Just over a year after his death, Han was finally starting to get used to this whole 'afterlife' thing. It was still a little strange. He didn't feel the passage of time as he used to. The overall sense of peace and contentment didn't make him as uncomfortable as he would have thought. At least Anakin Skywalker had stopped stalking him for the moment, and Luke seemed to be happily – if a little hesitantly – teaching his new student. Han checked in on the kid every now and then. He'd never been able to bring himself to visit anyone else. He'd been worried that it would hurt more than help. And perhaps he'd been just a little bit afraid – running away from his problems in death as he had in life.

Around Han something rippled and shifted as though the fabric of existence had heaved a long sigh. In the distance, the Jedi masters paused for a moment in their ceaseless debate. The blue haze of the Force's presence stretched and swirled and then… Han was no longer alone.

She was as he had always remembered her best – braids piled and looped around her head like a crown, her hair untouched by gray, the deep lines of stress and worry erased from around her eyes.

"Leia." The name was yanked from his lips and left his throat and heart feeling raw.

She blinked and looked up at him. A smile pulled across her face, and the last of the lingering weight from his old life slipped from Han's shoulders. Leia quirked an eyebrow at him.

"I wasn't expecting to see you again quite so soon." Only the faintest of tremors in her voice gave her away. Han strode forward and wrapped her in his arms, burying his face in her hair. Ever so slowly she relaxed in his arms. "I missed you," came the barely audible whisper.

"I know."

A/N: In memory of Carrie Fisher. May the Force continue to be strong with you wherever you are.

I hadn't intended to ever continue this story, but I found my heart in need of healing once more.