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

Characters: Han Solo / Leia Organa-Solo

Rated:K

Genre: Romance (with a little angst)

AN: As requested, a follow up to "Deja Vu"


She sat apart from him, arms folded across her stomach, eyes down, breathing steady, but shallow.

How many times had he found her like this? Small. Scared.

Before they were they, he would simply sit with her, silent, supportive.

In later years she would seek him out, gather comfort from him. He would wrap around her, comforting; loving.

Fear radiated from her, choking the air from his lungs. This was his fault.

He stepped towards her. She did not move.

Overcome, he closed the distance between them. Reaching, fingering the silken edges of her headscarf.

Kneeling in front of her, tilting her face up, meeting her eyes, he saw that fear behind tear rimmed lashes.

He was horrid. This was his fault.

Cupping her face, gently, he kept his eyes steady. As if on instinct, she leaned into him, pressing her face into his palm.

They sat this way for a long time. Eyes locked. Her silence lapped against his repeated penitent murmurs.

After an age, her hands found his face. Thumbs skimmed over his lips, silencing him.

"I know." She whispered.

She did, and that broke him further. He would make them right again, he had to.

Hands found the back of her head. Gently, slowly, he kissed her.