Summary: This is part of the Force Bond series, an AU where Vader raises a teenaged Luke, but is a complete story unto itself. It is set in between Force Bond 2 and 3, after 'Social Trials' and before 'Summer Accidents'.

Vader wants Luke to feel at home when he introduces his teenage son to his Mustafar residence for the first time, but is that possible in a grim fortress built on top of a lava flow? There are secrets within its walls that will challenge the trust they've both worked hard to build.

Background: Yes, it's been a while since I've added to this series (when fanfic writers say they'll post soon, a decade later still counts as soon), but ever since I read the 'Fortress Vader' comic arc, I've wanted to retcon Vader's Castle of Angst into the Force Bond series. It required some adjustments to every single fic, and I was lured into updating some other things that I always wanted to fix, but being under a nationwide lockdown for a month was exactly the kind of time I needed to finally get it done. In Force Bond 2, Vader realized he needed to wait to introduce his danger-prone son to Mustafar, but by the time Force Bond 3 occurs, Luke is happily visiting when he doesn't need to be on Coruscant. So this fic fills the gap between those two points in time.

If you've read the Fortress Vader arc, you'll see I reference some of the events from that story here, but it's not needed to understand this story. I also took some inspiration from the Vader Immortal VR game (itself inspired by Fortress Vader).

There are six chapters in total and I'll update weekly. It's also on AO3 if you prefer to read there (I'm kittandchips there as well). Thanks to everyone who has supported this fic series over the years.

Mustafar Weekend

Chapter 1

Luke Skywalker looked up as a sleek grey snub-fighter flew into the palace hangar, going a little too fast, yet still making the sharp turn needed to land in the space between the TIE Advanced and the Lambda class shuttle. His father always made an entrance, even in the air. He smiled to himself as he walked over to say hello, seeing Artoo popping out of the astromech socket.

"Hey, buddy," he said, crouching down as Artoo came rolling over to greet him. "My father take you for a ride, huh?"

Artoo beeped and chirped and Luke frowned in confusion. "Slow down. You know I'm still learning. Did you say … something about a surprise? A good surprise, I hope."

The droid made another series of chirps, but Luke was distracted by his father's approach. He straightened up, spinning the spanner around between his fingers.

"Hey. Been anywhere interesting?"

"That depends on one's point of view," his father said. He glanced down, clearly taking note of his greasy coveralls, and then said, "Are you working on the V-38 engine?"

"Yeah, just trying to fix that issue with the duct," Luke said, walking over. "I think the previous owners took shortcuts with it and it shows. So I thought I might try replacing it with an X-type duct, if I can adapt the connectors to fit. I might need you to have a look at the regulator circuits though because I can't make sense of those things. It's like it fell apart and they put it back together while blind-folded."

His father followed him to the area where the speeder's front access hatch was raised and the vehicle was hoisted off the floor. But he didn't immediately look at the engine as would normally be the case. He looked between the empty parking space beside the V-38 to the other side of the hangar bay, where the sleek black lines of the Narglatch Airtech Z-35 rested beside a restored classic.

Luke followed his father's gaze and then quickly gestured at the engine. "So what do you think of the way this cooling line is attached below the fuel efficiency circuit. Is that how it's supposed to be?"

His father remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Wasn't the Z-35 parked over here this morning?"

"Um …" Luke began fidgeting with the spanner again. "Well. See, here's the thing. I needed the space to work on the V-38. I didn't want to accidentally scratch the surface on that thing. I know it's your favourite speeder right now. So I found the keys in the locker and I got Threepio just to shift it over there. Out of the way, where it's safe. Just me taking precautions."

His father had been watching him during this speech, unnervingly still and silent, apart from the respirator. Finally, just as the silence began to feel awkward, he said, "You worry me, Son."

"Huh? Why?"

"One day, you may find yourself in a dire situation due to your complete inability to lie convincingly."

Luke smirked, and then tucked the spanner under his arm and made a show of writing a note on his hand. "Note to self. Get better at lying convincingly to my father."

"I wouldn't recommend it, young one."

His father didn't move a finger, and kept his gaze focused directly on him, but Luke felt the urge to step sideways. A fusion cutter sailed past, barely missing a collision with the seat of his coveralls. It would have if he hadn't moved. He quickly raised his hands and dropped the smirk. "I only used the repulsors. I didn't even turn on the engine."

"Fortunate. For if that speeder had left the ground—"

"Okay, okay, I know." Luke released a weary sigh and looked down.

Then he was surprised by the feel of his father's hand on his shoulder, prompting him to look up.

"Patience. You won't always be so young. In fact, I believe you will soon be another year older."

Luke smiled, warmed by his sense of his father's affection.

"Yes, fourteen. Only one more year until I can get my license, right?"

"Perhaps." His father let his hand drop, and Luke turned back to fiddle with the engine.

"Artoo mentioned a surprise," Luke asked. "A good surprise? Or is it just about some Empire Day thing?"

"There is a four day weekend for the celebration this year. I thought you might like to come for a trip with me."

Luke looked up in interest. "You mean … a hyperspace trip?"

"Yes. To the Outer Rim."

"Wow, that would be great! There are so many places I want to see. And then could we go even further and see the unknown regions."

"I was thinking more of you visiting a single planet with me."

"Which planet?" Luke said. "Please don't say Tatooine."

His father breathed for a few cycles, and then said. "Mustafar."

Six months earlier ...

The main entrance hall of the Imperial palace was a hive of activity at mid-morning on the first day of the week. Politicians and ambassadors were arriving for the hope of an audience with one of the Emperor's low-level bureaucrats, and new staff were being shown through the building and trained on security procedures. Protocol droids wandered through on their way to deliver messages to their masters, and royal guards stood silently between the red Imperial flags decorating the walls.

Vader watched all this through the transparisteel walls on the tenth level above, invisible in the shadows. He was following the progress of one particular protocol droid, whose bright gold finish gleamed among the more common silver variety found in the palace. Behind him, an officer paused every few steps and gazed around in wonder. Threepio, ever the epitome of manners, waited when she did so. They appeared to be conversing about the design of the pillars and arches.

When they finally made it to the elevators, now some five minutes late for the appointment by Vader's estimate, he turned and walked back down the corridor to await their arrival by the elevator bay. Threepio was first out of the doors, chattering away about the meaning behind the lighting choice in the elevator.

"Ah, Lord Vader," Threepio said, catching sight of him. "May I present Lieutenant Roda Banks, from the Royal Imperial Architect office."

Lieutenant Banks, who had the deep yellow skin and small lekku of a Twi'lek-human hybrid, offered a military bow and an annoyingly beaming smile in greeting.

"Lord Vader, it is a pleasure to work with you."

"You are late," Vader replied, shortly.

Threepio started to apologise, but Lieutenant Banks spoke over him.

"My deepest apologies, my lord. I am always so thrilled to see Colonel Brenne's greatest legacy in person. I did my master's thesis at the academy on her work transforming the Imperial Palace."

"Then let's hope you don't end up coming to an untimely end, as she did," Vader said. His words finally caused the lieutenant's smile to fade. "You may leave us, Threepio. Go to the hangar and ensure the shuttle is ready for launch."

The protocol droid hastily went back into the elevator. Vader gestured for the lieutenant to walk with him.

"You have been briefed on this assignment?"

"Yes, my lord," she said, assuming a more serious tone. "I understand you require some alterations to your residence on Mustafar. I received the existing architectural plans this morning. It's really quite a stunning design and I'm sure whatever you require can be easily integrated without any disruption to the existing aesthetic."

A simple yes would have sufficed, Vader thought. Out loud, he said, "The existing aesthetic is the problem, Lieutenant. What I need is a space there that will be suitable for my son."

"Your son?" she said, surprised.

"Yes. I will show you his room here so you can get a sense of what aesthetic might be suitable for him."

The annoyingly happy smile returned to her face. "How old is he, sir?"

"Thirteen."

"Oh." Her eyes narrowed. "They can have … unusual tastes at that age. But I'm always up for a challenge!"

"Good."

They turned another corner, and Vader led her down the end of the dimly lit corridor. Luke had the blinds open in his room, and the light immediately streamed through when he opened the door. He glanced around in mild disapproval.

"You will have to see past the mess," he said, picking up an empty takeaway cup and putting it in the disposal unit. "He did clean it over the weekend but it seems to have regressed in the interim."

The lieutenant was smiling again as she entered the room behind him. She wandered the length of the room, glancing at the racing flag on the wall and fingering one of the model ships on the shelf.

"What does he like to do with his spare time, sir?" she asked, picking up a circuit board on the desk.

"Lately, eating and sleeping," he said.

The lieutenant laughed in a slightly nervous way. "Sounds like my younger brother."

Younger brother. How young was this officer that she had a brother of an age with Luke. Vader suspected the senior members of the architecture office had their own nefarious reasons for sending her, but it was of no consequence. Someone younger would be more likely to have an appreciation for what a teenager would like.

"He also has a pair of droids that the room should accommodate," Vader said. "The protocol droid who escorted you here is one of them. The other you will meet shortly, as they will both accompany us to Mustafar. They spend a lot of time with Luke and can assist with any questions you have."

The lieutenant nodded and then picked up a photo that had been stuck on the wall beside the holovid. She studied it for a moment, and then asked, "Is he the one on the left or right?"

Vader accepted the offered picture. It was one he'd never seen before and appeared to have been printed automatically by a machine, as there was branding around the edge advertising a hologaming parlour. The image showed Luke and Ben sitting in some kind of flight simulator gaming booth and the words 'high score of the month' printed under their faces. Ben's expression was one of surprised disbelief, while Luke had a glow in his eyes and a smile that would have lit up a room.

For a moment, Vader wondered if this entire venture was a lost cause already. It was hard to even imagine the boy in this picture ever being at home in a place like the Mustafar fortress.

"The right," Vader said, passing it back. "Have you seen enough?"

She nodded, sticking the picture back on the wall. "Yes, sir."

"Then let us proceed."

If the lieutenant was surprised he was going to fly them to Mustafar himself, she didn't say anything. She remained in the passenger lounge with the droids for most of the journey, much to Vader's relief. He needed something to distract him from questioning whether this was really the best idea, and there were several classified reports on growing insurgent activity in his inbox that would fill the need.

When the shuttle reverted from hyperspace, and Mustafar filled the front viewscreen, the doors to the cockpit slid open, and the lieutenant took a seat in the co-pilot's chair.

"The droids have been very helpful," she said, glancing down at her datapad full of notes. "They really are devoted to Luke." She smiled then. "He sounds like a great kid."

Vader didn't reply.

"But perhaps a little too adventurous," she added. "As soon as Threepio heard we were going to a volcanic planet he started fretting about safety measures."

"Threepio is an overly anxious droid," Vader said, checking on the heat shield gauge as they descended into the atmosphere. "His concerns are not without merit, however. I have taken steps over the last few months to ensure the walkways and exits have safety barriers, and some of the rooms are secured. As part of your work, I would like a complete safety audit to identify any risks I may have missed."

"Yes, sir," she said, taking note. When she looked up again, the view caused her to straighten in her seat. The fortress had appeared on the horizon, it's darkness framed by a dull grey sky beyond. It was noon on Mustafar, but as always, only faint rays of sun made it past the clouds, giving its days the appearance of eternal dusk.

She didn't say a word until after Vader had set the ship down in the main hangar bay, and they were descending the ramp. Artoo was first on the floor, and he rolled in circles a few times, and then whistled in Vader's direction, not this place again!

Vader chose to ignore him.

"It is rather grim," Threepio said, looking out at the lava flows in the distance.

The lieutenant looked left and right and then up at the ceiling. "This isn't Colonel Brenne's work," she noted.

"No," Vader agreed.

The entrance gate from the ship hangar through to the main entranceway was slowly opening. Vaneé was waiting on the other side, and he bowed in greeting as Vader walked through.

"My lord."

"This is Lieutenant Banks," Vader said, gesturing to the woman. She was walking slowly towards them, pausing every so often to look at some aspect of the architecture. Threepio and Artoo trailed behind. "She is designing and supervising construction of a dining space and bedroom for Luke."

"Welcome, Lieutenant," Vaneé said. "I will endeavour to assist you in any way I can."

She nodded hello, but was too distracted by the sight of the main hall. She walked ahead down the bridge to the main circular platform in the middle, and then looked up at the ceiling. Vaneé followed her gaze, clearly wondering what she found interesting up in the dark shadows of the rafters, and then he held out a hand in warning as she took a step backwards. Vader was just considering whether he'd bother to save her if she fell over the edge, when a force field lit up, causing her to hastily step back into the middle of the platform.

"Nearly lost her already!" Vaneé said. "You're fortunate, Lieutenant. We just had these safety barriers installed last week."

"Clearly, you will be a good test subject for assessing whether the premises is ready for an excitable thirteen year old," Vader said, pointing at her as he swept past. "Come."

"I'm so sorry," she said, walking quickly to keep up with him. "It's just … I've never seen anything like this before. Who was the architect?"

"I would have thought your superiors would have briefed you on that matter," Vader said, holding the elevator door for the lieutenant. Vaneé had been held up by Threepio, who wanted to introduce himself, something which could take several minutes.

Lieutenant Banks laughed in the same nervous way she'd done in Luke's room at the palace. "They told me some crazy story about the ghost of a Sith Lord who came back from the dead and designed fifty different versions and possessed everyone and killed Colonel Brenne. They said it was better not to ask questions, but I think they were trying to scare me."

Vader was silent for a few respirator cycles, and then said, "You would be wise to follow their advice."

She swallowed in an anxious way.

When the elevator doors opened, he led her a short distance across a walkway, towards a cluster of rooms in the centre of the structure. The room they entered was long, with several floor to ceiling windows along the outer wall. The air was still, testament to how little this room was ever disturbed.

There was a bench with a sink along one side, but it was otherwise empty.

"I believe the designer intended this space to be used as a dining room," Vader said.

"Nice view," the lieutenant noted.

Vader stared at a distant volcano, and then turned back. "At the palace, Luke eats in his bedroom. If I am working in a conference room, he will join me with his meal on a tray. This is not ideal." Vader was silent, hoping the lieutenant would understand the issue. Luke was clearly attempting to recreate his family meals on the farm when he did such a thing, but a conference room of Imperial military design was hardly a relaxing space for a young man.

She nodded. "What we need is somewhere that fulfills both your needs. It will have the communication equipment and technology requirements so you can work, but will also be a comfortable, informal space where Luke and any other guests can enjoy a meal." She had wandered over to open an adjoining kitchen space for storing service droids and food supplies. "I'll start drawing up some potential designs."

Food requirements. Another thing he would need to consider. He would need to arrange for the service droids at the palace to provide Vaneé with a list of Luke's typical meals. Although, perhaps he should review it first and remove any unnecessary items.

He left the silent room without another word, and the lieutenant followed him up a winding staircase to the level above.

"There is a room on this floor currently in use for communications," Vader said, walking down the hall. "I believe it is a suitable candidate for a bedroom for Luke." He paused beside the door and pressed the release, and then stepped back to allow the lieutenant to enter first. She looked around at the various screens and the room-sized holoprojector.

"Oh, yes, this will be ideal," she said, gesturing out the window. "Another good view. And it's much larger than his room at the palace. I'll definitely be able to fit a charging station for the droids. Even a walk-in wardrobe."

"The existing equipment can be put in storage," Vader said, turning away. "There is another room on a lower level for the same purpose. I will be downstairs. Join me when you are finished."

She acknowledged this, and already seemed absorbed in her own vision of the room's future. Vader felt a small nudge of relief as he returned to the elevator. Perhaps this would work out after all. At no stage had he sensed any despair or anxiety from the lieutenant when faced with the task ahead, which is what he'd expected from someone with such a sunny disposition. Perhaps she enjoyed a challenge.

In the main entrance hall, Vaneé was still occupied by Threepio, who was telling him a story about Luke that Vader wasn't sure he wanted told.

Artoo rolled up to meet him, beeping out a series of protests.

Do you seriously want to bring Luke here? It will give him nightmares! Who wants to live above a river of boiling lava on a mining planet?

"Quiet, droid," Vader said. "Your opinion was not requested." He paused, and then added, "I am not moving him permanently. We will merely visit when opportunities arise."

Perhaps a weekend or two at first, slowly building up to the weeks when Luke wasn't at school. It would take his son a while to get used to the place, this was true, but Luke was accommodating. He had adapted to living in the company of a Sith Lord well enough.

He looked up at Vaneé. "Has the entrance to the temple been secured?"

"Yes, my lord. I've also had security cameras installed in that part of the building. Works on the interrogation room and the dueling room doors will be completed by the end of next week."

Vader considered it, and then said, "Are the trash compactor hatches secured? The ventilation shafts?"

Vaneé didn't reply immediately, and Vader had the distinct impression he was considering whether to offer a controversial opinion. But when he replied, all he said was, "I will add it to the list, my lord."

"Good."

Vader was soon busy with the demands of a galaxy ever in need of guidance, and didn't give much thought to the project underway at Mustafar. Lieutenant Banks regularly travelled between Mustafar and Coruscant and sent him progress reports, which he skimmed when he had the time. Vaneé also sent updates from time to time, including the results of a second safety audit. It was impossible to ensure the place was entirely locked down and yet still remained habitable, but it seemed they had reached a good balance.

Finally, two weeks before the Empire Day holiday, Lieutenant Banks sent him a message to say it was all ready, and she would like to show him when he was available. Vader wasn't sure he required a personal tour, but there were a few safety measures he wanted to personally test, so he would oblige the young woman's desire to show off her work.

He took Artoo with him when he made the journey, knowing the droid's seal of approval would go a long way towards winning over his son. The droid seemed more eager than he was to see the changes and raced ahead of him into the entrance hall, where Lieutenant Banks was awaiting his arrival. She was looking out at the distant mountains, but straightened to attention as he approached.

"I have to admit, this place has really grown on me, sir," she said, as they walked to the elevators. "When I first came here, I thought it was the kind of place I'd only go if I was getting over a terrible break-up and wanted to … I don't know, bask in self-pity and dwell on the mess I'd made of my life."

Vader was grateful she couldn't see his expression.

"But now I see there's more here, if you look hard enough."

No, you were right the first time, Artoo whistled.

"It serves its purpose," Vader said, in a tone he hoped discouraged further unnecessary conversation.

The newly renovated dining space was the first item on the agenda. It was completely unrecognizable from the dark, barren space it had been earlier. Now, the walls were a warm sandy colour, with dull orange trimmings suggesting a setting sun over a desert. The reddish light of Mustafar's afternoon sun only enhanced the overall aesthetic. A breakfast island with high stools backed onto an area where the non-droid residents could prepare themselves snacks.

Artoo rolled off into the kitchen area, beeping out a greeting to the service droids, while Vader glanced over the room's main feature, a dining table. Unlike the excessive dining tables in the banquet halls of the Imperial Palace, this one was only large enough to hold five people at most. A corner-shaped padded booth seat covered two sides, and the opposite edge had more traditional dining room chairs. There was a holovid screen mounted on the wall, placed in a way that the diners could watch the screen while eating.

"So … there are switches here which can convert sections of the table into a workstation," the lieutenant said, going to demonstrate.

Vader was already walking out. It took her a moment to realize he'd gone and she quickly came after him, radiating anxiety. Artoo soon followed, using his booster jets to take a shortcut to the top.

When they reached the upper level, he stood aside to let the lieutenant lead the way down the hall. She took a moment to steady herself before opening the door, and then stepped back. Artoo rolled in first and immediately made a long, awed-sounding whistle. Then he burst into a series of chirps and beeps.

"You have impressed the droid," Vader said, standing at the door.

"Oh, good." She smiled. "He seems like a tough critic."

"Indeed."

When he finally stepped inside and had a brief look around, he found himself momentarily transfixed. The previously utilitarian room was now a welcoming retreat. The only remaining original features were a few sections of the dull grey walls and the floor lighting. Artoo had already found his charging station, just to the right of the door, built into an alcove and architected so it was seamless with the rest of the area's design. Beside it, there was a workbench fully stocked with tools for making repairs.

The bed occupied the space down the end, opposite a walk-through wardrobe that led to the ensuite refresher. The bedspread was black and covered with a pattern alternating TIE fighters and pilot helmets. Above the headboard, there was a triptych landscape painting, showing a double sunset on Tatooine. Glancing up, Vader saw the ceiling had been transformed into an artificial night sky, twinkling constellations and all.

Turning back, the area opposite the droid charging station was an entertainment nook, with a flight simulator, a holovid and gaming station. There were shelves on either side of the screen, displaying models of various ships of the line. Vader moved closer, and opened a storage unit in the wall. It revealed a small food storage unit, complete with a chilled water dispenser and a range of snacks.

"I asked my brother for a list of things he would want in a dream bedroom," Lieutenant Banks said, speaking too quickly. She'd moved to stand just inside the doorway. "He said a beer fridge, but Luke is too young for such things, so I figured someone from Tatooine would appreciate a water station."

Vader closed the unit and turned back to take one final look around. A wave of gratitude hit him as he imagined Luke's reaction to this place. All his worrying about whether he was doing the right thing by even considering bringing his son here seemed pointless now. Then a memory bubbled to the surface, ignoring his feeble attempts to suppress it.

I can go early and fix up the baby's room.

"It is adequate," Vader said, turning away. When he felt the lieutenant's disappointment, he added, "I am certain Luke will be pleased."

"I hope so, Lord Vader. Threepio told me about his past, and … I've been thinking a kid like him deserves something special."

Vader stared blankly at the far wall of the corridor for a moment, and then said, " I will ensure he communicates his thanks."

Artoo chirped in soft agreement.

"When do you think you'll show it to him, sir?" the lieutenant asked, switching off the lights.

Now that the time had arrived to actually set a date, Vader found he was at a loss. Given the unstable situation in the Argas sector, he couldn't commit to anything immediately.

"There's a long weekend coming up for Empire Day," she added, when Vader didn't reply. "Perhaps then? But I suppose you are needed on Coruscant for the ceremonies."

Empire Day, Vader thought, feeling a familiar rush of grief and anger at the words. He paused then, remembering something. Empire Day. Luke's birthday.

"The long weekend it is," he said. "I will inform him as soon as I return."

Mustafar.

Everything Luke had ever heard about the place ran through his head as he stared up at his father. Lev's vaguely horrified expression when the idea of him going there came up. His father's suggestions that it wouldn't be a suitable place for him. "Has something changed? I thought you didn't think I should go there."

"I have made some improvements to make it more suitable," his father said turning away with his gloved hands clasped behind his cape. "You are older now and hopefully more mature. There are places there you must not go."

"Why? What's so different about it?"

"Nothing is different about it. It is a place like any other."

"All right. So when will we leave? How many nights should I pack for?"

"I will request permission from the Emperor to leave after the official Empire Day state banquet. You will not need to pack anything. Everything you require is already there."

Luke nodded, momentarily surprised. "Really? Clothes and underwear and a toothbrush?"

"Yes."

He hesitated, and then said, "Are you planning for us to go there a lot?"

"If it goes well, I would like to make it a regular weekend event, when I am not otherwise occupied. We could also stay there when you have breaks from school."

Luke was about to protest that he liked to hang out with Ben on the weekend, or spend time in the hangar bay working on various projects. But he stopped himself. He could tell by his father's carefully modulated tone and tense stance that this was important to him, but he didn't want to let on how important it was.

His father turned back to face him. "I know this is a change in your routine and may take some getting used to," his father said, obviously sensing his hesitation. "However, if you give it a chance, I think you will enjoy being there. It's where I keep some of the rarer starfighters I own."

"Starfighters?"

"Yes. Including a Skylark from Aga Narn."

Luke smirked. "Now who's lying. None of those exist anymore."

"You will see it soon enough. It was a gift from a Hutt who owed me an apology."

Luke raised an eyebrow, realizing his father was serious. "That's a really good apology."

"Yes. I will let you inspect the engine if you promise to be careful."

Luke brightened up then. Spending a weekend tinkering around with ancient starfighter engines wouldn't be so bad.

"Do you think … I know you never really get days off, but do you think we could make it an Empire free weekend? Get some of those Moffs to do something for a change. So it's just you and me and messing around with starfighter engines?"

Luke expected this to result in a lecture about how vast and complex the task of maintaining a galactic government was, and how duty and responsibility did not take vacations. But instead, his father remained silent, and Luke could feel a faint sense of some emotion through their mental link. Out of curiosity, he attempted to make the link stronger, so he could understand exactly what his father was thinking, but he immediately shielded him.

"I will endeavour to accommodate your request. But the galaxy doesn't always cooperate."

"I know," Luke said. "Well, you're free now, right? Take a look at this." He moved around the engine, making room for his father to come closer.

Soon, his father had taken the spanner from his hand, and was prising out the fuel regulator, and Luke was happily listening as he told him what the various parts were and what function they performed in the overall mechanism. It was easy to forget about all the unusual things about his life here and his father's job, and his father himself for that matter. They were just any regular father and son, enjoying a hobby they both shared.

The thought of a whole weekend doing just this seemed almost too good to be true. But at that moment, Luke allowed himself to believe it was entirely possible.