Thought we were done, did you? You know us better than that. This one comes to us from a first-time Han and Leia author, StatsGrandma. If you like what you see, please let her know. Enjoy!
AIR AND WATER
by: StatsGrandma
He is water.
Water is essential for
life in all of its varied planetary forms.
It constitutes 70 percent of the galaxy, as it does for individual
humans.
I watch as he tinkers
with the Falcon. When we're not trying
to get out of a tight situation because the hyperdrive has failed yet again, he
possesses a nearly Zen like calm as he works with his hands. To the casual
observer, he is a happy grease monkey.
He tells jokes with his
friends, many of which are not repeatable in polite company. He's always up for
a game of sabaac, and he'll calmly bet the spaceship on a smashball tournament.
He's a hail fellow well
met when in public. Leadership is
something he wears easily and naturally and he doesn't appear to take it too
seriously.
He would give the
impression that he is a rather shallow pool.
That impression would be
wrong.
The sparkling hazel eyes
are merely the shallows near the shores.
Once past them, the water rapidly becomes deeper, and at times,
darker. Han's emotions are bottomless,
and he guards them carefully. His
passions are always roiling beneath the surface, something very few ever
witness.
He chose me to not only
witness, but to be engulfed by them. I
was terribly frightened at first. I had
been groomed to be self contained, constantly in control. My destiny, as I understood it, was to be
that of service to my world and to my galaxy. A private life was never
discussed. I was duty bound. There would be no room in my world for the
deep waters of private passion. I'd
defined myself as my father had defined me.
And then, the tsunami
struck.
The first time it hit me
was at the awards ceremony, where I was to give Luke and Han their medals for
valor. I remember Han's face, looking
around as if he didn't know quite why he was there. But then I placed the medal gently around his
neck, and he looked up at me...
And winked.
It took everything I had
not to melt into liquid at that moment.
Later that night, many
liquids were consumed, in vast quantities.
It was late and I was feeling more than a bit tipsy when Han came over
and asked me to dance.
I didn't want this to
happen. I needed to push these feelings
aside, because I knew that if I gave in, I'd drown. Drown in a deep ocean of
love, unable to navigate the waves.
He smiled at me in such a way that it was impossible for me to refuse. I stretched out my hand and allowed him to lead me to the dance floor. We danced. I thanked him and rushed away, my mind a storm of feelings.
I couldn't allow myself
to be dragged away in the undertow.
For the longest time, I
avoided him as much as possible.
He took it as a challenge,
and he'd show up everywhere that I was.
I told myself that as soon as we'd moved operations to Hoth, he'd be
gone and that would be that.
But he didn't
leave. And he seemed to delight in
taunting me like a schoolboy.
Some schoolboy.
Any notions of that
vanished the day we were doing repairs on the Falcon. He had come over to assist me and, not
wanting to fall further into the undertow, reacted with my typical hostility.
He wasn't buying
it. He took my hand, and I began
trembling in fear of going too far into the depths. And when he kissed me, it became apparent
that I was so far in over my head that it was pointless to continue to deny how
I felt about him.
Today was the death of
the space station. It was near twilight,
and then suddenly, there was a great burst of light in the sky. Han looked at
me with those beautiful eyes of his, and I knew then that I would swim with him
forever.
HAN:
She is air.
No one can breathe
without air. The composition may differ
in places, but without it, everyone and everything's dead.
Including myself.
Before her, I was living
pretty good. My life consisted of
playing sabaac, getting drunk with my smuggling buddies, and transporting
illicit goods for big bucks. It was a
lifestyle that allowed me plenty of time and money to goof off, which worked
for me. No entanglements. No commitments. Just good times and decent pay.
I felt empty sometimes,
but Alderaanian ale in sufficient quantities would take care of that. There was the hangover the next day, but I
could still outrun Imperial ships with my head throbbing and my mouth tasting
like a Tauntaun.
And then, I was
boarded. And Jabba wasn't in a forgiving
mood. I was totally screwed and was
having a hard time breathing; if something didn't get me out of this mess soon,
I'd have no need of breathing. While
drowning my sorrows at the cantina in Mos Eisley one afternoon, I was
approached by an old man and a kid about a transport to Alderaan. They were
paying good bank and I figured I was home free.
What was supposed to be
a quick and easy transport turned into the incredible life changing event.
Because of her.
I think it was when we
were back on the Falcon that I felt my breath hitch in my throat. She had the power to suck out every bit of
air in my lungs.
I found that I needed
her near me to breathe at all. I ended
up staying on for the revolution that wasn't mine, to be near her. Not that she didn't leave me sucker punched
for what felt like forever. I'd follow her about, trying to feel alive.
I realized the life I'd
been living wasn't living at all. I'd
been dead inside.
And then, there was the
day in the circuitry bay. She'd been
having trouble with a latch, and I came down to help her. She pushed me away,
but I wasn't going to give up without a fight. I pulled her close.
I had never been so
breathless -- or so alive. It was like
fresh oxygen pumped into my entire body and the soul I didn't know I had.
Threepio does not know
how lucky he is that I didn't dismantle him permanently.
Fortunately, after that,
she kept kissing me, and loving me, and...well, other things.
That she wakes up next
to me is what gives me breath every day.
Like air, she is a force
that cannot be contained. Air gives her
the fire that drives her, conflagrates her passions. She can be a gentle breeze or a gale force
wind, and believe me, I've experienced both. She is the most exciting,
passionate, complicated woman I've ever known.
A look, a touch, and I'm
alive again. I can float away with her
to places I never knew existed in me.
Because of her, I live.
Thanks so much for the submission! And like I said, people, don't be shy about the comments!
Amazing!! Beautifully written and I love the way they described each other :)- ashlee
ReplyDeleteOh wow, this is your first fic? You did sooo good with this. The air/water idea is so effective in describing just how much they are dependent on each other. The metaphors you use throughout are very cleverly thought out. I love the line about the tsunami hitting when Leia realised she loved him, awesome. And the paragraph about Han's eyes is just gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteExcellent job! Please keep writing. :)
Very nice. Love the way you weaved the metaphors throughout the story. I'm partial to Han's water references but Leia's air was spot-on, too. Looking forward to seeing more from you! Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI've written in two other fandoms in the past; it's what I do to relax. Why it took me so long to get to H+L, I have no idea, but my granddaughter, who is 6, has fallen in love with "Star Wars," and it impelled me to sit down and work out with this couple. I've been a fan since ANH came out in 1977.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the kind words. I've handed Z another one, and I've got one in the works.
That was very beautifull and romantic! <3 I liked the most when Leia tells about her duty to the world by her father and how Han changed everything!
ReplyDeleteI'm so happy and excited there's more to come from you! :)
Nice one! I like the character insights. Looking forward to more.
ReplyDeleteNice one! I like the character insights. Looking forward to more.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite line: "That she wakes up next to me is what gives me breath each day."
ReplyDeleteReally powerful and romantic.
Thanks so much for the kind words, everyone. I look forward to posting more -- as soon as I'm done grading a stack of midterms :)
ReplyDeleteAlways great to get new writers involved! Thanks so much for sharing this. I really loved using the air and water analogies and how they truly need each other. Very nice :)
ReplyDeleteI loved the metaphors. The air and water references were such a simple way to explain their need for one another while at the same time being complicated by their resistance to give into their feelings and attraction.
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