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Upon returning to their home on New Alderaan in the early hours, Han and Leia discovered that a certain little boy had not taken their absence too well. Ty lay at the foot of their front door, tousled hair lying low over his closed eyelids. He was frowning in his sleep, disturbed over either his dreams or the plaguing notion of his friends' absence, and was clutching a small, furry, plush Ewok in his arms.
"Hey, Ty, Buddy," Han called, gently nudging the boy. "What're you doing here?"
Ty slowly opened his eyes, unfocused and blurry from sleep. "What?" he mumbled.
"What're you doing asleep at our door? Why aren't your parents here?"
"Han?" the boy asked happily. "I'm glad you guys are back! I heard you were coming so I came over here to wait…my parents are still asleep."
Both excited to see the boy and apprehensive about advocating Ty's escape, Leia spoke. "We're glad to see you too, Ty, but you shouldn't have left your home in the middle of the night to come see us. You should have waited until tomorrow."
"I know, but I haven't seen you in so long!"
"How 'bout we just take you home, kid," Han told the boy, set features showing the youth that he meant the comment as a statement, not a question.
"But we have so much to catch up on!"
Han and Leia looked at each other, mouths curving up at the corners in amusement.
"You're starting to sound too much like an adult, Ty," Han grinned, shaking his head. "I think you need to go home and watch some cartoons on the holovision or eat a bowl full of candy or something."
"I probably shouldn't do that."
"Well, it was just an idea. Anyways, you have to go home before your parents wake up and tell the entire planet you're gone."
"But I want to know everything about your adventure! What was Ican'tbelieve like? Did you meet any interesting people?"
"Well, we met Fabio again, and I gave him a pretty good roundhouse punch…"
"…and we met his crazy mother, who was carried back into a room with padded walls…"
"You met crazy people? I wish could've gone!"
"Well, Ty, if the Alliance ever decides to send me back there, you can go in my place. I certainly never want to go back to that planet ever again," Leia said.
"It's a long story. Maybe I'll tell you when you're older."
"Is it secret government stuff?"
"Shh, Ty," Han butted in. "You don't want to be spreading that around. There might be spies in the bushes."
"Spies?" Ty asked with rounded eyes. "I hadn't thought of that. Do you think they heard anything?"
"You never know with spies. We should probably go someplace more covert. Your house, maybe."
"Okay. But I'm not going to bed!"
"Of course not. Unless you get too tired, that is."
"No way! I can stay up all night – I don't need to sleep!"
"We'll see about that. Let's get going, though. We shouldn't stay out here any longer than necessary."
They began walking down the stone pathway that surrounded the house, heading back toward the city. The sun was just beginning to peek out from behind the curves of the hills, the dawn casting a golden sheen upon all that met with the sun's rays. The grass, green from the rain and scattered with yellow flowers, reflected the light through its drops of dew that were yet to evaporate into the warm air.
Around the corner, however, there was a boulder that cast a long shadow, seemingly unaffected by the beginning of the new day. Flowers bent forward in its darkness, bowing to the giant. The stone was bent at an unnatural angle, and was scarred by harsh weather and sentients who had no respect for the elderly figure. The sight sent chills down impressionable Ty's spine, and an eerie feeling of dejá vu crept over the senses of both adults. The only one who was not affected by the sight was little Alden, who slept away in his infantile bliss.
A movement caused them all to jump (though Han would certainly deny this), and they froze as they saw a cloaked figure turn toward them. Han reached down to this right hip for his trusty blaster, but remembered that he had left it on the Falcon with the intention of retrieving it when they returned for their luggage. Weaponless, Han and Leia stood in front of Ty, and shielded Alden as best as they could. They considered running, but devilish curiosity mixed with fear overcame them, and they stood transfixed to the spot. Slowly the figure approached, head cocked at what would normally be considered an angle of confusion, but on this villainous figure it was likely a tortured distortion and possibly a source of his anger. Perhaps they could use that to their advantage…
"Hey guys, what are you scared of? Don't tell me you're afraid of Jedis," the familiar voice of Luke Skywalker sang to them.
"Luke!" Han shouted, thrilled to hear his brother-in-law. He grabbed his friend in an enthusiastic bear hug.
"Well, I'm glad you're happy to see me!"
"Luke, I'm so glad it's you!" Leia cried, hugging her brother as well.
"What's the matter? Why were you scared?"
"I guess we were just a little bit too wrapped up in the moment. It doesn't matter, though. We were just about to take Ty home. Do you want to come with us?"
So as the seemingly strange group made their way to the house of Ty's adoptive parents, Han and Leia walked together and reminisced about their first meeting with the little boy, and how much, or rather, how little, he had changed in the year since. When they had discovered him on their doorstep this morning they had been worried about him – if he was too cold, what his parents were thinking, how long he had been there – completely forgetting that he had lived that way for so long with absolutely no adult supervision. In the uncivilized world Ty was capable of caring for himself, and in the civilized world he was incapable of doing the most meager of adult things, not of his own volition but because of adults' perception of him. He had gone from having to do everything to having to do nearly nothing. Most boys would have taken advantage of the situation, trading in their sweet and timid disposition as they threw their rags into the fire in favor of riches, but Ty had truly not changed at all. Of course there were added quirks to his personality that were previously undiscovered or that had not had a chance to show in his earlier circumstances, but he was still just as kind, generous, and fun loving as ever before. He had transitioned from rags to riches with only his situation changing, rather than his spirit.
Han vowed that he would continue his efforts with the adoption agency. If the children on the streets had half the soul of this little boy, any couple would jump at the chance to welcome them into their family. No matter what, they deserved a chance.
They trekked into the rising sun, and as they saw Ty smiling and covering his eyes from the blinding glare, Han and Leia hoped that their son would turn out to be just like the boy from the streets.