WHO: Rey & Han Solo WHEN: November 1st (Backdated) WHERE: Han's Falcon WHAT: Rey goes to check on Han TRIGGERS: Post Zombie Apocalypse Emotions
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As soon as she'd seen the Network, and got the word that those who'd been turned during the past week seemed to be safe and fine, she'd rushed from the Falcon as fast as she could. There'd been no attention to telling anyone else in the Falcon where she was going. She wasn't even sure who was still taking up residence in her home. It didn't matter. What did matter? Affirmation that it was everyone. She'd seen Margo on the Network. That was affirmation on that front.
She'd yet to see Han.
Poe's truck was going to need some serious TLC after the past week but it thankfully still ran and it was easier to drive through the town when there weren't hordes of zombies in the path. She hadn't even stopped to see if Chewie had already beat her to returning to this Falcon. Parking quickly, she rushed for the dock, and seeing it down she ran upwards. Coming to a halt just inside the entrance, she glanced each way. She could call out to him in the Force. That would be quick and immediate affirmation. But she wanted to confirm with her other senses.
"Han?"
Han had awoken in his bed like nothing had happened, with only a vague memory of the undead and the face of his son. Nothing of becoming one of the dead or what came after. One look at his phone told him he had lost several days. He could put two and two together, and it hadn’t been no sleeping curse. He thought of Leia and how she had been there when he woke up the last time, then shook his head as if the action would banish her from his mind. No sense in going there. They'd barely even begun anyway.
He dressed and went out to circle the Falcon, see if it had sustained any external damage from the zombie hoards. She seemed about as put together as she always was, and so he headed back inside, intending to take her up and have a quick look at how the town fared. He was in the cockpit about to make flight preparations when he heard his name echoing off the corridors. He hesitated before rising from the flight seat and heading toward the voice. "In the flesh," he answered as he rounded the corner to find Rey standing there.
She could feel a presence inside the Falcon without having to reach out into the Force to see who. Someone was there and she doubted it was an invader. But her hopes weren't allowed to be brought up from this knowledge alone. The sound of his voice made her shoulders relax. He was here. He was alive. And he was, presumably, as fine as it was possible to be.
She ran for the voice and seeing him turn the corner only propelled her faster. Soon enough, there was no space left and she'd thrown her arms around him. Her grip was tight in that moment. She kept her face down. She didn't want her expressions to betray her of how relieved she was or how she'd been worrying that she'd lost him again.
The hug caught him off guard, and for a moment, he just stood there with his arms awkwardly to his side. But the tightness of the hug brought a tiny smile to one side of his lips, and he reached up to reciprocate. “Good to see you too, kid.” Despite it being two years since he had unwittingly become a Rebel, it was still a strange sensation to be a man someone was actually concerned about. It had just been him and Chewie for so long in front of a revolving door of fellow scoundrels and thieves. He wasn’t sure he liked it.
After a moment, he pulled away from the embrace. “I miss anything good?”
She kept her eyes shut in defiance of herself. She didn't want to shed anymore tears for Han. Not when he was here, once again, breathing and warm to the touch. He was very much alive. But it had been a shove back to years ago when she'd only just gained him in her life, for such a small amount of time, to have him cut down before she'd truly got to know him.
And it had terrified her to think he might be gone again. After all, there'd been plenty who had died during attacks over the years. Plenty who never came back. Who was she to think it'd be different this time? Just because Han and Margo were caught up in it?
When he pulled away from the embrace, she opened her eyes. Though glistening, tears hadn't fallen and she forced the smallest smile. "We alternated between manning the controls and the guns. We took down a lot of them." It wasn't good but it was what it had been. "Town’s wrecked."
“So what you’re saying is, I missed all the fun.” Han didn’t hide his disappointment. “Figures. Things finally liven up around here, and I’m outta the action.” He took a step back, crossed his arms, and leaned up against the corridor wall. “Who’s we?” He hadn’t seen Chewie yet this morning, but figured his friend had fared better than he had.
There was a slight huff at that. Leave it to Han to be disappointed about missing the action during a stressful time. "I'd rather have you been with us," she agreed, because it was the truth. Even if they were back, by some grace of the Portal, she'd rather have they been by each others sides instead. "Chewie and Finn. Senator Amidala and Ahsoka on occasion." She drew in a breath before nudging her head towards the cockpit. "Speaking of Chewie, want to go pick him up? He's bound to be in town somewhere."