Chandrila was beautiful blue green world with silver seas and a peaceful population. And a few dangerous radicals with weapons that threw shrapnel, a traditional assassination weapon.
Han stood as the surgeon entered the waiting area. “Princess Leia will recover, we removed the shrapnel and they are stitching her up now.”
Han let out a breath and asked, “And the baby?”
The surgeon looked grim, “His prognosis isn’t good. We had to deliver him to stabilize his mother but despite not being injured in any way he just seems to be dying.”
Chewbacca made a moan of sadness and laid a hand on Han’s shoulder.
“I want to see them.”
They stopped to see Leia first, but she was still under sedation from the surgery. Han demanded to see his son and a slightly shocked hospital staff led him to a nearby small room staffed by droids hovering over a dimly lit crib.
Han bent over and looked at the baby, “Hey Ben.” He reached in and pressed his hand against Ben’s tiny chest.
Ben opened his eyes and looked at Han. Han studied the eyes, Leia’s eyes, the most ancient and intelligent eyes he had seen on a baby. Han reached in and picked up his son, bringing him in close to his chest. The droid beeped a protest but was batted out of the way by Chewbacca. Ben made some soft mewling noises and Han settled in a chair in the room, softly humming an old Corellian drinking song.
Chewbacca asked a staffer for a bottle for Ben and was told that due to the prognosis they couldn’t help him. He looked back at his friend totally engrossed in possibly the tiniest baby he had ever seen. Chewbacca left the room to make a call.
The surgeon entered the room to speak to Han. “Mr. Solo?”
“What is it?” Han said, not looking up from Ben.
“We’ve withdrawn all the sedatives but your wife shows no signs of waking up. If she doesn’t start waking up soon her prognosis… where are you going?”
Han walked into the room where Leia lay sleeping. He would never know how or why he did what he did next. He laid Ben face down on his mother’s chest, keeping one hand on his back so he didn’t roll off. He placed Leia’s hands over her son. The medical staff protested in the background but a grouchy Wookie deterred them from interfering. Han rubbed Ben’s back, occasionally brushing Leia’s fingers in the process.
Leia sighed in her sleep, instinctively tightening her grip on her son. She opened her eyes, smiled at Han then whispered, “Ben.”
Ben opened his eyes and looked at his mother. “Oh he’s starving, is it safe for me to feed him? If not he needs something to tide him over.” Her voice was weak at first but quickly regained its usual commanding tone.
“Princess Leia, his prognosis is grave.”
“Of course it is if people starve you.” She sat up with Han’s help, getting settled in, still holding Ben.
A delivery droid trundled in and up to Chewbacca who signed for the delivery and handed it to Han. He opened one end of the package and pulled out one of the bottles, activating the heating element then handing it to Leia.
She took the bottle, tasted it, then checked the temperature against her face, then gave it to Ben. The staff nattered on about his low survival chances and how he’d never see the sunrise and where did they procure Wookie milk from?
C3PO waddled in, “Oh thank the Maker! You are on the mend! And with his highness!”
“Thank you. Threepio, I need to make a statement.”
“Yes Princess Leia.”
“Earlier this evening I was the victim of an assassination attempt, but my prognosis is good. The attack prompted the early birth of my son, Prince Ben Organa Solo of the Alderaani Diaspora, who is doing well. My heartfelt thanks go out to the local authorities who are pursuing the investigation.” she nodded and C3PO scuttled off to deliver the statement.
Leia watched her son feed lustily and smiled at Han. “Han?”
“I thought the Alderaani ruling council said you couldn’t include my name. Some stupid reason or reasons I honestly didn’t pay attention to.”
“You fought to care for Ben when they washed their hands of him. And your name was always going to be part of the deal, I just hadn’t decided on the order until the statement.”
Han leaned in and kissed Leia on the lips, then bent over and kissed Ben on his tiny forehead.
FILL - Re: Han/Leia: Baby Ben
Chandrila was beautiful blue green world with silver seas and a peaceful population. And a few dangerous radicals with weapons that threw shrapnel, a traditional assassination weapon.
Han stood as the surgeon entered the waiting area. “Princess Leia will recover, we removed the shrapnel and they are stitching her up now.”
Han let out a breath and asked, “And the baby?”
The surgeon looked grim, “His prognosis isn’t good. We had to deliver him to stabilize his mother but despite not being injured in any way he just seems to be dying.”
Chewbacca made a moan of sadness and laid a hand on Han’s shoulder.
“I want to see them.”
They stopped to see Leia first, but she was still under sedation from the surgery. Han demanded to see his son and a slightly shocked hospital staff led him to a nearby small room staffed by droids hovering over a dimly lit crib.
Han bent over and looked at the baby, “Hey Ben.” He reached in and pressed his hand against Ben’s tiny chest.
Ben opened his eyes and looked at Han. Han studied the eyes, Leia’s eyes, the most ancient and intelligent eyes he had seen on a baby. Han reached in and picked up his son, bringing him in close to his chest. The droid beeped a protest but was batted out of the way by Chewbacca. Ben made some soft mewling noises and Han settled in a chair in the room, softly humming an old Corellian drinking song.
Chewbacca asked a staffer for a bottle for Ben and was told that due to the prognosis they couldn’t help him. He looked back at his friend totally engrossed in possibly the tiniest baby he had ever seen. Chewbacca left the room to make a call.
The surgeon entered the room to speak to Han. “Mr. Solo?”
“What is it?” Han said, not looking up from Ben.
“We’ve withdrawn all the sedatives but your wife shows no signs of waking up. If she doesn’t start waking up soon her prognosis… where are you going?”
Han walked into the room where Leia lay sleeping. He would never know how or why he did what he did next. He laid Ben face down on his mother’s chest, keeping one hand on his back so he didn’t roll off. He placed Leia’s hands over her son. The medical staff protested in the background but a grouchy Wookie deterred them from interfering. Han rubbed Ben’s back, occasionally brushing Leia’s fingers in the process.
Leia sighed in her sleep, instinctively tightening her grip on her son. She opened her eyes, smiled at Han then whispered, “Ben.”
Ben opened his eyes and looked at his mother. “Oh he’s starving, is it safe for me to feed him? If not he needs something to tide him over.” Her voice was weak at first but quickly regained its usual commanding tone.
“Princess Leia, his prognosis is grave.”
“Of course it is if people starve you.” She sat up with Han’s help, getting settled in, still holding Ben.
A delivery droid trundled in and up to Chewbacca who signed for the delivery and handed it to Han. He opened one end of the package and pulled out one of the bottles, activating the heating element then handing it to Leia.
She took the bottle, tasted it, then checked the temperature against her face, then gave it to Ben. The staff nattered on about his low survival chances and how he’d never see the sunrise and where did they procure Wookie milk from?
C3PO waddled in, “Oh thank the Maker! You are on the mend! And with his highness!”
“Thank you. Threepio, I need to make a statement.”
“Yes Princess Leia.”
“Earlier this evening I was the victim of an assassination attempt, but my prognosis is good. The attack prompted the early birth of my son, Prince Ben Organa Solo of the Alderaani Diaspora, who is doing well. My heartfelt thanks go out to the local authorities who are pursuing the investigation.” she nodded and C3PO scuttled off to deliver the statement.
Leia watched her son feed lustily and smiled at Han. “Han?”
“I thought the Alderaani ruling council said you couldn’t include my name. Some stupid reason or reasons I honestly didn’t pay attention to.”
“You fought to care for Ben when they washed their hands of him. And your name was always going to be part of the deal, I just hadn’t decided on the order until the statement.”
Han leaned in and kissed Leia on the lips, then bent over and kissed Ben on his tiny forehead.