Hi! I was introduced to star wars last summer, and fell in love with the story. I've been reading several fanfictions about it now, and have been wanting to write one by myself for a while. I've written fanfictions and my own stories about other movies and such for years before this one, and now thought I'd give this one a go.

Please know that unlike usually, this time I didn't even try to make this a "good" story and make the characters and plot details believable and correct. Writing this story was like therapy to me after a similar situation that Leia got in. I've only seen the first six movies, and I don't know everything about these movies yet. This is just something that helped me and make me feel a little better.

I'm not sure if I wanted Leia and Han to have romantic feelings for each other in this story. That said, you can think their relationship as just like you want to see it. Maybe they're in love, maybe they aren't. You'll decide.

Occasionally, there were times when everything started to feel overwhelming. Oftenly for the reason that I had gotten to a situation in which I was seen as "the ultimate bad guy" when I just tried to get my point out while being completely calm and mature. Usually I got along with everyone excellently, but then there were those who just couldn't stand me. People who got upset almost just from seeing me. Situations that ended badly with those people, always made me very upset, too. Those people always just got mad at me and quickly ran away or made me do so, but I always took the situations extremely emotionally. And it would take long, maybe hours, before I was out of it and okay.

Just now, there had been one of these situations. I had found a quiet place on the ship, where there were no others. I had sat down to look at the stars to calm myself. I needed it to be alright again. I would be eventually, but I just needed to take the time to be alone.

"You okay, princess?"

It was Han Solo.

"Didn't mean to scare you there, I'm sorry."

He looked concerned.

"Oh, I'm okay. Don't be sorry."

"You don't look okay to me. What happened?"

I didn't know what to tell him. I hated sharing my feelings with others, just for the reason that I didn't want to exhaust them with first listening to it all and then trying to solve it. It was not an acceptable way of treating anyone at all. Things like that eat you from the inside out.

"I'm fine."

I said and faked a smile.

"No, you're not. Talk to me."

I looked at him for a few seconds. Then, completely out of nowhere, I started crying. Not even sobbing quietly or anything like that, but ugly crying. The kind of crying when you can't even breathe properly.

"Oh, sweetheart."

He sighed and sat next to me. He wrapped his arms around me, and brought my head to lean on his chest. And just stroked me there. I didn't even realise before how much I needed that. Usually I had no one to help me, and I just took the time to cry alone.

"You're okay. Everything's okay. I'm here."

He said quietly. His deep voice was so, so calming.

"Take all the time you need. I got you."

It took some time, but slowly, my breathing started coming back to normal. To the point where I was just sobbing quietly.

"Thank you."

My voice came out only as a whisper.

"Any time, princess. You don't have to, but would you tell me what happened?"

"I had some kind of an argument with some people at work. They wouldn't let me be involved with anything because I'm not "qualified" or something like that. For my own job, which I know like the back of my hand."

"Unqualified, you? In their dreams."

"These situations come and go every now and then. It just always brings me down so much. I feel so worthless. Their every word just keeps echoing in my head. I can't stand you. Back off. Leave it to the professionals. We don't want you here. You shouldn't be here. It feels… it feels like I've just become the big joke of this so called community."

"Leia… You are worth so much more than you think you are. They don't know anything. I've worked with you for a long time, and I know you're exceptionally good at what you do. They're so wrong about everything that they said. Just ignore them."

"It's so much easier to say than to actually do. I don't know if I'd dare to do it at all. It could just make everything worse. I don't want that. I couldn't take it."

"I'll tell you what. If they ever say anything negative about you or your skills ever again, you just tell me and I'll handle them. I'll have a little talk with them and make sure it never happens again. Heck, I could even go tonight. You don't have to take a single comment more. Do we have a plan?"

"I'm just… afraid that it will make everything even worse."

"It won't. If you treat people wisely and don't provoke them, they'll get the point eventually. If anything happens after I talk to these people, you just let me know and I'll go for a second round. But I won't leave this ignored before you're safe and comfortable in your workplace. Although, I won't do anything at all if you're not comfortable with it."

"Maybe it's a good idea to talk to them."

"I'll do it right after dinner when their shifts end. At least then they can't say they're busy. Do we have a plan?"

"We have a plan."

"Good. Thanks for telling me, Leia. I'm sure it wasn't easy."

"Thanks for taking the time to help me. I couldn't thank you enough."

"Anytime, sweetheart."

There. Even though I didn't try my best, please leave a review if you want to. Any supportive critique, positive things or such. I'd love to read your thoughts about my story and writing in general.

Have an awesome day!

-Jenni