Saga - ST My Mother's Dreams (Drama - Leia/Mon Mothma/Rey/Padmé - TFA spoilers)

WARNING: THIS STORY USES THE ENDING OF THE FORCE AWAKENS AS A FRAMING DEVICE​

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HERE BE SPOILERS​

Title: My Mother's Dreams
Author(s): Brandon Rhea
Timeframe: End of The Force Awakens as a framing device, right after Return of the Jedi for the flashback
Characters: Leia Organa, Mon Mothma, Rey
Genre: Drama
Notes: My Mother's Dreams was an idea that I had in my head for a few months. It was sparked when Greg Rucka, the author of Star Wars: Shattered Empire, talked about how he wrote a scene where Leia spoke to Mon Mothma and realized that there was a story out there where Mon Mothma would tell Leia about Padmé. He realized this after remembering that Mothma and Padmé were friends and allies in the last days of the Republic. Rucka said he thought someone would write that story some day, because he wasn't. When I read that I thought, "I want to write that story." My Mother's Dreams is my take on how that conversation might have went. I also knew that I wanted to anchor it to something, so I chose a very specific scene at the end of The Force Awakens where I thought Leia might think back to that time she talked to Mon Mothma about her mother.

I would love to hear your thoughts!

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A feeling of renewed hope rolls across the hills in which the Resistance built its base. My base. Its halls and the men and women who fill it are filled with a joy I haven’t seen in years. The Starkiller is gone. The Republic is avenged. The Resistance lives to fight another day.

I want to share in their excitement. They need to see the great Leia Organa, the woman who stood up to the do-nothing Republic and lost her reputation because of it; the battle-tested general; the icon I let them believe I am so they follow me on the road to war. They need to see me happy and free of the fear of the First Order.

How could I be?

The man I love is dead. Our son...something far worse happened to him. But that’s not what the men and women around me are thinking. To them, a terrible fate that had fallen on a distant world would never be suffered by another. All I can think about is Han Solo—pirate, husband, father—becoming just another casualty in a war that never ends. Yet the celebration goes on. Pilots and soldiers hug one another. They welcome the returning pilots and mourn the dead. All while another hero passes into legend, just as I will one day.

In the middle of it all, as the celebration clears, is one solitary girl. Her eyes are wet with the tears of a heartache that no one so young should ever feel. Yet even in her mourning, there's a hope that never seems to die. I don't know her, but I feel like I've known her forever. And so we embrace, comforting one another with the love we have for our friends and family, those we've lost and those who may still be found again.

In her eyes, I see myself, the woman I used to be. I see the hope that burned so bright that it fueled the fires of rebellion. And in this moment, my mind wanders.

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I see Endor. I feel the freedom in the air, like the Resistance does in their moment of glory.

I see myself wander the forests away from the celebrations in the Ewok village, where my friends celebrate our hard-fought victory. Before rebellion turned to resistance, and victory to defeat.

Even then something didn't sit right with me. It wasn't the feeling that we hadn't truly won. It was something deeper. Something that went beyond politics and war.

I knew I should focus on the joy of the night; on the last pieces of the Death Star burning up in the atmosphere; on the orange glow of bonfires dotting the forests; on fireworks set off by screeching X-wing fighters high above the trees, lighting up the night sky like the promise of a new dawn.

Instead my mind wandered to Naboo. I was there a few years earlier, looking for the last of my people before they could be snuffed out by the hate of the Empire. I was a different person then, a more reckless one. I'd run off without the support of my friends and allies because I knew I had to lead my people out of darkness. And I succeeded.

Yet as much as I should have felt the same vindication on this night, as much as I should feel like the death of a man so universally despised meant that I could rest even a little easier, one memory stuck out from Naboo, from when I first arrived, and when I saw a mural etched into the walls of the starport. It was of a woman named Padmé Amidala. I heard my adopted father speak of her once, about how she was a young queen who saved her world from evil, but something about the mural spoke to me in a way I couldn't understand. There was something familiar about her, something I couldn't piece together.

That image was in my mind as I found the outskirts of the village, away from the jubilee of the night. I'd been in the village, beaming with pride for what my people had fought for; finding comfort with Han and Luke; taking in all of the emotions of a moment I'd worked for a lifetime to see. The freedom of Endor, I thought, would be the freedom of the galaxy, but somehow I felt empty inside.

I didn't realize it at first, but I lost a bit of my own freedom that night: my own piece of mind, now imprisoned in the truth that was my real parentage. I always knew I was adopted, that Bail and Breha Organa were not my real parents, but they never told me where I came from. Everyone always just assumed I was one of the millions of children left orphaned by the Clone Wars. But I didn't need to know. I didn't care to know. Bail and Breha were all that mattered to me.

Now I knew the truth. Could I live with it? Could I ever accept that the monster who imprisoned me, who stood by while my homeworld was snuffed out, who tortured the man I loved, was my real father? A man whose very name was cursed across the stars?

I tried to ignore it. I tried to let myself feel comfort in the gentle touch of the evening breeze carried through the forests. But I couldn't. Not yet. My heart ached with the truth about Darth Vader, and my mind couldn't shake the image of that young queen.

Then a voice came from behind me. “You look worse than the Empire tonight.”

My heart skipped a beat. I wasn’t expecting to see anyone out here, away from the village, let alone Mon Mothma. The chancellor of the Rebel Alliance stood before her as I turned. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been surprised to see her there, her regal, flowing white robes oddly out of place in the wooded landscape of the Ewok forests. Mon was always like a surrogate mother for me, especially after losing Alderaan, and she always had a way of knowing when I needed her company and counsel.

“Chancellor,” I said, my voice taking on that air of formality at the sight of the rebel leader. “No one told me you would be on Endor.”

She smiled, with a warmth that only she could bring. “Oh, my guards certainly protested, but I’ve been fighting this war for twenty-five years. I think I’ve earned the right to be at the victory party.”

I couldn't argue with that.

“What’s wrong, Leia?” Mon asked. “And I know you’re going to say it’s nothing, but I know you better than that.”

“It’s…” Did I really want to say it? Though I guess I could never lie to her. “Luke told me something. Something I wish I never knew.”

Mon stood there, silently. Her shoulders sank, like she was burdened with a horrible truth, yet somehow also freed from a lie. “I know.”

I was stunned. “You… You know?”

“I didn’t know your brother told you, but I know what he told you.”

Should I have been angry? Confused? I didn’t know. “How?”

“Bail told me, shortly before he died.”

My fath- the man who raised me knew. “And neither of you ever said a word. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Mon walked past me and leaned up against a tree, letting out a deep breath like she was a normal person. It was such an odd thing for me to think, but here was this woman who was larger than life, a legend in her own time, someone who the Emperor was willing to destroy entire worlds to kill, and she was doing something so incredibly pedestrian. I guess even Mon Mothma needed time to relax, to think, to find the courage to say what she’d held back for so long.

Finally she came forward again.

“When Bail sent you to find General Kenobi, he knew it wouldn’t be long until you discovered the truth. He also knew the Empire wanted him dead, so he told me. That way, there was someone to answer your questions about Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala. Your real parents.”

Years of questions clicked into place. “Padmé Amidala was my mother.” I couldn’t even finish saying her name before the tiniest flicker of a smile crept across my face. “That makes sense of a lot of things. You knew her?”

“Yes,” Mon told me, her eyes looking to the stars, fondly thinking back on the days before all of this. “Padmé Amidala and Bail Organa were my closest allies in the Republic Senate, and two of my dearest friends. We started this together. Did you know that? The three of us. Your mother died before there was an Alliance, but those early days, at the end of the Republic, were the first sparks of rebellion.”

“What was she like?” I may have never needed to know the truth, but that didn’t mean I didn’t wonder, especially about that kind young woman I could see in the fog of dreams ever since I was a girl.

“She was a passionate defender of democracy. I’ve never seen anyone able to rouse a crowd the way she could. Her idealism was contagious. Even her enemies in the Senate, of which there were many, couldn’t help but admire here.”

My heart grew somber as I got to know the woman who brought me into this world. “I wish I’d known her.”

“You do,” Mon said as she wrapped her arm around my shoulder, hugging me tightly. “In so many ways, you do. Every time I look at you, I see her. Her spirit, her conviction, her heart. Padmé may not have raised you, but Bail made sure you’d never forget her.”

Now I wrapped my arms around her. In only a few minutes, she'd answered questions I struggled with for years. I knew in that moment why I was so drawn to that mural on Naboo. It wasn't just the familiarity of my own mother. It was something deeper. It was about the type of person I always wanted to be. I always struggled with everything I was supposed to be. Princess. Rebel. Soldier. Lover. I always wanted to be the person Mon and Bail said Padmé was. Now I knew I always was.

"Thank you," I said, stepping away again. "I needed that."

A silence fell over us, as Mon thought to say the thing she dreaded. “You didn't ask about your father.”

I recoiled at the mere idea of it. “I know everything I need to know about Darth Vader.”

“Do you?”

“You agree with Luke, don’t you?” Thinking about what Luke said, about how he was able to forgive our father, could be met with only a sigh. “You think I should try to forgive him.”

“I don’t think anything about it,” Mon said as she gently threw up her hands in a surprising display of indifference, though that wasn’t too surprising considering what Vader meant to her as well. “All I know is this. I’ve known many Jedi in my life, and I know that the dark side isn’t easily beaten. It takes an inherent goodness to do that.”

I shook my head. “That doesn’t change anything.”

“Maybe not,” Mon said as she sagely nodded her head - was she agreeing with me? “But the Jedi used to say that the simplest gesture of kindness can fill a galaxy of hope. One kind gesture doesn’t absolve someone from decades of wickedness, but it’s a start.”

Now, my head sank. My heart sank deeper; the confusion over my mother was gone, replaced with torment about my father.

“Maybe,” I told her, “but I don’t think I can ever forgive him.”

“You don’t need to forgive. Just try to understand.”

“Easier said than done.”

“Believe me, that’s something I grapple with everyday,” Mon said as she turned to look back towards the Ewok village, where they could just make out the sight of people dancing around the bonfires. “Look at them. What do you see?”

“People?”

“Ordinary people,” she told me. “The Emperor only came to power because ordinary people let him. If we are to build a new Republic, we need to understand why they did that and make sure it never happens again. Only then can we be truly free. Free of the past. Free of our burdens.”

I didn’t want to admit it, but she was right. It was easy to hate Darth Vader. Hate was always easier. If Luke had been here he would’ve said that was the path to the dark side. That’s when I realized he was right too. Even if I couldn’t forgive Darth Vader, I had to understand Anakin Skywalker. Understand why he did what he did, and how I could avoid his mistakes. Would that free me from my past, from my burdens? I hoped it would.

“You always know what to say,” I told her.

“I learned that from your mother,” Mon said. “Leia, accepting Anakin Skywalker isn’t something you’re going to be able to do any time soon. Just know that I’m here for you, for whatever you need.”

She smiled again as she started to walk away, back towards the Ewok village. No doubt to join Admiral Ackbar and the other leaders of the Rebellion in thanking the men and women who made this night possible. But I couldn’t let her go. Not yet.

“What was he like?” I asked. The question stopped her in her tracks, and for a moment I could a light in her eye that might have otherwise been an ‘I told you so’ if she spoke it aloud. “My father, I mean.”

“He was the greatest hero the galaxy had ever known,” she said. She came back towards me, placing a hand on my shoulder as she stared straight into my eyes. This was her most important lesson: “Anakin Skywalker believed in people. Your mother did too. I think that’s why they loved each other. They gave that to you, and to your brother. But Anakin stopped looking for the good and saw only the bad. Don’t make his mistakes.”

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A lifetime passed since Mon told me about my parents. I don't know if I ever accepted my father, but I think I came to understand him. I understood the selfishness of his good intentions, of trying to save my mother for his sake more than hers. It’s a lesson I carried with me in the Republic, when I asked - no, begged them to understand that turning a blind eye to whatever was left of the Empire would only lead to the very darkness they were trying to avoid.

I didn’t understand the darkness quick enough. My son… I couldn't save him from Anakin's fate, no matter how much I tried. But I always remembered what Mon said to me, about not making Anakin’s mistakes. So I kept fighting. As the years went on and the Empire became the First Order, I never stopped remembering Padmé’s hope. I never stopped believing in people, even when they stopped believing in me.

My father was my warning, but my mother was my guide. I learned everything I could about her, about her childhood, her family, her dreams of a future free of war. Ever since the night on Endor, I hoped my mother's dreams would be realized through me. Now I know that this isn't my story anymore, nor is it my brother's.

The future belongs to that girl with the staff, whose embrace I still share, and all the others like her.

In this moment, amid all the heartbreak, I find that peace enough.

 

Excellent introspection and insights! True about any time and place not repeating the past mistakes and making better futures.

 

Thanks. Very true. We can assume there will be lots of emphasis placed onto Luke and how he deals with Anakin's legacy through Rey and Kylo, but I hope we also get to see stories about Leia dealing with the legacy of Anakin and Padmé as well. I enjoyed exploring the beginnings of that.

 

Excellent story. Leia's perspective on how affairs have progressed in the galaxy is so important to the story going forward into Episodes VIII and IX. Labelled as a pariah by her own government for telling the truth...and then everything she feared would happen came to pass...she's the best person to guide everyone, even Luke, out of the darkness back into light.

I like the idea that Leia discovers more about her parents from Mon Mothma. Their relationship was tricky in the EU, so it's lovely to see that you allow them to have a better connection.

 

Thank you!

I definitely took some inspiration from how Mon Mothma and Leia's relationship has been depicted in canon so far. Mon definitely seems to be like a surrogate mother figure for Leia, especially in light of how The Clone Wars depicted her as a friend and ally of Padmé and Bail. So I thought it would be interesting if Mon also had fond memories of Anakin, along with an inherent conflict towards the man he became - a conflict she would've been able to come to terms with after, in my headcanon, she's had four years of knowing who Leia really is. So those ideas plus the canon depiction of Mon and Leia's closeness meant it made perfect sense to me that Mon would be the one to tell Leia who her mother was. She's Leia's Obi-Wan, in that sense.

Taking just the actual canon into account, I do think we're headed towards a falling out between Mon and Leia. Mon is the one who proposed the Republic's disarmament in the first place. And while I don't think Mon would be involved in the ruining of Leia's reputation, I can see them headed towards being on opposite sides of the Republic's most crucial issue. So I wanted to use this story to heighten the closeness between them under the assumption that it would ultimately be ripped apart.

Very sad.

 

References to the Princess Leia comic miniseries (colony in Keren, Naboo etc)? Four women, character exploration and connections among them? Mon Mothma as one of the characters? Mentions of the Ewok village? It's hard to buy me, but I'm sold.

That said, from what I have seen of the old EU, I have to agree that I did not find Mon and Leia's relationship satisfying at all. It seemed pretty clumsy that somebody who was present when Padmé died would be so hard on her daughter. This is much more satisfying.

Others have said pretty much everything before me, so just one more thing: love the way you structured this. Not all non-linear things end up this good and effective. One can see you know what you're doing!

 

Thanks for the kind words! I haven't done anything non-linear like this before. The Endor part was the easy part, while connecting it to 'present day' was more of a challenge. I had to revise those two bookends a few times. I'm glad it ended up working.

 

My father was my warning, but my mother was my guide. I learned everything I could about her, about her childhood, her family, her dreams of a future free of war. Ever since the night on Endor, I hoped my mother's dreams would be realized through me. Now I know that this isn't my story anymore, nor is it my brother's.

The future belongs to that girl with the staff, whose embrace I still share, and all the others like her.

In this moment, amid all the heartbreak, nothing could make me happier.

Nothing can make me happier than having read this fanfic. It gives me a new hope for Leia´s heart and life. She will not die of a broken heart like her mother. Instead she will continue the fight, in memory of Han and her mother.

 

Thank you! That's very kind of you.

Ever since they announced the new films, I've had this ideal ending for Leia in my mind. She's never fully accepted her past with Anakin until the end of Episode IX, so in her final scene she goes to the Lars farm on Tatooine for the first time. It represents Anakin and where she came from. She's the last of the original trilogy heroes left - the only one to survive through the end of Episode IX. And in her final moments on-screen, she looks out into the binary sunset, as Luke once did, content with her past and brimming with hope because of the victories that the new generation, with her help (and Han and Luke's), brought to the galaxy.

 

I made a slight tweak to the last sentence that changes the meaning quite a bit, but in a good way. It originally ended with Leia thinking that nothing could make her happier. Someone pointed out, would this really make Leia happy? Or would it make her content? I think the latter is true. So I changed "nothing could make me happier" to "I find that peace enough."

Hopefully it works - let me know what you think!

 

Oh, yes. That is a very excellent change. Very reflective and accepting of the past and what cannot be changed and the present - and also the future. There is a hopefulness that cannot and has never been quenched! Leia is what I like to call a triumphant survivor.

 

That just gave me shivers. So, yup, what Nyota's Heart said. A little light in the dark type of a thing.

 

Thanks Nyota's Heart and Ewok Poet! Glad it worked.

I think in retrospect, ending it with "I find that peace enough" is also a nice, subtle look ahead to Episode VIII and the further adventures of these new heroes. There's almost an unspoken "for now" at the end of it, suggesting that the happiness that I originally wrote of could one day still come in the future.

 

I love this fic. So much.

Leia, Rey, Mon Mothma, and Padmé...Leia learning more about Padmé, her musings on the past and the future, the sense of hope even in so much darkness, that last line...it's all just wonderful.

I also love your 'ideal ending' for Leia a few posts above. That would just be perfect, for her and for the entire saga.

Thank you for sharing this!

 

I would have loved to have seen a scene like this in the movie or book.

It’s so nice to see Leia learn just a bit about both her biological parents, especially since she was able to use that knowledge to give her the strength, courage and conviction to continue her life-long battle.

Great job on this

 

Thanks amidalachick and KELIA!

To your comment KELIA - I'm still surprised this story (Leia learning about Padmé) hasn't been told for real. I hope that's something the powers that be will be working on at some point.