Title: Avoid the Thirteenth Floor
Characters/Pairings: Leia, Obi-Wan
A/N: This is AU, just so everyone knows.
Dedication: Dedicated to lealila.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars.
Leia's been told not to venture onto this particular floor of the palace, but she's a curious girl and anyone in the Galaxy can tell you that the best way to ensure a child will do something is to tell them not to do it. Such is the case now.
Upon entering the thirteenth floor, Leia coughs and holds her hand up against her face. "So much dust," she mutters, eyeing the dusty walls and tables with disdain. "The maid service must not go to this floor." Her eyes narrow. "I wonder why."
Though the hall shows no sign of decay (apart from all the dust), Leia is sure no one's lived here in years. The place has an aura of neglect about it; no laughter has lit these halls, no footsteps have clattered against the floors in so long that the very walls seem to ache from solitude.
Just as she's convincing herself that the place is deserted, a door opens halfway down the hall and Leia jumps, despite herself.
A human man of middle years steps out of the door and stares at her, eyebrows raised. He has graying hair and bluish eyes, and Leia starts to back up, all her usual obstinate courage gone from her.
"Umm, hello." Leia smiles wide, and opens the door of the lift. "I'll just be leaving, sorry to have bothered you."
Before the man can call her back, she is gone.
Okay, note to self: avoid the thirteenth floor in future, because of ghosts, or living hermits.