Title: Small Comfort
Author/Artist:
were_lemurRating: PG (for offscreen planetary destruction)
Word count: 208
Summary: OT, Han/Leia: hurt/comfort after Alderaan's destruction--all alone in the night.
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.