This is sort of a gift to YKW, who is quite delightful. He's had to deal with my excessive messaging habits, complete with weird pictures of the Avengers all the way to my rekindled Han Solo obsession. His inbox would not agree for it has experienced my wrath, and his right shoulder is mine.


"Where to next, Princess?" Han asked me, a slight smile and a twinkle in his eye. We were preparing to finally leave Endor after a week of exploring, creating weird and entertaining stories to enthrall Luke with. But where could I go? Alderaan was gone, and I didn't really have anything that needed to be done.

"Anywhere, really. I'm not that picky. As long as we don't get there too fast." I joked, "The odds of getting the hyper drive to work are" Han cut me off, putting a hand over my mouth.

"Are you really going to do that?" We laughed, remembering when it had become nearly unbearable to fly with C-3PO in the cockpit. Eventually it turned into a repetitive joke that we only made when Han was about to do something that had an unknown outcome. When Chewbacca came back from doing a few touch ups on the exterior of the ship, we left. Han didn't say where we were going, or what we were going to do there, but I wanted something exciting. I was craving adventure and romance, hopefully both found in the same place. Once in the air, Han set a course and let the ship fly itself. He had much more important matters to concern himself with; Chewbacca had challenged him to a game of chess, and you don't refuse a Wookie unless you have a burning desire to have your legs extended.

"I don't know what I'd do if I wasn't able to be a slimy, no good, double-crossing scoundrel." Han said, after he lost to Chewy in chess. We were talking about how much things had changed, from being on our toes constantly to now having not much that needed to be done. Sure, there would be another uprising of some sort somewhere, or another bad guy that had a death wish, and we would be there in the bat of an eye. But after a while, I had a feeling Han would get very restless and unsure of what to do with his life. There was a certain instability to his chosen career because he didn't have anyone to work for, no nasty gangsters for him to end up in debt with. Maybe now he had room for a love life, particularly the one with me in it.

"You'll always be a scoundrel to me." I said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek and gently embracing him in my arms. He loved me, and with that knowledge I felt as if the world was complete. I had spent the entire time in space when I had first met him wondering if love at first sight did exist, and why it didn't feel like it had in the stories my mom had read me. Why did I have to fall in love with such a ragged, mischievous smuggler that acted like he had never felt a touch of love in his heart. Yet over time, I believed that if he were to leave me, a part of me would die. Without a home, with all my family and friends dead, there would have been no point. But now that I've found my brother and someone who loved me just as much as I loved them, things were wonderful.

We giggled over pointless things, whispered sweet nothings into each other's ears. He pulled me into his lap so that we could see who had the better ability to make people uncomfortable. I felt somewhat awkward when the conversation had shifted into the impracticability of the dress that I was wearing when we first met. How the white of the dress worked as a sort of camouflage, but was very good at inconveniencing me. Soon we were talking about that horrendous outfit that Jabba had put me into. Although it seemed that Lando and Han had both appreciated it, I wasn't too big of a fan. It was drifty and cold, and made me feel very uncomfortable. It seemed that all this talk about clothing reminded Han of something. To be honest, I had gotten used to the smell he had acquired after working day in and day out to keep the galaxy safe.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to go clean up. It's been a while.'' I nodded, realizing that he wasn't offered the same luxuries from the Ewoks as I had received without any questions asked. It was possible that they had asked me if I was okay with them stealing all my clothing, forcing me into a bath, and then forcing me into another dress, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. Han had shown up though, and had nearly ended up as the main course to a banquet held for C-3PO, and so I could only assume that they were still wary of him. Maybe a sense of misunderstanding had sprung up between Han and the little furry creatures, as they had tried to cook him. Giving me a quick kiss on the cheek, Han left. Chewy suggested that I play a game of chess against him as well, but I had forgotten how to play it. Instead, I explored the ship. All the times I had been on it, and never had I gotten a grand tour of the thing, probably due to the rebellion and the extensive damage that had been done to the ship that made it even more terrifying to be on.

There wasn't much to see, unless you were fond of shaky and unstable looking parts of the floor and wall. It still amazed me that something that looked so trashy would work so well, and sometimes even do what Han boasted it could. After a while, I figured out that the ship had been built in a circular form, making things easier to access if you had to move quickly. Afraid that if I even bumped into something that it would break, I used extra precautions that seemed useless as I neared the end of my impromptu tour.

Reaching the end of the circle, I opened one of the doors in the hall, letting my sense of curiosity get the best of me. Inside revealed that it was Chewbacca's room, which was easily told by the state of the room. There was a large mattress on the floor, the metal bed frame attached to the wall used for holding his trinkets and objects of sentimental value. It was unorganized room, but that was a given, as Han was in favor of doing outlandish maneuvers that sometimes ended up with us flying sideways. Feeling like this was oddly intrusive on the furry copilot's behalf, I closed the door and went down to the other door that looked like it led to a bunk.

This one was probably Han's, and it looked just like I thought it would have. On the metal frame there was a mattress, with some thin sheets stretched over it. Extra blankets were piled on a corner of the small bed, as well as a lumpy pillow. His sheets were mismatched, a bright blue fitted sheet with a grey comforter, a white pillow case. The floor was an assorted mess of magazines with women and spaceships, blueprints, and green bottles. Scattered among them were the odd pen, sometimes a sock, a bottle lid. On the walls were poorly tacked up pictures of various spaceships, and a small little drawing of some beautiful beaches, that were drawn roughly yet it looked beautiful. I got close up to it, seeing that it was signed in the corner with a long scribble.

"Glad to see you found my room." I turned on my heels, only to find a nearly nude Han Solo leaning on the door frame. His hair was damp, as was the rest of his body, with a towel wrapped around his waist. If I had thought that his smile was simply wonderful, the rest of him fit the smile perfectly. It was as if he was taunting me, trying to get me to do something I knew I would regret later.