AN: Hi, I feel the need to finish this so that I can get on to other stories (I'm not cutting the story short - just posting the end quicker) so I'm posting up the last of it. The last chapter will give you a timeline for this AU series and some other thoughts by me. Read or not, all up to you. Reviews have been really quiet for a while but are always appreciated. Since we are done I'd love to hear what you think. Thanks for reading.

Chapter Twenty Nine

Two years later

It was late when Leia got home from work. The debates in the Senate had dragged on much longer than expected and no matter that she wanted to get home to her boys, work was still a driving force in her life and she was dedicated to it.

Things had settled as much as possible since the devastating news of Breha's death, and it seemed both Han and Ben had grown to accept it, though she still saw questions in Ben's eyes from time to time, usually when he reached out to her through the force but instead found her unbreakable mental walls in place.

Given what she felt was a betrayal of Han's trust in her, she felt he loved her much more than she deserved, but she couldn't help but be grateful that he was still there with her and Ben. She both dreaded and welcomed the day Breha would come back in their life, grateful for the joy she would give Han, dreaded because Han would find out the horrific truth of the actions she had taken under Luke's guidance.

But that was the future and for now she was going home to her boys. She keyed her access through the data pad outside the door, and was amused to hear raucous laughter and what could only be wrestling as bodies were punched, pushed, and an occasional thud and the curse which followed. She set her data pad down on the counter in the kitchen and strolled into the living room to see Ben, who had already grown to a height taller than her sitting on Han with his father's arms pinned behind his back.

"You're cheatin!" Han complained.

"Am not!"

"Are too! You can't use the force when you're wrestlin'!"

"But you're bigger than me!"

"That's how it is sometimes, kid!" Han grinned at the floor and threw Ben off of him, flipped him over and pinned him to the floor, his arm over his son's chest.

"Oww! You're not supposed to hurt me!"

"Hurt you? Ha! You're like you're old man, tough as nails!" Han laughed gleefully. "Now try to move me."

Ben snorted, his eyes bright with mischief.

"No, you don't! No cheatin'!"

"But Dad! What about the times I may have to win at any costs?" Ben said and narrowed his eyes as he used the force to push his father off him.

Han swore and grabbed Ben's ankle as the boy started to get up and run from him. Laughing he tripped and knocked over an End Table and all of the items on it, including an expensive vase that had been given to Leia.

"Shit!" Han swore.

"Oh no! Mom's going to kill us!"

"I'll definitely think about it," Leia said surveying the damage as she gave her boys the critical eye.

Han and Ben looked at each other and drew together to face her.

"Remember, Kid, there's strength in numbers."

"It was his fault," Ben said as he pointed at his father.

"Kiss ass," Han complained and smacked Ben on the back of the head.

"I'll let you two figure out how to clean it up because I am going to my room."

"That's it?" Ben gaped at his mother.

"For now." Leia gave him a cool look, but the humor was evident in her face. "If the two of you can manage supper I will consider forgiving you."

Ben and Han stared at each other for a moment and then watched Leia disappear down the hall.

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Leia had just changed into her casual black pants, and large, comfortable, warm green sweater and was surveying herself in the mirror when she felt a pair of welcome warm hands encircle her waist, followed by a pair of warm, familiar lips on her neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he made his way up to her lips.

"Ahh, my destination at last," he breathed in her ear and kissed her lips.

"Pirate."

"Scoundrel, remember?"

"Mercenary."

"I like Pirate better. Will there be plunder later tonight?" He whispered, continued to drop small kisses on her face and neck.

"Should I let you? You broke one of my favorite vases."

"Tell me how I can make it up to you. I will be happy to earn your forgiveness…in whatever manner you deem appropriate."

Leia shivered, this man still knew how to get her excited after these years, and he was working his magic on her because she could feel herself getting warm, and it wasn't the temperature in the room.

"Han, we can't…"

"Yeah, I know. Junior."

"You shouldn't call him that, he isn't Han Junior. Thank God." She rolled her eyes.

"It's not a bad name." He protested. "You seem to like it!" He growled in her ear. "Han! Oh, Han!"

"Stop it!' Leia punched him in the chest.

"Oww, your Worship. You have a wicked right hook."

"That's not all that's wicked," she dropped her voice a suggestive look in her dark eyes.

"Now we're getting somewhere."

"Later."

"You're right." He swooped her in for a long, lingering kiss and then stepped away.

"How's dinner coming?"

"Well, coming is the key word. We ordered take out – I put Ben in charge."

Leia covered her mouth in laughter. "Oh Gods, what will we end up with?"

"He's getting better, we only had leftovers for three days last time."

Leia smiled at her husband. "He is doing better, isn't he?"

"Seems to be. Ever since he got a good diagnosis," he snorted with disdain.

"Split personality disorder is pretty rare, Han."

"Yeah, and our kid got stuck with it," Han sighed and sat on the bed.

"He is having fewer episodes."

"That's somethin' I guess."

"It's a lot be happy about."

"I am it's just…" Han shifted uncomfortably.

"Go on."

"It's the force stuff, it makes things harder for him."

"It does, you're right. And at some point we will need Luke's help."

"Aww, Leia. I know he has the Academy now and is training force sensitives but I don't want Ben to leave. I think he needs to stay with us." Han sighed. "He needs a doctor not a Jedi Master."

Leia sighed. "We've had this discussion before and have agreed to disagree."

"That's fine until we have to make a decision." Han huffed. "Ben doesn't want to go to the academy, he doesn't want to be a Jedi." Han arched an eyebrow. "Neither did you."

Leia was quiet for a bit before she turned to Han. "I think it's the best thing for him. Luke says he can help Ben. You know we can't."

"He says what he could do with that kind of training frightens him," Han said softly.

"Frightens him? When did he tell you that?"

"Don't know, not long ago. He said Kylo wants him to go."

"Kylo." Leia grimaced at the mention of Ben's alter ego, and the way it sent shivers of uneasiness throughout her whenever she thought of his other self-proclaimed name.

"Leia, what is it?"

"Nothing, I just hate Ben has to go through this. But I think it will be all right, I'm sure Luke can help him work around this."

"Leia!" Han began to protest but was interrupted by Ben yelling at them to come and pay for the food that had just arrived. "Okay, later."

"Yeah, just not tonight. I have other plans for you, "the smile he loved was back on her face.

"Promise?"

"Promise, Flyboy."

He gave her a quick kiss again and then dropped an arm around her. "Did you know our son had a great idea for my career change?"

"He did? And what would that be?"

"A Racer." Han's eyes lit with excitement. "I've thought of it before."

"You have mentioned it." Leia eyed him thoughtfully. "And it's dangerous and reckless enough to make you happy, isn't it?"

Han shrugged and gave her his trademark crooked grin. "I dunno, maybe."

"I suppose you should work again. We'll talk." She smiled and patted his cheek.

"Really?" His excitement was almost bursting out of him. "I could be gone a lot."

"And I'm not? It's time you did something you love too."

"Later?" He asked, his hazel eyes alive with an excitement that she hadn't seen in such a long time, an excitement which warmed her heart.

"Definitely, later."

"Come on, you guys! Time for dinner!" Ben yelled from the kitchen.

"Our child demands our presence," Han said in good humor.

Leia squeezed his hand and he dropped his arm around her and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Love you, Princess."

"Love you too, Nerfherder."

The smell of Corellian takeout wafted throughout the Suite as they approached the kitchen and Han ruffled his son's hair as he passed by him. "Good choice, Kid. I love Corellian."

"Yeah, Dad, I wonder why," Ben smirked as Han went to the door to pay the delivery droid.

"Smart mouth," Han quipped.

"Where'd I get it from?" Ben responded.

Han threw him a look of reproof but Ben saw the amusement and laughed at his Dad.

The scene was precious, valuable, something to store within Leia's memory to always hold within her as she watched father and son interact. She knew these moments couldn't last, that there were more problems for them on the horizon both personal and for the Republic at large. Something was wrong in the galaxy, a dark power was rising and she could feel it but had no way to know what it was yet let alone how to stop it, so for the moment all she could do was watch and wait and hope her family would struggle through whatever was going to happen. They had given enough, they were finally free to enjoy their life, weren't they?

"Come on, boys, stop arguing and dish up the food. Momma's hungry and I haven't decided how to punish you yet for breaking my favorite vase."

Ben stopped joking with his father and his face blanched he had forgotten about the earlier shenanigans and the accident with his mother's things. "I'm sorry, Mom."

"It's okay. Food first and then we talk."

Ben nodded and got out the plates and silverware. Leia turned to Han and wasn't at all surprised to see a happy smirk on his face, and she laughed.

"So you're going to punish me?"

She nodded. "I most certainly am."

"Good. I like to have something to look forward to," he said softly only for her ears.

Ben returned with the plates and serving spoons and regarded at his mother. "Are you going to punish Dad too?"

"Oh, yes. I'll make sure he's punished. He's going to have to work extremely hard to get in my good graces again."

"I'll do whatever I have to," Han said contritely.

"Me too," Ben said with a sigh following Han's example.

"That's all well and good, but I'm still hungry. Food!" She grabbed a plate and began filling her plate. The boys shrugged and following her lead, they all sat down at the dinner table enjoying both the food and the company.

"Mom, I have a great idea for Dad."

"What would that be, honey?"

"He should be a racer. He'd be great at it."

"Oh he would, would he?" Leia raised an eyebrow and smiled, pleased their immediate future seemed happy and calm.

"And we could go see him race."

"You have this all figured out, don't you?"

Ben nodded. "Yeah, it's like this…"

She settled back to enjoy her meal and listen to her son's argument that her Hotshot husband should start a new career. Seeing the smile on Han's face she already knew what her answer would be but she wasn't above listening to them argue their case, so she nodded and listened with serious intent to everything they said, internally at peace with herself for the first time in a long time.

THE END

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AN: Yes, this really is the end of this story. The intent of this was not to follow their lives all the way up to TFA, but rather have reasons for there to be rifts in Han and Leia' relationship which would allow for TFA to happen. I think this story has set up the possibility for TFA to happen the way it did. This loosely works into the idea of Han being a racer (from Bloodlines).

To this point this story is based on the film world of SW only. My fix-it fic for TFA is up next; Unfinished Business, and it is definitely AU. It's different from any other fix-it fic I have read so far so I hope you will enjoy it.

Last chapter listed for this story are ramblings from me. Read or not, agree or not, completely up to you. Thanks for reading my story. Reviews are treasured. Please review.