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Chapter Two

Han had stayed still for a long while after Luke had told him. He was still trying to wrap his head around it all. Six years. I guess it could be worse, Han thought to himself. But still it was six years. What had happened during all that time? What had his friends done? How had the Galaxy changed? He didn't have any answers and at the moment he didn't feel like asking any. He'd asked Chewie and Luke to give him some time to process it all. The medic of course was pleased with this choice, assuring them all that they shouldn't overload Han while he was still healing. No wonder Luke looked so different, Han thought to himself once again. It was clear that his thoughts were all over the place. Chewbacca had continued to apologize, even after Han tried to tell him it wasn't his fault. Something about failing the life debt, pure craziness as far as Han was concerned. Thinking back it was easy to remember that day. He had asked his friend to take care of the Princess and from what he could tell he had done that. Leia. His thoughts drifted to her now. She was waiting for them on Coruscant. Six years. It continued to ring in his head, he'd been gone for six years. What had Leia done the past six years? The fact that they were headed to Coruscant made Han think something positive had come from the war, but still he had asked no questions.

His heart tugged a bit at the thought of seeing her. Did she still love him? Or had she moved on and found someone better, maybe someone that was better for her. He knew nothing, and part of him was glad that he hadn't asked. He wasn't ready for the truth or the reality of what all these years had done. For now he could still live in the moments he shared with Leia on their way to Bespin. The way her lips felt against his, or how she'd sigh against his ear whenever is fingers traced over her bare skin. The sound of her laugh, something that she thought was ridiculous but he found incredibly sexy. He would continue to live in the quiet moments from when they arrived on Cloud City and enjoyed those final moments together. And her words of love would continue to ring in his mind over and over again. Maybe if he just played these memories on repeat in his mind the truth wouldn't hurt so bad.

Hearing the door slide open, Han watched as Luke walked in. I guess his alone time was over. He didn't blame Luke for worrying about him, but part of Han wanted to just be left alone. Even if it hurt and was confusing, he wasn't sure if he could handle talking and holding a conversation. Luke looked like he wanted to ask him something, or maybe explain the galaxy Han now lived in. Han wasn't sure he was ready for that, but there was no stopping it now. Han's eyes met Luke's and he tried to offer Han a smile.

"How are you?" Luke asked him.

"Processing." Han answered shortly.

"I'm sorry, we felt it was best for you to know before we landed. I know this is hard."

"It's not your fault." Han said quietly. People should really stop blaming themselves for what happened. No one had control of the situation. Han was pretty sure none of them could have stopped Vader from taking him away. Luke wasn't even there, Han thought to himself.

"Do you have any questions?" Luke asked him slowly, careful to not upset him further.

"I…Six years?' Han asked, needing to hear it again.

"Well not fully…" Luke started. "In a few months time…it will be six years…"

"Right." Was that meant to make him feel better? Not quite six years, but we were headed that way. "Did Fett take me to Jabba?" Han asked him.

"At first yes…unfortunately we ran into a few complications. At one point you were moved and that's when we lost you."

"I was moved?"

"We were planning a rescue of sorts." Luke started. "Word got to Jabba and instead of facing us, he made it his mission to keep you from us. We didn't know where he had sold you or hid you for a while…it took a lot of work." Luke sighed, thinking back to all those stressful meetings and missions where they were all desperate to find their friend. It had been a hard time, the years had not made it any better.

"Well thank you for getting me back, I guess…" Han said breathing out a slow breath, it was just so much to take in.

"I can't take the credit. Sure I helped with this mission." Luke said with a smile and a shrug. "But it was all Leia…She tracked you down, with a bit of help from Lando and Chewie." Han nodded. "She did all of this…" Luke smiled once again. Leia was always good at everything she did, Han thought to himself. And apparently that meant tracking him down as well.

"So…She's good?" Han asked, not wanting to sound too desperate for information, but also wanting to know if Leia was truly alright.

"She is." Luke nodded, with another grin. "You'll see her soon. She'll be there when we land."

"Ok…" Han nodded, not sure why that made him so nervous. He wanted to see her, didn't he? So why the hell was he so nervous now?

"We'll be coming up on Coruscant soon…Can I get you anything?" Luke offered.

"Nah…Maybe just some more time to think."

"Alright, you take all the time you need. We're here for you Han." Luke assured his friend. Han stared at him for a moment before deciding on another question.

"What's with the beard?" Han suddenly asked him. Luke chuckled and ran his hands through it.

"It's a Jedi thing…"

"You're a Jedi now? Officially?"

"I am. I even teach younglings these days." Luke said with a warm smile, clearly proud of what he was doing for the galaxy. Han only nodded, just more things to process. "We'll come and get you when we land." Luke said with a sad smile before he turned to leave the room. The medic had made it clear that Han would have to regain his strength in his legs and he wouldn't be walking on his own for a while. He hated feeling this helpless. At least you can see again, His mind reminded him. Glancing across the room Han stared at his reflection in one of the nearby windows. He didn't look any different from what he remembered. I guess Carbonite is a great anti aging tool. Hearing the swish of the door, Han turned and looked at yet another visitor. Gods! When would he have time alone, just to think.

"Captain Solo." The medic greeted as she walked back into the room. "We're preparing to land, I need to check your vitals one last time, before you are transferred to the on planet Medical center."

"I can't just go to my ship?' Han asked, he just wanted to hide away on the Falcon for a few days. He had no idea how long it would take to process this new information. He didn't want to be around people, especially medic's poking and picking at him.

"I'm sorry sir, you still need medical care. Not to worry the Ambassador has made all the arrangements for you."

"The Ambassador?" Han questioned. What type of Ambassador cared about him?

"Yes…Ambassador Organa. I'm sorry, You know her as Princess, I believe."

"Leia?"

"Correct, Princess Leia. Sorry I'm not used to people referring to her so casually."

"Right…Ambassador huh?"

"Yes sir…Everything looks good. Be sure to rest Captain Solo. We don't need you pushing yourself."

"I'll try…" Han sighed.

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Han felt a bit light headed and he wasn't sure if it was his body healing or if it was the nerves. He sat in a hover chair waiting to be moved out and across the platform. Chewie and Luke were by his side, but his eyes were focused out at the platform ahead of them. It looked like a windy day on Coruscant, he could see people's hair whipping back and fourth in the breeze. While his sight was getting better, he was still squinting to see the details across the way. It was hard to make out any faces, especially the face he was looking for.

"You ready?" He heard Luke ask him. He didn't look to him, he simply nodded softly, keeping his eyes out the window. Luke looked over to Chewie and the Wookie nodded his head. The doors opened and the wind pressed against their skin. Han closed his eyes, the cold hitting his face hard. He'd gotten pretty used to the warm medical bay, he hadn't been outside in years, it would seem. Han started to move forward, still keeping his eyes closed as the chair moved him across the platform. He blinked open a few times, trying to adjust his vision to his surroundings. It took one glance forward to make Han force his eyes to stay wide open. There she was, just as beautiful as ever. He watched as she slowly stepped from the shadows of the building behind her. Her eyes were glued to his now, as she stopped walking and just stared forward. He wasn't sure what he should do or say. He just wanted to look at her. She was so perfect, slightly older but it was hardly noticeable. Her hair was pulled back in familiar braids, seeming to be unaffected by the weather conditions, while her dark blue dress whipped and moved in the wind.

"Ambassador Organa." Han heard someone say from behind them. He assumed it was the pilot, as he approached Leia and handed her a data pad. Her eyes flickered over the screen and she nodded to him softly.

"Thank you." She said, her voice coming out so silky and smooth. He didn't even realize how much he had missed her voice. "We'll need to get Captain Solo to the Med Center." She informed the surrounding people, who all quickly nodded. "Be sure his files are transferred over and the staff is prepared for his arrival." She added. Her steps brought her right in front of Han now. "Han…" she whispered out. He smiled up at her.

"Hey ya Princess." She smiled at his tone and continued to stare at him. The rest of the platform disappeared around them, neither wanted to look away. Her heart stung a bit when she thought back to the last time she had seen him. But here in this moment, it was just the two of them, nothing else seemed to matter. Blinking a few times, Leia moved her gaze up and to Luke and Chewie.

"How's he doing?" Leia asked, directing her question to Luke.

"Medic said he's stable, The med center will continue his recovery."

"I'm right here you know." Han smirked, wondering if Luke and Leia remembered he was sitting right in front of them. Leia's eyes flicked back to his and she offered him a small smile.

"It's good to see you." She said, Han noticing how she was trying to control her emotions. Her eyes flashed a bit of pain and she swallowed hard with her words. Maybe it was because of all the surrounding people, or maybe it was him. He hoped it wasn't him, he knew it had been a long time for her, but he didn't want her to close off to him. They'd made such progress together, as what he would consider a couple, and he didn't want to start all over.

"Good to see you too sweetheart." He said offering her yet another smile. Her cheeks flushed a small tint of pink.

"We should get you to the Med Center." She quickly said, offering Chewie and Luke a smile. She quickly turned around and started to walk forward, the three following behind her.

"Ambassador, the personalized shuttle. The press has been blocked." A younger officer told Leia as they walked passed him.

"Thank you!" Leia said quickly, moving to walk a board the shuttle.

"The Press?" Han asked.

"She has always been famous cub, that's only grown over the years." Chewie explained, leaning over so Han could hear him.

"They're hoping for a few holo's of you as well." Luke added, wanting to warn his friend.

"Me!?" Han asked confused! "Why would they want holo's of me?" Han questioned. He noticed Leia giving Luke and Chewie both a warning look.

"Don't worry about that Han. We'll get you to the Med center so you can rest. I'll handle the press…" Leia told him. The shuttle hummed on and Han could feel the odd vibration through out his body. Everyone took their seats, but Han's eyes remained on Leia. Even with all the movement around them he couldn't keep his eyes off her. He watched her eyes dart to the seat beside his chair, but with a quick glance around the room, he watched her sit across from him instead. She felt his gaze and slowly moved her eyes up to look at him. He smiled at her again, he couldn't really help it. Even if it had felt like no time had passed for him, Han was very pleased to see Leia. He wanted to talk to her alone! He wanted to know how she was, and what her life was like now. Leia held his gaze, her heart throbbing against her chest, she wasn't sure she had ever been this nervous. Was this real life? Had they truly found him, alive, awake and seeming to be well. She couldn't believe it, she wondered if she was in denial. But here he was sitting right in front of her after all these years.

The group stayed silent for most of the ride, Han's eyes stayed on Leia, while her gaze looked out and around the city. Han glanced down at her hands and watched as she fidgeted with the material of her dress. He hoped it was just general nerves and that she wasn't unhappy to see him. He remembered Luke's words from the ship. "But it was all Leia…She tracked you down…" Surely she wouldn't have put in such an effort to find him if she didn't want to see him again. Or at least thats what Han told himself, as he continued to stare at her. Maybe it was rude, but Han didn't really care in this moment. She really didn't look much different. Luke's beard completely through off his look, while Leia looked so similar to his memory. Maybe it was because he had spent hours and hours studying her face, her expressions and her delicate skin. He wasn't sure, but she just didn't look very different.

Leia tried to focus her attention on the buildings they passed, even though she could fully feel Han's gaze on her. She knew now wasn't the time, she had already had to control herself on the platform. She wasn't sure how the mass of people would have taken her running towards him and forcing their lips together. Part of her felt silly, feeling so free with her feelings. But it was simple, she had missed him. Leia continued to tell herself that they would have time to talk alone soon. Once they were safely to the med center and Han was being taken care of. The fact that he had survived all of this was amazing to her. The medics had assured her over the years, that even if they found him, he might not still be alive. But here he was, alive and responding to treatment. She let herself smile a small grin, as her eyes found his once more. This was finally happening. She had waited years for this to happen and here he was, an arms reach away. Slowly the shuttle came to a stop, and Leia quickly stood up.

"We better get in fast…" Leia said, noticing the current clear path into the Med center.

"The press must really like you, Princess." Han said.

"You could say that." She sighed. "Shall we…" She said, leading them out and walking towards the building. Things started to move in a blur and Han was just there for the ride. Medics rushed to his side and started taking his vitals, while he watched Leia talking to several other people. It didn't take long to be ushered to his private room, and then the poking began. It would seem that every medic Leia had called in had their own opinion on his condition. It wasn't every day someone was frozen in carbonite, especially for close to six years. Everyone seemed to be pleased with his progress, but their arguments began when they started to discuss continued treatment. Han sighed as he listened to the medic's bicker back and fourth, fighting over the best course of action. Chewie stayed by his side, he hadn't really left his side since they left the ship. He tried to offer Han a smile, but it didn't help Han's mood. Han really just wanted to be alone…Scratch that! He wanted to be alone with Leia.

"Ladies and gentlemen, perhaps this discussion could be held elsewhere. While Captain Solo rests?" Leia suddenly suggested to the room. So many medics in one room, and yet the Princess knew what he needed. Han smiled at her, a silly grin, Gods he really did love her.

"Of course Ambassador." They all nodded and started to leave the room. The lead medic made his way across the room, once again checking Han's drip. The poisons were still making their way out of his system and they wanted to make sure his pain was under control. Checking down all the devices attached the Han, the medic nodded and slowly moved to leave the room.

"You want me to stay cub?" Chewie asked his friend. Han shook his head no and offered Chewie a reassuring smile.

"No, I'll be alright." Han said, looking over to where Leia waited at the edge of the room. "Leia…" Han started, her eyes flicking back up to his. "Can you stay?" He asked. He didn't know what life was like for an Ambassador, but he hoped she had a free moment to talk to him. Leia nodded softly and walked towards his bed. Chewie offered her a small hug as he moved to leave the room. The door slid shut and they were suddenly alone. The silence felt loud and threatening around them. Neither knew what to say, or who should go first.

"How are you feeling?" She asked him, keeping her distance from his bed.

"I'm alright." He nodded, staring over at her.

"Your pain? How is it?"

"Can't feel much, I think its the drip." Han suggested, pointing to the line coming out of his arm. He was feeling slightly dizzy, something that he assumed was from the pain meds and the healing process. "Come sit down…" He offered, patting the side of his bed. Leia hesitated, not sure if that was such a good idea. In the end she ignored her thoughts and stepped forward, letting her heart make the choice for her. Han smiled brightly, as she sat beside him and reached out to take his hand. Her skin was smooth against his and he immediately felt more relaxed.

"Age suits you Princess." Han smirked. Leia blushed and looked down from his gaze.

"Had to catch up to you some how." She teased.

"Well you're a little closer…" His voice trailing off. There was that odd feeling again, that feeling of being with her. It was simple really, their unexpected trip together had changed things between them. He'd truly grown to love being in her presence. He remembered quiet nights with her in the cabin aboard the Falcon, silly evenings playing sabacc at the chess table, or those amazing nights were she let him kiss her and love her all night long. Bespin and Cloud City felt like recent moments to him, but for her it had been several years.

"How are you Leia?'

"I'm well." She answered shortly.

"Ambassador huh?'

"Um Yes. Princess was becoming an outdated title." Leia explained, before silence fell around them. It was almost awkward now, neither knew what to say next.

"I'm proud of you…I don't really know the details." Han sighed. "But I'm gonna take a wild guess and say the war ended well?"

"It did." Leia nodded, before pausing. "I'm so sorry Han." She suddenly said.

"For what?" He questioned, squeezing her hand.

"For taking so long…"

"Leia…" He breathed out her name. She forgot how much she loved him using her name. It wasn't Princess or your worship, just the way he said her real name, she loved it. "It's not your fault. None of this was your fault…I'll get used to it." Han assured her.

"Will you? It's a lot to take in. No one wants to overwhelm you."

"I'm handling it…"

"What's the last thing you remember Han?"

"Well for me, it seems like yesterday you were telling me you loved me." Han smirked, hoping the lightness of his voice would help to erase the frown she currently had rested against her face.

"Right…" She nodded, another blush filling her cheeks. She wondered for a moment how his other memories were. She had been getting normal updates on his condition and Luke had assured her he was doing well, but she wasn't sure what he remembered. Memory loss had always been discussed and brought up when she spoke with Medic's about finding him. It was very possible for the carbonite to have effected thoughts, memories or actions. She just wasn't sure yet.

"What else do you remember?" She asked, nervous to hear his answer.

"I remember a lot of things…" He started.

"Anything relating to us?" She asked, her voice holding caution.

"Hmmm maybe something…" He smirked. "I remember the whole trip, if that's what your hinting at?" How could he forget that. His time with her on that trip had probably been some of the best of his life. He had already knew he loved her before they boarded the Falcon that day, but those weeks together only proved how much he cared for her and how much love he felt between them.

"Han, I know theres a lot of things we need to talk about…I know you need to be updated on the last few years." She started, her fingers tracing over his palm.

"We'll get there…" He told her, loving the feel of her fingers tracing over his skin. He stared so deeply into her eyes now, he wanted so much to kiss her. But she looked so nervous.

"Han I need to tell you something before we go any further…" Leia said, her voice shaking a bit. Han looked at her with concern.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"I'm alright…I Just…" She started to continue when the door slid open once again.

"Ambassador." A medic said as he walked in. Han rolled his eyes, convinced now he would never have a moment to himself, or time alone with Leia.

"Yes…" Leia said, irritation evident in her voice.

"There is a call for you…"

"I'm a little busy right now." She bit out, not understanding what could be so important right this second.

"I'm aware…"

"I informed my staff to hold all of my meetings and calls." Leia told him.

"This is a personal call, Ambassador." He said and Leia cocked her head in confusion.

"It seems your daughter had a nightmare and is having troubles getting back to sleep. Master Skywalker is trying to calm her, but she requested her mother." The medic explained. His words came out in slow motion, or at least that was how Han heard them. He tried to replay what the medic had said in his thoughts, but he continued to be stuck at one word. Daughter. Leia's daughter. Leia had a daughter. Leia was a mother. No that couldn't be right, maybe he had heard him wrong. The pain meds had to be messing with his mind and his whole system, but as he looked up and into Leia's eyes he knew he had heard the medic right. She had a daughter? When the hell did that happen? How old was she?…I guess that's what happens when you suddenly miss six years.

"I…hold on!" Leia suddenly said her voice shaky and shocked. She quickly stood up and offered the medic a silent glare. Why had he come in right then? Why not later, why wasn't she given more time. She looked back to Han and tried to gage his thoughts. "Han…" She started, grabbing his hand and squeezing. "I'll be right back…Ok?" She asked him. He only nodded not looking up to meet her eyes. Leia quickly rushed out of the room, leaving Han alone with the medic.

"How are you feeling Captain Solo?' He asked as he stepped forward to check Han's vitals.

"I'm …fine." Han said, although he knew his heart was beating a million miles a minute. Daughter. Leia's daughter. Leia had a daughter. Leia was a mother. Just like that everything changed. He had been curious to how Leia's life had changed, well there was his answer. "Your heart is going a bit fast, I'm going to up your drip." He told Han, but he wasn't paying attention. He was staring out at the door. Leia was out there talking to her daughter.

"So the Ambassador…She has a daughter?" Han questioned slowly, wondering if he could be more prepared before Leia came back into the room. The medic stared at him for a moment before nodding.

"She does, cute little thing. I've only seen her on the Holo's of course, I'm new to this planet. I avoided the galaxy gossip for several years." The medic explained with a laugh. "But they're a cute family."

"Leia and her daughter…" Han said, still surprised the words were able to come out of his mouth. Her daughter…

"And Master Skywalker, I always see holo's of them together. It's refreshing to see a normal family…Sometimes the Wookie accompanies them as well."

Han's breathing was tight again and he knew his heart might beat out of his chest. He couldn't understand how he had missed that, or why someone hadn't told him. Leia, her daughter and Luke were a cute family, Han repeated in his mind. Leia had a family with Luke, they were a family. More and more changes continued to surface. It would seem six years was much longer then Han had originally thought. At first he felt hurt and pain over come his mind and his body. He'd missed it, his chance with Leia was gone. The time he spent with her meant nothing now. She'd clearly moved on…With Luke. Was this surprising? It wasn't as if Luke's interest in Leia had been a secret, but Han was so sure…he was so sure about how Leia felt for him. She had told him she loved him, and showed how true her words were in loving moments and silent looks. Clearly he had misread something, something that now broke and shattered his heart into a million pieces. Leia wasn't his anymore, she didn't even have a chance to be fully his. He never got enough time with her. This was all wrong, he wanted more time!

Slowly his pain changed and the anger started to surface. He didn't know if he could really blame her, it had been almost six years! Of course she had moved on. But what made his anger catch fire was how they had been acting around him. Luke had talked so openly about Leia on the ship, and how she would be waiting to see them when they all arrived. He had to have known that Han was looking forward to seeing her. He had to have known Han's feelings for her. But instead of telling him the truth, he lied. They all lied, Not even Chewie told him what was happening. He was left to be blind sided by all of this. Maybe that was why Leia seemed so nervous. She knew she had to tell him the truth. Han's jaw clenched as he thought to her moments before, He had been dying for a moment alone with her and now he wasn't sure he could see her again. He wondered if she was asking about Bespin for her own benefit. Surely it would be a lot easier on her if he hadn't remembered the relationship they had started all those years ago. But he did remember, and that made all this more tragic. He would have to continue to remember those sweet and loving moments with her. And he would have to understand that he would never have those again, because Leia had moved on.

He needed to toughen up. Surely all of this would not be easy, when you lose several years, that is never easy. But all of this added on top of it made it that much harder. He had to be strong and focus on getting better and focus on his well being. He didn't want to hurt her, hell he still loved her so much. But he needed to do something to make sure she didn't break his heart further. He'd find a way to make it easer on her, she wouldn't even need to tell him the truth. It would be easier on both of them if he would beat her to it. Taking a deep breath, Han felt another stab to his chest. He wasn't sure if it was still his body healing or if it was the thought of never getting a chance at a future with Leia. Either way it hurt and he hated how it felt.

Hearing the door slide open yet again, Han looked up and watched as Leia walked back into the room. She looked so flustered, and a look of worry flashed across her face, as her eyes came to land on Han. He didn't say anything, he didn't know what to say to her.

"Han…" She quickly said, moving back over to the bed. She sat back down on the edge of his bed and looked over at him. She reached over and tried to take his hand, but he quickly slid it away from her. Something flashed across her face, perhaps intense emotions. But as soon as it was there it was gone again.

"Listen Leia…this is all strange for me…" Han started.

"Maybe we should talk later, wait until your feeling better…" Leia suggested, she knew he needed time to rest and all of this was happening much too fast for his brain.

"Leia…"

"Yes?" she said looking down at the hand he had slid away from her.

"I'm just not sure how I feel about everything…" He told her, she arched her brow. His tone was very different now and almost distant.

"Everything?"

"I just mean…I'm a little confused. Thinking back I'm not sure what I feel, or how I feel about what happened between us." He said trying to find the right words, but even the thought of speaking to her like this shattered him. It was basic instinct to protect ones self. So if he had to put his walls back up and push her away to do it, then that's what he needed to do. His mind was very foggy and he wondered if it was the stress of this all, recently being unfrozen or the meds they had put him on. He debated for a moment if he should be having this conversation right now, while he was feeling so ill, but he had to rip the bandage off now. It would be better for everyone in the long run, if he made it clear that he wouldn't be getting in the way of her family. "We were acting on impulse…built up tension is all." He told her.

"You're talking.." Leia paused, trying to find the right words for her question "You're talking about us…sleeping together?" She asked. Her mind flashed through memories, thoughts and feelings she had held on to for all these years. The way Han held her or kissed her, made her feel safe for the first time in a long time. Han nodded and cleared his throat.

"Yeah…I mean…I'm not sure what would have happened to us. Or if we really would have stayed together…" We could have! You love her, Han's mind screamed at him. Don't do this! Just talk to her! His mind continued to yell at him. But something logical in his thoughts told him this would make things easier on Leia. If she had moved on and had a happy family now, she didn't need to be worrying about him or the past between them."I think you were confused when you said you loved me. Everything happened so fast…Vader was there and we were all scared. I don't want you to feel like you owe me anything…" Han rambled on now.

"I was confused?" She asked, her voice coming out tight. She didn't know if she should feel hurt by those words, or pissed off that he thought he could assume how she felt.

"Yeah…our feelings back then were just confusing Leia." NO they weren't! his mind continued to scream at him. You Love her! Fight for her! His thoughts begged him. Leia stared at him, taking in his words. Han blinked several times, continuing to try and clear his mind, but nothing seemed to be helping.

"So you didn't feel the same way then?" She asked him.

"I…Leia…" Han paused, trying to force himself to put more distance between them. "I'm not sure what we felt was real…" Han said trying to play it off, wondering if she would ever believe his words. The simple sentence disgusted him, she had meant so much to him and still did. He'd done the fun one night stands before, the nights that meant nothing, the ones that he never thought about again. Leia was not that, she never had been and she never would be. She was so much more. He'd give anything to kiss her now and hold her like he had all those years ago. But that wasn't an option now. As much as it hurt him, he wasn't going to get in the way of the family Leia had created. I won't get in the way, Han's mind chanted over and over again. She was allowed to be happy, even if he wasn't a part of that happiness.

"Right…" She said in a very quiet voice. Han couldn't quite read her expression now, he thought he saw pain, but that confused him. He thought this would help her. If he cut her off then she wouldn't have to face the awkward conversation of telling him about her life now, telling him there was nothing between them anymore. He thought he was helping her, but he saw no relief on her face.

"About what the medic said…" Leia started, but Han stopped her.

"It's none of my business…I mean congrats, I'm sure you are an amazing mother." He said. Part of him would love to hear about her daughter, but the other part of him wasn't ready to hear about her happy life without him. "Leia? you alright?" He asked her, reaching over to touch her hand. Leia quickly stood up and turned away from him. For a split second he thought he saw a tear slide down her face but her hand quickly wiped it away. She stayed with her back to him for a few moments before she turned around and faced him.

"Thank you for being honest with me Han. I appreciate it." She told him, her voice was cold and emotionless now. He just stared at her, she seemed upset, but Han couldn't understand why. He was doing this for her, she didn't need him as a complication in her life. No matter what had happened between them back then, it was different now. Leia had a life, and by the sound of it a very good life. He couldn't mess that up for Leia. He needed her to be happy, even if that wasn't with him.

"Leia…" He tried but she cut him off.

"It's late, I should be getting home." She said with a quick nod.

"Leia…Thank you, for everything you did for me." He said with full honesty.

"Of course Han…You're my friend." She said with a tight smile. He smiled back, both of them clearly faking their happiness. There was no love in their smiles, only despair, as both their hearts broke for two very different reasons. Both oblivious to what had just happened, or how both of them had received the wrong story! Han watched as Leia walked out of the room, the door sliding shut behind her.

In his mind she had been telling him she loved him just yesterday, but that was an illusion. It was a hope of something that would never happen now. Sighing, Han looked around at all the machines he was now hooked up to. Leaning back he closed his eyes, but even in the darkness all he could see was her face.

Don't throw things at me! Maybe not what some of you were expecting? So bad timing right? And Damn that medic for confusing Han! Before you all decide to hate me, I based Han's reaction to "Leia's family with Luke" from the end of ROTJ, when he thought Leia loved Luke... I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!And like where I'm taking this story! I ended up rewriting this chapter like 4 times! Of course more coming soon! I would love to hear your thoughts and opinions!