Disclaimer: Disney's. Not mine. :(


"Gods give me strength," Leia muttered, tossing yet another ripped, stained and overly worn article into the bin beside her.

"I heard that!" Han's sharp reply came, sullenly from inside the closet.

They had been having 'a small clear out', as she had called it, for the better half of the weekend.

A way to get rid of things they didn't need. She had been diligent with including the word 'we' into the plan. She didn't want Han to feel singled out. Obviously, it hadn't worked.

Leia sighed and turned slightly back towards the open door; where her unhappy husband was busy fishing out every piece of clothing which he no longer was allowed to wear in public. She hadn't actually known it would take them this long.

"I hope the Gods did!"