A Swoop Bike Short of a Happy Ending
"You stay out here, just in case," he said, kissing her forehead.
"There is no way I'm letting you go in there alone, not with the possibilities." Lelila grabbed her husbands arm and pulled him back around to face her.
"Lelila, just stay out of sight. If it's all clear all call for you."
"If you aren't out here in twenty minutes, I'm coming in after you," she growled.
Jarren stepped over the wreckage that was once his beautifully carved front door. The house was a mess. Furniture was knocked over, glass littered the floor along with paper, holos, and the rest of the belongings that used to line the foyer. Jarren fingered his gun, anticipating the worst. But when he entered the living room he found his son and a friend leaning over what looked like a rocket, or what was left of one. Jarren cleared his throat and the boys jumped up. He looked pointedly at Derrick before calling out to Lelila that it was all clear.
"Derrick Scythe!" Lelila's shrill scream echoed through the house. "What on Corellia did you do?"
"Well, mom, dad, we were playing with a rocket. It was supposed to go straight up, but it got knocked over right before it was about to take off, and well," Derrick held out his hands, "this is what happened."
"We thought," but she caught herself. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Derrick said.
"I think you're friend needs to go home," Jarren said quietly.
"Yeah, I'll see you around Derrick."
Once Derrick's friend was gone, Lelila whirled on him and Jarren. "Derrick, we thought that they had found us. This is exactly why I didn't want to tell him. You shouldn't have told your friend. How could you two be so stupid?"
"Lelila, let's deal with the issue at hand," Jarren said, pointing to the rocket. "Derrick, first, you need to clean all of this up."
"But—"
"All of it," Jarren said darkly.
"Yes sir."
"Sir, the bike has been moved, it's on Corellia."
"Excellent." A grin spread across a shadowed face. "Send Sal and his team. If my son is there, Sal will find him."
"Look, I bought the bike from a guy that lived up the street. My name is Colin, I've never heard of a Han Solo."
"He can't be him, Sal, not unless Solo underwent some major surgeries. Who'd you buy the bike from?"
"Jarren Scythe, he lives up the street. Here's the house number."
"Thanks Colin."
"Look, I bought the bike from some guy on Coruscant, but didn't have the money to get it shipped until now. Then I had to resell it, my wife wouldn't let me keep it. I brought it out of storage for my son. But the lady thinks it's too dangerous."
"Who was the guy on Coruscant?"
"I think he said his name was Han. It's been so long, I can't really remember. He was tall, brown hair, looked to be about twenty or so then. That's all I've got for you," Jarren Scythe said, impressively convincingly.
"Thanks," they said, returning to their speeder. "I guess he never left Coruscant."
Jarren heard the muttered last comment, and smiled when they left. It looked like smooth sailing from here on out. Hopefully that was the last they would ever see of them. But he still missed his swoop.
I know it's terribly short, but that's the end, and you all get the happy one you wanted, believe me, the first version had them all ending up either dead or separated and no one wants that.
So, thanks for sticking with me this summer (or winter if you happen to be living somewhere other than the United States and it's snowing or your equivilant there). The reviews have been greatly appreciated.