While I was braiding my hair in the morning, I heard a gentle tap on the door.

"Leia?"

I was surprised he was being so nice. I really just expected him to barge in and demand an explanation. "Leia are you awake?"

"Yes."

"Can I come in?"

"Sure."

I could see how tired he was a soon as he walked in the cabin. "Have you slept at all?"

He shook his head. "I was getting ready to crash, but I wanted to talk to you first. About last night."

I looked at the floor. "Oh."

"I'm sorry if I upset you."

I looked up at him. "You didn't upset me Han."

He looked puzzled. "Then why did you run away from me?"

Damn, I knew he would ask. I sighed and stood up. "I don't know. I'm just ...I'm not ready." I remember getting teary eyed and cursing myself inwardly.

"Hey, it's okay." He stepped forward and pulled me into a hug. He kissed the top of my head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pressure you. I shouldn't have been so forward. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

He held me for a few seconds then pulled back slightly. He put his fingers under my chin and tilted my head up towards him. "Are you okay?"

I nodded. He kissed my forehead. "By the way, I really like your outfit."

I had completely forgotten that I was wearing his clothes. I had rummaged around and found a set of clothes that, with a few alterations, I could wear. I laughed a little. "Oh, I hope you don't mind. All I had was that grungy snow suit."

"Not at all; it's a good look on you."

After we both laughed about my ill fitting wardrobe, I asked him where he was going to sleep. He told me he was going to sleep on a spare cot in Chewie's room. I told him that was nonsense, I was up and he should sleep in his own bunk. He smiled at me and kissed my forehead again before letting me go and sitting on the edge of the bunk. He was pulling off his boots as I walked out the door.

I didn't see him the rest of the morning or that afternoon. I had relieved Chewie and took my turn on watch. Things were uneventful; I was thankful that it seemed no one was following us. I was sitting in Han's chair at the controls of the ship trying desperately to think of something to ward off the boredom when I felt two very strong and warm hands slide across my shoulders. I jumped a little in surprise at the feeling.

"Sorry Leia didn't mean to scare you." He squeezed my shoulders a bit then dropped down in to the co-pilots chair.

I smiled at him. "It's okay."

He proceeded to tell me that he had fixed the long range sensors (with Chewie's help) and we wouldn't have to take turns on watch anymore. I nodded and told him that was good news. We sat in silence for a few minutes just staring out at the stars.

"Why are you afraid of me?" His question caught me off guard. The look on his face was a cross between confused and angry.

"What are you talking about?"

He reached over and took my hand. "Why are you afraid of me?"

"I'm not afraid of you."

"Then why are you trembling?"

(Gods, why did this sound so much like the same conversation that led to that damn kiss?) I looked away from him and back out at the stars. "I won't hurt you."

For some unknown reason I became angry.

"No, Han, you'll just leave me after you get what you want!"

I could tell he was getting angry as well. He let go of my hand. "Is that what you think of me? Do you think I'm that shallow?"

"Look me in the eye and tell me you'll stay."

He looked down at the floor. "Leia, you know I can't..."

"Exactly!" I cut him off.

He stood up and put his hands on his hips. "Damn it! Do you have any idea of what it's like for me? You're not the only one living with the fear that the next person you run into will take you down and cart you off to some sick, evil bastard! It's not easy knowing that half the galaxy doesn't think of you as a person but as a pay check! I'm tired of running Leia. I'm tired of running from Jabba, I'm tired of running from Vader. I know deep inside that I will never have a normal life. I can't make any promises that I might not be around to keep. I'm sorry if me trying to be nice to you has offended you, your worship! I guess you're only truly happy when you are miserable!"

With that, he stormed out of the cockpit, leaving me in stunned silence. I remember thinking to myself 'did he really just admit to being afraid?' I sighed and got up to go find him.