The Care and Handling of Princesses (or other high born women) - Part 3/4 - PG-13

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Last time: “That's my daughter you're talking about!” Anakin said. Cain looked over to see Anakin holding his hand out like he was trying to crush something. Suddenly Solo dropped to his knee and started to gasp in deep breath of air. “Duly noted.” He croaked out as he crawled back to his seat.

“That a real mature use of your power.” Obi-Wan said in a disapproving voice.

“Who asked you, old man.” Anakin shot back. “You shouldn't even be here.”

“I have just as much of a right to be here as you do, Ani.”

Cain watched as Anakin's face took on a red/purple coloring. “She was MY WIFE!” He yelled as he jumped to his feet.

“You were nine.” Obi-Wan replied.

And now Cain was really confused, the kid who looked to be about 20 was Solo's father-in-law and had married some girl when he was nine? How old was the girl?

“So!”

“Very witty.” Obi-Wan said condescendingly. “She was a Queen who had just won a major battle and untied her world in peace. You really think she wanted to spend the evening talking to some little boy about a pod racing?” A smirk spread across Obi-Wan's face. “She wasn't in the mood to talk that night. She didn't even give me a chance to talk either.”

Anakin's face had turned totally red now. “Keep talking old man.” he said as he pulled a black tube from his robes.

“Just pushed me against the wall and started to...”

“SHUT UP!!!” A bright red glow sprang from the tube in Anakin's hand.

“Shit!” “Oh, crap!” “Not again!”

Suddenly Obi-Wan had black tube with a blue glow in his hand as well.

Cain felt Mal grab his shoulder, “Get down!” Mal said.

Cain hit the floor and helped Mal pulled a few chairs in front of them. Looking through the gaps Cain could see across the room Strider and Faramir had done the same thing.

Obi-Wan and Anakin started to circle each other and Cain had to retract his first impressions of these men, they were most definitely fighter. Well trained, long practiced, fighters.

“So help me,” Solo yelled out, “if two you don't stop right now I will call a slash writer in to end this!”

The men locked swords for just a few more seconds, then pushed away from each other.

“Thank you.” Solo said as he stepped forward. “You both know the rules about respecting all the fandoms.” Neither man said a word. “Well then, “Solo continued, “If you can't put up with being paired to the same women then I will ask for an alternating schedule to be made up. Now get out of here and let the rest of us bond and share our struggles in peace!”

The two men nodded to Solo then walked out of what was left of the circle. They reached the door at the same time and there was a brief staring down before they managed to leave.

Mal stood up and straightened the chairs that had formed the barricade. Strider and Faramir were doing the same. “What the hell was that?” Cain asked. Mal grinned, “I told ya there'd be a show today.”

“By the Force, why'd it have to be my family?” Solo fell into a chair, “Just somebody go.”

Mal nudged Cain with his elbow, “Why don't you go.”

Cain coughed, then stood up. He shuffled his feet and said, “The name's Cain. I'm a Tin Man in the O.Z.” He looked at the other men. “I guess I should be tellin' you about DG.”

And somehow I have Han channeling Indy, but it's all good.

On to part four!

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