Multi-Fandom One-Shots

Star Wars 2

This my second scenario, and it is not a continuation of the last one. It is an AU, though.

Han was doing repairs to the Falcon. What else is new.

Leia and Chewie were out on a trip with a strike team, trying to neutralize some pretty dangerous Empire supporters.

It's been a month since the end of the Empire, but they still had support, so the Rebel Alliance, renamed the Resistance, had to squash those few groups that still wanted the Empire in control out.

And Han couldn't wait for Chewie to get back.

His Wookie friend had almost blew Han up this morning because of a simple mis-repair. And this wasn't the first time.

He had also left some extra bow caster ammunition. In Han's cabin. Again.

And this would be the last time that Han would walk into the cockpit, not to fly, but to patch up his furry friends seat, as he had ripped it.

AGAIN.

And a couple of hours later, he heard Leia's voice in the docking bay.

"Finally." He muttered. He would ask the princess where that stupid Wookie was, because he didn't hear him in the bay.

Han exited the Falcon and beckoned for Leia to come into the beat-up ship. She waved at him, almost sadly, but Han did not dwell on it. The mission probably went badly.

Leia came onto the ship, and Han immediately launched into conversation.

"Where's Chewie? I need to talk to him, I almost blew up this morning because of one of his mis-repairs."

"Han."

But Han kept on going, ignoring Leia.

"And he keeps on leaving his ammo in my cabin."

"Han." Leia repeated, more firmly this time.

"And if I walk into the cockpit and see a ripped seat one more time, I will pick that Wookie up by the scruff-" but the princess would not allow the cocky pilot to finish.

"Han, Chewbaca died to today on the mission."

Han just stared at her.

"I- wha?" He said.

"Chewie- Chewie is dead." He voice cracked.

Han just stared at her open mouthed.

"But- but he can't be. No, nuh-uh, your making a mistake, Chew- Chewie can't be dead."

Han couldn't, wouldn't believe it. This was some cruel joke. His best friend. Dead? He didn't think so.

But as seconds passed in silence, it became clear that this wasn't a joke. Chewie was not gonna stroll onto the ship that he had loved so much and growl out a 'gottcha!' In his own language.

He would never talk to Han again. He would never make fun of Han again.

And Han sank into a chair, his face in his hands, overcome with grief. He felt Leia sit next to him, felt her hand on his arm, as she to, grieved.

Sometime later, let it be seconds, minutes, hours, or even days, Han heard Luke come in, and he sat on the other side of Han. And they just sat there, in silence.

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Three weeks later

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They had found his body. After an extensive search, they found him. A blaster bolt, straight through the head.

They had a funeral. The entire time, Han just sat, in shock, with Leia by his side, not hearing a word the idiot up at the front was saying.

Cause he didn't know Chewie. He didn't know that, for the longest time, Chewie was the only person Han would care about. He didn't know that Chewie had had his home world torn apart by Separatists, during the Clone Wars, and how he had watched his family get tied up and chains and sold as slaves.

He didn't know that Chewie was brought aboard an Imperial ship, later, because he would refuse to do anything that he didn't agree to.

And Chewie was the only person that knew that Han had once worked for the Empire. He had been a pilot. Graduated, top of his class, from the academy. Even though he definitely didn't support their cause, he had to learn to pilot somewhere.

And when he saw the Wookie, he wasn't going to stand there and watch his superior officer beat him. No. Way.

She Han had defected. He rescued Chewie, escaped with the entire ship on his tail and fled.

Han remembered it like it was yesterday.

But now. It was gone. Every last little bit. Gone. Chewie wasn't going to complain about the Falcon or tease Luke or anything.

And that hurt Han more than anything.