Okay, I know that I've done this before in a separate story, but this is a different, longer version of the infamous trip to Bespin.
I bet that EVERY Han/Leia fan has asked….What happened during the trip to Bespin?
The stupid writers of Star Wars took that out….BLECH!! ANYWAYS!!! I hope you enjoy it… Here we go! (Oh, and its Leia's POV to start!!!)
Han Solo.
That name makes every bone in my body shudder. He can get under my skin and mess with my emotions like I'm some kind of rag doll.
And, lucky me, I'm stuck with him in his ship for 25 days.
25 days.
I mean, I guess that he's pretty handsome. Especially when he cornered me in the circuitry bay and kissed me. Not that I enjoyed that kiss at all…no. I didn't…okay, I did, but only a little bit. How can a man like him, an ex spice smuggling pirate make me feel the feelings that I feel? I can't say I love him though.
Because I don't.
I just…care…about him.
"Knock knock." Someone said, rapping their knuckles on the door frame of the cockpit. I turned in the captains' chair and faced the man who has been giving my brain a headache over the past days.
"What do you want?" I asked in a rather annoyed tone.
"Aw come on Your Worship, couldn't ya be a little nicer to people?"
"To people? Yes. To you? No."
"Why? Afraid you're going to feel something princess?" He asked, moving seductively towards me as he sat down in the co-pilots chair.
I didn't say anything.
I was afraid to.
He finally changed the subject. "All right. Well…dinner'll be ready in a little bit, so make sure you come and eat."
I nodded my head. He got up and left.
Finally.
I slid back in my chair and stared up at the badly paneled ceiling. I wonder if this Lando person is going to be just like Han.
Annoying.
Egotistical.
Nerve-wr…
"DAMN IT!!!" I heard someone scream and I got up and quickly ran towards the galley.
"What? What happened?" I asked as I ran into a thick cloud of black smoke. I started to cough horribly, and then I fell on something slippery. "What cough happened cough in cough cough here??" I asked as I felt a body fall onto me.
It was Han.
Of course. Just my luck.
"Leia? Are you okay??"
Chewie growled something and then started to spray something that made the smoke clear up. I looked up and Han's head was laying on my legs.
"Han!" I said firmly and he immediately stood up. The two of us gazed at the burnt nerf steak that lay before us and I grimaced. Oh yeah, that looks appetizing. "Are we supposed to eat that?" I asked, making a face.
"Um…yeah." Han said, shoving the platter at me. "Here!" He grinned and I scoffed at him.
"Sorry, but I wouldn't eat anything that you made anyways, and I especially wouldn't eat it if it is BLACK." I turned quickly on my heel and started walking out of the galley and down the corridor.
"Leia!!!" Han chased after me.
I turned into his bedroom and closed and locked the door behind me.
"HEY!! THAT'S MY ROOM!!! GET OUT OF THERE LEIA!!!"
"No." I simply said, sitting down on his bed.
His bedroom was nothing special. His bed had a simple brown tattered blanket on top of his white and brown stained sheets. There was one dresser that had definitely seen better days, and there was a brown, poorly covered metal chair in the corner which sat next to a black metal lamp post. There were also magazine articles and random bits of paper taped onto the wall. Even though his bedroom was rather sparse, it was still rather full. He had a stack of boxes full of ration bars in the corner by the door to the fresher and his clothes were scattered all over the place. They hung over his bedpost and the chair. They were scattered all over the floor and they were hanging out of the unclosed drawers of the dresser.
"Slob." I muttered as I leaned back and ran into a mechanic book. I threw it on the floor where the rest of his stuff (including himself) belonged and then got off of the bed, the springs squeaking as my body left the mattress. I made my way to the fresher and opened up the door revealing a sonic shower in the back which looked to be fairly clean. In the front, there was a small vanity with a dirty, small mirror hung above it. I opened up the uneven, paint chipping cabinet under the sink and rummaged through his stuff. There wasn't much there. There was a disgusting blue toothbrush next to a half used tube of toothpaste. There was a half broken comb and some old towels. There were also two bottles of strong smelling conditioner and shampoo and some deodorant. I sniffed it.
EWWWW!!!
It smelled horrible. In the back there was an almost empty bottle of cheap cologne and some opened packs of soap. I closed the cabinet and walked back into his bedroom. He's such a slob!!!
I stepped on a couple of empty ration bar wrappers as I made my way towards his bed. I started to sweat. I mean, I couldn't help it; my snowsuit was just too hot for this kind of heat. I looked around for something to wear.
Sure, there were clothes, but…they were Han's clothes. I picked up one of his shirts and sniffed it. I made a cringed face, but then relaxed. I sniffed it again. Wait. It doesn't smell bad. In fact, it smells…good. I smelled like that deodorant, cologne, shampoo, grease, and…sweat. I quickly took off my clothes and changed into his shirt and some of his old fighter pants. I took out my complicated braids and braided one lone braid down my back. I laid down onto his bed and looked up at the gray ceiling before I saw a paper being slipped under my door.
I gazed curiously at it and then walked towards the door, cautiously picking it up. It said:
Don't worry princess. Only 25 days, 14 hours, 11 minutes and 8 seconds left.
-Han
So there's the first chapter. What did you guys think? I know it was bad. So don't rub it in… NO FLAMES!!! Oh, and give me some ideas of what should happen later please?
Thanks,
Alexandra
