AN: Post TFA and slightly AU in the fact that Han has not died. Han realizes that no matter what happens in the galaxy, some things are constant.
Han and Leia were looking through the viewport of the orbital traffic control tower over the tarmac of her base on D'qar. Leia was scanning the action with a practiced and careful eye, gathering exactly the knowledge she required. Han, however, was looking over everything much more casually, merely taking in the sights and appreciating everything that had led to this moment, the fact that he was somehow still standing here and that Leia was not only tolerating his presence, but requesting it, small miracles in and of themselves.
Their eyes, seemingly simultaneously, dropped to Finn and Rey. Quite out of character, Rey looked very upset by something. Finn was attempting to calm her, but none of what he was saying or doing did much to quiet her. He finally drew her sharply against his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around her. This seemed to have the desired effect, as she reciprocated the gesture and was content to remain in his embrace.
"You remember what that felt like? How we knew we could take on the whole galaxy if we had to, so long as we had each other?" Han asked gruffly.
"I remember." Leia nudged his arm out of the way and leaned part of her weight on him. Her fingers brushed over his chest where he had a deep, partially-healed gash. His arms came around her and her forehead fell to his shoulder.
"Still feels like that," he whispered into her hair. She nodded.
Physically, mentally, they'd both changed vastly since the first years of their relationship. But as he looked out over the D'qar sky, holding his Leia, he realized that some things would never change.
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