A\N: I like Star Wars.


LEIA

How dare he?

I'm trembling with rage. How dare that...that ugly smuggling freak tell me I need a kiss?

And why a kiss?

I storm moodily through my tasks. I want to kill someone. Anyone.

I hate Han Solo.

If you hate him so much, why do you keep imagining him in your bed?

Shut up, I tell my brain eloquently. What was it Winter said? It's not strange to argue with yourself, just weird when you lose?

"Princess. Commander Skywalker hasn't reported back."

I run into the hangar.

Oh, Force, Luke, not you. Please not you.

Luke isn't here. He's not at the south entrance.

He's not anywhere.

The wait is agonizing. Oh, Force. Oh, Force, please let him be okay...

"Princess. We have to shut the doors."

I nod regally.

The doors shut. It physically hurts, hearing that sound.

Luke is gone.

I eventually give up staying awake and stumble to my room.

Then I open my eyes and gape.

The chamber is melted, in a strange, looped and warped shape. And my clothes...

Are solid blocks of ice.

I fall to my knees and finally lose it, laughing hysterically until I cry.

This is the worst day of my life.