What Would She Think Of Me
Author: LVB
Summary: Han asks Leia a question about her mother. Post ROTJ. Shortfic.
Disclaimer: SW belongs to GL and co.
"Leia, what would your mother had thought of me?"
Han's question surprised Leia. She stood up and went and sat next to him, next to the pilot's seat on the Millennium Falcon.
"My stepmother was really protective, Han. To tell you the truth I don't think she would have liked any…"
"No, Leia," he interrupted.
"Your real mother."
Momentarily thrown off, Leia took a deep breath.
"I don't remember much of my real mother, to be honest. I was very young when she died. I honestly couldn't tell you, Han"
Sighing, Han turned towards her and gently placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Please, Princess. I need you to do this for me. I promise I'll never ask anything like this again."
His seriousness surprised her. The look in his eyes told her of this genuine promise. She took a deep breath.
"From what I can feel…from what I can remember, my mother was a beautiful soul. She was kind and caring but also had a passionate streak. She was independent and strong but always put other people's needs before her own."
Han Solo smirked.
"She kind of reminds me of someone I know."
Leia smiled as she let her mind trace over the contours of her mother.
"She loved with all her heart, my mother. She was fierce and protective but willing to give a chance."
Glancing over at the man who had changed her life, Leia smiled.
"My mother would have thought you were a scruffy looking nerf-herder, Han. But then, I think, she would have loved you. She would have seen how much I loved you."
Han smiled and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"Thank you, Princess. That's exactly what I needed to hear."