Rogue Two (OneShot)

Rogue Two

"I would trust her with my life." 

Bail Organa told Mon Mothma, leaving a faint smile warm his face as he was getting ready to leave, ordering Captain Antilles to prepare his transport. The viceroy walked through the corridors of the rebel base, reflecting on what he had just said.

At first Bail had been extremely reluctant to see the little girl he saw grow up, his daughter, were involved with something like that. The Rebel Alliance was a necessary undertaking for him and Breha, for the Galaxy, but... Leia is his little girl.

He shakes his head as he sits in his quarters in Tantine V. 

Yes, she's my little girl, ever since Obi-Wan put her in my arms, but I can not forget that she's the same little girl who beat Victor Graeff when he was only six. The little princess who ran away from home at fourteen because she could not endure more endless formalities while she herself wanted only a little adventure. The same person who helped so many during the senatorial meetings and reconnaissance missions. Always the same Leia.

"But Daddy, he insulted my intelligence with that bland joke!" - protested the little girl after hearing its formal accusations of punching the stomach of Chandrilan Senator's son. Bail smiled, finding it impossible to contain such a reaction to that miniature human being; rosy cheeks and bright brown hair struggling to get rid of the staples placed to ornament her traditional hairstyle - several locks already loose and free in the wind that hot afternoon.

She was always like that. He concludes in his thoughts. Since the moment she learned to talk, Leia Organa has the answer for everything, and the next argument by which it is imposed if the first had no effect. Her father can't blame her, he taught her that, and she learned with mastery. 

Bail suffered the consequences, if one may say so, of her vast and imposing personality when, by herself, Leia discovered about the Resistance. He immediately tried to protect her, but she was reluctant at all costs, seeking loopholes and at the same time gaining his confidence in every small, though well directed, act. She impressed him. And Bail Organa is not a man who is easily impressed.

His reveries direct him to the main bridge again, the here and now. The Empire is about to end the most fearsome weapon ever invented, and Jyn Erso and Cassian Andor are likely to launch themselves into some reckless mission. But there will be no peace. I have to tell this to my people. I have to tell Leia.

His deepest thoughts emerged in that instant. The fear of never hugging her daughter again seems to touch his shoulders, leaving them heavy with the responsibility. But he knows he needs Obi-Wan Kenobi, and he knows he's his only hope, after all this is his most desperate moment and Bail needs help.

He also knows that Leia will do whatever it takes to protect Alderaan, but above all, the Galaxy. Yet he fears for her, for the sake of not only her physique, but her mind. He fears for her heart and if she will bear the immense responsibility that will overflow her with this mission. 

Bail knows she can, but ... At some distant point in her nineteen years as a father he has already taken her in his arms, smoothed her hair while admiring the beauty of her childish face and promised her that he wouldn't let anything happen to her.

Am I breaking that promise?

He knows he's not, but he still question himself. Bail is completely sure that Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan has all t ability to stand by herself and defend her ideals, but ... 

That smile, that beautiful young face... A pinch of lingering pain spreads through his heart.

What if I'm asking too much? What if my little Leia doesn't come back the same?