Who: Han and Leia What: Reuniting Where: Kungsträdgården, Stockholm, Sweden Warnings: Probably not. They swear in space-talk. It's safe for young ears.
Escaping from the Royal Palace had been a doddle for someone with a lifetime's experience at sneaking out from under the eyes of the people who were supposed to be watching her. There were a few alarms and fences to cause trouble, but nothing Leia couldn't handle. Navigating Stockholm was no more difficult, though she was impressed by the crowds. And surprised; it'd been a long while since she'd been anywhere with such an overwhelmingly humanoid population. Were there no other races on this planet at all?
A few people stared at her as though seeing someone familliar, but all apparently dismissed the resemblance as their imagination. Fortunately. She didn't really want to waste time bluffing and pretending to be someone else, she was in too much of a hurry.
Six months. Six months without a word, and he'd been here, wherever here was. Clearly not his fault, given that she'd been taken as abruptly and with as little warning. Her heart clenched when she thought of how pained Luke must be, back home. She had to find a way back, if it was at all possible. Not just for Luke, but for everyone. There was so much work to be done. Peace needed to be built, it didn't just spring up from the ashes of war like the legendary rebirthing firebirds.
Even so, she couldn't help being happy to set all of it aside for now.
Leia stood on the rim of the Fountain of Molin to give herself a bit more height, and wished she'd picked somewhere without quite so many people. She'd never spot Han at this rate.