This is my second fanfic. I know Musings was horrible, but hey, I'm only thirteen! Anyway, please give Life a chance. It's about Han and Leia and the various obstacles they have to pass. There's also gonna be an assassin determind to hunt them down and other stuff. This fanfic is going to last about eight to ten chapters, if I can manage it.Well, enough talking.


Leia stared mutely at the flickering flames of the fireplace, her mind wandering to memories of the past, the glorious past, when Han was with her and life was good…

The call that ruined everything had come in the dead of the night, which in Leia's past experiences never meant good news. She had sat up groggily and groped about in the dark, finally finding her comlink. She flicked it on with a rising sense of trepidation and dread. " Leia Organa here."

"Leia? This is Mon Mothma here. Sorry to disturb you, but I thought you'll like to know, considering your...er...relationship with General Solo..." her clipped voice trailed off hesitantly.

"What is it?" Leia demanded, wild thoughts surfacing in her mind. She took a deep breath and willed herself to keep calm

"As you probably know, General Solo left two weeks ago on a clandestine mission. We have not received any contact from him and we fear he is..." her usually stern and unwavering voice quivered," I will inform Commander Skywalker." With that, she signed off. Leia clutched her comlink with her white-knuckled hands, the tears that swam in her deep brown eyes clouding her vision. Her knees buckled and she sank onto the couch, her slender shoulders shuddering with each shaky breath she took.

Her world had crashed down on her, so suddenly, so cruelly. Han had been her only shred of hope, her shining beacon in a hostile world. Everything, everyone she knew had been somehow destroyed, killed. Now all that was left was her brother Luke, her best friend Jeri and the Rogue Squadron, who could be surprisingly encouraging at times.

She was alone.

For the next few weeks, she felt strangely isolated, detached from reality. she spent her days in her apartment, unable to believe the unbelievable: Han Solo was dead. Han Solo. Cocky, sarcastic, handsome Han Solo. Han Solo, with his soft hazel eyes and unruly brown hair. Her Han Solo.

She didn't go for meals in the mess hall, or attended meetings of the Senate. They seemed to understand, accepting her absence. Only when Luke and Jeri turned up in her apartment did she only stop moping, They convinced her to go for meals and although she didn't have much of an appetitie, she swallowed down all she could.

Jeri was the member of the Rebel Alliance, with strawberry-blond hair and brillinat green eyes. Luke was Leia's brother, but looked nothing like her. He had blond hair while she had chestnut brown; he had bright blue eyes while she had deep brown ones. They, along with han, were the main people in herlife, her pillars of support.

One statement of Luke's lingered in her mind. He had gently uttered it, in a slightly persuasive tone, when she had flatly refused to eat: 'Leia, eat. Han made me promise to take care of you. I'm not going to break that promise.' The mere thought that Han had made her brother promise him that was enough to bring tears to her eyes.

A soft, weak knock sounded at the door, jarring her out of her train of thoughts. She hastily brushed away the lone tear that had trickleddown her cheek and pulled her hair back in a loose ponytail, all the while speculating on who it could be calling on her so late in the evening.

She unlatched the door and pushed it open. Who she saw caused her to stop dead in her tracks and stare, her mouth agape. Regaining her senses quickly, she hurtled into his arms, gripping him to her tightly, her eyes brimming with tears, tears of joy, tears of elation. Han was back.


Sorry, I won't be updating much as I've got a major exam at the end of the year so I have to really study hard.

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