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A/N: Yes, another update. I'm shocked too. This is what being lazy is all about. Even more exciting news- this fic is winding down to a finish! Looking back, it's been quite a ride and I have even gone back on a few confirmations in earlier chapters. I won't reveal too much...I would also like to thank my loyal readers. This is for you.

Ch 15: Where Leia Makes Her Father Proud

Anakin had made himself scarce on the final leg of the journey back to Alderaan. He figured he had done enough damage to the happy couple and what was waiting for them when they arrived back was going to be much worse than anything he could torture them with. The Holo-press would undoubtedly have gotten hold of the information of Leia's "kidnapping" by now. Anakin himself, once a stunning Poster Boy for the Jedi, now thought gladly of handing that honour over to his new son-in-law. He could just imagine it now- Han Solo, Holo-Stud of the Year, millions of holophotographers and reporters snapping his picture as he angrily picked up his blaster and started randomly shooting them, screaming "Nobody messes with space pirates."

He had volunteered to man the cockpit and placed the ship onto manual control. Flying the Falcon was a completely new experience. It didn't handle as well as any of the Skywalker ships, mostly due to the fact Han was nowhere near as good as a mechanic as he was. However, it was nice to get back to piloting—it was nearly as good as meditating in the Jedi temple. Plus, Anakin would occasionally manoeuvre the ship doing loops and found the banging sounds and subsequent yelling of its owner to be entertaining.

Anakin thought back to his life just a few days ago. It had been simple—he and Padmé had been having a great time on Coruscant with both their children away enjoying their own lives. And then Bail had dropped the proverbial bomb on the family. Fast forward a few days and Anakin had nearly had a coronary, nearly lost his daughter in Corellia and was now officially a father-in-law. The weekend was not even over. As he saw the familiar blue and white outline of Alderaan he took a deep breath. Upon entering the atmosphere a voice crackled over the communications system.

"Millennium Falcon, this is Alderaan Base One," spoke an unidentified Alderaanian lackey with a suspicious Hapan accent. "Please submit your entrance code and name your passengers and cargo."Anakin held back a grin. Base One was only used for high priority entrances. They obviously thought Han Solo was flying the ship and undoubtedly, numerous security officers were awaiting their landing.

"Base One, this is Anakin Skywalker. My entrance code is 00001," Sleeping with the Chancellor sure paid off, "My passengers include myself, Han Solo and Leia Skywalker-Organa."

Anakin actually smiled as he could feel a communal panic rise in the Base One station. There was little hesitation as the lackey allowed the ship to land. The fun was about to begin.

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Han and Leia held hands as Anakin lowered the gangway. As predicted, several security officers stood to attention, both from Alderaan and the Hapan fleet. As soon as they had exited the ship, a group led by the illustrious Prince himself stormed into the room, their collective anger and irritation making the Force around them glow. Anakin nearly felt giddy at the fact that for once, extreme explosive anger was neither caused by nor directed at him. The Prince, followed by Luke, Padmé, Bail and Breha stormed into the room.

Upon catching sight of her mother, Leia dropped her husband's hand and raced towards her. Padmé grabbed her daughter and held her close. "Leia! I'm so glad you're alright!" Within seconds, Isolder had snatched Leia away from her mother.

"Milady, are you unharmed?" he demanded, tightening his grip on her arm.

"Prince Isolder, let me go this instant," Leia barked at him, twisting out of his grip. Anakin narrowed his eyes at Isolder. Knowing when to back off, Isolder instead turned his attentions towards his nemesis: Han Solo.

"You!" he screamed, pointing at Han. At his command, two officers moved forward to grab Han.

"Isolder, get your goons away from me and let's settle this man to man. Afraid, pretty boy?" Han taunted as Anakin moved towards his family.

Ways to Entertain Anakin Skywalker

Fart jokes, a drunk Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sabacc, late-night scrambled holo-channels, Mace Windu's shiny head being used as a drum, and watching two grown men (himself not included) fight like five year olds.

Anakin only hoped there would be some hair-pulling.

"You kidnapped my wife, Solo! Explain to me why I should not simply arrest you and throw you into a cell for the rest of your pathetic life?"

Now equally as angry as Isolder, Han forcefully broke out of the officers' grip and stormed up to Isolder, poking him in the chest. "First of all, Your Extreme HIGHNESSNESS, she is not and never will be YOUR wife! Secondly I could wipe the floor with you in seconds and leave you to become Wookiee shampoo! Thirdly she does not love you!"

Isolder laughed and Anakin could have sworn there was a maniacal tone. He would have made an interesting Dark Lord of the Sith. Anakin snorted as he tried to think of a specialised dark side Force power of Darth Princess, Force-hair brushing? Eyes went on him as he accidentally interrupted said argument.

"Oh sorry. Please continue,"

"Love?" the Prince scoffed. "This has nothing to do with love! Leia WILL be my wife and I will be able to rule Hapes and all systems relying on the Hapan home worlds!"

Anakin could feel Leia's anger through the Force now. It was never a wise idea to anger a Skywalker and Prince Isolder was going to learn that lesson the hard way, it would seem.

"The only throne you will ever ascend, Captain Solo, is that of the 'fresher unit sitting on your bucket of bolts ship."

"Gentlemen," interrupted Padmé. "This is hardly the time or the place for such a discussion to be taking place," she attempted to reason. It seemed however, neither man was willing to listen to the Vice-Chancellor of the Republic as their bickering continued.

"Listen Isolder, why don't you just get back into your monstrosity of a ship, take your useless lackeys and that suspicious smell and get the hell off my wife's planet!"

Anakin winced as Han's slip-up was noticed by Isolder.

"Your WHAT?"

Stubbornly, Leia stood next to her husband and faced the gorgeous, six-foot tall, blonde, god-like Prince and lifted her left hand to broadcast a shining ring on her wedding finger.

"Han did not kidnap me," she said evenly. "Han and I eloped."

The proverbial poodoo had hit the cooling fan.