a/n: This one has absolutely nothing to do with anything canon that I can think of. If you're looking for a canonical place to shove it, then I guess somewhere NJO would be about right. But I don't think Han is that much of a sleazeball, even if he did completely disregard his family for the allure of the shadow life.

Maybe next time I'll do something funny.

Clandestine Moments ---

VII. Sincerity

Behind the closed door were the shattered pieces of a broken heart. It was broken because there was no sincerity left in the world and it was shattered because she had done it to herself. She had forced him into the arms of temptation, undressed him and put him into bed with that other woman even. All because of what, a few nights spent away from home working on this and that and things that didn't matter but at the same time meant the world and well being to everyone else. And all for what? She really didn't know.

Laying there in the dark she wondered why she did the things she did. Why she chose to act in the manner that was so characteristically her that it pushed everyone else away.

Of course he didn't know that she knew about the other woman. He was Han Solo, a smuggler that was invariably good at hiding anything and everything, including his secrets. But she knew about that little tramp. She knew about the secret meetings in the Falcon and in the cheap, lower city apartment.

Turning over on her side, she stared at the face of her husband. He was sleeping soundly beside her, completely unaware of anything but his own dreams and desires while she bottled up and threw herself out to sea.

"You were supposed to rescue me," she whispered.

His eyes fluttered behind his eyelids and briefly she wondered if he would wake up and say those small words that he always meant as comfort. She never took them as anything more than a clever scheme to fake trust. They were good at that.

"Leia?" His groggy voice pierced the quiet and she felt the icy grip of fear wrap its cold hands around her heart. Had he heard her softly spoken words? "What time is it?"

His hands fumbled around for the clock on the nightstand behind himself. She grabbed his hand, quieting the movement and bringing it back to rest at his side. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes.

"Go back to sleep, Han," she said tiredly.

"Love you," he mumbled in an almost sincere voice.

Leia said nothing.

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a/n: Nothing too special bout this, just something that I concocted while I was being depressed again. Thanks for all the reviews that you guys have been leaving. It really does make my life that little bit better.

It's a fanfiction sin to read without reviewing.