Lost - Star Wars AU Smut FanFic

Chapter VI

  6 years later, on an unknown planet...

I am on a strange planet. A little boy, my son, runs playfully through a grassy field. On a tray, I am carrying a loaf of bread and a sharp knife. I look down and see a huge curve. My second baby. As I walk I notice that I am approaching a picnic table, where the little boy is sat, with Thomas across from him. "Leia," he says. I look up at him. "Do you love me?" he asks. I look at my son, then reply with, "I love you both more than anything I own."

 We've been here for a long time. We had to resort to a simple farming life after I refused to behave. At one point, about a month after Han had smashed Thomas's castle, I blew up Tarkin's Death Star. That was when we moved here.

 I pick up the knife. As I throw it, the trees rustle. It hits Thomas in the chest. He isn't wearing his armour, and he hasn't used the Force in four years. He slumps to the ground, and the collar around my neck falls with him. I pick the knife out his chest. My son starts to cry. The trees rustle again. I kneel down next to him, and tell him to be quiet, or the bird will fly away. There is no bird. His head comes clean off. I drop the crimson blade. Out the trees burst Han, Chewie and countless others. I smile for the first time in over six years. My mission is complete. Darth Ayvile is dead.