This fic probably takes place a little before the Battle of Endor.

Disclaimer: Do I sound like George Lucas?

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Something New

Han Solo did not know how to describe what she did to him. It was….extraordinary. Different. New.

Luke called it love. Chewbacca called it soul. He called it chaos.

But he did love her. He knew that. But only because of a certain Imperial prisoner.

Captain Jargon DeSalvo of the 432nd legion. He had long, black hair and a thin beard that circled his mouth. He had the face of a lover, eyes like stars. He was a dreamer, someone who didn't have both feet planted firmly on the ground. He was happy, even in the custody of the Rebellion. A rebellion Han still couldn't believe he had joined…. But Leia could be very persuasive when she wanted to be.

Han had been the one to interrogate him. "Hello, Captain."

"Captain," DeSalvo smirked. He smoothed back his hair.

"Now," Han said, taking a seat across from him. "Tell me about your little ball in the sky."

Jargon leaned forward, a glint in his star-like silver eyes, "Tell me about your girl."

Han's heart skipped a beat, "What girl?"

"Come on, Solo. I know when a man's lovesick and you're one sick man! Tell ol' Captain DeSalvo all about her." He leaned back smugly.

"What do you know about love? You destroyed a planet!"

"That was Grand Moff Tarkin. Not me. I loved Anderaan. Tell me about your girl, and I'll tell you about the Death Star 2."

Han raised an eyebrow, "So if I tell you about my girl, assuming I have one, you're going to spill on the Death Star?"

The Imp nodded. "The Empire's dead anyway. I've seen you guys. Plus, you have Lord Vader's little boy. You got spirit, and passion. My men, hell, the Empire in general, we don't have that." He grinned, "I also like love stories."

Han rolled his eyes. What a weirdo. "Fine, fine. Her name's Leia. She's beautiful." His eyes glowed with passion. "She's smart."

He pictured her in his mind, her long hair flowing behind her, a crooked smile breaking her face. Her hand in his. "She's beautiful. And she's interesting. She's witty. She fights when she has to."

"Is she good with a blaster?"

Back to back in combat, fighting for each other. "Yes."

He nodded slowly, rubbed his beard fondly. "Do you love her?"

"What?"

"Do. You. Love. Her?"

Did her love her? What? "I don't know."

"You do. You just have to dig deeper. It's there. And you're going to tell her sometime soon."

He rubbed his temples. Maybe he was right. No, no. This Imperial was a bloodsucker, he wouldn't know love if it shot him. He got up and left, while DeSalvo snickered quietly, even after the door was closed.

Han strode away from the room quickly. This guy was probably insane. Probably.

But the next time he saw her, he knew. Now it was just a matter of time before he let go…