So this one is really uber short-the shorter chapter in the whole story. And I wanted to add more, but it was such a perfect place to leave it, so I did.

Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys this one, and please, point out any mistakes I might have made, or observations you possibly have. That's the only way we writers grow!

I hope everyone had a good Christmas, and here's a a fabulous 2014!

MLV

Luke turned towards the door when he heard the knock. He carefully placed the disk down before standing and making his way over to the door. Just as he was about to open it, the force nudged at him, warning him that danger was ahead. Reaching towards his belt, he unclipped his blaster and held it ready. After a half a minute deciding what he should do next, Luke backed away from the door, and made his way towards a window. He opened it and crawled through.

Being careful not to make any noises, Luke snuck up behind the person at the door. They were wearing a cape and hood, so he couldn't make out anything other than they were shorter than he. They knocked again, and Luke used the small distraction to place the tip of his blaster against their back.

"I'd tell you to come in, but you haven't given me your name," he said, wincing at how lame it sounded.

The person froze, hand still midair. They slowly let their hand drop to their side, and Luke felt the force sent him a warning just before he heard the familiar snap hiss of a lightsaber igniting.

He dropped his blaster and grabbed his own lightsaber, igniting it just in time to parry off a blow. He hadn't used his lightsaber more than a couple of times, so he wasn't adept at the fighting style. However, his opponent was. Luke parried as best he could, but the attacker was getting the better of him.

Luke tried focusing on the force, letting it flow through him, guide him. He tried all of the techniques that Ben had been able to show him, but it all came to this: this other lightsaber wielder was better than him in every way.

Using one last attempt, Luke dove for his blaster, grabbed it, and whirled onto his back to shoot his attacker. He frowned when he saw no one. He jumped to his feet and ran forward and was able to catch a glimpse of them riding away on a speeder.

"What in the blue blazes," Luke muttered to himself. Artoo rolled out of the hut, beeping questions at him.

"I dunno," he answered the droid, still staring in the direction his mysterious attacker had fled. So many questions filled his mind, but he pushed them aside. He didn't have time to go over them now; he needed to get what he came for and leave.

Luke reenter Ben's hut, grabbed the disk and put it in a pocket, and then began to search around again. He was hoping to find more information on this other Jedi Master…Yoda, he thought the name was. Was he still alive? If so, where was he hiding?

Grunting in frustration, Luke gave up on his search. He found nothing else beside the disk entitled, "the lost."

"Come on Artoo," he said, frustration in his voice. "Let's go."

He left Ben's hut, probably for the last time. Luke walked to his X-Wing and began the preparations to leave.

Artoo beeped questioningly at him again.

Sighing, he replied, "no Artoo. I'm not gonna make a big show of leaving. Just…come on. Let's get going, okay?"

The droid made a mournful whistling sound, but obliged.

Fifteen minutes later, they had taken off and were on their way to leaving Tatooine's atmosphere.

Han's face was buried in his hands. He and Leia had been reviewing the security footage Lando had found for the past five hours. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Leia had been reviewing it; Han had given up after the first fifteen minutes.

"Look your highness," Han said, his words coming out muffled. "I don't know what it is you're looking for, but obviously we're not finding it."

Leia took in a sharp breath, held it for a moment, and then let it go in a deep sigh. "You're right," she admitted. "I'm not finding anything."

Han looked up at hearing the defeat in her voice. "Leia," he said, reaching over and taking her hand in his. "Luke's a smart kid. He had his reasons for going to Rhen Var, and when he gets back, and he will come back, he'll fill us in."

Leia's eyes were focused on his hand, still resting on hers. He was just about to pull it away when she twisted hers and entangled her fingers with his. Her gaze lifted and rested on his. He could see the tears welling in her eyes.

"It's just…I'm worried about him. I know he and I haven't known each other for very long, but it still. He feels like family," she admitted.

Han used his free arm to wrap around her shoulders. She tensed a moment, and then relaxed before leaning into him. Han placed a kiss on top of her head, so light he was sure she hadn't noticed.

"He'll be just fine Leia," Han whispered into her hair. "I promise."

Han held her like that for a long time before Leia finally broke away from him. She avoided his gaze and stood up.

"It's late, I should head back to bed," she said. "Thanks for your help."

Han opened his mouth to say something, but she was gone before anything came to mind. He continued to sit there for a long time, his mind busy with thoughts. Finally, he stood up and made his way back to the Falcon.

"Chewy wake up!" he called to his copilot. The Wookiee grunted angrily at him.

"Look, we've got to go find Luke and bring him back, okay? So I'm gonna go let the General know whats up, and in the meantime, can you get the ship ready?" Han said, deciding to put on fresh clothes before his meeting. He was just pulling off his shirt when Chewy walked into the room.

"What?" Han asked, tossing the shirt on the ground and grabbing a clean one.

Chewy growled at him.

Han snorted. "Right, cause this totally has to do with the princess. Right." Han slipped the shirt over his head. "Look, the only reason we're staying with the rebellion is because I said we were going to watch over both of them. And Luke's not here, so we're not doing our job, right?"

The Wookiee made a noise resembling a belly laugh.

"Shut up," was Han's reply. "It doesn't matter why, does it? Just the Falcon ready okay?"