Small Comfort
This fic is rated: PG for mention of violence
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Han Solo/Leia Organa
Timeline: post-ANH
For starwarsficfest's prompt: OT, Han/Leia: hurt/comfort after Alderaan's destruction--all alone in the night.
Word Count: 208
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, starwarsficfest, skywalker_days, han_leia
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
He found her staring out the viewpoint at the swirling clouds of hyperspace. She looked as if she was a thousand light-years away. Han watched her, wishing he could find something to say.
I'm sorry your world and everyone on it -- your whole family -- were reduced to component atoms.
But that was too harsh.
While he was contemplating, Leia finally noticed him. "Han, how long -- "
"I'm sorry," he blurted.
She nodded slowly.
"I mean, if there'd been anything that I could've done -- "
"But there wasn't." Her voice was hard, and cold as the space between stars.
"No. But I thought, maybe ... "
She pushed herself to her feet, brushed by him.
"Look, Leia, I -- " Now or never. "I wish I knew what to say. But I don't. I don't think there's anything I can say. But I just wanted to let you know -- I'm here for you."
She stopped. Turned around. Stared at him as if she'd never really seen him before. To his surprise, she fell into his arms, and let out a choked sob, and then another. He felt her tears soak his shirt, and rubbed her back.
It seemed he didn't need words after all.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Han Solo/Leia Organa
Timeline: post-ANH
For starwarsficfest's prompt: OT, Han/Leia: hurt/comfort after Alderaan's destruction--all alone in the night.
Word Count: 208
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, starwarsficfest, skywalker_days, han_leia
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
He found her staring out the viewpoint at the swirling clouds of hyperspace. She looked as if she was a thousand light-years away. Han watched her, wishing he could find something to say.
I'm sorry your world and everyone on it -- your whole family -- were reduced to component atoms.
But that was too harsh.
While he was contemplating, Leia finally noticed him. "Han, how long -- "
"I'm sorry," he blurted.
She nodded slowly.
"I mean, if there'd been anything that I could've done -- "
"But there wasn't." Her voice was hard, and cold as the space between stars.
"No. But I thought, maybe ... "
She pushed herself to her feet, brushed by him.
"Look, Leia, I -- " Now or never. "I wish I knew what to say. But I don't. I don't think there's anything I can say. But I just wanted to let you know -- I'm here for you."
She stopped. Turned around. Stared at him as if she'd never really seen him before. To his surprise, she fell into his arms, and let out a choked sob, and then another. He felt her tears soak his shirt, and rubbed her back.
It seemed he didn't need words after all.