A/N: And here's the next part!

Han wasn't sure where to direct his gaze once he and Leia had made their way to the roof

Han wasn't sure where to direct his gaze once he and Leia had made their way to the roof. On the one hand, it was really funny to see Luke so obviously out-of-control in a way the kid hadn't been since the early days of their friendship. On the other hand, Luke was…well, naked, and that was a whole lot more of his wife's brother than he ever wanted to see.

Glancing over at Leia, Han could tell she seemed to have the same problem, only her expression was a lot more worried than amused. Luke was currently bouncing around in a jerky manner, jabbing the stick out in front of him and he was yelling something that Han couldn't quite understand for the wind currents up here.

"One of the maintenance workers discovered him, and when the man tried to talk to Master Skywalker, he, ah, rapped him on the head with the stick," the hotel manager said with a grimace.

Han could tell they weren't going to be invited back to this establishment for a very, very long time. Although, to be honest, that had probably been the case after the discovery of the defaced statues in the garden. Leia turned her head to glare at her husband.

"Han! Do something!" she said in a low voice.

Han didn't know if she was trying to keep Luke from overhearing them or not, but either way, it didn't work, because he immediately turned sharply to look at them.

"Han! Leia! I thought you'd never get here!" he shouted gleefully.

Luke started to run towards them, but paused when Han jumped back and shouted "Whoa!" with his hands held out in front of him defensively. "That's about as close as I care to come to junior, Junior!" he said.

Luke just gave him a puzzled look, and then his face brightened with a fiercely happy, almost maniacal expression.

"I'm so glad you're here, because now I can finish telling the story. I was trying to tell the story to Fritz, and hey, where did Fritz go anyway? But I was telling him the story and then he kinda wandered off, and okay, maybe I shouldn't have smited him with the lightsaber, and do you know where my real lightsaber is, by the way? But Fritz was not paying attention and that's why he got smote but then he left and I really can't tell the story without an audience, it's just not the same somehow, but now you're both here and I can finish telling the story and that just makes me so, so, so, so, so happy…"

Han and Leia and the hotel manager just stood there in amazement as Luke rambled on continuously, somehow never running out of words, and yet he was talking about absolutely nothing. Han remembered once having an old girlfriend that had had the same ability and it was annoying then, too.

Finally, Leia was able to catch his attention and break the non-stop flow of nonsense.

"Luke. Luke! Luke!" She finally had to scream it before Luke took a breath. "What story are you talking about?" she asked in confusion.

Han glared sideways at her. She'd just managed to get him to shut up and now she was inviting him to get started talking again?

"Only the greatest story ever told! It said so in all the holomags and all over the holonet, too! It's the story of…" he paused and then struck a hilariously dramatic pose with the stick held tightly in both hands in front of him. "…good versus evil. Light against Darkness. It's the story of how one young boy from a desolate, desert planet rose from obscurity to vanquish the most wicked of foes…"

"Oh, my gods, isn't that how the narration goes at the beginning of that awful docudrama about him that Luke absolutely despises?" Leia whispered in horror at Han.

"I think you're right. Heh, I always thought he did protest a bit too much, that faker," Han snickered.

Leia glared at him furiously, and Han winced to himself. He had a bad feeling he'd just undone all the kissing up he'd been doing all afternoon. In front of them, Luke was still quoting the docudrama, which told Han for certain that the kid really secretly liked the tacky thing, because who memorized something they supposedly despised?

"…'and when they met in the swirling clouds of Bespin, the young Skywalker quickly discovered that the villainous Dark Lord was still more than a match for his untested skills.' Hey guys, we're almost to my favorite part. Do you know what my favorite part was, do you? Really, most people think it was the bit where I actually tagged old Buckethead on the shoulder, but that's not it, that's not it at all. Do you want to know what it is, do you?" Luke asked eagerly, once again getting his parts a little too close to Han for comfort.

"Er, yeah, tell us what your favorite part is, Luke," Han said, backing away a step or two and hoping that Leia didn't notice and get even madder.

"Buckethead?" Leia said in disbelief. Neither of them had ever heard Luke talk about his father in such a disrespectful manner.

Luke paused in his story and turned to look at his sister. "Yeah, you didn't ever notice that shiny black helmet looks just like a big ol' bucket? Funny, I thought everyone saw that. Anyway, I only call him that cause I care, right?" Luke laughed uproariously at his own joke and then quickly turned his rabid attention back to Han. "So, my favorite part! Like I said, everyone thinks it's when I tagged him…" his voice dropped to a very loud whisper, "…don't tell anyone, but that was a total accident. I so got lucky on that one!"

Again, he took a moment to giggle at his own sneakiness. Han was appalled. Luke giggled like a girl. That was something they'd have to work on after this mess was all over.

"My most favorite part of the whole Bespin ordeal…oh, I really hate that word, don't you guys? Everyone kept saying afterwards, 'Oh, Luke, how are you after such an ordeal!' or 'Oh, Jedi Skywalker, you must be so traumatized after such a horrible ordeal!'. It really started getting on my nerves, too. And it's such a weird sounding word anyway. Orrrr-deeeeal. Doesn't that just sound like a weird word? So, in my head, I started calling it the Bespin Thingy. That sounds a lot better, I think," he said with a decisive nod.

Han sighed in irritation. This could take a while, it seemed. "Your favorite part, Luke?" he prodded, while trying to figure out if there was a way they could talk him into at least putting on a robe or something.

"Favorite part of what?" Luke asked Han, giving him a questioning look.

Han's attempted smile probably more closely resembled a grimace, but he was trying, really he was. Surely Leia had to appreciate that much.

"Your favorite part of the Bespin story, Luke," he said patiently.

"Oh! Oh, yes! I remember now. It's when I flew, of course! You'd never believe me if I tried to tell you how exhilarating that was. Course, I also thought I was gonna die, but that's really just details. Hey, do you want to see how I did it? I was totally cool and awesome about the whole thing, I really was! It went like this."

Luke turned and ran over to the ledge of the building, leaping up onto it, somehow still possessing his customary grace despite the fact that Han was certain he'd absolutely lost his mind. Beside him, Leia let out a little shriek of dismay at Luke's casual prancing on the edge of a building that was forty stories high.

"He'd just sliced off my hand…and how mean was that of him, by the way? I mean, not only did he totally abandon me, never get me any lifeday presents or anything, he cut off my kriffing hand! And let me tell you, that shavit hurt! A whole, whole lot!"

"Is that when you got the bionic hand, Luke? Why don't you, uh, come over here and let me see that?" Han said, hoping to play along and get Luke off the ledge before both he and Han's marriage went splat.

Luke started to hop off the ledge, saying "Sure!" with a big grin, when he paused. "Hey, wait a minute. Aren't you the guy I've been battling the entire weekend? You…you tried to frame me with those destroyed statues in the garden. You're working for the Imperials, aren't you?" Luke said suspiciously.

"Destroyed statues in the garden?" Leia asked in confusion before sending a knowing glare in Han's direction.

Han groaned to himself. Well, that was it. He might as well start looking up divorce lawyers on the holonet. Still, maybe he could salvage the situation a little.

"No, Luke, it's me, Han. Remember, I'm only deep undercover. I'm still a rebel, but I'm working with the Imps to find out who poisoned the water supply on Kelex Van."

"Kelex Van?" Luke said, just a shade of doubt still in his tone. "Oh, yeah, I do remember that now. You'd better be careful around here, Han. I think there might be an Imperial spy lurking in the building. If he should see me talking to you, your cover could be blown. Hey, do you think Fritz is the spy?! Is that why I had to smite him?" Luke asked excitedly.

"The story, Luke, you were telling us the story of what your favorite part of Bespin was," Leia said urgently, suddenly butting into his big plan. Okay, so it might not have been that great a plan, but at least Luke's parts were a safe distance from him now.

"Don't encourage him to think like that. What if he decided to go looking for some spy in the hotel? Can you imagine the diplomatic incident that would generate?" Leia whispered harshly as Luke began to ramble on again about the battle of Bespin.

"Oh, like this isn't creating a diplomatic incident as we speak?" Han whispered back hotly.

They had both sort of forgotten about Luke for a moment, his babbling having faded into the background as they glared vibrodaggers at one another, but then Luke suddenly shouted something that jerked their attention back to him.

"And then I jumped! Like this!"

Leia squealed and Han screamed – he told himself it was definitely not a squeal on his part – as Luke threw himself over the edge of the building…

…and hovered there in midair.

Han gaped at him. Man, how strong was the kid in the Force if he could be whacked out of his head and still levitate himself. Han had to admit, even if only to himself, that he was impressed.

Luke looked less impressed than simply confused.

"Han!" Leia's voice sounded weirdly strained for some reason and then Han looked more carefully at her. And realized she was the one using the Force to keep Luke from developing a very intimate relationship with the duracrete forty stories below them.

It was obviously no easy task as she was trembling with the effort and Luke was squirming around as he hung suspended in space, almost as if he was still trying to fall. Recovering from his shock slightly, Han realized he was attempting to do just that, muttering to himself about snooty, interfering sisters and nothing ever going his way.

Still a whiner, even when he's nuts, Han thought snidely before he turned to look at Leia again.

"Han, do something! I can't hold him like this for long. He's fighting me, and even as addlebrained as he seems to be, he's stronger than me!" she ground out through clenched teeth.

So, Han pulled out his blaster and shot Luke.

Instantly, the Jedi's body went limp and he came hurtling towards his sister and brother-in-law as his resistance to her Force pull disappeared. With a yelp, Han sidestepped quickly before Luke's flying body, his naked flying body, could touch any part of him.

"HAN! YOU SHOT MY BROTHER!" Leia shrieked in the most unholy, angry, outraged tone he'd ever heard her use. She hadn't been that shrill since the day she'd screamed at him when they were trapped in the Death Star's garbage compactor.

"What?! It was set on stun! He's off the ledge and out of danger, isn't he!"

With one more glare that would have paled Tatooine's heat in comparison, Leia turned to the manager and efficiently arranged to have Luke brought a robe and moved back down to their suite. Han was kind of worried she would be making arrangements to have her husband tossed off the roof, but luckily she gestured for him to follow as they moved Luke into the building.

TBC...