Here's an excessively short piece. The poem at the beginning is mine too. The time period on this for me when I wrote it was New Jedi Order. For me, a lot of that is a big bad memory so I filled in a nice missing moment for Balance Point. It's the first time Han and Leia were alone.
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together we two will sail the stars
we'll beat the odds,
travel far
souls joined up in tandem breezea
love that
brought me to my knees
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When they were finally alone, the silence was unbearable, thick and meaty, heavy in its oppressiveness.
"I never meant for it to be this way."
"Who ever does?"
Han Solo looked over the sunken features of his wife, features that had been taken over by a distant sadness that he had once sworn to keep her from feeling ever again. Alderaan was enough hurt for her. Who was he to cause more.
"I never stopped loving you."
"I know."
"That's not good enough now though, right?"
That sad, misty smile he remembered from Yavin whispered out at him, a ghost of her losses. "Han, your love has always been good enough. It's the circumstances that aren't."
"Can I do anything about that?" he asked uncertainly, hopefully.
"You can try."
A smile quirked his lips, tugged at his eyes. "Try not. Do. Or do not. There is no try."
She smiled then, genuine, tender, caring and electricity cracked between them, a connection of past feelings and future bonds. For the first time since they'd lost Chewbacca, a comfortable feeling of familiarity danced around them, settled somewhere in the middle.
"Since when does the great Han Solo spout Jedi philosophy?"
"Don't tell Luke."
Mock seriousness shrouded her face and she raised two fingers in a traditional spacer's promise. "I won't. I swear."
Silence once more fell between them, this time more a blanket of warmth.
"Are we going to be ok Sweetheart?"
For one long moment, she looked at him, her head cocked sideways in an evaluating manner. Then, in his own lazy drawl said, "Yeah. Yeah I think so."