Time-travel AU Han, Jacen, Jaina Story is complete! I have not posted a story on this site for well over ten years! Maybe even fifteen years! Here is one I wrote not that long ago, so I will put it up here (even though I have to fix some swear words within the story to make this site happy) I'd love to post my other new story here, Fame and Fortune, but it breaks way too many 'rules' on this site! _____ Hide and Seek "Mom, please? Jacen begged, tugging on Leia's skirt. "We'll behave!" "We promise," Jaina added, almost jumping up and down in anticipation. Leia sighed, and looked over at her amused husband. "I wouldn't be opposed to this if Chewie were going with you." "Chewie's on Kashyyyk," Jaina pointed out, like she was telling her mother something she didn't already know. The Corellian grinned at his overly worried wife. "So, you're sayin' you only trust me with our kids if I have the supervision of either a Wookiee or your Jedi brother?" "You know I trust you," Leia said, looking back down at their eight-year-old twins. "But you know our kids, too. They're a lot like you when it comes to finding trouble." "Not sure if that's an insult or a compliment, Sweetheart," Han replied. "It's just a quick trip around Coruscant to test out my new shields. The Falcon is in great shape, and everything is in perfect workin' order. I can't see where there will be a problem." "Famous last words," Leia returned, still looking at Jacen and Jaina. "These are my rules if you want to take a little ride with your father on the Falcon." "Anything, Mom!" Jaina said, pleased they had worn her down and were finally getting their way. Double-team nagging was usually quite effective with either parent. It was far less effective with Uncle Luke or Chewie. "You obey your Father." "We always do that," Jacen said, pouting a bit while ignoring Han's snort of laughter. "You keep your hands off all of the controls," Leia continued. "You sit on your hands, if necessary." "Yes, Mom," Jaina agreed. "We won't touch anything." "You also wear your restraints the entire time," Leia finished up. Jacen and Jaina threw their arms around Leia's waist, hugging her tightly. "Thanks, Mom!" they both shouted simultaneously. "Yeah, thanks Mom," Han added with a laugh. "I promise I won't lose them." Han gave her a quick kiss before adding, "And if I do lose 'em, I'll keep lookin' until I find them again." Leia gave Han a mock glare. "You'd better not come home without two, undamaged eight-year-old twins." "So, they gotta be ours, right?" He ducked away from her stomach punch, and waved toward the doorway. "Come on you two, short terrors. Time for a quick hop around the planet." "Be careful!" Leia's voice called out as the doorway slipped shut behind them. _____ "Can we jump into hyperspace for a little trip?" Jaina asked from the navigator's seat as the sparkling City-Planet moved far below the viewscreen. Han's eyes were busy noting the readings of his newly installed shields, nodding to himself in approval as the numbers showed they were online and working correctly. "We love hyperspace," Jacen said, sitting in Chewie's co-pilot's chair. "Mom won't care." "Your mom will care," Han said, still checking the shield strength. "We said just a quick trip around the planet, and right back again. Hyperspace was not in the agreement." Jacen gave his sister a quick glance, and they both wondered if they could try to give their father a little Force-nudge so he'd agree to a fast hyperspace hop. It was something both Uncle Luke and their mother told them never to attempt with their father, and they knew they'd get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out. Han spun his seat around to face his daughter. "Don't even think about tryin' it." "Trying what?" Jaina asked, eyes wide. Uncle Luke had always warned the twins that the Force couldn't influence anyone with a strong will. Their father was one of the strongest willed being they knew - with or without the Force. Han wagged his finger in Jaina's face. "Usin' the Force on my mind. It ain't gonna work." "Jacen was the one that thought about it," Jaina hurriedly said. "JAINA!" Jacen yelled. "You were thinking it, too!" "We wouldn't really have tried it, Dad," Jaina said. "Really, truly." Han shook his head and turned back to face the viewport. "I don't know what I'm gonna do with you two." "And Anakin," Jacen added. "He's got the Force, too. You're really out-numbered, Dad." "Tell me about it," Han groused. "Good thing I love you, so I guess I'll keep you." Jacen reached over and patted Han's knee. "We love you, too, Dad." "Glad to hear it," Han said with a smirk. "We're coming up to our atmosphere re-entry window, so make sure you're still strapped in tight." The words had barely left his mouth when a blindingly bright flash lit up the cockpit, forcing Han and the twins to shut their eyes. Han blinked, trying to clear the colorful spots from his vision. "Damn, that was like a million holo-flashes going off in our faces at the same time." Worriedly, he gazed down at the controls. "Everything seems to be working fine, though. I wonder what the hells that bright light was?" "That's two credits you have to put in the swear jar when we get home," Jaina said, primly pointing out her father's language. A voice came through the communicator. "Unidentified ship. You have entered Coruscant airspace without proper landing codes. Please identify yourself." Frowning, Han leaned closer to the communication panel. "Flight control, this is the Millennium Falcon. I have already transmitted the take-off and landing codes, and you cleared us five minutes ago for re-entry and landing." "Millennium Falcon, I have no record of your codes. Please resubmit and wait for proper clearance and a docking location." "What the kriff?" Han muttered in disgust. How did this Controller not know who he was? Or that the Millennium Falcon had its own personal docking space next to the fancy apartment building where the leader of the New Republic lived with her family? "That's three credits, Dad," Jacen said, grinning. "Control, this is the Millennium Falcon. My name is Han Solo. General Han Solo. You know, the guy that's married to Chief of State Organa-Solo?" The Controller was silent for a moment, then responded, "Sorry, I've never heard of General Han Solo, or Chief of State Organa-Solo. But I am giving you clearance to land on docking bay 3924, and I am transmitting the proper codes to the appropriate space port. Do not deviate from these coordinates, or I will be forced to send up an armed escort." "What? Did you hit your head this morning an' wake up with amnesia?" Han practically shouted at the Controller. "Or are you just a kriffin' idiot?" "Dad?" Jaina said quietly. "What?" "Something's wrong." "Ya think?" Han muttered in disgust. "I'm just heading down to my regular dock, and to hells with him." "Dad?" Han sighed. "I know, Jaina. I owe the cussin' jar five credits now." "It's not that," Jaina said. "Things feel different. A lot different." Han spun back around to face Jaina. "How?" "Like ... I feel a lot of Force-sensitives on the planet. They weren't there before we left." "And I don't feel Mom or Anakin anymore," Jacen put in worriedly. That statement concerned Han more than anything else that had just occurred. He turned back and looked at the codes the Controller was transmitting. It wasn't a sequence he recognized the Coruscant Space Control used. In fact, the Falcon's computer was having a hard time deciphering the numbers. Finally, the computer gave a garbled translation, which indicated the landing code was old. Very, very old. In fact, according the Falcon's computer, it was now 42 BBY, well before the Clone Wars. It simply wasn't possible.