Doctor
Counting his heavy footsteps – ten each way – Han willed his heart to stop beating so damned fast. He wasn't running a marathon, after all. He was pacing back and forth. And he was really nervous.
Really nervous.
So nervous that if he had to wait any longer, he'd start pulling his hair from his scalp. Strand after strand after strand if he had to.
Another quick glance at his wrist chrono told him that exactly three minutes had passed since the last time he'd checked the time.
Three.
Minutes.
He groaned and grimaced.
Where the hell was that damned Doctor?
Companion
At a young age, he'd given up on the dream, or rather the fantasy, that there was someone special out there meant to be with him. A soulmate if you will. Han wasn't your average perfect son-in-law – by no means. And most people who met him more or less tried to stay as far away from him as possible. He supposed he just had that look certain about him. Sometimes he could actually be nice if he wanted to be but people seldom gave him the chance to prove it.
But she had seen him.
She had truly, truly…seen him.
Time
He spun around on his heel when he heard light footsteps approaching from behind. But it wasn't the Doctor. It was Leia and she was irritated. And going by the look in her eyes that irritation was meant for him.
"Time and time again I tell you to stop overreacting." She murmured. "But you never listen." She lifted a bandaged hand and wiggled her fingers. "See? My hand is still attached. No need to worry."
He hated that snippy tone. "You were bleeding all over the kitchen."
"I'm fine!"
But he caught her smile when she hurried to pass him.
Space
He parked the speeder in its usual space and sat back against the leather seat. He blew out a breath and rubbed his brow. They hadn't spoken the entire ride home.
"That cut looked pretty deep." He said into the quiet.
"It was." She shifted her gaze towards him and reached to the side to take his hand into hers. "Thank you. I was just annoyed, that's all."
"And all that blood kind of made me sick, just so you know."
She lifted a brow. "Since when does blood make you sick?"
He squirmed in his seat. "It was yours."
Dimensions
Compared to his old life, this was like another dimension for him. The days of going out and looking for trouble were over. No more fun out in bar brawls, no more provocative comments just to annoy those he didn't like.
He glanced over to the other side of the bed and sighed, content. She was beautiful in the dimly lit bedroom. Who'd have thought he'd turn out to be a decent guy someday?
She'd truly made an honest man out of him. And that was a good thing.
He smiled into the dark.
It was the best thing ever.