It had been exactly 1 year, 2 months, 14 days and 12 hours since Leia Organa had first met the smuggler Han Solo, not that she was counting. She supposed the only reason she knew how long it had been was because she had met him the same day as her life had been destroyed, and not because of whatever it was she felt for him, but there was still the possibility.

Sure, she had met a Farmboy and a Wookiee that day too…but there was just something about the scoundrel that intrigued her, and that's why as she set out to his ship she was determined to have her questions answered.

He had met her in her quarters many times…more like found her…and had helped her sleep. He knew so many of her secrets, but she knew none of his, other than he flew a ship named the Millennium Falcon and had a Wookiee for a best friend, not that those were much of a secret to begin with.

The ramp was down when she reached the Falcon's hull, and she slowly walked up and into the ship. "Han?" she called out quietly, not quite sure why she was whispering.

It didn't take long before she heard the common string of Corellian swears coming from one of the holds, and she followed the sound, pressing the button to open the door.

"Hey Sweetheart" he commented after glancing up at her. He was sitting casually on the floor, working on the ever-repair-needing hyperdrive.

"Captain" she returned formally.

He continued working, "Can I help you with anything?"

"Sort of" she replied. "I was actually wondering if you needed help with anything."

This stopped him and he slowly stood and moved towards her. "You ok?" he asked. Leia was surprised by his sincerity.

"I'm fine, I just had a few minutes and wanted to make use of my time."

"Well it seems to me that you only show up here when you're upset about something…other than me of course."

Leia let out a small laugh, "I guess I do come here when I'm upset, but I've come other times too."

"Oh yeah?" Han asked, sitting on a nearby crate. "Like when?"

"Well there were the times you invited me and Luke for dinner."

"That was me inviting you Sweetheart, not you coming on your own" he pointed out.

"Fine. What about when I need to find you for a meeting?"

"You don't help with repairs then."

Leia seemed to consider his words. "Alright. There's always the missions!"

"That's because you have to be here. You may help with repairs while on those missions, but it's not like you have much choice." Leia said nothing more, signaling that he had won their small argument. He turned back to his work, "So what's bothering you?"

She bit her lip, "You."

Han stopped working for the second time and slowly turned to face her. "Me?" he asked, pointing a finger towards himself.

Leia just slowly nodded.

"I knew it."

"Knew what?" she asked quickly.

"You're just helplessly in love with me and you're just here to tell me because you couldn't stand another minute without letting me know."

"You've got to be joking."

"Am I really the one who's joking here?" he returned with a smug look on his face.

Leia cleared her throat, "first of all, I'm not in love with you. In fact, you'd be the last person I'd be in love with ever. Second, the reason I said you're bothering me is because you know so much about me but I know nothing about you."

The teasing look on his face dissipated, "Well don't be expecting to get any answers. I'm a closed book."

"So am I…to everyone but you. You're the only one who knows I was tortured, who knows they made me watch."

Now a look of shock fell on his face, "I'm the only one? Why haven't you told..."

"It doesn't matter why I didn't tell them, I just didn't."

Han was silent for a moment. "Well, just because you're comfortable sharing your darkest secrets with me doesn't mean I'm comfortable sharing mine at all" he said coldly before walking out of the room and towards the galley.

"I bet Chewie could answer some of my questions" she pointed out while half running to keep up with his long stride.

He stopped short and she almost ran into him. "Listen Sweetheart," he started angrily, "I think we both know that the only reason you've told me anything is because you love me and maybe because I'm not as much of a scoundrel as you think I am. But I don't want to hear your sob stories if it means I'm going to have to share my secrets. The past is behind me for a reason, and I'm not going to get myself in any more trouble than I already am."

Leia stood her ground, and simply replied, "Well guess what, you're certainly in more trouble now than you were 10 seconds ago."

Han watched as Leia stalked off his ship, and he almost went after her, but he didn't. He just stood where he was, watching her go, and wondering how hard it would have really been to tell her a little more about himself.


It had been 1 year, 2 months, 14 days and 16 hours since Han Solo had met Leia Organa, not that he was counting. But maybe he was. Maybe this whole time he had been counting, wondering how long he was going to stay with this group of Rebels just for a girl that seemed to hate him as much as Chewie hated knots.

But there was something about Leia that was different from any other girl he had met, and for some reason she had a hold over him he couldn't explain. He had a want to protect her from everything that could bring her harm, and he wanted to hold her in his arms when she was distraught…or even just when she was happy. Just having her in his arms would be good enough.

Yet she was right. He knew so many of her secrets. Like how when she was upset, she liked to repair things and would often show up on the Falcon in the middle of the night. He knew that she had nightmares almost every night, and that they were all focused around her loss of Alderaan and the death of the life she loved so much. He knew she was tortured, and he knew stories of her childhood, but she knew nothing. Nothing at all of his childhood or of his relationship with Chewie.

And that was why he was heading towards her quarters now. It was late, much later than he should be walking to her room for the fear that someone might get the wrong impression…an impression that he would enjoy, but wanted to avoid for the sake of the Princess.

He had tried to continue repairs earlier after she had left, but found himself unable to and sulked on his ship for much of the past few hours before making the decision to seek her out. As he reached her quarters and held a hand up to the door, he heard a light sob from the other side.

Not bothering to knock, he entered the security code and the door slid open. She took no notice of his presence until he sat gently on her bed next to her.

"What do you want?" she asked, curling further into her mess of pillows and blankets.

He sighed, "I used to have nightmares. They were about when I was a kid on the streets, and then on Shrike's ship. Nothing like your nightmares, I'm sure, but they were still nightmares."

Leia slowly turned, her eyes puffy and red and her cheeks wet from the tears. "You did?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah."

"And what about now?"

"I guess I have one once and a while."

"What are they about?" she asked.

Han sighed again and sat back against the headboard of her bed, "You I guess."

"Me?" Leia asked, moving to lean against him the same way she always did when he came like this. "You have nightmares about me?"

"Occasionally."

"What happens?" she continued, her breathing becoming more steady.

"You die, or you're tortured again. Anything like that really. Just that you're hurting and there's nothing I can do. I have similar nightmares about Luke and Chewie…of course" he added awkwardly.

"Oh."

"Yeah." Then they sat there, Han slowly rubbing circles on her back to soothe her and Leia pressed up against him, her head on his chest.

"Han?" she asked a while later, breaking their silence.

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad you came…tonight, and the other nights."

He looked down at her, "Oh yeah?" She just nodded slowly and he kissed her forehead. "Want to know something else?" he asked, and she nodded again, "I'm terrified that you'll get hurt again."

"What do you mean?"

"That you'll get captured on some mission and I won't be there to rescue you. That you'll die or be hurt and it will be all my fault. I just don't want you to go through any more pain. You've had enough of it."

"You could say that again" she added quietly. "I do have another question though. My dad always told me that in order to understand what someone's been through, you have to have gone through it yourself. You understand what I've been through Han…but what I don't understand is what happened to you."

Han was silent.

"Han?"

"I…Leia…I want you to know that I do care about you, and I'll answer your questions…but my statement still stands. My past is behind me for a reason."

"Wait…you care about me?"

"Yeah, in that friend-who-comforts-you-every-night kind of way." They both laughed and Leia snuggled closer to his warm form, his arm coming to wrap around her back and hold her against him and he kissed the top of her head, "Now get some sleep."


General Rieekan watched as Han Solo finally exited the Princess' quarters a few hours later, but he wasn't worried. Nothing serious had happened between the two, nothing other than repairs.

Since Leia was a little girl, she had always insisted that helping with the repairs on a ship in the yard made her feel better. It helped her slow down and let the anger ease away. But what she didn't realize is that the repairs applied to more than just spaceships.

Rieekan had seen it from day one, the Smuggler and the Princess would understand each other. Occasionally they would break down and go their separate ways for a few days, but eventually one always came back and repaired the relationship.

Oh yes, he knew how it would be for the rest of their lives. Han would never leave Leia for good, and Leia would never leave Han. It would be the same way it had been for the past year, 2 months, 14 days and 19 hours. It would be that way forever.


Happy Valentine's Day everyone! While some people are out on dates and such, I prefer to spend my Valentine's Day Han style...Solo.

And so, I decided sometime last week that I'd be sure to have a new chapter or story come out on Valentine's Day...and this is what I came up with. I wanted to do a new addition to "Repairs" a long time ago, but it just didn't happen until now. I might write another short story yet tonight, but I'm not sure. I'm currently watching The Muppets Treasure Island, so I'm half paying attention to that and half paying attention to what I'm writing.

And so, have a great day, and if you feel so inclined, please review! I hope you enjoyed this shorter chapter!