Thanks everyone for sticking with me, even though I'm a horrible updater… luckily, I have some extra time this week, so hopefully I'll get another chapter up…


Chewie finally sat down. His legs hurt from pacing. Not that there was much to see. All the cell consisted of was four stone walls, a hole in the corner in lieu of a 'fresher, and two torn, dirty camping cots. Chewie sighed, leaning back against the rough stone. He was really starting to worry.

"Han, what did you do to tick these people off?" It had been several hours since Han had been dragged away. Luckily, he hadn't heard any screams, but past experience had taught him that it didn't necessarily matter. If someone was mad enough, they could do some nice damage without any noise.

Suddenly, a noise down the hall attracted his attention. He walked over to the bars and gazed out. Coming down the hall were two of the guards, supporting a stumbling Han between them. Without a word, the guards opened the door and shoved him inside.

Chewie caught Han before the hit the ground, then lowered him onto the cot. "Han. Han!" Chewie shook him, but Han remained oblivious. Chewie then walked over to the bowl on the floor. I hope he isn't too pissed about this. He then upended the entire container of water on Han's head. Han awoke with a start.

"Whoa, buddy. Easy." Chewie eased Han back down. Han closed his eyes, a pained expression on his face.

"Ow." he breathed. He slowly opened his eyes again.

"Where are you hurt?" Chewie asked, concern shining in his bright blue eyes.

"Just my pride." he replied, stubbornly. CHewie frowned, obviously not believing him. Han edged himself into a sitting position, thankful that he was able to hide his grimace from his larger friend. It would be torture if Chewie decided he needed a nursemaid. Well, torture for his already wounded pride.

Just then, a small portion of the door opened, and a tray with some bread and water was shoved through. Han levered himself off the cot and walked over, taking 

half the food and returning to his place. Chewie picked up the remains, but made no move to eat it.

Without removing his eyes from his meager meal, Han barked "You better eat that." Chewie sighed, How did he know? For Chewie had in fact been planning on not eating the food, so he could give it to Han. After their meal, if you could call it that, Han laid back down and fell asleep. Chewie, safe in the knowledge that his pilot was safe, he too laid down to sleep.

Chewbacca was awoken by the sound of the bars being opened. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Han sit up sleepily, his hair sticking out in impossible directions. The same assistant was standing in the doorway. He pointed at Han and said "My master wishes to enjoy your company once more." Han slowly got up and followed the man out, turning to look at Chewie before disappearing around the corner.

Chewie had only seen that look on Han's face once before, and he swore he would make sure he would never see it again. He stood up and resumed pacing, frantically trying to come up with some way to get them out.


Ooh, interested? The next chapter will follow Han and we'll finally see who the "master" is… if you liked, push this little purplish button and let me know… the more reviews I get, the quicker I write…