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Summary: Luke tells his son, Owen, the story of how he fell in love with his mother and the evil that took her away from Luke and Owen. R/R.

Broken Wings

Chapter 2

Hermione was really getting irritated. Two days after she arrived at her home was when it started. Everywhere she went it seemed, Luke was right there. When she would go for a run, he would join her. Working on her saber techniques, there he was again.

"What's wrong honey?" Corrianna, Hermione's former nanny, asked as she sat beside Hermione at the edge of the fountain in the backyard.

"Luke Skywalker," Hermione answered with a scowl.

"He's quite handsome," Corrianna said.

"Yeah, but he's arrogant," Hermione replied.

"What do you mean?" Corrianna questioned.

"Corri, he's smothering me. For the past two weeks he's been following me. When he's not following me, he's getting me gifts and leaving them in my room," Hermione sighed.

Corrianna just grinned as her former charge jumped to her feet and began pacing. "Sounds like he wants to impress you," Corrianna smiled.

"If he wants to impress me, he should just be himself. I mean, I get that he's a hero of the Rebellion and training to be a Jedi. I can't stand men who try to be something they're not," Hermione pointed out.

"Honey, Luke comes from a very backwater planet. From what I've heard about Tatooine, it's nothing but moisture farms and space ports. Now that he's joined the Rebellion, he's living for the first time. Not to mention discovering he's a Jedi," Corrianna replied.

"That's no excuse Corrianna," Hermione said and sat back down.

"If he's smothering you, you should tell him," Corrianna stated.

"Every time I try, he interrupts or has to go practice his piloting skills," Hermione groaned.

"Then I don't know how to help you my child," Corrianna laughed.

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Leia and Han were walking through the lavish gardens at Hermione's home. Han couldn't help but notice how calm Leia seemed being around all the different blossoms in the gardens.

"You seem happy here," he commented.

"Karythia reminds me a lot of Alderran. The peaceful culture, the relaxing atmosphere, and just the feeling of life all around you. The plants, the flowers, even the animals," she smiled as she smelled a yellow flower.

"It is peaceful here. I'm surprised the Empire hasn't taken over," he said.

"There's no reason for them to. There's nothing here the Empire would profit from," she replied.

The moved to sit on a stone bench. "So, how do you think Luke is doing with Hermione?" he asked.

"Poor Luke. He's trying too hard," she answered.

"I give him another two weeks before she snaps,"

"I don't think so Solo. I give her a week,"

"Care to make an official wager on that your highness?"

"You're on Solo. If you win, I'll clean the kitchen on the FALCON,"

"If you win I'll…what do you want should you win?"

Leia sat there thinking for a moment. She soon got a sneaky smile on her face. "When I win, you have to give me a back rub every night for a week,"

Han paused for only a moment. "You've got yourself a wager Princess,"

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Lyraitha smiled as she watched her daughter storm off upstairs. A few moments later, Luke entered the kitchen and sat at the bar. She poured him a glass of water and sat it in front of him.

"What's on your mind Luke?" she questioned.

"I'm fine Lyraitha," he smiled softly.

"Luke, I'm going to give you a piece of advice. Hermione is not like most women. She doesn't go for men who try to be something they're not. She prefers for men to be genuine," she said.

Luke simply nodded and sipped his water, his mind going over what Lyraitha had just told him. 'I want to be myself, but how could Hermione like me? I'm just a moisture farmer from a primitive planet,' he thought.

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In his study, Gareth sat at his desk. He sighed as he leaned back in his chair. When he first met Luke, he immediately knew who he was. It was hard not to see the resemblance between Luke and his father, Anakin Skywalker.

Gareth had been a Padawan learner when Anakin joined the order. He remembered how quickly Anakin had picked up the Jedi skills. At the time, Anakin had turned and joined the Sith, Gareth had been here on Karythia recovering from a battle wound.

When word reached him, he couldn't believe it. It wasn't until years later he had found out what happened. Hermione was one and he had gone to Tatooine for parts for his ship. There, he ran into Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan told him everything, except about Anakin having children. Seeing Luke, there was no denying he was the son of Anakin Skywalker and Senator Padme Amidala. After all, she was the only woman Gareth had seen Anakin spending any time with. That and Luke had a few of her character traits as well.

'I doubt Luke even knows about his parentage. As much as I want to tell him, it's not my place,' he thought with a heavy sigh.

Like his father, Luke was a fast learner in the ways of the Force. Also like his father, Luke had very little patience with some things. He just hoped that Luke learned patience, something Anakin never learned.

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For the next week the tension in the Granger household was growing thicker. Gareth, Lyraitha, Leia, and Han watched in silent humor. The four waiting for the tension to hit its peak. And hit it did.

Luke, Leia, Han, Gareth, Lyraitha were sitting on the back patio enjoying the peaceful evening. Suddenly, a cry came from upstairs. The four looked toward the stairs where a very flustered Hermione was descending them two at a time. She stormed straight to Luke who was leaning back in his chair, which was resting on two legs.

"Did you like your flowers?" Luke smiled, mistaking her flustered state for one of happiness.

BANG! Luke and his chair now lay on the patio floor flat on his back. He groaned as he reached up and covered his left eye that Hermione had just punched. With his one good eye, he looked up to see a very angry Hermione standing over him.

Leia leaned over and whispered to Han, "You owe me a week's worth of back rubs flyboy," Han just scowled at her, but deep down he was looking forward to those night alone.

"You are the most arrogant, self centered, pompous boy I have ever met!" Hermione yelled.

"Hermione, what did I…" Luke started to ask.

"What did you do? I'll tell you! You're smothering me Skywalker! I know you're the hero of the Rebellion, but to me you're a boy playing at being a man! If you're a man try acting like it! I hate guys who are fake! You, Luke Skywalker, are the most false person I have ever met! I'm sick of you following my every move! The gifts every day! 4 dozen flowers covering my room! You are lucky I don't blast you into the next system!" she roared.

With those final words, Hermione turned on her heel and stomped back into the house. Unable to hold back, Han began laughing as he helped Luke to his feet once more.

"Kid, you sure have a way with women," Han grinned.

"I thought women liked flowers and gifts?" Luke wondered as he sat back in his chair.

"Luke, Hermione isn't most women. She wants a guys who's real, not pretending to be something they're not," Leia giggled.

Luke knew he messed things up with Hermione. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed as he wished he had listened to Han and Lyraitha from the beginning. He only hoped he could fix things with Hermione. Give her the chance to get to know the real Luke Skywalker.