I Know
Agent Malkere
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars because George Lucas doesn't take bribes of Monopoly money.
"I love you!"
Leia sounded so desperate, so lost, so alone as she called out to him that it hurt. Han had never wanted to do that, had never wanted to hurt her. He had always avoided relationships of any sort so that something like this would never happen. In the next minute, he would probably be dead. Even if Han wasn't dead, he'd still be encased in carbonite and then be promptly shipped off to Jabba the Hutt to be used as some sort of wall ornament – if he was lucky. In all likely hood, he and Leia would never see each other again.
But, really, what had either of them been expecting? Some sort of long lasting, meaningful relationship? They had both known from the beginning that Han had a price on his head and large debts to the Hutt crime lord. Neither of them had meant for this to be, but apparently their emotions had decided not to consult them before acting. Han had always sworn never to fall in love. Never say never.
Now Leia meant the world, the universe, to him. Leia with her dark cinnamon colored hair and big brown eyes. If the short Rebel Alliance leader were to ask him to jump the first words out of his mouth would be 'how high and how fast?' He just couldn't say no to her any more. Heck, Han was perfectly willing to at last officially throw his lot in with the Alliance now, though, not even Leia's persuasion would be enough to make him wear a uniform. He was lost to her, heart and soul – he was in love. And he never wanted to do anything that might hurt her.
But this- this was going to hurt Leia. Just the knowledge of what was about to happen was already beginning to slowly kill her from the inside. He could tell just from the look in her eyes. All of this pain – because she loved him.
Suddenly, there were so many things he wanted to say, wanted to tell her. Anything that he could think of that would even somewhat lessen the pain she was about to endure. He wanted to tell her that he loved her, too, but the only words he could force out were:
"I know."
I know – even if it did come across as sounding rather cocky, it was just another way of saying: I'm sorry.
A/N: Well that was interesting. That idea's been bugging me for an age, so I finally wrote it down. What did ya'll think? Please review!