For Cal

[hisfathersimage]

It was two months after Endor.

A perfectly normal (for him) night's sleep was interrupted. It was like a mental hiccup, or a system reboot. He wasn't aware of anything and then-

The bond snapped into place before he gained awareness. It was old and young and familiar, a previously cautious candlelight that felt closer to a hearthfire now, tempered and warming and clear. The memories rushed back as he woke, sitting up with a choked gasp and a flare of Force awareness and anxiety bright enough that he felt Leia awaken on the otherside of the system with it.

He couldn't explain to her. To anyone. All he could do was throw on clothes as he went, grabbing the bare necessities and choking out something about 'Jedi business, another Jedi, I can feel him' before he was loading up R2 and the X-Wing.

Outer Rim.

He went to Botajef. Intersection of major hyperspace lanes. Near Dathomir, near Yavin, it felt significant and right.

And once he was there, he set himself outside of the main city and he reached out, along the bond and just in general, because he knows the bond is good, but at the same time, he isn't confident about it.

Cal Kestis. I'm here. I know you.

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[bunchofscrewups]

"I want a lot of different things. I don't think I can have them all at once." He burrows his nose into Luke's hair with a quiet sigh. "If you're getting breakfast I'm coming with."

[hisfathersimage]

"If we get food now, we can stock up for the day and not have to get dressed or out of bed until tomorrow," he suggests.

[bunchofscrewups]

Another moment or two passes as he thinks about it, and then:

"Okay, you've convinced me."

And before he can chance his mind, he rolls over onto his back, throws the covers off himself and swings his legs over the side of the bed to sit up.

[hisfathersimage]

Luke flops to the side as Cal gets up, taking a moment to stretch again luxuriously. Then he starts making the same concerted effort to actually get up and ready to go out, even just briefly.

[bunchofscrewups]

Once they're both sitting up, Cal turns enough to be able to watch Luke. The tufts of hair sticking out behind his ears, the way his muscles move as he stretches, how his back curves in a way that makes Cal want to immediately grab him and pull him back down to lavish it with attention.

But he can do that later. With great effort, he makes himself stand up, and brushes a hand through his hair to get rid of most of the bed head.

[hisfathersimage]

It takes a few moments to pick out clothes that were somewhat scattered about, work out where his boots had ended up and then try and get his hair into some kind of order. His lightsaber is called to hand with an absent thought and hung on his belt while he looks for the identity papers he was currently using and the credit line attached to it.

And once he's found it all, he watches Cal for however long it takes him to catch up to the same state of readiness.

[bunchofscrewups]

His clothes are in about the same state, and the moment he grabs the first piece - his shirt - he thinks about the fact that they are very gross and they never sent them to get cleaned. And he badly needs a change.

So as soon as he's dressed and armed and turns to check on Luke, he says:

"I'd like to stop by my ship first."

[hisfathersimage]

They totally got distracted by more interesting things.

"Yeah. That's fair. I had a chance to move stuff in here, you didn't. Ship, food square? Then back here?" he's slready stepping forward, hands coming up to finger comb Cal's hair into something like brushed.

[bunchofscrewups]

He nods, then tilts his head down just slightly for Luke to see better.

"Sounds good."

As soon as Luke is done with his hair, he offers him a hand before stepping out of the room. BD-1 is on him in an instant, running over to clamber up his back with beeping that is somehow both excited and reproachful at once.

[hisfathersimage]

Luke gives a nod of approval at Cal's hair and twines their fingers together as they step out.

BD might be excited, but Artoo is notably ignoring Luke, grumbling to himself and refusing to look at the pair of them as he rolls over. Luke smothers his laugh at the antics and just pats the dome fondly. "Yes, I know, we're terrible biologicals, abandoning you for a whole night to ourselves."

Artoo's noise suggests that he knows full well it won't be the one night.

[bunchofscrewups]

"You're right, Artoo. It'll be as many nights to ourselves as we can steal."

BD is far from as grumbly about it, but he makes a quiet beep of protest. Cal can't blame him too much. For so long, it's only really been the two of them. Of course, there have been many others, too, but for the past decade or so, they've been the only two left at the end of the day.

[hisfathersimage]

Whereas Artoo had never really had to share Luke before. Not since Yavin. Whoever else came and went and was there or had other missions, Artoo was always attached to Luke and his X-Wing.

"You're just going to have to learn to share," Luke pointed out. "It's not like you're being replaced, but Cal's special and he's not going anywhere, okay? Not unless he wants to." His hand rubs over the dome again. "I don't get jealous of Threepio, do I?"

Artoo's sound suggested that no, Luke didn't do that.

[bunchofscrewups]

So Artoo doesn't only have Luke but Threepio too. What a greedy little droid. Cal keeps that to himself, smiling widely to himself.

"Don't worry. Me and BD understand very well."

Not everyone would.

[hisfathersimage]

"See?" Luke still sounds just fond, rather than exasperated like he very easily could be. "And you and BD can complain about how disgusting us biological creatures are."

He starts walking again, keeping hold of Cal's hand and presuming everyone will keep up with him.

[bunchofscrewups]

Cal keeps up, of course, given the hand in his. BD-1 is, as always, happily along for the ride.

"I've often said to BD that I wish I were a droid. On days like this, for example, when I really should have changed clothes a couple of days ago."

And every time BD has rebuttals about how being a droid has some drawback in a similar vein to whatever Cal is complaining about at the time. So, as expected, BD points out that droids require maintenance too.

"I'm not so sure it feels the same, BD."

[hisfathersimage]

"Okay, cutting in here as the guy with a biological and mechanical parts, not comparable. We definitely need cleaning more often, you guys stay clean, barring external factors."

The hand holding Cal's tightens briefly, reflexively. "Maintenance is more like a medical."

[bunchofscrewups]

"Looks like I win our debate," Cal says with a grin, looking over his shoulder at BD-1. The rapid beeps of protest he gets in response only makes him laugh. "I am not biased! You and me have been together for twenty years, BD. Luke is simply the only one here with experience of both. I win."

[hisfathersimage]

"Sorry, buddy." Luke doesn't sound apologetic, but it's true, he's got the experience in both and the mechanical hand is much less trouble most of the time and certainly doesn't get sweaty, smelly and grimy like regular body parts do.

[bunchofscrewups]

There are a few more beeps of protest, but quieter, so Cal takes that as BD admitting defeat. He won't keep rubbing it in, anyway. They reach his ship not far after that, and he wastes no time heading inside to dig out fresher clothes. Fresher being the keyword, because at this point none of his clothes are particularly fresh.

[hisfathersimage]

It's surprisingly nice to just wander around hand in hand, and then to park himself outside and just watch people moving through the star port.

"Hey, aren't you-?"

"I'm not who you think I am," he replies without really thinking about it. The Force is just there, so close and so easy to touch and ask for some of its influence.

Artoo queries the ease with which Luke dismisses the curious onlooker, but he doesn't ask any further.

[bunchofscrewups]

Although Cal can't see or hear anything going on outside while he changes and packs a bag of clothes to potentially get cleaned, he does feel Luke using the Force. They're far too tightly connected for him not to.

It doesn't seem like immediate danger, but he hurries up a little and makes it out of the ship again a minute or so sooner than he might have otherwise.

"Everything okay?"

[hisfathersimage]

Luke's still relaxed, not worried by it all. He just looks as Cal approaches, already pressing soothing calm towards Cal over the bond. "It's okay, just a looky-loo who thought he recognised me."

It happens. He feels more confident about dealing with it since he's remembered everything.

[bunchofscrewups]

"If you're sure."

Everything definitely looks okay too. That helps. Cal wills some tension out of his body, his shoulders sinking just slightly, then he holds up his bag.

"I need to wash all of this before we leave the planet."

[hisfathersimage]

"We can chuck it in the laundry when we get back. If there's anything you need kept more private, we can manage in the bathroom."

They're rebels, they can manage some laundry, especially if it hasn't been on fire or soaked in blood.

Luke reaches out for Cal's hand again.

[bunchofscrewups]

"I don't think I have anything like that." He pauses for a second to think about it, as he takes Luke's hand. "I should probably check all my pockets, though."

Because, truthfully, he doesn't remember what he's left in them.