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"Come on Luke, it's not that bad!"

"Mom's going to kill me."

"No she's not…"

"Yes…yes she is…"

"It's not that noticeable."

"I beg to differ."

"Maybe…if we shift it a little to the right and put R2 and 3PO in front of it…"

"Mom has R2, Father."

"I'm trying to save your skin Luke, quite shooting down my efforts."

"Father…you're as much to blame as me."

"I told you to stop!"

"You also yanked us further to the right when you tried to take control!"

"Maybe if you were a better—"

"Maybe I get it from you, Father. Everyone's always telling me I'm just as good of a pilot as you; so what does that say about this, hm? Maybe Uncle Obi-Wan actually knows what he's talking about when he talks about your incidents."

"Luke, you still don't have a license."

"Like that stopped you."

"I was a natural."

"Yet again, everyone says I am too."

"I think what's left of your mother's favorite speeder begs to differ. I'm just glad it wasn't one of my babies."

"What about this child of yours, huh?"

"If you want to cover up the crime, we're going to have to clean up the evidence too. I'm sorry but you're hairs not that long."

"It's not that noticeable."

"Yes, because a big, bleeding gash across your forehead isn't noticeable."

"Mother inbound! Five minutes out!" came a sudden shout inside courtesy of Leia. She appeared around the corner, grinning. "I've got to see how this turns out."

The two Skywalker boys looked at each other, taking in the multiple scrapes, cuts, and bruises that dotted their bodies; Luke even had a slight limp to his walk. Once more, the two looked hopelessly at the twisted wreckage that was what remained of Padme's favorite speeder she had just gotten not even a month ago. They had managed to limp home in its remains, and both were at a loss as to what they were going to do about it. Luke had suggested getting a replacement that looked exactly like the original, but Anakin had sadly informed him they didn't have the time. Now they awaited their doom, still trying to put the blame on one another. Luke had been the one driving, but Anakin had reached over and yanked the wheel to take them out of the path of an incoming speeder Luke had somehow neglected to notice. That jerk to the right had resulted in the collision of a speeding vehicle on their right, which had inevitably ended in the crash they found themselves in.

Both of them blamed the other, neither of them wanting to suffer Padme's rage.

"You tell her; you're the one who yanked the steering wheel," Luke said, his eyes darting around to scan the horizon for an incoming Padme Naberrie Amidala Skywalker.

"Oh no, you were the one driving; if you'd been paying attention I wouldn't have had to bring us out of immediate danger."

"And into even more trouble, might I add," Luke argued. "Come on, she won't kill you like she will me!"

"I wouldn't be so sure," Anakin said.

"Times up guys," Leia said with a wicked grin. "There's no hiding the evidence now; I'd get your story together now or this is going to get messy."

"You're such a help," Luke said with a shake of his head.

"Of course my daughter would just stand by as my wife murders me. So this is how I'm going to die; who would have known?" Anakin said to the sky.

"You're worried about your death? What about mine?" Luke protested.

"She'll kill me first; I don't need to worry about you."

Their squabbling ended as the taxi speeder carrying Padme came to a gentle stop on the landing pad. The calm before the storm…looks can be deceiving…your life flashes before your eyes in your last moments. All of these common sayings and more flashed through his mind as the door opened and Padme stepped out, her eyes stormy as she approached the two injured and trembling Skywalker boys.

"Who did it?" she snapped, eyes inspecting what remained of her speeder.

Anakin and Luke both pointed at each other before launching into their own versions of the story.

"Luke wasn't paying attention—"

"Dad grabbed the wheel—"

"I tried to steer us out of the way—"

"He ran us right into another speeder—"

"We could have died!"

"He almost killed us Mom!"

Padme held up a hand to stop their blubbering, eyeing them both with a sharp look. "Go get cleaned up, you're both filthy and you're hurt," she said, her voice firm yet somehow gentle.

Anakin sagged in relief, though Luke looked utterly confused. "What? You're not mad at us? Why?"

Anakin spun on his son with a look of horror. "Why? Why would you ask that? You never ask that! You're supposed to be grateful that you got off easy and then run away before she changes her mind!"

"Oh, don't think you're getting away with it you two; I am very upset with you both about this."

Anakin winced. That either meant she was going to plan out her revenge for later or she was going to save her best news for last.

"Mom, I am so sorry we wrecked your speeder, it was an accident; at least your boys are safe!" Luke tried with a weak and pleading smile.

Padme looked surprised. "My speeder? Oh no, this wasn't mine; it was a loan from Bail I was supposed to return tomorrow. I can tell now that letting you two drive it while I took a taxi to the Senate was a mistake."

Luke and Anakin shared a groan while Leia laughed out loud; that only made the situation worse.

"And you're going to pay for it yourselves, out of your own pockets."

"But Mom—!"

"Padme—!"

"No buts!" Padme snapped, pointing a demanding finger in the direction of the apartment. "Go inside and get cleaned up; I have to make a call to Bail and figure out how you two are going to pay him back. Perhaps he would like having a few extra hands around the office at the Senate…"

Anakin and Luke both looked at her in horror, but it was Anakin who spoke. "Not politics; please no, don't enslave us to the workings of the Senate Building!"

Padme looked at them unsympathetically. "Maybe you should be more careful when you drive. Perhaps this will motivate you; now move it! Clean; now!"

Anakin and Luke both groaned but lined up single file and made their way to the bathroom like prisoners moving forward on death row.

For them, with Leia laughing and Padme planning their doom over the com with Bail, it felt like it.