First Floor Garage, Sunday Morning

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Sam had slept pretty well, but now had a burning desire to be greasy, which she was chalking up to a reaction to formalwear and heels. Since the other option--heading over to the gun range--didn't appeal right now, she was back with the swoop bike and trying to tweak the settings on the steering and brakes. They were still a little too sensitive for her, which shouldn't be a huge surprise, since they originally came from Anakin.

Within minutes, she was filthy, wearing a pair of old jeans and a sweatshirt, with a fresh pot full of coffee and doughnuts on the table, singing along to the radio.


[ooc: Open to everyone.]

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Nik peered down at her, blue eyes huge. "Ya need to tighten that with a hydrospanner," he informed her firmly. "Or else you'll turn into bug squash on the first corner."

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"Thanks, I knew that already," Sam mumbled, then turned around when she realized the voice was a little higher pitched than she was used to hearing. "Um, hi?"

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Nik was crawling under the bike and had a smudge of grease on his nose already. "Hi!" he said, smiling. "I was trying to find caf but this is much better nananayway."

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"Should you be doing that?" Sam asked, worried in equal amounts for both the child and the bike. "And who are you?"

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"'Course I should," Nik said. "I'm a Skywalker. Daddy says I'm almost as good as he was when he was my age. Mommy worries, but Mommy always worries."

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"Skywalker, huh?" If only she didn't know two of them. Or there always was the possibility that this boy belonged to Anakin's daughter. "And your daddy's good with bikes?" Not that that really helped her out at all with identification, "And mommies are good at worrying."

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"Daddy says Mommy worries like it's her job," Nik informed her. "But she's a foreign corpondint."

He frowned. That hadn't come out right. "My daddy's the bestest pilot ever!" he said, back on more solid ground. "He blew up a Death Star!"

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Sam only knew one person who might want to be a foreign coropondint, and one who was a pilot who blew up a Death Star. Which meant he was...oh boy. This wasn't going to be pretty. "What's your name?"

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"Anakin Gilmore-Skywalker," he replied. "But everyone calls me Nik. Daddy says my name's bigger'n I am."

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"It is a pretty big name," Sam agreed, seeing Rory in Nik now that she knew to look and wondering exactly what the heck was going on, since she probably would have noticed yesterday if Luke and Rory had a kid, "but as far as names go, that's a good one."

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"I'm named after Grandpa!" he said, bouncing a little. "But he died a looooong time 'go. Can I ride your bike?"

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He...died? This situation wasn't improving. "Um, not yet, since I just started adjusting it," she said, trying to ignore the mental picture of herself and his grandfather as tiny children racing around the island, "Your two choices are either to help me or to go find your mom or dad. You pick."

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Nik thought about it. "Mommy'll give me caf," he said, "and then I can come back and the bike'll be better!"

He gave Sam a hug around the legs and bolted for the door. "Byeeeee!"

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Sam stared after him, wondering if she should warn Luke and Rory.