Challenge Elements, provided by Starlight Pixiedust: Either Han or Leia dream about their future the night of the Ewok's victory celebration. The fires were burning low and there was a whisper of dawn on the horizon before the celebrants began to drift away to ships and cabins. Han had spent half his life in circles who kept hours like these, and it had amused him to watch these new very different colleagues of his celebrate the night away. Of course, he and Leia had celebrated, too, drinking and dancing right along with everyone else. When they'd finally sat down, Leia had fallen asleep at his side, her head resting against his bicep. He'd left her sleep at his side as he'd watched the celebration carry on and begin to die down. Now, he supposed he'd have to wake her and take her back to the Ewok cabins they'd slept in the night before. Unless....Han shifted, and Leia started to wake as the pillow of his arm was removed. "Shh, sweetheart, go back to sleep." She was tired enough not to protest as he lifted her into his arms. They had briefly discussed returning together to the Falcon for the night, but that had been before she'd fallen asleep. A good night's sleep was what they needed right now, Han reasoned, and made his way towards the closer Ewok cabins where they'd slept the night before. ** Leia blinked and stared down at the child in her arms. The tiny girl had the beginnings of her dark hair and Han's bright hazel eyes, glowing green as she gazed up at her mother. She felt Han's fingers close strong around her shoulder as he sunk down next to her on the bed. Her emotion whirled around her. As she looked out the panoramic window across the room, the bustling city it revealed pointed towards other, more burdensome responsibilities. This moment, here with Han and their child, felt so very right, full of peace and love. "I never thought..." Han's voice was warm, full of emotion even as it trailed away. "I know. I didn't either." She pulled their daughter closer as she leaned back into his arms. The pressures of the galaxy outside this room, this moment, were nearly overwhelming. Leia could feel other commitments pulling at her, even as she tried to relax into this moment and Han's arms. Abruptly, the hand on her shoulder tightened painfully, and Han's comfortable arms were replaced by ones Leia had felt trapping her years before. With alarm, she looked down at the baby in her arms, which still looked the same, but now seemed somehow sinister. "Tell me what you know, Princess." "No!" She dropped the baby onto the bed and tried to twist out of Vader's strong hold, clawing at the bed. "No, I won't!" Then there was another voice, warm in her ear. "Shh, sweetheart, wake up. It's all right, wake up." "Wh---what?" Leia gasped, blinking, and pulled away from the warm temptation of his arms. For a second, she was confused to find herself on a large pallet in on e of the Ewok cabins, her limbs tangled with Han's. It was as far as she could imagine being from the sleek, urban room she'd just occupied in her mind. After a moment, he reached out to her. With the smallest of hesitations, she let him pull her back into his arms, resting her head on his chest. "Nightmare?" His breath rumbled under her ear and stirred her hair. He'd seen her have nightmares before, and she had gotten past her initial reluctance to discuss them with him. But this was different; never before had a child of theirs appeared, or had he shifted into something more sinister. In the end, she could only nod against him, unsure of how to explain the matter to him. For a minute, Han didn't press the issue, simply stroked her back and waited. "D'you want to talk about it?" "I do, but..." her voice was small even in her own ears. "I don't know what to say. It was more feelings than anything." "What sort of feelings?" The childishness of the statement struck him, and he had to smile. "It was good to start. I was so happy, sitting down on a comfortable bed in a big room with our daughter. She looked just like both of us. You came up and wrapped your arms around me from behind, and it felt so right. But then I looked around the room, could see a city out the window, and all these other pressures just started crashing in on me. Then the baby, who was so perfect before, just started to seem so...wrong. And your arms weren't yours. They were...were..." She couldn't bring herself to say it. He would understand, she was sure. "It was just a nightmare, Leia. After everything that's happened today, after everything you've told me, it's not surprising." From anyone else, it would've sounded hollow, but she was comforted by his reassurance and easy confidence, even if she couldn't share it. "It's not, really, but what if it's true?" He wrinkled his brow as he tried to follow her sleepy logic. "If what's true? The nightmare won't come true, he's dead." "But the baby..." A trembling breath escaped her lips before she could continue. "He would be a baby's grandfather. What if it turned out to be just as terrible?" She finally looked up and met his eyes, and even in the watery early dawn light, he could see tears threatening. "Oh, sweetheart, no." He crushed her to him, as if he could blot away the thought. "But Han, it could happen!" "Look at you and Luke. Both of you were more directly related to...him...and both of you turned out to be such wonderful people. What makes you think any child of yours would be anything less?" She was stunned, momentarily, by the simplicity of his logic. "That...it does make sense, I guess." He grinned. "Of course it does. But you don't have to worry now. It's been an overwhelming couple of days, and we haven't gotten a lot of rest. Get some sleep, we've got plenty of time ahead of us to discuss who our kids'll grow up to be." The confidence and concern in his tone reassured her as much as his words. A few deep breaths cleared away the remnants of fear as she settled back to sleep in his arms.