Title: Bury Me Deep Inside Your Heart.
Pairing: Luke/Han. Slash.
Rating: T, may become an M.
Summary: Luke's always had feelings for Han, but he deals stoically with Han and Leia as a couple. What happens when it begins to consume him, when he can't fight it anymore?
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, or parts of the story. They belong to George Lucas, regardless of how much I'd like to own Luke Skywalker. Haha.
Author's Note: This is not my first slash, but my first Star Wars slash, so bear with me.
Prologue
It didn't matter what Ben said, I thought he was nuts for bringing us to the cantina.
I wasn't about to voice that, though. There were tons of people around who didn't seem quite too all-together, and anything I could have said might have set one off. R2 and C3PO had to wait outside, and after all the trouble they had caused us, I was a little nervous about leaving them out there. It didn't matter, though. Everything was changing in a whirlwind, and nothing seemed to matter anymore. The only thing that mattered was that we got to Alderaan, and returned the astrodroid. It wasn't when Ben fought the criminal, using his lightsaber, that made me nervous about the entire thing, but rather when he sat us down at a table.
"Han Solo, I'm captain of the Millennium Falcon."
From the moment I saw him, I realized he radiated a cocky attitude. It didn't matter that he'd yet to speak much more than a title to us, I could tell in the tone of his voice as well as the manner of his body language. I was always fairly good at telling someone's body language. He continued to speak to Ben, and I made a retort every so often. He seemed so damn sure of himself, no small comment from me would have changed anything. There was something about him, though, something that intrigued me. I didn't know yet what it was, but for some reason, he was becoming something of interest to me, slowly but surely.
"Looks like somebody's beginning to take an interest in your handiwork."
Turning to see the Stormtroopers in the cantina, I knew that we had to leave. Ben was thinking the same thing, and it was no time before we were on our feet and out of the way, slowly creeping out the door when the Stormtroopers had moved away from it. It barely took any time at all to sell my speeder, something which didn't bring in as much money as I hoped considering it was an older model, and to make our way toward the ship. Everything was running inside me, thoughts asking what I thought I was doing, thoughts asking if this was safe, and thoughts asking if I was even in my right mind. They didn't stop once I'd set a glance on the Millennium Falcon.
"What a piece of junk!"
"She'll make point five past lightspeed. She may not look like much, but she's got it where it counts, kid."
Han Solo was not just any captain defending his ship, that much I could tell. He was genuinely attached to the ship, regardless of how it looked. When he said he'd made tons of special modifications himself, I knew that there was no way he'd get rid of that ship. As I mentioned before, I was good with body language, and I could read his fairly well. He ushered for us to get onboard, saying we were a little rushed, which was fairly obvious when the Stormtroopers came in and began to shoot at us. Well, they rather began to shoot at Han, but he shot back and ran onboard as quick as he possibly could.
"Chewie, get us out of here!"
And that's how it happened, a final and wild escape from Tatooine. It was my first time ever leaving the planet, and trust it to be with someone like old Ben, a self-centered pilot, and a Wookiee. Regardless, I was fairly excited, though my nerves were still yelling at me inside my head. Meanwhile, I couldn't really grasp everything that was going on, as if it wasn't actually happening. When some Imperial ships began to go after us, that was when Ben and I joined Han and his furry mate, Chewbacca. There was so much going on, I was so curious about everything, though he didn't seem quite so impressed. I was able to get over that, though.
"Go strap yourselves in, I'm going to make the jump to lightspeed."
Finally, we would actually be getting out of there. There were many times when I felt like a child still, curious as ever, but never had I felt more like one than when Han Solo would speak to me. Perhaps it was because the majority of people I spent time with were either my own age, or much older like Ben or my Uncle Owen, whereas Han was strictly older but not by an incredible lot. Compared to him, I was a kid, but compared to someone like Ben, he would also be a kid. It was later, when the ship was all settled and on course, that Han came to join us. Ben was teaching me to use the Force, though it seemed a joke to Han.
"There's no mystical energy field that controls my destiny."
The Force was apparently a hokey religion to him, something which he definitely didn't believe in. That didn't matter to me, I had always been one for personal beliefs. If he chose not to believe in it, then so be it, but my father and Ben believed in it so I thought I would too. Han laughed at me when the remote shot me and I was unable to defend it with a lightsaber, of course he had laughed. I welcomed his laugh though, it had a sound that kept a fire burning, but I wasn't about to let him know that so I kept my face in a slight pout. Even after having defended myself without sight, Han still didn't seem to care for The Force.
"Look, good against remotes is one thing, but good against a living...that's something else."
He was bragging, he had come into a lot of luck in his life, so he marked off my skill as luck. Perhaps it was only luck, I would have been very inclined to believe him if Ben hadn't been there. Somehow, just having someone older and wiser changed my mind. I had no idea why I would have jumped to believe Han in the first place, other than the fact that he seemed to be a great negotiator. Being a smuggler, he would have had to be great at negotiations. It was when figuring out what happened to Alderaan that I was more hesitant to believe him, considering I felt in my mind that Ben was right, the Empire had destroyed it.
"The entire star fleet couldn't have destroyed the whole planet."
I didn't voice my opinion, just continued to wonder aloud, but in my mind I knew that he was both right and wrong. The entire star fleet could not have destroyed the whole planet, but it had to be the Empire. How else would Alderaan have disappeared, otherwise? We followed an Imperial fighter ship, Han had basically insisted, since he wanted to know what happened. It came up to what looked like a small moon, but it turned out instead to be the dreaded Death Star, and the Millennium Falcon was caught in the tractor beam. Han actually seemed nervous at that time, and I was even more nervous because so.
"They're not going to get me without a fight."
"You can't win, but there are alternatives to fighting."
It did partially surprise me that Han Solo, in the short time I had known him, agreed with Ben Kenobi and decided that the best idea would be to hide. Being the smuggler that he was, he had plenty of secret compartments in his ship, designed specifically for smuggling. As he showed them to us, I was relieved that all of us would fit inside. Han ushered Chewie down into one, and as he moved off to the side, he ordered me to get in as well. He climbed in the same, leaving Ben and the droids to another compartment. We were crushed together basically, Han and I, the two of us as silent as we could be while Imperials searched the ship.
It was in that moment that I realized I was feeling something, albeit small, for Captain Han Solo.