A challange oneshot for funnzies, or at least I think its a oneshot. I always seem to say that and they never stay one shots. Anywho
Disclamer: not mine and all that jazz.
Warnings: Implied slash
Han had been friends with Luke for nearly five years now, it seems like so much longer looking back. More had happened in the five years with Luke then his whole life, and that was saying a lot, Han Solo wasn't known for living a sheltered life.
It seemed like a millennium since he had meet a head strong youth and old man wanting nothing more then a ride to Alderaan.
So much had changed, Luke had become a powerful and wise Jedi before his eyes. Come to think of it Han had changed a lot, he was just a cocky, half cocked smuggler then, worth noting more then a bounty to anyone except Chewie. Now, now he had a high , respectable, rank in the Rebel force, Friends that he would (and on several occasions almost did) die for, and that felt better then any amount money did.
For a while he had Leia as well. He did love Leia, her fiery personality, her dry wit, and loving heart, He wanted things to work out with her. He would have been ok, marring her, having kids, and all that jazz. He was complete ready to commit to her at that point, suppressing the tiny voce that seemed to scream that he was making the biggest mistake of his life. After a while the voice quitted, slowly but surely he was certain that he loved Leia. He could lie to him self and make him self believe it, and he could lie to Leia about loving her, he did, but not the way that she wanted, needed. She could even pretend to believe that nothing was wrong, that they were happy and in love. That was how they were to the world, but every day they seemed to grow more apart, arguing over the tiniest things, finding excuses to sleep in different rooms. That is when he began to spend more and more time with Luke, He had always been sexually attracted to Luke, but it was just Lust at first. Coreillans after all were considered the most sexually active and excepting race in the galaxy. No wonder why their was so many half Coreillans in the worlds.
The more time he spent with Luke, the more he felt, confusion, wanting, quilt, Love? It was similar it what he felt for Leia, but it infected his entire body, spreading from his chest to his finger tips all the way down to his feet. His breath came short, his heart skipped beats, boy that was annoying. He began to notice Luke more and more as well, the shape of his lips, the way his hair fell in to his face, his forget-me-not blue eyes, those eyes, Han saw more in Luke's eyes in one moment, then in any other humanoid or alien in the galaxy. That blue had become his favorite color, but he could only find it in Lukes eyes, that stunning blue color was only found in one place, or so he thought.
One night after a vicious fight, he climbed in to bed next to her form,
"I'm sorry, I have just felt so, confused lately." He whispered, She turned and met his eyes. Han gasped. Lukes eyes,
"Me too." She said and kissed him,
"I love you Han Solo." She met his eyes again,
"I love you too, Luke."
Afterwards she had said nothing to him for weeks, despite his efforts to confront her, If Leia wanted to disappear, she could. Han sort of wished he had that ability when Jabba was alive.
Finally he corned her, she had no way of escaping,
"Leia, listen-" She cut him off, looked his straight in the eye, showing no emotion at all,
"If you hurt him, I will end your life." The pure unfeeling coldness in her voice sent chills down his spine, That was all she said before walking past him and never turning back. Han lost a pair of stunning blue eyes that day, but that was another thing he learned during his 5 years among the skywalkers, some times you have to lose to win.