After several hours trying to find his son, Luke had finally given up on the search and decided that he would try to persuade Ben to give a statement and make himself available for interview without having to him through the under-levels of Coruscant. So he went home.

Early in the morning, the burglar alarm jerked him from his sleep with a blaring klaxon. As he groped for his tunic and lightsaber, he reached out with the force, feeling for the intruders.

Then he relaxed. His quest had informed him that Ben and Vestara were responsible for the alarms sounding, and that they were now lovers in body as well as mind. He still rose from bed, striding down the corridor to the entranceway, where Ben and Vestara stood together, kissing passionately.

As he reached them, he used the Force to cue the lights, surprising both of the teenage members of his household, who had clearly been too engrossed in each other to notice his approach.

"Ben, I assume you have a reason for my exploration of the lower city earlier, particularly in the company of two CSF officers."

"Dad…"

"Any reason, Ben?"

"I didn't want to participate in a news conference this soon after returning to Coruscant."

"And that was sufficient grounds for you to break every kriffing speeder law on Coruscant?"

"Uh, yeah. I guess."

"In that case, Ben Skywalker, you and Vestara are going to give your version of events to the CSF tomorrow, if I have to take you there in stun cuffs. Comprendez?"

"Yes dad."

"Right, get off to bed, Vestara, the guest room is at your disposal if you want it."

As they walked away from him, he reflected on how deep their mutual affection had felt, remembering.

He had known such a love several times over the course of his life, nearly leading him from his path several times. He had been responsible for several of the deaths of his loves, whether by wielding the saber himself, as with Lumiya, who he had loved as Shira Brie, or Mary, who had nearly made him leave behind the rebellion before she was killed in an imperial attack directed at him.

He had been lucky with Mara, until his treacherous nephew turned Sith, Caedus, murdered her. Caedus had killed her to defend himself, he still felt angry towards him because he had killed Mara. Caedus's death two years earlier had not healed the wound left by his wife's death.

Luke was now alone, in a certain way, although he would be able to afford the finest company, but he did not wish to prejudice Ben into thinking most women were for sale, or Vestara into thinking Skywalkers used women for please.

He also definitely felt that prostitutes were unsafe for a figure like him, as they might well bring take vocoders or vibroknives into the bed chamber. After all, he had made quite a few enemies over the years, and journalists were known for adopting a wide variety of disguises to try to acquire a "hot new scandal" about prominent figures. After an attempt to catch him out for buying a stolen speeder, he had only just stayed out of the holonews.

The next day Ben and Vestara had disappeared, along with Ben's speeder. A flimsiplast note had been left pinned to the inside of his door with a shard of what looked like barbed glass. It read:

"Hi dad,

Me and Ves have gone down to give a statement.

Be back soon.

Ben."

Luke realised that his son's disappearance the previous day and that morning had likely had more to do with evading the media than reluctance to give a statement. He knew though that Vestara would probably react badly to CSF investigative officers trying to find anything contradictory in her statement by interrogating her in a relatively impolite manner compared to a desk sergeant. Then he noticed the postscript.

"P.S.: spent some of last night teaching Ves not to Force Choke the investigative officer if he challenged anything she said."

A few hours later Ben's speeder was dropped off by a uniformed officer. Luke was annoyed when he was told that his son had been arrested and charged with fifty counts of dangerous driving and two counts of reckless endangerment. His ward had also been arrested, and was charged with assault, attempted murder and disturbing the peace. He smiled at that, and was secretly surprised his son had not been charged with disturbing the peace, with his inherited tendency towards verbal assaults; he had instead sighed and asked, "When can I visit them?" in a resigned tone.

"Tomorrow," came the curiously flat reply. "They need to be formally questioned before then."

"No." Luke's voice took on a tone of Force command. "I must be there when they are questioned. By law, as they are both minors."

"Tough. We have already questioned and charged them."

Luke was angry enough now to consider Force Choking the officer, but decided to make his displeasure known in person to the man's superior officer.

"Right, you tell your colleagues to keep out of that cell until I arrive, or you and they had better find their chosen manufacturer now."

"That would be assaulting a police officer, Master Skywalker."

It took a real force of will to simply walk inside, rather than Force Choke the officer.