Week Two - 3/25/11 - Extra Set - Prompts Provided by Dove Chocolate Candy Wrappers (this was not unlike picking names out of a hat for a story challenge...)

Take time to feel the sun on your face...

At first, she wasn't sure why he'd pulled her all the way to the open hangar doors after the conclusion of the ceremony that had been both bittersweet and joyous in it's simplicity. But... the longer she stood here, the more thankful she was. There was beauty here, on this moon of a gas giant, lightyears from the destruction of her home. She let go of his hand and tread beyond the hangar bay doors, allowing her skin to drink in the moist sunlight of Yavin's forth moon.

For one moment of an otherwise hectic and traumatic week, Princess Leia Organa was allowed to just be herself.

It's not only okay to be different... It's fantastic!

He frowned as he entered the apartment to find his wife reading yet another datapad. It had been weeks since war had begun anew, weeks since she started pouring over reports like there was something to be found in them that she was just missing. He took two big steps to her side, took the datapad, and got her to look at him. "Enough."

"Wes, I was reading that."

"And now you'll be reading me." At her stare, Wes leered suggestively. "For tonight."

"You, hmmm?"

"Yes. Me."

Roganda smiled, took his hand. "How can I say no to an offer like that?"

Express your gratitude to those you love.

In the quiet order of the living quarters, she'd had time to calm down, finally, after weeks of being stuck at sublight speeds due to a broken hyperdrive. Weeks of not knowing who had made it off of Hoth, and out of contact with the rest of the rebellion. It was only now, here on a city in the clouds of a gas giant, that there was time to think, and reflect. He'd gotten her out of the base one step ahead of Stormtroopers...

Lifting her head to look at him as he looked out one of the many windows, Leia smiled. "Thank you."

Han turned, frowned. "For what?"

"Does it matter?"

He paused. "I guess it doesn't. You're welcome."

It's okay to live without the "big picture" in mind.

For just this moment, here in his arms, Tenel Ka let herself forget about politics and infighting. Let war mean nothing, and thoughts of everything dark in between ceased to matter. Those things were still out there, out in the universe they belonged to, being the cause of so much grief and pain. Those things still mattered, but not right here, and not right now.

No... right now was about the moment, this moment, between them. Something shared, as close to eachother as they'd ever been. All she wanted was Jacen, in the here and now.

Tomorrow could wait a while.

Make whatever you do count.

In the end, it isn't a choice between light and dark. It is a choice between your only son, and the man who had led you to darkness. It wasn't really a choice at all. In an act of defiance, Lord Darth Vader ceases to be, and Anakin Skywalker is suddenly moving to save his son. Moving... pain... collapse... staring down a shaft as haggard breaths tear through you. And a hand to pull you back.

You can't see him, as looking would mean moving, but the touch on your remaining artificial hand tells you all you need to know. It mattered.