Notes:
Trigger warning for this chapter: Brief reference to the torture and attempted sexual assault that occurred in Chapter 19.
Wow, guys, we're almost there... next Monday I'll be posting the very last chapter!
An important disclaimer: As I wrote this fic, I strove to make it canon-compliant—at least compliant with the canon that existed at the time. Now that I'm posting this, however, a few things have changed; notably, we've seen the release of the first issue of the new line of Star Wars comics set after ESB. While I haven't had a chance to read it yet, I'm pretty sure it diverges from what I've written in my final two chapters, and I have no desire to change any of what I've written to fit it. I know most of you don't even care about canon—this IS fanfiction after all—but I just wanted to give you and all future readers a heads up anyway!
One last thing: Several of you have asked me if I'm planning on writing a Leia-focused fic like this one about ROTJ. First of all, I'm super flattered that you'd like more! Tbh though I don't really see myself writing it as another big multichapter; however, I would really like to do a few shorter fics about it. So keep an eye out for those! That being said, things can always change. If I discover that there's an arc I really want to tell through the whole story, I may find myself in over my head again ;)
Alright, I'm done blathering. Back to the story...
Chapter 24
The Kaliida Nebula was about six hours away, not counting the brief stops they'd have to make every few hours to switch hyperlanes. Lando had once again joined Chewbacca at the Falcon's helm; they had both insisted in no uncertain terms that Luke and Leia get some rest, promising they'd comm if they needed anything. She was tired enough not to argue.
Immediately after the jump to hyperspace, Luke had sat frozen, staring out the viewport into the whirling star tunnels. He'd glanced at her when she offered him a hand, looking for all the universe as if she were his only tether away from the maw. Silently, he'd let her help him back to the crew quarters, and once more she shakily attached the fluids line and pulled a blanket over him.
He was gazing up at her again, now, eyes wide and hollow. "Leia," he whispered.
Tenderly, she brushed the hair from his forehead and reached down to clasp his remaining hand, squeezing it. She perched on the edge of his bunk. "I'm here," she said softly. "You're safe now." Slowly, his eyelids began to flutter, and he drifted off into a fitful sleep.
She sat there for a long time, weariness bleeding into her bones, listening as his breathing grew deeper. Finally, when she was fairly certain her movement would not wake him, she slipped her hand carefully out of his, turned out the light, and walked over to her bunk, curling up on top of it without bothering to remove the blanket.
The pillow smelled like Han.
She thought of him laying there next to her, his fingers tangled in her hair. She thought of the hungry kisses she had never wanted to end. She thought of easy laughter and healing tears, of potent words and new openings.
She thought of the bed on Cloud City, and how they'd never have the chance now to find out if she'd regret it. She thought of his rending screams, of coils and needles and agonizing pain. Of Captain Orffa's leers, her ripped shirt, his broken neck as he lay on the other side of the room. Of Vader's hated mask, cold and merciless. Of throbbing rage. Of helpless grief.
Of finally saying "I love you." Of the one she loved, turned to stone and torn away.
All the emotions she'd been trying to hold at bay rushed in. Her defenses crumpled, and the first tears came in like a flood, violent and inevitable. Burying her face in the pillow to muffle the sound, she wept, her body shaking with sobs. She wept until every breath came as a gasp; until she could no longer imagine what it was to not be weeping. She wept for Han, and for Alderaan, and for every loss in between. For a galaxy full of loss, cracked all the way through with the cruelty of it.
Long after her tears ran dry, she lay there, face still buried in the pillow—Han's pillow—breathing in the scent of him. She wasn't ready to let him go.
She wouldn't let him go.
She would find him, somehow.
Slowly, exhaustion crept up on her, disarming her resistance just as her tears had done earlier. She gave into it with a mild sense of relief, letting her eyes close.
I don't regret it, she thought as she began to drift off. Sleepy astonishment at the realization gave way to the certainty that she had always known this, somehow, despite her fears. I don't regret loving him. Not one bit. As much as this hurt—and oh, how it hurt—she would gladly love him and lose him again.
Then sleep took her, carrying her far away into blessed nothingness.
She was woken up what felt like minutes later by the chime of her comm.
Lando's voice was on the other end. "We've stopped at Terminus," he said. "We need you up here to watch for Imperials while we search the ship for homing beacons. We've got her pretty well hidden behind a moon, but it's a race against time until they find us."
Trying to keep any bitterness out of her voice, she gave her consent and stumbled groggily toward the cockpit. Lando gave her a look when she arrived—she must have looked like hell, with red-rimmed eyes and smeared makeup—but to his credit he didn't say anything, only giving her a nod on the way out. Chewie was already gone. She moved to sit in the co-pilot's seat, but changed her mind halfway there, instead opting for the captain's. Curling her legs beneath her, she leaned back into it, smelling its faded leather and a hint of old cologne. She scanned the starfield carefully, glancing at the sensor displays afterward for any signs she might have missed. There was nothing; only stars. On the other side of the moon, she knew, the sky would be filled with ships of all kinds. Terminus was a busy world; she hoped that, as such, it would distract the Empire long enough that they wouldn't find the Falcon.
She shifted in her seat, anxious. Finding the homing beacon would likely take Chewie and Lando awhile—they had to suit up to examine the hull, after all—but she wished they would hurry and be done with it. Normally, this would have been made a much easier exercise by simply scanning the hull via the ship's sensors, but the Empire had certainly disabled that function. Or rather, they probably just hadn't bothered to fix it—it was, after all, one of the sensor systems that had been damaged during their escape from Hoth.
The minutes ticked by. Fifteen minutes passed, then half an hour. A light freighter moved into view. She stiffened, then relaxed again as it jumped to hyperspace moments later.
Forty-five minutes. Her eyelids drooped; she pinched her arm to stay awake.
Finally, she heard the door open behind her, and Chewie came in with a roar. «We found it,» he said. He was triumphant, but his voice was laced with sorrow. She knew enough of him now to hear it. She caught his gaze, and he sat down next to her. For a minute, they looked out on the emptiness together. «You should go back to bed, Little Princess,» he finally said, his voice gentle.
"You sure you don't need sleep?" she whispered.
«I will,» he said, «but I have strength left to spare, and I was not hurt as badly as you. Go sleep.» She nodded and got up just as Lando came through the door. She didn't look at him as they exchanged places. Hazily, she walked back to the crew quarters, fell in her bunk, and was once more lost in unconsciousness.
Leia's eyes flickered open. How long had her comm been beeping? Yawning, she sat up, flipping on the light over her bunk, and froze as all the memories of the previous day flooded back in. The deep ache in her chest nearly knocked her over, and she fought off the urge to lay back down and forget everything again.
Luke. She had to make sure he was okay. She glanced over towards the other side of the room; there he lay, as still as a stone. Alarmed, she leapt out of bed and lurched over to check on him. His chest rose and fell, and she sighed in relief. He was in a deep sleep. That was good.
Feeling her heartbeat calm again, she sat back down on her bunk and answered her comlink. "Yes?" she croaked, her voice hoarse.
"Just wanted to let you know we've arrived at the Kaliida Nebula," said Lando. "Whenever you're able, I'll let you take over and see if you can reach that contact of yours. Could use a little shut-eye myself."
"Of course," she said curtly. "I'll be right there."
When she arrived, Chewie was once again nowhere in sight. She felt a pang in her chest, thinking of his grief. At least, she thought, he was getting some sleep, too.
Lando nodded awkwardly to her as they switched places again and left without a word. For a minute, she stared at the glowing pink clouds outside the viewport. She knew he'd be just a comm away, but still, she was nervous. The nebula could be perilous. From time to time, it was home to migrating neebray mantas, which could do some serious damage to ships. Moreover, if the Empire had somehow found out about this checkpoint—
She felt her throat constricting and her heart pounding, and she stopped the thought short. Yes, the Empire had caught up with them a few too many times recently—she had good reason to be fearful of that. But she should be wary, not paranoid. This was the best chance they had to make contact with the Alliance. Straightening, she set a Rebel-coded message to broadcast at intervals to the surrounding parts of the nebula, then she took the Falcon on a leisurely tour through the cloud tunnels.
An hour later, she had a reply. It was also in Alliance code, and it gave her coordinates to meet nearby. She tensed. The Empire could have cracked that code since she was gone, they could have found out about this location, they could have—
She forced herself to breathe slowly. "Chewie," she said into the comlink, "I'm making contact. I may need backup if it's not who I think it is."
The Wookiee yawned, but he didn't hesitate. «I'm coming,» he said.
Soon both he and Lando joined her again in the cockpit. She felt bad that they'd only had an hour of sleep, but she supposed there was nothing to be done.
Well, mostly bad. She didn't feel all that bad about Lando. As far as she was concerned, he could suffer. He sat behind her, keeping watch as she and Chewie maneuvered the ship to the meeting point.
Finally, the clouds in front of them parted, revealing an X-wing.
"You've gotta be kidding me!" the pilot whooped upon seeing their ship. "I was starting to think I'd never see that hunk of junk again! Is the princess there?"
Leia breathed a sigh of relief. "Hi, Wedge," she said, transmitting the codes to confirm it was her.
"Good to hear your voice, Princess," he said. "High command's been going out of their minds. They figured if you survived, you'd make your way here. Lucky you found me now; they were beginning to think it was a lost cause. We probably wouldn't have been patrolling out here much longer."
"Thanks for waiting," she said.
"Where's ol' Han?"
All the words seemed to dry up in her mouth, and she sat silent for a moment. "He's gone," she said finally, her voice quiet. Chewie let out a mournful wail.
She heard Wedge exhale. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice full of genuine grief. "Sending you the jump coordinates now."
Within a few minutes, they'd left the bright clouds of the Kaliida Nebula behind and were headed home. It wasn't truly home, of course—Home was Alderaan, and that was gone forever. These days, though, the Alliance had become the only home she could claim to have. But whatever familiarity it offered, it would be empty without Han.
"Hey," Lando said from behind her, startling her. She didn't turn around. "Chewie 'n I have been talking and…" he faltered for a moment, then he went on. "…We're gonna find Han and bring him back. We'll leave for Tatooine as soon as we can get fueled and ready."
She leaned back in her seat. "You got a plan?"
Chewie responded. «We have some ideas, yes, but we wanted to talk with you and Luke and hear yours, too.»
Leia nodded slowly. "We'll discuss it when we get there, after the briefings. I don't want to put too much strain on Luke before then. He doesn't even know what happened yet."
"Sure thing," said Lando.
She clenched her teeth to avoid telling him to shut up. Instead, she shifted her focus outside, watching the whirlwind starlight.
Somewhere out there, Han was trapped, but alive. And somehow, they would find him and bring him home.
A warmth grew inside her chest; the fire of hope.