Disclaimer: George's universe, I just play here.

AN: This story has been on my backburner for a while. I came up with this particular idea after reading The Hutt Gambit in the summer. This is likely considered AU, although it does follow cannon. If you have ever seen Nicholas Cage's 'The Family Man', you'll see where I got the idea. It's a great movie, if you haven't seen it, you should. Please read and let me know what you think! I'll post another chapter asap. :)

Preface;
What would you do if you woke up in the middle of a different life?
Would you run from it? Would you embrace it?
What would you do if you were returned from that life?
Would you hunt it down, or would you forget it ever happened?

The old woman watched the young man walk away.

The young man with the future.

The future he didn't believe in.

The old woman closed her eyes and thought of that future and of that young man.

xXx

Lando's hand landed on his shoulder.

"Crazy old hag." Han muttered again for what had possibly been the twentieth time since they had been accosted by her earlier that evening.

"Love over money huh? Romantic." Lando threw him a sly smile.

"Yeah right, that sounds like me, a lovesick whelp." Extending his hand Han pushed through the door into the smoke-filled tavern, air thick with the distinct smell of mixed species and alcohol.

Hours later, he made his way through the alleyways, stumbling back up the stairs to his rented room. Boots thudding against the wall as he kicked them off one at a time, he tossed his jacket over the chair in the corner. Making his way to the fresher, shedding clothes as he went, he stopped at stared at himself in the mirror above the sink, murky inconsistent lighting of the fresher unit casting sharp shadows across his face and torso, making the scar on his chin cut harshly against his features. "More will you do for love." The old woman's word rang in his ears like a curse, a warning, a vision of his future. He shook his head, splashing water on his face.

The springs creaked unhappily as he collapsed onto the bed, head spinning, eyes closed. "Much will you do for money." Well that part was true enough, but love? Again? He squeezed his eyes shut further. No, he thought firmly. Solo.

As he drifted off to sleep, the voice of the old woman echoing through his thoughts, he wondered, abstractly, if that kind of love even existed, and if it did, how was he supposed to find it.

xXx

Nothing had happened, but something was very, very wrong. Panic roared inside him. His hand shot to his thigh, groping around for his blaster, nothing, expanding his search his hand reaching around under his head, nothing. As his mind began to focus, he realized not only did he not have a blaster, he was also naked.

A quick scan of the room did nothing to alleviate his confusion. Large and quiet with a wall of auto dimming transparasteel currently on Privacy Mode to his left, white, clean walls, stretched around him, reflecting what small amount of light the window allowed, cutting dark outlines of art hung around the room.

His attention was grabbed by the sudden billow of steam rushing out as the door closest to him slid open. A small figure stepped through the cloud, wrapped in a white towel, damp tendrils of hair cascading down her back. She offered him a steady smile as she walked past him, disappearing through another doorway. Han's eyes locked on her, on the towel barely covering her still moist body. He couldn't look away, his eyes followed her until the door she disappeared through closed quietly behind her.

Panic set in again, where was he? Who was she? This room was a hell of an improvement from the one he remembered falling asleep in. How had he gotten here? He hadn't gone home with anyone, had he? From what little he had seen of her, she didn't look the spacer bar type.

She didn't belong with someone like him.