Summary: Owen considers what to tell Luke about his parents.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars and I'm not making any money. Bah! Humbug!
This is just another one that I got the idea for...I think I need to stop writing sad stories, but my humor ones all suck. If you have any ideas for me, lemme know: email@example.com
Dedicated to Katie, for reviewing.
"Uncle Owen?" four-year-old Luke Skywalker asked his the strong man. Owen was outside, examining his moisture farm's equipment after the recent storm. The last few years had been hard on Owen. He was turning into a short-tempered, angry person.
"What is it, Lukie?" He answered, not bothering to look up.
"Why don't I have a Mommy and a Daddy? Biggs have them. Why do I not have them?" Luke was confused by his entire family set-up. He had an aunt and uncle who took care of him, but who weren't really his aunt and uncle. He loved them both very much, as much as if they were his own parents, but mommies and daddies were supposed to be with their kids.
Owen had always worried about the day that Luke would ask about his parents, but guessed that it would come when Luke was a bit older. Now, Owen had no idea of what to say to the little boy. Maybe, he thought, Luke would forget about it. It was foolish to think that Luke would never ask that question again, but Owen had to speak to his wife about it. Obi-Wan hadn't instructed Owen on what to tell Luke when the time came, and Owen always imagined that Luke would ask when he was nearing his teens. They'd have a long talk and Luke would accept whatever Owen told him.
"Luke, Luke, did you see that? I thought that I saw some Sand people! Let's go inside!" One good thing about children, Owen grinned to himself, was that they could be distracted easily. He scooped Luke into his arms and strode inside.
"Owen, I don't know either. We certainly can't tell him the truth when he's four, but I don't want to tell a bold-faced lie to a four-year-old boy." Beru was one of those people who could be nothing but kind. She was a lot like Amidala, and that was one of the reasons that Obi-Wan decided to give her to the Lars'. "He's going to find out one day, you know."
"I know it. But I don't know if want to be the one that tells him. We can't tell him now. It's going to upset him when he's older, but it'll work for now."
Beru nodded. "He deserves better. Not better than us, better than the whole mess of a galaxy he was born into. I wish there was some way that we could make it all better for him."
"We don't make it better, Beru. We make it *easier*."
"Why don't I have a mommy and daddy?" Luke repeated the question one evening, a few days later. He and Owen were admiring the beautiful, clear sky from Luke's bedroom window. Owen held him in his arms. The two of them both loved to admire the stars every night. Luke knew where almost all the stars were.
"Luke, everyone has a mommy and daddy. But sometimes, they aren't always around where you can see them." There sure were a lot of stars out that night.
"Where they at?"
"Your daddy, he's up there, with the stars. He died about the time you were born, and when people die, they become stars."
"Of course! What did you think that stars were? When new stars come up, that means that someone else died. But their stars stay in the sky forever."
Luke shook his head, bouncing his blonde hair. "No. Shooting stars. They disappear. And then go away. 'Cause they burn out." Luke was an intelligent boy.
"That's true, Lukie. They go away. Only certain, special stars become shooting stars. Those are the stars that live in us forever, so they aren't really gone. Whenever you see a shooting star, you can make a wish. But you can't ever tell anyone what it is, okay? And if you make a wish on a star, it will come true someday."
Luke nodded this time. He turned his head quickly to the left and got a strange look on his face, as if he was concentrating on something. Tears filled his blue eyes, and he wiped them with his sleeve. Owen tried not to notice. He just took it into consideration that Jedi children were a bit more perceptive than the average child.
"Hey, look, Lukie. There's a new star up there right now. I don't think it was there a minute ago. Was it?"
"No. It's a new star."
"Wow, look at it. It's so beautiful and bright. You can make wishes on new stars, too. Make a wish, Lukie. Quick!" Owen brushed Luke's blonde locks away from his face.
"I did." The boy wasn't sure why, but he felt sad. Something about that star in the sky...something had gone away from the galaxy, but it still was around. And it would always be there, watching over him. Luke wished that one day, he would be able to talk to his mommy and daddy, to tell them how much he loved them.
Owen picked Luke up and swung him away from the window. "Well, I think it's time for you to go to bed. It's past time, actually. Does this answer all of your questions, Luke?"
"Yes, Uncle. Thanks."
As he tucked him in bed, "No problem." Owen stood to leave the room when Luke spoke up again.
"What, Lukie?" Owen hoped against hope that Luke wasn't going to ask about his mother. Owen didn't know if she was truly dead yet. She probably was, even being strongly protected. Things were horrible, but Luke didn't have to know all about that just yet.
"I love you."
"I love you, too. Go to sleep." He turned the lights off, and Luke shut his eyes. For a few moments, he shifted uncomfortably on his tiny sleeping pallet. Then, he drifted into a deep, deep sleep.
"And mommy, in the sky, I love you too," Luke said in the darkness,
as the new star raced across the sky.