Staring down at the small bundle in her arms, Leia smiled. She held her newest and youngest child, a beautiful baby girl, who was now exactly a day old. She had already planned what to name her: Hannah, after her father. Han would like that. After all, a man deserved some pride in the names of his children. The two of them had planned the names of their three older children together. But this time, she had named this child on her own. Hannah. The name suited her. The tiny bundle seemed to fit the name. And Leia knew that she would live up to her fathers name.
Just like her father, Leia knew she would grow up to be an honorable and trustworthy person. However, Leia wanted Hannah to grow up to be a little more of a lady than her other daughter, Jaina. Jaina was a little TOO much like her father, and her mannerisms were showing all the time the two spent together.
A medical droid came in, and injected her with something silently. Leia looked over at the droid.
"What was that for?" she asked, curiously. Literally, not more that five minutes ago, the same droid had given her another injection.
"Nothing." it replied flatly. Leia shuddered. Something was wrong here. She had always demanded answers, and this droid knew it well by now. But it had just said "Nothing." Something was wrong and she could feel it.
Just then, a man came into the room in a Jedi robe. Leia looked up, starting to feel groggy. The man took off the hood that had been covering his face, revealing that it was no Jedi. To her horror, a Sith stood in front of her. Leia tried to scream, but she realized the injection was taking control of her and making her fall asleep. She used what strength she could to try to escape, but it was no use.
The man walked over briskly, and took the baby girl from her, despite Leia's silent protests. As her eyes shut against her will, she saw the man shoot the droid he had reprogrammed, and walk out, holding her child. She used the force to scream out to her twin brother, Luke, but something told her it was too late. Her child was gone, taken by a Sith.
Leia sat up in bed screaming. She had had another flashback during a dream of the day her youngest child was taken from her arms. Han was up instantly, as he always was, holding his distraught wife in his strong arms. There was comfort there. A comfort she knew as her husband. He too had been torn apart by the kidnaping of their daughter. The man who knew how to hide his emotions so well had cried publicly without shame. No one could blame a man who had just lost his youngest child to the Sith for crying.
But it was bittersweet. Han knew the Sith could have easily killed his wife, but he had spared her. She had only been given a drug that caused her to remain unconscious for several days. A search for the Sith and the Solo's youngest child had begun immediately. But after months of searching, with no luck, all hope had been lost. Now, 14 years later, The Solo family was still haunted with the fact that they would never see that little girl grow up. Han would never get to walk her down the aisle. They would never hold her children and be proud grandparents to her children. Some would say to be happy that you have 3 other children: Jaina, Jacen, and Anakin. But the fact that at one time they had 4 children, not 3, haunted them. Like a storm cloud waiting to let its rainfall to a parched earth, it loomed overhead. It taunted them, as if saying, "I can take your offspring anytime I want. I already took one. Be cautious of the others."
And they were. they never let anything happen to their beloved remaining children. They protected them more that they should have sometimes. But only because they loved them and were afraid of having them taken also. Some called them paranoid. And maybe they were. But all Han knew was that right now he had to comfort his wife, who was still, even 14 years later, grieving the loss of her beloved child, who would be turning 15 in a month, would she still be alive.
Han had learned that simply remaining silent, holding his wife close, and simply stroking her hair usually lulled her back to sleep. This worked again, and he soon heard Leia's soft, rhythmic breathing. Han still held her close, needing the contact to help calm his nerves. When she had these nightmares, so many memories came flooding back. All the plans they had made. The nursery they had been building. Well, that HE had been building, and that she had been buying items for. He remembered he had refused to hire a contractor. They had known that this would be their last child. It had been unplanned, but when they had found out, they had been delighted. Their two oldest, twins, Jaina and Jacen, had been 4 and a half at the time, and their youngest then, Anakin, named after Leia's father, had been 3 then.
All three had been delighted to learn that they would have a younger sibling; especially Anakin, who was growing tired to being the youngest. The hurt on their innocent little faces had torn Han in half when he had had to tell them that their little sister was taken by a Sith, and probably would never be back. They had all held out hope, but as time went on, gave up that hope. But still, somewhere back in the back of Hans mind and heart, he still had hope that one day he would find his daughter, and bring her back to the family as if nothing had ever separated them.
He slowly closed his eyes, letting sleep cover him like a blanket, with this thought on his mind. One day. He had to find his daughter. He had to find Hannah.