Disclaimer: Disney's playground, I just hang out here.

AN: I have set aside my Jaina/Han love for a bit, as per request. See Fett! I listen. Sometimes. ;)

AN2: A sort-of sequel to Chapter 1 : Roulette

"This isn't fair," Jacen stated sharply, for the one hundredth time that afternoon.

"Shut up, Jacen! This is all your fault, anyway!"

"Hey! Anakin, what did I tell you?" Han sighed, lifting a finished box onto a shelf at the opposite wall.

"Well it is," Anakin mutter sullenly under his breath, turning back to the open crate, which sat half empty, in front of him.

"Okay, guys; calm down. We're almost done. Jacen, give it a rest. Anakin, I'm not telling you again; stop being rude to your brother."

They had been tasked with organizing the archive room at Leia's office. And, at first, the idea hadn't seemed that bad.

Leia had been uncharacteristically quiet regarding the boy's blaster incident three nights prior. Her silence had stretched into most of the next day, so when she announced over lunch that she had been able to volunteer them for this particular task, a collective sigh of relief was breathed by the Solo men.

It hadn't taken them long to realize just how mad she really was. They had been working for most of the weekend. Well, Han revised, working and arguing.

"I shouldn't have to be here." Anakin muttered not-so-quietly, shooting another angry glare over to his brother.

"Oh yeah?" Jacen rounded on him.

"Yeah!"

Han sighed and ran a hand through his hair. This was, without a doubt, the longest weekend he had suffered through in a very long time.

"You shot me!"

"You wanted me to! And," Anakin continued quickly before his father was able to cut him off. "If you were better at being a Jedi, you would have been able to stop me!"

"Is that so! Well it's hardly my fault-"

"That's it!" Han tossed a cable back into his crate. "I've had enough. No more talking."

Jacen huffed, settling back onto his heels. They worked in hostile silence for several more minutes before Anakin piped up again.

"Neither of us should be here, Jace." And when no one responded to him, he continued. "This is all Dad's fault anyway, it was his blaster."