A/N: I do not own Star Wars.

Han Solo awoke in a strange bed, in a strange room he had never seen before in his life. Looking around, he discovered a small girl sitting in a chair next to him, staring at him. She couldn't have been more than two or three, and as she looked at him with her big blue eyes, Han couldn't help but think of his own son, Ben, when he was little.

Ben. No, not Ben, Kylo Ren. The words felt so strange and unfamiliar, but Han knew that his son had been truly lost today. Deep down, maybe there was light, but he had killed his own father- or tried too, anyways, unless this was the afterlife, but Han was pretty sure it wasn't, since you weren't supposed to feel so much pain when you died.

It was an odd pain, an unnatural one that seemed to cover his whole body, but was only in one place.

Lightsaber burns.

For a second, Han was about to ask how he survived, but was overwhelmed by the pain in his chest.

His chest. That was where the pain all was leading back too. Han clenched his teeth, wishing that he was back at home with Leia, and Ben, and that his son hadn't turned to the dark side, and that he hadn't failed Ben and Leia another time.

Leia. He should have been there for her all those years, after Ben had turned to the dark side. Instead, he had run away, like the coward he was, to go smuggle some goods someplace. The only thing he was ever good at.

That, and talking his way out of things.

But Leia didn't think so. She had said he was a good father, a good husband, a good uncle for little Rey.

But he had failed her. She had asked him to bring their son home, and look where he had ended up. His son had stuck a lightsaber in him, and he had fallen, and now he was here. Wherever here was.

He hadn't even told Leia that he loved her, and now she probably thought he was dead, and was mourning him. The old Han Solo would have laughed. But this one didn't.

"Hi." whispered the little girl next to him. Her golden curls caught in the sunlight, reminding Han of a halo for a minute.

Han stared up at her. "Where am I?" he asked, clenching his teeth, as so not to cry out from the pain.

The little girl shrugged, and smiled, showing her tiny white teeth.

Han Solo couldn't help but smile back a little, at her innocence and small amount of knowledge she has about the world around her. It wasn't so very long ago that Ben was like that.

But every drop of innocence Ben ever had disintegrated when he killed his first person. This little girl still had a chance.

Suddenly, a woman came out of the room next to the one he was in. Han couldn't help but think she looks like someone who he saw a long time ago. Vaguely, anyways.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, picking up the little girl from the chair. She had a slight accent- Han assumed it's much thicker when she's nervous.

"All right." Han lied.

"You almost didn't make it." the woman informed him. "I used to work aboard the Starkiller, and I had to check the air vents, making sure everything was working properly, and I found you in one. I had some feeling that I should save you, that you were important somehow, that you had someone who loved you, and wanted you back." Her eyes drifted over to Han. He made no reply, so she continued. "Everything started to get crazy since the whole place was blowing up, so I had a few friends-" At this, she smirks a bit. "Help me get you aboard one of the remaining spaceships. And somehow, the whole thing, however crazy, actually worked."

"Thank you." Han muttered in reply. The woman couldn't possibly know how much he actually means it.

She smiled slightly. "I'm Kira. This is my daughter, Aurora." Kira gestured toward Han. "And you are?"

"Han Solo." he replied. The look on her face was one of surprisement, and Han wasn't sure yet if that's a good thing.

A/N: Feel free to review! Any idea who Kira might be?