Title: And It's Still Good
Author: Nova Skywalker
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Obi-Wan, Han, and Luke belong to George Lucas. Aragorn AKA King is the property of Tolkien. The original characters are the property of their creators, also, and used with permission.
Summary: Southern Star Wars. Nuff said.

The day was a nice one. Warm and breezy. The trees swayed all gentle like and the grass was a cushion against her feet. Watching her tan legs as they moved back and forth in her view, the woman hassled, getting a better grip on the pails in her hands. Darn girl

It was the duty of certain young ladies to get the milk in before noon. It didnt always get done specially since that boy started showin up. Lifting her blue eyes, the blonde could see the front porch come well into view, its unpainted gray matching the old house.

On it sat her husband, picking at his calloused palms and chewing on a wad.

Darn it, Duke! Not on a Sundee!

The male looked up, sky eyes spotting her straight away. His demeanor wilted and he spat out the black juice, packing it expertly next to his cheek. Aint nobody showed up yet, woman.

Still Sundee.

Aint Arwenia spose to get that milk?

Yes, but she didnt. Im a-gonna tan her hide, too. Its that dang Blara-Horn.

Thought his name was King.

Whatever. Nover sat the buckets down and put her hands on her hips. And dont change the subject. Its Sundee. No snuff, no drink, no smoke, and no chew!

Duke grinned. She sure was a purdy thing. All gold hair, blue eyes and cut off jeans. She wore a denim top that was too loose for his likin and her hair braided back. Why dont you were that pretty blue shirt I got you at the dollar store?

Cause my parents are comin.

Dukes eyes widened. Huh?

It is their grankids birfday.

Youd think theyd stop comin round once theys was dead.

Novers bottom lip poked out. Durn still explosion.

Both husband and wife bowed their heads, hands over their hearts.

Too much moonshine aint good for man, woman, nor child, Duke murmured, wipin a tear from his eye. Specially when you keep it too long.

Speakin of children, Nover looked around. Were is that boy?

Duke rocked his overall-clad legs against the porch side. Opie! O-pay!

A little replica of Duke strolled around the corner, no shirt, no shoes, jus like his daddy.

Nover huffed and walked over to him briskly. Durn it, boy. You jus had a bath last week. Jus look at you! Youre filthy! Duke!

What?

Wash im.

Hes fine.

Wash im, now. He aint fittin. Mom and Dadll pop up any minute!

With a long suffered sigh, Duke rose and walked over to the side of the house. Boy! The little one scurried over. Stand still, his daddy said as he unwound the hose.

Nover took the milk in the house to check on the cookin and peeked out the window as her hubby sprayed Opie-Jay off. Thank goodness it was warm out. Movement from down the old dirt road where the trailer park wuz, caught her eye.

Well, Ill be.

Out the door she went, standing on the porch as two people walked toward the house, one holdin a covered dish. Hank, Nover greeted with a grin as the brown haired man came in the yard beside a same colored woman. Her greeting was less than enthusiastic as she stated, Leia-Jane.

The woman smirked, the cigarette hangin out of her mouth at odds with the pretty, hot pink tube top she was wearing. Hanks over-alls were a match to Dukes but atleast Hank was wearin a shirt under it, even if it was sportin sweat stains.

I brought candied yams.

Nover cocked her hip. I made yams already.

Leia-Janes face hardened. Nearby, Opie scatted away and Duke and Hank leaned against the porch, watchin the women folk.

You know I always make the yams.

Nover looked at her ragged fingernails. Well, you shoulda called first.

Leia-Jane set the dish on the ground and Nover backed up. All right, Jedi-jerk, its on!

Ladies-

Leia-Jane lifted a hand and her man shut up with a grin, showin off his three missin teeth.

The two women squared off, balling their fists and casting insults. Back in the house, a thin cry was heard. Nover turned to look and she put her hand up.

Thats my girl. Be right back.

Alright.

Leia-Jane waited til Nover got back but by then she was tired of being in the sun so she had settled against Hanks lap. The blonde came out the door and tackled Leia-Jane first thing, the two rollin in the dirt.

I hate your yams anyways! Nover hissed, getting her sister-in-law in a headlock. You always put too much suga!

Hank and Duke grinned and looked on as the women rolled about, Leia-Jane getting on top with two fists of gold hair. And you couldnt cook if you got a cook-transplant!

Duke snickered, Hank craning his neck to see if he could spot any cloths comin off. What are they mad at each other for, again?

The blonde frowned. Caint recall. But I think it had somethin to do with a flower pot last year.

Yaw stop it! NOW!

The two halted and looked up, Nover wipin dirt off her cheek and shrugging Leia-Jane off her back. Hey, ma.

Leia-Jane and Hank stood back as Duke stood with respect.

The blue spirits of Jayde and Opie-Wan stood by the roadside just by the mailbox. Jayde had appeared in her finest dress. It was blue with little yellow flowers doting every inch. Opie-wan had on the suit they buried him in. It was his favorite.

Fightin on a Sundee, Jayde condemned. Times are achangin. Thats the problem with you younguns. No respect.

Yes, mam.

Pick them yams up and take em in the house.

Leia-Jane grabbed em up and took off with em. She got back in a flash, sittin down near Hank.

And, Nover, you know you like that girls yams.

Yes, mam, the blonde said with a sneaky grin. Her and her sis-n-law loved each other a whole lot well, mostly.

Now, wheres my granbaby.

Duke shrugged. Nover looked around. Hes somewheres around here.

Here he is, a new voice cooed. He was chasin chickens.

Gammy! the little one squealed, toddling over to the figment.

Nover caught the new arrivals with an angry look. Girl, were you been?

Arwenia put her palms together and shrugged, making her just about pop out of her blouse. Her shorts wont too much shorter than Nover's but they looked it anyway. Or maybe it was just cause she was younger and all her stuff was still where it was suppose to be.

Novers gaze switched to the other one. The man standin aside her was the culprit, making her little Arwenia act out like a brazen.

Didnt I tell you to stay home, Glara-Scorn?

His name is King, Nover!

No, it aint. Jus cause his daddys a fancy-shmancy car salesmen dont mean hes king a nothin!

The brown haired man poked his lips out and crossed his arms.

Dang city boy.

Arwenia made a stand. Well, I love im and Ima keepin him.

Go get them eggs.

But-

Dont make me make Duke get his saber. Now, go get them eggs, Nover demanded. And take Stara-Porn with you.

King! the girl shouted over her shoulder as they took off.

Whatever.

Duke sighed. Youre too tough on em.

No, I aint. Nova pursed her lips. Okay maybe she did like that dang boy just a little. But not that much.

He grinned. Were like that, you know. All lovey-dovey.

Were married.

Hank tilted his head. Aint they-

A punch in the side shut him up. He and Duke exchanged looks and Hank paled then shut up all together.

Aint they what? Nover asked.

Gonna get hitched, Opie-wan finished, smoothing it over.

Not if I kin help it. She caught an odd look from her ma and she asked, What, ma?

Nothin. Your peas are burnin.

Huh? Oh! she squealed, rushin inside.

Outside, the family converged on one another. Nover dont know that girls married?!

Arwenias gonna tell now. You jus wait.

She aint done it yet.

Novers gonna fry her behind when she does.

Maybe thats why she aint said nothin.

My peas are fine, the woman called from inside. Matter a fact, its time to eat. Nover stepped on the porch to see everyone standin' away from everybody else. She shrugged and shouted, Ar-Weeeeenia! Sup-per! She turned back and waited a sec. Well, get in there, everybody! Whatcha waitin for?

They all filed in, Arwenia and her boy scootin up the back. They sat around the table and said grace before they realized they forgot the birfday boy. He was chasin chickens again but they drug him in anyway and sat him down in his daddys lap.

Jayde cooed and made the little one laugh like it was goin outta style.

Halfway through dinner, and midway through Leia-Janes sweet tators, Arwenia and that boy stood up with grins. We got somethin wed like to announce-

Everybody shook their heads and the two, suddenly alarmed and alittle confused, sat down rather quick.

Nover looked the group over and murmured. Yaw aint right sometimes.

Lookin out at the table at her family, Nover had to smile. Despite it all, she was lucky to have them and in love with em all.

Duke belched and made Nover jump.

Nover? Duke?

* * * * *

Nova sat up in bed, shaking her head sleepily. By the little blue clock by the bed, it looked to be so not time to get up.

She flopped back in bed, eyes staring up at darkness. Beside her, Luke rolled over and snuggled against her.

What is it, hon? his soft voice asked, his big hand rubbing her tummy.

I had the freakiest dream, she whispered. Everybody was calling me Nover and we lived on a farm and we were mostly naked.

Luke snorted. This happens every time Han fixes dinner. I tell you not to eat that spicy food. Do you listen to your husband?

Nova smiled and cuddled closer. No, sir.

Getting quiet, she thought about what the dream was saying About how odd it was that, even though the dream life was totally different other things were still the same. They were in a whole other world and it was still good.

But it was I think Mom and Dad were there, too.

Go to sleep, sweet heart.

And Tara-

Luke sat up and she could see what little light that was in the room reflected in his eyes. And what those eyes said to her?

Go to sleep.

Nova laughed softly as they spooned against one another and drifted off to dreamland once more.

The End