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Chapter Two

His head was pounding and throbbing, how much had he had to drink? Han wondered silently to himself. Opening his eyes he blinked at the light around the room. It was dim, but just enough to irritate his eyes. Looking up he noticed the top of the Falcon, he must have made his way to the bunk at some point last night. He had no idea how he managed that, but he wasn't going to question it right now. All he knew is he wanted to go back to sleep, he couldn't handle the reality of his life right now. His heart felt empty and his body felt cold. Her face flashed through his mind, both alive and dead. He'd have both images forever painted in his memories. Feeling movement from the side of him, Han quickly turned and saw a mass of long dark hair rested against the pillow next to him. Her face was hidden against the fabric, but the long length of her unbraided hair was spread against the bunk. His heart must have stopped and lurched at the same time.

"Leia…" He whispered out, as his fingers ran through her dark hair. Had he dreamed it, or rather had a nightmare taken over his mind. It had felt so real, he had lost his wife. He had lost Leia, but now here she was in their bunk. His mind was all over the place, as he replayed everything in the mind. He saw the detonator in the man's hand, he saw Leia from a far right before the explosion, or when Luke walked into the med center, and the final image was Leia cold and gone. Sitting up he tried not to lose his balance as he completely rolled over to face his wife.

"Leia, sweetheart wake up…" Han whispered to her. He needed to speak with her, he wanted to tell her how scared he was about losing her. He just wanted to speak to her and kiss her, and see her beautiful brown eyes.

"Han…" She said as she slowly lifted her head up and looked towards him. Her voice sounded rough, almost as if she had not gotten any sleep.

"Hey sweetheart…." Han stopped mid sentence. Her long hair cascaded down around her face, as he traced his eyes over the woman before him. His gaze moving up her face and landing on her piercing blue eyes.

"What the hell!" Han shouted his voice catching as he rolled away from this stranger and off the bed.

"Hey handsome." she said with a smirk, pulling the sheet up and over her naked body.

"Who the hell are you?" Han asked, looking down at the woman in his bunk.

"Oh baby, you really drank a lot last night. Don't worry, we had a lot of fun." She said with an annoying high pitched giggle.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm mar…" Han trailed off as he looked down at his hand, his finger noticeably bare. "Where the hell is my wedding ring?"

"Sorry honey, you didn't mention a wife last night and I didn't see a ring." She said standing up and letting the sheet fall from her body. "How about another round Captain?" She asked, moving to press her chest up against his.

"You need to leave! Han said, reaching down and picking up her thrown clothing. He quickly pushed the items into her arms and grabbed for his own clothing along the way. I wouldn't do this to Leia, Han said over and over again. What the hell was going on, first I dream she's dead and now I'm cheating on her. Han's mind went crazy with thoughts and options as to what was happening.

"Captain you seemed so interested last night." She purred as she tried to run her finger nails down his chest.

"I..I just need you to leave, please." Han pleaded with her.

"Whatever you say baby, you know where to find me." She said with a wink as she slowly palmed the cabin door open and walked out of the room. Han raked his hands through his hair, tugging at his scalp. He was going crazy, he was sure he was going crazy now. Rushing out of the room he was pleased to see that his guest was finally gone. The Falcon looked the same, but at the same time felt so much different. Hearing a sound behind him, Han turned around and let out a sigh of relief as he saw Chewie walk in from the cock pit.

"Your friend leave?" Chewie huffed.

"I…she's not my friend…I don't know her."

"What else is new?" Chewie sighed. Han swallowed hard and tried to get a handle on his feelings and his thoughts. His head was truly spinning and he wondered if the whiskey had really effected him that bad. Reaching out he clutched the chess table and looked towards his furry friend.

"Chewie what is going on! I had a horrible dream about Leia and now there's some random girl here and my wedding ring is gone and I…"

"Slow down." Chewie said waving his hands to make Han stop his ramble. "What are you talking about?"

"I don't know what's happening." Han said shaking his head back and fourth. Walking over he reached for a glass of water, trying to calm his thoughts and the words that were coming out of his mouth. Chewie stared at him confused.

"How much did you drink last night? You two were already wasted by the time you made it back here, and then you started in on the whiskey."

"I…I don't know. Why…Where is Leia?" Han asked, his words coming out in a mash of syllables. He didn't want to hear the truth, that she was gone and he had almost immediately jumped in to bed with someone else. The pain struck his heart, with the simple thought of Leia's death.

"Leia?" Chewie questioned. "As in the Princess?" Chewie tried to clarify. Confusion covering the Wookie's face, as he tried to understand what Han meant.

"Yes! Leia! Princess Leia! My wife!" Han said, his confusion turning to anger. If this was some sort of joke, he wasn't a fan of it. He just wanted to see Leia, that was all he wanted. He needed to know if it was a dream, or if he had really lost her. He needed answers. His heart was hurting at memories of what he hoped was his nightmare. Now he just wanted to know where the hell his wife was. Chewie let out a large laugh and cocked his head at his human friend. Chewie continued to laugh, only adding to Han's anger.

"Wife?" Chewie barked out.

"What…" Han tried but Chewie cut him off.

"You haven't seen the Princess in years…She's not your wife!" Chewie said slowly, hoping Han would understand even if he was hung over.

"That's not true." Han said shaking his head back and fourth.

"Han, you gotta stop drinking."

"I don't understand." Han said slowly. "I had a dream she died…That I lost her." Han whispered.

"As far as I know she's alive and well. I think we would have heard about her death, with how important she is."

"Han, maybe you should go lay down." Chewie suggested.

"I don't need to lay down. I just need to know where Leia is!"

"What is all this talk about Leia now? Gods you haven't mentioned her in years…"

"Years…?" Han questioned.

"Yeah I mean you didn't exactly part on good terms." Chewie said trying to remind Han of all that he had forgotten. Han stayed quiet as his eyes traced the floor to the Falcon.

"Where is she?"

"I'm not sure, Last I heard she was still with the Republic. Could be on Coruscant or maybe some place else. What brought her up?" Chewie asked, still confused on why Han was talking about Leia again. After the last time they saw her, Han and informed him they were leaving and never looked back.

"Where are we?" Han asked, his eyes moving to the ramp of the Falcon. He realized he had no idea what planet he was on.

"Corellia…Han, maybe you should see a medic? Did you hit your head?" Chewie asked.

"I gotta….I need some time." Han said rambling once more and leaving the room to go back into the cabin.

The door slid shut behind him and he sank to the bed. Looking around he could see the differences in this room now. There was no sign of Leia at all. Normally you could see at least a few of her dresses spread out somewhere, or maybe some of her hair pins tossed around. Or the smell of her perfume against their bed, but that was all gone. There was no trace of Leia at all, a woman he apparently hadn't seen in years. Instead the cabin was cold and partially empty. Looking to the spot beside his bunk, Han sighed. He wasn't sure why he expected it to be there, everything was different and his mind was a mess of images and thoughts. He still wished the familiar picture was in it's normal spot. He had a vivid memory of an image that used to sit beside his bunk, their bunk. It was from their honeymoon, Leia was wrapped in his arms and they were rested agains the beach. Leia smiled brightly and her flushed skin reflected the bright sun. Han held her tight in the image and kissed the side of her head. It was one of Leia's favorite pictures of them. Han could almost feel the sun against his skin, from that memory. Opening his eyes he looked back to the empty spot beside his bunk. He could see the image and remembered Leia putting it on the ship and the words she said to him.

"So you'll remember me when you have to leave…"

"Like I could ever forget you, Mrs. Solo…"

What was this memory? He didn't know and he didn't understand what was happening. Was Chewie right? Had he had too much to drink and came up with this false story of his life with Leia. He hadn't seen her in years?

Shaking his head he looked back around the room. Some of his things were spread out here and there but it was nothing compared to what their apartment had been. He assumed he lived a board the Falcon again, if he hadn't seen Leia in years there was no way they shared an apartment on Coruscant. Years, Han thought again. It couldn't be years, he had just seen her and suffered through losing her. She was his wife and he loved her and missed her. Years, he thought once more. Chewie had to be wrong. There was no way Han would go years without seeing his wife, even if Chewie claimed they weren't married.

"You look distressed." A voice said from the side of Han. Jumping once more, he was met with the cloaked figure again. Han's mind registered his presence and he remembered seeing him in the middle of their apartment. He remembered this mystery man asking him questions and talking about Leia.

"You! You're real?' Han questioned.

"I am."

"It wasn't a dream…Leia…she's gone." Han choked on his words.

"In that world yes, your Princess died after the injuries from the explosion." He said slowly.

"What the hell is going on? In that world?"

"You agreed." The voice said calmly.

"Agreed to what?" Han bit out.

"You agreed to give it all up."

"I don't understand! Just tell me what is going on."

"You agreed to accept any version of yourself and the Princess and that is what this world is."

"This world?"

"Different worlds exist Han. Different planes of existence if you will. Things are different here, but I assure you Princess Leia is alive and well."

"She's alive?"

"Of course, this world took a different path from your own. There was no assassination attempt on your wife here. She isn't your wife here."

"Why? Why aren't we married?"

"As your furry friend mentioned, you have not seen Princess Organa in years."

"Why does it have to be so different? Why can't I have her back and be with her? I wanted her back!"

"You wanted her alive, and that is what I gave you."

"But we…she won't remember anything from my…world?" Han questioned.

"She will not. She will only have the memories from this path."

"This isn't what I thought would happen. I didn't understand!"

"All you need to understand is that the Princess is alive here, that should matter to you."

"Of course it matters to me! I just lost my wife! Of course it matters that she's alive now. But she's not my wife! Tell me how to fix this?'

"It doesn't work that way I'm afraid. You accepted that things would be different, This version of you is different. You are a different man and the Princess is not the wife you remember."

Taking in his words Han tried to process it all. He hadn't seen her in years, she wasn't his wife. This world was completely different from the one he had left behind, but Leia was alive.

"When did I see her last?" Han asked, needing some sort of idea to what happened. He needed to understand why Leia wasn't his wife, and when they had left each other.

"That is for you to find out I'm afraid. What you do in this life is your own choice, just remember that things are indeed different. Our agreement brought Leia back, but things had to be lost along the way."

"I don't know how to handle this." Han told him, he wasn't sure he was strong enough for this.

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice…"

With that the cloaked man slowly disappeared and Han was left alone with his thoughts. His mind immediately went to Leia and her soft sweet voice.

*****"This will be a good holiday Han." She assured him as she crawled into his lap and kissed his chin. Han smiled and reached out to run his hands over her thighs. He could feel the warmth from her skin coming from beneath her clothing. He smirked at her, leaning in close.

"You're so sure." Han teased, not wanting to ruin her good mood. She smiled brightly at him and nodded her head.

"I am. I'm so glad we have this time together. Everything feels like its slowing down and becoming normal." She told him, leaning her head against his shoulder. Han's arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her tight against him. He could feel her breath against his skin and it warmed this chilly evening.

"We'll never be normal." Han reminded her.

"We won't, but we can try like hell." She smiled, leaning in once more to kiss his jaw line. Her lips were smooth and warm against his skin. She continued to peck kisses along his jaw, a small laugh echoing out of her lips. Han closed his eyes and enjoyed her lip's movement against his skin. If this is how they would be spending the holiday season, he had no problem with that. Her lips slowly pressed to his, offering him a sweet and simple kiss, hopefully showing him how much she loved him and how happy she was in this moment. Han's eyes fluttered open and he stared at her beautiful face. Her skin looked warm and bright, her smile shining across her face. He loved seeing her happy. He loved making her happy, and right now Leia truly seemed happy. Her fingers danced over his collar, slowly slipping and rubbing against his skin. He couldn't help but sigh into her touch. These moments were some of his favorite with her. Simple moments between husband and wife. Where they could ignore the outside world and just be Han and Leia.

"I love you Princess." He told her, reaching up and pushing her braids back away from her face. Leaning in he placed a soft kiss to her forehead and Leia smiled.

"I love you too hot shot…I'll always love you." She whispered to him. Leaning back against the couch, Han held his wife close, enjoying this quiet moment with her.

Han shook his head and focused back on the space around him. The cabin was silent. Only his harsh breathing could be heard. The fog in his mind was over powering him and he thought only of Leia. Everything about her screamed in his mind and he couldn't silence those thoughts. Nor did he want to. He wanted to remember what the cloaked man had called his world. He was in a new world? A new place? A world where Leia was alive. Maybe he was indeed losing his mind and this would push him over the edge. He didn't know what to believe. Did he listen to a cloaked figure that he knew nothing about, or did he ignore him. He debated it, but knew he could never deny the memories he had of Leia and Leia being his wife. Reaching over he quickly dug through some of his drawers hoping some things hadn't fully changed. Finding what he was searching for he took in a breath of relief. Holding on to his data pad, he swiped it open and began his search.

Princess Leia Organa

Hitting search, he waited as thousands of options popped up. Photos he had never seen of her, stories and articles all about what she had been working on the past few years. He stared down at her image for the longest time, trying to wrap his head around all of this. There she was, his beautiful and breathtaking wife. But she wasn't his wife anymore, she wasn't his.

Chewie said something about leaving on bad terms, Han didn't know what that meant, but he was sure as hell going to find out.

His eyes moved over the various pages, his mind trying to comprehend the new information it was seeing. The images of her looked so familiar but different at the same time. He was so used to seeing her face, each and every day, but something in her eyes was different. He couldn't pin point it, but the way she held herself was new and different. Han wasn't sure he liked it, she seemed hard and stiff. His heart tugged at the small thought of Leia truly being a completely different person. He'd have to get to know her all over again, that is if she let him. He must have watched hours of footage, anything that was available on the holonet. For a while he just stared down at her image, it seemed to be from years ago, and seemed to look much more like his Leia. Her smile was warm and offered comfort, comparing it to her images now, you could drastically see the difference.

"Who are you now Leia?" Han whispered down to the screen. Sighing he continued to scroll through the pages. He couldn't stop looking at her images and her footage, it was some how soothing to him and it helped block out the image of Leia laying silent in the medic's room. He needed to focus, that was all he knew right now. The most important thing was Leia was alive in this world, and Han didn't intend on losing her again.

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