Chapter 2

Han was sedated and put into the bacta tank just as the doctor ordered.

Leia watched for a while, worry causing her to chew her lip as Han floated unconscious in the fluid. The medical staff could not properly cover him do to the nature of his injury as they needed to leave the burnt area uncovered for the bacta to do its best work. Which meant that for all practical purposes Han was now wearing a thong.

Leia was both amused and uncomfortable with that at the same time. Although she knew she was biased, Han was a beautiful man. Strong arms, a nicely muscled torso that tapered down to a lean waist, strong thighs and calves and a lovely ass and frontal package. His face was what she loved most about him though, for he was easily the most handsome man she had ever seen, and the emotions of his soul shone through the myriad gold and green colors of his hazel eyes.

The thong was the doctor's suggestion to offer some sort of propriety for the general. He didn't expect anyone but the medical staff to see Han in his present condition, but should some unauthorized person wander in he felt it would be best to be discreet. When he confided his concern to Leia, she reluctantly told him that after Han was out, she could offer something to remedy the situation. When the doctor reddened and gave her a speculative look, she just shrugged and said she would be back soon. She returned a half an hour later with a blue thong with little pink hearts on it. It was a private joke for them and something they only used in their play acting in the privacy of their bedroom. Unfortunately, Han didn't have a wide selection to choose from, this was the least embarrassing of the three he had.

Gods, please don't let anyone else see him here like this.

Her hopes for that were crushed when the door opened and a young woman, an attractive new blonde enlistee, wandered into the room with the bacta tank. She stopped in her tracks, and Leia watched as the young woman's mouth dropped open, and she stared at Han, a soft smile coming to her face as she appraised the unconscious general. Her smiled widened as her eyes swept over him from the top down, stopping to linger in the area of his thong. Unaware that she was being watched by someone else, the woman stepped closer and placed her hand on the outside of the tank and sighed, fogging the glass.

"May I help you?" Leia snapped, startling the woman so bad that she stumbled back a couple of steps before she regained her balance.

"What? Who are you?"

Leia would have laughed if she wasn't so irritated at this woman for ogling Han.

"You don't know?"

"No. Are you here to look at him too?" She inclined her head at the tank.

"That's why you're here?" Leia was stunned.

"Yeah, it's a popular topic on base right now. The General is quite the celebrity and extremely handsome." She glanced at Leia. "Don't you think?"

"I can't argue that. He's very handsome."

The lithe blonde stepped closer to Leia, dropping her voice to a confidential tone. "I wonder what he's like in bed. I bet he's amazing."

Leia contemplated her answer, wondering if she should embarrass this hussy, or straight up warn her to back away from her man.

"Oh, he is. He really, really is."

The blonde's blue eyes widened in shock and astonishment. "You know? You've been to bed with him?"

"Yeah. A lot."

"You're very brave."

"Why would you say that?"

"I've heard that he's serious with Princess Leia and she's supposed to be a prize bitch. But I shouldn't say that because I haven't met her yet."

"No. You really shouldn't."

"Word is that no other woman stands a chance, but if you've been with him than maybe some of the rest of us can hope for a night with him too."

"I don't think so. He's devoted to Leia."

"How can he be if he's spends so much time with you?"

This woman really was not the brightest bulb, clearly the new Republic could do better. When no light seemed to be breaking about her head, Leia took it upon herself to assist her.

"I should introduce myself, I'm Leia."

"You're?" The blonde, who had her hand held out, slowly withdrew it and turned beet red. "His Leia?"

Leia nodded. "Yes. We're an item, or so I've heard."

"But you aren't married?"

"No, but why should that matter?" Leia scowled at the young woman.

"No ring, no firm commitment. Sometimes even with a ring there's not a firm commitment." She looked away from Leia and back at Han. "He's a fine specimen of a man, there's a reason he's so popular on base. Better keep your grip tight if you don't want to lose him."

Leia glared at her, but she ignored Leia, turned on her heel and left through the doors.

The Princess paced around the bacta tank, glaring at Han as if he had done something wrong. He floated serenely, unaware of her chaotic thoughts.

She didn't want to lose Han, what was that woman talking about? Were the women on base still talking about him? She remembered hearing all sorts of gossip about him on Hoth, but she had somehow thought that had dissipated when she and Han became a couple. But this woman openly lusted after him? She wished she was with Han instead of Leia! How dare she!

Leia paused behind the bacta tank as the doors opened again and a rather nice-looking young man paused, looked back and forth, and seeing no one around, he stepped into the room. He stopped in front of the bacta tank and looked at Han. He went through much the same routine as the blonde woman before him as he appraised the General.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Leia's mind cried out. Get a life!

Leia cleared her throat and stepped around the tank, startling the young man.

"Can I help you?"

The young man's eyes widened, and he cleared his throat, and stood at attention. "I'm sorry, Princess…err, Commander Organa. I didn't know you were here."

"Obviously."

"I took a wrong turn…yeah, it was a wrong turn." He stared at her in terror. "I'll be going now." He stumbled out the door and disappeared as quickly as possible.

Men? Really? Even men were ogling Han in his thong? Good Gods, how had she under rated his sexy self so badly?

She leaned back against a convenient wall and stared at him, appreciating his masculine body with fresh eyes. Truth be told, if she wasn't already involved with him, she might have made an excuse to look at him too. But really!

The door opened again, and she turned ready to snap at whoever it was that entered. She was relieved to see it was Luke. He smiled at her and hurried over to her side, planting a quick kiss on her cheek.

"Hey, Leia. Great to see you."

"Did you just get back?"

"Yeah, and I hurried over as soon as I found out about it."

Leia wrinkled her brow in suspicion. "Found out about what?"

"You don't know?" Luke frowned and rubbed his chin. "No, I don't suppose you would have ever sanctioned such a thing."

"Sanctioned what?" She gestured back at the bacta tank. "Sanctioned being voyeuristic with Han?"

"Uh, yeah, something like that."

"Spill it, Luke." Leia's expression was resolute, and Luke knew he had no choice but to answer her. He pointed towards the door. "There's a line out there…"

"A line? For what?"

"To see Han, like this…" Luke blushed just a bit. "He's regarded as quite the catch."

"But he's already caught," Leia huffed. "Where is the medical staff?"

"Well, there's only one sentient doctor on duty and he's busy with Wes."

"What's wrong with Wes?"

"That's what the doctor is trying to find out," Luke tried to smile but it was more of a grimace.

"There isn't anything wrong with him, is there? A distraction?"

"Yeah." Luke shrugged helplessly.

"And the medical droids?"

"I think the Rogues stashed them in a closet somewhere so that they could sell tickets…"

"Tickets?"

Luke put his arms up in a defensive gesture. "It wasn't my idea, I just didn't think it was fair to Han to have this happening."

"Why is it happening now?"

"You had meetings scheduled for all day but came back early. They thought they'd be finished before you got back." Luke couldn't quite smother his grin. "They didn't know that Han is such a hot commodity."

"Yeah? But he's my commodity!" Leia snapped and then cursed under her breath. "I'm going to kill them." She pulled out her comm and punched in a channel. "Chewie!"

A surprised and apprehensive Chewie responded to her angry voice. Little Princess?

"Get here now."

Why? Has something happened to Cub?

"No, sorry. He's fine. I just need your help."

I will be there shortly.

The Comm link was shut down and Leia grimaced. "He's going to hate this, you know."

"I know. That's why I came to tell you."

Leia folded her arms and stared at Han in the tank, realizing that this wasn't going to improve his mood in the least when he was conscious again. She also realized he wouldn't be experiencing this debacle at all if she hadn't shot him.

"Damnit," she muttered under her breath.

She looked up when the door opened, and a breathless Wookie entered the room. He stopped and studied his friend in the tank and satisfied that there was nothing amiss with Han, he joined Luke and Leia and grinned at Luke.

Little Princess shot him in the ass, you know?

"You did what?" Luke gasped. "I thought he was caught in cross fire."

That's what they want everyone to believe, and I concur. It is no one's business except for theirs on what happens between them. No need to unduly embarrass Cub. That will be up to the four of us.

"I would really rather you didn't," Leia said in a small voice.

Trouble ahead to be sure, Chewie agreed, but you must have known that when you took that action.

"You shot Han in the ass?" Luke guffawed. "Oh, Sis, he's not going to forgive you for this."

"Shut up! You didn't know the situation."

"It was a mistake?" Luke wrinkled his brow in confusion.

No, it was intentional. Little Princess disagreed with Cub.

"Intentional?"

"Later, Luke. Who's in charge of the line?"

"Wedge. Are you going to go talk to him?"

"Yes, I am. Chewie, don't let anyone else in here except for us or the medical staff."

As you wish. Where are you going?

Leia turned to Luke. "Will you send the rest of the people in line away? I need to go and talk to Wedge," she said and excited the room.

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The line outside of the MedBay was quite impressive and from Leia's rough count there were at least fifty staff members in line, mostly women, waiting to get an eyeful of the famed Corellian space jockey, Han Solo. She found it both irritating and amusing that so many people found Han so attractive.

She found Wedge not far outside the room, sitting at a small table selling tickets. He was busy counting credits and didn't see her approach. She stopped in front of the table and cleared her throat.

"I'll be right with you," Wedge said.

"How about now?" Leia asked sweetly and saw Wedge freeze. Then he sighed and raised his gaze to meet Leia's.

"Hello, Commander." He smiled. "I thought you were in meetings all day."

"You were wrong, and you will shut this down immediately."

"Ahh, Leia."

"No discussion. How dare you do this to Han?"

"But look at the market for this? All these people think he's worth looking at, even if he's not conscious. Look at all the credits we made!" Wedge opened a box full of the day's profits and showed them to Leia.

"I'll be taking that, thank you."

"Hey! We were going to set up a party with that. This is a…a…fund raiser."

"Do you have Han's permission?"

"Well, no."

"Then?"

"Leia! Come on. It's for a good cause."

"Taking advantage of Han's medical condition is not a sufficient reason to raise money in this fashion." She gave Wedge a stern look that brooked no argument. "And now you'll help Luke shut this down."

Wedge nodded, unhappy with his order, and left the table to help Luke disperse the crowd. Tucking the credits in her pocket, Leia bypassed the disappointed staffers and returned to the room where Han floated, oblivious to his immense appeal.

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AN: I had originally intended this to be a funny story, but this story had its own ideas and developed into one with more depth. This chapter is a bit of self indulgence because I would have gotten a ticket too! Lol Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thanks for reading.