A/N: Hello everybody! I promised myself that I wouldn't start another story until I finished my first one, but this one was practically begging to be posted. Write me! Write me! Any who, I beg you all to review this story especially if you want to see it continued. The same goes for my other story, which hasn't been getting nearly as many reviews as it normally does. Speaking of which, the last vote I pulled on that story was a tie if you've been reading it which is why I didn't reveal the winner in the last chapter, so I need more votes. If the rest of you want to find out more about it, you'll have to read the story wont you? I will be writing both stories at the same time now I'm not abandoning the other one that is very important. And like I said before, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!! REVIEW!
Leia sighed loudly when she walked into her room. Han had everything on the floor. Again. She was absolutely determined to rid him of his bad habit of leaving clothes on the floor before the wedding, which was a year away. 'I wonder if that's enough time?' she thought to herself.
"Oh Master Han, I really don't think you should be touching thaaaaa!"
"Not again," Leia muttered, leaving her room for the living room where she had left Han and 3P0 alone. Not the best idea in retrospect. She found Han sitting on the couch, watching the big podrace on the holo…and 3P0's head next to him.
"HAN!!"
"YIPES!"
"What did you do to 3P0?!" Leia yelled.
"What does it look like I did?" he retorted.
"Han!!"
"He wouldn't shut up! I couldn't hear the commentary!"
"Who cares about the commentary?"
"I do! He kept sayin' stuff like, 'Oh, that driver will never make that turn,' and 'Oh another crash! What a vulgar sport!'" Han said, doing his best impression of the protocol droid. Leia couldn't help but smile at that.
"Han, I need him for work. Do you know anyone else who can speak fluently,"
"In over six million languages, I know! He says it every other two minutes."
"Now I have to call Luke to fix him!"
"No, no, no. I can fix him."
"No you can't!" Leia laughed.
"You don't know that I can't!" Han pointed out.
"I don't know that you can," Leia retorted.
"Listen at least let me try. If there's somethin' wrong with em, I'll call Luke," Han offered. Leia thought about it.
"Alright!" she agreed. "But if you make him worse…"
"Don't worry your Worship! His head is detached from his body. How could I possibly make him worse!" Han replied as he got up to get the toolbox. When he was out of earshot Leia muttered,
"I have a bad feeling about this."
"See, look! Good as new!" Han exclaimed after tightening the last bolt on 3P0's neck.
"You're sure you did this right?" Leia asked
"A course I am sure!" Han replied as he flipped up the on switch.
"Oh! What happened?"
"Nothing 3P0. Could you… help me put away this laundry?" Leia asked slowly, pointing to a basket of folded clothes.
"Of course Mistress Leia! Do you want me to clean up this mess when we're finished?" 3P0 asked.
"No that's Han's job," Leia answered with a smirk. Han's smile of triumph disappeared.
"Oh my," the droid muttered worriedly.
"Yep," Han said, a scowl now on his face. "He's fine."
As 3P0 put the clothes away, Leia watched him very carefully. He didn't seem to be having any trouble moving his limbs or experiencing loss of sight. 'That son of a bantha really did it!' she thought.
"Mistress Padme, where do you want me to put these socks?"
"Padme! Who in the galaxy is Padme?! 3P0 it's me, Leia!" she yelled.
"That's what I said, Mistress Leia."
"No. You said Padme."
"I'm sorry Mistress Leia, but I don't know any Padme. You must have misheard me," the golden droid replied.
"No I…yes, you're right, that…must be it. The socks go in this drawer 3P0."
"Thank-you."
"Leia stared at the droid for what must have been another half an hour, and he didn't make another slip. But who was Padme? Leia had a nagging feeling in the back of her head. Whoever Padme was, and although she didn't know why, she was now determined to find out.