Currents I: Letting Go

Title: Currents I: Letting Go
Author: Gillian Taylor
Category/Rating: Romance / PG (For now)
Characters: Leia/Han, Luke
Warnings: Leia loves Han. Han loves Leia *sniff* (though this is only
when he hasn't met Gill)
Summary: Sometimes, the hardest thing that anyone can do is let go.

Disclaimer: My name is George Lucas. I created it all, I tell you! It
all! MUAHAHAHA! Bow before me all ye little people! *clears throat*
Sorry, Dr. Pepper talking there. Actually, I'm just a poor college
student who's doing this stuff for fun and for her own perverted
enjoyment.

Author's Notes: This is going to be the first in a series that I'm
writing devoted to the beginnings of Han and Leia's relationship. So
far, I've got the first one and the last one written...I just need the
fillers.

Place: Thermia, Klatuu Nebula (too much Galaxy Quest on my part).
Current location of the Rebel forces between ANH and ESB.

Special Thanks and Chocolate Covered Jedi/Smugglers to Crysta, Silky,
and Sabine.

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"Currents I: Letting Go"
by Gillian Taylor

She could feel the thrumming of the ocean beneath her
feet, the constant movement of waves crashing onto the
shore far below. Her light dress, which she had
donned in a moment of fancy, billowed around her like
a white cloud.

This was a place that she came to often to escape the
daily routine of helping to run a Rebellion and, more
frequently, to examine the multiple facets of her
emotional being. Leia Organa was not used to being so
confused in her life, especially since she had lived
each day for the moment in calm control. Now,
whenever she was near him, when they did not trade
barbs, she felt as if she were in the middle of the
Thermian Sea below. Her mind and body felt pulled and
pushed in different directions by the tides and
currents. Somewhere over the past year she had lost
control when it came to him and it scared her.

No--it terrified her.

So, each day she returned to the Cliffs to look over
the perfect expression of her being, body and soul.
Outward calm, yet inner churning, this was what her
life had become with Han Solo in her life. 'What is
happening to me?' she thought, though somehow she knew
what it was. It was as ingrained in her as the
currents were to the sea.

Love.

She was in love with Han Solo. No matter how hard she
tried to deny it, no matter how vehemently she tried
to convince herself otherwise it was a fact. And she
stared into the sea to find some guidance as to what
she should do, but it remained ever silent.

"Cosmic thoughts?" a familiar voice asked her.

"No, just confusing ones," Leia confessed to Luke.

He made a non-committal sound as he stood beside the
white-clad woman, joining her in her contemplation of
the sea, "Beautiful, isn't it?" he commented suddenly.

"What?" she asked, startled out of her thoughts by the
sound of his voice, "The sea?"

"Yes, the sea," Luke said softly, the strands of his
shorter hair twisting this way and that in the
constant breeze, "But the beauty is deceptive, for
underneath the waves is an entirely different world.
It might look calm on the outside, but on the inside
there is constant movement."

Leia brushed a strand of her dark hair behind her ear
as she turned towards him quizzically.

"Sometimes," he continued, "You don't have to fear
that movement. It is the natural order of things, the
way of the Force. Sometimes, you just have to let
yourself go," with those words, he left her to her
thoughts, giving her a wordless encouragement to seek
him out if she needed anything.

'Sometimes, you just have to let yourself go.' Luke's
words echoed in her mind. Perhaps that was why she
felt so confused. She wasn't letting herself go with
the movement, she was resisting it. Perhaps she
should let herself go.

The wind blew a little stronger, bearing with it
scents of the sea and a slight hint of fighter fuel,
reminding her of her duties. Her time for
contemplation was over, she was needed back at the
base. However, she stole one last glance at the
ocean...and let herself go.

END

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