The next morning Han woke up with Leia's hair smothering his face. Brushing it away, he gently pulled her closer to him and kissed her neck insistently until she woke up. She playfully swatted him away before turning in his arms to face him. Tucking her head underneath his, she began to drift back to sleep.

"Ah ah ah, Princess. No sleeping in, today is a big day. You have to get up," he said, punctuating the last sentence by tickling her.

"Han, stupid Nerfherder," she snapped, pushing away from him. "I was having quite a lovely dream."

"Quite a lovely dream," he mocked her. "Since when are you so proper."

"I am a princess aren't I?"

"That you are, sweetheart. A princess with a job to do today, so you best get to it, and stop lounging around with your sweet, innocent, Corellian Nerfherder, whom you corrupted dreadfully last night," his lopsided grin covering his face.

"You're still mocking me."

"Am not," he said, with all possible dignity.

"'Whom you corrupted dreadfully'?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I wasn't trying to," he said defensively.

She rolled over and tugged the animal skin blanket up to her chin. "This princess has just royally decreed that she is staying in bed for at least another hour, and so is her smuggling pirate friend."

"Well, this smuggling pirate friend has work to do, and he's going to do it so he doesn't lose the rank that was just bestowed upon him." She turned to look back at him. "I can be rather eloquent, can't I?"

"I should say so. But I hate that flowery talk, I have to use it enough as it is."

"Fine," he got out of bed and pulled his clothes on. Standing at the edge of the bed, he gripped the animal skin sheets in his hands and yanked hard, pulling them away from Leia's prone form. "Is that better?"

He walked out of the cabin as she started ranting. "Han Solo! Solo, when I get my hands on you, you are going to wish you never laid eyes on this Ice Princess!" He snickered and walked down the wooden path towards the field where the ships and medical bay were. Today Aleya was supposed to be released from that dreadful prison. He honestly couldn't believe that she'd stayed in there as long as she had. She was Corellian after all, Corellians weren't meant to be locked in a medical ward for any reason, especially not for days on end.


She was just signing out when Han walked up. She beamed at him and gave him a hug. "Doc says I'm all good to go. Now I just have to find something to do."

"We'll find you something, I'm just glad you're okay kiddo," he smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and squeezing her to him.


Leia watched from a little ways off, forbidding herself to cry in broad daylight out in front of the entire Rebellion. Wedge walked up behind her and focused in on what she was staring at. "Well Princess, looks like you've got some competition. Solo falling for that TIE pilot?"

"I don't think I'll have to worry about anything, Wedge, but thank you for your concern," she said, not tearing her eyes away from the reuniting of father and daughter. Father, I wish that could be you and me.

Wedge gave her an odd look, "Well, to me it looks like he's getting mighty friendly with her, I'd watch my back. I know how we men are."

"Fine talk from a paint brush," Leia snickered, looking pointedly at his hair which was still sticking up, and still tinted a deep red.

"It's not my fault the Alliance doesn't have shampoo that is strong enough to get this stuff out, Your Iciness," he said. She glared at him and he backed away slowly. "I, I mean Princess."

She tugged at her gun and sent him running; laughing as she turned and went to find Mon and learn what she could do to help.


Han walked with Aleya up to where Mon Mothma had set up a temporary office in one of the ewok cabins. At first Han had been opposed to letting the Rebellion set up in the ewok's home. But they didn't seem to mind the alien interference, so he was becoming more settled with it. Knocking on the door, he ushered her in and then followed.

Leia thought Han looked a little shocked to see her in Mon's office when he brought Aleya up, but soon a registered look crossed his face and she relaxed and smiled sweetly in his direction. She didn't look him in the eye however; she couldn't bear to do that right now. Not with Aleya and Mon sitting right there. It was too bittersweet to think of right then.

"What can I do for you, General Solo?" Mon Mothma asked.

"Well, Mon, this pilot came down in a TIE, she was knocked unconscious by one of our pilots, but that issue has been taken care of. She's been in the medical bay until today. Now she needs something to do."

"And what is this pilot's name?" Mon looked at the young girl. She looks like him, what is going on?

"Aleya Solo," she said. Han let his shoulders drop and sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Mon Mothma stood and gave them a confused look. "What's going on, Solo?" she growled in a tone that Han knew. She didn't want any funny business.

"Well Mon, sir, I mean ma'am, uh," Han stuttered. He looked to Leia for help, but she wouldn't look at him. She hasn't looked at me since I walked in. "Aleya is my daughter."


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