It's finally finished, my interpretation of the scene Jacen watched, mentioned in Balance Point. Hopefully, I'll get as good a response for this one as for Ruin. Enjoy!
And The Universe Falls
Han stumbled into the apartment, his previously white shirt stained yellow from alcohol that didn't quite make it to his mouth. He swore viciously at an unseen enemy as his feet nearly went out from under him. He grumbled as his feet stuttered on the bottom step; he smashed his shoulder on the wall but wouldn't feel it until morning. Cursing at nothing in particular, Han lumbered up the flight of stairs.
Leia stood in the bathroom, pinning her long braid up in a bun. She heard loud curses from downstairs. Oh wonderful, she thought, Han's home. And he's drunk. Why isn't that a surprise?
She was not in the mood tonight to put up a fight for him. Bending over, she retrieved a dropped hair pin, when suddenly she felt all too familiar rough hands grasp her from behind.
"Come on, baby." Han slurred. Leia was nearly gagging from the smell of cheap Corellian whiskey that seeped off him. "You're drunk," she said evenly, "go sleep it off." In response, his dirty hands slid from her waist upwards and sloppy kisses were pressed to her neck.
A tear touched Leia's eyelid. Had it really come this far? In his eyes, was she really only a sex toy to be played with whenever he was drunk enough now? Was she no longer a woman he had pledged his life to loving? Disgust with herself, Han and the situation in general washed over her. Squeezing her eyes shut tighter, Leia gathered strength through the Force and from the very depths of her emotional self. She tensed her muscles into she feared they would snap, and shoved him backwards.
Han hit the wall with a loud smack and lay stunned on the floor for a moment before dragging himself up. "Fuckin' bitch!" he roared. He grabbed her roughly in a bone-crushing grip. "Hutt-fuckin' whore!"
Leia stared at him in horror. Never had she been so afraid in her life. Her hands flitted back over the counter. Ever since losing his favourite drinking partner, Han had become a hideous drunk, but never had she expected it to go this far. He raised his hand high-
And fell heavily to the tile floor, unconscious. Leia stood over him, quivering, a heavy bottle of scented oil clutched in her right hand, blood staining one side.
Jacen stood in the shadow of his parents' bedroom door, a tear rolling down a smooth cheek. He had been drawn to the bedroom doorway when he heard shouts. Now he could see his Dad lying on the bed. His mother moved around the bed, positioning his head, removing his boots, pressing a cool cloth to the ever-growing lump on his skull. Swallowing against the hard lump that was lodged in his throat, Jacen turned away from the horror his family had become.
