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Hands: ANH
"GET BACK TO THE SHIP!" Solo hollered as he took off after the Stormtroopers.
"He certainly has courage," Leia commented, half impressed, half exasperated. For a rescue she could have imagined ten thousand different scenarios with a million ends and she would never have pictured this rescue.
"What good will it do him if he gets himself killed?" Luke asked scathingly. He took her hand, "C'mon," and they ran down the hallway together, hands clasped.
Now they were just two, alone in hostile territory, hoping to meet up with five others to escape. Hearts pounded in their chests, but Leia's heart had pounded much harder when the dianoga had sucked Luke into the murky, fetid water. The thought that he was gone, dead, left her more chilled than when she'd watched the green lasers fly into Alderaan. And when his head popped back above the water, he was coughing but free, she'd wanted to cry in relief.
Hand in hand, Leia and Luke ran.
Luke hadn't thought of the action. He had just done it, taken her hand. But as they hurried towards the Falcon, instead of feeling out of breath, his lungs seemed to take in air better than they had in…forever. A sense of peace filled his heart and he felt less alone. The pain he'd felt and suppressed after finding his aunt and uncle's burning remains at the only home he'd ever known seemed lightened. As if there was someone to share.
Hand in hand, the two ran home.
Luke stood in the rainforest of Yavin IV, letting the rain drench him. For the first time in his life, he experienced the rain. He stretched his arms out, palms to the sky, and tiny droplets hit his skin. Nearby a bird, tucked in its tree to keep dry, sang. He wished he knew its name, but he couldn't even guess.
The foliage crunched under someone's boots and Luke turned around to see Leia. She froze at the sight of him. "Luke?" she asked and quickly approached. She reached out and took hold of one of his hands. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah," the rain slicked their skin and Luke marveled at it. The Alliance had more than just sonic showers, they had showers with water and he'd taken his first ever water shower the night before. He hadn't realized just what water did, how smooth it was…
Her other hand touched his wet forehead as she pushed his hair away. "You're going to get sick," she dropped her hand to her side, but still held his hand. "C'mon, let's go in, what were you doing out here anyway?" She began to walk towards the base and he went with her.
"Never saw the rain before," he confessed, his cheeks turned pink.
At that, Leia stopped and held her other hand out to feel the smack of raindrops against her own palm. "Really?! I can't imagine that."
"I grew up in a desert," they began walking again. Luke's confession prompted them to discuss their home planets. He described the aridness and the sand for her while she offered descriptions of snowcapped mountains. They discussed places they wanted to visit, Leia recommended places for him to visit, and they made plans to go swimming. She would have to teach him how to swim, but he promised he learned quickly.
Drenched by the rain, hands together, Luke and Leia walked into the Rebel base. Few noticed anything other than their wetness, but Han escorted Luke to the Falcon after Leia went to dry off and dress. "Holding hands, huh? Kid, your crush is horribly obvious. Didn't they teach you nothin' on that hick planet of yours? You gotta play it cool."