It isn't a fluke, here's a double dose of Luke! (Seriously, though, I finished this story yesterday and I want to post the final chapter right away, just to be finished.)

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.

Author's Note: I think I have an idea for modern day Luke and Leia's next adventure, if anyone's interested: the CEO of EmpireCorp has been found strangled in his office, and the Skywalker twins suspect their father of having committed the murder. Would anyone want to read something like that?

"See, Lukey? I told you it was a good thing to be borned."

The newly born infants Luke and Leia had their arms around each other in their first twin hug. Padme and Anakin were going berserk over the cuteness and snapping pictures like there were no tomorrow.

"Mommy, stop flashing that light in my face!" Luke cried, but for some reason, it just came out as one big wail.

Lying down on his yoga mat and taking in some deep breaths with Yoh Da brought out warmth and happiness. Luke kept going back to scenes when he was only an infant, bonding with Leia and sleeping in his crib. Luke didn't even know if these memories were real, or why he was remembering them, but the love of the scenes playing out in his head made him happy.

Yoh Da led Luke in meditation for about five more minutes, then called it a day. Luke didn't crash back down onto the mat from inches above.

"Heavy with personal sorrow, you are," Yoh Da noted quietly.

"Not personal sorrow, just stress," Luke shrugged. "I haven't been feeling well the past couple of days, but this helps me."

"Still very much in tune with the Force, you are, young Luke," Yoh Da noted. "Learn to use the Force, you must."

Luke still had a hard time understanding what this Force was to begin with.

"Come in one a week, you will, and practice meditation with Yoh Da as your father is working. Teach you to acquire a powerful mind, I will."

Luke really didn't know what Mr. Da was talking about, but he loved meditating. He loved how it made him feel, and if it was going to happen at his father's office, he knew he could run to Dad if he had any problems or felt scared.

"As long as my dad knows," Luke shrugged.

"Tell your father, I will," Yoh Da promised. "You go now. Yoh Da has calls to make. Call the President of EmpireCorp, I must, and offer a merger deal."

Dad isn't going to like that, Luke groaned, but thanked his father's boss and left anyway.

Meanwhile, back in Darth's office, Darth was having hard time understanding why he needed a government permit to install barbed wire fencing in his yard.

"What do you mean, it's dangerous? That's the point!"

"Well, sir," C3PO said nervously, "the government thinks it will be unsafe for your neighbors."

"Of course it will. It'll make them stay the hell out of my yard!"

"The government stands by its position, sir, and will not budge."

Darth sighed. He had his black boots up on his desk and was twirling a pen with his right hand, staring up at the ceiling. "All right, then. I have a new project for you, Threepio. Try and look up how I can make homemade land mines, or obtain some on the black market. If I can't get them legally, it'll have to be illegally. Money is no object. Maybe the Lukester and the princess can help me bury them, that would be a good family proj…oh, hello, Lukester! How was your yoga session?"

"Mr. Da wants me to come for yoga once a week, Dad," Luke yawned as he entered his father's office and headed toward the leather sofa in the corner. "He says he wants to help me develop a strong mind. He also says he wants to call up Mr. Jones at EmpireCorp and talk about a merger."

"DAMNATION!"

Without another word, Darth jumped to his feet and stalked out of the office, muttering something about someone having to be destroyed.

Luke just shrugged and helped himself to the candy dish on the nearby table. His father would have found out eventually.

Leia was napping. Luke knew even before he made it into the house. He reached out to her and just felt a giant cobweb in her mind; Leia's brain was at rest.

Sure enough, there she was, asleep in her room, as Luke discovered moments later. Luke was so lucky to have a sister like her; a sister who loved him and understood him, a sister whom he could talk to without even opening his mouth.

Luke once heard that Darth had it written in his will that if anything happened to him, his children would be sent to live with their respective godparents. Luke's godparents were Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru; Leia's godparents were a state senator and his wife, the Organas, whom his family had known for years. He was sure glad his father had survived that car crash; he couldn't bear the thought of being raised from Leia separately.

Luke climbed into the purple beanbag chair next to his sister's bed and stared at the ceiling.

"What'da want, Luke?" Leia mumbled, half asleep.

"Nothing. Just came to thank you for helping me. Not every sister would eagerly plot to get back at her brother's bully."

"He's not just your bully, he's everybody's. And I needed to give Han something to do."

"Has he called here today?"

"Han? Yeah. He got suspended again. They caught him skipping his third period class to spy on yours." Pause. "He's so annoying. God, I'm not even going to tell him about what Dad's doing to the yard. He needs a cold dose of reality."

Luke laughed. "I love you, sis."

"You're a great brother, too, Luke." Leia sleepily reached over to pat her brother on the leg.

Luke just closed his eyes and relaxed.

THE END