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alderaanprincess Registered: Feb '08	Date Posted: 7/28/08 7:34am Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	maybe Mace and Bail can get to Han and Leia before they get to Bespin and why didn't Leia take out the chip? 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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Golden_Jedi Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 7/28/08 8:36am Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	Nice to see an update! At least Bail knows she's safe... for now... -----signature----- New Bespin Café - come visit THE place for H/L fans http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/29538471 Diving (a H/L intertrilogy AU) http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27836852
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zsuzsa Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 7/28/08 1:50pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	I started to read this wonderful story over FN.net. You write L&H interactions very good. This story is absolutely believable for me. I like that you put Bail and Mace into your story. I can't wait for the next chapter. Zs.
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YmaSolo Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 7/28/08 7:46pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	“Just...don’t.” She finally dragged her gaze to meet his. “Please.” A look of simmering anger crossed his face and his hazel eyes darkened to a dangerous shade of green, but he choked down the words he wanted desperately to scream. Instead, he settled for a stiff nod. “Fine.” His response was cold, a knife to Leia’s stomach. She pressed her lips together and dropped her gaze once again. “Fine.” It was a resigned sigh before it was a word that died on her tongue. Perfect interaction. Bravo once again. Love it! -----signature----- It ain't Tatooine... but it's darn close at 118 in the shade
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DarthIshtar Title: Former CR Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 7/28/08 11:40pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	I love your Bail. I loved the story of the nerf doll and why the ears were fraying. I loved that you and I both had a "prisoner chip" for Leia. I thought it up for LYBJ and then it showed up in Legacy of the Force as something the New Republic did and I went "ah-hah!" Anyway, great job. -----signature----- "I feel like a more down-to-earth Pink 5 when I'm writing Leah. Same attitude, less lip gloss." ~Me on how to get in the right mindset for Twilight fanfic.
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JediXManSerenaKenobi Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/29/08 1:02pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT - Date Edited: 7/29/08 1:02pm (1 edits total) Edited By: JediXManSerenaKenobi
	Ah, Leia, my friend. If you could only see how Han is trying to help you deal with your pain. shakes head Oh well. I'm sure our favorite nerfherder will sometime be able to reach her. Fantastic update!! - Serena -----signature----- Crucified, laid behind a stone, You lived to die, rejected and alone, Like a Rose, trampled on the ground, You took the Fall and thought of me... Above All. - Jesus is Love. Proud Artist and member of the Talon Family! T-Squad 4ever!
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LASOS Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 7/31/08 1:16pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	So, replies first, combining the last two chapters, and then a post! Woo! LittleCat: Thanks! JediXManSerenaKenobi: Thank you! And hopefully Han will get the Ice Princess to melt soon! Golden_Jedi: Aw thanks! There were lots of 'awws' for that chapter. And I just couldn't have Bail thinking that Leia was dead again. alderaanprincess: Thank you! Glad that you liked that it was so long and the characterization. And you will find out why Leia didn't take out the chip in this chapter. JediNat: Thanks and I love that you quoted the end of c.14! Reviews like that make me happy! JediMasterAmanda: Thanks and thanks again! YmaSolo: Thank you and thanks also for the sweet PM! And again, a reply with a quote from the story! Yay! dm1: Glad that you liked the headset thing. They really are in a dance for a lot of the movies, aren't they? zsuzsa: Thank you so much!!! DarthIshtar: I'm really glad that you like Bail and the part about the nerf. And I had completely forgotten about the prisoner chip in LYBJ but I remembered once you said something and I really liked the way you did it there, too. It's such a great symbol, don't you think? It can mean so many things. -----signature----- "STAR WARS Episodes IV-VI are to be referred to as "The Original Trilogy." Episodes I-III are not to be referred to at all." - FakeAPStylebook
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LASOS Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 7/31/08 1:21pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT - Date Edited: 8/1/08 11:12am (1 edits total) Edited By: LASOS
	Chapter Fifteen: Scars “Will you make a smooth amendment; Will you break your fall from grace; Into the arms of understanding; Looking for one safe place, yeah...” Marc Cohn, “One Safe Place” -- She got his little notes, but he only knew she did because the tasks he had requested of her were always done by the time he woke. He didn’t know when she did the work, and frankly he was a little too hurt to find out, but he never once heard her welding or organizing or scratching around the cargo hold. He only knew that she had all but disappeared on his ship and the only way to communicate with her was to give her things to do, little messages left near the kaffe machine with assignments for the day. Today was the first day, however, that he heard her moving around with everyone else. Han had asked that Leia weld together the two reserve engines he’d taken together the day before, a job that put her below the deckplates but far enough away from the main hold of the Falcon that she could slip in and out unnoticed if she so desired. It was a conscious move on his part, and he wondered briefly if she recognized and appreciated it. He and Chewie were in the main cargo hold, attempting to rewire the negative power coupling that had been destroyed while they were running from Vader. It wasn’t an easy task. The coupling was carefully protected by durasteel plates that he couldn’t cut without damaging vital wires. He would have just purchased a new one and saved himself the trouble had he been anywhere else in the galaxy, but drifting along in the middle of the nothingness of the Anoat system did not make for easy stops at repair stores. Instead, he had to force his hands into the tiny openings of the coupling, rewiring blindly and more than anything cutting his hands along sharp edges. “Shavit!” Han sliced his left hand for the fourth time in the last hour, and this time the gash was deeper and bloodier than any of the others, dripping crimson fluid onto the coupling, dropping onto the floor and running down his wrist. Livid, he delivered a sound right jab to the nearest wall, firmly bruising two of his knuckles in the process. Chewie growled. “Yeah?” Han shook his head and wiped the blood on a nearby towel. “Well, the wall got what it deserved.” The Wookiee’s growl was a little louder this time. “Shut up, fuzzball.” Chewie gave him an ominous look, but any further argument was immediately interrupted by a loud crashing noise from somewhere in the underbelly of the ship, followed by a louder swear in a female voice. “Son of a bantha!” Han was torn for a moment between rushing to help the petite princess and doubling over in laughter at such a foul outburst from that tiny and seemingly innocent woman. He glanced at Chewie with a look that was somewhere between elation and panic and darted out of the cargo hold. In an instant, he was standing over the little hole Leia had made for herself, searching for signs of dismemberment or other damage to his precious passenger. She glanced up at him, furious, then turned back to the debris scattered at her feet. “Are you all right?” “I’m fine,” she huffed. “Your rear reserve engine is not.” “What did you do?” He jumped down into the compartment with an impressive display of arrogant masculinity that she found so annoying and so intoxicating. “I dropped it. It was too heavy.” “Why did you try and pick it up in the first place?” Leia frowned. “I finished the job. I was trying to get it out of the way.” He chuckled, but it only succeeded to incense her. “You tried to move it? It weighs about twice as much as you.” “You don’t think I could do it?” Han looked from the tiny princess, standing before him in one of his dirty old shirts, looking rather disheveled with her hair coming undone and black oil spattered on her face and perhaps more beautiful than he’d ever seen her before, to the mess of metal and wires strewn across the floor and couldn’t help but smirk at her. “Clearly, Your Worship, you couldn’t.” For a moment, she looked as though she was ready to humble him with one of her masterful tirades, but the moment passed quickly as her face melted into a brilliant smile that made his heart skip a beat. “I guess you’re right.” She wiped a bit of oil off her face, but really on succeeded in turning the little dot into a black smudge. “Do you think you can fix it?” He gave her his patented half-grin. “Do you know me at all?” Groaning, Leia rolled her eyes and then noticed the blood running down his hands. “What did you do to yourself, Flyboy? It looks like you stuck your hands in a Rancor’s mouth.” He was a little surprised that she was so willing to engage in playful banter after three days of avoiding him. There was still tension, but it was old and worn and they had both grown weary of it. “Negative power coupling.” Han turned to face her fully. “Listen, Princess, we’ve all done enough work today. Get cleaned up. I’ll have Threepio make dinner. I want to teach you how to play sabacc.” She raised an eyebrow. “Who says I don’t already know how?” “You don’t associate with enough scoundrels to know how to play.” “You, Captain, are all the scoundrel I can handle.” Han pushed himself back on top of the deckplates and looked down at her with a sly smile and those penetrating hazel eyes and she felt herself go weak in the knees. “That’s what I’m counting on.” -- If Threepio was good for anything at all, Han had to admit that he was an excellent cook. They were making a point to eat through the most perishable stores before things went bad and had to be spaced, and the droid was finding innovative ways to use things up. Han, Leia, and even Chewie had devoured a chopped salad topped with leftover nerf steak and crusty bread. Han taught Leia how to play sabacc while they ate, and by the time the droid offered them a dessert course of warm stone fruits and cream, she had fought her way through one game and was certainly holding her own during a second with two of the galaxy’s most notorious players. “You’re lucky,” he said after a sip of blue milk, nodding towards her growing pile of the quaxhatl candy, colored, disc-shaped fruit morsels that Han had found in one of the galley’s compartments for them to use for gambling. Chewie echoed the same sentiment in a soft grumble. “Maybe,” Leia mused, glancing from her cards to the smuggler across the table with an unreadable expression. She fingered her candies before picking up two and tossing them into the center. “Raise you two.” Han’s sabacc face rivaled Leia’s, and he tossed ten of his own candies in the middle without breaking eye contact with her. He had gotten himself to +21 after his last draw, and the odds were slim that she had anything higher. “Raise.” They both turned to Chewie then, who growled ferociously and threw down his cards. Han smirked at the angry Wookiee and gave the same look to Leia. “Guess it’s back to you, Princess.” She returned the sarcastic expression with amazing accuracy and pushed her entire pile of candy into the middle of the dejarik table. “All in.” “You’re bluffing.” She raised an eyebrow. “I might be. You’ll have to pay to find out.” Han looked from her to the pot to his cards to his own pile of chips. Leia had an inadvertent tendency to be a cautious player. She only went in big on hands she knew she could win. His cards were great, but he wasn’t about to risk the majority of his chips if she had a +23. “Fold,” he murmured, placing his cards back down on the table. Leia grinned smugly and brushed the candy back in front of her and Han couldn’t help but smile and feel as though things between them might actually be back to normal, whatever normal might mean. As he grinned at her, Chewie collected the cards to shuffle, and growled something Leia didn’t understand, but the smile on Han’s face disappeared as his jaw fell open in shock. “You had a -7?” She shot the Wookiee an evil look. “That’s cheating, Chewie.” He growled something to the effect of ‘I didn’t meant to see.’ “You had a -7?” Han was incredulous. “Yes,” she said simply, stacking her winnings into neat piles. Han’s mouth was still agape and she thought about reaching across the table and closing it for him. “How did you get to be such a good liar?” She shrugged and studied her fresh cards, then glanced up at him again with a bright smile. “I am an excellent politician.” -- Chewie retired for the evening, ego just barely in tact after a losing fourth miserable game and Leia excused herself a few minutes later, but Han stayed up another two hours to clean the galley and study the damage done to the reserve engine. With a weary gait and heavy eyelids, he walked by the cockpit on the way to his cabin, but was startled by a pale pink light casting shadows into the walkway. He glanced in, expecting to see Threepio catch something on fire, but his breath caught in his chest when he saw the source of the light. Leia was sitting in the co-pilot’s seat, a look of sheer awe dancing across her face in the serene shimmering light, staring out the viewport at a brilliant nebula. The swirling light was wide and wild. Sparkling pinks and greens and oranges danced across and between the stars, weaving and swirling. The light was coruscating, the colors dazzling, intense, bringing passion and joy and vivid illumination to the nothingness that had surrounded them and blurred together and swallowed the ship whole. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. Hypnotized by the colors, Han wordlessly took his usual spot at the helm. They were silent for a very long time, watching the nebula as it grew smaller and smaller as they flew past until finally it disappeared from their view and they were plunged into darkness once again. “Sometimes I feel so small,” Leia said at last, almost to no one at all. Han nodded. He understood. There was silence again as they continued to stare out of the transparisteel, wishing the awesome nebula would come back into view. They were still and quiet, and Han didn’t realize he had spoken to her until she turned in her chair to face him and gave him a sympathetic look. “I lost my faith in anything when my mother was killed.” “I’m sorry.” She meant it and he knew as much. “I never knew my father. She said he died when I was a baby, but she would never look me in the eyes when she mentioned it so I don’t really believe her. We were poor and she worked two jobs just so we could have a place to live.” “How old were you?” “Eight. She was a cocktail waitress at an upscale club. I think it was owned by the mob. They told me that she fell and hit her head.” “Oh.” “I knew one of the kids that made deliveries over there, though. He told me that one of the bosses came on to her and she refused. So he beat her.” Leia felt her stomach lurch. “Gods, Han, that’s terrible.” He shrugged and glanced at her. “Faith...got me nowhere.” Leia nodded, understanding finally. They were silent for another long moment. “I didn’t get my prisoner’s chip removed because they would have to numb my skin to take it out and I’ve been terrified of needles ever since the Death Star.” She didn’t know what made her say it, only that it suddenly seemed like the right time to make confessions. “I know.” “How?” “When you were sick and hallucinating, I had to give you a shot. You panicked when you saw the needle.” “Oh.” He searched her brown eyes, liquid and sad and mesmerizing in the darkness. “You’re still their prisoner, you know, as long as that thing is inside you. You can’t heal from that experience if you have a constant reminder.” “I know.” It was barely a whisper. There was a long pause again. “I wish we’d gotten there sooner.” This time, he meant it and she knew as much. Leia smiled sadly. “So do I.” They were silent again, but instead of studying the stars, they studied each other. He read her face, her eyes, and she read his, and suddenly all the arguments and fights they had endured over the past three years made sense and faded away. They were the same, really, Han and Leia. They were both beautiful and tragic and tortured and they used to be so alone. But they weren’t alone any longer, because, even if only for a while, he had her and she had him and it was that little detail that made everything else insignificant. They fought because they were flawed, not because they were perfect. They fought because they loved each other, and that, in a way, was more painful than being tortured or whipped or raped or orphaned. Finally, Leia sighed and stood up. “I’m going to sleep.” Han stood, too. “I’ll walk you.” The quiet, dark corridors of the Falcon were wide enough for them to walk side by side in careful silence, and Han was surprised when Leia’s delicate hand found his and she tangled their fingers together with a small squeeze that was as much offering strength as it was asking for it. They paused as they reached her doorway, and Han stretched down to give her a gentle kiss on her forehead. He turned to leave, but she refused to let go of his hand, tugging on his fingers and asking him silently not to go. Her eyes were wide and imploring and a deep chocolate brown as he turned back to her, and though she dropped his hand, she did not drop her gaze. She searched his face for a moment, and then silently pulled the threadbare dress shirt of his that she had been wearing over her head and stood before him in nothing but her bra and thermals. “This,” she said quietly as she pointed to a two-inch scar on her left arm, “is from when I fell out of a tree when I was seven and got in trouble with my aunts.” Han nodded but said nothing, and so she continued. “This,” she pointed to a snow-white scar on her right foot that he’d never noticed before, “is from when I was training in martial arts when I was eleven and broke my foot in two places and the bone cut through the skin. This,” she held up her right elbow so he could see, “is from when I fell off a swoopbike when I was fifteen.” Leia took Han’s hand and placed the pads of his fingers over the five pale scars on her torso from the cuts he’d bandaged for her after they first met. “They gave me one of these every time I denied Alderaan’s involvement in the Rebellion.” Han felt a dangerous, sick feeling creep up in his stomach as she he hooked her thumbs around the waist of her thermals and pulled them off so she was only wearing her underwear. “This,” she pointed to a jagged scar on her upper left thigh, “is where one of the stormtroopers kicked me so hard that he cut me. This,” her finger was on her left hipbone, just above the waist of her underwear, “is where one of the lieutenants decided that he wanted to have a little fun with me. He cut off my underwear and was about to rape me when Vader came in the cell and killed him.” It was then that Han nearly vomited and had to cover his mouth, but Leia took his hand and touched his fingers to the right side of her neck. “They injected the drugs here,” she moved their hands to her left shoulder, “here,” to her right bicep, “here,” to her left hip, “here,” and finally to the back of her right thigh, “and here.” He studied her for a moment. She was overlooking a few scars, like the one over her eye when he’d fallen on her on Oertzen VI or the healing scrape on her left forearm where he’d knocked her out of the way on Ord Mantell. But then she broke the gaze and turned so he could see her back, placing his hand on her hip so he could again feel the tiny chip beneath her skin. He could see the wide bruise at the base of her ribcage, still black and purple and red in the center but beginning to yellow at the edges, from where he had fallen hard on top of her on Hoth. Leia let him massage the little bump the chip formed under her skin for a moment, then turned back around and caught his eyes with a grave seriousness he had never seen from her before. “And that’s just what you can still see.” Han felt hot tears stinging at his eyes and he opened his mouth to say something, anything, to take it all away from her, to erase her memories, to ease her mind, but Leia shook her head and touched the scar on his chin. “Tell me,” she whispered. He swallowed the lump in his throat and brought a hand to caress her face, one thumb softly stroking her cheekbone. “After my mother died, I went to live with my uncle. One night, he was drunk and shoved me into a counter when I asked him what happened to the money she had saved for me. I ran away the next morning.” Leia nodded sadly and bit her bottom lip and traced her hands from his chin to the clasps of his shirt. With a delicate touch, she undid it and slid the garment off his shoulders, exposing the smooth, tan muscles beneath. He pointed to a white scar at his ribcage. “When I was ten, I was stabbed trying to steal some food. I hadn’t had anything to eat in three days.” He held up his right elbow, revealing a scar almost identical to Leia’s. “When I was fifteen,” he gave her a small smile, “I fell off a swoopbike.” She smiled a little, too, but it faded as Han turned around so she could see his back and a criss-crossing pattern of old white scars that stretched across his shoulders. “At Carida, I refused to kill Chewie. Fifteen lashes.” It was his turn to slide his pants down his waist and stand before her in nothing but his underwear. He pointed to a scar on his left calf. “Shot the first time I ever smuggled for Jabba.” She nodded, and he took her hands in his, bringing them to his mouth and kissing each one of her knuckles. “And that was just before I met you.” She knew the scars he’d gotten after he met her, just as he knew hers. The blaster burn on his torso was the most obvious, but there was also the one on his right arm from when he’d sliced it open doing repairs on Santee and the small one at his temple where he’d been hit in the head when part of the base on Hoth collapsed as they were setting it up. “It doesn’t matter,” she whispered quietly, “if I take the chip out or not. As long as I have these scars, I’ll always be their prisoner.” Han took her face in his hands, and Leia rested hers at his waist. “No you won’t.” He kissed her forehead and then her nose, and then he kissed the scar above her eye and the place where the needle had punctured her skin at her neck and he numbed them all for her. When he spoke again, it was a question whispered against her ear that caused in her soul a spark she had never felt before and she dug her nails into his flesh against the rapture he excited. “Where did you go, Leia?” He brought his forehead to rest against hers and then their eyes and lips were so close and her voice failed her so her reply was a throaty whisper. “I wasn’t ready for you to ask questions.” She circled her arms around his waist, pulling him in closer, as he twisted his fingers into her hair. “Let me know when you are.” Leia nodded and Han caught her lips and kissed her then. It was quiet and soft and it said so many things and nothing at all. But she was sure it said ‘I love you.’ And she was sure her reply was the same. Somehow she managed to stay standing even though her knees had failed her and threatened to buckle; and somehow, even though the kiss was featherlight and gentle, her breath was ragged and so was his when they finally broke apart, but not too far. Her lips grazed his as she spoke and she felt intoxicated as she breathed in the very same sweet air that he exhaled. “We’re the same, Han, you and I.” He nodded and kissed her again, more passionate this time, and she could taste the sparks on his tongue and feel the fire in his heart as he moaned against her mouth and the vibrating sound ripped through them and the hull of the ship and the stars. “Gods, Leia,” he breathed, pulling her body flush against his, letting one strong hand float down to the small of her back and draw her in to his safe embrace. “I don’t want to leave you.” He said so many things as he said that, and they all flooded her mind and danced around her body, but there was one thing that he meant above all else and it was the same thing he meant when he kissed her. “I know.” -----signature----- "STAR WARS Episodes IV-VI are to be referred to as "The Original Trilogy." Episodes I-III are not to be referred to at all." - FakeAPStylebook
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Golden_Jedi Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 7/31/08 2:09pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	And she leaves it there! Excellent chapter! -----signature----- New Bespin Café - come visit THE place for H/L fans http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/29538471 Diving (a H/L intertrilogy AU) http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27836852
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alderaanprincess Registered: Feb '08	Date Posted: 7/31/08 3:27pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	awww poor Leia! ...and poor Han too! a sweet ending though -----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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dm1 Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 7/31/08 3:36pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	Good perception on Leia's part, they are much the same. That's why Han understands her so well. Lovely post, maybe now they will finally meet at the same place, or will they dance away again? -----signature----- Internet Mom to HSG! Hey, HSG, watch those explosives, be careful!!
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YmaSolo Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 7/31/08 7:24pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	Nicely done again. I like that Leia realizes how much the same they are. -----signature----- It ain't Tatooine... but it's darn close at 118 in the shade
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JediXManSerenaKenobi Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/31/08 8:16pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	sniffles Awww.... that was really good. Heartbreaking!! -----signature----- Crucified, laid behind a stone, You lived to die, rejected and alone, Like a Rose, trampled on the ground, You took the Fall and thought of me... Above All. - Jesus is Love. Proud Artist and member of the Talon Family! T-Squad 4ever!
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LittleCat Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 7/31/08 11:32pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	Wow! I leave JC for a while to move apartments and come back to 2 wonderful posts!! How exciting! Chapter 14: I'm glad that Leia realizes she's been given a vacation, now she just needs to take advantage of the time she has away from the rebellion! The cockpit scene was great, and you could definitely understand why she would be tense at the thought of someone questioning her about her time on the Death Star. I like the intrigue you're building up with the scenes of Bail and Mace. Of course danger is right around the corner, it's Han and Leia! I wonder what the danger is this time! Chapter 15: Well, starting off with the first scene, I love how you wrote Han yelling at a wall and then effectively punching it. It seems like a very in-character way for him to do all his repairs. The sabacc scene was hilarious. You had a -7? gotta love it!! As for the scenes that followed...wow. Just wow. Very well written and I loved how they gave away their vulnerability through their scars. I especially love the scar that they share, and of course, the "I know" had me in goosebumps. Bravo Lasos, I can't wait to read more. -----signature----- "Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." -Semisonic
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zsuzsa Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 8/1/08 11:59am Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	Wonderful chapter! I liked the Sabacc scene it was very funny and the scars and confessions part just amazing They are surely alike in many ways. You write Han & Leia the way I like them the most. They behave and act just like directly from the movies. I think I am officially addicted to this story. Now the (not too patient) waiting for the next chapter... Zs.
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