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Epilogue

The event began fading away in the couple's memory in the wake of the following battles and the downfall of the Empire.

However, Leia was always reminded of the incident when she undressed or wore a shorter dress. The Thyferra bacta had done its job well, but the cut was much too deep to fully conceal. All that was left was some pale-pinkish, smooth scar tissue.

It was a few years into the two's marriage when Han caught sight of the scar and really thought about it.

"You remember that accident," he started as they both climbed in under the covers. "The one that gave you the scar?" Leia turned absentmindedly to him, trying to fish out a stray pin in her hair.

"Sure," she said vaguely, having finally gotten a hold of it.

"What really happened?"

Leia set the pin down on the bedside table and blinked.

"You're telling me I never told you about the whole thing?"

"Well, I'm guessing not the entire story." he smiled. "After all, you were pretty frosty to me the rest of the time, Your Worship." Leia shoved him playfully.

"I had a good reason."

"Uh huuuh," Han drawled, but all that came to mind was that nightmare.

"So you don't remember any of it?" she asked.

"I think I did, once, but I lost it all now."

"Okay, then," she paused. "Hold it. Be right back."

She hopped out of bed and dashed to her desk in the living room. Opening a drawer, she combed the meticulously organized datacards. Her fingers danced across the labels to the back of the drawer, pulling out one that was labeled Hoth. She grabbed her datapad from the desktop and trotted back to the bedroom.

"So," she jammed the card into the pad. "I was in my room, writing in a diary."

"Diary?" Han's eyes lit up in surprise and mischievousness. He grinned at the sight of all those entries. All those entries about him.

"Don't get all cocky now," Leia added.

"I'll try," he allowed with a large smirk as he skimmed the diary.

"Anyways, you came in and demanded what I was doing. Typically. And you delayed me in seeing a message. I stepped out when I was not supposed to, and a part of the metal and ice roof fell on me. Got that cut to the bone." She pulled back her pant to show the jagged pink line. Han winced, looking up from the datapad.

"And it was my fault," he muttered. "Because you didn't see the warning." Part of it began coming back to him, and a wave of guilt splashed over him.

"No," Leia assured him immediately. "I was going to storm out anyways. I don't really pay attention to those comm messages because it's usually from Wes about betting on when we would finally get together."

Han snickered as he set the pad down, deactivated on the bedside table. "Okay, convinced. Keep going."

"We got the emergency supplies and another message ordered us to go to the fresher. You nearly died trying to make sure that I wouldn't be uncomfortable." He smiled invitingly and Leia bent over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"By then the heater was out, obviously. We were freezing and my wound got all infected. Pus oozing and everything," she made a face, shuddering. Han grit his teeth, turning a little green.

"Please don't elaborate," he said earnestly, and Leia grinned.

"There wasn't enough supplies to fix it in the emergency pack. All we could do was wait it out, and that's what we did."

"It was terrible, wasn't it?" Han shuddered.

"Actually," she smiled at the memory. "I think we both enjoyed it a little bit." Han raised an eyebrow, a half intrigued, half amused look on his face.

"How'd it go?" he said in a low purring voice.

"Han!" Leia swatted him playfully. "Not that way. I was dying, remember?"

"Oh," he said. "Right. But still, it's possible, isn't it? I mean, you don't do it with your l-"

"Han!" she repeated, but she was giggling.

"Then how did it go?" he asked with a smirk.

"Well," Leia paused, a thoughtful look on her face. "There were a few-" their lips met in a long, lingering kiss. She took a breath or two before continuing after the kiss. "And a lot of..." She cuddled up next to him, resting her head on his chest. His arm automatically went around her.

"And of course,a ton of-" she yawned, fatigue from the day finally catching up to her. "sleeping." she mumbled, burrowing into her husband's warmth. Han smiled and managed to plant a kiss on her forehead from his precarious position.

"Good night, sweetheart." he whispered lovingly.

"Mmmphh..." she responded softly. Han chuckled softly as he buried his nose into her hair, breathing in her scent.

The two soon drifted off into peaceful oblivion.

FIN!

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