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There was a decidedly sulky Ben in the front of the classroom with his left arm in a sling.

Stupid tiny rancors.

"So this weekend was...eventful," he said dryly. "I'm glad the fog is gone. Today is Tahiri's choice for flying options because I can't get into a cockpit for another few days."

Stupid, stupid tiny rancors.

Along with the decidedly sulky Ben was a Tahiri who was decidedly not trying very hard not to look too amused. It wasn't her fault he'd gone and gotten hurt on a week she'd come up with some new programs.

"Your atmospheric option for today is the Sikorsky S-76 helicopter," she said, reading a quick overview of the controls off her datapad since it wasn't one she was familiar with either, and unlike some people here who could fly just about anything ever but weren't in any condition to fly today, she needed to get acquainted with the craft first. "They get used as air ambulances a lot in most versions of contemporary Earth, so that's what you'll be doing today. You can choose from either an urban or rural setting. The urban one's got lots of skyscrapers to maneuver around, but the rural one's got high winds to contend with." She grinned.

"As for your spaceflight choice, we've got an A-Wing interceptor for you. Personally, I don't think they're as great as most A-Wing pilots like to brag they are --" because the rivalry between X-Wing and A-Wing pilots was epic -- "but they are fast. See if you can manage last week's trench run scenario in something that requires a lot more precise reaction time from you as a pilot."

See, it wasn't her fault she'd already programmed the sim for a craft that required you to have really, really good reflexes to fly it well before Ben got hurt.

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Leia made a face. "Is there any way to stop someone from doing that?"

"You could ask?" Tahiri suggested dubiously. "Though honestly, given your family, you may as well get used to it."

Oh, Force, did she seriously just say that to Leia?

"It's infuriating enough when my father knows what I feeling when I don't necessarily want him to know," Leia signed. "It's not fair that you and my daughter and my nephew can, too. At least the droid babies can't."

". . . droid babies?" It took Tahiri a second. "Oh, Force, it's that time of the semester again, isn't it?"

"You had to deal with that, too?" Leia said. "My father thought he was being clever giving me twins." She rolled her eyes, just a little bit.

"He gave you twins?" Tahiri couldn't help giggling. "I should have seen that one coming. And be glad -- when I was in that class, we had Ewoks."

"I named the girl Jaina, of course," Leia said with a laugh. "The boy got named after my father. Little Anakin."

And there went the giggling, replaced by a slight paling of Tahiri's face and a stunned expression.

"Oh," she said quietly, and while it didn't hurt exactly, her stomach still made an odd little twist. Stupid future knowledge. Stupid . . . okay, yes, it still hurt. Just not as much as it might have a few months ago. "That's fitting."

Leia frowned. "Are you all right?" she asked, concerned. She didn't need any special gifts to read the expression on Tahiri's face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Tahiri said quickly, and not convincingly enough -- no kriffing way she'd consider mindtricking Leia. "It's just . . . I think it's really nice of you, that's all."

"What aren't you telling me?" Leia said, not buying it.

Tahiri smiled slightly -- this was actually not quite as hard to do as she thought it might be -- and rubbed at the back of her neck. "That it doesn't surprise me in the least that you would name your son after your father."

"Because...I will?" Leia said slowly. "I'm going to have a son, too? Not just Jaina?" Which shouldn't have surprised her, because growing up she'd always wanted a brother or sister, so surely she'd want her daughter to have a sibling as well, but still...why hadn't anyone told her before now.

Probably because the subject of either of Jaina's brothers was a pretty sore one for anyone who could have told her. Tahiri swallowed, hard, and bit her lip; it wasn't a denial, but her awkward silence worked pretty well as a confirmation, so she had to nod, briefly.

There was just no way she was going to tell Leia what happened to him.

And Leia wasn't going to ask, not yet at least, not with the look on Tahiri's face. "I guess that means I end up having a good relationship with my father then," she said lightly. Not that things weren't going relatively well already. Well, with a different her and a different Anakin that Tahiri knew. Ow, headache imminent.

Yeah, welcome to the collective headache, Leia. It's okay; you'll get used to it, too. Sort of. In as much as you can ever get used to constantly feeling like your head is the interior wall of the Kessel spice mines.

Tahiri's, for the record, felt like someone was trying to open a new vein of glitterstim using concussive ordnance.

"I guess it does," she allowed, smiling a little more genuinely now. It wasn't inaccurate, really; the name had been a gesture of forgiveness on Leia's part. Had been . . . would be . . . yes.

Headache.

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