A/N - So in my story, Han Solo never died. He, Rey, Finn, and Chewy simply went on and off Starkiller Base without confronting any emo relatives with ego issues.
This is mostly because, even after two years, I still can't reconcile myself with the fact that Han Solo is dead. He was my favorite character from the original trilogy, and I just can't get over it. I would say spoilers for The Last Jedi, but I'm sure that all of you have already seen it by now. Also, the only people that know Ben is Kylo Ren are Luke, Leia, Han, and Snoke.
Disclaimer - I don't own Star Wars, because if I did Han Solo never would have died.
The Falcon landed at the Rebel base on D'Quar, nearly crashing into three X-Wings, five trees and the occasional native inhabitant, which reminded Han all too much of an Ewok.
In other words, it was a perfect landing.
Rey was sitting in the back, half-heartily examining the famous Skywalker lightsaber. Finn was sitting next to her, looking nervous, exited, and mad all at the same time.
Chewie was in the co-pilot seat, busy trying not to crash the Falcon into anything too important.
As for Han, he was pretending to be fully absorbed into flying his ship, but inside he felt like he was melting.
Ben.
The word repeats itself in his brain, mercilessly reminding him of the one person in the galaxy he wanted to stay far away from, and yet see at the same time.
As much as he tried, as much whiskey that went down, as much distance as he put between himself and his family, Han knew he could never forget them.
Because no matter what, they were still family.
Walking off the ramp, Han scanned the large crowd for only one person in particular.
Leia.
The other person that had broken his heart, the other one that felt his loss just as much as he did (besides Luke.)
Instead of his wife, however, a small, blue, famous astromech bumped into his leg.
"Artoo?"
The droid gave a few beeps and whistles, expressing his joy to see Han alive and well as best he could.
Hearing footsteps, Han looked up and saw Leia standing over the droid, a small smile playing on her lips.
"He woke up while you were on Starkiller."
"What did you do, electrocute him?"
Leia snorted. "No, I didn't, Dameron did."
Just when Han thought there was absolutely nothing in the galaxy that could surprise him, he got another shock to the face.
"Dameron did it?"
She laughed. "Sort of. He noticed Artoo's power was starting to come back on, so he sparked him to, ah, hasten the process."
Han just nodded. It seemed as though all Rebel pilots had this independent, naughty streak.
Which reminded him.
Luke.
His best friend in the whole universe, his brother, the only person he could really talk to, was still missing, and with him, a piece of Han's heart.
When he first met Luke, he thought he was looking at some wet-behind-the-ears fourteen year old kid and some old dude who were willing to give him money for a lift. A large amount of money, at that.
Little did he know his life was about to change for the better.
Han was unsure how to react as Artoo put in the missing piece for the map to Luke.
Luke.
His friend.
He glanced over at Leia, wanting to see her reaction. Her face was clear of emotions, as usual (Han figured it must be a Jedi thing), but her eyes sparkled with something that he hadn't seen, hadn't felt in years.
Hope.
A/N - So how do you like it? This is my first FanFiction, so please don't judge me too harshly. Constructive criticism more than welcome.