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11: The Mistake

XI: The Mistake

Oh, how he wanted this to last forever. His lips were soft and the kiss was something like he never experienced. It hit him. They were kissing. Fake Han wrapped his arms around Luke's neck. He deepened the kiss, it became more passionate, it felt fake but real all at once. He pulled away instantly. "This is wrong, you just got married." Luke sad firmly. Han smiled at him. Luke studied for a moment, he was lost in the moment, just for a few seconds – but that smile. It didn't belong to Han. One corner of his mouth was raised, like a snake. Like Evaan.

"I know it's you Evaan," he said, reaching for his lightsaber. Fake Han froze in his position. He turned on the weapon and spoke to Leia. "Should I really cut off his arm?"

"Well, what is Fake Han's reaction?"

He looked up. Fake Han was furious.

–

Evaan kicked down the chair and screamed. "NO! HOW DID HE FIND OUT? NO!" she punched the wall. Meanwhile, the Real Han was in serious pain. He heard the whole conversation. Every conversation. She then controlled Fake Han to attack Luke, the Jedi dodged the punches that were thrown at him, Luke gripped Fake Han's wrist and slipped off the tracking watch. Fake Han looked worried now, he tried reaching for the young Jedi but Luke was too fast and smart for a clone of his friend.

He took a deep breath, before stabbing his lightsaber into Fake Han's chest. The Real Han smiled, his body getting weaker each day, that Palpatine guy had zapped him with lightning a couple of times now. He needed help, hoping that Luke could get here in time.

The Fake Han was dead, Evaan's screens were off. She screamed louder in anger. She turned to the Real Han and smiled crazily. He groaned, managing to make himself stand.

"What?" he snapped, his throat dry.

"Maybe, I can kill you first - then the Jedi is next."

"Don't hurt Luke!" he cried. She laughed, "oh how cute," she gets out a knife, he struggled through the ropes, breathing heavily.

–

Luke took off his suit and ran over to the Falcon, Chewie was waiting. "Leia," he said panting "I killed Fake Han...scan the body for any other hints of something. I'll meet you back here, I'll get Han, I promise."

"May the Force be with you." she told him, holding herself as the guests gasped as the groom just died from his brother-in-law. Luke and Chewbacca drove the ship, analysing the coordinates of the watch. His heart was racing.

"I'm coming Han..." he said, as they drove off in hyperspace, following the map to the remains of the Death Star.

–

A pool of blood was dripping on the floor, he sure was going to die here. He winced in pain, he was so weak... "Luke," he mumbled, hoping there was still time.

–

They landed on some sort of wreckage under a cave. It was really deep. Chewbacca got out his grappling hook and took Luke by the waist, he threw the rope and it landed somewhere, they carefully descended down into darkness. Luke reached for his lightsaber, proving a bit of light, he heard distant screaming. Han. He heard lightning, he was being electrocuted.

They reeled down faster and faster, reaching the bottom of the cave. "Han?" he called, Chewbacca roared. They heard laughing, they followed the sound. Water was dripping from above, Luke ran ahead of Chewie, finding himself face-to-face with the emperor.