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[haveyourmoments]

I’m on my way to Jabba’s palace on Tatooine, dressed in a godforsaken dead bounty hunter’s suit, complete with a stifling mask that makes me feel like I might actually faint. Or maybe that’s just the smell of old alcohol that came with the suit. At any rate, I’m petrified, not at all convinced that Han has survived the carbon freezing, especially not after all this time.

I walk inside the palace, my fingertips grazing over the thermal detenator in my pocket, holding Chewie’s leash with my other hand, and thinking that at least if Han is dead, I can wind up with him in the end.

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[going_solo]

“Believe me, princess, so am I,” I say, and I swear I see a glint of light out of the corner of one eye but I dare not pay too much attention to it.

[haveyourmoments]

“Why does it always sound vaguely suggestive when you call me that?” I sigh, but it’s playful, and I stroke his hair.

[going_solo]

“Because it IS suggestive?” I tease, even though it’s really not. I don’t want to make any assumptions about her and what she’s comfortable with, yet.

[haveyourmoments]

I laugh, grabbing his chin gently and kissing him once more as I slide his arm around my waist. “Somehow it’s also so…sweet.”

[going_solo]

“Me?! Sweet?! Since when?” I scoff, just as I squeeze her waist.

[haveyourmoments]

“Sorry, scoundrel, but it turns out that in fact, you were right: you are a nice man.”

[going_solo]

“And here I was trying to be anything but…”. I say, though I’m smiling. Then another spark of light.

[haveyourmoments]

“I seem to remember you trying very hard to convince me that you were a nice man, right after you said that I needed more scoundrels in my life…”

[going_solo]

“It’s all about balance, Princess…”

[haveyourmoments]

“I truly don’t think you care how I’d describe my perfect man, as long as it was you in the end,” I say with a grin.

[going_solo]

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” I say, smiling fondly. Then another flash of light. “Leia…”

[haveyourmoments]

“Hmm?” I murmur sleepily, the weight of his arm draped around my waist already easing me towards sleep after so many months of loneliness.

[going_solo]

“I think… maybe it’s just an illusion, but I think I might be seeing something.”

[haveyourmoments]

“Oh, Han! That’s wonderful!” I say, cupping his face in my hands and studying his eyes, trying to determine if there’s anything that’s changed.

[going_solo]

“Yeah? Yeah! It is wonderful!” I say, letting myself be elated and relieved with her reaction.

[haveyourmoments]

“I’m so proud of you,” I say, stroking his cheek fondly.

[going_solo]

“I’m not sure I deserve that,” I say. “I haven’t done anything.”

[haveyourmoments]

“Are you kidding me?” I ask him. “You - you protected me, over and over, at any cost, you were tortured, you made me smile, and laugh, and want to live after - after everything, and you…you survived, Han! You have no idea how terrified I was that you wouldn’t be alive.”

[going_solo]

“I’m - I’m sorry,” I say quickly, because the blindness still has me nervous as anything. “You’re right.”

[haveyourmoments]

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Han, not one single thing. This was done to you. You have never willingly left me, and you never would.”

[going_solo]

“Not ever,” I tell her, reaching to hug her as best I can.

[haveyourmoments]

I hug him back, kissing his cheek. “Everything is going to be okay.”

[going_solo]

“I actually believe you, Leia,” I say. “And I think you know I’m something of a pessimist.”

[haveyourmoments]

“I’d never noticed,” I tease, crinkling my nose as I kiss him.

[going_solo]

Suddenly I can see her eyes, and I gasp.