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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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"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."

"How different could he be?" Sam asked, really, truly trying not to offend Luke. "And, um, maybe?" She said weakly.

"I haven't checked!" Luke squeaked. "Ewwwwww!"

"That's not what I meant!" Sam said, trying not to laugh, "Although that answers the question I had about whether you heard about the one who went here."

Luke's face went pale. "Way, way more than I ever wanted to think about, yeah," he said.

"So, um, what's your Han Solo like?" Sam asked. Admittedly, she hadn't known the other one more than in passing, but alternate realities always intrigued her.

"Hell of a pilot and mechanic," Luke said because the boy had his priorities straight. "Loyal. Practically fearless."

"See, now that sounds like someone it would have been fun to know," Sam grumbled, thinking he sounded more than a little bit like O'Neill, "not to mention that we can always use more flyboys around here."

"Truer words have not been spoken," Luke agreed with a smile, "and Han's almost as good as I am."

Sam laughed. "Oh, you're so much your father's son."

Luke grinned. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"You should," she grinned, "since that's how it's meant. Best pilot I've ever seen, still."

"I've flown against him," Luke said, nodding.

Once. When his father was trying to shoot him down. Luke failed to see how that would be relevant.

"He's pretty incredible." He gave Sam a sheepish smile. "And better than I am."

"He's older," Sam said, understanding the smile, "give it time."

"Now we have time to do rematches," Luke said, looking a little gobsmacked.

"You do, and I still have his plans, if you want to build yourself a swoop bike," she said, gesturing over at the workbench, where they were held down by a couple of rusted gears and a socket wrench.

"Oooh," Luke said, wandering over to look at the schematics. "I was on a speeder bike a few weeks ago on Endor--it's the more modern version," he said. "Not as much space wasted on handlebars."

"Can you sketch it?" Sam asked eagerly.

Luke caught his lower lip between his teeth, then nodded. "I can try," he said.

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