So, this is my very first Star Wars fanfiction. It's been in my head for some time now, and now that I've finally written the first chapter to my liking, I figure I ought to start sharing it so I start going somewhere with it.

Plot: What if Leia was given to her uncle and aunt, whilst Luke was given to Bail Organa?

Now, I know that this has been done before, but I don't think I've seen anyone think about how Leia is not the same as Luke personality-wise. Most people have tended to simply copy the script of Episode IV, whereas really, I think that Luke and Leia would have probably been treated differently by their peers, because they are of different genders, and because they have different personalities.

Of course, film Leia and Luke will be different from my version of Leia and Luke, because they have been raised differently, but underneath it all, they should retain similar character traits. Luke will probably be similar to Anakin whereas Leia taking after her mother.

In general, this should stick to the plot of ANH, but I might change stuff up. I'll see how I feel about it.

Sooooooooo... Let's see how this turns out...

DISCLAIMER- All rights go to Lucas (the bastard) and whoever else helped out with the Star Wars films.

Warnings: mentions of sex, drunk, mentions of child neglect

UPDATE 17.07.2017- This story is undergoing edits in order to incorporate the existence of the Rogue One story which was released last year. I will start properly updating this story as soon as I have edited the chapters I currently have published online :)

Mos Eisley Cantina was not the ideal party venue, but by this point, everyone, except Leia Skywalker, was too out of it to really care.

For most people, being able to watch their intoxicated friends would have been a dream come true. But Leia was not most people. The only thing on her mind was keeping an eye on the other people in the Cantina and making sure they didn't drug, rape or kill any of her friends. She knew, from experience, that the people who frequented the Cantina were not to be crossed.

How, out of all of her friends, not one of them had noticed any of the multitude of dangers, she didn't know. It wasn't like the Cantina regulars were being subtle about their annoyance or gross interest in the group of newbies. There was no way Leia was going to let down her guard; it was so blatantly obvious that something bad was going to happen that she could practically sense the inevitable disaster.

She had managed to grab hold of Dax and forced him to stay close to her. Despite that fact that he was so drunk, Leia was pretty much holding him upright, his presence by her side warded off many of the leering gazes that she was getting from the older clientele of the place. Whilst it did bug her that to avoid harassment she had to pretend she was already with someone, she definitely preferred it to the alternative.

"Great eighteenth birthday party, Kata," Leia muttered to herself, keeping an eye on the tall, slender girl, who was steadily grinding on some random older man, ready to dive over to rescue her from getting knocked up if necessary. She wasn't even sure why she had even risked coming to this party; it was not fun, or at least she hadn't drunk enough for it to be fun. Truthfully, she didn't want to be like Kata, hooking up with some sleazy dude in a corner.

At least she was there to keep an eye on everyone, even though they were all idiots for drinking too much.

Her cover story to Owen and Beru hadn't been too difficult to come up with. Every standard month, Leia and Owen would go up to Mos Eisley to restock the farm, but her uncle had hurt his back whilst working a few days ago. Leia offered to take the trip with Dax, knowing that they would be more likely to say yes if she had company, saying she would stay the night at Kata's place before coming back the next day.

Technically, she hadn't even lied to them, just omitted the fact that she would be at a party for the better half of the night and that most of her other friends would be at Kata's apartment too. They had agreed easily. Beru and Owen knew she could handle herself and trusted her to be sensible enough.

Like not drink.

Or have "fun".

Looking around at her friends, Leia sighed and resigned herself to clear up duty.

It was around half-eleven when Dax abandoned her. Leia gave a start in her seat when the person next to her was a Wookie, not Dax bewilderedly gazing at his drink. The shriek that escaped her mouth was not loud enough to draw much attention, but the furry figure next to her whipped his head around at the sound, narrowing his eyes.

"I'm sorry," she managed to say, without sounding too shaky or fearful. "I was just surprised."

He didn't speak, just gave her a miffed grunt and proceeded to ignore her. Leia gave a sigh of relief as she ducked into an alcove which was only slightly less noisy than the main space. Wookies were not a common species people would normally encounter out and about, and she really didn't want to accidentally irritate one of them.

Slumping against the wall, she closed her eyes for a moment of peace. Exhaustion was getting to her and she felt her mind becoming less and less focused, despite her mental struggle to stay alert for her friends. It was the only reason she was still in the Cantina now. In reality, all she longed for at that moment was a warm bed to curl up and sleep in.

"What is a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?"

Her eyes snapped open. Ice slithered down her spine, rooting her to the spot.

This is what you get when you let your guard down, you stupid girl, she thought, anger and fear coursing through her body.

Tentatively, she looked over her shoulder and came face to face with a man. He was tall, much taller than she was (although that was not a difficult feat), with tanned skin and dark brown hair. He didn't look much older than she was.

Or maybe he was. She couldn't be sure.

He had this childish air about him: the playful, cocky smirk that graced his face; the relaxed confident way he leant against the wall of the alcove behind her and the twinkle in his eyes. But at the same time, he had a worn look about him, like he had been through much in life. She couldn't quite place his age, which would usually have disquieted her but, for some bizarre reason, she wasn't.

"Party," she finally managed to blurt out, shaking herself out of her stunned daze, pointing at the throng of her friends that were still dancing, despite having been here for almost three hours.

He gestured to the table. "Want to chat?" he asked. "It looks like you are a bit lonely."

She raised her eyebrows. "I'm not lonely," she remarked, indignantly.

"You've been wandering around the Cantina on your own, keeping an eye on your drunk friends and all in all, not really having much to do." He smiled, less of an arrogant smirk and more of a genuine, friendly smile. "I'll even help you herd them all back to wherever you are staying tonight."

Leia gave him a puzzled look. "Would you actually?" she asked him, confused, but moving to sit down in the chair he had offered.

He shrugged. "Sure, I've got nothing better to do and I don't really think any of your friends are in the right mind to actually help you, so unless you want to escort ten intoxicated people on your own, I'm happy to give you a hand."

"Okay. Thanks." She was still a little hesitant, but for once, the guy seemed genuine.

"So, what's your name?" he asked, the grin reverting back to the irritating smirk. She was tempted to reach out and slap his face, it annoyed her so much, but knew that there was no way she was going to get everyone back to Kata's apartment without his help.

"Why do you want to know?" she said, the bite in her voice returning as she glared at him from across the table.

"Maybe I'm interested," he said, rocking back on his chair to pick at the peeling paint on the wall behind. "You aren't a regular customer of the Cantina because I've never seen you before-"

"I'm not."

"But I have seen some of your friends before."

Leia began inspecting her nails, unable to maintain constant eye contact with him. "I'm not from Mos Eisley. I live somewhere else."

"Right."

They fell silent, the noise of the various people dulled by the alcove they sat in.

"You know," began the man, just when Leia thought things could not get more awkward. "I have a ship."

"Yeah?"

He nodded, his expressions softening into an almost wistful haze. "I won her from someone in a game of sabacc. He wasn't impressed when he realised he had lost, but there you are."

"What sort?"

"Modified YT-1300."

Leia snorted. "Sounds like you won a rusty tin to me."

She was surprised when the man's eyes flashed in fury, his face contorting sharply. "Hey! That rusty tin can make it point five past lightspeed."

She raised her eyebrows. "Seriously? YT-1300's were made before the rise of the Empire, so how you managed to find one that still flies, I don't know."

"You'd be surprised." He had seemed to have gotten past his initial annoyance at her dismissal of his ship. "I gave her some upgrades after I won her. Chewie is my co-pilot."

Leia raised an eyebrow. "Who's Chewie?"

"Chewbacca. He's my friend, the Wookie you bumped into earlier."

"Oh. You're friends with a Wookie?"

"He owes me a life debt. I saved him."

There was another awkward silence.

"I'll show her to you if you want."

"What, the ship?"

He nodded.

"Now?"

"Why not?"

Leia looked around, tempted to leap out of her seat when she saw Dax hitting on a random woman. "I'd rather keep an eye on these idiots in case they start doing something stupid." Her eyes furrowed when she realised someone was missing. "Have you seen Kata?"

"Who?"

"My friend. It's her birthday party but I can't see her anymore." Leia stood up, shuffling around in the cramped alcove to try and get free of the claustrophobic space. "I think I know where she is anyway."

"Need any help?"

But Leia was already beginning to weave her way through the crowds of people, eyes darting around for any sight of the birthday girl. The writhing mass of bodies was beginning to overwhelm her when she finally caught a glimpse of Kata through the crowd, thanks to her hair. She would regularly dye her pale blond hair blue and purple at the tips, which certainly made her stand out. Most of the time, Leia would complain that the striking hairstyle would bring them unwarranted attention, but for once she was somewhat relieved that the look made it easier for her to find her friend in crowds such as these.

That being said, it was probably also the reason why Kata was now hitting it off quite well with the random guy now tailing her. He was at least twice her age, if not older and Leia was positive that the two of them were making a beeline for the back room. The guy was obviously as drunk as she was, stumbling a little as he attempted to grope her as well as speed-walk.

"Kriffing hell, Kata," she muttered under her breath, steeling herself as she began to push her way back through the crowd, cursing her choice in friends. She loved Kata, but there were times in which she really was a bit stupid, although she really shouldn't judge considering that the girl was under the influence of alcohol.

They got into the back room before Leia could stop them. Maybe it was due to their drunken haze that they forgot to lock the door, but Leia wasn't going to complain. She barged into the room, practically heaving the random stranger off her friend whilst simultaneously dragging a somewhat bedraggled Kata onto her feet.

"Sorry, but it's time to go home now," Leia told her, barely giving the protesting man a glance, completely unperturbed by the awkwardness of the situation. She ignored Kata's complaints when she said she knew what she was doing. "You don't even have the implant yet," she pointed out, fixing the taller girl's hair. "You really want to explain to your parents if you accidentally get pregnant?"

"They don't care!" Kata half-yelled. "All they care about is gambling and betting money we don't have. If I got pregnant, they wouldn't even notice." She burst into tears.

Leia sighed, giving her a hug. "You would notice, though. They wouldn't let you join the Rebellion if you were pregnant. Don't risk your dreams because of recklessness."

Kata nodded, tearfully, burying her face into the younger girl's shoulder.

"Come on. Let's go home. I think we have all had enough."

The man had passed out on the floor, to Leia's relief. She really didn't want to have to deal with him as well; her friends were trouble enough.

"Are you sure you don't want any help."

Leia gave a yelp of surprise, startling Kata, before realising it was just the cute guy from earlier. "Kriff, you scared me!"

"Sorry." He looked genuinely apologetic, his face soft and honest. Something within her seemed to shift as he stood a little awkwardly, running his hands through his hair in such a manner that for once she didn't think before she spoke. "I would love some help." She gave him a timid smile.

It might have become the most ill thought decision that she had ever made. She was glad that it didn't.

"So, what is your name?" he asked, picking Kata up bridal style when he noticed that she was practically falling asleep on Leia.

"Leia Skywalker. And you?"

"Han Solo. Nice to meet you."

Please R&R! I really wanna know what you think!

~Leo