GHOSTS FROM THE PAST

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Star Wars Universe. It all belongs to George Lucas. I wrote this story for fun only and I'm not trying to make any money out of it.

Category: Post-Rotj, totally AU

Summary: The story begins on Endor, right after the end of ROTJ. Han and Leia, while trying to start their future together, are confronted to ghosts from their pasts.

Characters: They are GL's but OCs are mine.

Note: This is my very first try at FanFiction. I started it in 2003, and I haven't finished it yet. I'm working on it again. Some of you may have already read it on JCF, but please feel free to review again. I love reviews, hehe…

BTW, English isn't my native language. So, please be nice with me ;-)

Chapter 1: The war is over…

Over.

This war was finally over. Well, almost. There were still some Imperial strongholds left.
Han Solo could hardly believe it. He stood, alone, in the Ewok camp, on Endor looking at the sky where had once been the worst weapon ever built. After all, it had been a weapon that had come directly from a human and evil mind…

The war was over, the Emperor was dead, as was Vader. Right, the Rebellion had suffered a lot during this ultimate battle against the Empire. The New Order, completely on Palpatine's view, was the exact reflect of his senility, his evil mind, and his madness.

Han wished his mind could stop wandering. Of course, there had been losses. But ALL wars meant losses. And Imperial losses have been huger than the Alliance ones. The fighters, the Executor, the Death Star,… Clones,Han thought bitterly. Lots of them had been common clones, without names, just a number… For their officers, what for were they useful? Being killed? Obeying blindly to orders? For the officers and the Empire, they were considered as common things and certainly not as human beings.

Solo felt nauseous at this thought.

This is one of the reasons I left the Navy, he remembered. Well, I did not exactly leave, he amended, rather kicked out. Of course, when he had left, the existence of the clones had still been a rumour, but nevertheless… Knowing the Imperial mentality, it wouldn't have lasted long (if it had been real) before human officers acted towards the clones as they used to acting towards women or non-human species. A day, he had heard an alien saying that he was totally supporting the Rebellion, because – according to Imperials - non-humans were nothing, because "even animals were treated better than aliens".
As a Corellian, Han had always been against slavery. Clones with numbers didn't have any identity or humanity, so they were nobody as well as slaves. That's why Han had saved Chewie, because he hadn't been able to bear it anymore, even if it had brought him troubles. Sort of. Han grinned at the memory.

At first, Chewie had been following Han even if the latter had tried desperately to get rid of this unbearable Wookiee. Han did speak little of Shyriiwook but he had been able to understand quite some things about the Wookiee. His name, well he hadn't been wholly sure but it was something like Chewbacca, yeah that was it, Chewbacca. From Kashyyyk naturally. Anyway, maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to know his name, or to call him by his name. Consequently, the Wookiee had seemed to be stuck to Han. Whatever the Corellian had said or done to make Chewbacca leave, hadn't worked. At least, the Wookiee had been a few steps behind, but he had been still there. He had explained something about a Wookiee custom, the Life Debt, to protect Han because he had saved his life or some stuff like this… Bullshit, Han had thought at the moment. But even when he had tried hard he hadn't succeeded in making Chewie leave. At the end, they had understood each other so well that they had become associates then friends, very close friends. And now, on Endor, Han regretted nothing of this.

His mind came back to the war they had just won.

They had just won. They, it sounded right now, for Han had committed to the Rebellion. He was part of this group officially, after he had been with them for nearly four years.

In spite of those losses, many Rebels were alive. As were Imperials, Han thought with bitterness. He made a big effort to stop thinking with such pessimism. After all, he was alive, as were Chewie, Luke, Leia…

Leia…

Han thought back to the mission. Hidden in a nook, near the back door of the bunker, he had been trying to open this damn door, thanks to a court-circuit, when… Han shut his eyes as he relived the terrific moment again. When Leia had cried out in pain. How close he had been to lose her forever! It had been right then, that it had hit him. He loved her. Really loved her, more than anything he had, more than his own miserable life. How much he loved her!

He was in love with a Princess, from head to toe in love with her, madly in love with her.
Her. Princess Leia. The Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan, senator in the Imperial Senate and Leader of the Rebel Alliance. His Princess. His wonderful, amazing Princess. Who could have ever thought that a Princess and a guy like him... It made Han smile now.
He had told her that he loved her, once. Not enough, Han thought. I will tell her again and again, as soon as she comes back from speaking with her brother, Luke, he decided. It was still difficult for Han to believe that Leia and Luke were siblings, but he felt happy for them. After all, it was some good news for him, for he didn't have to worry about rivalry with a-wet-behind-the-ears-farmboy-turned-Jedi-Knight anymore. As soon as she comes back, I'll show her how much I love her, how much she means for me. This little and quiet haven I found some time ago should be very useful… Han preferred stopping his way of thoughts right now before he became completely mad. Thinking about the night he was about to spend with Leia, making love to her, to his beautiful princess, well… he was actually beginning to lose his mind!!