Okay…so…it's kinda short… But, I love it because of the Han teasing Luke scene. That was fun to write :D

When Anakin and Luke got back to Coruscant, Leia, Han, and Padmé were waiting. Anakin and Padmé greeted each other with a hug. Padmé was relieved that her husband back home, safe, once more. She whispered something quietly to him, and they disappeared, Anakin with a worried look on his face.

Luke gave Leia a hug, nodding at Han. "How are my sister's children?"

Leia gaped at him. "How did you know I was having twins?"

Luke seemed surprised for a moment. He had forgotten that he and Anakin didn't know for sure Leia was having twins. "I could sense them," he told her, for it was true. He could feel the two tiny lives within his sister. "I'm very happy for you. For both of you."

Han grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. "You need to find someone, kid."

Luke reddened. "I thought I told I hadn't found the right one yet."

"That's 'cause you're not looking!"

"I wasn't looking, and I found the right one," Leia cut in, much to Luke's relief.

Han scowled at his wife. "Well, we're different."

"Not really," Leia disagreed. "Luke's a Jedi, like me. He's not looking for love, like I wasn't. And then some Corellian smuggler came crashing into my life and changed it forever."

Han grinned, leaning down to kiss her softly. "And a witty, smartass Jedi came into my life and changed it forever."

"For the better," Leia told him with a grin.

"Whatever you'd like to think, sweetheart."

Luke sighed, rolling his eyes exaggeratingly. "Maybe I should find someone, so I'm not a third wheel anymore."

"You're not a third wheel!" Leia cried. "You have Artoo!"

In acknowledgement, Artoo beeped from behind Luke, spinning around.

Luke shot his sister an annoyed look. "Artoo has Threepio. See? He's already leaving me." Artoo was going inside the building, most likely to find Threepio. Luke smiled good-naturedly. "You never know- maybe I'm meant not to find someone."

Leia sighed, placing her hand on Luke's shoulder. "Don't talk like that, Luke. Everyone has someone they're meant to be with. Others just find there's sooner than others." She smiled at Han briefly. "You'll find her when you're least expecting it." She hooked her arm on his, grabbing Han's hand on her other side. "Now come on, I'm sure you're hungry. I know I am."

"You're always hungry," Han muttered, rolling his eyes at Luke over Leia's head.

"I'm eating for three!" Leia shot back, glaring at him.

Luke laughed at his sister and best friend, amused by their antics. They may fight often, but they were still the perfect couple. He hadn't realized how envious he was until Han pointed out his lack of a love life. Han and Leia had each other, and children on the way. He suddenly felt very alone in the universe.

A chilling laugh filled the darkness, joined by the face of a young man with strange markings all across it. Close behind him was a woman with fire red hair, a menacing smile in place.

"No!" Leia cried loudly, an expression of horror and sadness on her face. Tears slid from her eyes as her hands clenched into fists.

Padmé covered her mouth in shock, shaking her head in denial. Her eyes were wide and filled with unshed tears.

Luke and Leia were fighting together, against the man with markings. He wasn't the least bit worried, a grin on his face. With a flick of his wrist, Luke was slamming against the wall.

Obi-Wan had a content smile on his face, not worried at all. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing against this strange man, an unseen force.

Anakin sat up, running his real hand through his hair. He shook away the dream, closing his eyes. When he reopened them, he looked down at Padmé, still asleep.

Sighing, Anakin stood and put his robe on. He didn't know where he was going, but he had to think about these dreams. They were more complicated than they used to be.

Somehow, he found himself at his former master's door. The door was opened quickly, and Anakin was ushered in.

"Hello, Master," Anakin greeted, nodding his head at Obi-Wan.

"Anakin," Obi-Wan returned. "To what do I owe the visit?" He sat heavily on an old, worn chair.

Anakin sat across from him. "Can't I come see my old master without a reason?"

"Maybe," Obi-Wan conceded. "If it wasn't three in the morning."

Anakin sighed, giving up. "I'm having my nightmares again, Master."

Obi-Wan nodded slowly. "What are they about?"

"Many things. So far, I've only had two. But, there've been so many people involved. Leia, Padmé, Luke, Leia's children, me, you, some strange beings I've never even met before." He shook his head. "I don't understand them."

Obi-Wan stroked his beard in contemplation. "Who are the dreams mostly focused on?"

"Leia, but nothing bad ever happens to her. She's always fine. Unlike my previous dreams, there is no death. Yet, at least."

"Don't forget, you were wrong about Padmé. It came close, but she did survive. Just because you're having these dreams, doesn't mean it's set in stone."

Anakin nodded. "Yes, Master, I know. I'm worried, is all."

"That's understandable. You don't want to lose anyone, like you did your mother. Try to pick apart your dreams, and study each part. Put it back together after, and see if it makes sense then, alright?"

"Yes Master," Anakin agreed. He stood. "Thank you."

Obi-Wan nodded. "Anytime, Anakin. Just because you're no longer my apprentice, doesn't mean I can't offer you guidance. Don't forget that."

"I won't." Anakin left Obi-Wan's, already thinking back on the two dreams he'd had in the space of a week.