FLARES | skysolo fanfiction

14: Home.

XIII: Home.

Leia was worried sick. Once the Falcon had landed, she rushed to it, hugging Luke and Han.

TWO DAYS LATER

Both of them got patched up and were healthy looking by now. They were home. Luke decided that being with Han wasn't the right choice. He broke it off a day after they had returned home. They were by the water this evening, watching the sunset.

"I'm so happy that was over," Luke said, lying down in the sand and sighing. Han tried to get Luke to go back with him - Leia didn't even mind it. Why was Luke refusing to be with him?

"Yeah, me too." Leia said "I think we should all take a break from huge events from now on,"

The three of them laughed. The sand was soft and warm...something was connecting Luke to something. He sat up, Ben Kenobi was sitting in front of him. "Ben?" he asked, Leia and Han looked at him confused.

"You hallucinating, Luke?" Han asked. Luke shook his head, Leia explained to him that it was the Force.

"Luke." Ben smiled "why are you refusing to be with Captain Solo?" This was a strange force ghost situation...

"Ben you know why," Luke said "it's not meant to be."

Ben chuckled, "See, that's your insecurities talking." Luke looked down at his metal hand and moved the fingers a bit and looked up. "You know what to do." with that, Ben disappeared.

Luke turned to Han. Han looked back and smiled at him, he smiled back. They locked eyes. Leia smiled, "do you two need a room?" she teased, getting up to get another drink. Luke blushed and coughed, looking to the ground nervously, his metal hand digging through the sand.

"Han..." he said, looking up, Han shuffled closer and cupped the Jedi's face. "I know," he smiled, their lips meeting for a blissful kiss. Luke smiled and wrapped his arms around the scoundrel. There was a balance between Luke's heart now, he could feel it. He felt satisfied. A feeling he hadn't felt in a long, long time.