Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.

Author's Note: I couldn't resist slipping Jar Jar in here.

Owen Lars was sitting at the kitchen table, aimlessly fondling the stuffed Tauntaun that Luke had loved and slept with ever since he had been in the hospital. Next to him with Bail Organa, and also sitting at the table were two police detectives. Beru was over on the living room sofa, crying. Her husband had tried to get her to go upstairs, or to give her comfort, but she wanted neither.

"The part that bothers me is that I'm almost certain the fire was set as a diversion," Bail said quietly. He had flown in early that morning, and Owen had explained to him the entire story. "They wanted to distract you to get Luke and Leia outside, so they'd be easier to take."

"But who would take them?" a detective asked skeptically. His name was Detective Binks, and he had the biggest ears that Owen Lars had seen on a human being. "Senator Organa, have you been receiving any threats?"

"No," Senator Organa sighed. "The only person that I could think to take them was Anakin. He wanted them back, and he knew that Owen and Beru wouldn't allow it."

"Well, in the arms of the law, he would be allowed," Owen stated, setting the Tauntaun on the table. He couldn't bear to look at it anymore. "All he would have to do it go to court and ask the judge for them. Now that he's been vindicated of any wrongdoing in the Jones murder, there should be no problem."

"Anakin has no patience." Bail was rolling his eyes. "When the twins were infants, he would threaten to kill Luke if he woke up crying in the middle of the night. Heck, he takes a plane if anywhere's more than an hour away."

"But Luke and Leia love him," Owen pointed out. There was a silence.

"Do you think that Luke and Leia could be in danger in the hands of their father?" Binks finally asked the pair of men.

"Ninety percent of me thinks no," Bail quipped. "As much an annoyance as it is to have them abducted. But there is still a slim chance that he may be one of those people who gets rid of his kids so that no one else can have them, if you know what I mean. Like those parents who kill their kids so that the other parent can never see them again."

"Same here," said Owen automatically.

"Okay, well, we'll put out an All-Points Bulletin for Anakin Skywalker, a.k.a. Darth Vader, and Luke and Leia Skywalker." The second detective, whose name was Fett, was scribbling on a notepad. He looked up, a look of stupidity on his face. "Why does he go by the name Darth Vader, anyway?"

All he got was a pair of shrugs from Bail and Owen.

Over on the living room sofa, Beru was crying softly. She wanted to believe that no harm would come to Luke and Leia, and their abduction was just Anakin being impatient to see his children and raise them again. They would be safe, right?

As she looked over towards the kitchen table again and spotted Luke's beloved toy, her eyes filled up once more with tears.

In Naboo, Luke awoke groggily.

"Good morning, Master Luke! It's so nice to see you again! Do you require some breakfast?"

It took Luke a moment to understand that C3PO was talking to him. Threepio had been standing by Luke's bedside for hours. It was all part of Darth's plan: take the kids home, put them in their new rooms, let them sleep, have a droid in there to greet them when they wake up. No big surprises.

"Do you have any Space-O's?" Luke asked, sounding as if he was using his voice for the first time in months. He had no idea where he was. "Where am I?"

"You're in Naboo, young Luke," said Threepio cheerfully.

Luke looked confused. "Naboo?" He looked around for Timmy the Tauntaun, and then discovered that he hadn't been sleeping with Timmy, but with his baby polar bear instead. "Did Dad bring me here?"

"Of course, young Luke. You and your sister. He went to your uncle's farm and picked up you and your sister very early this morning as soon as he heard about the fire in your uncle's silo."

"I don't remember that," Luke said wildly.

"Oh, you were fast asleep, young Luke. Now you're home with your father, and you need nourishment. This is a very nice home, it has central air conditioning, it's nice and secluded, and-"

"Where's Timmy?" Luke spoke up. "My stuffed tauntaun?"

"Your father didn't bring any stuffed animals in for you. Hmmm, your father probably forgot your Timmy. But it's all right, young Master Luke, he's just a toy. I'll get Artoo to bring you some breakfast."

Luke didn't know how he felt being back home with his father. He wanted Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen. He wanted his best friend Mark, and Timmy the Tauntaun, and Dr. Jinn.

Dr. Jinn! Luke thought to himself. What would Dr. Jinn do?

Well, Dr. Jinn would point out that if his father really loved him, why would his father take him home instead of having him recuperate with relatives? Threepio said that Dad was afraid for me because of the fire at the silo. Well, that made sense, didn't it? Luke believed that if he had a son who was emotionally fragile, and there was a fire at the place where he was staying, he'll bring his son home, too.

Maybe Dad was just embarrassed at this whole Earl Jones thing, and he's been feeling some remorse, and he just wants to leave town and have a fresh start, like he said before. Well- okay, so Luke had never known his father to show remorse, but Luke could only imagine that his father had never thought of what would happen to his life after the murder.

Luke got out of bed and stretched. Maybe Dad's just needy, he realized. Maybe Dad could benefit from Dr. Jinn even more than I do.

"Time for your breakfast, my little Padawan!"

Luke smiled. His father often called him his Padawan. Luke had no idea what that meant, but he knew it was good.

Darth set a tray of breakfast on Luke's bed. "It's so nice to have you home, starkiller. I made you some ham and eggs special, and I couldn't forget your favorite cereal!"

Luke reached directly for the Space-O's. "Dad, I know you want me safe and all, but do you think you can call Uncle Owen and have him send Timmy?"

"Son, you don't need Timmy. He's just a material possession. What you need is some love from your family."

"But I love Timmy!"

"Okay, well, we'll get you a new Timmy. Your uncle is probably under a lot of anxiety from the fire, I don't want to bother him any more. Wait until I take you and your sister on a tour of our new home, kiddo! You're going to love it here! We have a pool in the basement! You and your little friends can swim on the weekends. And we'll get you started on flying lessons, and if you don't want to go to a regular school, we can sign you up for school over the computer!"

Luke, sitting on his bed and eating Space-O's, looked around his new room and wrinkled his nose. Something just wasn't right about it.

Suddenly, he had it. "Dad," he said slowly, "why aren't there any windows in here?"

"Well, Luke, this new home is very contemporary. Avant-garde, if you will. And like I said, son, you're going to love it-"

Outside, a police cruiser drove past the Skywalkers' new home. But he didn't see a home- or any clues that Anakin Skywalker was around.

All he saw was desert sand, a few cacti, and a mountain.

THE END