I don't know why Daddy keeps putting me back to bed when I fall asleep snuggling Cliegg. He should know by now that I'll just go back down again as soon as I wake up. I crawled out of bed and felt dizzy as soon as my feet touched the ground. I almost fell. Then I felt really sick.

I decided that it would be best for me to be in bed right now. Or lying down. I climbed back into bed and called for Daddy through the Force.

Daddy? I feel sick.

Run to the bathroom, then. I'll be up in a moment.

Standing up makes it worse. I can't run. It hurts!

I'm coming, Luke.

Then I could hear Daddy running up the stairs as fast as he could. I moaned again and pressed my head in the pillow to try to stop myself from barfing. Daddy ran into my room and took my head on his lap. I burped and it tasted like eggs. When that happens, I know what's coming.

"Daddy, I'm gonna barf," I said, as steadily as I could.

Daddy picked me up and carried me to the bathroom, careful not to shake me. I did barf. Three times. Then I stopped bringing anything up. And trying started to hurt. I curled up against Daddy.

"I wan Cliegg," I moaned, then I started to cry a bit.

"Of course you do, Kiddo. Hold on to me. I'll take you down." I put my arms around Daddy's neck and he carried me down to the kitchen and Cliegg's cell.

"Is he all right?" Cliegg asked.

"I think when we brought you from prison we brought some germs too, Luke has a flu. He wants you to cuddle him."

Cliegg reached out for me and took me out of Daddy's arms.

"No! I want Daddy too!" I screamed. Daddy came into the cell too and sat next to us. He held me close and warm and I started to feel a bit better. Cliegg put his unhurt arm around me too and leaned on Daddy.

After a while I knew that Daddy needed to be doing other things and that Cliegg would keep me safe while he did them. I told Daddy and he nodded and left the cell. He brought his work to do at the kitchen table and keep an eye on us.

Cliegg rocked me a bit to make me feel like a baby in a cradle again, but not enough to make me sick. I held on to his shirt and he made small cooing noises in his throat like a caregiver droid. Daddy turned when he heard it and smiled at us. I coughed again and Cliegg looked up at Daddy who had gone back to working.

"Sir? I think Luke's going to be sick again."

Daddy turned and came to get me, "You heard Luke, Cliegg. Call me Daddy." He picked me up and carried me back to the bathroom.

When I was done, he brought me back to Cliegg. I pressed miserably against Cliegg and he carefully rocked me again and made the small cooing noises.

"Daddy, I'm hungry," I moaned. I don't get sick much and I couldn't remember if I could eat right now.

"All right, Luke. Would you like some apple sauce?"

"Okay." I clung to Cliegg again. He ran his hands through my hair and held me. "Wanna story," I said into his shirt.

"A story… what kind of story?" Cliegg asked.

"Tell me about being a Jedi."

"I don't think your daddy would like that. Why don't you ask him to tell you a story?"

"Daddy, tell me a story."

Daddy came back with my apple sauce, "You want stories about the Jedi?"

"Mhmm," I said.

Daddy gave me the bowl and came into the cell with us. "The Jedi, the Jedi… Do you want to hear about my Jedi Master?"

"Otay," I mumbled. My nose was stuffy now too.

"His name was Obi-Wan, and we used to have the most wonderful adventures together. He hated my flying, but in a pinch he would put up with it. We were like a family for a while, and I think we both loved each other. I know that he said I was like his brother. I sometimes thought of him as more of a father. He was wonderful. If I had known back then that I was going to be a father, I would have trusted him with the child's life."

I nudged him, "Wanna story."

"Sorry, you want a story. Right," Daddy nodded a bit.

"Do you remember Count Dooku?" he asked, and I nodded. I don't like him. He was always trying to hurt my daddy.

"One time, Count Dooku managed to capture me," he said, settling into his story mode. "He took me to his ship and kept me there. Obi-Wan managed to sneak in and find me, and we found the Dooku hoping we would be able to take him prisoner. Well, guess what happened? He ran off to a getaway ship, and we had to follow him. When we found one of our own, we blasted off after him. Obi-Wan got a lucky shot in, he hit Dooku's ship, and it crashed on a planet below us.

"Obi-Wan hated it when I flew, so while he was flying the ship, he managed to get hit by a shot from a droid-ship. If I had been flying, it wouldn't have happened, but no, Obi-Wan was too stubborn. I took over and did my best to land it on the same planet Count Dooku had crashed on. We followed him into a cave, but he collapsed some of it and ran away. I was so worried that it had landed on Obi-Wan, but when he came out from behind me, you know what he said? 'Where is your lightsaber'! He didn't care that I was okay or that Dooku got away - he was mad at me for losing my lightsaber. It's not my fault it happened more than it should have."

"We tried looking for it, but Obi-Wan's lightsaber had been hit by a rock and sputtered out. While we were trying to figure out what to do next and how to get out of the cave, I heard a noise - and suddenly, a great big gundark jumped out at us. We had didn't have lightsabers, we couldn't see, and we had an angry mama gundark after us.

"Obi-Wan told me to distract it while he came up with a plan, so I ran all around the cave, mostly trying not to be eaten. And do you know what he was doing? He was staring at his lightsaber, trying to get it to turn on! Finally, he picked up a rock with the Force and threw it at it. I ran away, and then together, we buried it.

"While we were working our way out of the cave, green gas started filling the cave. It was really hard to breathe, and I couldn't see Obi-Wan. Right when I was ready to pass out, the rocks in front of the cave blew out and my Padawan arrived."

"What happened to Dooku?" I asked.

"That can wait until next time," Daddy smiled at me a bit and gave me a hug.