Beyond - Legends True Blue (OCs, H/L, L/M, Kiana Ti, Kyp, etc.) For Mod's Dare Challenge: final author's replies

I can't wait for the Diary Challenge!!!! I love how everything is coming to a head here. And Bree certainly knows how to take care of herself and how to use all of our resources to her advantage. I like how she acknowledged that taking off was selfish. She's growing up!! More!! More!!!

 

Ha, I can just see Kirana's expression. But Bree's got this covered -- hopefully!

 

Wells is pretty darn proud of himself. But pride comes before the fall, right?

I don't know Kirana at all, only from what I read on the Wook, so this is what I imagined a Nightsister might feel about this whole thing. Thank you for your kind reply!

Thanks for taking the time after your trip to reply! I appreciate it! And thank you for caring about these two.

Thank you! You know I love Ghent. It’s typical of him that he wouldn’t understand that teaching the kids he’s sitting for how to hack a computer would not be appropriate child care. And Anakin and Bree are way too smart to clue him in.

Yes, I am trying a diary. It will take place about four years from this story, so I have to wrap this one up before starting the new one. Bree is very intelligent and is willing to do whatever it takes to save the ones she cares about. And she is definitely changed – she isn’t the insecure girl she was when she started, she’s a woman who finds solutions to her problems. Thank you for your response!

Thank you for your reply! Yeah, Kirana is about done with this. And Bree is ready to get her man back.

 

Chapter 13.

The moment that the Night Cloud completed docking, Bree and Kirana bolted from the ship. Kirana led the way to the station’s executive offices, shoving through the surprised passersby with Bree in her wake. As they climbed a set of stairs, Kirana gestured, and the doors ahead of them obligingly swung open.

The two women burst into the station administrator’s office. Han stood up and began to approach Bree, who leaned on the conference table, trying to catch her breath. Unable to speak, she reached in her pocket and tossed the datacard onto the table.
“There- there’s the proof that Blue is innocent,” she said, gasping. “He had nothing to do with the falsified pharmacy records. Open it and see.” She collapsed into a chair, her father coming around to stand behind her.

Captain Sia snatched the datacard and inserted it into the computer. Immediately a collection of data points began streaming on the projected screen in the center of the conference table. “What is this?” she asked, peering intently at the information.

Bree pointed at the projection. “Look at the pharmacy inventories. The first one is from two weeks ago. That’s Blue’s access code, his authorization, his sign-off on the weekly inventories. Look at the log on – that’s Blue’s log-on username and passcode. Everything aligns with Blue.” Bree swiped the screen to make a quick adjustment. “Now here’s the final inventory that was presented to the supply officer at the station. Still Blue’s inventory access code, still his authorization and sign-off, but –“ she highlighted a line “-this is not Blue’s log-on username or his passcode. Someone else got into the computer and then used his codes. This log-on username and this passcode belong to Wells.”

All eyes turned to Wells. He put his whiskey down and sputtered. “Unbelievable! I told you that you couldn’t trust a man like that -- he’s not even a real human. He used my username and passcode! He stole the drugs and tried to blame it on me!”

Bree rose slowly, a dangerous look in her eyes and her voice cold and measured. “No, you bloody kriffing sleemo. Look at the time codes.” She tapped a small icon. “Every computer transaction has a time code. Here is the timecode that marks precisely when the pharmaceutical inventory was altered, the one where you claim that Blue used your passcode and username to hide his theft. Now let’s look at the ship’s security recorders.” She pulled up two images. “Here’s Blue, at that exact time.” An image appeared of Blue, quietly reading in the infirmary. “And here is an image of what you were doing.” A second image appeared, showing Wells sitting at a computer terminal. Bree enhanced the image: the subject on Well’s screen was the pharmacy inventory.

Bree looked at the stunned faces around her. “Blue’s innocent. Wells tried to frame him.” She turned to the station administrator. “Get ahold of that detention transport now. Turn it around. Bring him home.”

The station administrator glanced anxiously at Captain Sia, then at Han and the two Jedi. Han leaned forward. “You heard her order,” he said, his voice rising. “Get the kid back!” The administrator scampered out of the room.

“One other thing,” Bree said, directing her attention to the Jedi. “Altering official records of controlled narcotics is a crime.”

She turned to glare at Wells, who found himself suddenly flanked by Kyp Durron and Kirana Ti. “You’ll want to come with us now,” Kyp said quietly, motioning with his right hand.

Wells put down his drink and rose slowly from his chair. “I think I’ll come with you,” he said. Kyp nodded at Kirana, and they escorted Wells out of the room.

Captain Sia leaned back in her chair, smiling broadly. “You clever girl. You did it.”

***

Thousands of light years away, across the leap through hyperspace, the planet Baroli grew larger as the prison transport approached. Blue leaned against the black wall of his small dark cell, his eyes closed and his hands cuffed at the wrists. As if he could do anything to fight back– they had kept him in binders since his arrest, he knew, simply as a reminder that they owned him now.

He was too devastated to even raise his head. The one thing he had clung to for years had been hope: that he could finish his atonement, be forgiven of his offence, return to his society and family, and reclaim his past. More recently, he had the audacity to think he might even have a chance at a future, too, one that included a woman he hadn’t dared to believe could exist. How spectacularly it had all shattered. His hopes seemed like vain foolishness now, a cruel hoax that the gods played on him. There would be no atonement offered this time. The only thing his future offered would be harsh years in prison, his life collapsed to a dark cell like this, and his only company would be the realization that he had failed to protect the person who mattered most to him. Considering what lay ahead, he fatalistically wondered if maybe death would be preferable.

He heard the dull thud of boots down the metal hall and didn’t bother to turn his head when the footsteps stopped outside his cell door. The door opened and he turned toward the wall, averting his eyes from the glare. Someone entered.

When Blue didn’t feel rough hands drag him off the bench or hear a sharp command, he finally raised his head high enough to see who the intruder was, shading his eyes from the harsh light with his cuffed hands. His eyes slowly adjusted to reveal a middle-aged human man standing before him. Worn leather boots, black trousers, a gray tunic trimmed in black; light brown hair and blue eyes. A lightsaber hanging from a clip at his waist identified the newcomer as a Jedi.

A small smile tugged at the edge of the Jedi’s lips. “You must be Blue. I’m Luke Skywalker. You’re being released, and I’m here to bring you back to your ship,” he announced.

Blue didn’t move or reply. “What?” he stammered eventually.

Luke gestured for Blue to get up. When Blue just sat there, uncomprehending and too stunned to move, Luke came over to him. “It’s okay. There’s evidence to exonerate you.”

Blue felt hope begin to creep into his heart again, but he wouldn’t fall for that twice. He dropped his head and stayed still, convinced that this extraordinary turn of events had to be a hallucination of some sort. This couldn’t possibly be real.

Luke sat on the bench next to him, his hands clasped loosely together. “It’s very real,” Luke said quietly. “Breha figured it out and she proved your innocence.”

Finally, encouraged by the sound of her name, Blue raised his eyes to meet Luke’s. “She’s all right?” Blue asked haltingly.

The Jedi smiled reassuringly. “She’s waiting for you,” Luke answered.

With a motion of Luke’s hand, the binders that locked Blue’s wrists together fell to the floor. Luke stood up and indicated the open doorway with a nod of his head, and Blue slowly got up to follow him.

 

I love, I love, I love this!!! This is such a wonderful coming-of-age story. As Ny said, OCs rule. And to think that we now have a diary to look forward to

I also loved your characterisation of canon characters (well, those I know at least -- like you I'm clueless about Kirana Ti, I didn't even remember she's Dathomiri). Between Han "Get the kid back" and Luke "I'm Luke Skywalker, I'm here to rescue you" (or any variation thereof ) I was and am still grinning like a five-year old.

 

Bree rocks! She would do fantabulous in the GFFA version of Homeland Security Cut to the chase! Wonderfully detailing of Blue's understandable and immediate "is this happening"? I enjoyed every chapter and I will adore the diary.

 

I love Blue's astonishment over Luke being there. Poor guy, I can't blame him. He thought it was well and truly over and now...! I love how just the sound of Bree's name encouraged him.

 

Thank you for your reply! Yes, there is one final chapter to come (below) then an epilogue, then the diary. Thanks so much for the compliments. It was fun writing Han and Luke and getting them to kind of recreate their original roles.

Thank you, Ny! I appreciate that. Bree is a pretty special lady. And I was thinking most people wouldn’t react like Leia did, and just jump up and out of the cell. They wouldn’t believe it. Thanks so much for inspiring not just one but two fics!

Thank you, Ginchy! Yeah, Blue had completely given up, then the miracle. And as for his reaction to Bree’s name, well, he has got it bad for her. Thank you for supporting this story.

 

Chapter 14.

Captain Sia, her first mate, and the mess officer had left the station, and the Alisander was under full throttle to make up the time lost on the way to its destination. Kirana and Kyp had gone to the station security offices to process Wells’s arrest. Through the Force’s perfect and mysterious workings, once the ship returned, Wells would be handed over to the same detention transport to which he had so callously condemned Blue. For now, he would wait in a cell at the offices.

Han and Bree had the conference room to themselves. Bree sat uncomfortably beside her father, who had his elbow on the arm of the chair and his cheek on his fist, and waited for her to speak.

“I know that I messed up, Dad,” she said quietly. “I caused a lot of people a lot of trouble. I’m really sorry.”

Han sighed. “Your mother and I were scared to death. We had no idea where you went. You don’t know what it’s like, how terrifying it is, to think that you might have lost another child.”

She bowed her head. “I wasn’t thinking straight. I didn’t think anyone would care so much what I did.”

Han put his arm down and stared at her. “Why in the stars would you say that?”

“Because after Anakin died, nothing seemed to matter. Besides, I felt I wasn’t as important as Jaya or Jace or Anakin were anyway. Compared to them, everything was going a thousand times faster than I could ever keep up.” She wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand. “They were sensitives and I wasn’t, so what good was I? I felt like I’d been shipped off to university to keep me safe, like some defective, fragile thing that would shatter if I ever tried to accomplish anything.”

Her father placed his hand on her shoulder, shaking his head. “Sweetheart, your mom and I love you. I never thought you were defective or fragile, and your mother never thought that either. Do you think I didn’t understand how you felt, being a nonsensitive with your mom and Luke and Mara around?”

She reached up to hold his hand. “I felt so alone when Anakin died. I didn’t want to burden you and mom, you two were so sad. I thought if I handled it myself I could fix how I felt. I just miss him so much, Dad.”

Han sighed. “Me too, Sweetheart.”

“I know I did the wrong thing. I’m sorry and I know I have to take responsibility for what I did.”

“Just having you back is enough.” Han rubbed her shoulder. His voice grew serious. “Look, kid. We need to talk about this guy.”

“You mean Blue?” she asked. “What about him?

“I’m not sure you know exactly who he is. He’s got a troubled past.”

Bree took a deep breath. “What information do you have?”

Han shook his head. “Bad trouble. This wasn’t the first time he’s been arrested. He’s been in prison before.”

She took her father’s hand. “I know. He told me.”

“You know he’s a recovering addict, right? That’s something he’ll always have to deal with.”

Bree nodded. “We talked about that. I understand that it’s hard for him.”

Han looked at her doubtfully.

“Dad, I know he made mistakes. But he really is trying to be a better person,” she said.

“Bree, how do you know this isn’t just him trying to use you to fulfill his atonement? You might think he cares but maybe it’s all an act. Sweetheart, are you sure you can trust him?”

“Yes. Absolutely. Blue has never once lied to me, even when the truth was awful.” She met his eyes. “Dad, I understand him. I’ve seen how alone he feels; I know how he covers it up so as not to be a trouble to anyone else – I recognize it because I do the same thing, too. I’ve seen him the way he sees himself. I know how his troubles have shaped him and how remorseful he is. I don’t need the Force to know his heart.”

He leaned back and rubbed his face, considering her words, then he smiled crookedly. “The Force, huh. Don’t get me wrong, I loved each of you kids very much, but when you were born and Luke said he couldn’t feel the Force around you, I was thrilled. Finally, a kid who takes after her old man.” He raised an eyebrow. “Of course, this running off at nineteen to get involved with a troublemaker is all your mother.”

Bree’s smile turned wistful. “I love him, Dad. And I know that his feelings for me are just as real. I just want him home with me again.”

Han smiled begrudgingly. “So let’s see. Your sister is involved with the son of a baron. Your brother is canoodling with the Queen of Hapes, like we haven’t seen that one coming for years. And you bring home a guy from a detention cell.”

She returned the smile. “I understand you can meet some really nice people in detention cells, Dad.”

Han sat quietly for a moment, then his tone turned serious. “Breha, you probably saved his life, you know. The first term in a Barolian prison focuses on rehabilitation, but that second one is pure punishment. But you got him back – with no help from me, no government resources, no Jedi mind tricks. Just you. You just might earn your bloodstripes yet, kid.”

***

Hours later, Bree rested, dozing in a comfortable seat on the Night Cloud while Kyp and Kirana lounged in the co-pilot and pilot’s seats. Suddenly, Kirana looked up. “They’re here,” she announced. She pressed the button to open the doors and lower the steps to the ship.

Han roused from his half-sleep in the navigator’s seat while Bree slid her legs out from underneath her and stood up. A moment later, Luke entered the ship with Blue directly behind him. Bree was suddenly wide awake, and she drew a sharp breath. She rushed past her uncle and threw her arms around Blue, who closed his eyes and clung to her as if he were drowning. For that moment, it was as if the rest of the galaxy slid away and it was only the two of them.

After a few moments, Han, who had gotten up to stand behind her, cleared his throat. Bree turned to Han, one arm still wrapped around Blue’s waist. “Blue, this is my dad. Dad, this is Blue. He’s the ship’s medic from the Alisander.”

Han held out his hand and Blue shook it. Bree continued, “That’s Kirana Ti. She’s another Jedi.” Kirana waved from the pilot’s seat, where she was beginning a pre-flight check. “That’s Jedi Kyp Durron beside her. And you met my uncle already.”

She looked at Luke in gratitude, then broke away from Blue to embrace her uncle. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you, Uncle Luke.”

Luke nodded, returning the hug, then smiled good-naturedly at Bree. “I’m just glad to see you safe,” he said, before stepping away from Bree. He clasped Blue’s shoulder. Then, with a wave, he turned and left to return to his own ship.

The ship’s doors closed and sealed behind Luke. Blue acknowledged everyone, then sat down on the cushioned bench in the passenger section, next to Bree. Once he was sitting beside her, the pent-up stress and tension seemed to visibly begin to dissipate from him. She pulled him closer and lay her head on his shoulder, putting her hand on his chest. “It’s okay now,” she whispered. “You’re home.”

***

Within the hour, they had made the ascent to space and had begun pursuing the slower Alisander. No longer needed in the communicator’s position, Han rose from his seat to sit at the dejarik table with Bree and Blue, who had been conversing quietly. He folded his hands on the table while Blue sat up respectfully. Bree waited for her father to speak.

“We need to get some things straightened out here,” Han said quietly. He turned to Blue. “The parole board sent over your case and I’ve read it. But I need to ask you: are you getting any counseling for your drug addiction as part of your parole?”

“I’m supposed to be. I was assigned a public assistance counselor. But there’s a backlog of cases, and I haven’t seen him in about four months.”

“So how do you handle the cravings?” Han asked.

“I have a prescription for a suppressor. And if that isn’t enough to handle it, I usually lock myself in my quarters until I can get it back under control. I’m clean, if that’s what you’re worried about. I haven’t touched spice or alcohol or anything since I did substances rehab in prison five years ago.”

Han shook his head. “Not good enough.” Blue closed his eyes as if in pain and bowed his head.

Han thought for a moment before speaking. “Seeing a counselor three times a year is not good enough. I’m going to set you up with a private counselor. You need to get more help than that if you’re going to get this under control once and for all.”

Blue raised his eyes to meet Han’s. “Really?” Han nodded. “Thank you,” Blue said. “You don’t know what this means to me.”

“I do know.” Han absently tapped the table with his fingers. “A few years ago, I lost a close friend – my partner. And I didn’t handle it well. I let whiskey get the better of me for a while. It was only through the help of my wife and my brother-in-law that I didn’t fall into that pit myself. I think it’s only right that you shouldn’t have to try to do this on your own either.”

Han turned to Bree. “And as for you, Breha, I’m concerned that you were so far out of touch with everyone that you thought you could leave school and run off and nobody would bother to come find you. This isn’t like you at all. I’m also concerned that you’re still hurting so badly from what happened to Anakin. That’s why, when we get back to Ossus, I want you to see Cighal. I think you should have someone to talk with about how you’re feeling.”

Bree reached under the table to touch Blue’s hand. “Dad, I love you and mom very much, but I don’t think I’m coming back to Ossus. At least not right now.” She took a breath and continued. “I really feel that this is the right path for me. I’m happier than I’ve been in months. I feel alive again. I don’t want to lose that.”

Han was silent for a few moments. Finally he folded his hands and leaned in closer. “Sweetheart, you’ve proven you can take care of yourself. You aren’t a little girl anymore, and you have the right to decide your own life. If this is the path you want to follow, then I can’t deny you that. Just consider what I said. I still want you to talk to a counselor about dealing with your grief.”

“I will, Dad,” she promised.

Han looked at each of them in turn. “This isn’t going to be easy for you two. You think love will fix everything. But life is hard and sometimes love isn’t enough to make things better, especially when there are so many things already challenging you.”

Blue looked at Bree, then back at Han. Under the table, he opened his hand to interlock his fingers with hers. She squeezed his hand in response. “I understand your concern, sir,” he said. “But I think we have our eyes pretty open. And I would do anything to take care of her. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m willing to work hard to be what she deserves.”

A small smile traced her lips. “I want to at least try my best,” Bree said. “No one has been more honest or kinder to me.”

Han exhaled loudly. “All right. But if either of you needs help, you comm us immediately. And you –“ He pointed at Bree. “You comm us every week anyway. We love you. We need to know you’re safe.” He spread his hands out on the table. “Well. I’m glad we had this little chat. Now to tell your mother that after all this, I’m coming home without you. Let’s hope she doesn’t decide to use my head for saber practice.”

***

Harsh winds picked up and blew around Bree and Blue as they stood together at the shuttle dock at Tanis. Bree checked the chrono on the wall; Blue’s shuttle would be returning for his outbound trip too soon. They had only a few minutes left to say goodbye before he shipped out. She shivered against the cold, and he rubbed her arm to warm it.

“Captain Sia’s offer still stands, you know,” Blue said, his breath forming clouds as he spoke. “You’ve more than proven yourself.”

She shook her head. “No, I want to stay here at the aid office, to help Alta and Tara and all the others just like them.” She looked away and glanced at the refugee community. Hundreds of prefabricated dwellings, like rows of bricks, lined the makeshift street. “This is what I was meant to do, I think. Listen to them and speak for them. Fight for them the best I can.”

“They won’t have a more caring advocate,” he said. He pulled her closer and touched the necklace that hung around her neck. She smiled, then wrapped her hand around his.

“Promise you’ll comm me when you make it to the first substation,” she said.

“I promise,” he said. “I’ll see you in about two months when we swing by again. Promise you’ll wait for me.”

“I promise I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait a hundred years if I have to.”

They held each other quietly, memorizing the details of each other. For now, the memory would have to do. He leaned in, his lips on hers. “My Bree,” he whispered. “My own Bree.” He kissed her again, gently.

To say it aloud would be to make it real. To speak the words would be to dare to allow hope into his life again, with all the risk of loss that hope brought with it. Blue looked into her dark eyes and caressed her cheek with his hand, twisting the ends of her hair in his fingertips. He took a deep breath. “I love you, Bree. I love you so much.”

Bree rested her head on his shoulder and remembered how, even in Blue’s darkest hour, his concern had been for her. She thought about the countless kindnesses he had given to her, the unspoken devotion of his gentle touch and his compassionate actions. His heart was true, and his heart was hers. She looked up at him and smiled crookedly. “I know.”

 

This has too many fantabulous feels to count! The Han/Bree talk - marvelous and touching. Bree and Blue have their heads and hearts on straight but Han's right. There are a lot of challenges but if they work at them as a team, they'll come through.

The temporary parting between Blue and Bree -- (she'll make a great advocate!) -- the last couple lines were toppers!

The "I know" gets me every time no matter who says it LOL

 

Squee-ing puddle of everything here combined with lots and lots of Han love. From "finally a kid who takes after her old man" to "I know", I was simply ecstatic!

 

I agree with Chyntuck completely. Everything about this was perfect--and that last "I Know" just made me grin like a loon. I love Han's concern for his girl. She's growing up, but doesn't know everything yet.

YES!! I love, love, love it, lady!!!!

 

Perfect chapters. I love this. Bree and Blue together.

 

Thank you, Nyota! And thank you again for the prompt that launched a thousand words of fanfic (over 20,000 words, actually.) I tried to stay as true to the canon characters as I could, bringing a blend of Leia and Han to Bree. I’m so grateful for your support throughout this story.

Thank you! I wanted to give Han someone to relate to. Poor guy seems outnumbered in his own family. Thank you for your reply and for supporting this fic throughout.

Thank you so much for the kind reply, and for all the help you gave me in constructing this fic. I truly appreciate it. I did want to set up a parallel between Han/Leia and Bree/Blue. Han can’t blame Bree for doing what she’s doing with Blue when that is exactly what her mom did with Han, right?

Thank you! Yes, they were meant to be together. Love wins in the end. Thanks so much for your support throughout this story!


Thank you to everyone who stopped in to read this story. The epilogue is below.

 

Epilogue.

Eight Years Later.

Bree sat on a small bench, raising her face occasionally to catch a cooling breeze in tropical heat of the southern Barolian main continent, in the city by the ocean where Blue grew up. There was little shade, but she didn’t mind. She brushed her long brown hair out of her face and tucked the strands behind her ear. Every few moments she glanced in the direction of the entrance to the Central Office of Corrections. Other people sat in the same courtyard by the entrance, probably waiting for the same thing, she surmised.

A little girl about four years old came up to her, bearing a flimsy decorated with brightly colored shapes. “Here you go, Mommy,” the child said.

Bree leaned down and took the drawing from her. “That’s lovely, Lelila.” Bree smiled and placed the flimsy in a folder already holding at least five other pictures. “He’ll like that one, too.”

The child, Lelila, smiled brightly, her indigo eyes shining in merriment. She spun around and her blue-streaked brown hair swung like shimmersilk behind her. “I’m gonna draw another one,” she announced, grabbing a fresh flimsy. The little girl climbed back onto her bench and with great seriousness proceeded to make colorful, inscrutable marks on the sheet.

Bree looked up at the entrance again and caught her breath. The door opened as a neatly dressed Barolian man, his shoulder-length blue hair tied at the nape of his neck, exited. The man scanned the courtyard until he saw Bree, and then he smiled.

Bree leaned over to Lelila. “Look who’s here, Sweetheart,” she said, pointing to the man.

The child looked up from her drawing, and her face broke into a brilliant smile. “Daddy!” she shrieked. Her drawing forgotten, she jumped from her bench and ran into the man’s open arms. He swooped her up and hugged her tightly.

Bree walked over to Blue and stood beside him, waiting for Lelila’s excited greeting to subside. Blue freed one arm and raised his hand to touch Bree’s face. She leaned into his open palm. “My girls. And you, my own true Bree,” he said, emotion cracking his voice.

Bree moved into the arc of his arm and kissed his cheek gently, savoring the nearness of him. “Welcome home, Ryoki,” she replied, using the name so long denied him. “My own true Blue.”

 

WOW that's a beautiful end, a happy family.
And Blue has a beautiful name

 

Oh, happy happy sigh. Beautiful setting and what a lovely conclusion to all Blue's travails. He is literally liberated!!! His true name has been reclaimed. And what a pretty one it is!

 

Awww... *melts all over the place* I was wondering why you needed an epilogue but of course. Blue had to reclaim his name for this story to be over.

This was one of my favourite stories in 2014 and I'm looking forward to reading the sequel/diary/any other story with your OCs. They're fully fleshed out characters and I certainly hope we'll see more of them. And I hope Nyota's Heart keeps coming up with prompts that result in such wonderful fics from you

 

I'm a little late to the party for the ending chapters. But WOW!! I adored all of the chapters with Han and his chats with Bree and Blue and that Epilogue was perfect. But I am thinking that chat that Han has to have with Leia about not bringing Breha home - has to be an interesting one -- maybe we will get to hear that one in a flashback in this Diary that was mentioned. Excellent story -- wonderful read.

I really liked it when Han told Bree that he was happy that she was like him - a nonsensitive to the Force.

 

Thank you! I’m glad you liked it. Thank you for supporting this story –it means a lot.

Thank you, Nyota, for the inspiration for this fic. I’m glad you like the ending – the setting is kind of Miami/Honolulu, either of which would be lovely on this January evening, lol. Yes, he has served his time and he has regained his status, and his name. They are together, and all’s well at last.

Thank you so much, and thank you for supporting this story! I had a lot of fun with it. I had the epilogue in mind all along, with Mommy!Bree and Daddy!Blue in my head. It was how to get them to that point. Thank you for your very kind words.

Thank you, Gemma! I appreciate it and I’m glad you enjoyed the story. I don’t usually write Han, but this story really opened me up to him. I am writing a diary, and some of what Han tells/warns them does come back to haunt them. I may have to add that scene in where Leia gives Han an earful about not bring their daughter home -- Good suggestion! Thank you again!


Thank you to everyone who read and/or replied to this story.

 

Really enjoyed the ending chapters and wrap-up for this story. Bree finding the flaws in Blue's framing was brilliant. Great to see her solve things with brains, even though we've seen that she can fight too when needed. Aww for them managing to get Blue back on board in time; loved their reunion scene. Just the right amount of emotional punch.

Also, Han is the best dad. I feel like that's the theme of the last 2-3 chapters and I love it. Really enjoyed his forthrightness with both Blue and Bree, and his willingness to support them but not deny the possibility that it's going to be a bumpy road for them.

Bree's decision to work for better conditions in earlier chapters comes to full bloom here, and it's bittersweet. On the one hand, she's found meaningful work that she wants to do with her life, a way of making the galaxy a better place. So much development from the girl who was just running away from everything. On the other hand, it means at least a temporary separation from Blue with their different duties taking precedence. I've started reading the 2015 diary sequel, and will be interested to see how that plays out.

Anyway, loved these concluding chapters. Congrats on your nominations.

 

Thank you so much, Kahara! Bree has shown that she can fight with her brains and her strength. She’s smart and courageous, just like her parents are. She rescued Blue when he should have been doomed – Wells didn’t count on her determination to pull out all the stops to get him back.
And yes, Han is the Best. Dad. Ever. He’s not going to sugar coat it that they will have an easy time, but he trusts his daughter enough to let her work through the relationship on her own. And he makes it clear that he’s there for both of them: his daughter’s boyfriend is family now, too.
Bree has come a long way. She isn’t a girl anymore – she has proven herself to be a very capable woman. She knows what she wants now.
Thank you for your continued reading of Bree and Blue’s relationship in the diary, and thank you for the congrats!

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Thank you to everyone who supported this fic in the FanFic Awards. I am deeply honored that my OC Bree Solo won Best OC (Beyond), and that Bree and Blue were voted Best Original Relationship (Beyond). Thank you again!

 

Congrats again on those awards for this story.

 

I did not want to start reading the 2015 DDC before reading this, so I decided to give it a go. I read everything, including the missing bit on AO3 and I had your OC index entry by my side, just to make sure I understood everything.

People who didn't read my first comment on the DDC should consider this my disclaimer: I kind of like the good girls/bad boys and bad girls/good boys type of stuff, when it turns out that there is so much more to the characters than meets the eye and that the tropes have been all but subverted. I also like reading about recovering addicts and people who can or cannot define themselves. It's a long story so as to why and how this became one of my reading preferences, but now you know.

So, yeah.

While I don't think the epilogue was necessary as I assume things won't exactly be rosey in the diary with the addiction mechanism, temptation, long distance and whatever; everything else was an enjoyable read, especially in the earlier chapters where we got to know the characters and their inner struggles.

I did not vote in the Beyond category at the awards as that was right when I had dropped a dream job due to pressure and there was no way I could have caught up with so many stories and actually do them justice; but had I voted, I would've voted for Blue as the best original character. His redemption, at least at this point in time, is admirable and his will power did not break around that sheevy kriffslider that is Wells. When he loses his will towards the end, we get to see that he is not perfect and that his feelings of guilt over Miko's death continue surfacing every now and then.

Bree is walking the thin line between the prince from Prince and the Pauper and the Phantom Menace Padmé - throughout the story, there were a couple of times where the idea of finding her calling may have sounded like self-service, and that's OK. That's how the first post-adolescent view of the world is like for most: there is always more "me" than "them" to it. While she wasn't exactly dropped from heaven on her head and landed in hell; she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and she is not a prima donna or anything for that. I like. But her attacks on Wells, both the physical one and the eventual verbal one at the hearing were the best. The expletive she used when she revealed the fraud to everybody...ha! It made me smile.

Han is just awesome in this one. Sure, the other non-OCs are, too; but he is the best. I have never seen this side of him in any story, because I am not familiar with the post-ROTJ legends stuff apart from the Legacy comics and I have a lot to catch up with; but seeing him as the dad who never does the protective nonsense or "the talk", but chooses to share his own experience of being the oddball among a bunch of Force sensitives instead and, likely through his own story, rewinds memories of his own encounters with the lowest of the low and discovering future friends. Way to go, daddy!

The Barolian civil service system feels like an odd, odd take at the end of the original (not Disney's poodoo) Little Mermaid. Sure, it's a bit easier, with only ten people to save, but given how much it takes to save somebody, it may be the equivalent of that in the GFFA.

Now I am looking forward to reading the continuing story and hoping for a wild ride.

P.S. If I could request one thing from you, that would be awesome, a post for the fanon thread about your Naboo tradition of resetting one's life. I was looking for something like that for either Naboo or Hapes. Thank you.