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New Beginning

Summary: Anna can't sleep the night after the events of Frozen and finds comfort in Kristoff.

Anna stared up at the awning above her bed, the bland white on the bottom not showing the intricate designs of the rest of it. How was she supposed to go back to normal after the last couple of days? A week ago, she was lonely Anna, living in a huge castle in absolute silence, but now? Now she had experienced heartbreak, she had gone on an adventure to save her sister and succeeded. She had Elsa back in her life, and she had Kristoff, whatever happened with that. Her life had gone from 0 to 100 in no time. How was she supposed to go back to 0?

She blew at a strand of hair falling in her face, before throwing the covers away and sitting up. She ran her hands over her face and made herself count to 10, trying to ground herself in something. One, two, three... The room was still quiet when she hit 10 though, and it was threatening to suffocate her. She couldn’t be alone anymore. She got out of bed and slipped her feet into slippers and made her way out of her room. She had immediately gone to Elsa’s room out of habit, her fist already raised to knock, but they had just reconnected, she didn’t want to wake her up in the middle of the night on day one.

Next, she walked down the hall to the room at the end where they had put Kristoff for the night. They didn’t know what came next, but they knew he deserved a night in a real bed before decisions were made tomorrow. She stood outside the door for a long moment, trying to talk herself out of knocking. He had only been nice because that was how he was. He would help anybody, she wasn’t special. But. He had come back. He had tried to save her, and he could only hope to save her with love. Did he really love her? Was she ready for that? What even was love?

Finally, she got up the courage to knock, saying his name quietly to the door. She knocked three times and waited for him to answer. After a couple of minutes, she sat down, leaning against the wall by his door, burying her head in her knees. The logical part of her knew he was probably just too asleep to hear her knock, but the anxiety-ridden part of her couldn’t help but think that maybe he had left, not caring about saying goodbye. Maybe he had heard but didn’t want to talk to her, those seemed much more likely.

She sat there for a while, head buried in her knees, her thoughts going back and forth between him just being asleep and him hating her. Did she care if he hated her? She tried to say she didn’t care, but her being there proved that it wasn’t true. “Princess Anna? You okay?” she heard Gerda’s voice. She looked up to see her standing in the hallway in front of Anna.

“No, I came to talk to Kristoff, but he won’t answer,” Anna said, hating the feeling of needing him.

“Oh dear, I saw him leave the castle a couple of hours ago. He was muttering something about the stables,” Gerda said.

“Oh!” Anna said perking up immediately. “Thank you, Gerda. I will go look for him there!” She gave Gerda a quick hug before getting up and making her way out of the castle, relief flooding through her. When the door to the outside flew open, she felt a rush of cool air through her nightgown, but she did her best to ignore it, making a beeline for the stables.

Once there she found what had to be the most adorable sight ever. Sven was fast asleep in his stall, while Kristoff was asleep on a pile of hay outside of his stall, snoring slightly, with his arm throw over his face. She walked further into the stables, the door slamming shut behind her. Kristoff startled awake, sitting straight up, and squinting at her through bleary eyes. “Anna?”

“Yeah, I-I couldn’t sleep,” She said, focusing on her feet instead of him.

“Come here,” He said motioning for her to join him, she wasn’t sure he would have been so willing if he had been more awake, but she didn’t question it and joined him on the pile of hay. He put an arm around her and she quickly snuggled into him, surprised about how right it felt in his arms. “I couldn’t sleep either. The bed was too comfy.”

She couldn’t help but shake her head at that, of course, the luxurious bed was too nice for him. “You’re ridiculous,” she mumbled into his chest, him simply shrugging. He stayed silent, and she appreciated that he wasn’t bugging her to tell him what was wrong, and it made her want to tell him more. He rested his face on her head. “I don’t know how I am so supposed to go back to normal, to everyday life.”

Kristoff nodded, and she knew he had heard her but was either debating on what to say or waiting for her to signal it was his turn, she wasn’t sure. “My life had been so boring until the coronation, and then everything happened at once, and everything is turned upside down, and I don’t know how to deal with these changes.”

“I am not sure what happens next either. All I know is that our lives definitely won’t be the same, and we will figure it out,” Kristoff said, running a hand over one of her braids.

“Together?” Anna asked, looking up at him.

“If that’s what you want,” Kristoff said, a sincerity in his eyes that made her heart skip a beat.

“Can I stay here with you tonight?” She asked him.

“Of course” Kristoff told her, and within a few minutes of silence, and her snuggling into his arms her snores filled the stables, his joining in shortly after.

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Little Chicago Boy

Summary: Mitch may take a little too much after his father, but Jess still loves her little boy.

Jess sat on the couch, staring at the messy living room in front of her. Toys strewn everywhere, laundry strewn everywhere, even a few craft items that she only had herself to blame. Once upon a time, the mess would have bothered her. She wasn’t Schmidt, but she still liked a clean house, but since they had added a little one to their family, she had a hard time caring about whether their house was clean.

“Ma!” Jess heard from behind the couch. She whipped around to see her son standing there. His hair was a disheveled mess, as always, his Trubisky jersey covered in miscellaneous stains. He looked and now sounded more like a little Chicago boy than the boy who had thus far grown up in Southern California. 

“Are you talking to me?" She asked him an eyebrow raised. 

He looked at her long and hard, the wheels visibly turning in his head before he finally responded. “Mama?” He said this time with the cutest stinking smile, and an innocent look that rivaled her own. 

“That sounds more like my little man," She said, motioning for him to join her on the couch. He came around and she scooped him up in her arms, and blew a small raspberry on his belly, the sounds of his giggles giving her life. 

“Maaammmma! Stop it," he hollered, giggling uncontrollably, waving his arms wildly. 

She conceded and stopped messing with him, but keeping him in her arms. “Now why did you say ‘Ma’ like that?” 

“I heard daddy say it to gram-gram, and I thought he sounded super cool,” he told her, resting his head on her shoulder.

“I figured this was his fault somehow,” she said, resting her head on his. “What else has daddy taught you?” 

“Daddy told me to call people I don’t like jaaagovs," he said so innocently she almost couldn’t be mad, almost.

“Oh, did he now," Jess asked raising her head to look at her son better. 

“Don’t get daddy in trouble, he didn’t mean it,” Mitch said, always sticking up for Nick. It was adorably the exact same way Nick defend him when he thought Jess was being too harsh, or if he was actually too blame for what Mitch was getting in trouble for. Which happened way more than it really should.

“Oh I’m getting him in trouble, but I won’t tell him you told," She told mitch with a wink.

“I guess that’s fine. Just don’t snitch. Snitches get stitches,” he told her, deadly serious. 

Jess simply rolled her eyes and kissed the top of his head. “Love you, Miller," she said. While adding a mini Nick Miller to their family was the biggest headache some days, she wouldn’t change a thing. 

“Aren’t you a Miller too mama?" Mitch asked her, and she couldn’t help but laugh. 

“I guess I am, sweetheart.” 

“Well, I love you too Miller,” he said, bending up to kiss her cheek.

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Follow The Leader

Summary: Prompt:  “I’m not saying we should follow the dog but we are already lost, anyway. He’d probably lead us to water.”

The group had been wandering the forest for hours, with no rhyme or reason to where they were going. Felicity had kept trying to convince them they weren’t lost, coming up with a good reason for every decision she made, but honestly, she was just going with the flow and it was not working. She stopped at an intersection for a moment, pondering which of the paths would take them out of this hellhole. She didn’t even care where it took them as long as it got them out of the forest. 

“We are doomed," Alistair said, dramatically plopping down on a nearby log, Wynne taking his lead and sitting down against a tree. 

“We aren’t doomed," Felicity said, hoping that she sounded more encouraging than she thought she did. 

“We have been wandering around all day,” Leliana pointed out.

“I would like to not sleeping in these woods another night,” Morrigan said, joining in on the complaining. 

“I thought the woods were your home,” Alistair snapped at her. 

“Oh hush you two," Zevran told them, even his chipper personality starting to deteriorate.

The group sat in awkward silence for a while, all of them over the woods, and over each other. Cocoa whined at Felicity who was studying the paths in front of her still. “What is it girl?" She asked, and she just kept whining facing the path to the north. 

“Please don’t do what I think you are about to do," Alistair said. 

“I’m not saying we should follow the dog, but we are already lost. She probably would at least lead us to water," Felicity said shrugging. 

“We are not following that mongrel,” Morrigan complained, Cocoa whining in response.

“It’s not the worst reasoning she has had today," Leliana pointed out.

“My favorite was, ‘those birds seem happy over there, maybe we should follow them,’" Zevran said.

“Hush, we are following Cocoa," Felicity standing up straight, motioning for Cocoa to lead the way.

They followed Cocoa for what felt like forever, but after a few hours they did actually start to find their way out of the forest, and there was even a town in sight. “We should follow Cocoa more often," Felicity said pleasantly, ignored the eye rolls and ground of her companions.

ers. 

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Happiness?

Summary:  Inquisitor Sienna Trevelyan has a hard time coming to terms with the emotions swirling inside of her.

Prompt Fic: Person A: What? What is this feeling I’m having? It’s as if all my problems have magically disappeared and I am content and cheerful. Person B: Happiness, it’s called happiness. Person A: Happiness? Are you sure? I thought that was just a myth.

Sienna found herself wandering the halls of Skyhold, though it was the middle of the night, the halls were still abuzz with activity. She passed guards, nobles and other members of her team, all of whom were up late gossiping, working, or avoiding their own nightmares. She wasn’t quite sure where she fell on the spectrum, but she knew that sleep wasn’t happening.

She made her way through the main hall; the voices blurring around her; she made her way past Solas, who had his head so buried in a book he didn’t notice her, and went up the stairs to find Dorian. She found him exactly where she thought she would, sat neatly in his big comfy chair, a book propped open on his lap and a look of disgust on his face. “Nothing interesting?” Sienna asked, leaning against the wall.

“Never,” He responded, setting the book aside and motioning for her to join him in the small space.

She took a seat in front of him, crossing her legs. “I will try to find more interesting stuff for you while I am out.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“I will hold you to that dear,” he said, brushing her long curls out with his fingers. “How do you deal with all of this unruly hair?”

“I usually keep it up,” she said, shaking her head so all of her curls shook around her.

“I can see why,” he said, continuing to play with her hair. Once, he had run his fingers through most of her hair, she felt him start to pull strands back into a braid. “So what brings you to my part of the woods this late night?”

“I couldn’t sleep, and I knew you’d be up,” she said, fidgeting with the bracelet she had on her wrist.

“I would think you would enjoy the comfort of a bed after your many weeks of sleeping on the ground,” Dorian said. “There must be something bothering you.”

“Nothing is bothering me per se. I feel weird being back at Skyhold, it feels too safe like everything is going to be okay. I don’t like it,” she said.

“I see,” Dorian said. “You are having one of those oh so rare feelings.”

“What? What is this feeling I am having?” she asked, turning around to face him.

“What does it feel like?”

“I feel... I feel as if all of my problems have magically disappeared, or at least diminished. I am content, cheerful even,” Siena said, concern filling her voice. She was used to being on edge, not trusting anybody around her, but this she didn’t know how to handle. “What is it?”

“I think it’s happiness. Yes, that's what it's called, happiness,” he said, a huge grin spreading across his face.

Sienna considered the words for a moment. Was that really what was happening? Happiness? “Are you sure? I thought happiness was a myth?”

“It doesn’t happen as often as it should, but when you are surrounded by friends and people who care about you, it’s hard not to be happy. It can be scary, but it’s usually a good thing. Plus, crushing as hard on somebody as you are, tends to make people giddy and happy,” he said with a wink.

Sienna sat there for a moment digesting everything he had said. She was used to carrying the burdens of the world on her own, and she didn’t know how she felt about this whole letting people help her thing, but it was something to think on. It was his last words though, that took a moment to sink in, “I am telling you now, I absolutely do not have a crush on Cullen.”

“I don’t think I ever said who I was talking about?” he said.

“I...uh...I-I...That’s not fair!” Sienna said, feeling her cheeks heat. She absolutely, one hundred percent did not have a crush on Cullen. He was just a friend, and her commander, nothing more.

“You are so cute when you are flustered,” he said, pushing her nose like a button. He flung himself back in his chair, investigating his nails. “I don’t know what you are still doing here. Go find your commander.”

“It’s the middle of the night, Dorian. He is most likely asleep,” she said, trying to ignore the increased pitch of her voice.

“The commander never sleeps,” Dorian said. “Now I, on the other hand, need my beauty sleep. So you better scurry away whether or not it be to your commander.” He waved his hands towards the exit. She tried to give him a dirty look, but got up anyway, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading off. “Just don’t have too much fun without me!” he hollered after her.

She continued her trek through Skyhold, Dorian’s words echoing in her ears. Happy? Crush? What did it all mean? She needed to focus on the war, on the rift in the sky, not happiness or crushes. She made her way outside, and on to the battlements, enjoying the view of the mountains on one side, and the fort they had managed to put together on the other. There were guards stationed about, mostly chatting or playing cards, but she knew that if anything were to happen, they would be ready in a moments notice, and she didn’t feel like crushing morale by yelling at them.

She slowly made her way around, nodding at the passerbys, and turning down an offer for drinks as she passed an unruly group outside of the tavern. She turned the final corner before Cullen’s office, debating on whether or not she was going to bug him, when she saw him leaning against the wall, staring out towards the mountains. His hair was extra unruly, sticking up in every which direction, he had cloth pants on and a loose tunic, at least it looked like he had tried to sleep. “Cullen,” she called, as she got closer to him.

He stiffened at his name being called, and was pushing away from the wall and standing at attention in a matter of seconds, doing everything short of saluting to show his respect, “Inquisitor!”

“At ease commander,” she said. “I was just walking around. Couldn’t sleep.”

“Me neither,” he said, relaxing. He went back to his spot on the wall, and she joined him, there shoulders just barely touching.

“It may sound silly, but I am so used to sleeping out there that sleeping in my room with the cushy bed is difficult,” she told him.

“I understand. I spend more days sleeping at my desk than my actual bed,” he said.

“Nightmares?” she asked, looking over at him. He didn’t meet her eyes, staring out in front of him instead, but the exhaustion was clear on his face.

“Nightmares,” he agreed. “If I wait until exhaustion takes over me, instead of falling asleep on my own terms, they aren’t as bad. It’s not healthy, but I don’t sleep either way.”

“I would tell you, you should sleep more, but that would make me a hypocrite,” she said. He looked over at her, finally meeting her eyes. “But we can keep each other company when we can’t sleep.”

“Sounds good to me,” he said, an actual smile coming to his face. She knew she shouldn’t be sitting here in the middle of the night flirting with her commander, but his smile warmed her to her core, and she knew right then that she would do anything to make him smile like that.

She rested her head on his shoulder, and shifted her hand slightly closer to him, pleased when he took it upon himself to intertwine them. They stood there like that, making idle conversations until the first signs of the morning started to peek up from the horizon. She felt comfortable, and content just standing there with him. Was Dorian right? Was this what happiness was?

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When the Brightest Star Fades

Supernova Pt. 3

Summary:  Order 66 happens, but Anakin doesn’t turn. He now has to figure out how to escape without losing everything.

Waiting was not Anakin Skywalker’s specialty. Once they had regrouped on the Tantive 4, he had begrudgingly agreed that for her safety, Padme should have no contact with any Jedi. Bail had gone to Padme’s apartment after the Senate hearing, and they had made a plan for Captain Typho to escort her to them as soon as night fell, and while Anakin trusted Typho completely, he still wished it had been him.  

Now, he was forced to sit and do nothing while visions of Padme‘s death swam in his head. How could he save her if he wasn’t by her side? “She is going to be okay. You know that right?" Anakin looked up to see Obi-Wan leaning against the doorway to the small conference room.

“I don’t know that," he said darkly, looking down at his hands. If he told Obi-Wan about his dreams, he would be telling him about his relationship with Padme. He didn’t like the thought of him knowing, but it wasn’t like the Jedi Order could disown him now. “I have been having nightmares, like the ones I had about my mother.” He did not look up, he could not face the disappointing look on Obi-Wan‘s face.

“What are the dreams about?" Obi-Wan asked. Anakin was caught off guard by the question, he expected him to say he was ridiculous, that his fears were unwarranted, or something along those lines, but when Anakin looked up at him, he seemed genuinely concerned.

“Padme, dying in childbirth," Anakin said, looking back down, shifting uncomfortably. Saying the words did not help his paranoia.

Obi-Wan didn’t say anything at first but took a seat beside him at the table. He moved his hand as if he was about to pat Anakin’s back or perform some other act of comfort, but he put it back on the table, interlinking with his other, “Anakin, are you the father?”

There it was. The question he had been dreading since the moment Padme had told him. He was genuinely excited about the baby, for a little being who was half him and half Padme. He was excited to start on this new journey with Padme, to settle down once the war had concluded, though he had no idea what would happen now. Anakin took a deep breath, and then chickened out and simply nodded.

“There is always the possibility that the dream is just a dream, nothing more," Obi-Wan told him, moving on from the father question, giving him instead, the words everybody seemed to need to tell him. He knew the truth, the false sentiments didn’t help anything.

“It‘s not just a dream,” Anakin said evenly. He would not allow himself to show these emotions in front of his master. Thankfully Obi-Wan did not argue. He had learned through the years that arguing with Anakin once his mind was made was useless, and had only gotten worst once Ahsoka had joined their group.

“Well, I hope you are wrong," Obi-Wan told him. “Also, I wanted to let you know we got a short transmission from Typho saying they are on their way to the rendezvous. We are on route now.”

“Okay," Anakin nodded. “Have we gotten word from anybody else?" He tried his best to make the question broad. He cared about all of his brothers and sisters in the Order, but it wasn’t hard to guess who he meant.

“We haven‘t heard from her. The only good news is that Rex removed his chip. She wouldn’t have been alone," Obi-Wan said, filling Anakin with relief. He didn’t know if he could handle anything happening to Ahsoka, but especially not at Rex’s hands.

The pair sat in awkward silence. So much had happened over the last few weeks, events that had put distance between them. Anakin wanted to tell him everything, about Palpatine being able to save Padme, about how close he had been to falling. He wanted to tell him how nervous he was about being a father, and how he wanted Obi-Wan to be around to see her grow up, but the words didn’t leave his lips. Instead, he opened up in the force and felt Obi-Wan do the same. It didn’t portray everything, but he could feel the anxiety, the fear rolling off of Obi-Wan, emotions he wasn’t used to Obi-Wan having. He could feel the genuine relief for his own safety, and the lack of judgment about Padme. After a few quiet moments, Obi-Wan put a comforting hand on Anakin‘s shoulder.

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They sat like that for a while, just enjoying the other’s presence without having to say all of the pesky words, until Bail knocked lightly on the open door frame, “Sorry for the interruption, but Captain Typho has landed," Bail told them. Anakin was on his feet and blowing past Bail before Obi-Wan had even stood, though Bail and Obi-Wan were not far behind him. His feet touched the surface of the asteroid in time to see Typho walking down the ramp of Padme‘s ship, cradling Padme in his arms.

“What happened?" Anakin demanded, taking his wife into his own arms. He heard Bail say something about a medical center and followed him past the ship.

“We were almost free, but they restricted all access on and off-world. We were met at the hangar by a group of clones, all accusing Padme of sedition, weapons raised. We fought our way to the ship and had almost made it when a shot caught her in the chest. The medical droid on board get her as patched up as possible, but the ship didn’t have the resources to take care of this.

Anakin tried to process everything Typho said, the group still rushing to the medical center, but all he could hear was Padme’s cries, and Palpatine telling him that Plagueis knew how to save people from death over and over and over again. “Ani.” He looked down at Padme and met her chocolate eyes. Her eyebrows knitted in confusion and she seemed to be struggling to focus. “What’s going on?"

“You‘re hurt. We are getting help,” he told her, trying to stay calm, radiating calm and peace in the force as best he could. They made it to the small medical facility, her fading out of consciousness before he could say much else. She was taken away, changed and laid out on a table, a medical droid moving around her, scanning and running tests.

After a moment, the droid left its station with Padme to come talk to them, Anakin, Bail Obi-Wan and Yoda all standing outside the room. “Her body is not handling the stress well. The blaster bolt punctured one of her lungs, which usually isn’t fatal, but with the lack of immediate care, and the stress causing her to go into labor, I don’t know that she could handle everything that will need to be done,” the droid informed them. Anakin let the words sink in. His dream was coming true right there and then. This was not how he had imagined it happening, but it was happening nonetheless.

“Is there nothing that can be done to postpone labor?” Obi-Wan asked from beside Anakin.

“No I am afraid we need to operate quickly if we are to save the babies," the droid said.

“Babies?” Anakin sputtered. Those words alone striking through all of his other issues. Babies. Plural. As if bringing one baby into this hell hole wasn’t enough.

“She is carrying twins," the droid answered.

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AJ’s Weekend While Mommy was in the Slammer

Summary: Lana comes home to a mess after Archer and AJ have a fun weekend while she is in jail.

Lana made her way up the stairs towards her apartment. Archer hadn’t fucking bothered to pick her up from jail, and instead, she was being dropped off by a taxi. She took her time going up the stairs, dreading the moment she had to walk into her apartment. She was positive that Archer and AJ had made a huge mess. She got to her door and went to unlock it to discover that the greatest spy ever couldn‘t even lock a damn door. She took a deep, calming breath and went inside.

Once inside, she was assaulted by ‘Danger Zone' playing through the apartment. She turned the corner from the entryway into the living room and found pretty much exactly what she had expected. Toys were strewn around the living room, the couch cushions were upturned and stacked up like a barricade, pillows, and blankets on top and around it, a fort, they had made a fort, and the DVD menu of Top Gun was on the TV, the first minute of ‘Danger Zone’ playing on repeat. “This will take forever to clean up. And who will have to clean it up? Me. It‘s always me," she muttered to herself as she made her way further into the living room, past the fort. She tried really hard to stay angry once she saw the other side, but she could feel it fading, California was making her soft. On the other side of the barricade, Archer and AJ were both fast asleep. Archer stretched out on his side, an arm pillowing his head and the other thrown across AJ, who was laying the exact same way, except that her arm was thrown across her teddy bear. Beside them was an empty pizza box, candy wrappers and an empty bottle of booze, dammit Archer.

She took a picture of the scene in front of her before deciding to deal with them after she got cleaned up. She made her way past them towards her bedroom. Inside she found a small photo album carefully placed at the foot of her bed. The words “AJ‘s Weekend While Mommy was in the Slammer" in bright yellow at the top of the purple album. Groaning, she sat down on her bed and flipped through the book. The first group of pictures were all from the office, he must have taken her to work, there was a picture of her on a blanket in his office, surrounded by toys. There were pictures of her and the other members of the group, and some pictures of the two of them making funny faces at each other. The rest of the pictures were more varied: aquarium, zoo, ice cream, AJ’s first time watching Top Gun, and a bunch of other random pictures taken in the apartment. Archer was drinking in half of the pictures, and the pair were doing reckless things in more, but AJ was happy and safe and sound, so Lana guessed she couldn‘t object too much. She had been the one in jail though it was Archer’s fault.

After getting herself cleaned up and changed, she made her way back into living room and found that her boyfriend and daughter were still fast asleep. She found the remote, turn the TV off, and waited. It took about 45 seconds without the song before both Archer and AJ were stirring and waking up. Archer sat up first, rubbing his eyes and looking around the room, but AJ doing mostly the same thing spotted Lana first. “Mommy!" AJ cheered, running to greet her mother.

“Hey baby," Lana said pulling her daughter into a hug. “I missed you!”

“Me and Daddy fun!" AJ told her, pointing towards Archer. She didn’t seem to have missed Lana much, a fact that made her a little sad.

“Yeah, Daddy‘s fun," Archer said through a yawn, stretching his arms.

“Well, daddy forgot to pick up mommy," Lana said sweetly to AJ, but the bitterness was definitely there.

“Goddamnit,” Archer cursed. “AJ! You were supposed to remind me!”

“Don’t get Mommy!" AJ said cheerfully, earning Archer a glare from Lana.

“Don’t forget Mommy, don‘t forget,” Archer corrected, trying to give Lana a sheepish grin.

“Don’t get Mommy!” AJ cheered again.

“Either way, you shouldn’t have left that up to the two-year-old," Lana scolded him

“Not Daddy fault," AJ said defiantly, crossing her arms.

“I see Daddy taught you all sorts of fun things this weekend huh?" Lana asked, not looking at her daughter, instead of shooting daggers at Archer with her eyes.

“Danger Zone!" AJ sang dramatically, causing Archer to break into a fit of laughter. He was literally rolling on the ground laughing. “Danger Zone! Danger Zone!” She cheered again.

“Oh god. What did I get myself into?" Lana asked herself, watching as Archer had started dramatically singing the whole song, AJ doing her best to sing along.

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When the Brightest Star Fades

Supernova Pt. 2 

Summary:  Order 66 happens, but Anakin doesn’t turn. He now has to figure out how to escape without losing everything.

Anakin stared out the Tantive 4‘s viewport, Artoo beside him. The Senator and Yoda had gone to meet Obi-Wan, and even though he knew he needed to be part of the conversation, he couldn’t find it in himself to move. Instead, he stared out at the stars, the only constant in a crazy galaxy. They were always there to brighten up the endless void of space.

A familiar voice floated in from the hall, and Artoo beeped at him to get up. He made his way to the door, and it slid open before he got to it, Obi-Wan standing in the doorway, looking tired and disheveled. “Anakin! I am so glad you are safe,” Obi-Wan exclaimed when he saw Anakin.

“You as well Master,” Anakin said returning the sentiment.

“We were just coming to retrieve you, we need to discuss our next steps,” Senator Organa told him from behind Obi-Wan, always straight to business.

“Do we know if any other Jedi have survived?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Heard from no one but we,” Yoda answered.

“I saw thousands of troops attack the Jedi temple. That’s why we went looking for Master Yoda,” Bail said nodding at Anakin when he said we.

“Have we had contact from the Jedi Temple?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Received encoded retreat message, we have,” Yoda answered.

“It requests all Jedi to return to the temple. It says the war is over,” Anakin said bitterly, folding his arms in front of his chest.

“Well, we must go back. They‘ll kill anybody who falls for the trap,” Obi-Wan said. 

“Suggest dismantling the decoded signal do you?” Yoda asked.

“Yes master, there is too much at stake,” Obi-Wan answered.

“We will leave first thing in the morning then. We all need some rest,” Bail said.

“In the morning then,” Obi-Wan responded. 

X

Once morning came, the four men got in the small shuttle attached to the Tantive and made their journey back to Coruscant. While rest had been the plan, none of them looked any better than they had the night before, and Anakin knew for a fact that he had gotten no sleep, and doubted anyone else had either.

“We are receiving a message from the Chancellor‘s Office, sir," The pilot of the shuttle said as they entered Coruscant‘s atmosphere.

“Let it through," Bail answered.

The pilot hit a few buttons and Mas Amedda‘s face appeared on the small screen in front of Bail, “Senator Organa, the Supreme Chancellor requests your presence at a special session of Congress.”

“I will be there,” Bail acknowledged.

“He’ll be expecting you,” he said, and the transmission shut off.

“Could be a trap," Bail offered the group.

“I don‘t think so. The Chancellor won‘t be able to control the thousands of star systems without keeping the Senate intact," Obi-Wan answered.

“If a special session of Congress there is, easier for us to enter the Jedi Temple it will be,” Yoda said.

X

The three Jedi made quick work of the clones guarding the Temple. There had been plenty, and they had to hope that the session of Congress would stall the reinforcements long enough for them to get everything done. They made their way up the stairs to the Temple, and Anakin could feel the darkness coming off the Temple in waves, and when they stepped through the door they were assaulted by the remnants of the day before. The darkness hit them like a wall, the smell of the death was papable, and bodies thrown everywhere, haphazardly. All light snuffed out. PAINFEARANGER. Anakin closed his eyes and willed the darkness away, but the light couldn‘t get through. He pressed on.

Obi-Wan bent down to investigate one of the bodies, but Anakin couldn’t focus on anything but the darkness inside him.  How close had Palpatine been too convincing him that he was on the wrong side? How close had he been to the destroyer instead of the savior? Not that he was doing a great job of the latter. “Not even the younglings survived,” Obi-Wan said solemnly, bring Anakin back to reality. “Who could have done this?” Obi-Wan asked. “Clones,” Anakin answered solemnly. He was thankful that Fives had warned them about the control chips, he could barely handle the thought of the clones being forced to commit these atrocities, but the thought of them wanting to do it hurt much more. “We can‘t deal with that right now though. We need to get working before reinforcements arrive.” Obi-Wan gave a stiff nod before starting to work on the recall code, while Anakin plunged himself back into the force, looking for survivors. He swore he could feel the tiniest speckle of light in the darkness. “Someone here, there is,” Yoda said thoughtfully. “I feel it too. We should go look for them,” Anakin agreed. The pair made their way through the temple. It wasn’t a particularly long walk, but making the trip through the darkness, and the horrors next to Master Yoda was more awkward than it should have been. He was thankful that Master Yoda survived, the remaining Jedi would need him, but Anakin wasn’t ready to face his own sins yet. “Pleased that you survived, I am,” Yoda told him, the sincerity surprising Anakin. “I am glad you survived as well, Master Yoda,” Anakin told him, stepping over body after body just to get through the hall. He noticed that they were getting closer and closer to the Vaults as they kept walking. Whoever it was must have been hiding in there. When they finally made it to the vaults, Yoda started to tap away on one of the computer terminals. Anakin tried to feel for who was out there, but he couldn’t get much of a reading, and before he could sense anything, Yoda was placing his palm on the screen, and the door slid open, revealing Shaak-Ti. She was standing in a defensive pose, lightsaber ready, while four younglings sat curled up in the corner. “Master Yoda? Skywalker?” she asked surprised, letting her pose fall. She transformed from a total badass ready to take on the world, to a scared and disheveled victim. “Come on, we need to get you out of here, all of you,” Anakin said motioning for her to follow them. The four younglings all looked up at her for guidance, she gave them a quick nod and she and younglings joined Anakin and Yoda on their way back to Obi-Wan.

“I have recalibrated the code, warning all Jedi to stay away,” Obi-Wan informed them once they returned.

“For the clones to discover the recalibration, a long time it will take," Yoda responded.

“If ever," Anakin said. “We need to get going though, reinforcements could arrive at any time, and now we have four children with us,” he motioned to the four children, the older two were standing tall, trying to be brave, while the youngest two clung to Shaak-Ti‘s robes.

The group made their way out of the Temple, no clones in sight. They rounded the corner making their way toward their transport. Anakin pulled Obi-Wan aside, letting everybody go ahead. Obi-Wan gave him a questioning look, but Anakin started talking before giving him the chance to argue, “I need you and the other to go ahead. I need to go back for Padme,” he said. 

“Anakin, no,” Obi-Wan protested. “We need to stick together. Plus, Padme is better off not being seen with any of us."

“Leaving her here is not an option,” Anakin growled. Obi-Wan studied Anakin for a moment, Anakin knew realistically that Obi-Wan probably had an idea about his relationship with Padme, but he still wasn’t thrilled about the idea of having to be upfront with him about it. 

“Anakin, the survival of the Jedi has to be our priority. I know Padme is important to you, but she will be fine on Coruscant, nobody has any reason to harm her.”

“Padme is my priority, and there are plenty of reasons for people to want to harm her," Anakin said darkly.

“Anakin, you can’t go running to her apartment half-cocked. We need to regroup and think through a plan, and make sure we keep her as safe as possible," Obi-Wan told him.

“I don‘t know…” Anakin said, unsure. Actually making a plan was not his usual way of doing things, but maybe he needed to actually think this through instead of running in there lightsaber blazing.

“Come on, we will discuss it once we get to safety," Obi-Wan said, not letting him respond and turning towards the transport, allowing Anakin to either follow him or leave. Anakin followed.

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When The Brightest Star Fades

Supernova Pt. 1

Summary:  Order 66 happens, but Anakin doesn't turn. He now has to figure out how to escape without losing everything.

PainFearAnger. The words rang through his head. His head was pounding from the dark emotions raging through him, along with the sound of screams and blaster bolts. He had tried to save everybody; he had tried to be the savior of mankind, or at least the Jedi, but it turned out that he was not the hero. The Jedi had fallen at an impossible rate, him in the middle, able to do nothing. Younglings had cried out to him, Knights and Master’s alike were strewn across the floor.

Now, he was racing through the Coruscant skyline in Senator Organa’s speeder. He had to get to the one thing that broke through the darkness. He had to get to Padme. “Where are we going, Master Skywalker?" a voice came from the backseat, he turned around to see the two younglings they had managed to rescue huddled together and shaking.

“Senator Organa is dropping me off, and then he is going to take you two to safety," Anakin told them.

“What about everybody else?” The girl asked Kattooni he believed her name was.

“Honestly? I don’t know. I don’t know," Anakin said, darkness flooding back into him. He turned back around, starring off into traffic. He could barely comprehend everything himself, he definitely wasn’t ready to explain it to children.

They finally made it to Padme’s apartment, and Anakin was out of the speeder before it even touched the ground. Bail leaving almost as fast. Padme ran out to meet him, “Ani!” she called. He swept her into his arms and kissed her, hard, allowing himself to hold on to her for a precious moment before he pulled away, keeping her at an arm‘s length. “Are you all right? I heard there was an attack on the Jedi Temple. You can see the smoke from here," she asked, her voice full of concern and confusion.

“I’m fine. I‘m fine. I came to make sure you and the baby are safe,” Anakin told her, prepping himself for the moment he had to explain everything to her.

“Ani, what’s happening?" she asked.

Anakin found a spot on the wall behind her to focus on, took a deep breath, and then started talking, “Palpatine is the Sith Lord we have been looking for,” he started, he heard her gasp, but he kept going, “A few members of the Council went to arrest him, and he killed them all. He sent clones to the Temple to finish the job. They slaughtered everybody,” Anakin told her, still not looking at her. He placed a hand on her swollen belly, relieved at the small kick he received. “I wouldn’t have gotten away if it wasn’t for Senator Organa.”

Padme’s face scrunched up in confusion/thought for a moment as she processed the information. She forced him to meet her gaze, “Oh Anakin, what are we going to do?”

“We have to get off world. Now. Senator Organa said he would wait for us at his hangar,” Anakin told her.

“Anakin…” She started hesitantly. She looked down at his hand on her belly and placed hers on his. “I can’t leave Ani."

“Padme…no…” he said pulling away to pace the landing, visions of her death swimming behind his eyes.

“I can’t do any good if I run away. I have to stay…at least for now. I can meet up with you in a couple days to figure out our next steps," Padme told him.

“You are putting not only your own life in risk but the babies as well. We have to go. We are going," Anakin told her.

“If I leave with you I will be a deemed a traitor. There is still work to be done in the Senate. I have to stay. I am staying," Padme told him. She made her way across the terrace to place herself back in his arms. “I will be okay. I will get in contact with Bail as soon as I can and we can start working on a plan.

“Padme... I can’t let you do this," Anakin told her. He met her eyes, his dark and swimming with visible conflict.

“I would be in more damage if I run off with you now. Plus, you have a better chance of getting off world without me," Padme argued, taking one of his hands and placing it on her belly. “Luke and I will be okay.”

“Leia,” He responded reflexively, a small smile on his lips. “I don’t like this, Padme.”

“I know you don’t, but it‘s our best option," She told him. Instead of answering, he placed his free hand on her hand and tilted her up slightly so he could kiss her. The kiss was hungry, devouring, she wrapped her arms around him, their tongues fighting for dominance. They both poured all of their love into the kiss, making sure nothing was left between them.

Anakin slowly pulled away, resting his forehead on hers. He allowed himself to stay like that for a few precious moments, committing the moment to memory, before bending down in front of her so he was eye level with her belly. “Please know, that no matter what happens, Daddy loves you. Also, keep your mom safe," he whispered, the words between him and the baby. He planted a quick kiss on her belly before standing back up. “You try to safe please?" he asked her, looking into her deep brown eyes, savoring every detail of her.

“I should be saying that to you,” Padme answered, smiling up at him. He pulled her back into a passionate kiss before leaving her and their unborn baby.

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Proposal

Everybody is full of surprises.

Lana Kane drummed an annoying rhythm onto her armrest. Malory had dragged her out of bed that morning, apparently, Archer had plans with AJ for the day and she had thought it was the perfect excuse for Lana and Malory to have a girls' day out, something Lana never wanted to do with Malory. After enough guilt-tripping, though she’d begrudgingly agreed. Lana barely finished getting ready before Malory dragged her to the airport.

“Is that necessary? There are other people on the plane you know,” Malory asked her.

“Was dragging me out of bed and to an airport necessary?” Lana bit back, mimicking Malory’s voice. “Plus, why are we flying commercial, there must have been a plane we could have borrowed or commandeered or something? I hate commercial.”

“There were no planes for us to commandeer on such short notice, and we need to get to New York tonight. Now shut your mouth and enjoy your flight,” Malory said downing her fifth glass since they’d gotten on the plane, they had barely made them it off the runway. “Why the hell are we going to New York, anyway? With ISIS gone there can’t be anything there for us,” Lana said.

“You’d be surprised, dear.”

After a thousand hours on an airplane, a shopping spree, Lana’s clothes weren’t good enough for Mallory, a trip to the spa, and a visit to a salon for hair and makeup, Lana found herself in front of the old ISIS headquarters. “What are we doing here?” she asked Malory, “I thought we were getting dinner.”

“This was around the corner. I figured it would be nice to see the old stomping ground. The building is even still for lease,” Malory informed her.

“Good to know we can always come home if we want,” Lana said, surprised at the pang of nostalgia hitting her in the gut. She didn’t want to miss this place.

“Do you want to go in?” Malory asked her, pulling a silver key from her coat pocket and waving it in Lana’s directions.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, let’s go,” Malory said making her way towards the front door. Lana followed her, entering the first-floor dry cleaning, another pang of nostalgia hitting her. While she didn’t want to miss this place, this was where she met most of her friends, where she met Archer, and where she was working when AJ was an infant. All the important events in her life happened in that office building.

Malory called the elevator and pressed the button for the main floor. The sight she saw when the doors slide open surprised her. There was a trail of roses leading out of the elevator, the edges lined with candles. “This is your stop dear,” Malory told her, putting pressure on her back to help push her out of the elevator, the door closing behind her.

“What is going on?” Lana asked, taking in her surroundings. The carpet was still a god-awful yellow color, but the rose petals drew the eye away from the awfulness. She followed the trail into the bullpen. All the furniture was gone, the only thing identifying the room was the yellow carpets and the wood paneling on the wall.

In place of the furniture was more roses, littered throughout the room, dozens of candles, and a small picnic blanket with a brown wicker basket in the middle, and in front of the picnic, setup was Archer. He was in one of his best suits, his hair was impeccable, and he had a bouquet of roses in his arms. “Hey,” he said awkwardly, running his free hand through his hair, ruffling it.

“Hey,” Lana repeated, taking a few steps so she could stand in front of him.

“You look... You look great,” Archer told her, looking her up and down appreciating the view.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” Lana said, feeling her mouth pull into a smile.

“These are for you,” Archer told her, all but shoving the flowers into her arms. She smelled them quickly before turning her attention back to Archer.

“They are beautiful, but what’s going on?” She said motioning to the room.

“Oh yeah this,” Archer said as if he had forgotten everything he was doing. He took back the roses, set them down and took both of her hands in his. “Well, first things first, I wanted to tell you how much I love you,” he said grinning.

Her heart sank a bit at first, was this all an apology date? Had he done something wrong again? But the smile on his face seemed out of place, so she forced herself to push away the thought, “I love you too,” she answered.

“Yeah, yeah I know, let me talk,” He said hurriedly, ignoring the dirty look she was giving him. “Lana, you are my best friend. You have been my best friend for god knows how long. I know I was a shitty boyfriend that first time around, and wasn’t great the second time either, though there were some technicality things going on…”

“Archer,” Lana warned, not wanting to go down that road right then.

“Yeah, yeah, right,” he said resetting himself. “Either way, I hate that it took me being in a coma to get it right, but even before then, being able to be with, and in love with not only my best friend, but the mother of my child, it’s incredible, and while I had said as much to other people; I recently realized I had never said it to you. So now I am, and I don’t want to make the mistake of not telling you what you mean to me again.  I want you, AJ and I to be a proper family. I want to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life. I want a dozen more beautiful little-mixed babies,” Archer said, his smile now huge. Lana didn’t know what to say to this waterfall of emotions coming from him, but she could feel her eyes watering.

“Especially if one of them comes out with my blue eyes and AJ‘s color. That baby will rule the world,” Archer said, still rambling about mixed babies.

“Archer,” Lana said, reassuring this time as she squeezed on his hands.

“Right sorry,” he stammered, he let go of one of her hands and bent down on one knee, her eyes were puddles now, “I guess what I am trying to say, Lana Kane is that I love you, and want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, will you m-oh shit,” the sentence got cut off he pulled his hand away and searched his pockets for something.

“Did you lose the ring?” Lana asked, her emotions sobering up some.

“Oh no, oh no, I lost the ring,” he said, still dramatically patting his jacket, “I lost the ring,” he repeated a little louder.

“I got that, really Archer, it’s okay, these things happen,” Lana told him, disappointed, but not mad, Archer only shot her a weird look she didn’t understand.

“I LOST THE RING,” he said louder, almost shouting.

“I got that,” she answered confused, but as the words left her mouth, a little girl came out from one of the offices, not just any little girl, her little girl.

“This ring, daddy?” AJ asked him, holding up a little box as she joined the couple.

“Ahhhh, there it is,” Archer said, taking the box from AJ, he whispered something in her ear, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, before retaking Lana’s hand. “Do you have anything to add princess?”

AJ smiled at her father, a reflection of his own. “Mommy?” she asked, getting her mother’s attention.

“Yes, dear?” Lana asked her.

“Will you marry daddy?” AJ asked Lana. Lana looked between the pair, her family, her beautiful, weirdly conceived family.

“I guess I can do that,” Lana told AJ, all eyes on her instead of Archer.

“Yay! Daddy, Mommy said okay!” AJ told Archer excitedly, throwing her arms around her father.

“Seriously?” Archer asked, genuinely a little surprised, he put one arm around AJ, returning the hug, and kept his other hand in Lana’s.

“Of course, yes,” Lana said, using his hand to help pull him up. He placed the diamond ring, huge of course, on her finger, before pulling her into a kiss. She wanted to deepen the kiss. She wanted to throw him on the ground and fuck him right then and there, but she was very aware of her daughter standing beside them.  

“Can you believe she said yes?” Archer asked AJ after he pulled away from the kiss. He swung her up into his arms, she was getting too big to carry, but he didn’t care.

“Duh,” AJ said dramatically, her parents couldn’t help but smile at her.

Archer placed a quick kiss on AJ’s forehead at the same time Lana placed a kiss on her cheek. “We love you, baby,” Lana told her.

“I love you too,” AJ said looking between the two, beaming because of all the attention. Lana was super thankful that Archer had thought to include AJ, but she really hoped that he had plans for her after this, because she wasn’t spending the night of her engagement sleeping. Lana met Archer’s eyes over AJ’s head and tried her best to convey her question without saying it out loud. He seemed to catch her meaning.

“Hey AJ, let’s go find grandma real quick,” Archer told her, setting her down.

“I can’t stay here with you guys?” AJ asked pouting.

“AJ, we talked about this,” Archer scolded.

“I’ll be right back,” Archer told Lana, giving her a quick kiss.

“Honestly, it’s been a year since you got out of the coma, and I still can’t believe that three years in a coma didn’t affect your ability at all,” Lana said panting, collapsing onto the mattress.

“I know right?” Archer said panting just as hard. They laid side by side for a moment, matching their heavy breathing. She hadn’t even totally caught her breath before Archer was back on top of her ready to go. “Round two?” He asked with a big cheeky grin.

“I am still recovering from round one,” Lana said exasperatedly.

“Well, if we don’t keep going how are we going to make all of those beautiful little mixed babies,” he asked, his hand caressing the side of her breast.

“About that...” Lana said, removing his hand from her breast and placing it on her abdomen.

Archer looked at her confused. He looked at his hand on her abdomen, then back up at her, a huge smile crossing his face as realization dawned on him, “Seriously?” he finally asked.

“Seriously,” Lana said smiling back, “I wasn't going to say anything tonight, but since you mentioned it.”

“I love you so much,” he said taking his hand and tangling it in her hair, pulling her into a bone-shattering kiss.  

When he finally pulled away, Lana couldn’t help but smile back at him. She was sure he had always had emotions, but would always be grateful that post-coma Sterling Archer was much better at expressing them, “I am glad you are excited,” She told him honestly.

He rolled back over next to her, stretching out on his side, and traced patterns on her belly. “Of course I am excited! I love AJ with all of my heart, but it will be nice to have a baby I put in you instead of one that you stole my sperm to make,” he told her with his usual cheeky grin.

Lana shoved him playfully, “it turned out all right,” she said, wanting to be annoyed at his never letting it go, but most of her couldn’t blame him, it had been shitty.

“Yeah baby, she was so obsessed with me, that she stole my sperm to make your sister,” Archer said, the words directed at her tummy.

She shoved him again, “I was not obsessed with you, plus the baby doesn’t even have ears yet.”

“What do you call stealing somebody’s sperm to make a baby then?” Archer asked, continuing his tracing on her belly.

“Desperate, not obsessed,” Lana admitted.

”Well, I guess I can take that,” Archer said. “Are you sure this is really happening?"

“Yes, Archer, this is really happening," Lana said.

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Wake Up

Summary: Archer wakes up to the two most beautiful sights in the world.

“And the Prince lived happily ever after.” The words had been bouncing around Archer’s head for, well he wasn’t sure, time was weird. He had no idea what the words could possibly mean, maybe he had had one too many drinks, but he knew the words made him happy in a way he couldn’t describe.

He made his way to the closest bar, he needed a drink. He was no longer sure where he was but was thankful that every place had a bar. He had bounced around from the 40s to an island to space to medieval times. He had no idea what was going on, but it was obvious that all of time and space was only filled with the people he worked with. The bar was like any bar ever: dark, crowded and with a beautiful woman behind the bar. “Bourbon,” he said, flashing his most charming smile to the woman.

“Say goodnight,” She told him with a sweet smile when she returned with his drinks. Her words like honey, sweet and soothing.

“Goodnight?” Archer repeated, grabbing for his drink.

“Yeah, are you having a good night?” She repeated, the sweetness in her voice fading slightly.

“I guess,” He said downing the drink, “It would be better if I had another drink and some company,” he told her leaning over the counter so his face was close to hers.

“Well, at least one of those can be achieved, we will have to see about the other,”

A few hours later, a drunk, stumbling, tangled mess of people slammed into the door of Archer’s room. The bartender, Lana she had told him, had been hard to get at first, but once the relief bartender showed up, she had been putty in his hand. “Archer,” she moaned into his lips, her fingers already teasing the hem of his trousers.

He dug around in his pockets for his key and tried his best to unlock the door without untangling himself from Lana. Once the door was opened and was no longer there to support them, they hit the ground. It didn’t slow them down much though, they made quick work of their clothes, and never even made it to the bed, at least for round one.

The only thing he was truly aware of was the fact that everything was sore, he felt like he hadn’t moved in years. The second thing that hit him was the sterile smell of his surroundings, nothing like the smell of sex and liquor that he swore he fell asleep to. He played with moving his fingers, relieved when they moved and tried to take stock of his senses. He could smell the chemicals around him, he could hear the blinking of machines and he could feel the coarse material that was over him. He managed to open his eyes, and was thankful that the room was dark, he didn’t know if he could handle light yet.

He looked over at the machines showing his vitals on the small screens. In the light of the screens was a person slouched over a chair beside his bed, a wonderful, beautiful person. Memories started to flood his brain, breaks, actresses, bodyguard, cyborgs, and three gunshots, “Lana,” He whispered, coughing a little bit, his throat no longer use to talking, “Lana,” he managed a little louder. She shifted a little bit but otherwise stayed asleep. “Lana!” Still nothing. He managed to prop himself up on his elbows and prepared himself, “LAANNNAA!” that got her. She jumped up, almost tipping herself and the chair over.

“What Archer?” she snapped without thinking, it was music to his ears, realization slowly came to her, and in a matter of moments, she had flung herself at him. “Archer...?” she said hesitantly this time. She clung to him like she would fall into lava if she let go, “Please tell me this is real,” she asked desperately.

“I think it’s real,” He told her honestly with a shrug. She removed her head from his shoulder and tangled one of her hands in his hair, and pulled him into a bone-shattering kiss. She hated being vulnerable, but she had almost let Archer die without them working out their issues, and she wasn’t going to let that happen again. Archer pulled her away after a few moments. She looked almost hurt, as if she thought he was rejecting her so he grabbed her free hand and intertwined it with his, “Lana, before anything happens, I have to tell you something.”

“What?” Lana asked him, tears welling up in her eyes. Archer started to say something and fell back into the bed dramatically, going still. Lana waited for a moment, holding her breath, before she yelled his name, collapsing against his chest in a fit of sobs. She didn’t have time to cry for long before Archer took a deep dramatic breath, “You jackass,” she growled, punching his chest, tears still streaming down her face.

“I’m sorry, I may never be in a coma again. I had to take advantage of it,” Archer said grinning, but Lana hadn’t stopped punching his chest. Archer grabbed one of her wrists to stop the beating and pressed a quick kiss to it, “Lana, come on I’m sorry. I really do have to tell you something.

Lana stopped punching him, but snatched her wrist away from him, crossing her arms over her chest, “Well..?”

He smiled at her, a big goofy grin, “Lana Kane, I love you. I am so glad you are the one that was here when I woke up,” he told her placing a hand on her cheek, despite her trying to be grumpy, she couldn’t help but smile. She leaned back down to kiss him.

“I love you too, Sterling Archer, despite my better judgment,” she answered resting her forehead on his, “And I am glad we were here when you woke up as well. Your mother is going to murder us,” she laughed

Archer raised an eyebrow at the we, and just as he was about to ask who the we was, a small little voice came from the other side of the bed, “What’s all of the noise for, Momma?” Archer looked over to see AJ curled up in the chair, a pillow between her head and the armrest, her hair a curly mess. She was beautiful.

“Abbiejean?” Archer asked quietly looking at the little girl.

“Daddy?” AJ asked sitting up in her seat, clutching her teddy bear to her chest. Archer shoved Lana slightly to make room, all eyes on AJ, normally she would have been annoyed, but she couldn’t be mad at him for wanting to see his daughter, and rolled to his side. Archer motioned for her to join them, and she crawled onto the bed. Archer pulled her into a hug, holding her so tightly, not wanting to lose her. He realized how much time he had already lost. She had to be 5, if not almost 6 by the size of her. Though she was Lana’s daughter so she could be younger.

“Are you going to stay awake from now on?” AJ asked pulling away to look him in the eye, her expression serious.

"I can’t promise I won’t fall asleep, but I will do my best to keep waking up. Alright?” Archer told her, pushing a chunk of curls behind her ear.

“Okay. I guess that’s fine,” she told him, and he bent over to press a kiss onto her forehead, than booped her little nose, causing her to start giggling, and she hugged him again.

“I am glad you are back,” Lana told him resting her head on his shoulder.

“You’re happy for now,” he told her with a grin, resting his head on top of AJ’s, happy to be back with his girls.

“You’re probably right,” She smiled back.

Lana and AJ fell back asleep pretty quickly, Lana stretched out beside him and AJ curled up under his arms on the other side. Now that he was alone with his thoughts he was able to really take in the situation. AJ was beautiful, thankfully more her mother than him, and he couldn’t wait to get to re-know her, to know the kid that she had become vs the toddler he remembered, and of course Lana was exactly as he remembered her, perfect as always.

He looked around the room, and finally noticed the things that didn’t have anything to do with the two loves of his life. He saw a few framed pictures scattered across the bedside table, along with dozens of drawings from AJ, he couldn’t wait to go through them all. The photos were a mix of old ones and new ones, the one of AJ and him, all of her school photos, a recent photo of Lana and AJ, and last and least there was a photo of the gang. He examined the differences in all of them, and outside of different lengths of hair and a few more signs of agings, especially Cyril, they all looked pretty much the same, which was an almost comforting fact. He was sure they acted the same as well.

Archer was sitting up in bed when Malory showed up. Lana had moved herself to the chair, a hand always in some sort of contact with Archer as if he would disappear if she stopped touching him. AJ was still curled up at his side. As soon as she had woken up in the morning, Archer assaulted her with a million questions trying to get caught up as quickly as possible, AJ was thrilled. Malory, of course, had been furious when she walked through the door. They had never gotten around to calling her, so she had no clue that she would come in to see him awake. She had yelled at them all saying she should have been the first one to see him and should have been contacted immediately. After she was done with her lecture she got super gushy for about three minutes, giving Archer his like fourth hug from his mother ever, going on and on about how glad she was that he wasn’t dead and that she was glad she wouldn’t have to pay for the hospital bill anymore.

“And the Prince lived happily ever after,” AJ read proudly, finishing the book that she had been reading Archer. She had been practicing reading it to him for weeks, with Lana’s help. Lana was trying to make sure that she was actually reading the book instead of just memorizing it.

“That sounds familiar,” Archer said, his eyebrows knitting together.

“The ending of the book sounds familiar?” Lana asked him, confused.

“Well, I have been reading it to you!” AJ told him proudly, and a lightbulb went off in his head.

“I remember! I couldn’t get the phrase out of my head, shortly before waking up,” Archer said, “You must’ve pulled me out it,” he added, ruffling up AJ’s hair.

“Really?” AJ asked perking up.

“Yeah kiddo, I think so,” he told her, planting a kiss on the top of her head, “Are you crying?” He asked looking over at Lana, who was obviously tearing up.

“Of course she is,” Malory said, taking a huge swig of the drink in her hand, reminding Archer that she was even there.

“No,” Lana lied, wiping her eyes. Archer raised an eyebrow at her obvious lie. “Honestly, she has put so much into trying to wake you up and making sure that she still came regularly in case you could hear her, and I am not going to lie. I was afraid you were going to disappoint her.”

Archer frowned, looking down at his daughter who was only half paying attention, “I want to say I am hurt, but I deserve that. I may be horrible at literally everything, but I feel like I am at least okay at his.”

“You are,” Lana agreed.

“And you did a pretty great job with her in my absence,” he said slightly louder, bumping AJ’s shoulder with his. She gave him a big cheesy grin, and Malory rolled her eyes.

“I know,” Lana agreed, smiling.

“Now AJ, I need you to show me all of your drawings,” He said reaching for the stack of papers.

“Okay!” She said grabbing the stack from him so she could show them to him.

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The Long Sleep

Summary: Lana takes AJ to see Archer for the first time after the coma.

The hospital loomed over her, like a scary fortress in one of AJ’s books. She had already been inside the fortress, she had already seen the monster inside, but AJ hadn’t. AJ hadn’t been exposed to the quiet, lifeless form of Sterling Archer. The last time she had seen her father, Archer had been bubbly and goofy, he had been blowing raspberries on her tummy, booping her nose and had been an overall goofball, ignoring Lana who had still been mad at him at the time.

    Lana glanced in the rearview mirror and saw AJ playing with the teddy bear Archer had given her for her birthday. He had bought her an exuberant amount of gifts, but this was the only one that he had actually put effort into instead of just buying the most expensive gifts off the shelf, and AJ could tell. She pressed the front paw of the bear, and Archer’s voice saying, “Danger Zone,” with his usual theatrics, rang through the car, causing AJ to burst into a fit of giggles.

    Lana and Archer had been at a low point of their relationship when he had bought the bear, and he had said that he wanted AJ to have a piece of him no matter what state his relationship with Lana was. Lana had thought it was sweet of him at the time and had fallen back into his bed that night, she was eternally grateful now that if anything happened to him, AJ would still have the bear. The giggling had died down in the back, and Lana turned around to see AJ clutching the bear to her chest, “I miss daddy,” AJ said sadly.

    “Me too baby,” Lana told her, placing a comforting hand on her knee, “Do you know what we are doing?” Lana asked her, she had tried to go over what had happened with AJ, but she had not seemed to grasp the idea.

    “Like in general or here?” AJ asked, Archer’s dumb face written all over hers.

    Lana shook her head and tried to force herself through the next part, “Here. Daddy got very injured and his body is having a hard time fixing itself. He is still okay, but he is going to be asleep until his body can fix itself.”

    “How long?” AJ asked, looking up at her mother with big hazel eyes.

    “I don’t know, baby,” Lana said truthfully, her heart hurt as AJ’s eyes filled with tears. She pulled the bear away from her chest and pressed the little paw again.

    “I love you AbbieJean, I hope you are having a badass day,” Archer's voice said. Lana had originally been furious that he had cussed in her teddy bear, to which he had argued that ass was not, in fact, a cuss word. She couldn’t find it in her to be mad at now, especially as her baby was now full on crying.

    Lana got out of the car, swinging AJ’s backpack onto her shoulder before freeing AJ from her car seat and pulling her into her arms. All of AJs limbs wrapped around Lana, the toddler crying into the crook of her neck, “It’s going to be okay baby, we just have to be brave until daddy wakes up,” she told her, stroking the toddler’s hair, trying to push away her own tears. AJ nodded into her neck, but kept crying, “We’ll be okay baby.”

       The room was like any other hospital room: quiet, bland and sterile. Malory was sitting in the chair beside the bed, not getting up to greet them, she barely nodded to acknowledge their presence. Lana sat down in the chair beside her, AJ in her lap. AJ paid little attention to Malory, her focus entirely on Archer. Lana tried to make small talk with Malory: “Any improvements? Have you gotten any sleep? Do you need food?” the usual. AJ had been antsy the whole time, squirming in Lana’s arms. She would glance between the two of them occasionally, but her attention always snapped back to Archer. After some struggling, AJ finally broke free of Lana and crawled on to the hospital bed. Lana went to stop her, but Malory put a hand up to stop her, “I don’t think she can do any more harm to him.”

    “Daddy...” AJ said quietly, barely a whisper as she looked for a sign of life. She poked him, lifted his hand just for it to fall back into place, “Daddy...daddy,” she repeated, louder each time, trying to get him to react. Lana swore she could hear her heartbreaking, Malory was outright sobbing beside her. AJ was getting upset now, she took a deep breath, scrunched up her face, and yelled, “DADDY!” at the top of her lungs. Lana felt a small smile break through the pain, she was definitely Archer’s daughter, but her baby girl was starting to sob, and that had to be her first priority.

    Lana motioned towards her and AJ crawled back into her lap, crying into her neck. Lana tried to console her, but nothing seemed to be working, even Malory was rubbing her back, trying to help. “Hey baby, do you want to show grandma what you brought daddy?” Lana asked her. She nodded slightly and Lana handed her off to Malory. She was still hiccuping but seemed to be doing better.

    “What did you bring?” Malory asked her as Lana dug through the backpack. She pulled out a framed picture and handed it to AJ.

    “Me and daddy,” AJ said showing Malory the picture. The picture had been Archer's favorite, AJ’s as well. Lana always claimed that it was an okay picture, but she loved the picture as well. The picture was of Archer holding an eighteen-month-old AJ, he was in the middle of booping her nose, and she had broken out into a fit of giggles. Lana didn’t know what deity had allowed for the picture to be taken, but between the giggling AJ and Archer’s broad smile, she was sure she had never seen Archer happier.

    “That’s nice dear,” Malory said, and Lana could hear the tears in her voice, as she looked at the picture of the pair. “What else did you bring?” AJ looked at Lana and opened and closed her hand towards Lana, asking for the next thing. Lana smiled at her and handed her the picture she had drawn for Archer. It was mostly just two sticks, one considerably shorter than the other and a bunch of colorful scribbles, but Lana was sure the message still came through.

    “Drew daddy and me,” AJ informed Malory, pointing at the tall stick as she said daddy, and the short stick when she said herself, Malory was definitely crying now. “You okay grandma?” AJ asked, reaching up to touch Malory’s face.

    “I am fine, princess,” Malory told her, forcing a smile. Lana had known her for long enough to know she was not okay. “Did you bring anything else?”

    “Yeah I brought a book,” AJ said, again motioning towards Lana. She handed her the book, and she hugged it to her. “Read it to daddy,” she told Malory, showing her the book.

    “Do you want to go ahead and read it to him?” Lana asked AJ.

    “Yes!” AJ said excitedly, nodding her head dramatically. Lana picked her up and sat her down next to Archer. AJ quickly made herself comfortable and started dramatically telling Archer her story. She was mostly rattling off nonsense, saying a few words that she remembered from the story, but it was cute nonetheless.

    “So how are you really doing?” Lana asked Malory once AJ was absorbed in the book. Malory didn’t answer the question but instead went to pour herself a glass of bourbon from the bottle on the side table. She took a few sips before downing the rest of the drink.

    “Not great,” she finally answered, staring at her son and granddaughter.

    “It’s been a rough time. I hate that AJ has to see him like this,” Lana said, watching her daughters arms wave and flail as she told Archer the most animated version of her story possible.

    “Well, at least he didn’t completely suck at everything,” Malory said pouring another drink and taking a huge swig of it and staring at the picture of Archer and AJ.

    “He has done alright with that one thing. He may be a giant shithead, but he was patient, kind and just an overall good father when it came to AJ. I swear she gets a different Archer than anybody else in the entire world did,” Lana said, willing the tears in her eyes to go away.

    “I told you it was a good idea,” Malory told her, a small smile on her face.

    “And to think, I thought you were crazy. This is the one and only time I will ever tell you, you were right,” Lana told her.

    “You know, I don’t think there is a single picture of Sterling and I, plenty of him and Woodhouse, he was there for every aspect of Sterling’s life, but I wasn’t,” Maloy said tracing a finger down the picture.

    “Well, you are here now, and at least AJ won’t be able to say the same,” Lana said putting a comforting hand on Malory’s shoulder, surprised when she didn’t shake it off. She just continued staring at the picture, probably reliving all of the moments that she had let Archer down, though that would be literally every moment. Lana looked back at her little girl and the man that she hated to admit was the love of her life. AJ was excitedly talking about princesses and astronauts, the book discarded. Lana had known that using Archers sperm without his permission had been a bitch move, but she wouldn’t change that decision for anything in the world.

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Dance Now

Being stuck in the garbage can of a ship, with the garbage can of a pilot, was not how Leia wanted to spend her time. She should have been with the rebellion, helping set up their next base. Instead, she was sitting at the dejarik table in the Falcon, while Han and Chewie tried to fix up the Falcon. Leia knew it was a lost cause though, they were stuck without a hyperdrive in the dead of space, and it would take them weeks to get to Bespin, so she might as well settle down for the long haul.

“Try not to look so thrilled, Princess,” Han said, entering the hold. He had a rag draped over his shoulder and was covered in engine grease, his once white shirt now a nasty brown color.

“Oh, I will try to keep my excitement down,” Leia bit back, crossing her arms.

Han rolled his eyes. “Well cheer up, it’s gonna be a long ride.” He tossed the rag into a small basket by his workbench before making his way over to a crate by the table, digging around for something.

“What are you doing?” She asked, crawling over to his side of the couch, trying to peer over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it,” he grunted back, still digging. He seemed to find what he was looking for, making a small celebratory noise.

“What is it?” She inquired again, still trying to look over his shoulder.

He pushed himself off the back of the couch, turning to get off, making sure that his face was mere inches from hers for a moment. “Patience Princess,” he said with his stupid, smug grin. Moving away from the couch, to his workstation, he worked on whatever he had. She stood from the couch, trying to figure out what he had, but he was doing a good job of blocking her view. Just as she was about to give up wondering, the sound of music filled the area. He moved to stand by her, and she could see the crappy little music player and forced away the smile tugging at her lips.

Han grinned down at her. “Can I have this dance?” he asked her, holding out his hand to her. She had a hard time deciding if he was serious or not, his voice had that aloof, almost sarcastic tone to it, but his eyes looked serious.

She stared at the hand for a long moment, a million emotions flooding her head. “You ridiculous,” she said, looking up at him with a dramatic eye roll. It hadn’t been the response her heart had told her to give, but it was the only one she could allow herself to give.

Han’s face fell for a moment before his mood bounced back up. “If you say so, Princess,” he said, his grin returning. “Chewie!” He hollered to the cockpit. The Wookie came clambering down into the hold, growling slightly. “Want to dance?” Han asked him once he was in the room. The Wookie made a grumbling sound and next thing she knew Han and the Wookie were slow dancing in the hold.

She knew she shouldn’t be enjoying herself. She should be miserable, sitting her stuck in space, but looking at the smuggler and his Wookie companion dancing around the room, she couldn’t help but let the laughter out. She thought about the rebels fleeing Hoth and hoped everybody had made it out all right. She thought about the good soldiers that hadn’t made it off, and then she spiraled even further as the thoughts of Alderaan assaulted her brain. How dare she be here laughing at these silly men after so many people had given up their lives for the cause. She caught Han’s eyes and could see he had noticed her fallen mood and tried to act even goofier. The laughter was gone, but it still brought a smile to her face.

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The group was nearing the end of their trip, arriving at Bespin within 48 hours. Most of her was excited to finally get off this ship, and out of space, but another part of her would actually miss this trip. She sat curled up in the co-pilots chair, watching out of the viewport. The stars moving at a normal speed had been unsettling at first, but now they were almost a comforting sight.

“You doing okay in here, Princess?” she heard Han ask, entering the cockpit.

“I am all right. It's weird we are almost done with this journey” She said, looking up at him.

“You gonna miss being in this close of quarters for so long?” He asked her cockily, that stupid smug grin on his face. She tried hard not to smile back at him.

“I can’t wait to get as far away from you as possible,” she said, but she knew the menace had drained out of her voice weeks ago.

“Well you better watch our when we get there. Lando is more of a scoundrel than I am,” he said.

“Why would that matter?” She asked.

“Oh no reason,” he said with a wink. She rolled her eyes and looked back out through the viewport. “Hey, I need to show you something.”

“What?” She asked, pushing herself out of the chair. He said nothing but motioned for her to follow him out of the cockpit. “What are you doing?” she asked again, as they made their way into the main hold. Again, he didn’t respond, and instead, he went over to the technical station and fiddled with something. “Han?” she whined, trying to figure out what was going on. Then the sound of music filled the room as it had on one of the first days stuck on this stupid, wonderful ship.

“Can I have this dance?” Han asked her, similar to that first time, though his eyes were much more serious, and there was no sarcasm in his voice. She took a deep breath and thought through all of the emotions swirling through her: guilt, happiness, and some other feelings she was trying incredibly hard to push down.

Finally, she nodded and took his hand, letting him pull her in. They danced slowly, the song was some melodramatic love song, but she didn’t care about what was playing. She was intimately aware of Han’s hand in hers, and his other on her hip. She was equally aware of the tension in his shoulder, the flexing as he twirled her around the room. Part of her knew that she shouldn’t be dancing and enjoying herself while the world was falling apart, but something her mother had told her once kept ringing through her head. “Dance now,” she muttered to herself.

“What was that?” He asked.

“Dance now,” she repeated. “When I was sixteen my mother told me to go to a ball on Coruscant that I didn’t want to go to, because I didn’t feel it was fair to go to a ball while the galaxy was in shambles, and my mother told me that that was why I should go to the ball.”

“You don’t usually talk about your family,” he said quietly.

“She said that we won’t always have the chance to dance with those we...care about, so dance now,” she said hesitating before she said care, ignoring his statement. Her mother had said love, but she wasn’t ready to say that in front of Han. “I can’t dance with a lot of people anymore. I need to take advantage of the people I can dance with.”

“Well I am glad you let me be one of the few,” Han said. She allowed herself to rest her head on his chest, allowing herself to be vulnerable for just a moment. He pressed a simple kiss to the top of her head. They stayed like that for a while, in comforting peace, swaying slowly even when the song changed to faster music.

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The Fight for those we Love

Finn sat next to Rose’s lifeless form on the cot. He knew she was alive; the medic had said as much, and there was a subtle rise and fall to her chest. They told him he didn’t have to keep an eye on her, that she would be okay, they call him sweet for caring so much, but he didn’t feel sweet, he felt guilty.

The kiss, his first kiss, hadn’t been what he expected. He felt the sincerity in her words and in her lips, but he had felt nothing in his own heart. She had almost died saving him because she loved him, and he repaid her with emptiness. She was laying there fighting for her life, while his heart longed for somebody else.

His actions had been reckless, and she paid the price. He disobeyed orders from his commander, and kept going instead of turning around, the man who didn’t want him to rush into danger, but couldn’t argue to fiercely because he was reckless himself. Finn should have died for his mistakes, it was his price to pay, not this innocent woman who had shown nothing but compassion for everybody around her. She would make somebody the happiest person in the galaxy one day, but it wouldn’t be him.

Her word hadn’t stopped bouncing around his head though. They had awoken something inside of him, something he didn’t know he was ignoring. She had meant for the words to spark a love for her, and he felt terrible that they had sparked something else entirely. The words had changed him though, and he hoped that would be enough to comfort her when she woke up, and he would do everything in his power to make sure she woke up, that she got the life she deserved, even if it wasn’t with him. He wasn’t the hero she thought he was, but he would try for her because she was the real hero in this story.

He glanced over at her to make sure she was still okay and pulled the blankets up so they were over her shoulders before turning his gaze on the rest of the ship, Rose’s words still ringing in his ears. ‘We will win this war, not by fighting what we hate, but saving what we love.’

He watched the people on the ship, the last bit of the Resistance, all crammed into the Millenium Falcon. A handful of people sat around the dejarik table, not activated, working on the groups next steps, a few others were tinkering with the Millenium Falcon, Rey included, and then there was Leia who had been wandering through the ship as if in a daze. She would place her hand on something that seemed unimpressive and whisper a few words before returning to her wandering, lost in a different time.

“This ship is incredible, General,” he heard Poe say, strolling out of the cockpit to stand beside Leia.

“It’s junk,” Leia said with a small, sad smile, placing a tender hand on the bulkhead. “The best junk in the galaxy.”

Watching Poe admiring the ship made Finn’s heart flutter and stomach feel sick, all at once. Though the guilt of what happened to Rose hit him too. How could he let himself be happy when she was still comatose? How would she feel if she woke up to him happy with somebody else? Could he live with himself if he didn’t give it his all, though? ‘Save those we love.’ He had to try. Poe had walked away from Leia and was on his way back to the cockpit. “Poe!” Finn called after him, Poe pausing at the entryway to the cockpit.

“Finn! Hey buddy,” Poe said, a huge grin spreading across his face when he saw him. Finn barely heard the words, only processing the adorable grin on Poe’s face. He didn’t answer him, instead, he grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and pulled him close and kissed him, their lips crashing together. The kiss wasn’t like the small peck that Rose had given him, but something passionate and fierce. Poe seemed shocked at first, but his hands quickly reached for Finn, one reaching behind his neck and the other grabbing at his waist, pulling him closer.

Finn eventually had to pull away for air, grinning like an idiot. “Hey Finn,” Poe said again, his grin somehow even bigger than it had been before, his heart doing flips at the sight.

“Hey,” Finn repeated breathlessly.

“What was that for?” Poe asked. The question would have made him insecure if it hadn’t been for Poe’s eyes. They were the brightest Finn had ever seen them, plus he was biting his bottom lip, similar to when Poe had realized Finn was wearing his jacket.

“Somebody told me we wouldn’t win this war by fighting what we hate, but by saving what we love and fighting for what we love. It lit a new hope in me, gave me a new reason to fight this war, to win this war, and I couldn’t go one more second without this, without telling you how I feel. If this isn’t what you want, that’s fine, but I needed to let you know, and I will fight so we can all have a better life, no matter what,” Finn said, hoping that he wasn’t overstepping and reading into things, hoping the Poe wouldn’t run and never speak to him again.

Poe did not run, instead, he pulled Finn back to him and kissed him again, softer this time. “I love you too,” Poe said resting his head on Finn’s for a moment, before dragging him to god knows where, but Finn didn’t care. He would follow him anywhere, always.

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The Newest Dawn

The grass was soft underneath Kanan’s bare feet, the sun was setting over Lothal, a cool evening breeze surrounding him. The kids were sprawled out a few feet away from them, their light a bright welcoming beacon in the force. He could hear Zeb’s music, and could feel Ezra trying to connect with the nearby Lothcats, Hera informed him also that Sabine was putting flowers in both boy’s hair. They were laughing and joking about something Kanan couldn’t hear, but the sound was music to his ears.

In his arms, was Hera, one of her hands was intertwined with his, her head resting on his chest. She was as beautiful as ever, sure he couldn’t see her, but he knew she was, and now, her light was brighter than it ever had been, so bright that he was sure if he wasn’t already, it would blind him.

“We won,” Kanan whispered to her, she looked up at him.

“We haven’t won yet, there is still work to be done,” Hera told him seriously, but the words were followed quickly by a huge grin.

“Well close enough,” Kanan smirked, she rolled her eyes and returned her head to his chest. Kanan wasn’t sure how he had gotten so lucky. He had made it out of this war with only the loss of his sight. Many good men had given their lives for the cost, a fact that he wasn’t, couldn’t, overlook, but he was eternally grateful that he had made it out of the war with his family. They were all changed, different, for better or worse, but they were still there, and they were still his.

“Kanan,” Hera said softly, not moving her head.

“Yes dear?” He responded coyly.

She lifted her head up at that. He could feel her eyes on him, searching, though for what he did not know, “Kanan, I love you,” she said, almost nervously, like she was afraid he wouldn’t return the sentiment, though he had proven his own feelings time and time again.

“I love you too, Hera,” he said planting a kiss on her forehead.

As the night dragged on the children eventually fell asleep in a pile, Kanan couldn’t see it of course, but Hera had assured him that it was hilarious and adorable. Kanan dozed off a time or two through the night, but Hera had been awake all night just staring up at the stars. He tried to stay up as much as possible to keep her company, though she didn’t really seem to mind whether he was awake or asleep. It wasn’t until the sun started to peak over the horizon, that Hera really felt like talking.

“Did you get any sleep?” Kanan asked, it had been his longest nap of the night, and had awoken to much more warmth on his face then the last time he had awoken. He cursed himself for sleeping so long.

“No, too much to think about to sleep,” Hera responded alertly, he didn’t know how she did it, she could run at peak condition with little to no food, sleep, or water. She was truly a superhero, and he was grateful she was his.

“You have to sleep eventually,” He told her pulling himself up into a sitting position beside her.

“I do sleep,” Hera said resting her head on his shoulder.

“The kids still asleep?”

“Haven’t made a peep.”

They sat that way in comfortable silence for a moment, Hera watching the sunrise, while Kanan felt content feeling her watch it, her force signature so bright it could have made two Hera’s. That was when he realized that it was too bright, like there was almost another Hera. “Hera?” he asked.

“Yes, love?”

“Are you okay? You feel abnormally bright,” He remarked.

“It’s just because I am happy,” She said, the words seemed normal enough, but there was something off about her voice.

“Spill,” He told her, she let out a huge sigh in return.

“You know how that night before the last battle….” She let the sentence hang in the air.

“Of course.”

“Well, I hadn’t been really worried about anything happening since it wasn’t in the plan to happen, but it appears we should have been a little more careful that night,” She told him, her voice a mixture of hope, happiness, and stress.

“You mean?” He asked, not wanting to say the words, not wanting to get his hopes up about what they would mean for him, for their future.

“Uh-huh,” She said and all at once those two little syllables had changed everything, for him, for her, for their family.

He quickly grabbed Hera by the wrist and rolled them over so he was on top of her, kissing her, trying to impress all of the happiness and joy that he felt into the kiss, he could feel her smile against his lips as they finally pulled away, but it faded quickly. “Kanan what are we going to do? Is this really the best time?” she asked worry filling her voice.

“The war is all but over, a baby is the perfect way to bring in the New Republic, don’tcha think?” He said with a huge smile. He heard a small laugh from her, and rested his forehead against hers, “Either way, I think we will be fine. We can do anything as long as we do it together.”

“But the Rebellion, its going to need my help in the final stages,” Hera argued.

“You will be a help to the Rebellion, commanding from base, and aiding in the remaining relief efforts as needed,” Kanan told her. He knew it would be hard to restrict her to that, and usually he wouldn’t dream of it, but if he could keep her out of immediate danger for the next nine months he was going to do it.

Hera was quiet for a moment, obviously not in love with what Kanan had said, but finally said, “Okay, I think I can do that. Let’s do it.”

At those words Kanan leaned down to kiss her one more time before rolling over beside her, Hera immediately cuddling up to him, “Looks like this is going to be a new dawn for us, in more ways than one,” he chuckled feeling the early morning sun on face.

“Looks like it,” Hera said back, her force presence as bright as it had been earlier, and now with his new knowledge he could barely discern the difference between her presence and the new presence inside of her.

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Tough Love

Because there isn’t enough Owen, Beru, and Luke 

“Aunt Beru, I just don’t like farming.”

“I know Luke, and maybe someday you won’t have to. I bet someday you are going to make it big, fly off this planet and leave us all behind. You will find some pretty girl and marry her and have a beautiful family,” Beru told the little boy.

“You really think so?” Luke asked getting a little more hopeful. It took everything in his power to not run off in a daydream.

“I really do,” Beru smiled at him, the warm smile that could on it’s own cheer Luke up, “As long as you don’t forget about where you come from,” She ruffled his shaggy hair, thinking offhandedly that he desperately needed a haircut.

“Of course I wouldn’t,” He said hugging her.

“Good, but until than Uncle Owen needs your help on the farm,” Beru said looking at him seriously now, “But cut him some slack, because he might not show it well, but he loves you so much and his days spent with you on the farm are his favorite. He loves having you by his side.”

“Really? He likes me being there, I thought I just got in the way.

“Oh no Luke. Like I said he is horrible at showing his affections, but he loves you more than anything. He loves you more than he loves me, and I know that he enjoys every moment he spends with you. Do you understand Luke?”

Luke thought about what he had just been told. Uncle Owen enjoyed his days with Luke on the farm? He enjoyed telling Luke how he was doing things wrong? Maybe he enjoyed teaching Luke? That made sense. He thought about it more and more, and it slowly started to click in his head, “Yeah I understand Aunt  Beru.”

“Good,” She said kissing his forehead, “Now get back to work now.”

“Uncle Owen?” Luke called as he went back outside to help on the farm again. Owen still in the same spot that he was in when Luke had left.

“Yes Luke?”

“I am sorry I got mad and stormed out,” Luke started waiting for Uncle Owen to interject, but he didn’t say anything, “I understand that it is my duty to help on the farm. I talked to Aunt Beru, and I realized that I want to help you on the farm. I was just thinking of farming and the heat and all of the miserable things that went along with it, but I didn’t think of the good part. I get to spend my entire day with one of my favorite people, and that makes it all worth it,” he said giving Owen a small smile.

Owen felt a swell of pride inside of him, “Thank you Luke, that’s so good to hear,” he told the little boy in front of him. The little boy that had changed his life so abruptly. The boy that had stolen his heart so entirely. He had been so afraid when Obi-Wan had put the little baby in his arms. So afraid that he would screw him up, afraid that the little boy would turn out like his father, but here he was loving and caring and so hopeful, and he knew that he was doing something right.

“Are we okay now?” Luke shifted from side to side obviously still a little anxious.

“Luke, we were always okay,” Owen told him giving the boy a small smile, “Okay let's get back to work.”

“Okay Uncle Owen!” He said running to get his equipment ready.

“Hey Luke?

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Luke gave him his big goofy smile, and ran back and gave Owen a huge hug, “I love you too Uncle Owen!”