Notes:

Wow. Where to begin? I can hardly believe that after almost three and a half years, The Opening is finally coming to end. A HUGE thank you to all of you who have supported me, whether in those early days of writing or recently as I've been posting. Your encouragement and responses have kept me going when I felt like giving up and have given me more joy than I can possibly express.

This fic has meant so very much to me, more than words can say. It is Leia's story, but it is also my story. I've poured out my entire heart and soul into it, and in turn it's helped me heal. I hope that even a tiny bit of that encouragement spills over to you, even if it's just the knowledge that it's okay to not be okay. Struggling doesn't make you weak—just the opposite. Healing is a long journey, but it is possible. Hope always wins.

Two announcements before I go:

1. I've created a playlist to go along with this fic, a musical illustration for this story, if you will, filled with songs that inspired me as I wrote and songs that I felt fit the mood of each chapter perfectly. You can listen to it here on Youtube (Channel: RacheLeia, Playlist: The Opening): playlist?list=PLi-z_VOYmU-ezIwmo_k5VeQwo-4WCskkI

2. If you finish this and would like more, my one-shot Found is a companion piece of sorts—a happy, final epilogue after what's lost has been found again.

Again, thank you so much for going on this journey with me. May we all open ourselves more and more.

Chapter 25

She talked to Luke before they reached the Alliance; she waited until he was awake again and starting to ask questions. The look of shock, horror, and grief on his face when she told him about Han nearly made her weep all over again. Soon, though, he was all determination, her sun once more despite the pain that hid in the hollows of his face. "We'll get him back, Leia," he said, grasping her hand in his remaining one. His eyes flickered to the side, staring unseeing at a spot on the wall. "We've got to trust the Force."

The Force. She closed her eyes, prepared to swallow down a wave of bitterness that never came. Instead, she was left with a vague sense of emptiness, sadness, and confusion. Perhaps it was their nothing-short-of-miraculous escape from Bespin that had softened her resentment. The Force had certainly seemed to… intervene, somehow, what with that vision she'd had of Luke. She let out a breath.

Was he right? Could the Force be trusted? Was the Force truly, like her parents had told her—like she herself had once believed—at work in the galaxy, ensuring hope and light would never be fully lost? Luke seemed determined to think so, despite whatever had happened to him.

Relating what had happened to Alliance Intelligence and the few present members of High Command after their arrival on the Remembrance was just as difficult as her conversation with Luke and far less rewarding. She was quizzed about every aspect of their escape from Hoth and their subsequent ordeal on Bespin. She found she couldn't look anyone in the eyes as she told them about the particular torture methods the Empire had used this time, both sanctioned and unsanctioned. And it took every ounce of her resolve to keep from breaking down as she relayed what had happened to Han.

Her eyes flickered across the table to Rieekan. He was looking at her with such sorrow, understanding, and compassion that she somehow wanted to both shrink away from him and fall crying into his arms like she'd once done with her parents as a little girl. He caught up with her in the hallway afterwards as she walked back to the Falcon to grab her things. "Leia," he said, "If you need anything—if there's anything I can do—"

"Thank you, Carlist," she replied, echoing his informality.

He paused. "I know Intelligence wasn't too happy about Chewbacca and Calrissian's plans to leave for Tatooine, but I want you to know I'm behind them all the way." He lowered his voice. "Han Solo was a good man," he said, his eyes piercing Leia with a meaningful stare. "Don't give up hope. We'll do what we can."

Nodding, she swallowed down the lump in her throat. She doubted the Alliance would ever be able to spare the resources to mount a rescue operation for one person, but she appreciated Rieekan's support anyway.

"For so long I thought… I thought…" He stopped, shaking his head, and smiled at her wistfully. "I'm just glad you're back."

She smiled back at him. It felt foreign—had she smiled at all since Bespin?—but somehow her heart felt a little warmer.

After she had located her packing crates from Hoth and moved into her new quarters, she headed for the conference room she had reserved for her meeting with Luke, Chewie, and Lando. Their plan didn't take long to formulate—by necessity, it wasn't much of one; not yet. Chewie and Lando would scout ahead on Tatooine, locate Han, and figure out what they were up against.. When the time was right, Luke and Leia would join them for the extraction. If High Command will let me, Leia thought cynically. If I let me. She was already feeling the pull of her duty to the Alliance and, along with it, the familiar impulse to sacrifice all personal desires.

She frowned, remembering where that impulse had gotten her in the past. She'd had no hope, then—for the Alliance, yes, but not for herself. It had not gotten her far. While she would still gladly lay down her life for the Rebellion, she could no longer neglect the things that made life worth living in the first place.

Somehow, she'd have to fight for both. She'd just have to figure out how.

The next day, after giving Chewie a goodbye hug—«Take good care of yourself, Little Princess,» he had said—she headed to Luke's room in the medbay.

It was still too soon, she knew, for them to talk much about what had happened. Aside from the knowledge that he had fought Vader on Cloud City, she still didn't know the details about what haunted him, and she didn't ask. Likewise, she didn't yet feel able to tell him about what had blossomed between her and Han on the trip to Bespin. Somehow, though, she felt that he already knew, and that comforted her.

Mostly, they were silent, taking solace in each other's nearness. Now, in their suffering, they seemed to understand each other more than they ever had before.

The medical droid returned to activate the brand new prosthetic hand Luke had received the night before. Leia watched, mildly intrigued, as it ran a series of tests to ensure the hand had been calibrated correctly.

Artoo and Threepio, now whole, gleaming, and happily reunited, had come to visit, too. They stood uncharacteristically silent in front of the large window, looking out on the newborn solar system nearby. The protostar at the center burst with brilliant light, illuminating the vast clouds of dust and matter that ringed it. It was a spectacular sight.

Once again, Leia wondered at the depth of the droids' sentience. Emotion and appreciation for beauty were not things one normally expected in a droid… but then again, homesickness and a longing for companionship weren't, either, and she had learned that lesson well to the contrary.

"Luke," Lando's voice broke through the comm, "we're ready for takeoff."

"Good luck, Lando," he replied.

"When we find Jabba the Hutt and that bounty hunter, we'll contact you."

"I'll meet you at the rendezvous point on Tatooine."

"Princess," Lando said, his voice growing somber, "we'll find Han. I promise."

Another rush of emotion filled her at Han's name. There'd been so many of those lately, threatening her with sudden tears, and she hated it. Better this than being numb and hopeless, she thought. Better this than never having loved him.

"Chewie, I'll be waiting for your signal," Luke was saying. "Take care you two. May the Force be with you."

«Until our branches entwine again, cubs,» said Chewie. «I won't be around to rip the arms off your enemies for awhile, so don't get into too much trouble!"

Leia almost laughed, and Luke grinned back at her.

She missed Han's laugh.

Her smile fading, she walked over to the window. He was out there, somewhere. The distance between them seemed impossibly far, the search impossibly long. There was a chance he was already gone forever. There was an aching hole in her heart that she wasn't sure could ever be healed.

Luke came up beside her, and she glanced at him.

He knew. He understood.

He wrapped his arm around her, his new hand gently squeezing her shoulder. She leaned into him, taking a deep breath.

Whatever happened, she would be brave. She would love. She would live.

She would open herself to a galaxy of hope.

And someday, she told herself, it would all be worth it.

It was worth it already.

The Millennium Falcon rose in front of them, soaring away into the stars.