Disclaimer: Its yours George Lucas, I'm not stealing, believe me I make NO money from this.
Rating: PG- Maybe a little mild PG-13 in parts.
Premise: (this is a majorly character driven story) There are two realities, with two different Han Solo's. And there are some MAJOR differences between them. But yet, they are the same person, aren't they? No one knows , including themselves, and when the two realities clash and get partially switched, who knows what might lie ahead, and who will be left in the end?
Please read and reply everyone!
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Han Solo took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.
He listened.
But not with his hears as he most people did.
No, he listened with the Force.
He could hear tiny little whisperings at the edge of his awareness.
He opened his perceptions. Wider, wider......
He saw something, someone.....They seemed familiar, almost to familiar. But who could is possible be?
He stretched out again, albeit clumsily, he hadn't had the use of the Force long after all.
The person was working on a ship, doing something. Huh, that was odd, that ship looked almost like his own ship, which had been destroyed years ago. The Falcon.
But of course that was impossible.
The person started to turn his head.
And he saw......himself.
Slam!
He perceptions snapped back to him with a almost audible slam.
Han held his hands over his head, a stabbing pain now behind his eyes.
Himself, he'd seen himself. But why? How?
It was impossible, the Falcon was gone, and so he obviously couldn't be working on it.
And he hadn't been seeing the past, no it had a different feel to it then that.
It was like he was seeing himself, but yet a different version of himself.
He rubbed his hand over his throbbing temples.
But later, when his head didn't hurt so much.
He had to know. Had to find out what was so different about this other version of himself.
It was most definitely intriguing.
****
Around Rebirth NJO, real star wars universe
Han Solo pulled himself out from under the Falcon and grinned in satisfaction, wiping the grease of his hands with a rag.
Now that was a perfect ship.
Well....he cocked his head, leveling his keen gaze at the Falcon.
He took in the scorch marks, the various special modifications.
Okay, well, not perfect. But definitely back in working order.
Unpredictably, cranky, but fast. As only the Falcon could be.
He grinned again. Yep, life was good.
And speaking of good....
He'd been cooped up in the docking bay working on the Falcon for hours. Leia would be would scold him again (all in fun of course) that he cared more about his ship then her. Which was of course nonsense.
But he did enjoy the scolding. And so, he suspected, did Leia. And the scolding usually led to better things....
Suddenly his pleasant train of thought came to a abrupt halt.
The hairs on the back of his neck tingled. Han had the sudden unmistakable feeling that something was watching him.
He put his hand to his blaster on his hip.
Then he turned slowly around, ready to snap out the blaster in a flash.
Then he saw nothing. Nothing what so ever.
How could that be? He wasn't imagining things, he was sure of it.
"Who's there?" he called, his voice echoing in the docking bay.
Then almost involuntarily his hand flinched off his blaster as sharp pain stabbed his head.
What the---
He felt almost like he was being...stretched.
How odd.
Then everything went black.
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*******
real star wars galaxy
"Han, Han, what happened?"
Han Solo opened his eyes slowly, squinting.
His vision swam for a moment, then focused.
Leia was leaning over him, her brow furrowed in concern.
He struggled to wrap his tongue around words.
"I-, I'm all right."
The worried expression on Leia's face eased just a little bit.
But she still looked concerned, "Are you sure?"
Han pushed himself to a sitting position with a grunt. "Uh, yea."
Then he immeaditly wished he hadn't, falling back down on his back as a sharp pain
stabbed through his head.
Ouch, okay maybe he wouldn't sit up.
Leia looked at him, shaking her head wryly. "What, did that old hunk of junk ship of
yours finally kill you."
Han glared at her. Ha ha, very funny. Then he flashed her a lopsided grin. Well, as good
of one as he could with his current headache.
"No Princess, actually what it feels like is a hell of a hangover."
Leia's eyes twinkled at him. "Han, you never change."
"No sweetheart, I don't."
And since he had a headache and didn't want to sit up, Han pulled Leia down next to him
on the docking bay floor for a kiss.
*****
Rating: PG- Maybe a little mild PG-13 in parts.
Premise: (this is a majorly character driven story) There are two realities, with two different Han Solo's. And there are some MAJOR differences between them. But yet, they are the same person, aren't they? No one knows , including themselves, and when the two realities clash and get partially switched, who knows what might lie ahead, and who will be left in the end?
Please read and reply everyone!
****
Han Solo took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.
He listened.
But not with his hears as he most people did.
No, he listened with the Force.
He could hear tiny little whisperings at the edge of his awareness.
He opened his perceptions. Wider, wider......
He saw something, someone.....They seemed familiar, almost to familiar. But who could is possible be?
He stretched out again, albeit clumsily, he hadn't had the use of the Force long after all.
The person was working on a ship, doing something. Huh, that was odd, that ship looked almost like his own ship, which had been destroyed years ago. The Falcon.
But of course that was impossible.
The person started to turn his head.
And he saw......himself.
Slam!
He perceptions snapped back to him with a almost audible slam.
Han held his hands over his head, a stabbing pain now behind his eyes.
Himself, he'd seen himself. But why? How?
It was impossible, the Falcon was gone, and so he obviously couldn't be working on it.
And he hadn't been seeing the past, no it had a different feel to it then that.
It was like he was seeing himself, but yet a different version of himself.
He rubbed his hand over his throbbing temples.
But later, when his head didn't hurt so much.
He had to know. Had to find out what was so different about this other version of himself.
It was most definitely intriguing.
****
Around Rebirth NJO, real star wars universe
Han Solo pulled himself out from under the Falcon and grinned in satisfaction, wiping the grease of his hands with a rag.
Now that was a perfect ship.
Well....he cocked his head, leveling his keen gaze at the Falcon.
He took in the scorch marks, the various special modifications.
Okay, well, not perfect. But definitely back in working order.
Unpredictably, cranky, but fast. As only the Falcon could be.
He grinned again. Yep, life was good.
And speaking of good....
He'd been cooped up in the docking bay working on the Falcon for hours. Leia would be would scold him again (all in fun of course) that he cared more about his ship then her. Which was of course nonsense.
But he did enjoy the scolding. And so, he suspected, did Leia. And the scolding usually led to better things....
Suddenly his pleasant train of thought came to a abrupt halt.
The hairs on the back of his neck tingled. Han had the sudden unmistakable feeling that something was watching him.
He put his hand to his blaster on his hip.
Then he turned slowly around, ready to snap out the blaster in a flash.
Then he saw nothing. Nothing what so ever.
How could that be? He wasn't imagining things, he was sure of it.
"Who's there?" he called, his voice echoing in the docking bay.
Then almost involuntarily his hand flinched off his blaster as sharp pain stabbed his head.
What the---
He felt almost like he was being...stretched.
How odd.
Then everything went black.
******
*******
real star wars galaxy
"Han, Han, what happened?"
Han Solo opened his eyes slowly, squinting.
His vision swam for a moment, then focused.
Leia was leaning over him, her brow furrowed in concern.
He struggled to wrap his tongue around words.
"I-, I'm all right."
The worried expression on Leia's face eased just a little bit.
But she still looked concerned, "Are you sure?"
Han pushed himself to a sitting position with a grunt. "Uh, yea."
Then he immeaditly wished he hadn't, falling back down on his back as a sharp pain
stabbed through his head.
Ouch, okay maybe he wouldn't sit up.
Leia looked at him, shaking her head wryly. "What, did that old hunk of junk ship of
yours finally kill you."
Han glared at her. Ha ha, very funny. Then he flashed her a lopsided grin. Well, as good
of one as he could with his current headache.
"No Princess, actually what it feels like is a hell of a hangover."
Leia's eyes twinkled at him. "Han, you never change."
"No sweetheart, I don't."
And since he had a headache and didn't want to sit up, Han pulled Leia down next to him
on the docking bay floor for a kiss.
*****