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What I'm Afraid Of by beatrice_otter (G)
Fandom: STAR WARS
Pairing: Gen; Owen Lars, Luke Skywalker
Length: 1,183
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: My Fanfic
Why this must be read:
This story is such a well-written portrait of Owen Lars; a hard-working man who might be a little ruff around the edges, but he's someone who loves his family and is desperately trying to make sure that his nephew does not become Anakin. There's not that much out there, in terms of fan fiction, when it come to Owen Lars, which is a shame really. He is such an interesting character, and this author is able to bring him to life in this fic.
He pushed open the door to the garage.
“ …and I hate them all!” Luke was saying. “I wish they were dead!”
Owen jerked at his words. “Luke!” he snapped. “What have I told you about saying things like that?”
Luke jumped guiltily, sniffing back tears and giving him the soft, sad eyes Owen always had to steel himself against when he was disciplining the boy. Thank the Maker Luke was generally a good child; Owen didn’t think he could keep his gruffness if he saw that look more often. He searched his face for traces of Anakin, and let out a half breath when he saw none.
“I’m not s’posed to say things I don’t really mean,” Luke repeated dutifully. “I don’t really hate them and I’d be sad if anything happened to them.” He sniffed again. “But Uncle Owen! You don’t know what they did! They called me—”
“It doesn’t matter what they called you,” Owen replied as gently as he could. Wasn’t much; the desert left your vocal chords as dry and scratchy as your clothes. “They were wrong. But you saying bad things doesn’t make things right. I don’t want to hear you say things like that.” His voice hardened. “Ever. Do you understand?”
What I'm Afraid Of
Pairing: Gen; Owen Lars, Luke Skywalker
Length: 1,183
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: My Fanfic
Why this must be read:
This story is such a well-written portrait of Owen Lars; a hard-working man who might be a little ruff around the edges, but he's someone who loves his family and is desperately trying to make sure that his nephew does not become Anakin. There's not that much out there, in terms of fan fiction, when it come to Owen Lars, which is a shame really. He is such an interesting character, and this author is able to bring him to life in this fic.
He pushed open the door to the garage.
“ …and I hate them all!” Luke was saying. “I wish they were dead!”
Owen jerked at his words. “Luke!” he snapped. “What have I told you about saying things like that?”
Luke jumped guiltily, sniffing back tears and giving him the soft, sad eyes Owen always had to steel himself against when he was disciplining the boy. Thank the Maker Luke was generally a good child; Owen didn’t think he could keep his gruffness if he saw that look more often. He searched his face for traces of Anakin, and let out a half breath when he saw none.
“I’m not s’posed to say things I don’t really mean,” Luke repeated dutifully. “I don’t really hate them and I’d be sad if anything happened to them.” He sniffed again. “But Uncle Owen! You don’t know what they did! They called me—”
“It doesn’t matter what they called you,” Owen replied as gently as he could. Wasn’t much; the desert left your vocal chords as dry and scratchy as your clothes. “They were wrong. But you saying bad things doesn’t make things right. I don’t want to hear you say things like that.” His voice hardened. “Ever. Do you understand?”
What I'm Afraid Of