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If you are a Star Wars fan, or heck, even a film fan of any kind, YOU HAVE TO WATCH THIS. It’s an homage to “The Empire Strikes Back” in the style of a James Bond opening title sequence.
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Wow, look at me, second chapter and it hasn’t been weeks or months in between.
This time it’s Leia’s turn.
“Bespin?” She repeats, tasting the word as it comes sour out of her mouth. As her head fills with freezing cold wisps of smoke, the taste of fear lingering like an ache in the back of her teeth, the smell of blood and burnt flesh and oh.
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Leia's got what's promising to be a storm of a headache brewing as she stares vacantly at the pile of reports waiting to be read and processed, and that's before Han Solo bursts into her room, shoulders back, lines across his forehead and body full of pointy and lethally sharp edges.
“I can't believe that none of you told me.” He snaps out, teeth clicking together with barely concealed rage that has Leia shrinking back against her seat, truly, honestly frightened. “Not one of you thought to fill me in.”
“Han?”
“Not one of you,” he repeats, pacing, his hands shaking.
“Han!” Leia bites back, throwing a look at the still open doorway which people are beginning to poke their heads around, throwing the pair of them concerned and questioning looks. Leia shakes her head at the enquiries, she can handle Han Solo herself, even when he's being a son of a bantha. Standing up and closing the door behind her before she invites Han to take her vacated seat, which he throws himself into, slumping down with his head in his hands, all of the fight in him gone, just like that.
“Are you going to tell me-”
“Bespin.” Han says, so softly that Leia has to lean in to hear him.
“Bespin?” She repeats, tasting the word as it comes sour out of her mouth. As her head fills with freezing cold wisps of smoke, the taste of fear lingering like an ache in the back of her teeth, the smell of blood and burnt flesh and oh.
“Luke,” she says and Han nods at her wordlessly.
“Why didn't one of you tell me?”
“It wasn't really my place,” she says as Han's head shoots up whip smart fast, mouth curled into a snarl of anger.
“Wasn't your place?” He bites back at her. “You and me and Luke, after all that we've been through together?”
“And after all that you'd been through?”
Han waves the thought away, which no, she's not letting him get away with that one. The men in her life are all just as bad as each other. “You were frozen, Han.”
He pats down every inch of his body. “And still whole and intact and 100% healthy.”
Leia raises an eyebrow, highly doubtful of that fact. She's seen him trembling sometimes, a shake to his fingers that doesn't stop until Leia or Luke wraps his hand tight against their own. How sometimes he'll wrap himself up in an extra layer as if the carbonite is still there, freezing in his bones.
“And what about you?”He counters, “Are you alright?”
Leia thinks about the dreams she has at night. Surrounded in darkness as the people she cares about get pulled out of her grasp, the sound of heavy, dark filtrated breathing ringing in her ears like an echo, like a promise, like a call. How sometimes its the desert sand rubbing raw against her skin as strange and unknown appendages reach out and paw at her body as if it's no longer her own. The smell of burning spices and unwashed skin surrounding her heavy, filling up her nose and her mouth until she can't breathe.
“I'm fine, Han.” She says, a shake to her voice that they both pretend doesn't happen. “Luke, Chewie and Lando all saw to it that I got out.”
“Barely,” he huffs, soft.
“Well we rescued you, didn't we?” She replies, ruffled as Han grins at her and she relaxes, smiling, knowing exactly what he's trying to do.
He reaches out for her then, taking a hold of her arm, his gaze pinning her down, warm and solid. “You sure?” His hand curls into her own, flexing and folding against her fingers. “You haven't got a bionic knee in there that the two of you neglected to mention?” She taps her knee as Han pulls her against his chest and sighs over the top of her head. “We're a mess, huh?”
Leia leans back to look at him. “What exactly did Luke tell you?”
Han rolls his eyes. “Luke? Practically nothing. Chewie got in a fuss about somethin' and nothin' and by the time I'd dealt with the big fur ball, Luke had done one of his vanishin' acts on me.”
“Vader did it to him.” She says quietly, sensing a chill cool the room.
Leia feels Han tense beneath her. “How did he, did you?” His mouth flaps open and in any other situation it might be funny.
“I don't know.” She admits, closing her eyes once more against that shooting pain of a headache. At the time, she'd been too grateful, too busy thanking her lucky stars that she'd been right, that Luke was relatively safe, still breathing.
“He's not right, Leia.”
“I know,” she admits, tucking her chin against her chest.
There was something different about him. Something different about all of them, war tended to do that to even the best of people; turn them inside out, but Luke was still holding back something, keeping secrets from her that felt just on the tip of her tongue. Leia had tried needling it out of him those first few nights in hiding. Watching him wake up in pain, his face creasing through the worst of it as the pain meds they kept aboard the falcon wore down and ran out. Trying desperately to get Luke to talk to her in the middle of the night when he woke up from his fevered nightmares, her hand cradling his left whilst her other smoothed back his hair; telling him that everything would be alright, singing old Alderaanian lullabies that she'd not thought about in forever, the kind that her Father had used once upon a time to sing her to sleep.
“He won't talk to me. I figured maybe he needed time, but...” Surely by now he'd have opened up to her? Or Han? At least one of them. “Something happened between him and Vader. I've never seen him so scared.” She'd been trembling herself after, a cold that had seeped in and taken hold, numbing her from the inside through to her bones.
“We'll fix it,” Han reassures her, voice calm and steady.
“Will we?” Leia isn't sure if she's asking about Luke, herself, Han or the war. She's tired, she knows that much, sick of running and fleeing and being so damn scared.
“All of it,” Han says, “we'll fix all of it.” His words, Leia thinks, almost like a promise.
I've always thought they made a mistake in TESB when the lowered Han into the carbon freeze; I mean, his hands were cuffed before but when he comes up from being frozen he's got them up in a defensive motion. But I'm watching the movie again and right before he goes down two of Lando's workers mess with his binders. I always assumed they were just making sure they were still cuffed, but when they step away, I noticed this time that Han's hands are actually free. He still has the binders around his upper body but his arms are free from the elbows down. Now I think they still messed up when it came to the binders around his chest and upper arms. I can't tell for sure if they're there when he's in the carbonite, but they aren't there when he comes out of it. Now I can overlook that, it's filmed several years later, it's easy to miss that. But I don't know how I never noticed they removed his binders just before.
