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HanSolo29 Title: Manager: • Fan Art • LFP/ Indiana Jones Registered: Apr '01	Date Posted: 9/4 10:07pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU, UPDATED 3 Sept.
	Just went through and read the whole thing so far. What can I say? You officially have me hooked! -----signature----- "One little spark of inspiration is at the heart of all creation." "Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved." Romans 10:13 TK-2685; Garrison Carida, 501st Legion PHILLIES WIN! 2008 WORLD SERIES CHAMPIONS!
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zsuzsa Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 9/7 10:36am Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU, UPDATED 3 Sept.
	I really like how you picture the men in Leia's life. Bail comforting Han was a real tender moment. Please don't let Leia die. As the author of the story you can make some miracle don't you? My recent favourite readings are full of Leia angst but I like them very much. Zsuzsa
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LASOS Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 9/23 2:03pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU, UPDATED 3 Sept.
	I have an update! I don't have time for author replies at the moment other than a blanket thank you (THANK YOU!!!), but I'll get to them soon, I swear. Also, in a fit of insomnia at 4am, I wrote this little scene to explain my absence. Y'all rock. -LASOS A Brief Interlude, or, Where the Heck Is LASOS? SCENE opens in the galley of the MILLENNIUM FALCON. PRINCESS LEIA is reclined on the couch that wraps around the holochess table, casually reading a datapad. She is startled when LASOS runs in from stage left, carrying the MOACS update. LASOS: It’s here! I’ve got the update! LEIA (sitting up): It’s about time! What have you been doing? You have me jump in between the sheets with Han and-- LASOS (interrupting): And you have a problem with that? LEIA (continuing as if ignoring her, but still blushing furiously): --And then I’ve been laying in a hospital dying for three weeks. What are you trying to do to us? LASOS: Um... HAN SOLO swaggers in from stage right, and LASOS swoons at the sight of handsome, unchecked masculinity in tight pants, but stops when she notices she is on the receiving end of the ORGANA GLARE OF DEATH (TM). HAN: Hey, LASOS, where have you been? We were starting to wonder where you got off to. LASOS: Well, I’ve been in the clutches of Darth Real Life for the past few weeks. I’ve been traveling for work, training for a half marathon, and suckered in to going to the bars on more than one weeknight. HAN (agreeing): I know how that goes. LASOS: Plus, college football started and it’s still wedding season. I’m way behind on author replies, and on top of that, Muse has been hiding in a closet. I was able to escape DRL temporarily by breaking Muse out of the closet and locking DRL in there, but he’s angry and I don’t know how much longer I can hold him off. And Muse is being frustratingly ADD. She wants me to write these other two multi-chapters, but I won’t post them until I finish at least one of the ones I’ve got going. LEIA: That’s probably a good idea. LASOS smiles. HAN (pointing an annoyingly attractive finger in LASOS’ face): Tell the truth. Are you really going to kill Leia? What’s she ever done to you? LASOS (biting bottom lip and shrugging): Umm...I can’t tell you. Both HAN and LEIA glare at LASOS. LASOS: Oh come on! It would ruin the story! LEIA (crossing her arms over her chest): Well maybe you should think about writing a little faster and stop keeping everyone hanging. HAN (nodding): Yeah. LASOS (dropping head in shame): You’re right. I’m sorry. (She hands HAN the update.) Here’s the update, very PG-13 and ever so subtly inspired by an episode of Grey’s Anatomy. I hope this is good enough for now. LEIA: What’s Grey’s Anatomy? LASOS: Never mind. There is a pause as HAN studies the update and then glances dubiously at LEIA. HAN (shrugging): I guess this will do. Now get outta here so we can get to it. LASOS nods and exits stage left to go write some more. LEIA (calling after her): Just hurry up next time! END SCENE, START NEW CHAPTER Yeah, I know. That was pretty stupid. -----signature----- I can engage in lightsaber duels with my 5 year-old nephew while playing catch with my 2 year-old nephew. Wearing stilettos. Take that, Luke Skywalker.
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LASOS Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 9/23 2:06pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU, UPDATED 3 Sept. - Date Edited: 9/24 3:58pm (2 edits total) Edited By: LASOS
	Chapter Eighteen: All the More for That “All that I am; All that I ever was; Is here in your perfect eyes; They’re all I can see; I don’t know where; Confused about how as well; Just know that these things will never change for us at all...” Snow Patrol, “Chasing Cars” -- “You were right, you know.” Leia’s voice was muffled as it squeezed around the wires and circuitry of the aft hold, past metal and tiny spaces before it finally reached him, where he was contorted in the far corner, rather futilely attempting to fuse together the positive power couplings. Han furrowed his brow, almost surprised to hear such an admission escape her lips, and, rather ungracefully, wriggled his way out of the hold to find one petite princess standing at its mouth, extending the hilt of a particularly sharp vibroblade in his direction. Tentatively, Han took the blade from her and turned it over in his hands, inspecting it, before looking back up at her again, confused. “What?” “You were right, Han,” she said again, her brown eyes swimming with resolve. “A few weeks ago when you found my prisoner’s chip.” Steeling herself, Leia turned her back to him and lifted up the hem of her tight camisole, exposing the creamy white skin beneath. Still puzzled, Han placed his fingers over the little bump just above her hip, then reached around and spun her to face him again. “What did I say?” She raised an eyebrow, as if surprised he didn’t remember. “You said that I would always be their prisoner. Always, as long as I had this-” she gestured to her low back, “thing inside of me.” Han frowned as he looked from her to the blade in his hands. It was dawning on him, uncomfortably quickly, exactly what Leia was about to ask him to do, and the mere thought made him sick to his stomach. He held up the vibroblade. “Why this?” “I want you to cut it out.” Her voice was firm and left no room for debate, and she gave him the very answer he didn’t want to hear. He gaped at her, almost stupidly, for a moment, half-willing her to crack a brilliant smile and admit she was joking. When she didn’t, however, the sickness returned to him and settled like a dense weight in the pit of his stomach. His fingers tensed around the hilt of the knife, angry at the very thought of inflicting harm on the princess that he had loved and protected for three years, the tiny, beautiful force before him that he took into his arms, into his bed, every night, the princess that he shielded from terrifying nightmares and showered a care and devotion and desperate need he had never known he was capable of feeling. They were two days to Bespin, and already the gaseous planet was looming on the horizon, and both Han and Leia were dreading the end of what had become paradise in the cold depths of space. Bespin meant the end of their relative solitude, the quiet existence as a couple, as lovers, and the return of a Rebellion that would not likely offer them the time they wanted to have together. It also meant a shaky and uncertain future for Han; they hadn’t discussed what his plans were upon fixing the hyperdrive and returning her to Gamma Base, and even Han wasn’t truly certain what they might be. He had put her in unnecessary danger on Ord Mantell and adamantly refused to do that to her again, but he knew her, really knew her now. Han craved Leia, he ached for her even when she was but a room away on his little ship. He couldn’t leave her. Not anymore. But he also couldn’t hurt her. And yet here she was, his Leia, his stunning princess, standing before him in a tight tank top and his pants low on her hips, with her hair loose and parted to the left, cascading in chocolate waves down her back, and she was asking him to hurt her. Demanding him to hurt her. And it sliced through Han, cut him to his soul. He loved her, he loved her so much, and it made him angry that she thought him capable of doing something so barbaric. “No.” His voice was low, dangerous. “It’s right below my skin, Han,” she protested quickly, placing a delicate hand on his wrist. “You wouldn’t even have to cut through any muscle-” “No,” he interrupted, jerking his arm away from her. Leia looked startled by his sudden anger and drew her hand back as if she’d been burned, but she still persisted. “Please.” “No, Leia!” Angrily, he shook his head and pushed past her, terror and fury struggling with one another for a hold on his mind. She refused, however, to let him leave this conversation, and was right behind him as he stalked down the corridor. “I need you to do this for me.” “I won’t.” He rounded the corner and palmed open the door to his quarters, and Leia quickly slipped in before he locked it behind him. “Why not?” she demanded, the ire in her eyes and voice matching his. “It’s one quick cut. I should think that--” Han slammed the vibroblade down on his desk that sat beneath the viewport, Bespin looming red in the distance, and whirled around, his face dangerously close to hers, his irises a deep, stormy green. “What? You should think what, Princess? That a criminal like me wouldn’t have any problem butchering the woman he loves?” Leia barely controlled the sudden urge to slap him, horrified and enraged by such a terrible comment. Instead, she straightened and pushed herself closer to him. “That is a terrible thing to say! How could you even assume something so awful?” “I won’t do it, Leia.” He gripped her shoulders, the pads of his fingers applying almost painful, almost possessive pressure into her upper arms. “I won’t.” “I need you to do this for me, Han,” she implored. “I can’t hurt you!” “You’re not hurting me!” “If you think for one second that I could bring myself to cut you open, that I don’t-I don’t love you enough not to hurt you-” Han faltered as his voice broke under the weight of what Leia was asking of him, and she used that as her opportunity to make him see. “It has to be you, Han,” she said softly, bringing her hands up to caress the muscles of his chest beneath his white shirt, “because you’re the only one that loves me enough to do it.” “Right,” he retorted sarcastically. “I’m the only one that loves you enough to mutilate you.” Leia shook her head. “Not mutilate. Set me free.” It was clear from the sudden softening in Han’s eyes and his stunned silence that he was taken aback by the love and trust that Leia was instilling in him. He was still angry, terrified even, and she could feel the thunderous beat of his heart beneath her hands. But understanding began to muddle its way through Han’s clouded ire, and Leia seized upon this dawning realization, bringing one hand up to brush back his dark, scruffy hair. “Please, Han,” she whispered, but the words had hardly escaped her mouth before Han’s lips descended on her own, furiously, punishingly. His hands dragged from her shoulders to cup either side of her face and he crushed her into him and backed them against the cabin door. Leia gasped and arched against him as the bare skin of her back made contact with the cold durasteel, and Han circled his arms around her, never ceasing his desperate, hungry kisses. She returned his heated, possessive passions of lips and teeth and tongue, tugging eagerly the hem of his shirt from his pants until her hands and arms found his smooth skin. Han’s lips brushed over her jaw and the spot at the base of her neck that he’d been delighted to find made her knees buckle, and Leia let loose a heady moan as he caught her earlobe between his teeth. “Do you,” he mumbled, his voice warm, electrifying against her ear, “have any idea what you do to me?” He never gave her a chance to respond. Suddenly, his hands were at the back of her legs and he was hoisting her, as if she weighed nothing, as if she were a feather, and carrying her to his bunk. She landed against the mattress with a soft thud, and he was on top of her, pinning her arms into the pillows above her head, covering every inch of her body with his, devouring her lips, her neck with kisses. Han and Leia were both caught in the same fury of overwhelming desire, and it came in a flash of clothes tossed across the room, and of skin and sweat, of moans and ragged breathing. They were an intoxicating tangle of bodies, of limbs and sheets. A strangled cry escaped Leia’s lips as Han kissed her collarbone, and liquid brown eyes flew open to catch honeyed hazel. In that moment, suddenly, gloriously, everything else melted away. Gone was Leia, the former senator, the ice princess, the tragically homeless Rebel leader, and gone was Han, the cynic, the gruff smuggler, the man hardened under the oppressive weight of a death sentence. There was no past for them, there were no arguments, no tortures, no scars, and Bespin, the Rebellion, and Jabba did not loom in the distance. Han only saw Leia, his Leia, and she only saw her Han. The love they made was not sweet and delicate as it had been before. It was as passionate and furious as Han’s kisses, but the love, the unchecked need was still there. Their movements spoke what they could not, filled volumes and volumes of the epic their lives had become. It was an act of possession as much as it was an act of love, and when they finally collapsed, gasping for air, Leia wrapped in Han’s arms and damp bodies cocooned in heated sheets, Han suddenly knew, just knew, that he had made Leia his and she had made him hers and they were forever bonded as one. He would not leave her, could not leave her, bounty hunters and Sith lords be damned. Han held Leia against him, stroking her soft hair as their breathing slowly quieted and the chill of the room returned with their falling body temperatures. Leia’s eyes were closed but she was not sleeping; instead he could see she was drinking in the serenity that blanketed them, as though she could freeze this moment and live in it forever. The corners of his mouth ticked upward at the absurdity of that thought, of being frozen in a moment. But still, if it ever were to happen, he’d want to be frozen in this moment of absolute oneness with the woman who had captured his heart with only one sarcastic comment, bitten out through a barrage of laser fire. Leia sighed contentedly and her long lashes opened to reveal molten chocolate eyes that Han knew would never cease to take his breath away. She smiled as she caught him watching her, and he ducked his head and buried a kiss in her hair. “Stay here,” he murmured against the crown of her head, then he tipped her onto her back and rolled over her and out of the bunk. He pulled on the pair of crumpled undershorts that had been thrown to the floor not long ago and palmed open the door to the cabin. Curious, Leia drew in her knees and sat up in the bunk, wrapping the sheet around her body like a towel, like the dress of Solas, the Alderaani goddess of light, and listened as Han rummaged around from somewhere in the ship. He was back in a moment, medkit in hand, and he locked the cabin door again before setting the kit on the desk next to the vibroblade that started all of this and spread out a clean white cloth. “What are you doing?” she queried, standing up and crossing the room to him. “Trust me,” Han replied, searching through the kit. He set out a small tube of bacta, a roll of synthflesh, and a carton of sterilizing wipes, then found a vial of a clear painkiller and a packaged sterile syringe. “No,” Leia said, suddenly, seeing him pull out the syringe. “No needles.” Han sighed and squared his jaw in mild frustration as he regarded her, firmly. “I can’t do it any other way, Sweetheart.” “No needles,” she repeated. “Leia.” He reached forward with his free hand and caressed her chin gently. “You have to let it go.” Handing her the packaged syringe, he turned back to his makeshift surgical station and began to wipe down the entire vibroblade. As he sanitized the instrument, Leia turned the syringe over in her hands, inspecting it. Her fingers were trembling, she realized, as she held in her hands the very thing that had been the source of so much pain and terror for her for over three years. She could feel every place on her body where a needle had punctured her skin on the Death Star. It was as if the tiny wounds had suddenly burst into flame, had opened pooled with burning acid when she put her fingers around the instrument that caused them, and she fought the urge to throw the syringe across the cabin and claw at herself. With a shuddering inhale, Leia forced her mind to calm and she looked from the syringe to Han, who was watching her with gentle, expectant hazel eyes, the vibroblade completely sanitized. And as she caught her lover’s gaze, she realized that her almost paralyzing fear of needles, another scar, another brand on her body and mind, imprisoned her as much as the chip beneath her skin. The man standing before her had been her savior from her physical imprisonment and he had been her savior from her own emotional torture. She needed him to save her from these last binders, to cut away the staggering remnants that no longer deserved control over her life. Hands suddenly steady, she tore open the sterile packaging of the syringe and offered the capped needle to Han. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against her ear as he took it from her, then uncapped the needle and filled it with a small amount of local anesthetic. He picked up another sanitizing wipe and Leia turned away from him and let the sheet fall to the floor, allowing the man she loved and trusted above all others unhindered access to the small of her back. Han kissed her bare shoulder as he swiped the area over her prisoner’s chip clean, and she arched slightly against the cold touch of the wipe and the tingling pleasure of his velvet lips against her skin. She reached back and pulled her curtains of hair out of his way, but he caught her wrist gently and explored her gaze with his own. “Let me know if you need me to stop.” There was a care in Han’s voice that Leia had never heard before, and it wrapped around her and tugged at her heart. She swallowed against the sudden lump in her throat and nodded. “I will.” She braced herself for the injection, for the feel of a sharp needle puncturing her, tearing her flesh apart, but she felt nothing and suddenly Han was placing an empty syringe back onto the desk. Leia turned around, startled, as he pressed a clean finger to the area around her chip. “You’re finished?” He nodded. “Can you feel that, Princess?” “No.” Han smiled at her reassuringly. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Leia nearly laughed and cried all at once and turned back around as Han picked up the vibroblade. “No. It wasn’t.” Even though she was numbed to the pain, Han still felt sick as he took the blade to Leia’s pale skin. The blood, her blood, the crimson fluid that ran through her body, through her heart, that kept her alive and here beside him, began to ooze from the tiny incision and spill down her back and onto his hands. He was hurting her, giving her another scar, and it was tearing at his mind and soul to do it, but he did it because she loved him and trusted him and knew that he would do it because he loved her just as much. “Can you feel that?” he asked as he set the dirtied blade down on the towel. “No,” she replied, and he continued, finding the chip with his fingers and pushing at it through her skin until it emerged, a tiny metal square, from the incision. Carefully, he plucked it out and set it on the cloth next to the blade, then quickly retrieved the tube of bacta. Han worked quickly. Bacta and synthflesh applied, he then retrieved a roll of gauze to wipe away the trickle of blood that slid down her naked hip. Then he cleaned the blood off his hands and covered the area with a white bandage that nearly matched the color of her skin and kissed the newly smooth area at the small of Leia’s back. The chip was gone. Han straightened as Leia brought a tentative hand back to feel the area where the chip had been, and watched silently as she walked over to the desk and regarded the bloody chip that had held her prisoner for so long. She picked it up between two trembling fingers and examined it closely before setting it, almost gingerly, back down on the cloth. She was still for a moment, save for her shaking shoulders, staring out the viewport to the gas giant that hovered outside the window, and Han was about to draw her into him when she suddenly seized the hilt of vibroblade and slammed the butt of the knife hard into the chip. Leia dropped the knife and it hit the floor with an echoing clatter, revealing on the bloodied towel the destroyed remains of the chip, tiny metal shards. Finally, she spun around to face him fully, and he saw the unshed tears shining painfully in her eyes, silhouetted against shadows, against starlight, and against Bespin’s red-orange glow. For a moment, he was terrified that he’d hurt her, but Leia threw her trembling self forward and wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his shoulder, clinging to him fiercely, as though she had no intentions of ever, ever letting him go again. “Thank you,” she gasped, her words muffled against his skin. Han held her tightly, desperately, chin rested against the top of her head, and hoped that maybe, just maybe, the strength of his arms around her tiny body would be enough to protect her, to protect Them, from the demons that lay outside the ship, eager, ready and waiting to take them down. -- “You let him go?” A frustrated Mace Windu slammed a fist against Bail Organa’s desk and looked from the sympathetic ethereal figure of Obi-Wan to the equally frustrated ethereal figure of Qui-Gon to the shimmering blue holo of a stricken Yoda. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Luke Skywalker had fled Dagobah and abandoned his training, his fledgling mind overwhelmed by evil, terrifying visions planted there by his own father. He was supposed to be protected on Dagobah, shielded. He was supposed to have learned to ignore these visions. But he hadn’t and he had left, and suddenly all hope for the Alliance, and for the Jedi, was fading quickly. “How could you just let him go?” “Listen to reason, he would not,” Yoda said angrily. “Stubborn and reckless is he.” “You didn’t think to tell him that he’s only making things worse by going?” Mace demanded, secretly thankful Bail hadn’t asked to be part of this meeting that so intimately concerned his adopted daughter. Obi-Wan held up a hand, silencing the two living Jedi masters. “Yoda tried to explain, Mace, but Vader knows that Luke is vulnerable.” “Infiltrated Luke’s dreams, Vader has.” “He was supposed to learn to ignore those!” Mace retorted. “Strong these visions are, and terrifying. Unable to block them out, he was.” Mace opened his mouth to argue, but he was interrupted by Qui-Gon’s quiet revelation from his position in the far corner of the office. “Leia shares these nightmares,” he said, softly, and the other three masters looked at him, startled by this new information. “Does this mean Vader knows about Leia?” Obi-Wan asked. “He can’t,” Mace replied. “There’s no way. She’s shielded.” “But the shared dreams,” Qui-Gon protested. “And Vader followed the Falcon from Hoth.” “He’s using Leia for Luke,” Mace said. “Vader has no idea what their relation is.” “Vader knows how deeply Luke cares for his friends. He’s going to exploit this. He’ll torture Leia.” “Leia has been tortured by Vader before,” Obi-Wan calmed. “Her shielding is effective. I felt her pain on the Death Star and still could not detect her Force-sensitivity. Vader won’t find out.” “If you’re wrong, Obi-Wan-” Mace began. “I’m not,” Obi-Wan retorted, firmly. “Vader won’t find out Leia is his daughter.” The three humans fell silent and looked at the silent Master Yoda, who had suddenly closed his eyes and was stretching out in the Force. “Master Yoda?” Qui-Gon asked, tentatively. There was stillness for another moment before Yoda finally spoke, but still the wizened master did not open his wide eyes. “Finished, it is,” he whispered, “just as the prophecy foretold.” -----signature----- I can engage in lightsaber duels with my 5 year-old nephew while playing catch with my 2 year-old nephew. Wearing stilettos. Take that, Luke Skywalker.
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Sara_Kenobi Registered: Sep '00	Date Posted: 9/23 2:36pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU, UPDATED 23 SEPT!
	Excellent update! -----signature----- Fall of the Knight (OT, PT, AU, Obi-Wan, Leia, Han) http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29025519/p1/?74
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dm1 Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 9/23 3:47pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU, UPDATED 23 SEPT!
	“Finished, it is,” he whispered, “just as the prophecy foretold.” Uh, oh, what's finished? I have a feeling I know, but that's just creepy. So... things aren't going exactly perfectly, though. They didn't realize Luke would leave his training to save his friends, or at least try? I loved the Han/Leia part. Poor Han, what Leia asked wasn't easy for him. Lastly, your little interlude was fun. This was a wonderful birthday present, glad you updated today! -----signature----- Internet Mom to HSG! Hey, HSG, watch those explosives, be careful!!
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JediXManSerenaKenobi Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 9/23 5:12pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU, UPDATED 23 SEPT!
	Wow, that was a great chapter!!! Looking forward to more. Really enjoyed your conversation with Leia. - Serena -----signature----- " 'Do you believe in God?' written on the bullet/ Say 'yes' to pull the trigger / And I will pull the trigger!" Talon Intelligence Squadron Artist! Talons rule! Proud member of Wrenga Jixton's Virtual Blondies! Christian=follower of Savior Jesus Christ
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SithGirl132 Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 9/23 6:13pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU, UPDATED 23 SEPT!
	So romantic and so creepy... fantastic! I loved the little interlude at the beginning where you temporarily lost the fourth wall. Your chapter was very well-written, but I'm certainly a bit worried about Yoda's last words... -----signature----- if loving you is wrong, i don't want to be right NaNo victim once again. give me coffee and no one gets hurt! Fics in Prolific Writers' Thread.
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alderaanprincess Registered: Feb '08	Date Posted: 9/23 6:20pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU, UPDATED 23 SEPT! - Date Edited: 9/23 6:23pm (2 edits total) Edited By: alderaanprincess
	HAN SOLO swaggers in from stage right, and LASOS swoons at the sight of handsome, unchecked masculinity in tight pants, but stops when she notices she is on the receiving end of the ORGANA GLARE OF DEATH (TM). LOL “Finished, it is,” he whispered, “just as the prophecy foretold.” woah...don't know exactly what that means but it can't be good, can it? I kinda felt bad for Han, having to take out the chip and all. Of course, I felt bad for Leia for even having the chip...anyways, great update! -----signature----- LEiA "Sometimes I amaze even myself!" "I don't know who you are or where you came from but from now on you do as I tell you. Okay?" http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28196366/p1/?5
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YmaSolo Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 9/23 7:29pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU, UPDATED 23 SEPT!
	There is a pause as HAN studies the update and then glances dubiously at LEIA. HAN (shrugging): I guess this will do. Now get outta here so we can get to it. LASOS nods and exits stage left to go write some more. LEIA (calling after her): Just hurry up next time! This was too cute! Loved the interlude. As for the chapter... I have no idea where to start. I'm speechless it was so good!!! -----signature----- It ain't Tatooine... but it's darn close at 118 in the shade
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zsuzsa Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 9/24 11:10am Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU, UPDATED 23 SEPT!
	Brief Interlude was sipmly great. What an absolute commitment between H & L Oh, they reach Bespin soon. I am afraid it is not AU enough for them to skip the bad things on Cloud City. Did I tell you how much I love your writing? All the people in the story are absolutely in character. I can imagine the events of the story as cut scenes of the OT movies. I hope your Muse is working now and DRL can let you enough time to entertain us here on the boards. Zs.
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The-Solo-Smirk Registered: Jun '08	Date Posted: 9/24 3:38pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU, UPDATED 23 SEPT!
	Goodbye boring after hours! LASOS, you just saved my life! So good to read a new H/L AU story! -----signature----- LP: queen of Han/Leia banter Leia’s open palm cracked against Han’s face. “Don’t lie to me, damn it! I could smell her cheap perfume all over you! And don’t think I didn’t see the guilt all over your face when you came crawling back here, you gutter-Hutt"
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LittleCat Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 10/2 7:23pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU, UPDATED 23 SEPT! - Date Edited: 10/2 7:56pm (1 edits total) Edited By: LittleCat
	I love your narrative hahaha. I definitely don't hold your DRL against you considering mine has been beating me with a stick the past month and a half. I think my narrative would go something like this: The Millennium Falcon drops LASOS off at LITTLECAT's front door where she knocks for several minutes until a tired and disheveled LITTLECAT answers. Glasses askew, hair a tangled mess, a computer charger cord wrapped around her neck...a pretty pathetic sight indeed. LASOS: Where have you BEEN!? What, you send me a PM and then DON'T review my post?? LITTLECAT: But...um...er....APPLICATIONS! LASOS: I've had enough of your applications!! You've been working on those applications since the day I met you! LITTLECAT: But.. LASOS: NO! I'm sick of it! What, is veterinary school four years long because you spend the entire first year filling out an application for it!? LITTLECAT: But... LASOS: I mean come on! It takes you 3 months to tell a bunch of suits that you want to spend your life playing with kitties!?! LITTLECAT: BUT THEY'RE DONE!!! LASOS: What?? LITTLECAT: I just submitted my last application...it's done. LASOS: Oh. LITTLECAT: Mhmm. LASOS: Well then...I guess I'll have to wait for Han to come back...I told him to fly around the block a couple of times...and to be shirtless when I return. LITTLECAT: Niiiiice! LASOS: Then Leia backhanded me across the face. She really should learn to share. LITTLECAT: I totally agree! .............. Okay, so I got a little carried away with that, but it was fun totally joking though, you know I love you Lasos! Oh, and applications really are DONE!!! Now, on to the story! This chapter was absolutely jaw dropping!! You showed their emotional intimacy just as well as you showed their physical intimacy, and they were both written so beautifully!! The microchip scene was a great side of Han that I've never really seen before in any other story. It makes so much sense for his character, having rescued Chewbacca from slavery and having been mistreated himself as a child, that he would respond so fervently to her request. I also think it was great that they reached a compromise on the situation, it spoke volumes about how the maturity of their relationship has grown and how much they've come to trust one another. As for the Jedi meeting, I'm very interested to see it...well, read it...play out. I know that the Jedi are supposed to fight for the greater good, but I would hope they would be a little less enthusiastic about Leia's impending torture, even if they're little secret is safe. Sigh Actually, I take that back, it fits in perfectly well with the canon Jedi philosophy, I'm just mad that Leia's the one in the crossfire. I miiiight be a little biased Groans I hate prophecies!! They're too ambiguous to properly predict and so you end up fitting them to your own means and then everything goes south from there...[Yoda_Voice] impending doom I sense....did you guys NOT learn from the LAST prophecy you got wrong!? Silly Jedi Still wonderfully written of course, I'm so curious to find out what'll happen! I LOVE this story! Awesome post once again Lasos, Hope DRL gets better!! -----signature----- "If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it." -Willy Wonka
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Lileia Registered: Jan '08	Date Posted: 10/3 4:13am Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU, UPDATED 23 SEPT!
	What a wonderful story. I loved how you described characters and their emotions. it's so like them. Can I be added to your PM list, please?
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JediMasterAmanda Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 10/3 7:13am Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU, UPDATED 23 SEPT!
	nice chapter -----signature----- Jedi Padawan--/---\--Trust in the Force "You have that, 'we're in trouble' look." -Snips "There's a look?" -Skyguy "You can't miss it." -Snips TISSI-2 at your service.
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