like my father before me.

lucy was confused. she wasn’t sure what had happened. one moment she was in aslan’s country and the next she was in a strange city. and it did not look like 1949 should have looked. “excuse me. could you tell me the year?” she asked the person nearest her.

Luke heard her before he saw her, ears perking up as he lifted his gaze up to her. The moment his blue eyes found her face he knew she must be new, even without the question she poised. He’d know that expression anywhere — lost, confused, misplaced — it was one he’d worn not long ago when he’d first found himself in Washington. He offered her a kind smile in return, hoping it appeared friendly. ‘It’s 2018. Or, well, on Earth anyway. Our years were a bit different.’ Luke answered honestly. ‘What’s the last thing you remember? Or, when, I suppose?’

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‘Where would I go?‘ Luke’s voice was soft, softer than it had ever been with anyone else, the kind of reverence in his tone that he only ever used with Leia. Because she was different. Because she always had been different. Even when he hadn’t known. Even when she was merely a princess bossing him around, rough around the edges but kind at the center of it all. Some part of him must have always known. She was never just Leia. She had always been so much more.

It was different with her, this gravitational pull he had with her. The closest he’d even come had been with his father, their father, and even then it had been so different in its nature. The pull he had towards his father left him drowning in a sea of emotions. Fear, regret, guilt, sadness, confusion, loss, even reckless hope. It had never felt like that with Leia. If his father had felt like drowning, than Leia felt like flying, soaring. If his father was a reckless kind of hope, than she was the steady kind of hope, stable and proud and unwavering.

Luke’s eyes softened as he watched her, blue irises glinting with affection for his sister. ‘You’re here. How could I think about leaving?’ He offered her a smile then. Not the sad kind that was hiding a war torn heart. Not the smug kind that twisted his features into brief confidence. It was that rare, dopey smile, the one reserved for the people who had won over his heart enough for him not to be embarrassed of it. ‘You’re my home, Leia. Wherever you are? That’s where I belong.’

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Luke’s eyes took in the sight before him. Washington, he was coming to learn, certainly had its perks. One of those perks was undoubtedly the food. Particularly the sweet delicacies. Life before this city, life during war, it wasn’t as though he never ate, but it was more so out of necessity than enjoyment. The most decadent being a cantina during a pit stop, or if he was lucky, a celebratory feast, but those usually came after he’d nearly died, so he never got to enjoy them half as much as he liked.

This, though. This was beautiful. This was the work of magic and gods. Almost too beautiful to eat. Almost. So, by the time her words reached his ears, Luke already had something flakey and warm stuffed into his mouth, too delicious to be even the slightest bit guilty or ashamed at the rate he demolished the treat. His eyes found hers, swallowing what was in his mouth to grin up at her, crumbs falling from his mouth. ‘You’re my absolute favorite person.’ Luke replied, beaming up at her. ‘Just don’t tell my sister I told you that.’

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The words struck Luke to his very core. He wondered if she knew. If she could possibly know. If she could feel the way it wrapped around his heart, squeezing until the organ was stuttering an erratic beat. If she could hear the words that played on repeat in his head. The people who had died. The souls lost. The things he had done. The part of him he had lost along the way.

Part of him was glad she hadn’t been there to see it. To see him being torn away from Leia. To see what the loss of her did to her husband, her family, the galaxy. To see the kind of man he had to become. To watch war destroy him as it had done to her. He wished he could have had her, had known her, but he couldn’t deny how grateful he was she didn’t have to watch what had become of him. She deserved so much more than a son broken by war.

But how could he possibly explain that?

So instead, he found his feet moving before his mouth could, emotions clouding any hesitance as he wrapped his arms around her. And even in a gesture as small as this, he found the warmth of her, her love and passion and unwavering faith, washing over him. Something so simple, but his throat still closed up, heart still clenched painfully, hoping one day a hug from his mother may never have to be as painful as it was calming. ‘The only person in this world, galaxy, I hope to be good enough for is you.’ He murmured into her hair, eyes closed tightly. ‘And I will spend the rest of my life trying to be my best for you.’

When a voice spoke, Anakin’s blue hues shifted their gaze up to the male, as he rubbed his finger against  the inside of his robe. A sharp prick still hit at his nerves.  His teeth clenched  together, with a minimal  groan splitting from both brims of his mouth. Placing what would be of  his engine down, Anakin lightly brushed the grease  from the tip of his fingers onto his left knee. The nib of his tongue brushed  itself across his upper lip. 

“ You’re here now, what is it?”  The words fell from the brim of his mouth in soft but distant tone. He had never been very good with people, they were complicated.  It had been weeks, since Anakin spent any time with anyone other than Padme and Ahsoka. Although his reunion with his former padawan did not go smoothly, she was still his family and really the only one  who understood him  other than Jaina, but it had been weeks since the two had seen each other. 

The longer Anakin was in the presence of the other,  the more he felt a powerful  bond with him.  Through this connection, the force told him  that this was his son. As much as the former knight  would like to deny the nonsensical claims, he felt it and knew it to be true, especially with his grandchildren in DC as well.  With his blue hues  now holding a burdened and saddened glance on the male,  a weighed exhale of air departed from his throat.  It  was uncanny how much he resembled himself, but had the soft presence Anakin felt when Padme was near as well. 

Silence filled the space between the two. His hues  languidly  diverted their glance down.  With moments passing, suddenly  Anakin could almost hear a robotic voice enter his thoughts. “ I am your father. ”  It felt as if the voice was himself talking to another. Dismissing those thoughts from his mind, Anakin extended his robotic arm out and once again picked up one of his scraps, while moving his gaze back down to his project.  Fixing things always made everything better. 

Luke hadn’t felt a force this strong since before his arrival in the city. Since he had felt the cool, hard surface of a helmet beneath his fingertips. Since flames danced in front of his eyes. Since he could smell the mixture of wood and armor burning. Luke hadn’t felt this kind of force since the galaxy had ripped away the last remnants of a father he may have once had.

No force had ever truly felt like this one. Not even with Leia. His connection with Leia had always been powerful, but never like this. The tether holding them together, even before he knew, had felt nothing less than gravitational. The string that connected her soul with his had never felt like it had been pulled so taut it threatened to snap. That’s not what Leia was to him. Leia was a presence, his strength even in her absence.

This, though. There was only one person in the galaxy, universe, that felt like this. The force of which felt like it could tear him apart just as quickly and fiercely as it could mend each of his jagged edges. Luke let himself take in the man before him, perhaps no more than a year or two older than Luke himself. He’d never had the opportunity to acknowledge their likeness, but he couldn’t seem to think of anything else in the passing moments.

‘I was… I was hoping—‘ But what was it that he was hoping for? A fresh start? A second chance? A father? A family, even? He wasn’t sure, after everything, that the universe would allow him that. And yet, somehow, maybe that’s precisely what it wanted. It had put him here, had it not? Gave him back a piece of something he’d lost, the first piece of his unsolved puzzle. An offering. He couldn’t tempt fate simply because he was scared. ‘I’d like to talk.’ Luke answered finally, his heart dropping as the fear settled in his gut. ‘And I think you know what about, don’t you?’

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It was a simple sentiment, he supposed. As simple as anything in the universe. Love. A love that healed. A love that could tear apart galaxies as quickly and ferociously as it could mend them. He’d known love like that. The simple kind like Owen and Beru had, kind and effortless in its nature. The devastating kind that his parents shared, too beautiful to last and too rare to live. It was simple, but it was also dangerous.

Perhaps there could be a day where Luke could find it in himself to believe that. Perhaps one day he could believe his actions of good could ever supersede all the bad that had been dealt by his hands. Perhaps a soul bonded to his could one day heal those very broken pieces. And perhaps when he saw red hair and bright eyes he might even believe that day could be so much closer than he could ever hope for.

But, as luck would have it, that day was not today.

His lips tugged upwards in something of the smile. Not the kind that split across his face. Not the kind that reached his eyes. Not the kind that came with a boisterous laugh. It was the quiet kind. The kind he’d adapted over time. The kind that he could feel the weight of in his veins. The kind he couldn’t help. Just like he couldn’t help the way his eyes gazed at her. Just like he couldn’t help the sense of hope that bloomed within his chest against all the other emotions threatening to weigh him down. ‘Maybe I’ll find that kind of love one day.’ A pause. ‘Maybe I’ll find her one day.’

The pull he felt toward her was unlike any other he had known. It wasn’t like his mother’s, which he could only describe as a sense of destiny, the taste of fate, of hope. His father, another story. His felt similar to what it had felt before — anguish, anger, betrayal, loss, hopelessness — but it was mixed with something different in Washington, his young age no doubt contributing to something that felt like a second chance. Both were as intriguing as they were terrifying, and he still wondered if that’s what family felt like, he’d never really known. 

And then there was Leia. His sister, Leia. The word still felt so new on his tongue, as though he were attempting to speak a foreign language, the first word he learned successfully when all the others failed him. Leia’s was different to his parents. Leia was different. She was the other half of who he was, as though they were made of the same star. And they were, are, always would be. Nothing had ever felt more like home than that moment when Obi-Wan revealed what he might have always known. That’s what Leia was, a home where he had never had one.

And then there was her. He knew they all felt different, but his pull towards her was unique. It was consuming, like black holes and supernovas and exploding planets. Like his whole world, galaxy, universe was pulled out from beneath him. Like he was flying, soaring, floating. Like he’d been jumping from the beginning of time, just waiting for his landing. Maybe that’s what she was; his landing.

A smile tugged at his lips despite the emotions coursing through him, faint and soft against the war torn gaze that always seemed to settle behind his blue eyes. ‘It’s been a long time since anyone has called me that.’ He mused, quiet, perhaps more towards himself than her. His smile turned almost crooked then, and it felt like he could feel his pulse all the way down to his fingertips. ‘And no. Not all of them.’ His gaze zeroed in on her, eyes flecked with something deep. ‘Just the important ones.’ Just you. 

He couldn’t explain it, the pull he had to this place. He knew what it was, the sensation — rattling his bones, searing something hot and familiar beneath his skin, awoke something dormant in his soul — was nothing Luke hadn’t experienced before. He was familiar with it now, even if the intensity of which it pulled at him was different every time. Sometimes faint and soft, sometimes fierce and hard.

This time it had been somewhere in the middle, demanding yet not unyielding. Almost more like a suggestion than anything, as though he would regret ignoring the signs that lead him here. Though he wasn’t entirely sure where, or what, here was. Still he couldn’t mask the feeling of familiarity as he stepped inside, something that might have felt a bit like home to anybody else.

Wetting his lips, he let his eyes take in his surrounding. The familiar scent of grease and something distinctly metallic hung in the air, the closest to a feeling of belonging he’d thought he’d ever be. A faint smile curved at his lips, unwittingly remembering a man who would have loved this place. Shaking himself from the moment, he cleared his throat before finally speaking, calling out to whatever had brought him here. ‘Hello? Is this— Are you open?’

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“Whenever she’d [Leia] talked with Luke about their birth father, this was the part where he’d refuse to use the name Darth Vader. He was Anakin Skywalker when he fell in love with our mother, Luke would say, taking her hand gently in his. And he became Anakin Skywalker again in the last hour of his life. He came back from the dark side, Leia. They said it could never be done, but our father did it. He made that journey because of his love for us.”

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In retrospect, Luke probably could have gotten out more. Or, at least, been a tad bit more sociable. He’d been trying to keep his distance, figure out this world he’d found himself on before he could find his place amongst it. He figured it had been a wise plan. It hadn’t been long, not that many people were even aware of him, the majority of which didn’t have much to say about his presence to begin with. It all went along with the plan. Be quiet, keep his distance, lay low.

Though, he had to admit, as he was being tugged out of a black car, he may have overlooked some things. It wasn’t until he caught sight of the dauntingly large building did he remember he was exceptionally bad at plans. Unfortunately, he wasn’t given enough time to ponder that, nor examine how monumentally doomed he was, before he was being escorted through said building.

It appeared nice, stately. Though he hadn’t spent enough time here to gather what constituted as affluent or lavish, he imagined this was probably it. His eyes darted around, only catching glimpses. High ceilings, polished floors, distinguished objects adorning decorative side tables. He had nothing quite like this in his living quarters, and he reckoned very few others did. Luke wasn’t entirely stupid, he could tell this place held some type of power, knew that power must have come with authority.

He was beginning to wonder if he’d ever get a day off.

Luke had been dragged on his feet for so long they almost didn’t come to a stop when the two individuals escorting him halted in front of a door. Stumbling slightly, he waited, mind too preoccupied with his racing thoughts to pay attention to the low voices around him. It didn’t take long, or maybe it did, for all he knew, before the door was being spun open, and he was once again being guided forward. Except this time the arms gesturing him let go, leaving him in the middle of the room.

As his eyes caught sight of a slight figure, he couldn’t help feeling like he’d been here before. Somewhere unfamiliar, dragged into an unknown fate, waiting for an outcome he had little to no say in. His eyes darted around, discreetly searching for an exit strategy, but when his eyes returned forward, he felt his heart stop.

‘Leia?’

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The light that often flickered across Luke’s face had seemed to dim, replaced with something far more solemn and heavy, as though a shadow has casted over his features. Blue eyes once bright and vivid had faded into a more dusky cerulean shade, streaked with flecks of grey. Luke gazed at her for a moment, really looked, before a morose smile quirked at the corners of his lips. ‘Maybe that’s what being a hero means. Maybe all we can know is blood and death and war.’ The words tasted like metal leaving his mouth, bitter and acidic and wrong. But maybe not entirely untruthful. ‘Maybe that’s the price we must pay.’

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‘I don’t know,’ Luke mused, expression pensive, eyebrows quirked in thought. ‘Of course hard work is important, I can’t deny that, but—‘ His gaze clouded slightly, blue eyes flecked with a misty shade of grey, cool and icy. ‘But I think there’s something inherently human in wishing, dreaming.’ A smile took over his face then, soft and tender, offering it up to her in earnest. ‘I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. I’ve certainly been guilty of it more than once. I used to wish I’d get off that farm one day. And then, one day, I did. I can’t say for certain that the stars had anything to do with it. But just as well, I can’t say they didn’t either.’

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Twisting a few wires, Anakin’s eyes fixated themselves onto the broken engine resting in front of him. The line of his lips remained straight. Anakin liked fixing things, it made life easier. People were complicated. Truthfully Anakin was never well liked, especially by the council and certainly not by Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan had been very much like a father figure to Anakin, and he’d would have done quite literally anything  for him, that was before be betrayed him against the Jedi.  Obi-Wan’s critiques of Anakin’s had always been exhausting, especially when his success in his missions was constantly dismissed.

Anakin closed his eyes for moment, envisioned the people he had killed just couple of weeks prior. He could still sense their terror, as Vader slaughtered them with no remorse.Everything that Anakin had done hit at him vehemently. He had finally remembered the memories that city took from him upon his arrival several months ago. Anakin almost wished to still be naive to everything, maybe then it would not hurt as much.  Tears wielded themselves from his eyelid down to the side of his cheek in an uneven line. 

Anakin  kept his hues fixated on the scraps he had found. As a wire poked onto  the tip of his finger, a small stream of blood ran down.“ Ah man,not again,” He said out loud to himself. Suddenly with the force, he sensed a presence standing over him.  Lifting head up, the former Jedi held a glance on the  other. A breath of air departed, with his tears drying.  Anakin instantly felt  a pull with this man, a pull he had never felt with anyone before other than when he met Padme as boy.It was similar to the same pull he had with Jaina, Kylo and even Leia, only much stronger. Perplexity filled his mind, but dismissed  any thoughts instantaneously  “ Yes” The word fell from his lips in irate tone with a hint of sarcasm

Luke felt it in his bones, his veins, his blood. He felt it encompass every inch of his being, coursing through him until he forgot a time when he’d felt anything less. And he knew instantly. Of course he did. He’d only encountered one other soul capable of igniting such a feeling within him. It was new, wild and uninhibited. He held little control over it, and held no control of the emotions it brought with it. Pain, sorrow, hope, anger, regret. Anything and everything he’d ever felt, and though the man before him did not bear the armor of the man he knew, Luke had no doubt.

‘I am your father.’

Luke couldn’t help noticing how different this voice was to the one he had known. Much more like his own, he thought. Human. Real. It wasn’t low, wasn’t high. It lifted and dropped just as any human’s did. It was void of any mechanic tone he would recognize, and yet Luke couldn’t help thinking it still sounded familiar. Not like a memory, but perhaps more like a dream. Something faint and vague, stuck in the recesses of his brain.

‘Hello.’ The word left him lowly, a little uneven and uncertain, as though he wasn’t sure he should have spoken. He waited a moment, wetting his lips to buy him some time, something like nerves creeping up his spine. He finally opened his mouth to speak again, wholly uncertain of what would come out. ‘Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you.’ His eyes took in his surroundings; wires, metal, scraps. At least that felt familiar. ‘I can come back.’

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A soft smile found it’s way to his lips, tugging at the corners of his mouth, something warm and pleasant washing over him. Her words were soft, her voice even softer, melodic even. His smile widened, happy, as he offered it up in return. ‘That’s a beautiful sentiment, one I’m afraid we forget far too often.’ He responded in earnest.

Even he, someone who’d lost more people than he could count, left and been left, watched whole worlds turn to space dust, was guilty of forgetting this from time to time. It was not something he was proud of, but he was only as human as everyone else. ‘I think that’s an important thing we must remind ourselves of now and then.’

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Eyebrows knitted together as he gazed at her, a frown etched onto his lips, something akin to melancholy falling onto his expression. It wasn’t as though he didn’t understand. It was that he did. Very much so. Though only twenty-three, Luke had already seen so much, felt so much, fought so much. He’d seen people die and worlds burn. He’d seen blood and death and war. He’d lost his family, his friends, his own hand. And yet here he was, living and breathing, alive despite it all.

‘It’s not easy. Life isn’t easy. And I won’t lie to you and tell you that it is, that it will be. Because it won’t, we both know that. But just look around you,’ Luke gestured, gazing around at their surroundings. Green grass. Blue skies. People. Animals. They were surrounded by life. ‘Look at them,’ his eyes fell to a young family, parents holding their child’s hand as he swung freely above the ground. ‘They’re happy. Smiling. They’re not at war. They’re not being ripped away from their family. They might even be safe.’ Luke pulled his gaze back to her, expression soft. ‘It might not be easy, but maybe it’s worth it.’

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This wasn’t in the plan. Sure, Earth wasn’t in the plan, either. But Earth was something he could handle. He’d travelled to enough planets that he hardly blinked whenever a new Earthly custom was brought to his attention. The blue skies. The soiled ground. The humans. He could prepare for that. But whatever preparation he might have convinced himself he had, one look at her and it all went out the proverbial window.

She was beautiful, he thought suddenly. Not the kind that was intimidating. She was the kind of beautiful that was soft and kind, like she wanted to know you just as much as you wanted to know her. The kind of beautiful that should have destroyed galaxies, but instead it saved them. Just like Leia. Maybe it ran in the family.

Family. It was still such a funny word to him. It felt foreign, like a word he was only just learning. It stuck in his throat, like he didn’t quite know how to say it. And it wasn’t like he had ever been alone, not really. He’d had Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru. And when he didn’t have them, he had Leia. He’d even had Han and Chewie and R2 and C3PO. But— They just weren’t her.

Luke rubbed the back of his neck anxiously, cheeks faintly pink, his eyes hesitantly rising to hers. ‘This isn’t what I had planned.’ These words also felt funny leaving his lips, but he pressed on. ‘I don’t really know what I had planned. I just, I don’t know. All these years and I thought you were—’ He inhaled sharply, eyes frantically searching hers. ‘I never thought I’d see you. Meet you.’