So, I kinda ran out of inspiration, which is why it's taken so long for this chapter! Sorry if it sucks, guys! And college is crazy, lol. But thanks so much for the reviews :)


"Han, can we talk?"

Oh gods, it was her. But she used his first name. That's progress, right? Han cursed himself for thinking that.

"I don't have time to banter about this with you, Your Highness. I'm sure there's a board meeting somewhere that would love you to come and complain."

"Why do you have to be so difficult? I swear, the moment I think you can't be more immature, you sink to a new level!" Han noticed her eyes narrow heatedly before she scanned down to see the towel he had loosely tied around his waist. She looked away quickly, her face flushing. He wondered if she had seen many men this way. Or any. She was so young.

"You like what you see, Princess?" his smirk broadening. "I can drop the towel if you want."

Before Leia could retort, Luke appeared by her side and squeezed her hand, an action Han noticed with a flash of jealousy. "Did you come to the Falcon to find a place to make out? 'Cause I'm heading out of this hell hole." He snarled, and Luke looked hurt.

How close were they? Rumors had been circulating about their relationship for as long as they had all known each other.

But about two weeks ago, rumors could constantly be heard throughout base. The rebels had thrown a small party – if you can call a bunch of old men in uniform a party – to boost morale. Leia had stood talking to General Reeikan most of the night until Luke asked her to dance. Han felt himself getting riled up just reliving the sight of the two of them dancing closely to a slow song, Leia's head on Luke's shoulder. The two of them disappeared, hand in hand, and Wedge swore he ran into Luke leaving Leia's apartment the next morning.

Neither of them would comment on what happened that night.

Leia pulled her hand away and shuffled away from Luke. "Solo, I came here to say that we still need you here."

"Well, I'm sure you can find someone else to jerk around." Han couldn't help feeling like the Princess sometimes used him and Luke as rag dolls she tossed around. Apart from their banter, he could feel something between them. At least, he hoped it wasn't just him.

She visibly stiffened. "I don't know what you mean. There are still a lot of missions that need to be done for the Republic and you're a fair enough pilot."

"A fair enough pilot? Let me tell you something, Your Worshipfulness. When you run out of every last pilot in the galaxy, give me a call. Otherwise, don't bother." Han spun on his heel to tug clothes on, ignoring modesty. The loud clank Leia's boots made told him she had left.

"Are you really going to say goodbye like that?" Luke asked.

Han sat down at the galley, pouring himself kaffe. "I don't know, Kid." He rubbed his forehead. "Why does she make everything so complicated?"

"Complicated," Luke murmured. He looked down at the floor instead of meeting Han's gaze.

"What does that mean?" Han barked. "Kid, I've stayed too long and risked my life too much since I followed you in your suicide mission here."

"You saved my life. But that didn't mean you were required to stay. Why are you really leaving now, Han?" Luke met his eyes, and Han wondered for the first time where the young farm boy he had met a year ago had gone.

"Haven't I made that clear? I've gotten enough money to pay back Jabba. Hey, I only stayed to keep you out of trouble!"

"What about Leia?" Luke asked softly.

"What about her?" Han poured his half-drunk cup down the drain. "I'm sure you'll be more than happy to take care of her."

"You're leaving because of what you think happened, aren't you," Luke stated.

Han realized Luke had seen the reason for his sudden departure. He had threatened leaving weekly, but the two kids were always getting into trouble and he told himself he was the only one to get them out of it. But since Wedge told him about that infamous night, he imagined Luke and Leia together whenever he was around them. Well, when he wasn't dreaming about himself with Leia – and that needed to stop.

"Why don't you tell me what happened then? You can't tell me you guys aren't-" he stopped. Why was it so hard to say?

"I know how you feel about Leia." Luke said solemnly.

"What spice are you on? You see how we fight with each other!"

"You fight with each other to cover the fact you're in love with each other! I don't know a lot about your past, but I think you've been hurt before, Han." Luke went back to staring at the ground in front of him.

He was right. Han still felt a pang when he thought about Bria, but she was in his mind less and less often even though he wasn't ready to forget her completely. Losing someone else would be too painful.

"You're imagining it." Han softened a little when he saw how hard it was for Luke to look up at him. "I know how you feel about her, Kid. We don't need to talk about this."

"You're right," Luke ran his hand through his blond hair. "I'm in love with her. But I know the way she looks at me is like a friend, a brother. And when you're not looking, she stares at you like she's trying to understand you. It's the same way you look at her."

Han let this information process. She felt the same? Gods, but she was so difficult! "We'd kill each other if we get any closer." He shook his head. "No."

Luke sighed. "Han, I owe you the truth about what happened."

………to be continued!