A/N: Sorry for the long wait; I try to update on weekends but I've been writing some ficlets for Tumblr! There are some cameos in this one!

Prompt: Accidentally falling asleep together [Home One, RotJ]


Recovering

Looking around the partition separating this section of the medbay from the rest, Leia found the person she had been looking for.

The last time she had seen Han had been a little over two hours prior, when they had arrived to Home One and she'd left him at the medical facility. She had been reluctant about it, but there was nothing for her to do there while they ran a full check on Han and went on to provide a more extensive recovery treatment than what Leia had been able to do on their way back from Tatooine. Chewie had stayed with him, so she had been able to report back to High Command, catch up with any new developments she had missed and get something to eat.

Han was lying on the semi-inclined bed but, despite the medbay's soft lightning, adjusted to facilitate the patients' rest, he was wide awake and looking cross, glaring at a datapad he kept alternatively holding either far too close to his eyes or a foot away. Honestly, she was surprised they had managed to keep him there this long.

'Hi,' she said, stepping into the partitioned area. 'How are you feeling?'

'Hey,' Han grumbled, barely glancing at her before continuing to regard the datapad as if it had just insulted his ship. ''M fine, but no one here believes me.'

Leia sat at the foot of the bed. 'Really? How come?'

Han waved a hand and finally gave up on the datapad, setting it on a niche next to the bed. 'They say I can't have solids yet 'cos my stomach can't handle it, so they need to monitor what I'm eating, and they wanna keep the IV for another hour.' At this, he lifted an arm to show Leia a rehydration IV drip like the one she had used on him earlier. So that explained why Han hadn't run off. 'And I guess I can't focus my eyes well enough yet,' he grunted, pointing a thumb at the datapad.

'That's why you're supposed to be resting,' Leia pointed out, gesturing at a small screen set into the bulkhead that displayed Han's medical record.

'Here?' Han asked, snorting. 'Not a chance.'

Leia raised an eyebrow at him. 'Hmm, I see why Chewie left.'

Han's mouth twisted, but he seemed mollified by her comment. 'Are you okay?'

Leia shrugged. 'Yes.'

'You don't have to stay,' Han told her, sounding less grumpy. 'I'll be fine. Soon as they let me outta here, you can find me in the Falcon .'

She shook her head. 'And leave you here, not resting and annoying the personnel? No way, flyboy.'

A slow grin spread across Han's face. 'Better get comfortable then, sweetheart,' he drawled, scooting over to make some room for her.

Leia considered him for a moment, trying to hold back her own smile. 'Guess I better do.'

She slid off the bed to sit properly next to Han—because even if they had some privacy here, crawling across the bed to him was off limits outside of his cabin—and leaned back into his arm, which curled around her waist as she pillowed her head on his shoulder.

'Try and get some sleep,' Han said. 'I don't think I can.'

'I'm not tired.' She pointed at the datapad. 'You want me to read that for you?'

'Sure.'

Leia reached for the device and turned it on again. He had been perusing one of the secret HoloNet channels, seemingly in search of old news shared by the freedom fighters. It was an indication of how out of touch with reality he felt—Leia had deflected most of his questions so far, promising they would soon have time for catching up, because she herself hadn't been in the right state of mind… especially not to tell him about a second Death Star, an information he wouldn't find in any channel.

Settling herself more comfortably onto her side, she started reading aloud for Han, his fingers brushing up and down her ribs in a soothing rhythm. After the madness of the last two days and the solitude of the past six months without Han, she finally felt at peace.


'—and Chewie said he talked to Princess Leia about three hours ago, before she came to see Han, but that he shoulda been released by now,' Lando was telling Carlist Rieekan as he and the General walked through the medbay. 'They're not on the Falcon and no one's seen them anywhere. If they're not here, I'd say you try the Princess' cabin—'

Lando went quiet as he stepped into the partitioned space that had been assigned to Han when they had gotten there. His old friend was still there and so was the princess, curled up against his side, a forgotten datapad resting under Leia's hand on Han's chest. Both of them were fast asleep.

Lando had walked into a similar situation just hours ago in Han's cabin, while they had been in hyperspace, but the surprise of seeing Han Solo looking so unguarded and almost domestic with this beautiful, fierce woman hadn't worn off.

Rieekan spotted the couple over Lando's shoulder and signalled the other man to step outside with him again. Lando noted that the General didn't seem too shocked at the view.

'Let them sleep, Calrissian. Moments like these are all you have when you're fighting a war, and Her Highness and Solo have earned theirs.'

Lando still didn't know the extent of what his old gambling buddy had been up to for the past few years, but from what he'd seen of the pair so far, he had to agree with that.