The following is dedicated to any extreme Star Wars fan out there…

Note: I've never actually been to Comic-Con (sigh) I've only watched it on T.V. every year…I have no clue what goes on behind the scenes because they only ever show the interesting parts on Television. Sorry about the short length btw.

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"I don't see why I have to be in costume…"

Riley grinned as he heard the disgruntled voice of his best friend. It almost sounded as though Ben was whining…but that was impossible! Ben didn't whine…that was Riley's job.

"Because, Ben—"Riley started with the impatient air of someone explaining something to a child, "Everyone wears costumes to Comic-Con" He smiled evilly and resumed his inspection of some sort of nerdy, limited edition trading card.

"That kid's not wearing a costume…"

Riley closed his eyes and sighed deeply before turning around to address his disgruntled friend.

"Look Ben, you're wearing a costume because this is my vacation and I couldn't very well dress up as Han Solo without a Luke and Leia to back me up…I'd look stupid!" as if on cue, Abigail forced her way through the crowd towards them, looking perfectly at ease in her "slave Leia" outfit. She looked beautiful...not only because the outfit left little to be desired.

"Ben, you have to see the historical comic books—"

"Graphic Novels" Riley corrected,

"—they really are very interesting!" Abigail finished, flushed with excitement.

Abi had been Riley's greatest failure, while Ben reacted to being forced into Comic-Con the way Riley had expected, Abi had surprised him. She loved it! Perhaps that was just part of her personality, but she really took to the little geeks that surrounded her. She'd barely even put up a fight against the outfit. When Ben had seen it on the other hand, that little vein in his head started pounding like crazy and Riley was afraid he might either hit him or have a heart attack. And that was nothing compared to how he felt when he saw his "moisture farmer Luke" outfit.

"You see Ben, something that would even interest you. Isn't this place great…" Riley looked around fondly, "I've been attending for years, and it's never gotten old." His eyes lit upon a stand a couple feet away from where he was currently standing and he made a mad dash to it, "Oh my God!" He picked up a statue, some sort of alien thing from what Ben could make out "This is really rare…it's never been made available for the public before, where'd you get it!?!" He asked the man who owned the thing, "E-bay" the guy replied bored.

Riley turned back to Ben and Abi who were staring at him blankly, "What?" he asked

"How do you know so much about one subject?" Ben asked.

Riley stared at Ben for a second; trying to figure out if he was being serious before he began to laugh uproariously.

"What?" Ben turned to his wife confused…"What'd I say?"

"Go, Ben…go look at your History stuff" Riley sputtered, as Abi grabbed Ben's hand and led him away also snickering.

"Hey, no kissing you two…remember, you're related." Riley called after them, finally at peace with his memorabilia.

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This was a nightmare. One week he'd been at peace, on the ocean with his wife and best friend. A quaint little vacation. Now he was surrounded by yelling teenagers and insane, brightly costumed adults. And his Luke outfit was itchy.

He hadn't even seen "Star Wars" since he was a kid; he'd always been partial to the Indiana Jones movies anyway. He felt like everyone was laughing at him, stupid Luke Skywalker…they wouldn't laugh if he was Indiana Jones, now that man was a hero!

Ben groaned, why'd he have to come up with this stupid idea! He didn't think ahead, all he could think of was forcing Riley to go diving with him and the only way he could do that was by promising Riley he could do something in return…it hadn't even worked. Riley had opted out of diving by reason of concussion and threatened him and Abi with a lawsuit if they tried to make him dive in his injured state.

Ben stopped before the brightly coloured comic's display and looked appreciatively at the historical comic books, the artwork was good, true, and the dialogue was well written …but the stories! The stories were butchered! Most of the stories barely resembled the events they were supposedly "based upon!" As Ben leafed through the stories in shock, he felt a warm hand grasp his own.

"It's okay, breathe Ben." He turned to his wife who was staring at him, smiling. "They're just comics--"

"Graphic Novels" the voice of the man featuring the novels cut in…

"They aren't supposed to be accurate…they're supposed to be fun." Abigail said softly, though with a hint of humour in her voice.

"This is fun?" Ben had to ask.

"Yes, if you'd relax for a second and enjoy yourself this is very fun. Riley knew you would react like this, that's why he chose to come here…are you going to let him be right?" Ooh…the woman was smart. That's why he'd married her. She knew exactly what to say to get to him.

Ben squared his shoulders in defiance and stared at his wife, she was making a lot of sense. No way was he going to let Riley be right…not if he could help it. He was going to enjoy this event if it was the last thing he did!

"I love you…" he said leaning over to kiss Abigail

"I know" she responded, giggling for some reason before meeting him with a kiss so passionate that they didn't even hear the teenager passing them…

"Ew, dude...that's your sister!"