Please see first chapter for disclaimer and other info

A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't updated/Hides in shame/ I'll admit, I had a HUGE case of writer's block, but I'm slowly getting over it. Lots of reviews help ;) Oh, and a little OT, but I'm thinking about going on exchange to Canada (university). So if any readers are from there (especially Vancouver) I'd love to hear from you! On that note, enjoy :D

Chapter Two: Connected

The cocky face of Han Solo appeared on the large holo projector.

"You've reached the great Han Solo. I'm busy now, most likely scamming someone outta their credits. If it's you, or I happen to owe you credits, you got no chance in seven Sith pits. If you're an old acquaintance, you owe me credits. If you're from the Bank of Coruscant, I've paid the credits. If you're Lando, I told you, I'm not giving you the ship back. I don't care how many chicks you promised. If you're Threepio, tell Anakin to get off his lazy Jedi butt and call me himself."

Anakin rolled his eyes at the exceptionally pathetic answering message and cleared his throat.

"Solo, if you're there, come to the holo projector. No? Oh well, then I'm not sure where all these spare credits I owe you from our last game of Sabacc are going to g…"

The image began to move as it fixed on the real Han Solo. His hair was messed up considerably and his clothes sat at an awkward angle. It was as if he had dressed in a hurry.

"Am I interrupting you, Solo?"

There was a quick grunt as Han tried to brush back his hair and adjust his shirt. "Not at all, Paps. I was just taking care of some…unfinished business."

Han had a cocky grin on his face again. In the background, Anakin heard a voice, a very familiar voice. It was slightly muffled, but he heard it all the same.

"Come back to bed, Han!"

It was Leia!

Things You Don't Need to Know About Your Daughter

1. the fact that she is old enough to be having sex

2. the fact that she is having sex

3. the fact that she is having sex this very minute

4.the fact that she was currently beckoning Han Solo to join her again in bed

Anakin felt sick for a fleeting moment. He watched in horror as Han turned around and he heard him scream, "Not now, Leia. I'm getting a holo from your Dad!" Han seemed to be enjoying this.

"What's the matter, Paps? Wookiee got your tongue?" Han asked, holding back his laughter at the view of the grand Anakin Skywalker. He had obviously figured out exactly what he and Leia had been up to. He had to give the old man credit though; he was handling it pretty well.

However, the bluish hologram obviously concealed the fact that Anakin Skywalker's face was now an alarming shade of red, crossed between shock, anger and pure embarrassment.

"Maybe I should connect back later…when you two have," Anakin averted his eyes. "Organised yourselves." The last part was muttered through gritted teeth.

"Nah, don't worry about it. What did you need that was so urgent?"

Anakin felt the urge to wipe that smug, know-it-all look off Han's face. He was purposely baiting him now. Why on Kessel he would purposely endeavour to annoy him escaped Anakin right now. Not only was he not trying to hide the fact that only moments ago, he was doing all sorts of unholy things to his only daughter, Han Solo was rubbing his face in it!

What he wouldn't give to be a Dark Lord of the Sith right about now. He could think of many ways to wipe that smug grin off his face, namely involving an unconscious Han and a carbonite freezing chamber.

Knowing that unfortunately wasn't an option, he continued. "We've been invited to a gala dinner in celebration for Leia."

Although I'm sure you've been celebrating Leia enough already, you overgrown space monkey.

"And His Highness Bail Organa has extended an invitation to you."

Han nodded in recognition. "Yeah, Leia's already extended the invitation to me." He grinned slyly, making Anakin's face turn even redder.

Uncomfortably, Anakin cleared his throat. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to control himself. The best option, besides going into a Force rage and killing the man who was seducing his only daughter, was to just disconnect. He could then take out his anger on Padmé's office or even Threepio. The last idea had even more merit.

But unfortunately, fate wasn't on the side of Anakin Skywalker. In fact, it seemed to be a strange twist of the Force because within moments, not only was he facing Han Solo, but he was also facing Senator Leia Skywalker-Organa.

"Dad! What a surprise…"

Anakin was sure that was supposed to be his line. Something along the lines of 'Leia, what a surprise to see you off duty and losing your innocence to a space pirate' seemed a little more relevant.

"Hello, Leia. I'm sorry I interrupted you two. I was just telling Han about…"

"The dinner party," finished Leia for her father. "It's not a problem, Dad. I've taken care of everything. I sent it all to the office. You just have to make sure you're actually there on time."

"In all fairness, that only happened once. And it had all been Obi-Wan's fault. Honestly. He wanted to go out and then I couldn't tear him away from the bar…"

Han sighed, obviously annoyed. "Not interested about the old man. Nice to hear from you Paps, but Leia and I are busy right now. Guess we'll see you at the dinner. Solo out!"

And with that, he disconnected the call. Dumbfounded, Anakin just stared at the holo. Had Han Solo just disconnected on him? He had.

Suddenly, Anakin felt a headache coming on. In a few days he'd be on Alderaan, and then maybe there was a small chance he could relax…but a nagging feeling at the back of his head warned him that this weekend would probably make his headache grow.

Defeated, Anakin Skywalker left the office in search for Threepio, vowing to make good on his previous threats to the poor droid.

Techniques Used to Deal With Anger by Anakin Skywalker

1. If your daughter has run away with a scoundrel, this feeling will probably leave you with a bucketful of rage and a headache the size of a bantha. In times like this, reprogramming your annoying, gold plated protocol droid is a great outlet for anger. Start by slowly taking him apart piece by piece, and then put him back incorrectly. Add one pink frilly apron for final touch and threaten to sell him on the Black Coruscant Market or sell him to the Hutts. This should make you feel immensely better.