A/N: Hello! This is my first Star Wars story on this site, though I started writing Star Wars fanfiction thirty-seven years ago on my manual typewriter before anyone ever heard of the internet. It is a joy for me to be writing for these beloved characters again. This story takes place immediately following Return of the Jedi, and is my attempt to fill in the blanks between Episodes VI and VII. Canon for me will be mainly the movies, so if there is something out there that has already been done in a book, I probably don't know about it. Also, I haven't read much fanfiction in this fandom, so any similarities between this story and someone else's are purely coincidental. Thanks for giving me a chance. I hope you enjoy it.
Star Wars VI.i: Back to Bespin
Chapter 1
Han Solo made his way through the dark forest to the clearing Lando had described, his hand light guiding him farther away from the chattering voices, flickering torches, and constant drum beats that accompanied an Ewok celebration. While he was anxious to examine the Falcon after her recent battle with the second Death Star, it was also good to have some time alone to decompress from his own fight here on Endor. It had been a good day for the Alliance, but a revelatory one for him, the ramifications of which would require some time to process.
Lando had helpfully left on the running lights of Han's ship and the entry ramp down (though he would clearly have to talk to the man about his casualness when it came to his baby's security), and after he moved aside the limb of a pine tree, the Millennium Falcon rose suddenly before him, like an ancient monolith in the midst of the primeval forest. Luke would get a kick out of that characterization, he thought in amusement. The kid never seemed to tire of pointing out how battered and old his ship was.
Before Han went inside, he shone the light around the sides and top of the ship, frowning at the dark laser marks that spoke to near-misses, at the few new scrapes across the beloved grey metal, but, most disturbing of all, the missing sensor dish that had once been lovingly installed on the top hull.
"You're gonna pay for that one, pal," he said aloud, though he'd left Lando back at the Ewok village, gnawing on the roasted leg of some unfamiliar bird, Chewie beside him, working on his third. With a last shake of his head, he trotted up the ramp. Fortunately for Lando, inside he found nothing amiss, and he entered his trusty cockpit, where he fell gratefully into the pilot's chair that perfectly conformed to his backside. He leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh, reveling in the familiar comfort. This would always be home to him, the place where he did most of his deepest thinking. Naturally, his thoughts drifted immediately to Leia.
The last he had seen of her, Luke had drawn her away from the party to speak with her in private, and it was a relief that for once he felt no jealousy where the younger man was concerned. He and Luke had shared an understanding smile, and rather than dwell on the loss he felt as Leia left his side, he took that time to attend to his own personal business. He knew Leia had many questions for her brother.
Her brother.
It boggled the mind.
Han had had his own time alone with Leia after the battle, when he'd insisted the medical droid attend to her wounded arm beyond Han's rudimentary field dressing. He'd come with her to the privacy of the hut the Ewoks had lent her for her personal use, had helped her off with her Alliance uniform shirt. She'd barely flinched with pain. He'd suffered plenty of his own laser blast wounds over the years, and he knew they hurt like hell. His princess was a brave soldier though, and had only squeezed his hand once as the droid spread bacta gel on the black hole in her upper arm. A shot of painkill did the trick though, and the lines between her brows smoothed considerably. The droid finished up with a fresh bandage, leaving Han alone with Leia in an enticing state of undress.
Her plain white, Alliance-issue undershirt revealed delicate but capable white shoulders and the outline of surprisingly full breasts which a few warm hugs and a formal gown or two had merely hinted at. His mouth went dry and he quickly looked away, focusing on a strange work of Ewok art that hung on the wall. Were those hellbird feathers?
This was dangerous territory, being alone with her like this, especially since he'd been without a woman since—well, since he'd met Leia on the first Death Star. He'd known instinctively that, despite her worldly bravado, she was an innocent where men were concerned, and their first kisses had confirmed it. He'd rightly deduced that with her duties as a princess, and a leader in the Rebellion, she'd had little time for romantic entanglements, and since he'd met her, he'd personally had no desire for anyone else. Her strength and her bravery and her sharp tongue had been more than enough for him to this point, and though they had shared many passionate kisses, he'd politely kept his hands to himself. He admitted to being a little in awe of her. She was a princess, after all, and while her eyes had seen the worst the universe could throw at a person, there was still a sweet purity about her that he respected far more than his own base desires.
She deserved more than a quick tumble in his narrow bunk on the Falcon, and she hadn't as yet invited him to her private quarters on Mon Mothma's command ship, so-
"You okay?" she asked him. He met her eyes and felt his face grow warm at the direction of his thoughts. He cleared his throat and held out her discarded shirt.
"Uh, here."
Never slow on the uptake, Leia blushed and took the shirt, but she didn't put it on. "Threepio told me the Ewoks would be honored if I wore the dress they'd made for me again tonight." She nodded to where the roughly made brown garment hung on a hook near the door. "I'll put that on in a minute."
"Oh," he replied lamely.
To his surprise, there came a mischievous, almost seductive smile to her blushing cheeks. "But if it would make you feel more comfortable if I put this back on—"
"No! I mean, do whatever you want."
She grinned and made no move to get dressed, and he sheepishly returned her smile, taking a seat next to her in an Ewok chair that was a decidedly snug fit for a tall human male. He supposed if she could bear this new intimacy, he could too.
"Anyway," he began again, amused at himself for being embarrassed at a pair of modestly covered breasts. "Big day today."
"You have always had an amazing gift for understatement."
"I find it to be one of my most charming qualities," he said dryly.
She gave an unprincess-like snort but didn't comment on that. "But yes, the destruction of the Death Star, the death of the Emperor, will mean the galaxy will be thrown into a state of chaos. Who knows how the remnants of the Imperials will react. Somehow, I don't think they will be throwing down their arms and surrendering. We still have a long fight ahead, but I think this will mean we will find more support from systems that have been reluctant to join our cause."
Of course, Leia would be thinking first, last, and always about the damned Rebel Alliance.
"Actually, I was thinking more about the fact that Luke is your brother, that people have probably been lying to you about it your whole life."
She paled, and he immediately regretted his sharp words. "I'm sorry. This is none of my business."
She reached for his hand, her brown eyes large and troubled. "No. You're right. The truth is, I've been trying not to think about it. I had to push it out of my mind to focus on the battle today, and now, well, I don't know where to begin to take it all in. I have a brother. But there's more to it than that, more than I have told you. I'm actually afraid of how you'll react to this. It's not something I'm particularly proud of."
He held her small hand, looked down in wonder at the way it disappeared completely between his two larger ones. He met her eyes. "You should know by now you can tell me anything, sweetheart. My past is certainly nothing to brag about."
"Though you often do," she said with a twinkle.
"Just the stuff that makes me look good. But you're changing the subject again."
She sighed. "I am, aren't I." She summoned her courage and he watched a here goes nothing expression flit across her lovely features. "Luke is my brother, Han, but that's not all. Our father is—Darth Vader."
All his years bluffing at the Sabaac table still couldn't have stopped his immediate reaction of horror.
She laughed without humor. "Yeah, I felt the same way."
"That's gotta be—blast it—your father is Vader?" He said in disbelief, releasing her hand and rising to his feet, where he began prowling anxiously around the small hut. "Same monster who is responsible for millions of deaths, for inflicting terror across the galaxy, not to mention that he killed Ben Kenobi, cut off Luke's hand, and had me encased in carbonite? That was your daddy? Holy sith."
"Yes," she whispered.
He realized belatedly that his outburst had only hurt and shamed her, though none of what Vader had done was her fault. He felt immediately contrite, and returned to his seat beside her.
"I'm sorry. You can't help who your parents are."
"I know that, but there are still so many unanswered questions. I hope Luke can fill me in later; I have a feeling he's known about this for a while. He was trying to protect me, I'm sure."
Han bit his tongue. He'd had it with the secrets and lies that came with being a Jedi. Ben Kenobi had obviously lied to Luke and Leia alike. He'd bet his last credit that Vader had been the one to tell Luke what the dead Jedi hadn't had the guts to tell him, himself. He should have learned about it from someone who really cared about him.
"You deserved to know the truth."
"Maybe," she said. "But I doubt if that would have changed anything. I certainly didn't need to have any emotional conflicts in my dealings with Vader. It was easier to have hated him for all he had done. Throwing father issues into the mix wouldn't have been very productive." She gave a small, rueful smile.
"No, I guess not."
They were both silent a moment, Han still trying to absorb all that she had said. How would this information affect her life now? Or his? Would she become a Jedi, like Luke? Would her training take her away from him? From what he knew of the Jedi religion, they couldn't marry and have children, lived more like light saber wielding monks—not that he was ready for marriage or anything, he was quick to remind himself. Obviously, Vader had been an exception to the Jedi celibacy rule, though perhaps he'd been kept in the dark too about Luke, otherwise he wouldn't have left his untrained progeny to languish in the desert wilderness of Tatooine all those years, or allow his daughter to join a rebellion against him. Still, given Leia's new family ties, the possibility of her choosing the Force over him was decidedly painful to Han, and he felt a kind of quiet desperation building inside of him.
It was Leia who broke the heavy silence. "Oddly, my biggest question is, who was my real mother? I mean, I knew I was adopted, but no one told me about my biological mother. I had images in my mind of a woman whom I assumed was my real mother, but maybe I just made them up to comfort myself."
She shook her head. "Is my real mother alive out there somewhere, pining for her lost children? I have no idea. It never bothered me before that I am not really a princess by blood, but suddenly, it does now. I should have been with Luke, growing up on Tatooine alongside him, working my fingers to the bone on the moisture farm. It wasn't fair to him, that I was raised in comfort and luxury, while he—"
She reached up and dashed away a frustrated tear. "Hey," Han said, catching her hand again. "Neither of you is to blame for this. Ben Kenobi and probably your adopted father threw this plan together to separate you, to keep you from your real father. I get it, though. If you and Luke had been allowed to be raised by Vader…" He shuttered a little at the thought of what the siblings might have become under the dark lord's tutelage.
"Yeah," she said. "I thought of that too."
"And by the way," he said, lifting her hand to his lips. "You are still a princess through and through, I have no doubt about that." His eyes were gently amused, memories of the various monikers he'd teased her with over the years still very fitting of her royal bearing. He had no plans to stop, either, regardless of the truth. As if reading his mind, she raised a haughty, very majestic eyebrow.
He chuckled, and impulsively leaned forward to kiss her mouth. Her hand slipped into his hair, and he deepened the kiss, the brief panic of a moment before feeding his passion. He drew away from her after a few moments, breathless, and rose to his feet before he did something she might regret later. With all that was going on in her life right now, the last thing she needed was a love-starved Corellian pawing at her.
"I'll uh, let you get ready. From what I've heard, our fuzzy little hosts are planning a huge feast. As long as I'm not on the menu, I'll be happy to oblige them."
She grinned, remembering too how he'd narrowly escaped a roasting when they'd first met the Ewoks.
"Okay. I'll see you in a bit. And Han—" he paused at the door of the hut—"thank you for listening. I-I'm not used to sharing my thoughts—with anyone. I'm glad you're here." Her face suddenly brightened. "And despite my personal crisis, this has been a big day, and we deserve to celebrate it."
He returned her smile. "Whatever you say, Your Worshipfulness." That titlehad been a particular favorite of his.
He narrowly escaped the balled up shirt she threw his way, and he ducked through the low door, closing it in time to hear it hit the wood with a soft thunk.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Han awoke with a start at the distant sound of Lando Calrissian's smooth voice calling his name. He'd fallen asleep in his captain's chair, more exhausted than he'd realized.
"In here," he called back. He sat up as he heard the cockpit door slide open.
"Hey," said Lando. "I figured I'd find you here, inspecting this old hunk of junk. Except for that dish I lost—"
"And that you'll pay for," Han finished for him, so there would be no doubt. "Yeah, you're in the clear. I guess I can forgive you the other extraneous damage, given how you helped destroy the Death Star and all."
Lando settled into the co-pilot's seat. "Yeah, Luke and Wedge officially welcomed me to the club."
"It's a very exclusive one, with a long and glorious past," said Han smugly.
Lando smiled. "Had enough of the Ewoks for one day?"
Han shrugged. He could have told him the news of Leia and Luke's parentage, but it wasn't his secret to share. Evading the company of the Ewoks seemed like a good enough excuse for seeking refuge on the Falcon.
"Aside from the fact that they smell like a wet Wookie, they're pretty good in a fight. I certainly wouldn't want to be on their enemies list."
"That's what I heard. But if they ever decide to fight anyone again, their first line of defense should be that truffle berry wine they make. That stuff could take the wallow-tar off a Gundark's hide."
Han chuckled. "One sip of that vile brew and I poured it out behind the nearest tree. Give me Corellian spiced ale anytime, old friend. Speaking of which-" He swiveled his chair around and pressed what appeared to be merely a flat space in the wall. To Lando's surprise, a hidden drawer slid open, a puff of cold mist escaping. From the refrigerated depths, Han removed a familiar bottle. He uncorked it, took a healthy swig of the purple potable, and passed it to his current copilot. Lando's eyes widened in delight and he downed a few swallows himself. The surprisingly warm liquor burned first in his throat, then turned cold on the way down. Both men shivered at the welcome sensation.
"I like your improvements to my ship," Lando commented, nodding to the secret drawer. Han didn't even take the bait anymore. The Falcon was Han's ship now, with his indelible stamp of ownership on every replaced part of the old freighter, especially with touches like a hidden ale drawer. He loved it more than Lando ever had, though when he'd piloted it into the bowels of the Death Star, Lando had felt a few twinges of nostalgia.
"So, I'm surprised you were out here alone, given how lovely Leia is looking this evening," Lando ventured, after a few more drinks of ale.
Han's eyes narrowed as he took the last swig from the bottle. "Yeah, well, you keep your eyes to yourself, smooth talker. She's not that kind of princess."
"You know this for a fact, or are you too scared to make a move?"
His words were so close to the truth that it took a moment for Han to find a suitably annoyed reply, though it was lame by his usual standards. "That, is none of your business."
Lando laughed knowingly. "Poor Han; it's worse than I thought. Man, you must be losing your touch. I remember when it just took a snap of your fingers to get any female you wanted to follow you back to your bed or berth, whatever the case was at the time. They weren't all pleasure girls either."
"They were rarely pleasure girls," Han clarified darkly. He'd never needed to pay any woman for sex, and even the prostitutes gave him one on the house if he was feeling desperate. "As a matter of fact, they usually asked to pay me when it was over," he added.
Lando rolled his eyes at that obvious exaggeration. "Yeah, right. Well, I wouldn't hold back on Leia much longer; she might get bored and look elsewhere for someone to meet her needs." Lando was looking at his perfectly manicured nails, clearly nominating himself for the job.
Han felt himself tense in his seat, but he knew Lando was just trying to rile him up. It pleased him to no end to get Han to lose his cool. He wasn't about to give him the satisfaction this time.
"Good luck with that, pal," Han managed with a convincing tone of confidence. "She loves me, as she has told me on several occasions. And when the time is right, I'll make her feel one with my Force, if you know what I mean."
Lando chuckled. "All right, all right; cool your jets. I'm just kidding. I can tell how much you two kids care about each other, and I can see why you would want to take things slow and do things right with this woman. She's way above your pay grade, however."
"Don't I know it," Han said truthfully. No question Leia had always been and always would be too good for the likes of him. "But I'd like to point out that you haven't exactly been overwhelmed with feminine company lately."
"Well in case you haven't noticed, the Alliance isn't exactly a hotbed of the fairer sex—at least not those compatible with humans. Just one of the reasons I'd like to get back home."
Han turned to him, all semblance of teasing gone. "You don't mean Bespin, do you?"
"Yeah. But when I return to Cloud City, I'd like it to be for more than just a visit."
"You want to liberate it," Han said. Though they hadn't discussed this before, it wasn't a surprise to him. Lando had built a successful business before Han, Leia and Luke had come along, inviting the Empire in. Han had long forgiven Lando for the deal he'd made with Vader, though he would have the carbon-freeze scars as a lifelong reminder. He wasn't so sure Lando wasn't still holding on to the disappointment of losing his business.
"You're hoping the Alliance will help you with this, given your recent successful turn as a general."
Lando nodded. "I'd like to approach Mon Mothma, but I'm not sure how my request might be taken."
Han shrugged. "Worst case scenario, she says no. But even if she gives you ships and a team, no way the Imperial holdouts garrisoned there are going to give up that treasure so easily. If the mines are still producing, they'll need them more than ever now to buck up their remaining forces."
Tibanna gas was valuable in boosting the power of weapons, from blasters to ion cannons, and in Han's opinion, no way would the Imperials abandon those mines just because their top two leaders were gone. There would always be someone who would want control of such a powerful resource.
"Actually, I was just coming to the Falcon to use your long-range communicator. I've kept in touch with Lobot these last several months, and I was curious to hear how things are going on Bespin since news of the Emperor's demise has likely spread faster than a meteor shower."
Han got up from his seat so Lando could use the com speaker. "Here. Knock yourself out. And for what it's worth, I'll be happy to join you. We're on a roll here, and getting Bespin back for the Alliance would be quite a coup." As a wayward thought occurred to him, Han looked down at his longtime friend suspiciously. "You would give it over to the Alliance, right?"
"Of course," said Lando, meeting his eyes innocently. "I still owe them for taking me in, when they could have had me shot for helping Vader nearly kill you, or for allowing the mines to fall under Imperial control. But they didn't. They forgave me and gave me a generalship in the Rebel fleet, of all things. I'm done trading on my loyalties, Han. I swear to you."
Han nodded, choosing to believe him. "Good," he said. "Just lock the Falcon up when you leave, will ya? I'm going back to the party to fill up on roast whatever and curl up and sleep for a century under some warm grazer fur blankets."
"Alone?" Lando asked, landing one last dig.
"Maybe," said Han, and with a wide grin, he grabbed his hand light and headed back through the woods to the beckoning fires.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
When Luke had pulled Leia from Han and the Ewok celebration, he suggested they take a walk in the forest where they could be alone and talk, away from the noise. They stepped in silence down a flight of stairs that spiraled around a tall tree, and in the darkness, Luke took her hand. He led her to a small bonfire a short distance from the village, and they sat before it on a fallen log. Luke took a stick and poked at the fire, stoking it a bit to clear his head and help him to find the right words to say to Leia, whose mind he sensed was roiling with emotions and unanswered questions.
"What happened up there, on the Death Star?" she asked after a moment. "I felt a sudden tension before it blew, then, a great sense of…peace. I knew that you were all right, that you too had found peace."
Luke felt himself smiling at her sensitivity to the Force. She had the promise of becoming a formidable Jedi.
"Your feelings are correct. The Emperor is dead. Our father killed him."
"What?"
Luke turned to look at her, saw the confusion in her face, felt the turmoil in her thoughts. "I told you there was good in him. I nearly died at the Emperor's hands, but then Father stopped him, sacrificing himself so that I might live." He took Leia's hands, his eyes bright with emotion. "He turned Leia, from the Dark Side; it wasn't too late for him after all. He is one with the Force now. If you are very still and calm, you can feel his presence around us. Stretch out with your feelings…"
He willed her to close her eyes, to feel the Force flowing through her, to see what he had seen, to feel what he was feeling. After a moment, she gasped softly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that she was looking past the fire at something that only a Jedi might see: the image of Anakin Skywalker, an old man now, his eyes bright blue with happiness as he looked upon his children. Luke let her control the vision, allowed it to ripple and fade in the firelight before disappearing altogether as her momentary surge of power diminished. He would teach her to control that, if she chose that path.
"That—that was him, wasn't it?" she said in wonder, tears now falling unabated down her cheeks. "He spoke to me, said he was sorry, said that he was…proud of me." She focused on her brother. "I always felt a darkness, a cold evil about Vader whenever I was in his presence. He did so many terrible things, Luke. But this kindly old man that I just saw, had no resemblance to that darkness. He was all—light."
"Exactly," said Luke. "That was his true self, the one that had been buried beneath the terrible weight of the Dark Side. The Emperor corrupted him, turned him. His anger made him vulnerable. I don't know what happened, but I do know he didn't know about me, or at least not where I was until I met you. And he didn't know about you at all until today. Whatever happened to him must have been devastating enough to make him want to turn his back to the Light."
Leia nodded in understanding, but the questions still swirled in her mind. "What about our mother? Do you know anything of her?"
He shook his head. "I have looked into the Jedi archives, but I have only found our father's name, Anakin Skywalker. It would have been against the Jedi Code to marry, so if he married our mother, it must have been in secret. Ben Kenobi trained him, as you know, but it is obvious something went wrong and he failed, losing Anakin to the Dark Side. He was still very young when he was turned. Younger than us, in fact. I'm sorry, but that's all I know."
"There is more I can tell you," said the ethereal voice of Obi-Wan Kenobi. The siblings looked across the fire to see the ghostly figure of Luke's former master.
"Ben," breathed Leia in surprise, as he seemed to walk through the fire to sit beside them.
"Yes, Princess, we meet at last." He smiled at her in the familiar, slightly amused way that Luke remembered so well. "If we embrace the Force, we can sometimes see those who have left the physical world to become one with it. I have still been able to advise and help Luke from time to time. Now, perhaps I can help you."
"I have so many questions," she said. "This has all been a great shock."
"I can imagine," said Ben wryly. "But as for your mother, you have every reason to be proud of your heritage. She was Queen Padme Amadala of Naboo, and she loved your father, and her children—so much that she held onto life until you could be born. She died believing there was still good in your father. I am glad to say that she was right."
"But I thought Luke was older than me," said Leia, as realization set in.
"By perhaps five minutes," said Ben.
"Yes," said Luke sheepishly. "I guess I left that part out. We are twins, you and I."
"Which explains why you have always felt an even deeper connection even without Leia's being trained in the Force."
"But we looking nothing alike," protested Leia.
"You look like your mother, Princess, and Luke resembles your father. Padme named you both herself, by the way; her lasting gift to you."
"And when she died, you separated us to protect us," stated Luke.
"Yes. Yoda and Bail Organa and I did what we thought was best for both of you; indeed, what was best for the galaxy. I stayed on Tatooine to watch over you, but your aunt and uncle raised you well, Luke. They were your father's family, and they were happy to take you in, understood the need to keep you safely hidden. There is a certain hardiness, a humility that comes with being a farmer, and those qualities have served you well in becoming a Jedi."
Ben turned to Leia. "Bail Organa and his wife were good, loving people who could not have children of their own. For all intents and purposes, he was your father, Leia, and he instilled in you the wisdom and the confidence that made you the strong leader you are today. Your mother would be very proud of you both. I hope you can forgive me for lying to you, that you can see why we felt it was so necessary. Ignorance is a sort of protection in itself. Had you known your true identity, Leia, Vader would have sensed your thoughts and taken you just as the Emperor had taken him."
Leia reached up to dash away her tears, all of what he had said so surreal—even more surreal than the fact that a dead man was telling her this.
"Now, Princess, you are at a crossroads. Luke is a Jedi master now; he is skilled enough to train you, if that is your wish. You must think seriously about what you want, about what is best for you. Remember, a Jedi padawan must be completely devoted to the training, must give up the normal life of their kind. It takes tremendous sacrifice and strength of will; but then, you have already exhibited those qualities as a leader in the Alliance." He smiled gently at her. "And now, I must leave you to start processing all that I've told you. Whatever you decide, I will always be here to guide you when I can. Luke will teach you how to focus the Force so that you can see me."
He rose then, and disappeared into the flickering fire. The twins were quiet, each lost in their own thoughts, though Leia could sense that Luke's mood was suddenly more subdued.
"They did the right thing, Leia," he said at last. "But it's sad to think of all the years we lost. It would have been nice to have had a sister to tease." He tugged playfully on her long hair. But instead of making her laugh, as was his intention, she threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly.
"We can't dwell on the past, Luke," she said into his strong shoulder. "There's nothing we can do about that now. There's only the future."
Luke grinned against her hair. "You're sounding like a Jedi already."
She did laugh then, and Luke's hands came up to draw her gently away, to look intently into her eyes. "You're my sister, and I will always be here for you, like I couldn't before. Think about what Ben said; I will respect whatever you decide. I know you and Han—"
"I love him," she interrupted. "I'm not sure I could give him up."
"I wouldn't ask you to," said Luke. "You must decide that for yourself."
"Decide what?" asked Han, his voice sounding stiff, hesitant.
Luke of course had sensed his presence moments before, had known his friend stood beyond the reach of the firelight, listening without shame as they discussed a decision that concerned him too.
"I'll leave you two to talk," said Luke. He stood, then looked up at Han, torn himself that should Leia choose to be trained, it would leave his best friend out in the cold. He patted Han's arm consolingly as he passed, heading back toward the treetop village and what he hoped would be a long, dreamless sleep.
"Good night," said Luke, but he wasn't surprised when Han didn't wish him the same.
A/N: Thanks for reading! (And a special thanks to those who followed me to this fandom from The Mentalist or Moonlight or any of the other fandoms I've written for . I really appreciate you!)
I would love to hear what you think. Chapter 2 is coming soon.