twelve_not_fourteen | Carbonite awakening ...

Carbonite awakening ...

The first thing he sensed was how much it hurt to draw in oxygen.

It reminded him of that burning feeling you get when you're trying to run while being out of breath, but adding to it the feeling of a Gamorean sitting on your chest. It hurt so much that he didn't notice the sensation of falling onto the ground in a heap or even smacking against the floor, though his head did bounce against the ground in a way that would make the average bystander wince.

For a while, all that he can do is breathe. It seems to take every bit of his limited energy to keep the air going out of his weak lungs. He's trembling reflexively and in less than a standard minute there is visible sweat collecting on his brow.

Air in. Air out. Chest throbbing in pain from the effort.

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It’s a strange sensation to be closing your eyes to sleep even though you can’t see. Between his son’s efforts and hearing the familiar sounds of the Millennium Falcon, he does manage to relax a little bit.

It takes a while, but he does, eventually drift off to sleep.

Now that Han was asleep, Ben had time to think. He had to call Mom to arrange a way to get his father home once they landed without the press getting wind of it. Han wasn't ready for that murder of porgs. And they'd need a doctor to look him over. There was no telling what being in carbonite for this long could do to a person.

It was a long time for a human to have been frozen in carbonite. There weren’t a lot of cases of revivals, either, so it was hard to say what kind of shape that Han would truly be in when he ‘recovered’. He needed to be evaluated, regardless, so having someone with a medical background would be important - a sentient and not a droid, of course, would have been Captain Solo’s preference.

The best way to protect Han would be to send him to one of Resistance bases, probably. Leia can control the surroundings there in a way that they she can’t control the private sector.

Regardless, the Captain is just along for the ride. He certainly wants to see Leia again, more than he felt like he wanted anything before.

A Resistance base would be the obvious solution but Ben's a civilian, even though his mother is the leader of the Resistance. He doesn't know where their bases are. He stand and steps just outside the cabin and comma Leia.

Then it certainly wouldn't the first time a Solo went with seemed best at the time and hoped things worked out.

As Ben and Leia discuss their options, Han starts to become restless in the cabin. It was hard for him to get comfortable in the first place and lets face it, when your last day of being conscious was like his ... is it all that surprising that you might be having bad dreams when you wake up?

Perhaps it's his subconscious senses picking up what's going on around him, but he begins to dream of The Princess. The way that she looked the last time he had seen her, at first. Then slowly aging before his eyes. It was strange, even in a dream, to see a face he knew so well changing into one he didn't recognize ...

It didn't take long for Ben and Leia to figure out a solution. Ben ended the call and stepped back into the cabin. He let his father's thoughts flow over him. For once, not being able to shut people out was useful. This dream didn't seem distressing so he left it alone.

It wasn't much of a nightmare, all things considered. It was more melancholy than anything and it still tugged at his heart strings to watch the love of his life grow old so suddenly. To watch the worry lines at the corners of her eyes deepen and her skin lose the luster that it had when he'd met her.

Growing old with the people you cared about didn't seem so bad as long as you were going through it together. It was just going to make it all the more obvious that he'd been gone. That everyone had lived almost a lifetime without him. Even in a dream it made him feel very bitterly alone ...

Ben could feel the loneliness set in. He winced as it flooded his mind. He bit his lip, trying to hold on the pain of it. It was overwhelming, drowning out the joy of finally finding his father.

Once he finally regained control, he touched Han's mind. He projected belonging and a sense of family, anything to let him know he wasn't alone.

Han, of course, has no idea that his son can read his emotions like flight manual. It might have made him feel guilty for making his kid feel like he didn’t care about finding him - he can’t quite help the way that he feels, though. It’s been a stressful time for him and let’s face it, controlling his emotions hasn’t exactly been his strong suit.

A few of those Jedi training lessons might have done Captain Solo some good. The reassurance that Ben projects out to him with the force does soothe him. Han begins to settle and has visions of sitting beside his grown child in the cockpit of the Falcon, traveling through the brilliant blue starlines of hyperspace.

Ben can finally breathe again once Han settles. For a few moments, he just focuses on controlling his breathing, enjoying the peace. Then he smiles as he sees his father's dream. He can guarantee that dream, at least, will come true. It's a dream he's had since he was a boy. He'd almost given up hope of it ever happening.

Han manages to rest comfortably till the Millennium Falcon transitions from hyperspace back to real space. There is a faint chime of indicator noises to alert the pilot coming from the cockpit - when Han had owned the ship - the Falcon never made that shift very gracefully. It usually made Captain’s Solo’s stomach do sumersaults.

It makes Han start to wake up. And though he can’t see yet, he can start to see blurs of things and a bit of color.

“I think we’re here, kid.”

"Yeah, I'll be right back."

Ben runs to the cockpit. He had to argue with the spaceport authorities about landing where he and his mom planned. Finally, he resorted to threatening to inform General Organa about their refusal to acquiesce to her son's request. No one wanted to cross the force of nature that was Leia Organa.

The landing went smoothly and soon he was back in the cabin. "We're here. Welcome to Chandrila. Mom should be here any minute."

He’s too far away from the cockpit to hear Ben’s words and the ship was old and noisy, too. He was trying to listen to the tone of his son’s voice anyway. ~~Might as well, right? He still couldn’t see all that great.~~ He’d have to figure that his kid must sound like Leia. She was the one who had been around for him. Pauses in the places she would have. Assertive when pressed.

The thought of his kid being like the princess and the two of them having each other, for the first time, made him feel good. When he could get passed the thought of being left behind - admittedly very hard for him to do - there was no other woman he’d have ever wanted to be the mother of his son.

The the kid is back. And he tells him they’re on Chandrila. Han makes a distainful face at the thought of it.

“Chandrila? That’s about the stuffiest planet in the whole galaxy. At least it was, anyway ...”

Of course, Han wasn’t going to be a huge fan of the place. They’d cracked down hard on the illicit dealings that happened on their planet years ago and consequently, there wasn’t much of an appeal to the place for someone who’d been a smuggler. He decided to try ignore that part of the news and instead focus on the good part. He was gonna get to see Leia again soon.

Ben tried to stifle a laugh. "I live on Chandrila. It's only stuffy if you're stuck with certain senators. Or 3PO."

Footsteps sounded in the hall. Ben smiled as his mother appeared in the doorway. "Ben. Han?"

Han, sounding skeptical, replies, “you’ll have to be the one showing me around.” He’s not sure that he believes a planet like Chandrila could have changed so much, but ... there’s a lot of room for him to be surprised with how much the galaxy had changed in thirty years or so.

And speaking of the things that had changed, there was the princess. Her silhouette had changed. Her voice had changed, but somehow, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Leia had entered the room. The last thing he told her when he’d seen her is that he knew that she loved him, which, he also knew had taken a lot for her to admit at that time. Did she know that he loved her too? That she was the last thing that he thought of when he went into that chamber and the first thing that he was able to think about when he could tolerate the pain of waking back up?

“You should know ...” Han’s face pulls into that well meaning, but confused look when he pauses. Like he has far too much to say and he doesn’t know the way to put it. “... that I missed you. A lot.”

And if she answered him with an ‘I know’ of her own? He’d be alright with that,

"Poe could show you the disreputable places better than I could."

But he still had his own favorite places for when he wanted to escape the press, politicians, and celebrities. He would be glad when the Senate moved back to Hosnian Prime in a few months.

Ben had never seen his mother smile like this before. She walked over and wrapped her arms around Han in a tight embrace, clinging to him like he might disappear again. "I know. I missed you, too."

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