"Han?" Luke whispered into the darkness. He wasn't sure where he was, but he did know that someone had tucked him into a warm bed, which smelled of his father.

"I'm here, kid. Don't worry. What do you need?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm on the floor."

Luke yawned and rolled over to see his friend. Han turned on a glow rod to a low setting, rolling over to rest on his elbows, looking up at his friend.

"You okay, kid?"

Luke nodded, smiling, "What do you think of Padmé?"

"She seems… kind of odd, actually."

"Huh?" Luke asked, "How so? She seemed great to me."

Han frowned, "I don't know. She was acting sort of odd."

"What do you mean, odd?"

"She was acting weirdly close to the Jedi. Especially Anakin."

Luke grinned, "I think she's my mom. And what do you mean, close? She just acted friendly."

"Jedi weren't supposed to be even that close to friends," Han explained, "They weren't supposed to bond with others. It always seemed like kind of a pathetic life to me."

"It did? What do you mean? The Empire banned all information about the Jedi!"

Han laughed, "Have you forgotten I'm ten years older than you? I can still remember the Jedi pretty clearly."

"You can?" Luke asked.

"Sure."

"But I thought Dad was a big hero at this time."

"He was…er, is."

"Then why didn't you ever tell me anything about him?" Luke hissed, "You know how much I want to know about him! Why didn't you ever mention him?"

Han sat up, "Calm down, Kid. I thought your hero worship was out of control enough already. Besides, you seemed to know everything you needed to know about him already."

Luke crawled out of bed, sitting down on the floor beside his friend, "I would've liked to know more about him. I never knew that he was so…"

"What?" Han asked sarcastically, "Strong? Brave? Handsome?"

Luke shook his head, "No. Sad. I kind of thought he'd have been… happier. I don't like seeing him like this."

Han put an arm around Luke and he let himself relax against his friend, "He's great and everything, but I feel bad for him. I don't want to lie to him anymore. Slavery is obviously really hard on him and I don't want to tell him I'm a slave anymore. It seemed like a great plan at the time, but now I feel like I was using him."

"You weren't using him, Kid. I bet anything the truth would hurt him more. You just need to accept that he can't be happy as long as we're here. I'm sure we'll be able to figure out a way to get home soon."

"Han?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't know if I want to go home," Luke said softly, bowing his head.

"What do you mean? We have to go home. Leia's waiting for us, she's probably frantic already. And there's a war going on there, in case you hadn't noticed. They're counting on us."

Luke frowned, "Maybe they are. I guess you're right, Han. I just… it feels so right to be here. I've never felt so at home before. My family is here, and they've accepted me. And there are Jedi. Han, I want to be a Jedi, and I don't have teachers anymore! This place just feels so much better."

"It hurt you at first, though."

"Yeah, it did," Luke said softly, "It hurt me because it was so surprisingly bright. It was just… the safest feeling once I got used to it. I feel like all the evil and darkness was ripped out of the galaxy. It was just a surprise for me. I love it here."

"You've gotta understand we're not staying though, right?"

Luke sighed, "Yeah. I guess. I wanna stay here, with my parents. I guess that's too selfish, though."

"Luke, I know you want to stay here, and I'm the first person to agree that in all fairness you should be allowed to stay here. But you're the one who taught me we can't always have what we want."

Luke looked around the room one more time, "We can stay for a while, though, right?"

Han laughed, "We don't have a lot of choice on that matter. It'll take a while to fix the Falcon."

Luke smiled, "I'm kind of glad. Do you think they'd be willing to train me? It would really help me if I had some more skills for when I need to face Vader again. Maybe something Yoda and Obi-Wan weren't as good at."

"That sounds like a plan," Han said.

"Where are we, Han?"

"Your dad's room at the Jedi Temple."

"This is the Jedi Temple? And where's he?"

"Yeah, this is the Temple. He's staying with Obi-Wan, said he wanted us to have our own space."

"This is my dad's room? He lives here?" Luke sprang to his feet, looking around again, desperately taking in everything, "But there's almost nothing in here."

"From what I've seen, that's the way the Jedi work. They don't own much at all. And they all wear the same robes."

"Huh," Luke said, walking over to the dresser and looking at the few things sitting on top. There was a smooth river stone, Luke's lightsaber, and a couple of half-folded garments.

"This is his private space, Luke," Han warned, "You probably shouldn't go poking around."

"I'm not poking around," Luke countered, "I just want to know a little more about him."

"Leave his things alone," Han said, grabbing Luke's wrist as he went to turn on the light, "And go back to sleep."

"I'm not tired," Luke argued, "I've been sleeping all day."

"Yeah, well, I haven't. Go back to bed."

"You can take the bed, Han. I'll stay on the floor."

"No, Kid. I saw Anakin making sure you were comfy, and I think he'll kill me if he thinks I've taken your bed."

"But—,"

"No. Go back to bed now, and try to sleep a little more."

Luke was about to argue again, but Han slipped back into his sleeping bag.

I guess I should sleep, Luke thought, I'd rather be properly awake when Dad is. He crawled back into bed, and pressed his face into the pillow, Dad usually sleeps here. This is his home. I wish it would be my home someday. I wonder what it would be like to live here. He smiled, Maybe they would even consider letting me train.

There was a sudden knock at the door, and Luke sat up, "What's happening?"

The door opened, and there stood Anakin, "Sorry, Luke. Are you awake?"

Luke nodded, "I've slept plenty. You know, because of sleeping all day."

Han moaned, "I haven't finished sleeping yet."

Anakin glanced down and extended a hand to help Han to his feet.

"We've been sent on a mission to a nearby star system."

"We?" Han asked, "What makes them think they can order us around?"

Anakin folded his arms, "The Council doesn't know you're here. Obi-Wan and Padmé have agreed to keep it that way, and I'd appreciate your help."

Luke stood up, carefully putting himself in the middle of their argument, "Where are we going?"

"We've detected a Separatist ship getting uncomfortably close to the Republic. We've been asked to go and head them off."

"Okay," Luke said, "Han? Are you gonna come?"

"Only for you, Kid."

"Good, let's move," Anakin said, "We need to get going now."

Luke nodded, and followed his father, once Anakin was certain they were following, Luke let himself fall back to talk to his friend, "Han, why are you so venomous when Dad's around?"

"Kid, there's something about your dad that just feels off. I don't know what it is, but something about him gives me the shivers."

Luke shivered himself. He didn't want to tell Han about Vader yet, especially not when they were just headed off with Anakin. He didn't want to think of his own father too much, not when he had finally found happiness. He would tell Han when they returned. But he didn't know if he could ever tell Anakin.