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"Can I offer you a drink?"

He was pulled from his deep, far away thoughts by her voice and a full glass placed directly in his eye-line. He couldn't remember what he was thinking about a moment before his eyes bugged out and it felt like he entered another dimension. But he was glad she brought him back, especially if it involved a drink.

"Corellian Whiskey?"

She pushed the glass into his waiting hand. "Test it and tell me."

He sat up on the sofa, preparing his tastebuds to relish the flavor as he brought the amber liquid to his lips. They smacked with pleasure at the burn and tingle in his mouth. "Wow, I haven't had this in…"

"A few days," she interrupted him as she casually settled on the other end of the sofa. "I know you had a secret stash on the Falcon on Hoth."

Caught, his eyes narrowed. "How did you… Were you peekin' through my stuff?"

Her obviously guilty face countered her words. "Not at all, Captain. I always check the secret compartment behind the walls in every ship I step onto."

"It's good stuff." He watched as she curled her legs up underneath her, the mountains of skirts piling around her. "None better."

Now comfortable, she lifted her own glass. "To the recovery of the amnesiacs."

He took her in as he pretended to take a sip. "Hu-uh." He suddenly shook his head and lowered the glass and his eyes at the same time. An accusatory finger poked towards her. "I see what you're schemin'."

"Scheming. Me?" Another attempt at an innocent retort. "Sounds beneath a Princess."

"You're tryin' to get me drunk so I'll spill all my innermost secrets." He subjected her to accusation. "Nice try."

The corner of her mouth raised at his ribbing. He liked her like this, relaxed, less tension in her muscles. Dare he say content?

"I'll tell you a secret," she whispered, tilting her head slightly forward.

His eyebrows danced in anticipation. "Spill."

"I can't handle my liquor… at all." Her smile grew as she noticed the degree to which the man across from her was shocked.

"At all?" He questioned, unconvinced. "Wait I drank with you before…"

"You drank, I dumped when you weren't looking."

Damn, she was sneaky. He remembered her bright, perkiness the next day and how it contrasted with his intense hangover. He drew the conclusion that she had a Wookie like metabolism.

He examined her glass and noticed the missing swig. "But now your drinking."

"I thought maybe it might help with conversation," she said drolly.

"So you need to be drunk to have a conversation with me. Okay, I get it." He wasn't serious, but he delighted in the smile his joke brought to her eyes.

"Tell me about Corellia."

Her ask was so genuine and the fact that she had a rough day…

"Yeah, the whiskey was a good idea," he said as he downed the rest in a single gulp.

They had just eaten a delicious dinner, he had successfully put Rayah to bed with Chewie and Leia watching, he spent almost the entire day on his beloved ship. And he got to end his day with the Princess sitting beside him. Yes, he was in a generous mood.

He was also keenly aware that this story would need to be told at some point, that if she was going to be in his life as he wanted her to be, she deserved to hear this from him.

With that in mind, he began. His eyes focused on the hint of moving amber in the bottom of his glass as he swirled it around. "I was born in a small town outside of Coronet City, or so I've been told. I don't remember my birth. Maybe my amnesia got me early."

His defensive reflexes added that joke at the end, but she didn't bite at that one.

"You mother died when you were young." It was't a question, she already knew that, but it prompted him to continue.

"Blood disease. I don't remember her at all. I think my dad had a holo of her at some point. Can't remember." He was so emotionally unattached at this point, it was easy to share this part.

"Tell me about him."

This part, this would be more difficult. "I got dumped on his doorstep after my mother died. I was maybe two?"

"He didn't know about you?" She asked.

"Oh he knew, pretended he didn't." The bitter scoff showed the first hint of emotion. "But I was a little harder to ignore when social services dropped me off for good."

He couldn't remember the moment he was dropped off, but he remembered the feeling of living with someone who didn't want you there.

"We had a dingy one room in a basement unit in Coronet City. He was a ship builder at the Corellian Engineering Corporation shipyard."

"I didn't know that."

"Yeah." This was the one aspect of his father where he could relate, their love of ships. "He was always talkin' 'bout takin' off in one of those ships, flyin' far away. Never said where, but I guess you could say that dream rubbed off on me."

The woman across from him nodded, her gaze intense as she studied him. And he let her. "What happened to him?"

"Don't know." Han sniffled his nose as he repositioned himself on the sofa, shuffling through his answer so he didn't have to look at her and to try and keep her from deciphering his mental state. "I came home one day to find him and his stuff gone. Maybe he did hop a ship and take off."

"How old were you?"

He had to think about that as he found another position with his arms across the back of the sofa. "'Bout 11 or 12. We were never that close anyway."

He finally glanced at her, her fierce eyes now dialed up to an 11 with a mix of sorrow and anger.

"Don't give me those eyes." He raised his voice as he shook his head at her. "It's not a sob story."

"No, it's just made you into the man you are." She shared that so quickly, it took him a moment to think of a response.

"Sounds like that could be an insult or compliment."

Her head tilted, lips curled. "Most definitely a compliment."

He'd take the compliment if she considered it a compliment. He'd had enough of revisiting his past for the moment. Now it was her turn.

"Have you had enough of that to indulge me?"

It was her turn to down the rest of the whiskey. Her face scrunched as the bitterness washed over. He found himself snickering as she pursed her lips. "Shoot."

He was careful with his first question, keenly aware of how far she had already had to delve into her past today. "How many times did young Leia sneak out of the palace without your parents knowing?"

She liked that question, further tension falling from her body. "Too many to count!" She chuckled.

"Tell me about one."

Her lips pressed together as her head swayed in contemplation before she began. "I found a stray loth cat in the palace gardens. My parent's wouldn't let me bring him inside, so one night I snuck out my window, climbed down the trellis, and carried him back into my room."

Her voice had a delicious, sneaky tone that amused both of them.

"They caught me the next morning when they walked into my room to find a loth cat sleeping on my stomach." Her grin turned wistful with the last thought. "They let me keep him after all."

He gave her a moment to continue, but she paused, turning introspective at the thought of her parents.

"They seemed like good people," Han said in his best empathetic tone.

"The best," she emphatically agreed. She could't have given them a more glowing review. "I always knew they had important jobs, but I never doubted that I was their number one priority."

"You ever find out who your birth parents were?"

She shook her head and shrugged. "No. We never talked about it. They were all I needed."

He was glad he didn't hit a sore spot with her birth parents as she was completely nonchalant about sharing that much. Then her tone changed again with the last sentence, her loving parents so much a part of who she was. And now they were gone.

"I do miss them, so much."

Through the past three years since the destruction, she never vocalized any of this. He knew she missed them desperately, but she both hid and released that emotion through her planning, execution, and focus on the Rebel Alliance. But this was different. This was Leia showing real emotion and vulnerability.

He channeled the compassion she had for him into his next words. "I know you do."

"Listen to me…" she broke from her revery with a huff as her arm stretched across the back of the sofa. "After all the privilege I've grown up with, I'm not the one who should be lamenting."

"It's not a competition," he insisted, feeling for her story as much as any number of lives forever altered by tragedy. "Sometimes it's easier to never know what you missed out on than to deal with the pain of losing it."

She eventually met his eyes again, nodding as she whispered. "Maybe."

He actually believed what he said. Growing up, he never had a real family, so he didn't know what he was missing. But Leia had so much and lost it all.

Your whole family… imagine losing them all. His heart jumped. Sympathy turned to empathy. What Han had right now, Leia and Rayah, this was what it felt like to have a family, belong to a unit. Losing them, like Leia had lost everything when Alderaan was destroyed, he couldn't even comprehend the devastation. Now that he had merely a taste of what his life could be…

He couldn't think of anything else to say, so he didn't say anything. Apparently, she couldn't think of anything else to say, so she didn't say anything either. He stretched his fingers and was surprised when he brushed hers, both resting on the back of the sofa. If she noticed the moment of contact, she didn't move away from it. His hands were warm, but hers were cold. He flexed his digits again, finding hers steady and waiting.

He envisioned throwing himself to the other side of the sofa, wrapping his arms around her and never letting go, sparing any heartbreak by refusing to ever loose what he had found here. Instead of resorting to dramatics, he let his fingers curl around hers just was hers curled back.

A comm buzzed and she pulled away at the speed of light to rush to the kitchen where her device laid. Han took the opportunity to let out an immense groan as he sunk into the sofa and ran his hands over his face. Leia and Rayah were here now and someday… Someday he would be able to show Leia how much he cared for her.

But that day would not be today. His face lit up to match hers as she ran back into the room with her device.

"It's Luke!"

Leave it to the kid to interrupt that moment, but he was so relieved to hear from someone familiar, he would let his disappointment slide.

She returned to her spot on the sofa, this time a cushion closer to him as she accepted the incoming communication.

"Luke!" She exclaimed at the same time he greeted the glowing image with a, "Hey kid!"

Han thought he looked the same. Maybe his hair was a little longer and closer to covering his eyes, but the blue holo was confirmed alive and doing okay.

Leia must have been thinking the same thing when she exclaimed, "Oh gods it's good to see you're safe."

"Leia!" The blue figure spoke, his eyelids closing slightly as he slowly analyzed the beings before him. "Of course I'm safe. I was only out on Mustafar on a scouting trip. I'm the now who should be asking how you are!"

"No," Leia corrected, her voice lowering in pitch and excitement as she realized Luke was not on the same page as her. "I mean… I'm so glad to see you survived the war."

The former young farmer exhaled. "Yeah, sorry. I got the Chancellor's message but I almost didn't…"

"Believe it," Han finished. Luke seemed strangely serene compared to the overexcitable energy Han remembered. And if there was ever a time to become anxious over something, now was the time. "The last thing we remember is going to sleep on Hoth, you passed out in a tauntaun, and here we wake up on Chandrila four years later with amnesia."

That about summarized it.

Luke was silent for a moment before sighing out a, "Kriff."

That was notable to the male amnesiac. He turned to his partner on the couch. "Did he just swear?"

Luke continued. "So you don't remember anything? Since Hoth?"

"We've pieced a few things together," Han shared drolly. "Like there's a kid callin' us Mama and Dada."

Apparently Luke knew and cared about the kid because his next inquiry was delivered with more concern. "How's Rayah?"

"She's fine," Leia answered. "Sleeping."

Luke nodded, apparently content with the fact that the amnesiacs didn't ruin the kid yet.

Leia sat closer to the end of the sofa. "We're learning everything all over again, Luke. It's been two days so far and… It hasn't been easy." She highlighted the last part with firm inflection. "But any information you can give us is helpful."

They waited with bated breath for what they could glean.

"Well… Leia…" Luke started, clearly hesitating to give them anything. "There's a lot of information I could give you."

"What you doin' with your life, kid?"

"I'm a Jedi, trained in the way of the Force." He said it as if he was letting them know he took up woodworking. Completely natural.

"And you get paid for that?" That was the first of a thousand questions percolating in the cynic's brain.

"Enough."

Han thought that was a stupid answer. Leia felt differently about the whole thing.

"That's wonderful, Luke," she praised encouragingly in a low voice. "I remember my father's stories of the old Jedi order. And of course the tragedy that killed them all off."

"Not all," Luke's facial features were more animated as he spoke. "Obi Wan survived for a long time until he was killed and I trained under master Yoda until he died."

Killed, died, Han contemplated. "What an occupation to pick…"

Leia ignored his under the breath comment. "So are you the last surviving Jedi?"

"Sort of…" He twisted his lips. "I'm currently scouting out some of the remaining Jedi artifacts and sacred temples, but I plan to open a school."

"Professor Skywalker…" Gods, Han forgot how much he liked messing with his young friend.

"But what I was saying was…"

Maybe Leia was feeling some of the effects of the liquor because she was much more energetic than usual. She cut him off. "Do you have a home base?"

"Um, sorta. I travel a lot, but I'm setting up something on Yavin 4."

Leia opened her mouth to question him, but Han spoke first.

"Bet it's not a penthouse," he mock bragged as his eyebrows raised.

"Han, stop it," the woman beside him scolded, her voice crisp and cutting.

His pout aimed at her was laughable. "You're a mean drunk."

She gritted her teeth. "I'm not drunk enough to be mean."

"Hey, uh… Leia, Han." Luke called an end to the feud. "I just wanted to let you know I'm making my way to Chandrila as soon as this mission is over, but…"

She interrupted again with a longing in her voice. "It will be good to see you."

"Will you listen for a minute!" Now the younger man had the full attention of his slightly inebriated audience "There's something I'm trying to tell you."

He must have scared them both to silence, because neither responded, allowing for him to continue.

Although Luke said he was trying to tell them something, he was doing a good job at avoiding it. Han watched as the blue figure's eyes danced every which way and his throat bobbed with a slow swallow.

"It's something that should be said in person, actually, I did say it in person already, three years ago. But Leia…"

Han moved just his eyes to look at the person beside him.

"There's something you need to know. And I'm going to tell you half of it now and the other half when we see each other in person."

That was strangely cryptic. But Leia encouraged him to continue with a, "Go on."

Luke swallowed again and bobbed, probably shuffling his feet, before starting his drawn out reveal. "Right before the end of the war I discovered something about me, about my family." Another pause that was pregnant with possibility. "I have a twin."

As his 'big reveal' sank in, Han was ready to burst out laughing. But he was glad he didn't so he clearly heard the next line.

"Leia, you're my twin sister. We're siblings, separated at birth."

Instead of outright laughing, he scoffed and rolled his hand over his chin. The kid seemed so serious, but that was nuts. "You've gotta be kiddin'…"

"Mon knows, so does Chewie." Luke's eyes were completely focused on Leia's, ignoring the dramatic man to the side of the holo. "Actually, the whole galaxy knows. That's why I needed to tell you, so you don't find it out from someone else."

Han looked at Leia and then at Luke. Her eyes were glued to the blue glow, devoid of all expression.

"Siblings." She whispered through convulsing lips. "Twins…"

"I know it's hard to believe, but…"

"No," her head shook. "It isn't."

Now Han watched her avidly to see what she meant by that.

"You can feel it, can't you?" Luke animated at the same time Han rolled his head and said, "Are you crazy?"

Leia also seemed to ignore the man beside her as she focused on her… brother? "I can't describe it."

"It's the Force. The power to harness the Force runs strong in our family."

He lifted his arms in defeat. "You're both crazy."

"It runs through Rayah, too." Luke shared. "She can channel those powers, feel other Force presences."

This took Leia a few seconds, but when it hit her, she looked like she was going to jump out of her skin. "Wha… that's it! That's why Rayah pulls away from me."

Han didn't know what she was talking about, but Luke did. "She's not feeling your Force connection. You still haven't opened your Force presence. I felt it shut down two days ago."

He watched as Leia flung herself back onto the sofa, her joy bubbling from her lips. "I thought… Well, never mind what I thought." Her hand flew to her forehead. "I'm just so relieved."

"Listen you two," Luke spoke seriously again. "I know this has got to be weird for you. I mean… I was witness to everything you two did on Hoth and… I'll just say you matured since then."

Han was more than a little insulted by that. "Speak for yourself, kid. We just had a whiskey so you're not catchin' us at our best. We're much more responsible sober."

"Well, she is," the blue holo deadpanned.

"Hey!"

"We're fine, Luke," Leia commented with her reassurance. "Will we see you soon?"

His mouth twisted. "It might be a while. I have some important… things to finish up, but I'll be there as soon as I can."

Han sighed, resigning himself to keep the millions of unanswered questions he had to himself for the time being.

"Give my niece a kiss for me."

Han didn't know what to say, but Leia stepped in. "Okay."

"And Han," Luke ended, his eyes feeling mischievous. "That tauntaun wasn't half bad compared to getting yourself into carbonite for six months. Well done there!"

And with that, the blue holo disappeared.