Part 4/6
I could tell I was angering him, but despite the voice inside telling me not to I continued to badger him. It served him right for dragging me away, telling me that everything was fine, and then putting the Falcon in the midst of two Star Destroyers shooting to kill.
I had every right to be angry at him. And then of course Threepio explained there was yet another problem with the ship, that the para-light system was damaged.
Sweet holy Force, if the man wasn't going to kill us, I would. Kill him.
He left me alone in the cockpit to do his best—not like that would do us any good—and to have me do what I could to get us away from the TIE fighters chasing us.
Then something filled my view and my jaw dropped. All thoughts of self-preservation disappeared as shock overrode nearly all the fear.
He had led us into a kriffing asteroid field!
One of the rocks jolted the ship as I called for Han to come back up. I was not skilled enough for this!
However, I did possess the knowledge to understand that he intended to go into the field. Every time my negative feelings for him left, he would do something to make them flare up again. All I could do was pray to the Force and whatever gods there were that we would make it out alive.
"You said you wanted to be around when I was wrong."
Yes, but I didn't mean like this. "I take it back." I said it quickly, my thoughts focusing completely on staying alive.
Despite all odds, we escaped the TIE fighters and the Star Destroyer, and made it to a large asteroid. I thought it was madness at first, but it makes sense—I'd rather be settled in a cave trying to fix the ship in peace than to be out in the field being pursued by the Empire.
An unexpected, unknown jolt shot through my body when he and Chewie shut down the electronic systems. My thoughts were suddenly on being in a confined area with him, in near dark. Of course, Chewie and Threepio were around, but that didn't stop my thoughts.
"Getting kind of romantic in here," Han said with that grin of his.
How could he…? No, that's just Han being Han. Breathe, don't let him suspect anything.
My glare was ruined as the ship rocked violently, and Threepio mentioned that the asteroid "was not entirely stable." The droid could be annoyingly obvious at times. Chewie led him away, leaving me alone with Han.
Now, that wasn't good. I tried to walk briskly away, ready to ignore any jibes from Han, when the stupid ship rocked again.
I fell right into Han's arms, and we were thrown against the bulkhead.
We were both silent as the ship settled and the asteroid stopped moving. After a few seconds of realizing there was no immediate danger, I realized Han's arms were tight around me, holding me close to him. And of course my arms had found their way around his waist. Our eyes met and Han opened his mouth to say something cocky.
"Let go," I said, doing just that and hoping my voice wasn't as hoarse as I thought it was. Being this close, knowing I could lean my head against his chest was not conducive to my heart. It felt like it was trying to jump out of my chest. I tried to pull away, but he was slow in listening to my request. I almost wanted to think he was hesitant about doing so, that he wanted me there.
Which made me angry and I told him so.
"You don't look angry."
"How do I look?"
"Beautiful."
I dropped my gaze and blushed, damning my obvious emotions and yet very surprised that he thought of me that way. Perhaps there might be something…
"And excited," he whispered in my ear.
I would never admit this to him, but that sent shivers down my spine knowing all the insinuations that lay behind those two words…
With Chewie and Threepio still on the ship that was stuck on an asteroid. My temper flared with that thought.
"Sorry Captain, being held by you isn't enough to get me excited."
His grin slipped, and I wanted to take it back, but annoying him was too much fun.
"Well, I hope you don't expect more," he grunted.
The mood was gone, and I eventually stormed out, kicking myself for being so stupid. But the two others were right outside the cockpit, which calmed my mood a bit.
After all, we did have some work to do.
