Chapter 8
Leia shot up in bed, woken by a nightmare. Her ragged breathing was the only noise in the Solo apartment. She tried to breathe slowly, taking in long breaths and exhaling slowly.
The room seemed cold, and she pulled the comforter closer to herself, causing Han to snort and mumble before he quieted again.
Nerf herder, Leia thought with a smile.
She had just settled down and had almost fallen peacefully back asleep when she heard her name being spoken.
"Leia."
"Whu. what dear?" Apparently she had woken Han up.
"No, dear sister."
Leia shot straight up. "Luke?" she asked, frightened and excited all at the same time.
Luke sat at the edge of the bed, an eerie ethereal glow surrounding him. His blue eyes looked sadly at her, and it amazed her how much emotion was in those eyes, as if he hadn't died thirteen years ago.
A single tear slid down Leia's cheek. She had lost the brother it had taken twenty-two years to find after only six years. He was her better half, her confidant. . . Luke complimented Leia in every way, showing her a different side of everything. How she had lasted twenty-two years and then another thirteen without him was beyond her.
"Leia, you have to tell Destiny," he said quietly.
"No!" Leia said, with far more force than she intended. "I won't lose her too." More tears welled up in her eyes and threatened to fall over like a waterfall.
Luke's eyes became even sadder. "Leia, the Republic needs her. The Force needs her."
"The Force needed you too! And so did the damned Rebel Alliance! And look what happened! You left your little girl an orphan, and you left me! You left me.." Leia began sobbing outright.
Luke stood up, his robes flowing about him, and sat down next to Leia. He brought his eyes level with hers. "Leia, I did exactly what you would have done. I had to save her. You would gladly give your life for Jacen or Jaina. I know you'd even give it for Destiny, because you've taken her as your own."
Leia angrily swiped a tear from her face, knowing he was right but not wanting to admit it. "But if you hadn't been a Jedi, Luke."
Luke shook his head. "Leia, if I hadn't been a Jedi we would all be dead. The Death Star would have reached Yavin, and the Rebellion would have been crushed." He looked her straight in the eye. :Leia, she will find out no matter what. When she does, she will be angry. You don't want another Vader."
"No Luke," Leia said angrily. "She won't find out. We changed everything. There is no evidence anymore. Even the majority of the military who was at the battle thinks she's ours."
Luke stood up. "If I cannot change your mind, then I have failed in my purpose here." He turned away. "Goodbye sister."
Leia crossed her arms. "Goodbye brother," she said bitterly.
Leia shot up in bed, woken by a nightmare. Her ragged breathing was the only noise in the Solo apartment. She tried to breathe slowly, taking in long breaths and exhaling slowly.
The room seemed cold, and she pulled the comforter closer to herself, causing Han to snort and mumble before he quieted again.
Nerf herder, Leia thought with a smile.
She had just settled down and had almost fallen peacefully back asleep when she heard her name being spoken.
"Leia."
"Whu. what dear?" Apparently she had woken Han up.
"No, dear sister."
Leia shot straight up. "Luke?" she asked, frightened and excited all at the same time.
Luke sat at the edge of the bed, an eerie ethereal glow surrounding him. His blue eyes looked sadly at her, and it amazed her how much emotion was in those eyes, as if he hadn't died thirteen years ago.
A single tear slid down Leia's cheek. She had lost the brother it had taken twenty-two years to find after only six years. He was her better half, her confidant. . . Luke complimented Leia in every way, showing her a different side of everything. How she had lasted twenty-two years and then another thirteen without him was beyond her.
"Leia, you have to tell Destiny," he said quietly.
"No!" Leia said, with far more force than she intended. "I won't lose her too." More tears welled up in her eyes and threatened to fall over like a waterfall.
Luke's eyes became even sadder. "Leia, the Republic needs her. The Force needs her."
"The Force needed you too! And so did the damned Rebel Alliance! And look what happened! You left your little girl an orphan, and you left me! You left me.." Leia began sobbing outright.
Luke stood up, his robes flowing about him, and sat down next to Leia. He brought his eyes level with hers. "Leia, I did exactly what you would have done. I had to save her. You would gladly give your life for Jacen or Jaina. I know you'd even give it for Destiny, because you've taken her as your own."
Leia angrily swiped a tear from her face, knowing he was right but not wanting to admit it. "But if you hadn't been a Jedi, Luke."
Luke shook his head. "Leia, if I hadn't been a Jedi we would all be dead. The Death Star would have reached Yavin, and the Rebellion would have been crushed." He looked her straight in the eye. :Leia, she will find out no matter what. When she does, she will be angry. You don't want another Vader."
"No Luke," Leia said angrily. "She won't find out. We changed everything. There is no evidence anymore. Even the majority of the military who was at the battle thinks she's ours."
Luke stood up. "If I cannot change your mind, then I have failed in my purpose here." He turned away. "Goodbye sister."
Leia crossed her arms. "Goodbye brother," she said bitterly.