+ 1: The Rain

The battle was won, the Death Star destroyed, and the rebels were celebrating... well, most of the rebels were celebrating. Luke Skywalker did not join in the festivities, instead choosing to spend his time cleaning his new X-Wing, or sitting in the Falcon, thinking about what had happened in the past few days, the things he'd learned and done, the people he'd lost, the life he'd left behind and the friends he'd made.

It was during one of the times where he was sitting and thinking about all of the people he'd lost, his aunt Beru and uncle Owen, his teacher Ben, and his childhood friend Biggs, and how it was so much worse for Leia who'd lost her whole planet, and how many other people had lost their loved ones, that Han found him.

Han had been looking for the kid for quite some time, having expected him to be somewhere in the throng of partying rebels, but not finding him there, Han had decided to look elsewhere, when he stumbled across Luke, sitting in the copilot seat of the Falcon, with his arms around his knees and his head bowed, shoulders trembling and looking for all the world like a lost little boy, which, Han supposed, wasn't really that far off the mark.

"Hey, kid," he said softly, walking up behind Luke and placing one of his hands on Luke's shaking shoulder.

Luke started and hurriedly wiped at his eyes with his sleeve before turning to face Han. "What is it?" he asked, voice a little raspy from his badly hidden tears.

Han though for a minute about giving Luke is privacy to grieve, but he thought Luke had been on his own for long enough and what he really needed was to be around friends and to cheer up, just a little.

"It's raining," Han said, simply.

"What?" Luke replied, confused.

"You know, when water falls from the sky?" said Han, teasingly.

"I know what rain is," Luke snapped, instantly looking guilty for the way his words had come out.

"Do you? Wouldn't have thought you'd have gotten much of that back on that dust ball of a planet you call home."

"Well, I've never actually seen it before, but we learned about it in school," said Luke, softly.

Instead of saying anything, Han just grabbed Luke's hand and pulled him upright, dragging him from the Falcon's cockpit and out into the rebel base's flight hangar.

"What are you doing?" Luke asked.

"Just come on," Han replied.

Soon they'd left the hangar and were outside on the landing strip, which was in the open air and surrounded by lush green trees, and, like Han had said, it was raining.

The sky was a pale gray and covered in heavy clouds, and rain was pouring down from it in great, fat droplets of water, splashing on the leaves and onto the ground, creating muddy puddles and pools.

The second he saw all the water, Luke's eyes widened to the size of saucers, and his mournful, kicked puppy expression morphed into something of indescribable awe as he watched the precious liquid fall all around him.

"I've never seen anything like it... all that water... it seems such a waste, but it's so, so beautiful," he said, turning to Han, his voice reflecting the same kind of wonder as his expression.

"I guess so," replied Han, not really knowing what to say, having experienced rain all his life.

Luke let go of Han's hand and wandered out into the rain, turning his face up to the sky and letting the water run down his cheeks and through his hair, soaking his clothes and shoes.

He spun around in a slow circle, taking it all in, completely enraptured by the incredible sight that he could never have even dreamed of on his dry, barren home-world.

Han watched Luke, a slow smile creeping up the older man's face, as he watched this boy, this hero, take such joy out of something Han took completely for granted.

He watched the rain trickle down through Luke's hair, and he wondered what it would be like to run his fingers through that hair, to slide his fingers across Luke's rain wet cheeks, to kiss Luke's upturned mouth.

Luke turned around just as this last thought crossed Han's mind, and something of it must have shown on his face because a curious smile graced Luke's lips before he returned to Han's side, interlocking his dripping fingers with Han's, and leaned his head against Han's shoulder.

"Thank you," he breathed against Han's neck.

Han didn't say anything, just smiled softly and rested his head atop Luke's wet hair.

A/N: Wow. This is the last chapter, this story is over! I'm kinda sad, because I've loved writing this so much, and I really hope that you guys have liked reading it just as much.

The inspiration for this chapter is the song Jealous by Labrinthe, which has the lyrics 'I'm jealous of the rain, that falls upon your skin, it's closer than my hands have been, oh I'm jealous of the rain" which made me think about these two gay dorks and Luke experiencing rain for the first time and Han watching... I know Han isn't really jealous, per say, in this, but I really liked this chapter and so I hope none of you mind too terrible.

And, for the last time, on this story anyways, this is not beta'd and all mistakes are my own. Thank you so so much to anyone who has read this, especially those of you have favourited or followed, you are all absolutely amazing and I appreciate you all so much!