"Look kid, when you've been around the galaxy as long as I have you only look after yourself. Everyone else is on their own."
{Luke SkywalkerXOC}
{starts at New Hope and ends at Return of the Jedi}
{A New Hope ✓}
{Empire Strikes Back ✓}
{Return Of T...
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WHEN THINGS finally settled down was when things begin to hit Freya. She and the others were sitting through hyperspace.
Leia was trying to find any Rebel contacts near them to get Luke medical attention. Lando and Chewie were working on any damages that were suffered during their escape. Luke was resting as far as Freya knew.
Meanwhile, Freya sat in the cockpit. She sat in Han's seat.
She had discovered the death of her father today. A man she had mourned years ago, but now knowing he was alive until yesterday, just pains her more. She could've saved him. She could've found him.
And now, now that her father's death is confirmed, it only made it worst with Han. Han was a lot of things to Freya. At one point, Han was this guy she felt grateful to be with. He had saved her life even though she was the one who patched him up after he was under fire. Han gave her a place to stay. He gave her a purpose. Sure, the purpose was smuggling, but it was better than dying on the streets with nothing.
Han had given Freya a home. He had given her a family. Yes, to Freya the three of them felt like a family. Although, she cannot deny the fact years ago she used to have lingering feelings about Han. She loved him. She loved him beyond as a caring manner. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to be held by him.
Freya wasn't sure if she outgrew the crush or it was never really a crush, but just a way of her idolizing Han in the beginning. Either way, she knew that Han never saw her as such. He always pictured Freya as a little sister, and before she hated it, however; now Freya loves hearing him refer to her as such.
"Frey?" A soft voice gained her attention.
Freya glanced at the door.
"Luke," Freya says softly.
Luke held his wounded arm close to his body. He slowly almost stumbled into the cockpit. Luke watched as Freya was about to stand, but he used his other hand to motion for her to remain sitting. He managed to sit in the co-pilot seat next to Freya.
"How are you?" Freya asks.
Luke grins sadly, "I'll manage."
Freya nods.
Luke sighs.
There was a moment of silence between them.
"Leia had told me you were sitting here," Luke says, "I figured even if you wanted to be alone, I'd keep you company."
Freya kept her gaze on him, "You're wounded,"
Luke kept his eyes on her, "I'll be fine."
She shakes her head, "You need to take care of yourself. I'll be fine." She says, "I've always been fine."
Luke bit his lip for a moment, he seemed to hesitate on what he was about to say. Freya noticed it, she kept her eyes on him.
