AN: Don't be mad! You'll see . . .

! Disclaimer: As before and as always.

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Leia's heart was racing, and despite Han's best efforts to appear calm, she could tell he was just as close to panic as she was. He was sweating while his fingers twitched nervously.

She had to figure a way out of this. There had to be something she could do.

"Now, just put your hands up nice and easy, Solo," Berence instructed.

"And if I don't? What? Are you going to kill me?" Han commented. He did as he was told nonetheless.

There was a fear growing in the pit of Leia's stomach. She was going to lose him if she didn't act.

"They say you even managed to knock off Boba Fett," Berence was saying as he unholstered his blaster and switched the setting to kill. "I liked that guy." The trader gestured to the bodyguard behind Han to take a step to the side.

"Oh, you know him," Han rambled. "He's probably still kicking around." He smiled as serenely as possible.

Berence sneered back in reply then pulled the trigger.

The shot rang in Leia's ears.

A flash of red.

The smell of burnt air.

Han clutched his hand over the gaping, smouldering wound, fell to his knees, then finally to the ground.

There was silence.

Leia could only stare at Han's limp form. She knelt down and touched the back of his neck tentatively. Something horrible caught her eye. Blood pooled around her knees. Han's blood.

She shut her eyes. There were no tears, just anger . . . hatred. Someone else had been taken from her. She shook her head. Not someone else, Han. And suddenly she realized a swelling fury deep inside her, igniting her blood . . .

She opened her eyes.

Berence was saying, ". . . managed to knock off Boba Fett." He took out his blaster and switched the setting.

He was going to die again!

"I liked that guy."

Without thinking, her hand went to her hip and found its place around the handle of her blaster, her slender finger flicking on the killswitch.

Two clean shots.

Neither the trader nor the gargantuan bodyguard saw it coming. They fell to the ground, dead.

Han's mouth was agape either from his last spoken word or just caught in a stupor. He stood there for a couple of moments, his hands still in the air, boggling at Berence's body. Then he turned to Leia, features saturated with utter shock.

"How-how the hell did you do that?" he demanded.

"Do what?"

"You were a blur. You shot them before they even realized you had moved for your blaster! You do realize this, don't you?"

Leia just hugged him fiercely.

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There was pain radiating throughout his entire body, throughout his entire being. Machines helped him to breathe and kept his heart pumping when he did not have the strength to do it himself. He was suspended in a pool of bacta, watching the emperor look him over.

The withered form seemed to be attempting to glare at the emperor, but the man was too weak to keep it up for long. Darth Vader pitied his son, for he knew what it was like to be in that tank.

See? I told you there was no reason to be angry!Thanks for reading! Please review.-k.ramsey

PS- Hey, "m", thanks. I guess I did goof on the summary. Basically, I just meant that it ended a lot differently than in the movie. Anyways, thanks everyone for the reviews thus far! (No specific order) Thanks Jaina Solo Potter, The Beautiful Padmé Amidala, FullMoon-insanity, Cowgirl Blondie, Zazzie, youte and Sweathdeath04.