A/N: a new story to tell! This is a Star Wars and Phantom of the Opera crossover. I do NOT own anything (except this story)

Love Heals: Just a little after the escape from the Opera, Christine Daae discovers the true identity to herself as Leia Organa. With the Imperial Army behind her tail, she and twin Luke find themselves back in Paris…What would happen if she came face to face with her Angel again?

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Chapter 1

What the hell am I doing here?

Leia Organa, formerly known as Christine Daae, asked herself for the hundredth millionth time since the ship, Victory, landed in Paris, France, Earth. Of course the ship had to land a little out of way, since they wished to remain inconspicuous to the people. They didn't want the Parisians to wonder how such weird flying ships started landing in their city. They were under enough pressure already.

As soon as Leia stepped foot on the grounds, she couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and a sense of loss. This city had been her home for the most part of her life, where she was Christine Daae, an orphaned girl with a talent to sing who was under the wing of her Angel of Music…

Don't even go there…

Of course, Paris also brought the horrible memories that had happened here too. Leia tried not to let her thoughts drift to her former Angel but as soon as she stepped on the grounds, memories flooded her mind like a tidal.

But she masked her feelings and thoughts automatically. She was after all, Princess of the former Alderaan now. And Princesses and leaders of Rebel Alliance cannot let their feelings be shone, for it might affect others. And the others didn't need that. The people came first before her now. She had a purpose and she was determined to damn well make things right in this already bloody galaxy.

They had come here with a mission. She along with several other Rebel fighters including that of Han Solo and Chewbacca, who of course made their way here through the Millennium Falcon. They needed to find the current Prime Minister of Paris, Lucian Francis Belz, who was a very rich and aristocratic man and who was currently having a grand ball in celebration for the success of a new opera he had just financed. Apparently, apart from being a great Prime Minister, he was very much a Patron of the Arts, specializing in Music and everything that fell under it. The ball was to be held that night at the Château de Bourgeois. And they needed to get to that Prime Minister before the Empire did.

Palpatine has had his eyes on Earth since forever but couldn't very much bother with it since he was busy overruling and conquering other much more important galaxies with the help of his right hand man, his dear apprentice, Darth Vader.

AKA my psychopathic biological father who doesn't even know I exist. But despite her thoughts, Leia was glad her biological father didn't know she existed. It would be hell and he'd be running after her, convincing her to go to the Dark Side. Luke needed her here, unless Vader had been successful in turning him. Though Leia would make sure all of the above would not happen.

Beneath her veil, she sighed tiredly. Things were a lot simpler when deceased Gustav Daae was her father. Or when Bail Organa adopted her. Heck, considering things now, her Angel of Music and the whole Phantom of the Opera escapade she had years ago was NOTHING compared to this. Why was it that every time she would think that her life couldn't get any worse, it did? Her life was full of surprises. She'd have a lot of stories to tell the people of the world.

Leia sighed again, this time in much frustration. When she found out Luke was her long lost twin brother, she felt ecstatic, extremely happy and relieved. Finally, someone who was so closely connected to her could share her burdens and vice versa. Finally, she had found the other half of her soul that had been missing for so long. But when she found out that Luke's father, as well as hers, was Darth Vader, the most evil man alive in the galaxy, excluding Emperor Palpatine, she just wished she'd die and get over it.

How could it even be possible? The man tortured her mercilessly! And her friends! Killed a lot of Rebel fighters, tried to destroy his son Luke and erased Alderaan from the galaxy as if it never existed, killing countless innocent people, her memories, and her second foster father. And who knew what other atrocities he had committed in the 20 years he served the Emperor? No. Leia would not accept him as father. Not now. Not ever. It was absurd. She fought the nausea forming within her.

And now if her father was coming here to destroy Paris and everything else here, then she was damned determined he would not succeed.

Leia and a few of her loyal handmaidens were now in brougham, on their way to the Château with the rest following behind. Heavy silence filled the air within the brougham, each lady filled with their own thoughts. For who knew what would happen on this night? Leia was almost sure another surprise would pop up.

As she looked out on the streets of Paris, she couldn't help but remember someone dear in her past that she wished not to bring up. Being here in Paris sure brought the topic back up. And she was going to a grand ball where people would recognize her as Christine Daae-almost-De Chagny. Thank God for her veil.

Raoul.

She let her thoughts drift to her former fiancé. An ache filled her heart just by the mere thought of him. Guilt and regret filling her once again. It seemed to be the gist of her life. Guilt and regret. It was the same thing for almost everything that happened in her life, especially with him.

Leia remembered the night well. Her last night here in Paris before she was taken away to a whole new world. It happened a little after she and Raoul had left the Opera, after she had left her Angel in anguish. Another thing that tore her heart immeasurably.

That night, she and Raoul were on their way to his home from a trip they took to ease their minds from the Phantom and the last night with in the Opera until they were attacked by strange robotic things in white which she now knew were called Stormtroopers. They were obviously after her but Raoul fought to keep her safe, as he always did. He fought hard and valiantly until…

…he died fighting.

And Christine was there sobbing on her fiancé's corpse, not caring anymore if the Stormtroopers were about to blow her head off. She closed her eyes and leaned on her bloodied and lifeless Raoul waiting for her moment to end too.

But it never came.

She had opened her eyes to see an elderly man in ragged robes, in his hand a glowing blue weapon and around her she saw parts of the robot's body that attacked her. When she had first seen the laser weapon, she was frightened.

But he had assured her that he would not harm her, that he was there to protect and help her. She later found out that this man's name was Ben Kenobi, who she later found out was really Obi-wan Kenobi.

Together, they had buried Raoul's body in the cemetery where her father was buried. She cried incessantly and cried even more when Obi-wan had told her who she really was. That her real name was Leia and she was taken away here on this planet for safety, though at that time he wasn't specific on what exactly they were protecting her from. He was the one who had brought her to Gustav Daae, who decided to change her name altogether. He was the one who told her how Christine Daae was born.

The rest is history until she met him.

Obi-Wan had brought her to Alderaan through a public transportation and she had been in awe at the new world she was exposed to, amazed that such beautiful planet could ever exist. Obi-Wan had brought her to Senator Bail Organa who gladly accepted her as a daughter and lawfully made her Leia Organa, Princess of Alderaan. Christine then had immersed herself in politics; she was bothered by how the Emperor would rule the planets, using violence to get what he wanted and manipulation to make the people follow him. She was sickened by it and worked hard to try to fix it. She had joined the Rebel Alliance and through her actions and influence was able to make a leader out of herself. The people needed her guidance and help and leadership. And she would gladly die serving them, fighting for the Republic, and fighting to take out tyranny out of the galaxy.

Christine didn't know when she had taken interest in politics. During her years in the Opera, she certainly did not see herself as a leader to the people, a fighter, a Princess. She had grown, matured and became strong. Gone was the frightened and confused Christine Daae, and in was the new Christine, Leia Organa. She discovered the ways of the Force, the Light Side and the Dark Side.

And last, she discovered a new family. Luke, Han, Chewy. And her loyal robots, C-3PO and R2-D2. If she ever lost them, she wouldn't know what to do. Especially Luke. She couldn't bear lose her brother now. She knew he felt the same way.

They had gone on great adventures, their lives on the line but still surviving. Despite the darkness around them, they were able to see each other, to find comfort in each other, and with it, a light in the darkness around them.

And now, she was back here.

Where it all started.

And she felt the young and frightened and confused Christine Daae in her once again. She dreaded what she would find. After all, when she had left Paris, she didn't know what happened to the rest. She had been gone for almost 4 years. Would people still even remember her? Would he still remember her?

She dreaded when she would chance a meeting with him knowing that her heart wouldn't be able to take it. She knew he was alive. She could feel it in the Force. He was here in Paris and still very much alive. Where he was, she did not know. But it conjured up a lot of old feelings in her she thought were gone.

Oh no, she wasn't frightened of him anymore. There were other souls far darker than his and other faces far more scarred than his. She had seen a lot in her years as Leia Organa. No. She knew deep within him, goodness still lingered. He always longed for hope and warmth. But after everything that's happened. She wondered how he was doing.

Was he still beneath the opera house? Did he go back there? Or did he find shelter some place else? Was he still wanted for the crimes she was sure he regretted doing? Was he still playing his music? Did he even still sing and compose?

So many questions bombarded her mind; she almost let her guard down. Almost.

She tried very hard to swallow up the memories and questions and lock it in the back of her mind at least for now.

The people came first before she did now.

One final question entered her mind before the brougham stopped in front of the enormous and glamorous looking Château de Bourgeois, before she stepped down that carriage to take a good look around her, the fear and dread well hidden beneath her veil and eyes.

What the hell am I doing here?

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A/N: well what do u think? Kind of complicated i know. but still makes sense right?

please read my other story This Feeling's Like No Other, a Troy/HighSchoolMusical crossover. It's interesting too! more surprises coming up for this story and that.