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First Floor Garage, Monday Evening

Sam was on the floor of the garage next to her swoop bike, surrounded by parts--half clean, half filthy--a rag, and assorted tools. She was currently busy filing down a part she'd designed and cast for the propulsion system, trying to smooth all the rough edges before she replaced it.

So far, it was a little better than it had been, but the process was slow-going because she had to keep stopping to pull the metal filings out of her fingertips. At least it was mind-numbing enough work that she could let her mind drift, and not think of anything; particularly not seventeen-year-old girls leading armies into battle, because that should never have happened.

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Luke picked up a hydrospanner and began tweaking. "I'm giving him some time to adjust," he said finally.

About a lot of things, but Luke wasn't going to say that, either.

"I take it you've seen him, then?"

"Probably best, and yeah, I ran into him in the coffee shop. And then almost caused a paradox that could have torn apart the fabric of space and time," Sam's lips quirked up in a smile, "but as you can see, that didn't happen."

Luke smiled back. "I hate when that happens," he said. "It's weird enough having a father who looks like my older brother. Popping out of existence entirely would stink."

"This is what I'm saying," Sam laughed, running her finger over the part again. Smoother, and oh, look, another sliver. She sighed and reached for the tweezers. "And yes, it is odd that he still looks so young. How'd he take the news that he died young and never got to meet you?"

"Surprisingly well," Luke said, blushing inexplicably.

He was a terrible liar.

"Jedi being not supposed to have children and all," he finished a bit lamely.

Sam looked at him a little suspiciously. "Right. But you seem to have turned out more than okay."

"I'm pretty resilient," Luke said, poking a bit too intently at the piece of metal he was holding.

"Careful," she warned, "that's more fragile than it looks."

Luke blushed to his ears. "Sorry," he murmured. "I know better."

He picked a sturdier part to tinker with, then looked over at Sam. "So how are you?"

"Don't worry, you're doing fine," Sam said, noticing the pink ears and trying to be encouraging. "Me? Oh, I...I've been better, honestly."

Luke nodded, secretly pleased that he hadn't been wrong in what he'd been feeling from her.

"Anything you want to talk about?" he asked, definitely not pushing.

Sam sighed and set the file down. "Isabel left, to go fight a war." She wasn't sure she was ready to talk about Jack and River. "She's so young, and completely unprepared."

Luke chewed on his lip. "She's not that much younger than I am," he said quietly, also putting down his tool.

And very specifically not mentioning Sam's age.

He had...a feeling about her. She pinged in the Force the same way his father did now.

"Is there really any way to prepare to see war?" he asked.

"She's seventeen," Sam said quietly, "and no, I guess there isn't. But she also doesn't have anyone but her brothers at her back and doesn't have combat training. That's going to make it harder."

Luke hissed in a breath. "Yeah, it will. But she also has telekinesis, right? Or is that something everyone else has as well?"

Fighting a planet full of Jedi would be a hell of a thing to go up against.

"She does, but I'm not sure about the rest of the planet. I think she said that one of her brothers can heal, so maybe everyone has different abilities?" Sam said, trying to remember.

Luke nodded, the possibilities whirling in his head. "Then he'll be watching out for Isabel." It wasn't a question. "That's what I do for my sister."

"You have a sister?" Sam asked.

"I found out a few months ago," Luke said, blushing. "We were separated when we were born to hide us from the Emperor."

"Congratulations," she said, smiling at him. "Do you get along?"

"Like we've known each other forever," Luke said with a grin. "I insult her taste in boyfriends, she hits me for being reckless."

Snickering, Sam nodded. "Yes, that was the way it was with Daniel and I, too." Not with Mark--there was too much anger and hostility and past history there. But Daniel...ah, Daniel was her brother in all but name.

"My father is not going to be happy with her taste, either," Luke said, eyes full of mischief. "She's dating Han Solo."

Sam looked up at Luke, horrified. "Han Solo???"

Luke nodded solemnly. "Different version, but I'm not sure that really makes a difference."

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