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ladyofleithian) wrote2022-01-14 09:25 am
ladyofleithian) wrote2022-01-14 09:25 am
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Title: Common Ground
Summary: Prince Han Organa gets comfort from Leia Solo about Alderaan.
Prompt: Reversal
When Leia Solo took on Ben Kenobi and Luke Skywalker’s offer to get the Death Star plans to Alderaan (Death Star plans, of all things), she expected it to be an ordinary smuggling job, like she had gone on ever since working for Jabba the Hutt in the first place.
(It wasn’t a glamorous job, she knew that much. Jabba was a creep — sometimes Leia swore it was like he was undressing her with his eyes, as much as a Hutt could — but at least it put food on the proverbial table. And it was definitely different, ever since Leia and Qi’ra had gone their separate ways)
She didn’t initially like Prince Han Organa. Not really. Though she had to admit that there was something, really something, about the moments when she, Luke and Han were hugging in the trash compactor, or Han had congratulated Luke on a good shot. As reluctant as Leia was to say it, she was warming up to her two boys. Luke, who she’d saved from Vader. Han, who, inexplicably, was so happy to see her back.
***
It was after the medal ceremony that Leia had to really take it in at that moment. She, Leia from Corellia, nothing more than a scumrat who needed to be given a last name because no one knew who her parents were…she was a hero. She, Leia.
She didn’t know what to think of it. She liked to think that she was usually calm in situations like this, but she had to be honest with herself: she was scared. Going from obscurity to one of the heroes of the Rebellion…
Chewie, meanwhile, seemed to be worried about her. “Culture shock, young cub?”
Leia chuckled, a bit wryly. "You don’t know the half of it.”
“You did the right thing, coming back for Luke.”
“Yeah, I know. I just know that Jabba’s going to be furious with me.” Leia sat down, sighed. She still felt awkward in the ceremony gown that she wore (like wearing old smuggler clothes somehow wasn’t impressive enough, she had to somehow prove that she’d saved Luke’s life by dressing in a white skin-tight dress? All of it felt uncomfortable), though it definitely beat the times she had to wear that metal bikini for Jabba. (She’d find a way to make him pay for it one day, she knew it…)
“If he hurts you, cub, I will make him pay.”
Leia chuckled wryly. “I knew I could count on you, Chewie."
***
It was later that she met up with Han. Leia had to admit that not only was he starting to defrost a little bit from his arrogant ice king persona (he really could be kind when he felt like it) but he looked…striking in a ceremonial suit, handing out their medals.
“Long day, huh?” Leia said to him.
“Very. Just…look, Leia, when I acknowledged you helped blow up the Death Star — if it wasn’t for you, Luke would most likely have gotten blasted to smithereens by Vader.”
“I know.” Leia shuddered to think what could have happened if she, Chewie and the Falcon hadn’t arrived in the nick of time. Yavin being blown up, Luke being dead…
She didn’t like to think about that too hard.
"So you distracted Vader?”
Leia snickered. “It was less dignified than that, actually. One of his wingmen sent him spinning into space. Not exactly dignified for Vader.”
Han actually laughed. Leia decided she liked it when he laughed. “Way to go, Leia!”
“I didn’t really make him do that…”
“Still."
***
It was later that Leia found out Han couldn’t sleep.
"Because of…” Leia trailed off even as she spoke. She’d seen Alderaan in pieces — first she’d felt the confusion at Alderaan just not being there, then she’d felt shock and horror. The Death Star, somehow managing to shatter a whole planet? Why Alderaan — it was peaceful; it didn’t even have any weapons…
And then there was Han’s imprisonment on the First Death Star. Locked in a cell. Leia had heard stories of what the Empire was capable of — had Han been tortured?
What do you think happened, Solo?
“Yeah.” Han actually sounded more subdued than usual — it didn’t sound right, Leia thought. He should be snarkier, louder, more brash. “Vader wasn’t exactly gentle. I could take stuff like the mind probe and that torture droid; at least it was just hurting me. But…well, he wasn’t the one who pulled the trigger on Alderaan, but he made me watch." A faint crack in his voice. “I tried to negotiate. I really did. I tried pulling the fast-talking salesman on Tarkin, but the bastard just wanted to make a ‘demonstration'. I…I should have been able to do that smooth-talking thing.”
"Han, it wasn’t your fault.” It was definitely a marked change from when she’d snarkily referred to him as “Your Worship” for the sake of knocking him off his proverbial throne. “I never met Tarkin, or Vader, but I know you’re worth…one hundred of them.”
“I hope so. Thanks.” Then, "A friend of mine, Amilyn…she said something along those lines. She’s from Gatalenta; she’s a little weird, but I think you might like her.”
“I might." Then, “Han, if you need anything, I'm across the hall. Really.”
“I figured that.”
He looked like he was about to return to that familiar crooked smile that could be endearing at times, and that was good. Leia also hoped that someplace, somewhere, Tarkin was suffering in the Corellian hells for everything he did.
“ ‘Night, Han.”
Han actually did smile. “Goodnight, Leia.”
Even heading off to bed, Leia felt more like she belonged than she had a right to be.
Summary: Prince Han Organa gets comfort from Leia Solo about Alderaan.
Prompt: Reversal
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When Leia Solo took on Ben Kenobi and Luke Skywalker’s offer to get the Death Star plans to Alderaan (Death Star plans, of all things), she expected it to be an ordinary smuggling job, like she had gone on ever since working for Jabba the Hutt in the first place.
(It wasn’t a glamorous job, she knew that much. Jabba was a creep — sometimes Leia swore it was like he was undressing her with his eyes, as much as a Hutt could — but at least it put food on the proverbial table. And it was definitely different, ever since Leia and Qi’ra had gone their separate ways)
She didn’t initially like Prince Han Organa. Not really. Though she had to admit that there was something, really something, about the moments when she, Luke and Han were hugging in the trash compactor, or Han had congratulated Luke on a good shot. As reluctant as Leia was to say it, she was warming up to her two boys. Luke, who she’d saved from Vader. Han, who, inexplicably, was so happy to see her back.
***
It was after the medal ceremony that Leia had to really take it in at that moment. She, Leia from Corellia, nothing more than a scumrat who needed to be given a last name because no one knew who her parents were…she was a hero. She, Leia.
She didn’t know what to think of it. She liked to think that she was usually calm in situations like this, but she had to be honest with herself: she was scared. Going from obscurity to one of the heroes of the Rebellion…
Chewie, meanwhile, seemed to be worried about her. “Culture shock, young cub?”
Leia chuckled, a bit wryly. "You don’t know the half of it.”
“You did the right thing, coming back for Luke.”
“Yeah, I know. I just know that Jabba’s going to be furious with me.” Leia sat down, sighed. She still felt awkward in the ceremony gown that she wore (like wearing old smuggler clothes somehow wasn’t impressive enough, she had to somehow prove that she’d saved Luke’s life by dressing in a white skin-tight dress? All of it felt uncomfortable), though it definitely beat the times she had to wear that metal bikini for Jabba. (She’d find a way to make him pay for it one day, she knew it…)
“If he hurts you, cub, I will make him pay.”
Leia chuckled wryly. “I knew I could count on you, Chewie."
***
It was later that she met up with Han. Leia had to admit that not only was he starting to defrost a little bit from his arrogant ice king persona (he really could be kind when he felt like it) but he looked…striking in a ceremonial suit, handing out their medals.
“Long day, huh?” Leia said to him.
“Very. Just…look, Leia, when I acknowledged you helped blow up the Death Star — if it wasn’t for you, Luke would most likely have gotten blasted to smithereens by Vader.”
“I know.” Leia shuddered to think what could have happened if she, Chewie and the Falcon hadn’t arrived in the nick of time. Yavin being blown up, Luke being dead…
She didn’t like to think about that too hard.
"So you distracted Vader?”
Leia snickered. “It was less dignified than that, actually. One of his wingmen sent him spinning into space. Not exactly dignified for Vader.”
Han actually laughed. Leia decided she liked it when he laughed. “Way to go, Leia!”
“I didn’t really make him do that…”
“Still."
***
It was later that Leia found out Han couldn’t sleep.
"Because of…” Leia trailed off even as she spoke. She’d seen Alderaan in pieces — first she’d felt the confusion at Alderaan just not being there, then she’d felt shock and horror. The Death Star, somehow managing to shatter a whole planet? Why Alderaan — it was peaceful; it didn’t even have any weapons…
And then there was Han’s imprisonment on the First Death Star. Locked in a cell. Leia had heard stories of what the Empire was capable of — had Han been tortured?
What do you think happened, Solo?
“Yeah.” Han actually sounded more subdued than usual — it didn’t sound right, Leia thought. He should be snarkier, louder, more brash. “Vader wasn’t exactly gentle. I could take stuff like the mind probe and that torture droid; at least it was just hurting me. But…well, he wasn’t the one who pulled the trigger on Alderaan, but he made me watch." A faint crack in his voice. “I tried to negotiate. I really did. I tried pulling the fast-talking salesman on Tarkin, but the bastard just wanted to make a ‘demonstration'. I…I should have been able to do that smooth-talking thing.”
"Han, it wasn’t your fault.” It was definitely a marked change from when she’d snarkily referred to him as “Your Worship” for the sake of knocking him off his proverbial throne. “I never met Tarkin, or Vader, but I know you’re worth…one hundred of them.”
“I hope so. Thanks.” Then, "A friend of mine, Amilyn…she said something along those lines. She’s from Gatalenta; she’s a little weird, but I think you might like her.”
“I might." Then, “Han, if you need anything, I'm across the hall. Really.”
“I figured that.”
He looked like he was about to return to that familiar crooked smile that could be endearing at times, and that was good. Leia also hoped that someplace, somewhere, Tarkin was suffering in the Corellian hells for everything he did.
“ ‘Night, Han.”
Han actually did smile. “Goodnight, Leia.”
Even heading off to bed, Leia felt more like she belonged than she had a right to be.
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