Wes Jansen stared at the holo in front of him, doing a passable imitation of a fish.
"Wes?" Han Solo waved his hand in an attempt to get the Rogue's attention. "Wes, you still with me?"
"Yeah – could you repeat that again?"
Han rolled his eyes. "I need you to babysit Jacen and Jaina for a few weeks."
"Babysit. Weeks." Wes ran a hand through his hair. "Solo, are you sure you don't smoke any of that spice you smuggle?"
The annoyance turned into a glare.
"Alright, alright, don't get your panties in a bunch." This was not good. "Why are you asking me? Wedge is around here somewhere, I'm sure he'd help."
"Wedge has an entire planet to rebuild. You don't."
Wes searched for another name – Wedge couldn't be the only other viable babysitter on this rock. "Mara Jade? What about her? Or Lando? Talon Karrde? Maybe-"
"Off-planet, all of them."
Wes's shoulders sagged. "Fine. When do you want me to come over?"
"Now."
Figures.
"Explain why I agreed to this insanity again?" Leia Organa Solo demanded, throwing the last of her clothes into the suitcase.
"Because Luke needs our help and the kids aren't allowed to save the galaxy until they're at least twenty?" Han, propped up against the doorway, watched her struggle with the suitcase.
"Not good enough." She wrenched the suitcase closed.
"Wes is the only person on Coruscant that we can trust to not kidnap them who isn't terminally busy. Unless you think Threepio is a better choice."
"No, Han, just…" She sighed. "I wish you had been able to convince Chewie to stay behind."
Shrugging, Han reminded her, "He has decided that I am the one in the most danger, and," spreading his hands helplessly, " if you want to argue with a wookiee about his life debt then be my guest, Princess. Just don't expect me to stick around to pick up the pieces."
"Traitor." Her mouth quirked with humor.
"I think I like 'scoundrel' better."
Leia wrestled the giant suitcase off the bed and walked for the door.
He blocked her.
"Scruffy-looking nerfherder was good too." He ginned wider, leaning in –
And Threepio's voice sounded from behind him.
"Excuse me, Master Han –"
"Threepio." Han glared blasterbolts at the hapless droid. "Haven't you figured out by now when we don't want to be disturbed?"
"Oh dear, I -"
Leia pushed past Han. "Threepio is just doing his job." She set the suitcase with the rest, then turned to the flustered droid.
"What were you going to say?"
"Well, Mistress Leia, I was about to inform you that you had a visitor. An ewok, if I am not mistaken, though –"
"It's Wes. Let him in, Threepio. We're expecting him."
The droid shuffled off. "Nobody ever tells me anything."