Disclaimer: Leia and Han are property of George Lucas and all his million subsidary companies. I am merely
borrowing them to piss the Star Wars fans off ;)
Author's Note: I haven't read "Balance Point" yet, but I just finished "Jedi Eclipse." I got this idea from the MB20
song "Rest Stop." I AM an advocate for Leia and Han.
Spoiler: If you haven't read the NJO, this probably will be coming out of left field.
KNOWING WHEN
Leia sat down on the couch next to her sleeping husband. Relaxed like this, it became clear how much he had
aged since they'd first gotten married. Grey hairs were prominent all over his head; the lines on his face were
deeper than any he'd incurred during the Rebellion, when they hadn't been allowed to sleep for more than twenty
minutes at a clip.
Han stirred now, bringing the back of his left hand up to rest on his forehead. Leia smiled, remembering the
morning after their first night. He had done the exact same thing as she drawn lightly on his chest, basking in him.
He mumbled something from his dream. While Leia didn't catch what he said, she didn't particularly care.
Another woman? Something to Chewbacca? It didn't matter. She hadn't been around him often enough in the
past year to feel deserving of feeling jealous. And when she was around, he was drunk. *Funny,* she thought,
*I don't really care about that either.*
Gently, she shook him to wake him up.
"Yeah, what?" he asked, more tired than angry.
"Han, you need to leave."
"Where? A mission? The kids?" He sat upright, kicking pillows off the couch to Leia's dismay.
"No, I mean me. You need to leave me."
He stared at her blankly.
"We don't have a marriage, Han; we're co-habitators. I just realized I don't care that it's changed, either." She
took a deep breath. "Just take your things and go."
He rubbed his eyes, disbelieving. "The kids?"
"They'll know."
He glared. "Yeah, from you and your damn Force." He swung his legs off the couch and stood up. "Don't tell
them this was my idea."
He stormed out of the living room to pack.
borrowing them to piss the Star Wars fans off ;)
Author's Note: I haven't read "Balance Point" yet, but I just finished "Jedi Eclipse." I got this idea from the MB20
song "Rest Stop." I AM an advocate for Leia and Han.
Spoiler: If you haven't read the NJO, this probably will be coming out of left field.
KNOWING WHEN
Leia sat down on the couch next to her sleeping husband. Relaxed like this, it became clear how much he had
aged since they'd first gotten married. Grey hairs were prominent all over his head; the lines on his face were
deeper than any he'd incurred during the Rebellion, when they hadn't been allowed to sleep for more than twenty
minutes at a clip.
Han stirred now, bringing the back of his left hand up to rest on his forehead. Leia smiled, remembering the
morning after their first night. He had done the exact same thing as she drawn lightly on his chest, basking in him.
He mumbled something from his dream. While Leia didn't catch what he said, she didn't particularly care.
Another woman? Something to Chewbacca? It didn't matter. She hadn't been around him often enough in the
past year to feel deserving of feeling jealous. And when she was around, he was drunk. *Funny,* she thought,
*I don't really care about that either.*
Gently, she shook him to wake him up.
"Yeah, what?" he asked, more tired than angry.
"Han, you need to leave."
"Where? A mission? The kids?" He sat upright, kicking pillows off the couch to Leia's dismay.
"No, I mean me. You need to leave me."
He stared at her blankly.
"We don't have a marriage, Han; we're co-habitators. I just realized I don't care that it's changed, either." She
took a deep breath. "Just take your things and go."
He rubbed his eyes, disbelieving. "The kids?"
"They'll know."
He glared. "Yeah, from you and your damn Force." He swung his legs off the couch and stood up. "Don't tell
them this was my idea."
He stormed out of the living room to pack.