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JediNat Registered: Jan '08	Date Posted: 8/1/08 2:10pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	Oh.. Poor Han, poor Leia! Great update! -JediNat- -----signature----- May the Force be with you! I'm a little teapot short and stout here is my handle and here's a note from my shrink he says I'm getting better. Last week I thought I was a toaster oven crazy laughter -Dot
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dlh1970 Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 8/5/08 10:11pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	Just caught up on this. Great story, keep it up.
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LASOS Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 8/10/08 10:13pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	Thank you so much for the great replies, everyone! Sorry that there has been such a delay in posting. The muse has been a little more cooperative with my other stories, plus I've joined the real world and gotten a way fun job in development, so I don't have as much time to write. I did a lot of traveling and thinking this weekend, though, so I'm hoping to have an update on this either late tonight or tomorrow night. For now, I have author replies. Woo! P.S.-You guys rock! Golden_Jedi: I did leave it there. Never fear, though. They just went to sleep. In separate cabins. We're not there yet... alderaanprincess: Yes, they've both had it rough, but it's good that they have each other. Glad you thought the ending was sweet! dm1: It's too bad it took her three years to figure out why he understands her, and that he understands her at all. They're still dancing, but the songs are getting slower... YmaSolo: Thanks! They really are so similar. JediXManSerenaKenobi: Aw thanks. LittleCat: Hope the moving went well! Glad you liked the chapters, and I love your reviews! The scars scene has been one of my favorites so far, but the sabacc scene was so much fun to write! zsuzsa: Thank you! I'm glad that you're addicted. And I'm glad that you think they're in character. Please tell me if you ever think they aren't! JediNat: It's sad to think what might have happened to Leia on the Death Star, but hopefully Han can help her make new memories. dlh1970: Welcome! A new post should be along shortly. Glad you're with us! -----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: 8/12/08 3:46pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU (Update 12 August) - Date Edited: 8/13/08 11:55am (1 edits total) Edited By: LASOS
	Hey guys! Thanks for being patient with me! I've spent the last two days writing website copy and company bylaws and my eyes were too tired to finish this yesterday when I finally got to it at 3am. But here's the update. Thanks for being patient, again! Sets out fresh watermelon slices, chocolate chip cookies, and ice-cold lemonade for everyone. Oh, also, the "Alderaani Life Prayer" in this section is actually the Salutation to the Dawn, translated from Sanskrit. It is so beautiful. -- Chapter Sixteen: The Forgotten Hells “You are the best one of the best ones; And we all look like we feel; You have stolen my; You have stolen my; You have stolen my heart...” Dashboard Confessional, “Stolen” -- “It’s your lifeday today.” Leia gave a noncommittal shrug but didn’t look up from the datapad. “I didn’t realize we still knew the days.” “I’ve been keeping track of how much time has gone by between our fights,” Han said with a grin, his head suddenly appearing above the deckplates, his body still somewhere beneath the galley’s smuggling compartment. “We needed a calendar for that?” Leia retorted, still not looking up from her reading. “The minutes place on a chrono would do.” Han held up a contradictory finger. “Ah-ah, Princess. It’s been ten days.” She couldn’t help but smile because, technically, he was right. It had been ten days since that second night in the cockpit when Leia had retreated after he found her prisoner’s chip. They spent three days after that in complete avoidance. On the fourth day they had played sabacc and compared scars and somehow slipped back into that teasing friendship they had not shared since the flight to Ord Mantell. The last six days had been spent cleaning and organizing and categorizing every inch of the ship, joking around, and purposefully arguing over meaningless things just so they had an excuse to steal a quick make-up kiss. “You’re wrong, Flyboy. We argued fifteen minutes ago after you ate the last of the frozen julaberries with your breakfast.” Leia still refused to look up from her reading. “Nah, I only did that because you’re so cute when you’re pretending to be mad. I happen to know that you only like fresh julaberries.” “I make exceptions in extreme circumstances. Like being stuck in the middle of space in a floating tin can with a scruffy captain, a walking carpet, an insufferable droid, and limited rations.” Finally she looked at him, one hand unsuccessfully concealing a triumphant grin. Han rolled his eyes and pushed himself out of the smuggling compartment. “Don’t forget one spoiled princess.” “Oh, forgive me.” He swaggered over to the couch where she was reclined and leaned in close. His gaze never left hers as he moved in and she straightened ever so slightly, readying herself for a kiss that she knew would make her see stars. But at the very last second, he brushed past her and flopped down on the other end of the couch with a wicked grin. “Nerfherder.” Han shrugged. “You’ve gotta admit, Your Worship, ten days is some sort of record for us.” “It’s a wonder I haven’t killed you yet.” “It’s still a long way to Bespin.” Leia offered him a small smile and hoped that it told him that she wanted nothing more in the galaxy at that moment than for the two of them to be on the way to Bespin until the end of time. She made a move to turn back to her reading, but Han took one of her bare feet into his gentle hands and began massaging it almost absentmindedly. “It’s your lifeday, Leia,” he said again. “What are you? Twenty-three?” “Mmm-hmm.” “Are you excited?” Leia frowned. “I don’t think that much about it. I’m excited I get to live to see another year, but I feel a lot older than twenty-three. And besides, I have the unfortunate luck of being born on Empire Day, and that’s just something I’d rather forget altogether.” “Hey, it’s not that bad. You get to share your day with Luke. He’s twenty-three today, too.” She felt a sudden stab at the mention of their friend’s name. Luke had to have gotten off Hoth, she was sure of it. He was probably with the fleet at that moment, celebrating their shared lifeday and wondering if she and Han were still alive. “He is.” “It’s such a funny coincidence,” Han mused as he shifted his ministrations to Leia’s other foot, “that you guys are exactly the same age, don’t you think?” “It’s interesting, I suppose.” “No, I’m serious. You guys are way too much alike. You’re both idealistic to a fault, you’re both determined, you have the same nose, you finish each other’s sentences, you both give me identical looks when I’m doing something stupid--yeah, that one--and you both can be a little whiny.” The grin stretched across his face as he said it and she choked back her laughter. “You pay attention to our noses?” “Well when you both stick them up in the air like that...” “Hey!” Leia swatted at him playfully. “Luke does not stick his nose in the air!” Han chuckled. “So what are you implying, Laser Brains? That Luke and I are long lost twin brother and sister that have been magically reunited by the Force or whatever powers that be?” “You are both adopted.” “Well if that were true, it means that I would be a Jedi too. And obviously I’m not, because I would have levitated Threepio off the ship at this point if I had the ability.” “Wouldn’t that be nice?” “I think you’re just trying to eliminate Luke as your competition,” she accused, a devilish glint shining golden in her chocolate eyes. Han sighed and opened his arms in mock penitence. “You win. I was hoping it would be easier for you to choose me if he were off limits.” Grinning, Leia shook her head. “I’m not choosing between you. Luke is just a dear friend. And you are just a nerfherder, so really I’m not making any choices at all.” He pretended to look hurt for a moment, but then the wicked grin returned and he lurched forward, pinning her beneath him. “You’re gonna pay for that, Princess,” he growled, and with one swift movement, his fingers were against her abdomen and he was tickling her. Leia erupted into a fit of gasping laughter as she struggled beneath his weight. The datapad dropped to the floor, forgotten, and she brought her hands up to defend herself. “No! Han!” Leia twisted and tried to kick him, but he hooked an ankle around her leg and pinned her arms above her head, immobilizing her. They both froze, breathing heavily, as they locked eyes and considered the vertical position they had assumed. Leia was still smiling, even as vulnerable as he had rendered her, and Han recognized in her a level of trust he had never seen from her before. She had been in control the night they had ripped open the demons of their pasts and compared scars, but here she was completely at his mercy and she showed no signs that she was being haunted by memories of her torture. Suddenly, Han was overcome with the depth of her faith in him, and he tipped his head forward and kissed her so she wouldn’t see the tears that had formed in his eyes. Leia returned the kiss gently, still smiling as they pulled apart. “Admit it,” he whispered against her mouth, “there never was any choice.” She nodded. “It was you all along.” “I knew it.” Leia laughed again, a melodious note that he would take to his grave, and he kissed her forehead and eased off of her, retrieving something from his pocket as he did. “You did not.” Han shrugged. “I did, but in case you still weren’t sure, I brought backup.” He handed her a small box, which she accepted with a raised eyebrow. “Happy lifeday, Princess.” She opened the box gingerly, half-expecting a trick gift to explode in her face, but found instead a smooth, white, egg-shaped stone with black script etched into the surface. Gasping, she lifted the stone out of the box and placed it into her palm, where it seemed to change colors with the shifting light. The interior of the stone hinted a lavender shade in the box, but it deepened to an emerald in her palm. As she examined the stone, she recognized the script as an Alderaani prayer. Leia didn’t even realize she wanted cry until a tear fell from her face and splashed soundlessly against the stone. “Where did you find this?” Her voice was a hoarse whisper as she wiped the tears away and turned to regard Han, who was studying her with gentle eyes that, like the stone, had shifted to an emerald green. “On that last supply run to Thanos right before Ord Mantell. I was in the market and passed by a vendor. I wanted the prayer that you said on the first anniversary...” he trailed off, not bothering to mention Alderaan’s destruction, and she nodded appreciatively. “The vendor said that this was a popular prayer.” “It’s the life prayer,” she confirmed. “My father used to sing this to me in the mornings.” “I got one for Luke, too.” “You were going to leave before giving these to us,” she accused, her voice breaking suddenly at the memory of their fight on Echo Base. Guilty, Han could only nod. “I was going to leave them with Rieekan.” He reached out and caressed her cheek, smiling softly. “But I’m glad I got the chance to give it to you now.” “Thank you,” she whispered, looking back down at the stone. Just as quietly, she began to read the script. “Look to this day! For it is life, the very life of life. In its brief course lie all the verities and realities of your existence: the bliss of growth, the glory of action, the splendor of beauty. For yesterday is but a dream, and tomorrow only a vision, but today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness, and every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well, therefore, to this day! Such is the salutation of the dawn.” “It’s beautiful.” Leia smiled softly. “It’s perfect, Han. I love it. Thank you.” He grinned at her delight. “We’re not finished yet, Princess. I want to take you on a date tonight.” She laughed gleefully and Han knew then that he would never stop enjoying that sound. It suddenly became his desperate hope that he could make her laugh like that every day for the rest of her life. “Where?” “Right here. I want to make you dinner. I want you to find my nicest shirt and turn it into something pretty and do your hair, whatever you want, but get dressed up. Chewie’s volunteered to be our waiter, and we still have enough fresh rations to make a pretty delicious meal.” “I don’t know how dressed up I can get.” “You make even Alliance-issue uniforms look beautiful, Sweetheart. You’ll look gorgeous no matter what you find. Besides, I owe you. I know more about you than any girl I’ve ever met, and I haven’t even taken you on a proper date.” Leia shrugged, face still alight with her brilliant smile. “Unless you count that dinner on Oertzen VI.” “Well, hopefully this will end better. And hopefully we’ll actually get to eat.” She pondered this for a moment, then extended a hand, which Han lifted to his lips and kissed gently. “Very well then, Captain Solo. I accept your invitation.” He gave her a crooked smile. “I’ll pick you up at your quarters at 1900 hours. Until then, I don’t want you to lift a finger. Today is your day, Princess.” Smiling sublimely, Leia stood and made her way out of the galley. As she reached the entryway, she paused and turned back to Han, who was watching her, still sprawled on the couch. “And you call yourself a mercenary.” She tried to sound accusatory, but really only succeeded in conveying her delight further. Han shook his head. “Not anymore, Princess. Not anymore.” -- All he could see was red, the color of blood, but not the color of death or destruction. Instead, it was comforting, it reminded him of life, of new beginnings. He was surrounded in a warm glow, an aura of safety, as if tucked snugly beneath soft blankets in preparation for peaceful slumber. This place was gentle and soothing and he was cocooned in an everlasting peace. Sounds were dull. He could hear a muffled rush, a patterned sound. Thu-thunk. Thu-thunk. The thuds were hypnotic; they cleared his mind of worry, of doubt, of thought. It was a beat, a drumming lullaby. And then there was another. This beat was quieter, softer. Tha-thump. Tha-thump. It was familiar and mesmerizing and it was a sound he loved and remembered and knew he would never be able to forget. There was a soft brush against his shoulder, a gentle caress of delicate, tiny fingers, and he turned, slowly, still snuggled in warmth and peace, to face the giver of that loving gesture. He saw her then. Her deep brown eyes and the sadness that lay in those beautiful pools, unshed tears for those that perished before her, were unmistakable. The grief was there, but as focused, he found another emotion lurking just beneath her melted chocolate irises. Terror. He reached towards her, suddenly clumsy in this bubble of peaceful red, and touched her hand, and she opened her mouth. She was speaking to him, he realized, but she made no sounds, formed no words. He could only hear the muffled thu-thunk and the familiar tha-thump and he realized then he was listening to the beat of her own heart. Leia. She squeezed his fingers with her own and suddenly she was screaming even though her mouth had closed and set again firmly. He was hearing the soul-shattering, grief-stricken shrieks of her heart and mind and they ripped through his body and he found himself stumbling over her audible pain. He was cold, he realized, and it was dark. Instead of red, he only saw black, an abyss, the color of despair and desperate souls and the furthest corners of space. And it was so, so cold. She was shivering, he realized, trembling violently, but his hand would not move though he tried to reach for her, tried to draw her in and save her from what was making her grieve so. Her gaze flew past him then. No, she looked through him, and he turned to see grim hazel eyes and handsome features set frighteningly hard looking back at her. And then he heard the screams of his heart, screams that mirrored her own, screams of torturous pain, of bodies and souls being clawed, shredded, ripped asunder. Han. Leia moved then, through him, as though he weren’t there at all, to Han’s side. And then Han stretched down and kissed her passionately, and as they met he saw the sparks, the fireworks, the brilliant flames of their rapture. Their love was blinding. It burned his eyes and he had to look away, so he turned around, his back to their heartbreaking display, and felt his blood run colder still. Black again, but this time a black suit and black mask that reflected the black soul that lay beneath. The ominous sound of the respirator invaded his mind, surrounded his body, suffocated him. Chuhh-hua. Chuhh-hua. Another pattern, another familiar beat, but instead of peace and comfort he found fear and anger. His soul was growing cold, growing black, becoming the same black soul that stood before him. So he turned around again, towards the lovers and their blinding light, and as he did they were ripped apart and fell to the ground, bodies broken and bloody, staring up at him with unseeing eyes. He screamed then, but no sound escaped his mouth, and lurched towards them as though moving through tar. And then he saw his hands as he reached out to save them, he saw the red again. All he could see was red, the color of blood, drenching his fingers, his nails, his palms, and this time it was the color of death and destruction and he was the cause of all the despair. He tried to call for help, tried to cry, tried to close his eyes, but could do nothing, nothing at all, but stare at the sickening blood on his hands, the blood of the lifeless bodies on the floor. Behind him, he heard laughter. Evil, hideous laughter... Luke shot up with a start, knocking his forehead hard against the low ceiling of Yoda’s adobe hut as he did. He was shaking, drenched in sweat, and his heart was pounding in his ears. He remembered suddenly his dream and brought his hands before his face, examining them for any trace of blood, but could only see dirt and grime, souvenirs of fifteen days spent on a swamp planet. As he looked around the hut, trying to call something, anything into focus, he calmed his breathing, which was labored and painful in his lungs. The morning light was slowly peeking through the canopy of trees, but it would not stretch far into the shade of the little hut. He could only hear the swamp: bugs and birds, snakes and spiders, the sounds of water flowing and leaves and vines twisting, weaving, and growing. And he heard Yoda somewhere outside, mumbling quietly to himself in a language he did not understand. The cold was gone, replaced by the sticky heat of Dagobah, but the cold was not gone from his soul, the hollow pit of despair firmly settled in his stomach. Luke took another deep breath, trying to shake the dream from his mind, and crawled out of the hut and made his way over to the wizened Jedi master. Yoda did not look at Luke as he approached, only continued to study the muck at his feet and mutter under his breath. The younger Jedi sat down beside his master and opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted before any sound escaped his mouth. “A terrible dream had you.” Startled, Luke nodded. “Yes, Master Yoda. I saw my friends.” “See them die did you? See Vader?” The images came rushing back to him. The blood on his hands, the cold, the chilling laughter. Again, he nodded. “Master Yoda, did I see the future?” Still the old Jedi did not look at him, only out into the tangled reaches of his swamp. He sighed and considered his words for a moment before he spoke again. “Difficult to say.” Finally, he turned to Luke, a grim seriousness in his eyes. “Ignore these visions you must, Luke. From Vader they are. On your training you must concentrate or overwhelm you they will.” Luke dropped his gaze in resignation and stood, preparing his mind and body for several hours of the vigorous running Yoda daily demanded. Without a word, he turned away from his master and took a step forward. “Luke,” Yoda said quietly. He froze but did not turn around. “Yes, Yoda?” “To you, Luke, a happy lifeday.” -- She awoke with a start, gasping for air as if she had been suffocating, trembling all over from cold and terror despite the warm, safe arms that wrapped around her. The room was dark, and for a moment she was sure she was still sleeping until she felt the fingers that rested on her waist tighten slightly, pulling her closer. It was then that Leia realized that she was in Han’s bunk, and that those were Han’s arms wrapped around her. She tried unsuccessfully to quiet the thunderous beat of her heart as the events of the day came rushing back to her. It had been her lifeday, it might even still be her lifeday, and Han had given her a beautiful Alderaani prayer stone, then invited her on a date, an invitation that she had accepted warmly. She had found one of his nicest white dress shirts in his cabin and a thin navy strip of silky fabric probably left behind by one of his old girlfriends and cinched the shirt around her waist, creating for herself a shirtdress that Han seemed to appreciate when he picked her up at her cabin for their ‘date.’ She wore her hair down, pinned out of her face by two soft braids that began at either temple, then joined into one braid at the nape of her neck, cascading in chocolate waves down her back. Han couldn’t stop telling her how beautiful she looked, and over a dinner of nerf steak, roasted tubers, and wine, he would reach across the dejarik table and stroke her hair softly. Dinner became fuzzy after that, as if in a sepia soft focus, but Leia vaguely remembered that she and Han had remained at the table long after Chewie cleared the plates away and cleaned the galley. The Wookiee eventually announced that he was going to bed and Threepio was somewhere in the cockpit, monitoring the ship’s course, and Han had kissed her once they were left alone. It was a deep kiss and it was passionate, but she could only return it lazily, her mind was slowed by the effects of the rich wine. He smiled gently at her then and suggested that they go to sleep, walking hand in hand with her past her cabin and towards his. She remembered being hesitant as they passed her room, but Han kissed her hand and she knew that he was suggesting only that they sleep. So she followed him into his room and laid down with him in his bed and fell quickly into slumber, lavished by the comfort of his embrace. Leia brought a cold hand down and touched Han’s fingertips gently. As she did, the image came rushing back to her, invading her mind, commandeering her senses so all she could see was that terrible, terrible dream. She saw Han, broken and bloodied, lying dead on a cold, dark floor, staring up with unseeing eyes. And she saw Luke, standing over her, horrified, deep crimson fluid dripping down his hands, his arms. She felt her blood freeze in her veins, she felt her heart stop, as she looked beyond Luke into the black mask of a man so evil he could hardly be called human, the man that had raped her mind, that had stood back and let her world be destroyed before her eyes, the man she feared above all else. Vader was looking not at her, but at Luke. And he was laughing. The sound was nauseating, it reverberated of the walls of her mind, and it wouldn’t stop. She shook her head and tried to block it out but couldn’t. It, like the image of Han’s mangled body, was burned into her soul. Still so terrified, Leia slipped quietly from Han’s strong arms and out of the cabin, hugging the makeshift shirtdress she was still wearing around her trembling body. She crept to the galley and found the prayer stone he had given her right where she left it on the dejarik table. With an unsteady hand, she picked up the stone and hugged it to her chest, then she closed her eyes and prayed silently, brokenly, desperately, for the strength to leave Han. She had to leave him, she knew, and she couldn’t love him. There were some things that she just couldn’t bear. -----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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dm1 Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 8/12/08 4:08pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	Oh Leia, will you ever stop believing that you are the cause of all of this? It won't change anything to believe that, and you will have lost precious time. Live each day well, isn't that what the prayer says? Han is so sweet, going on a date with Leia, and he always finds perfect gifts. Luke and Leia are having dreams, nightmares, visions, not good! -----signature----- Internet Mom to HSG! Hey, HSG, watch those explosives, be careful!!
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alderaanprincess Registered: Feb '08	Date Posted: 8/12/08 4:49pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	Han was so cute, his present was so perfect too. and Luke and Leia had the same dream/vision!(kinda of) scary! -----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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JediXManSerenaKenobi Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 8/12/08 6:11pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	Leave him??? Leia, girl, get your head on straight!! Mind if I pop into the story and have a little chat with her? Beautiful chapter. Han is so wonderful in this... but I really feel terrible for Luke. Yoda's like "All your friends are gonna die. Oh, by the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" ??? What's up with that, Yoda? HMM? HMM?? More to say, have you? - 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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JediMasterAmanda Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 8/12/08 7:07pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	lovely chapter. -----signature----- "Be faithful until death, and I will give you the crown of life." Rev. 2:10 "Love thy neighbor as thyself." somewhere in the Bible Future Tamaskan Owner Jesus Saves.
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LittleCat Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 8/12/08 11:20pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	That was the coolest rainbow of emotions I've read in a long time. It felt like I was reading 3 posts instead of one. It was amazingly happy, sad, frightening, and then you threw us all for a loop in the last paragraph and decided to add confusion to the mix! Me loves Alright so we'll start from the beginning. 1. I love how the topic came up about Luke and Leia's birthday. The trio isn't dumb and I have to believe that at some point between ANH and ROTJ they would have found the birthdays and adoptions to be a little bit weirdly coincidental. 2. I really love how you wrote the first part with Han and Leia, because I truly think that it was the first time that I've read during the OT where they behave as a normal couple would. Talking about normal things, being playfully sarcastic without any drama, doing something as wonderfully uneventful as having a ticklefest. It's realistic. The universe doesn't fall apart EVERY day. 3. Awesome description in the second part and a great and unexpected change of pace...I'm still trying to decode the dreams and try and figure out how AU this is gonna be. Was that a metaphor for Bespin, or is something else entirely new coming up, or is Vader just messing with their minds in hopes of a self-fulfilling prophecy? I'm stumped but I like it! 4. Did i mention I'm still trying to figure that dream out? 5. Awww, mush! 6. Then all the sudden I was like "Wait..what?" and I'm still reeling from the last three paragraphs. You pulled a cliffie on me! I feel like Ricky Ricardo...you got some 'splainin to do!!! It was really (and I mean reaaaally) great to read something this good after what happened to my American women's gymnastics team tonight ...I don't wanna talk about it Anywho...More soon please!! -----signature----- "Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." -Semisonic
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JediNat Registered: Jan '08	Date Posted: 8/13/08 10:46am Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	Don't go to Bespin!!!!!!!!!! What a creepy dream, I'm guessing the future doesn't look not bright. Great update! -JediNat- -----signature----- May the Force be with you! I'm a little teapot short and stout here is my handle and here's a note from my shrink he says I'm getting better. Last week I thought I was a toaster oven crazy laughter -Dot
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YmaSolo Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 8/13/08 4:20pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	***********SWOOOON******** I love the interaction of everyday banter that was playful and not mean or biting. I could see how this would break down even more barriers than anything in their relationship. Nicely done again. -----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: 8/20/08 9:59am Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT - Date Edited: 8/23/08 7:10am (1 edits total) Edited By: zsuzsa
	Nice chapter again. The birthday dinner invitation was perfect. Our favourite Corellian is real chivalrous sometime. Oh! No! How scary visions! Poor Luke and Leia too! (I know it is too early but I am very much interested of Bail's reaction after the heroes return to the Alliance from Bespin) I like that you put him into the story. Zs.
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Golden_Jedi Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 8/22/08 7:37am Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	“Admit it,” he whispered against her mouth, “there never was any choice.” She nodded. “It was you all along.” “I knew it.” I'm not sure who's creepier, Vader or Yoda with his "Happy Birthday" ideas... -----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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LASOS Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 8/26/08 11:54am Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	You guys are awesome for sticking with this. I've started a new job that hasn't given me much time to write and my muse is struggling a little, but I swear I'll update soon!!! And I promise that Leia will come to her senses. -----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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dm1 Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 8/26/08 3:33pm Subject: RE: My Once and Constant Savior, Han/Leia AU spanning OT
	She has to... Congrats by the way on your job. It sounds like you're having a great time with it, too, a rarity today. There's a reason "work" is four letters! -----signature----- Internet Mom to HSG! Hey, HSG, watch those explosives, be careful!!
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