Hallucinations (Han Solo)

                                    

                                          
Summary: Y/N's been captured by the Empire, and Han and crew are determined to get her back. Thankfully, they're a damn good team when they need to be. But with Y/N out of her mind on whatever the Empire injected her with, things might just be changing around the base when Y/N mistakes Han for someone else.
                          
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Han's POV
                          
"What the hell are you not telling me? Where's Y/N?" I demanded, yelling and throwing my hands in the air in Leia's office. Our mutual friend and stupidly do-good Rebellion member had gone out on a mission, but I hadn't seen or heard from her since she left.
                          
"Sit down Han," Leia ground out, glaring at me from across the desk. I just crossed my arms and ignored her, waiting for the answer to my question.
                          
The princess threw her hands up in the air and stormed around the desk, plopping down in her chair and letting out a heavy sigh.
                          
"Y/N got caught," she said simply, looking me dead in the eyes. I blinked and tried to process what she'd just said.
                          
"I'm sorry, what? I thought you just said Y/N got caught."
                          
"That's exactly what I said, Han. The Empire figured out what Y/N was doing, and now-"
                          
"And now we have to go get her out!" I roared, not willing to listen to this for another second. "And don't you try to sell me on some bureaucracy bullshit-"
                          
"I'm not! For once in our lives I actually agree with you on something," she yelled, standing again and shuffling through the papers on her desk. "We're already working on a plan to get Y/N out."
                          
"Oh. Alright, well, then what do you need me to do?"
                          
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Leia, Luke, Chewie, and I worked non-stop on finding a way to get Y/N back. We knew we didn't have long, since every minute that passed was another the Empire did who knows how many horrible things to her. I was starting to go crazy with worry, enough that Leia didn't push me when I snapped at her for making a snide comment here or there.
                          
Finally, a few days after Leia broke the news to me, we had a plan in place. My role was to actually go in and get Y/N, while everyone else made sure we didn't get shot or captured. We'd treat any injuries on the Falcon while Chewie got us the hell out of there.
                          
I blocked out everything but Y/N as we broke into the Imperial Base and got her out. We found her in a cell, laid out on an operating table and clearly out of it on something they'd drugged her with. I didn't waste a second before scooping her into my arms and high tailing it back to the Falcon.
                          
She started to stir as I carried her up the ramp and towards the med bay, Chewie passing us and going straight to the cockpit. I laid her down on the bed, kneeling beside her and brushing a few stray hairs out of her face. She looked up at me, although her gaze was clouded.
                          
"Y/N? How you feeling, sweetheart?" I asked softly. She'd always brought out a side of me that the rest of the Rebellion never got to see.
                          
"I... oh, not good," she groaned, closing her eyes and putting a hand to her head.
                          
"They got you good, didn't they?" I muttered, trying to think of something that could help ease her pain. "Don't worry, you're safe now. We're gonna take good care of you."
                          
She hummed, her eyes glassy and unfocused as she looked up at me again.
                          
"Thanks, Leia..."
                          
I froze on the spot. Did she think... did she think I was Leia?
                          
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Y/N's POV
                          
My vision slowly started to return, even as my surroundings remained a blur. I vaguely got the sense I might be moving, but there was something so wrong with every sensory input in my body I had no way of knowing if that were reliable.