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

Characters: Leia Organa-Solo / Han Solo

Rated: K

Genre: Hurt

AN: Did anyone else cry like a child when Anakin Solo died? I know I did. Twice.


The fresher had been running for hours.

Retreating from him, from everything, she had stolen herself away. Locked in sorrow, mourning.

Knocking on the door, he received no response. "Leia?" Knocking louder. Still nothing.

Opening the door, he was assaulted by steam. The sudden rush of dry air cleared the room.

There he found her.

Crumpled on the floor, water rushing over her; silent sobs raked her fragile frame.

Moving forward, pain stabbing at his chest, he shut off the water.

No awareness, she neither moved nor spoke.

Carefully, he picked her off the floor, sagging in his arms. He had never seen her like this.

Broken. Hopeless.

She looked up at him, red eyes pleading.

"They killed our baby." She whispered.

The pain in his chest threatened to break him. He held on for her; for them. He had to.

"I know, Sweetheart. I know."