As always, thanks so much to all who read and all of the guests who comment! This is the last chapter of revelations for awhile. Hope you enjoy this twist!

"Just so you know, I am in no way over this…" She turned over her shoulder to give her caveat as they exited the master bedroom and went in search of the kitchen.

And she wasn't over it. No person could rationally comprehend everything that just happened to them in a matter of days, let alone the mere minutes since their discovery. Amnesia. So many questions were drifting through her mind. Did she really just loose the last four years of her life? Could the Rebel Alliance really have succeeded to this degree? So many questions. But the one thought that was most prominent; Who is Leia Organa?

If she was to trust Mon and believe that all of this was real, that meant that Leia Organa had a life beyond the Rebellion, a privilege she was sure not all soldiers had. Ever since her parents brought her into their illegal activity when she was 17, any hopes or dreams she had for her future came to a crashing halt. And after Alderaan's destruction, she couldn't even let herself entertain the idea that she might have a future. She was going to die for this cause because beyond that, there was nothing else to live for.

Is that why she seemed to be absorbing all this talk of amnesia and New Republic with a calm, rational amazement? She was still alive. But what she still couldn't understand was, how could Leia Organa survive? And what was Han Solo doing here?

Han snickered as he followed her. "Oh yeah, I'm not over this either."

She cleared her head. "I'm just hungry and I've learned it's never good to argue on an empty stomach."

She heard him hum behind her as they passed by another closed door in the back hallway moving towards the front area. "Do you know where you're goin'?"

That was a valid question. "No, Han. I've never been in my own house before." She said with both bewildered humor and a sinking understanding that that statement was actually true. "I'm guessing…" she intoned, "the kitchen is in the front of the apartment."

He thought that sounded like a reasonable deduction. His eyes scanned the walls as they paced through the hallway. Even in the hallway, the ceilings were almost cathedral in height and wide enough to fit two tauntauns through easily. The lingering light of the day seeped in through the glass ceiling windows, sparkling on the shiny floor. The tiled floor was a modern design by his amateur standards, printed in whites and blues. The walls were a clean white, but not sterile. The only comparison he could think to make was to a house he had once visited on the upper side of Corellia. It wasn't that it was uninviting, but it just wasn't… home.

"There's a lotta doors here," he uttered as his head whipped from one side to the other to try and count all the closed portals that lined the hall.

Leia nodded, keeping up her forward pace. "It's a big place."

"The penthouse," he uttered under his breath, as if that word held a massive amount of weight itself.

She heard his quiet remark and recognized some hesitancy. "You intimidated?" She trilled as she tilted her head back to see him. When he didn't respond right away, she halted her motion and pivoted, crossing her arms to face him. "What?"

He never met her eyes, his chin pointing to a large opening to their left. "Found the kitchen."

It was a dodge, but he was right. They did find the kitchen.

They entered through the frame to a fully functional kitchen space, much larger than anything he had ever laid eyes on. A marbled counter wound around the three full walls giving an overabundance of counter and under cabinet space. The white cabinets looked even shinier with the last of the daylight coming in from the window above the sink and the glass door that led to another outdoor patio space. In addition to the highest quality cooking appliances he had ever seen, the other highlight of the room was the silver twisted light fixture that hung from the ceiling above a midnight black table and four chairs.

While he was ogling the space from his stock still position in the entry way, Leia had casually paced through and placed her palms on the back of one of the chairs. "It's nice," she said like she was being forced to give a compliment.

He looked at her like she had two heads as he stepped closer to the enormous silver fridge unit. "Have you ever been in a kitchen before, your worship?"

She pressed her lips together. "I will not dignify that with a response."

Looked like he had his answer. He opened the fridge door to reveal fully stocked shelves with enough varieties of fruits, vegetables, and ingredients to feed an army. "Looks like future Han and Leia didn't starve."

He heard a grunt from behind him. "They also didn't have a kitchen droid," she lamented as her visual scan for any kitchen aid came up empty.

"Huh," he huffed, amused at her fixation on the fact there was no droid at her service. "Maybe they did starve."

He shuffled around a pile of covered tupperware that looked like some combinations of fruits cut in tiny pieces. With his eyebrows crossed at the odd food choice, he then noticed a familiar dish in the back. A quick flip of the lid and a sniff told him it was still good.

"Lucky for us," Han began as he brought his head out of the fridge and stood back to his full height with the chosen meal in his hands. "This looks good enough to warm up."

The gaze he met challenged him with a cock of her chin. "Are you sure you even know how to do that?"

His mouth opened to immediately offer a defensive retort, but closed after thinking twice. "Ya know," he started, deciding on a snarky retort instead. "I do have practical skills besides this chiseled face and sexy voice." The way he jutted his chin and slowed his voice was just asking to be teased back.

She took the bait, leaning her torso over the chair's back while a wry smile painted over her face. "Prove it and make me dinner."

Now that… was something he could do. With a mock bow at his waist, he complied. "As her highness commands."

With her approving nod, he set to warm up their meal.

While Han was doing his best to hide his struggle to figure out how to use the warmer, Leia took the time to better acquaint herself with the room. She began by going through a few cabinets, glancing over the fine china that lined some shelves and the plastic cups used for every day occasions. There were more elaborate kitchen appliances than she expected for a household she didn't expect cooked that much. It was also cleaner, but she assumed there was some type of cleaning service.

Her eyes fixated on the sight of the sun setting outside the glass door over the city scape, her mind reeling. She was stepping into someone else's home, someone who was not Leia Organa, or at least not the Leia Organa she knew. The events of the past hour were starting to solidify. This wasn't the world she knew, it wasn't a trick of the Empire. This was her life.

She couldn't seem to tear her eyes from that gorgeous view and from the balcony that allowed them to overlook it. "I always dreamed of having my own terrace," she found herself admitting to whomever was listening. "My parents had one outside their bedroom."

Han turned over his shoulder to look at her. "That's…" He responded in his own voice initially and then turned softer as he realized this was the first time he actually heard her mention her parents. "That really nice," he said.

He had given her plenty of openings to talk with him if she wanted to through their years working together. He made vague comments, nothing that would trigger any sad memories, but enough to leave the door open if she wanted to talk about them. She never did.

Apparently he said too much because he watched as she closed up again. Her eyes turned downward from their previous view and her hands twisted at her waist.

Han's instinct was to distract her, so that's just what he did. "Hope this is warm enough," he said skeptically as he took the dish out of the warmer and brought it to the table.

Very un-Princess like, she stuck her finger in the middle of the plate to test its heat. Her lips pursed as she hummed. "Looks fine." She blew on the meat and vegetable dish before taking a satisfying bite.

She was on her third spoonful before he spoke.

"This is… weird." He eventually dictated a descriptor word through his half full mouth.

She shrugged. "Never eaten with royalty before?"

He chortled at her statement. "Maybe you do have amnesia, because I've eaten with you many times." He thought back to all the times she had sat across from him in the Hoth cafeteria, on the Falcon, or during missions.

Of course she remembered, but she didn't acknowledge and stayed focused on her food. "Then what could possibly be weird about this time?"

"Are you serious?" He questioned as his jaw slackened. Her eyes blinked up at him briefly, but enough that he got the joke. "Stop tryin' to confuse me."

She swallowed. "Defense mechanism."

"Pickin' on me is your defense mechanism?" He questioned skeptically and playfully.

She actually did stop her spoon's motion in mid air as she looked at him. "Of course. And if you didn't figure that out by now then you're not as smart as I thought."

He did know that. Just like he expected her constant bickering with him hid her true feelings towards him. At least… he wanted to believe that.

Ever since Han Solo left Corellia behind, left everything and everyone on Corellia behind, he found he didn't like anticipating a future. He did that once and was only left heartbroken and alone. And so he took everything one day at a time, flippant to commitment and keeping himself blissfully safe in his unattached state. That is until a sandy kid and a Princess walked into his life. He only cracked the once closed door that signified his dreams for the future. If he was fortunate enough to have a future, a future with her. And if all of this wasn't a trick of the Force, his wildest fantasies had come true.

His spoon scooped at another pile of meat as his tongue swept across his upper teeth. He paused as he brought his voice down an octave. "You really think we're…" He was uneasy and failing to hid it. "You and me…" He waited until she paused in her consumption enough to look at him. "Married?"

The question didn't seem to bother her as her cool composure took over. "There is a ring." She brought another bite to her mouth. "Isn't that the usual protocols?"

"I wouldn't know. Never asked anybody." His immediate answer was his truth, but he had to caveat that. "Or maybe I did."

She didn't respond. And that annoyed him.

"You're kinda calm about that whole thing now." His elbow hit the table as his eyes narrowed towards her.

She swallowed, her head shaking. "I don't know what to think."

His eyebrows came together. "I just mean that…" He tried to stay casual. He didn't want to scare her or start a fight, like the last battle he remembered on Hoth. But he needed to know. "The idea of you and me…"

Apparently, that was not something she wanted to discuss. She pressed her hands against the table as her tone held firm. "Han, can we not talk about this now?"

"I don't see a better time," he defended.

"How about anytime BUT now."

"Hey!" He met her level of annoyance. "Last thing I remember is you tryin' to keep me around for the sake of your cause, not because…" He paused. "Not because you wanted me around. Me."

"I know, I was there." She looked like she wanted to be anywhere but at this table having this conversation.

He forced himself to continue, needing to know her answer. "Then you know what I was askin' for? For you to say." His eyes wouldn't leave her. He was looking for a tell. A purse of her lips, a twitch of her eye, her finger picking at her thumb. Anything that would give him a hint as to her real feelings, not what she projected.

She swallowed, her voice lowering so he had to strain to even hear her. "It's not completely improbable."

His eyebrows crossed again, confused by her answer but hanging on her response. "What is?"

"Us." She intoned. "And that is all I'll say about that."

He had his answer. A knot in his chest loosened. "S'all I needed to hear." For now.

And it was all he needed. The confirmation that the bravado she constantly projected towards him had deeper meaning, just like his did. That suddenly made this future slightly more based in his own reality.

He let that information settle as he took his last bite. "Your head still hurt?"

"It's not great," she winced as she tried to turn her head this way and that. "You?"

He felt the same ache at his temples. "It's okay."

"Maybe we have some meds around here," she said, dropping her spoon into the almost empty dish as she pushed her chair back from the table.

Her dinner companion beat her to his feet as he quickly scooped up their mostly empty dish and tossed it in the sink before making his way out of the kitchen as if on a timely mission.

"Where are you going?" She asked, her muscles active once again as she followed him.

He led through the now semi familiar hallway and back into the master bedroom, or 'their' bedroom by all accounts.

"If the future Han Solo really lives here, I know where he keeps extra meds." Han continued through the bedroom and into the 'fresher space he already checked out. Moving to the far sink, which he now realized featured a man's shaving materials in the corner, he began to open drawers. The second one he tried revealed what he was looking for: a tube of quick relief bacta and some pills that helped with pain.

"Here, your worship," he said, delighting in being right.

She gave him a nod of acknowledgement as she took the tube from his hands. Turning to the reflector and using what she assumed was 'her side' of the sink, she applied the goop to the cuts across her face. When she was finished, he did the same on 'his side.'

There they were, both beside each other, together in a 'fresher with two sinks. His and hers.

The absurdity wasn't lost on either of them as their eyes met through the reflector. "This is…" she began, not able to find a sufficient word to fully capture how boggled her mind was. "Just unreal…"

His cheeks seemed to hollow as a shallow breath went out of his lips, eyes turning down.

Her eyes fixated on him. Any confidence or assurance he had been projecting slipped and she saw before her a man who was as lost as she felt. She had only caught a glimpse of this type of Han once before, in the split second after he told her he was leaving and before she broke him with a nonchalant response.

"Mon's coming," he said as his eyes lifted, his walls fortifying themselves once again. "She'll have some answers."

Leia didn't respond, just gave a nod and a massive exhale. The best they could do right now was to keep moving forward.

"Has she tried to make contact again?"

"I don't know." She had forgotten all about the comm. Moving back to the bedroom, her eyes scanned the space. "I left it in here, somewhere."

She didn't remember tossing it into the middle of the bed, but there it was. She reached across what appeared to be 'her side' of the bed towards the device. A glowing light sparked her interest.

"There's a message…" she clicked a few buttons before her voice lightened. "It's from Chewie."

Han's immediate relief upon hearing that his friend was in, what seemed like, this alternate reality was palpable. "What's Chewie doin' callin' you?" He questioned only a little annoyed.

"Maybe your comm was destroyed." She stated the obvious.

"Oh…" That made sense. "Play it."

The Wookie's distinguishable voice rang through the room like a ghost from a past life. [Princess,] he began, his grunts had a definite panicked edge to them. [I heard you and Han were in an accident. The holos are saying you're both stable, but are you okay?]

Were they okay? She couldn't answer that.

[I'll do pickup today and we'll meet you at the med center.]

The line disconnected. They stood silent for a moment both fixated on different things.

"Chewie…" Han's genuine grin lit up for the first time since waking in the med center. "Never thought I'd be so glad to hear that fuzzball's voice."

Leia was more practically taking this in. "He thinks we're still at the med center."

"Should we go back to meet him?"

She closed the comm and began to pace again. "I don't know."

Han followed her with his eyes. "Does he know we'll be here?"

"I don't know."

And now he fixated on the last line, the one thing that made absolutely no sense. "Chewie said pickup."

Yes, Leia had heard that too. "Pickup who?"

Both heads whipped towards the bedroom door as a buzz echoed through the apartment. Frozen, their hearts sped, pattering at twice the normal rate.

"Doorbell?" She whispered. Then she heard footsteps entering the apartment. Apparently, the buzz was the sound of someone entering. "Someone's here."

Han was on it. His muscles pumped into action as he flew to the right bedside table. The drawers opened as he furiously scanned the contents.

"Kriff…" He swore. "Future us don't have blasters at the ready."

Leia let out a frustrated grunt at future her's unpreparedness. "Be careful," she warned as she silently swooped back through the hallway with long strides.

He followed quietly, stopping behind her as they reached the wall leading into the large living space. She peeked into the space, finding it bare. But the familiar growl that came from the entryway had her running towards the sound with relief.

The Wookie came around the corner and they finally set eyes on a familiar face. "Chewie, thank the gods!" Leia uttered as she pumped her legs to his side.

"Chewie!" Han breathed as he joined them and reached for his friend's arm.

[Cub, Princess] the Wookie intoned with glee. [They said you left and I…]

"Ma-ma!"

A small high pitched voice floated from the floor beside the furry beast.

Leia's eyes immediately responded to the sound, her head tilting down. She saw a hand stretching and then a lock of chocolate hair. Chewie turned and blocked most of her view as he bent down and lifted the thing into his arms.

[Here's your Mama,] the Wookie groaned, positioning himself forward, allowing four stunned eyes to widen at the sight before them.

She had brown curls, dark eyes, and a small mouth curled into a grin. She wore a simple gray knit dress with long sleeves and gathered around the waist with a tie. Under her knee length dress, her legs were covered with baby pink pants and feet with brown suede boots.

"Ma-ma!" The little girl repeated as she stretched her tiny little arms and pudgy, grabbing hands towards the gobsmacked female in the room.

In an instant, and because Chewie handed her off, Leia found a little girl in her arms. The tiny limbs reached around Leia's shoulder as her bottom settled on her hip and head on her shoulder.

Leia's hands locked around the girl's back on instinct. The fact that she was holding another life was the only reason she could find as to why she was still standing and not out cold on the floor. Her arms tensed, wild eyes raking over Chewie, looking for him to let her in on the joke. The Wookie wasn't laughing. And that terrified her.

"Ch…Ch…Chewie…" she stammered. She felt the bundle in her arms tilt her head as she got comfortable. Leia was just about to ask a question when the girl spoke again.

"Da-da!"

Now that that's over, I can share that this story follows Canon's past and I've tried to keep it as grounded in the Canon SW universe as possible (battle of Jaku, Qi'ra, Kier for those who read Leia, Princess of Alderaan, etc.). However, there is no Ben. I've invented my own child character and I hope you enjoy her as much as I enjoyed writing her!