Disclaimer: George still has the right to destroy these characters however he chooses. I'm just letting them vent about it.
Rating: PGI mean, why not?
Author's Note: Read parts One and Two for the full effect.
If These Characters Could Speak III
Leia Organa Solo took a long, hard look at the man in front of her and then sighed. She was definitely not conflicted about her relationship with her children and the time she spent at work. She was, however, conflicted about which way to hurt the writer.
Stop it, Leia, that's the Dark Side, she said to herself, and then quickly returned with Well, who's to say I'm not supposed to be on the Dark Side. There has to be an evil twin, right?
Leia tried to remember the woman she had been when George Lucas had created her. She had been young, of course, and headstrong, but also intelligent and passionate. She wasn't sure where all her passion had gone. Now she was a work-driven woman, who had somehow managed to conceive three children with a husband she never saw.
That's not like me. I've loved Han since that first kiss in the Millennium Falcon; I would be sure to spend as much time with him as possible.
Yes, there was no question Leia was dedicated to the cause of the Rebellion, and later the New Republic. Bail, her foster-father, would have been proud of her. But she was also trying to undo the legacy her true father had left behind.
Why did I never truly cope with that? I merely turned him out of my room, and had a spiteful thought about him as I fought a battle. Wasn't I supposed to be more understanding than that?
And what exactly of those three mysteriously conceived children? How cliché was it that she gave birth to twins? And that she named her second son Anakin? If I had not truly come to terms with my father, wouldn't my last decision be to name my son after him? That should have been Luke's job.
She shook her head and looked at the writer again. The words on the screen blurred to her eyes as he tried to get all his ideas down on to the hard drive. She frowned as she realized that she had suddenly become a jealous, bitter woman--jealous of her daughter's relationship with her new aunt, bitter that she hadn't been in Jaina's life enough.
I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised about all this-my husband is an alcoholic, his best friend is dead, and my brother married a woman who wanted to kill him. The Law of Probability would suggest that I'd get screwed too.