I borrowed a line from "Most Wanted" by Rae Carson. You can tell which one. Also there are a bunch of spoilers for that book in this chapter.

There is also dialogue in here from the Forces of Destiny episode "Tracker Trouble"

Han looked around at the motley crew assembled around him, unsure how they'd react to the news that Han couldn't remember… however many years it had been. Kriff, but his reflection had looked old.

The Wookie bellowed something at him, and with two long strides was across the room and had Han folded in a hug.

He was saying something else now, and Han again heard his name. Chewbacca.

"Thanks Chewbacca. That name's a real mouthful, no way I call you that all the time. Do you have a nickname or something?"

The Wookie, Chewbacca, was laughing. Holding Han tight against his warm fuzzy body, and shaking with laughter.

Somewhere in there Han heard the nickname "Chewie."

The two Humans were looking back and forth between each other and him and Chewbacca, visibly confused.

"Are you saying you really don't have any memories?" Finn asked.

"Oh, I've got memories all right. Just none that extend past six ay ef ee."

The girl laughed. "No one uses the Imperial calendar anymore," she explained when he looked at her. "Anyway, I do think you're telling the truth."

"What? Rey, you can't possibly believe a story like that!" Finn exclaimed.

The girl - Rey - shrugged. "I just feel like I can trust him on this. It's about as likely as this being the real Millennium Falcon, isn't it?"

"No, no it isn't," Finn said, "those two things are in no way comparable!"

Han had to agree with Finn, this whole situation was absurd. Still, as long as he was asking questions and learning information… "Hey, Chewie, earlier you said you told the ship to jump us home. Something tells me you didn't mean Corellia or even Kashyyyk by that, did you?"

Chewbacca shook his head no.

"Well where we headed then?"

The Wookie shrugged and rumbled his response. Only word Han caught was "wife."

"Look, I'm real sorry but my Shyriiwook is pretty shakey. Did you you say we're going to see your wife, or-"

The Wookie barked a laugh, shaking his head, and Han caught another name, Malla, and then the planet Kashyyyk. Ok, so the guy's wife was back home - for real home, which meant they were going to-

"I'm kriffing married?"

Chewbacca nodded.

Qi'ra was still alive! She hadn't been killed by a rathtar! He was married! There was something that seemed kinda off at the thought, but Han ignored it. He couldn't keep the dopey grin off his face.

The Wookie growled something full of cautious and disapproving tones. Han wasn't able to catch much of what he said, but he did recognize Qi'ra's name, so he chalked the rest of it up to her and the Wookie not getting on.

"Right. So apparently we're going to see my wife."

Both Rey and Finn were gaping at him.

"For real?" Finn said, "we're just… going right to her?"

Chewie huffed something real long and full of technical crap that made Rey laugh.

"What'd he say?" Han asked her. He'd caught his name somewhere in there, in any case.

"Oh, he said that it's actually a good thing you're so confused, because you would have taken us clear across the galaxy before you'd ever even contact your wife yourself."

"He said more than that, that was a real long response on his part."

"Yes. He also said that you and your wife had a fight, and that you're afraid of her."

"What? No way that's true!"

The Wookie laughed.

"Hey! Tell them that ain't true! No way I became a coward!"

Chewbacca laughed even harder.

"Thank you for taking us right to her. I wasn't expecting anything like that at all," Rey said. "The map inside BeeBeeAight must be really important!" Qi'ra must've been a real big deal based on the awe in her voice.

Han actually was able to make out a good chunk of what Chewie was saying. Something about how normally they'd want more proof before rushing on over to a secret base, but with Han in the state he was in… Something about the Force?

"The Force?" Han scoffed, the memory of Tsuulo's constant desperate prayers, how Tsuulo'd died, rising to the forefront of his thoughts. "Don't tell me any of you believes in that banthacrap."

Finn frowned at him. "I know how it sounds, I never would have believed in it myself but… I've seen things, like Kylo Ren freezing a blaster bolt right in the air." It was pure nonsense, but for once the guy's body language was coming across as sincere.

Still, hadn't they just gone over how Han didn't know what was going on? "Back up, who's this Kyle guy?" For some reason Han's attention had caught onto that name.

No one answered him. Finn looked scared, so whoever they were they were apparently a big deal. Rey just seemed confused, so she'd probably never heard of them either.

Chewbacca though… he just looked devastated. Shoulders hunched, head drooping, coming to terms with returning to Lady Proxima empty handed and knowing you'd be sent to the Cistern of Discipline type depressed. If Han were to bet on it, he'd say Chewie knew the guy personally. Interesting.

That told him a lot, really, but it didn't explain Finn's fear or why Chewbacca was so sad.

"Don't all clamor to answer my question all at once," Han scoffed. "Wouldn't be able to understand you over the noise and all."

Chewbacca huffed a laugh. No one ever laughed at Han's jokes, always found his sense of humor a bit too sharp or peculiar. Qi'ra'd get what he was saying, more often than not, but she rarely found him funny.

He liked that Wookie, acting like Han was actually amusing. No wonder he'd made sure their alliance was so strong. Good to have around in a fight, and good company, the only disadvantage Han could think of is the big guy probably required a lot of food.

Although based on the plate his older self had been enjoying in his quarters when Han first found himself in this situation, he no longer needed to worry about finding enough to eat.

"You really don't know, do you? The Han Solo from the stories, he…" Finn frowned, shaking his head. "He probably would know all about Luke Skywalker, probably about Kylo Ren too, about all of it."

"Yeah well, as I said, even if that was me, I can't remember anything." Han threw himself into one of the seats, feeling weird standing in the middle of the room when everyone else was sitting. Or leaning against a wall in Chewbacca's case.

"You're really sticking with the amnesia story?" Finn asked.

"What the hell else could it be?" Han threw his hands up. "You got any ideas here, I'd love to hear 'em."

Finn shook his head. "Look all I know is, that just doesn't sound very likely."

"Yet blaster bolts getting frozen in mid air is?" Han laughed, leaning back in his seat.

"I wouldn't have believed it until I saw it, but I saw it." Finn said. He sounded serious, he really did believe he had seen that nonsense. Still thinking you saw a thing wasn't the same as it actually happening. That was why sleight of hand was always such an effective trick.

"Banthacrap."

Any further arguing was put on hold by a light flashing in the room. Chewie bellowed something about hyperspace lanes, and made towards the cockpit. All three of the Humans followed after him, watching as the swirling blue of hyperspace gave way to the countless glittering stars of real space. It was an incredible sight, something Han was sure he would never get sick of, not even if he reached the age he appeared to be for real. The awe of it overrode the way his stomach clenched.

Almost as soon as they dropped out of hyperspace there was a horrible groaning scratch, metal grinding and straining as the ship rocked and jerked. Suddenly it was quiet. Too quiet. The engine noises Han'd been hearing in the background, behind everything else, cut out.

Rey turned to Chewbacca, eyes wide, voice scared. "You did do a full sweep for tracking devices, didn't you?"

The Wookie bellowed a response.

"Well Unkar's been using a new kind of tracking device. We might need to do a visual check."

"What's going on?" Finn asked.

"Unkar hired me to fix ships. I never put a tracker on the Falcon, but he may have!" Rey exclaimed.

Chewbacca added something to the conversation, far too technical for Han to understand.

"That is brilliant!" Even as she shouted Rey's face was almost completely taken up by her wide grin. "You are good!"

"What'd he just say?" Han asked.

"He thinks we should look near the active sensor pulse generator. Unkar could have hid it there!"

Finn and Han gave each other glances, equally lost. As soon as Chewbacca and Rey had their backs turned Han rolled his eyes dramatically while pulling a face, and Finn laughed.

Han still didn't know why Finn was pretending to be part of this "Resistance" when he clearly wasn't (especially with them heading directly to their base. His lie was going to be exposed as soon as they get there) but he really was a likable guy. A bit jumpy and prone to hyperbole, but likable.

"Look, I don't know where this sense pulse thing is, and obviously neither does Finn. Why don't we stay here while you two go take care of it? I may have never piloted a ship like this before, but I've driven... well I driven speeders a couple of times before. Even raced in one once." He didn't tell them that he hadn't actually been participating in the race, or that it had been a stolen speeder (or that the car had wound up being destroyed by CorSec). Still, he'd done a pretty good job he thought. Better than Qi'ra had when she'd tried, and she'd had actual driving lessons. She'd even complimented his driving afterwards, told him he was a natural at it.

Rey nodded, and hurried out of the cockpit with Chewbacca.

When they left the room, he started to poke around, determined to piece together as much as he could about the years he was apparently missing. He hated this, not knowing what was going on around him. He worked real hard to make sure he always had contacts in the right places, people to give him a needed boost, to assure his survival even when situations turned out of his control. Now he wouldn't know his allies from his enemies. Sure the Wookie seemed trustworthy and could help him identify what was going on, but with how patchy his Shyriiwook was he'd have to depend on the girl to translate for him. He remembered how annoying it always used to be translating Tsuulo's Huttese for Qi'ra. No way he'd put someone else in that position. Kriff but he needed to improve his Shyriiwook and fast.

Not to mention of course that having someone translate such basic needed info for him would have an absurd delay, and stuff would always get lost in translation. He wouldn't be able to stay alive long that way. Unless this was all some sort of dream he was having.

It wasn't impossible. The rat he was splitting with Pawlo could have been bad enough to cause hallucinations. It'd never happened to him, but he thought one of the younger Scumrats had been telling stories once about eating something that had turned and having the most vivid dreams after. Of course they were always telling all sorts of weird stories, so who knew if that was a trustworthy source.

Han spotted something he recognized, something that tied this wreck to him in an unexpectedly intimate way. His lucky dice, hanging from one of the many haphazardly bent pipes. He pulled them down, their weight comfortable and familiar in his palm, even with all the unfamiliar scratches and dents.

His entire view of the ship shifted, seeing those dice there. It no longer seemed like a trashed up junker, but rather like the wreck he kept at BJ-54's garage. His own words about the car he was trying to get working echoed through his head, from back when he'd shown it to Tsuulo and Qi'ra for the first time and Qi'ra'd had the gall to call it a piece of junk.

"...doesn't look like much, but I don't care about that. It's going to be the fastest speeder the Corellien streets have ever seen. I'm building the repulsorlift from scratch, see. Then I'm going to add stabilizers for extra maneuverability, maybe paint it blue…"

Yeah, ok, he could see how he'd come to be the owner of a ship like this.

He looked around with renewed interest, really taking this ship in as his. He wondered how long he'd had it, and how he'd come by it in the first place.

As taken as Han was with every little detail of the ship, Finn seemed miserable and out of place. He was real antsy, probably aware that as soon as they made it to their destination, he'd be exposed for the fraud he was. Han didn't really care that the guy was conning them, he'd done far too much lying to survive himself to judge anyone else on it. If anything he felt almost sorry for Finn. He was clearly new at the whole deception thing, and he didn't seem to have a plan.

When the guy's discomfort got to be too much in the tiny space, Han asked him, "So, what're you planning to tell 'em when we get there?"

"What?" Finn blurted out. "Tell who?"

"The people at the secret base, your friend Rey, everyone. Come'on, you're going to need to be ready for when the actual Resistance folks confirm that they don't know you. So what's your plan?"

"Why do you think they won't know me? I am with the Resistance! I'm a big deal with the Resistance!"

"Oh frag off 'Big Deal,' I doubt Finn is even your real name."

"I… but… how'd you know?"

"Oh, I never reveal my hand. Not when I can avoid it in any case. That's how I've survived so long, I'm guessing. Never even thought I'd make it to two decades, but just look at me!"

"Well maybe… maybe the people there aren't going to be as perceptive!"

"Listen to me here, pal. Chewie said my wife is at this Resistance place, right?" Han grinned, loving how that phrase sounded on his lips. "My wife." He could say that all day, over and over. An official title, representing their bond, tying them together for real.

What could be better than that?

Finn's grumbled response broke through Han's moment of sheer bliss. "Well yeah, of course I mean -"

Han cocked an eyebrow. "Do you think she's not as good at sniffing these things out as I am?"

"What?"

"My wife." He grinned, pleased to be saying that phrase again. "Do you think she's an idiot?"

"Of course not! She's -"

"A kriffing genius, yeah."

Finn frowned. "You sure you have amnesia?"

"Yeah, pretty sure."

"Then how do you know that?"

"I just do, ok?"

"Look, if you think I'm going to have trouble passing myself off as a random no-name member of the Resistance, just how much trouble are you going to have selling this amnesia thing?"

"Are you kidding me here? Why would I be faking?"

"I can't say for sure, I only just met you. But I am sure there are a ton of reasons why it may come in handy for you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Especially if you are trying to get out of a conversation with your wife, which based on what Rey said Chewbacca was saying, that seems pretty possible."

"Oh shove off."

"I'm just saying, based on everything I've ever heard, you're right about her intelligence. Only I heard you left her, and she knows you better than she knows me, so she's going to care about what you're claiming waaaay more than anything to do with a nobody like me. I think I'm safe."

Han wanted to ask Finn about what he said, about him leaving his wife. That really didn't sound right. However before he could the ship's systems came back online with a jolt, sending the two of them careening into the side. So instead of asking the questions he wanted to ask, Han scowled. "Looks like our friends found what they were looking to fix."

"Yeah, I guess so. Do you uh, know how to fly this thing? I mean just 'till they get back in here."

"How hard can be, right? Nothing next to street racing. Besides, we're just floating in the vacuum, not like there is anything to bump on into."

"That's… really not reassuring," Finn said with a massive sigh.

"Yeah well, what sort of piloting experience do you have?" Han frowned.

"Me? Not much, really. I uh, flew a TIE once, with another pilot."

"A TIE? You an Imp then?"

Finn jolted like he'd touched a live wire. The guy was not a good liar. "What? No!"

"Ok, I'll get off your back." Han shook his head, wondering how Finn planned to keep this up. "You're gonna need to work on your cover story before we get to this base."

"Please don't tell Rey," Finn pleaded, "She can't know."

"Why's it so important to you?"

"Because I don't want to see how she'd look at me if she found out," Finn said. "Because I want to be the man she thinks I am."

Han plopped himself into the pilot's seat, studying the controls. "Look, growing up like I did you learn the value of secrets real quick. I may be an ass, but I wouldn't betray anyone like that, even if we did only just meet. I mean, it aint my secret to tell, is it?"

Finn sunk into the co-pilot's seat next to Han, visibly forcing himself to relax. He nodded absentmindedly. "Thanks Solo, I really appreciate it."

Han frowned. "Can you quit it with that name? It's weird."

"Huh?" Finn's face scrunched up, confused.

"Solo," Han clarified, "That aint my name."

"Oh I…" Finn grinned. "I hadn't realized you took your wife's surname. Sorry for assuming things."

Now it was Han's turn to be confused. As far as he knew, Qi'ra didn't have a family name, just like him. Hell, she'd escaped from the Silo of all places, the chances an orphan from a work camp like that one would have anything like that was nill.

Rather than investigate further - open the door to a floodgate of questions he was sure Finn would not be able to answer and were best saved for Qi'ra herself - Han grunted and began to flip some of the many many levers and switches that made up the ship's controls. The consol lit up encouragingly, and Han began to fiddle with things more and more.

Yeah.

Yeah, he could see himself falling in love with this ship, he really could.

He was getting really into things when Rey and Chewbacca returned, chatting loudly as they stepped into the cockpit. At first Han just let the sound of Rey's enthusiastic voice and Chewie litany of trills and roars fade into the background, but then he picked his name out of what Chewbacca was saying.

Han looked up from the consol, grinning. "Yeah? Everything all right?"

The Wookie nodded, and then in lower tones asked Han a question. He actually understood this one. He was asking Han if he understood him.

Han nodded.

The Wookie gave a pleased chortle, and then complimented Han's piloting. He added something at the end, something Han didn't catch. "I got everything but that last part, pal."

Rey bit at her lip, shifting her weight from side to side like she had to pee, before blurting, "he said he needs to plot our hyperspace lane." As soon as both Han and Chewbacca's focus was on her she seemed to regret speaking, glancing at a flashing light on the wall panel beside her. "Sorry. I shouldn't have inserted myself into things. You aren't going to learn if I keep doing the heavy lifting for you. I, I'll keep out of your business now."

"Nah, if anything I'd like to thank you. Translating like that aint easy. 'Sides, I'm sure Finn here really appreciates it, since I don't think he knows any Shyriiwook at all, do you Finn?"

"Uh, no. No I don't. I only speak Basic."

Rey seemed real pleased with the compliment, responding with a massive grin that practically took up her entire face and then some.

Han glanced back at the controls, anything but eager to let someone else take them over. "I suppose you want to take over the piloting Rey?"

She confirmed that she did, and Han reluctantly stood, offering her his seat.

"Right." He glanced around the small room at all the flashing lights and exposed electrical work. He suddenly wanted nothing more than to really explore the rest of it, to really take in the ship that would day be his.

He rubbed his palms on his trousers, then unceremoniously announced he was going to check out the rest of the ship. The others just waved him off, acting like it wasn't a big deal. Still, the fleet of mynocks that had seemingly taken residence inside him started dancing about. His own ship. One that, unlike Qi'ra's safehouse, actually worked. A ship that was truly space worthy.

He didn't know why the significance of it all was only hitting him now, but it made his head spin. Prior to this, the only working ship he could really remember being on was the Kaldana Syndicate's flagship, and he'd been too busy trying not to die to really appreciate it. Now here he was, in actual space and on a ship that was really his own. Had his lucky dice dangling from the dash type his own.

He gave the stars outside one last lingering glance, then headed back into the hold, eager to take a look at more of the YT-1300f. To tour his home.