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"Hand me the hydrospanner," Anakin said from underneath Obi-Wan's starfighter in the Jedi Temple Hangar Bay.

Luke was leaning over the wing, grease and oil smearing his face and clothes almost as bad as his father as he handed the tool down. "Do you want the fusioncutter too?"

"I don't think I'll need it…I might need the screw retractor though; maybe even the rivet gun. Obi-Wan really messed her up I'm afraid," Anakin diagnosed. Luke snorted.

"It wasn't Obi-Wan that was flying the ship," Luke corrected him.

Anakin pushed out from under the ship to stare at Luke, his face smeared with grease and oil just like Luke. "No…"

Luke grinned mischievously. "Yeah, Leia was flying."

Anakin shook his head, sliding back under the starfighter. "I think I need to take your sister out flying more often so she can actually pilot a ship…"

"I am not that bad!" Came an indignant voice from behind Luke. Luke turned to see his sister marching up to them, obviously ready to defend her pride. Anakin's voice was slightly muffled under the starfighter, but his words were unmistakable.

"This starfighter tells a different story, Princess," Anakin called, and Luke turned to Leia with a playful look.

"Are you sure you're a Skywalker?" he teased, and Leia scowled.

"You're absolutely filthy," she settled on saying, picking up a strand of his hair that was matted with oil before Luke managed to wiggle away. "It's even in your mane of hair; it'll take weeks to get this out."

Luke scowled, smoothing his hair down with a grease-covered hand, only making it worse. "It's just a little grime, there's nothing wrong with that." He reached out and smeared oil across her cheek, grinning at the shocked expression on her face. "Ha! That's better; you actually look like a normal person now."

Leia rubbed at the oil spot furiously for a moment before she shot Luke a murderous look. "Mother wanted me to tell you two that dinner's going to be a little later tonight because she has to stay at the Senate after hours for a little while. Something about a blockade on Onderon she's fighting…"

Anakin sighed underneath the starfighter. "I've been there before; they're good people. We can wait; she doesn't need to worry about dinner. I'm sure 3PO can get something put together for us."

Leia shot Luke one last murderous look, still wiping at the oil. "I'll be sure to tell her. If you need me Father, I'll be with Uncle Obi-Wan and Ahsoka."

"Tell them hello for me. Oh, and Leia?" he called.

"Yes Father?" she asked, stopping midstride.

"You and I are going to have some flying lessons together a lot more often."

Leia gave an audible groan while Luke laughed, leaning against his perch on the wing. She scowled at him, giving him a rough push through the Force into the ship to wipe the smug look off his face. The ship moved slightly and Luke had to steady himself, still grinning while Anakin's aggravated voice sounded from below the starfighter.

"Hey now, don't be getting violent up there, I'm trying to see if I can save the ship," Anakin griped. Leia huffed.

"Daddy!"

Anakin chuckled softly. "Okay, no more flying jokes today, I promise."

Leia rolled her eyes before she turned on her heel and stomped away, eliciting a snicker from Luke. Anakin sighed and pushed himself out from under the starfighter, standing up and handing the hydrospanner to Luke. "You're it," he said. Luke grinned and hopped over the wing to take Anakin's spot under the starship, and Anakin ruffled his hair along the way. "Force, Pilot, your hair is getting long. I think I'm going to have to take a lightsaber to it so it will be manageable again."

Luke rolled his eyes, smoothing his hair down once again and matting it together on accident with his greasy hands. "It's not that bad, honestly!"

"We'll see what your mother says about that when she sees you," Anakin teased while Luke took up the spot under the starfighter.

"I'm washing off long before she gets home," Luke grumbled.

"That takes care of the grease after a few hours in the refresher, at the least it will if you manage to beat me there first. That still doesn't change the length of your hair." All Anakin could hear was grumbling under the starfighter and he laughed. "Hey, at least after you get a haircut you'll actually be able to see again."

"Hey!"

Anakin shrugged even though Luke couldn't see him. "I can't tease your sister about her flying, so I'm just going to settle on teasing you about your hair."

"Why don't you go pick on Obi-Wan for losing his lightsaber the other day before you found it in the Council Room?" Luke suggested. Anakin grinned wickedly.

"Actually, that's not a bad idea. I'm going to have to make you my partner in crime more often, Pilot."

"So long as I don't end up the victim of those crimes, I'll agree to that," Luke joked. "And we have to get Leia first."

"It's a deal," Anakin chuckled.