AN: Carrie Fisher has always been a major role model for me and I am very thankful to have someone like her to look up to. The title is an allusion to the statement from Fisher's memoir when she said she'd like to die bathed in moonlight strangled by her own bra. I wrote this to cope and it's my first fanfic so I hope it's coherent and that errors are limited!
"Blast it all! I've died haven't I?" Leia blinked against the overwhelming light surrounding her.
"Hello your highness, it's good to see you again." Leia moved through the light towards the familiar voice of her flyboy. As she moved through space, the outline of a person appeared in front of her. She moved closer and began to recognize Han as the figure.
"Where are we?" She questioned, as she took the final steps towards Han.
"We are part of the Force, or at least that's what I've gathered since landing here." Along with Han a great many more people began to distinguish themselves from the light. Looking closer, Leia was shocked to recognize a number of these faces. She saw Senate members who had gone before her, her parents and many Alderaan citizens. A tear shone in her eye as she realized she would get to spend all of eternity with these people she loved; while watching, protecting and encouraging others she loved who were still running amuck in the galaxy. A thought popped into Leia's mind and she turned to Han with a slight gasp,
"I didn't die in some ridiculous way right? Everything happened so fast I don't really remember. I didn't get strangled in my bra or anything?" Han chuckled and said,
"No, it wasn't that ridiculous, but it was still pretty outlandish Princess. You were in a small ship that jumped out of hyperspace and ended up between to battling ships...you got blown up. So I guess one could say that technically you died bathed in moonlight and laser beams."
"Perfect"
AN: Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!
