Anakin Solo (anakinsolo) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-09-05 20:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, anakin solo, han solo |
LOG; Anakin & Han Solo
Who: Han & Anakin Solo
When: Friday morning, September 5
Where: SWORD Medical
What: Father & Son :]
Rating: Low
Status: COMPLETE.
Anakin hadn’t sat this still for this long for a really long time. But now he’d had two days of a Jedi healing trance, and a full afternoon of sitting in a bed at SWORD medical waiting for test results. And while everyone had been nice enough the truth was he was restless. His Uncle Luke had given him enough information for him to know that he didn’t want to keep sitting here, but while he probably could have overpowered the medical staff easily enough and he was feeling a lot better, he had a suspicion that his Uncle and possibly his parents that weren’t his parents yet would hear about it. It was enough to keep him in the medical room for the time being, although if they didn’t clear him soon... He sighed, winced at the brief shot of pain that ran through his still tender abdomen at the motion of it. The waiting was going to make him go quite mad. It gave him way too much time to think about what he’d left behind at home and worry about what was happening with his team, with the Yuuzhan Vong, with his galaxy. He closed his eyes and was ready to reach inward to tap into that patient Jedi calm center that was probably going to be the only way to keep sanity throughout this process when he realized that his father was near-by. Really near-by, unless Anakin was really mistaken. Han had learned a lot in the past two weeks. That complete strangers knew more about what happened to him after what he knew happened on Cloud City had been surprising, and yet he'd managed the situation to his advantage. But knowing bits of his future, that he married, became reasonably respectable, and raised three children, hadn't exactly prepared him for the appearance of that future in this life. It was one of those situations in which knowledge of the situation hadn't really prepared him to better handle the situation. As he entered the room at SWORD medical, he hesitated near the door. He knew the impulse to visit his not-yet son was the right one, but now that he was here, he didn't know what he was meant to do. He had no expertise in healing, an area better handled by Luke, and despite future evidence to the contrary, he wasn't a parent. He was -- well, at the moment, he wouldn't have been able to really say what he was. He took a seat in one of the chairs nearest the bed. "Hey, kid," he said, softly. "Looks like you ended up on the wrong side of a gundark…" Anakin watched his father enter the room and he couldn’t help but stare a little bit. Uncle Luke had said both his Mom and his Dad were younger, but knowing that and then seeing his Dad walk in looking for all the world like holos he’d seen of him way before he or Jaina or Jacen were born was a little bit surreal. The past few years had been rocky between him and his father ever since Sernpidal and it was weird for Anakin to realise that this Han Solo wouldn’t have lived through that, or even have any knowledge of it - or maybe he did at least know about it. There were books, after all. Anakin’s musings were cut short by Han’s voice, which had not apparently changed at all in the past 20 odd years. He pushed back the sudden rush of emotion the ‘hey, kid’ brought with it and instead managed a cocky Solo smile. “Yuuzhan Vong, but who’s keeping track?” He supposed the response to that might tell him how much Han knew about the future. He then shrugged, and promptly wished he hadn’t been so cavalier about doing so. “Did you know they don’t have bacta here. If I weren’t a Jedi, or if Uncle Luke hadn’t been here I’m pretty sure I’d be in this bed for a month. Can you imagine?” Yuuzhan Vong? The name definitely wasn't familiar to him, but it sounded dangerous. "I stopped keep track ages ago." Han shook his head, looking at Anakin. It was difficult to imagine that this was his son. In a few years, he'd marry Leia, and then… He hadn't exactly delved into their lives after the battle of Endor. He wanted that part of his life to be a surprise - but now… He didn't know what to expect from the future, and it had shown up on his doorstep. "You'd be surprised what they don't have here… I keep thinking I'm going to wake up tomorrow and have the Falcon back." He paused, wondering if his ship managed to survive the war. He had seen it at the end of the battle of Endor, but he knew, too, that the end of the films hadn't marked the end of the war for the galaxy. "But nevermind that. I knew Luke would be good for something, and look at this, you're a Jedi? I suppose you got that from your mother's side…" “Yeah, wow. I can’t even imagine you without the Falcon,” he admitted, leaning back on his pillow carefully, although trying to be casual about the movement. It was difficult to be completely casual when the muscles still protested most movements, but he didn’t really want his Dad to think him unable to take what was, especially relative to what he’d been experiencing on the Yuuzhan Vong worldship, only a mild discomfort. “But I am Jedi Knight Anakin Solo at your service,” and he flashed a grin at Han that made it incredibly obvious how proud he was of that fact. “I did the academy, then worked with Uncle Luke directly for a while, and I’ve been leading my own teams recently. I don’t think a Skywalker descendent gets away without some Force sensitivity. At least they haven’t yet. “But,” Anakin decided to just address the bantha in the room. “This is so weird. Have you even blown up the Death Star yet? Uncle Luke said you and mom aren’t married here… What should I call you? Dad? Han?” Anakin tried to imagine what it would be like if he ended up in some future world where he was brought face to face with his son and was told that he’d married Tahiri - an idea he had to admit he rather liked - without any knowledge of how he got there. “This has got to be pretty weird for you too.” Han did his best not to look worried when Anakin moved. The boy seemed to have grown into a very capable young Jedi, if everything he said was true, and he definitely didn't need a not-yet parent fussing over him. And yet, yea, Han could admit that he was worried. But he couldn't not smile when Anakin seemed unafraid to approach what was obviously different between them. "Yea, weird doesn't begin to cover it… I'm still not sure how all of this happens… happened?" He didn't know the tense for an event which had yet to occur and yet had already occurred. There probably wasn't one. "Usually, you get together, and then have kids, but the universe's got us all mixed up… Your mom wouldn't even admit that she liked me until about two weeks ago my time." His smile only widened at the memory. "But for her, it's been a lot longer…" "I don't know, kid." He leaned forward to rest his chin on his hands. "It's weird, but it's not like we haven't handled anything weirder. And maybe I'm not your dad yet, or a dad, even, but I love your mother, and if this is the future… Well, if this is my future, I must have done something right in the universe." Anakin wondered when his mom was from if it had been longer for her. Was she closer to when they’d actually gotten married? He’d just have to ask her he supposed, when he finally got out of this bed and started trying to figure out what normal life would be. His thoughts were stopped by his Dad’s words - that he’d done something right in the universe. Somehow everything with his Dad had been so complicated recently that he hadn’t realized how much he’d hoped that he hadn’t completely messed things up between them forever. Anakin didn’t know what the future would hold back at home - yet at any rate - but the Han Solo sitting in front of him seemed to think he might be all right and Anakin decided he’d take it. “Then I’ll call you Dad, if you don’t mind.” Anakin offered him a cocky grin. “I mean, obviously you created me, so you definitely did something right in the universe.” "Okay, junior. But I draw the line at old man." He matched his son's cocky grin, realizing that, yea, this was his reality now. And, like he'd said, it could have been weirder. He could be having a conversation with his not-yet father-in-law right now. That last conversation with Vader hadn't exactly been a welcome-to-the-family speech. He looked around the room as he tried to shake off memories of what was definitely the distant past for Anakin. This universe seemed to exist somewhere on the edge of what he knew and what seemed completely foreign, and that distinction was only further emphasized in their medical equipment. "So, how long have you got stuck in this bed? Or haven't they decided yet?" “I’ll hold out on it for some time when I’m really angry at you,” Anakin grinned at his Dad. This was weird, but it wasn’t completely distasteful. If anything it was kind of cool to see his Dad… this age. He’d wrap his head around it more completely when he was alone again, like he always did, but he welcomed the idea of something to think about that wasn’t worrying about his siblings and his friends back at home. He wrinkled up his nose. “They told me this morning another few days, but I’m going to try another healing trance this afternoon and see if I can’t finish the job and get out of here sooner. I’m already a lot better than I was when I got here, thanks to Uncle Luke getting me started. Plus, the time passes more quickly that way, and staring at the ceiling for another hour may make me certifiably insane.” Han almost laughed at that. He couldn't imagine himself being cooped up in this room, especially not at Anakin's age. He shook his head. "Well, when you get out here, we've got some catchin' up to do. I could… " He considered what he knew of this universe for a moment and what he might done with a son back home. The ideas that immediately came to mind - like flight simulations - weren't exactly compatible to this universe. Sure, they had airplanes, but that wasn't the same as the Falcon. Clouds were a galaxy away from starlines. He did laugh this time. "Guess I could teach you poker. I don't know if your mom'd be okay with that though… It's not exactly kid-friendly." “I’m not exactly a kid,” Anakin pointed out. In more peaceful times maybe he would have been allowed the luxury, or frustration as Anakin would have thought of it, of extending his childhood. But in the middle of a galactic war Anakin had been on missions, led them -- being a kid wasn’t something he thought of himself as being even if he was the youngest Solo. But more importantly he wanted to be taught poker - whatever it was - by his Dad who wasn’t exactly his Dad because if he wasn’t going to be fighting the Yuuzhan Vong he’d have to do something else and there were far worse things to do with one’s time than spend it with his parents. |