Disclaimer: George's universe, I just play here.

Characters: Han Solo/Leia Organa

Rated: K

Genre: Friendship


Avoiding the makeshift memorial in a heavily used hallway aboard Home One had become a routine.

If it could not be avoided, it was ignored.

That was working well, until the day he couldn't ignore it anymore.

That's where she found him, staring into the photocase, face hard and unreadable.

He didn't acknowledge her, just continued to glare at one particular photo.

"She was Corellian. Her name was Bria." Leia said quietly after a moment, suddenly self-conscious.

"I know." The reply was quick, short, tense. Full of anger, pain and history.

"You knew her?"

"I thought I did."

After another moment of silence, she looked up at him, his face still hard.

"She was a good fighter."

His jaw clenched. Eyes narrowed, he exhaled sharply.

"She was a lot of things."

Leia, saying nothing, merely nodded.