Another day, another chapter! Thanks so much for reading! This is a key chapter with many revelations...

He slammed the button to close the closet doors with a frustrated force that even he couldn't explain.

"Han," she looked at him with a convincing amount of deniability. "I don't know whose clothes those are."

"They're a man's clothes…" he stated the obvious, unable to decipher anything else.

"Han, I don't know how else to tell you that I have no idea what is going on." Now her frustration was reaching an all time high and her head was starting to pound again. "I have never been in this place before and I have no clue how we ended up…"

Her rant was broken when the device in her pocket began to beep.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm down as she looked at the screen and the caller.

"It's Mon again," she announced as she felt some relief.

He quickly prompted her and seemed to also revel in another person's conversation. "Answer it."

She did and they both watched as the blue figure appeared again.

"Leia, I'm glad I caught you again…"

"Mon, what is going on here?" She didn't give the caller time to finish. Instead, she practically pleaded for an answer to all the questions that were swimming in her head.

The caller's eyes became curious, her head tilted. "Going on where? Are you still at the med center?"

Leia shook her head as her free hand came up to rub her throbbing temple. "No, we're at Venillium Court."

"So you're home?"

Home? "What?" She questioned and then defended her own knowledge base. "No I'm not 'home.' I've never seen this place in my life!"

"Leia, I'm…" The caller was again cut off by Leia's increasingly loud rant.

"Is this a trick of the Emperor? Have we been captured? Where am I, Mon?"

Leia Organa never panicked, but this desperation was as close as she ever got. She was out of breath by the time she finished, her heart and head pounding in rhythm with each other.

There was a pregnant pause on the other side of the line. "Leia, I heard you were in a speeder accident. What happened?"

Leia shook her head. "I don't know," she took another breath. "Last night I went to sleep in my bunk in the Rebellion base on Hoth where we have been stationed for well over a year. And now they tell me I'm on Chandrila?"

Mon swallowed, she paused as she bent her head down for a brief moment before raising her head to see the silent man in the background.

"Han, what do you remember from your accident?"

He was asked a question and so he answered, stepping further into the holo so he was standing beside Leia.

"There was no accident," he insisted throwing both his arms to the side. "Luke never came back from his patrol so I went out lookin' for him. Only it was too cold for us to get back so I set up a base camp for the night."

"On Hoth? Hoth was the last thing both of you remember?" She verified.

"Yeah," Han said at the same time as Leia breathed an exasperated, "Yes."

Mon took another pause and held both her audience members in bated breath, waiting for her to say something, anything that would make their distorted puzzle pieces fit into this story they were living.

"Are you both sitting down?" She finally said as she raised her head and clasped her hands at her waist.

Leia, not wanting to waste any more time, immediately sat on the corner of the bed.

"Han sit," she ordered when he was slow to react.

Eventually, he lowered himself next to her. He realized that he might actually need to sit down to comprehend whatever news Mon had for them.

"We're sitting now," Leia announced.

Mon met their eyes as best she could virtually. She spoke calmly but confidently. "I think you are both suffering from amnesia."

"Amnesia?" Han's face immediately crinkled in jocular disbelief, a knee-jerk reaction. "Why would you think that?"

"Because the Rebellion base on Hoth was abandoned and destroyed by the Empire 4 years ago."

A deafening silence followed that felt like torture. No one was willing to speak or even begin to comprehend what that fact meant, if it was indeed a fact.

"What?" His face crinkled even more, this time with a genuine utter disbelief. Disbelief that those words were even coming out of her mouth. What was she on?

If she was on drugs, there were none of the usual tells in her formidable countenance as she continued with a firm understanding. "You both managed to escape Hoth safely when it was under siege by the Empire 4 years ago. The Rebellion went on to defeat the Empire less than a year later, after the final battle was won in the Endor system."

Endor system? Han knew she was saying words but none of this made any sense. He took a breath as he tilted his head. "Look lady," his hand came up with a firm swipe in front of him. "Slow down… What are you talkin' about? I've never been to Endor."

The blue figure nodded. "But you have, General Solo."

Her defiance of his threw him back. Who was she to know where he hand and hadn't been. "Says who?"

If she was irritated by his harsh push back, she didn't show it. "Says the entire galaxy. You were a key asset in bringing down the second Death Star that led to our victory."

General? Second Death Star? Victory? It felt like he was listening to a childhood story about goblins and ghosts. It couldn't possibly be true. It was a fantasy, a dream that could never be actually based in reality.

The only thing that would come out of his slackened jaw was an amused laugh, the sound cutting through the dead silence. He finally let his fixated eyes veer from the blue image and to the other person in the room who was being strangely quiet.

Leia sat stone faced, or maybe it was more of a stoic face. It was unreadable, but she was certainly not laughing.

His laughter cut off immediately at seeing her expression. Nobody was laughing. Eying the two woman, he uttered. "This has to be a joke, right?" The last word sounded more like a plea than anything else.

Leia's eyes finally moved, turning down slightly for only a second as she curled her lips in and ran her tongue over the bottom one. "Palpatine?" She whispered.

"Palpatine was killed," Mon relayed, a significant amount of accomplishment in her voice.

Killed. Palpatine was dead. Leia played that over in her head twice before asking her next question. "What government prevailed?"

"Ours." Mon's face shifted, her lips turning up with pride. She continued. "I was named Chancellor with limited powers and the Galactic Senate was revived to its former glory."

Another pregnant silence followed, one where both Han and Leia could do nothing but just stare at Mon Mothma, apparently the new Chancellor. It wasn't sinking in. Not with either of them.

Mon must have noticed that nothing was internalizing from the slack jawed and bleary eyed virtual figures who sat before her. "You're a Senator again, Leia." She tried once more to give clarity or say anything that would snap them out of their stupor. "A very influential one at that."

That didn't seem to break through to Leia, her eyes were still laced with utter disbelief.

Mon was about to tell them about other aspects of their lives that changed when Leia suddenly went on full alert, her back straightening and a wave of panic flooding through her eyes. "What about Luke?" Her suddenly animated face asked with fervor. "Where is he?"

Mon closed her mouth and forgot about whatever additional information she was about to share. She nodded her head before cautiously answering. "Luke Skywalker played a big part in our eventual victory, as did the both of you…"

"Where is Luke now?" She interrupted.

"He is off planet." She followed up on her short answer. When she noticed that Leia was still in a panic. "He's okay. He survived through the war."

Leia's shoulders visibly dispelled the tension that had accumulated since the thought of Luke entered her mind. "So he was okay after a night out on Hoth?"

Mon hesitated before nodding. "I don't recall hearing about a specific incident with Skywalker on Hoth, but I suppose that never reached my leadership level."

Han was slightly put off by a minimization of his rescue efforts. He was about to respond when Mon uncharacteristically raised her hand to her temple, suddenly squinting her eyes as if she had just experienced an instant headache.

"I need to contact Luke," she stated assuredly as her hands went back to their resting position clutched in front of her waist. "I'm sure I can find a way to reach him, and I think I should do it right away and let him tell you a few important things himself."

Mon seemed to pause as she glanced back and forth between Han and Leia eventually stopping on the woman before her.

"Leia, I'll try to rearrange some things so I can meet you at your apartment sooner." She drew out her words. "There is much to be discussed… mainly your health after what happened."

Leia made an acute nod of her head as Han crossed his arms and sat back.

"Let me call Luke and I'll see you in person soon," Mon said in parting.

"Okay," Leia managed to get out before the blue holo screen went dark.

The techno 'zip' of the comm shutting down echoed through their ears before the silence enveloped them.

Leia's mind was reeling. He could tell just by looking at her through his peripheral vision. He didn't want her to know he was staring at her, searching for something he could make sense of.

She never blinked, her eyes perpetually wide and staring at the space where Mon used to be. Her fingers twitched around the comm she still held in her hand. Her back was ramrod straight yet he felt he could knock her down with a feather in this moment.

Brining his arms down to rest against his thighs, the silent man finally spoke. "So that makes sense…" His voice eerily cheerful.

Whether it was his words, his tone, or a combination of both that broke her concentration, he didn't know. But he was relieved to see a familiar glare directed at him from her coffee brown eyes.

"Amnesia…" he raised his shoulders. "So we don't remember anything from the past four years of our lives."

Her glare continued unperturbed by his nonchalant facade.

He knew how to get a reaction from her. He'd been doing it for the past two years, his time.

Looking around the room, he found a holo remote on the bedside table and pressed the top button as a screen filled up the one side of the room across from the bed, the light of a holo program flickering on. His focus went there, eyes watching the drama series that seemed to be playing. Funny, how long had it been since he found time and opportunity to watch the holo for pleasure.

His action brought about the expected response. Leia's voice was incredulous. "How can you watch the holo at a time like this?" By this time, she had stood from the bed, had her arms crossed, and her daggers directly landing on their target.

"What?" He questioned innocently as he flicked the button to change the channel. "I have a lot to catch up on apparently." He paused, his face putting on a particularly annoying smirk. "Or is a good-for-nothing, smuggler like me not allowed to sit in your worshipfulness's castle?"

She ignored everything he said as she turned her back on him. Her feet took her swiftly across the room and then swiftly back, finding her pacing stride. "We have to figure this out…"

He shrugged, keeping her in his eyesight while still flicking through the holo. "What's there to figure out? We closed our eyes on Hoth and woke up four years in the future."

She clicked her tongue and let out a sarcastic 'HA' at his fake collectiveness. "And you believe that?"

Han shrugged again, trying to maintain his facade of control. "Why not?"

"Do you actually believe the Empire could be gone?"

"What have you been fighting for, Princess?" He questioned the hesitancy he heard in her voice. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

Of course it's what she wanted, she thought to herself. But going to bed one day and waking up the next being told her fight was over seemed too good to be true.

"Look where it got you!" Han continued as he watched Leia pace. His eyes took another sweep of the elaborate room they were currently sitting in. The magnificent view alone a telling sign for the extravagant cost of this penthouse, not to mention the elaborate decor and clothes in the closet. "High class livin', Princess." He wasn't subtle at hiding his mocking tone.

"Han…" She encouraged him to stop. Her mind had been reeling while he was too busy making stupid jokes to realize what was happening here. Or what had already happened. She let her eyes scan across the room. Her eyes and mind fixated on the double doors that lead to the closet, the second closet.

She nudged her chin. "Did you take a close look at that closet?"

"Of course I saw it!" He insisted with cocky defensiveness.

His casual attitude was really getting on her nerves. "What did you see?" She hissed as she shifted her weight to her right foot. "Some man's clothes?"

He paused a moment to try and follow. "Hey, I don't judge!" He eventually insisted with a mock shrug. "What's it to me? I don't care if your married to some guy or just living together." Well, the clothes had to be somebody's.

Of course, the obvious escaped this dimwitted man. She also noted how his immediate response to the implication that future her was with a man was his own 'passive' reaction to that.

"Hey! Where're you goin'?"

He jumped up from his spot on the bed when he noticed her frantic shuffle back to the closet on the other side of the room.

She slammed her hand on the side button to open the doors, exposing all the items that were packed inside, and turned around to face him.

"Han! There is only one man I know whose entire wardrobe contains faux vests and side holsters!"

His eyes went from her taunt face to the fabric hanging and the piles of clothes dropped on the floor of the closet. At first glance he saw exactly the same picture he did the first time, a bunch of white/tan shirts and dark pants mixed in. Obviously a man's clothing. A messy man. There were items covering the closet floor. His eyes were then drawn to a corner of the closet where there was definitely a blaster holster hanging.

He took a step closer. With the new perspective he could now see the dark vests and leather jackets that blended into the closet. Jackets almost identical to the one he had on.

"It looks like…" He didn't finish that sentence for fear of what it meant, fear of vocalizing what she apparently already figured out.

His eyes had seen all they needed to in the closet. They stopped when they met hers.

She thought she would enjoy having a slightly upper hand when she put things together first. But as soon as his eyes met hers, she felt nothing but fear. Fear of this actually being reality. Not that she was scared of the scruffy smuggler, but she was scared that this situation was starting to look real.

"Does that mean…" He swallowed and tried again. "We're…" he pointed between the two of them. "Together?"

She thought that sounded even odder coming out of his mouth than it did when the thought first entered her head. But they couldn't stop there. Reaching into her dress pocket, she pulled out the last piece of jewelry that made everything click into place in this nightmare she woke up to.

"The ring…" she intoned slowly, opening her palm to clasp eyes on the binding symbol. "Han, we're married."

She lifted her eyes to watch him as he took in the gravity of what she just told him. His eyes widened slightly from their already wide state. His finger, still pointed at her, froze as the wheels turned in his mind. With the speed of a sloth, his jaw opened and then closed without uttering a sound.

Leia found herself tilting her head back to the ceiling and basking in the absurdity of everything this conversation held. "That is, if this entire day is actually reality and not just a giant trick or a… nightmare."

The inflection on her final word cause Han's face to unfreeze and promoted a snicker from the smuggler.

"Sounding more and more realistic to me, sweetheart," he crooned as he turned his body to face hers.

He planted both his feet as he swiveled and crossed his arms across his chest, his head cocking with the smirk that came over his face. "I knew you'd fall for me eventually."

Leia took in his collected and cocky attitude. She was almost sure this was a coping mechanism and that he was actually just as freaked out as she was, but that didn't stop the indignation from washing over her as she shot back.

"Shut up, you nerf-herder," she spat as her eyebrows crossed and she took a step away from the closet.

"Hey," Han followed behind her. "Is that any way to talk to your husband?"

Husband! That got to her. Her body whipped around to him at first with ferocity that actually prompted him to clench his fist for the fight. But about halfway through her dramatic turn, she felt like laughing from the absurdity.

"This is insane!" She proclaimed as her breath hitched on the edge of laughter.

Han stopped his forward motion at her turn. "That is the only thing I AM sure of right now!"

Insane. She shook her head. This was all so insane. Her eyes darted around the room searching for a logical answer anywhere. "I go to sleep on Hoth and wake up in the future with you as my husband!" Now she actually did laugh out loud, low chuckles as her face twisted with macabre amusement.

"Well," he rebuffed as he tried not to be offended by what was so funny about calling him her husband. "I'm not space garbage."

"No…" She didn't think he was actually offended, but it was not useful to insult the only other person who could relate to how she was feeling right now. "It's not that," she sighed with frustration as her hand went to press against her temple. "It's… everything!"

Yes, everything was stressing him out like crazy too. Taking an audible calming breath, he took one step closer to her so they were toe to toe. "Are we dreamin'?"

She took her own sigh before pressing deeper into her temples. "I pinched myself earlier just to make sure…" She stopped rubbing her temple and raised her wide eyes when she felt a sharp pain to her upper arm. "Ow!"

"Thought I'd try it again," the suave male voice teased. "OW!" He winced as he pulled back his smarting arm.

She took back her pinchers and shook her head. "We're not dreaming, Han." As she said it, the reality they were thrust in started to feel like a suffocating weight pressing on her shoulders.

"No, guess we're not," he confirmed, his uncharacteristic timbre deadly serious. "You hungry?" He followed with a cock of his head.

As exasperating as he could be, Han was a good one to take a life or death situation and turn it into a child's game with his ease and aura of confidence. It both annoyed and delighted her. In this particular moment, the latter prevailed.

She jutted her chin to gesture to the double doors. "Let's see if future Han and Leia are any better cooks than past Han and Leia."

He gave her a pessimistic smirk as she passed and he followed. They were both well down the hall by the time the comm rang. It sat on the edge of the bed where Leia had last set it down. The buzz echoed through the room with no one there to hear.