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Leia and Han hit the floor with a thud. He had thrown himself down on top of her, apparently in a moment of protectiveness, but she couldn't breathe properly. She struggled silently beneath him, trying to get up to see what was going on, but he wouldn't budge.

"Han!"

"Shh! Don't move!"

While it was probably safest, Leia hated not knowing what was happening. The bar had gone silent after the shot rang out, but now people were screaming, chairs were being flung about, and she couldn't see a thing.

After a few moments, Han pulled her up but remained hidden under a table he had flipped for protection. They each had their blasters at the ready as they stood back to back looking all around.

"Do you see anything, Han?"

"Nothing that seems out of the ordinary. People are just flipping out."

"Where's Chewie?"

"He's in the corner hidden from sight."

After surveying the scene for a few more minutes, it appeared that everything was fine. Leia went to straighten up the table, but Han grabbed her arm and motioned for Chewie to leave the bar.

"Han, stop! I can walk on my own."

He spoke to her in a fast, hushed voice.

"Walk faster then! And don't look back."

She struggled to keep up with him and by the time he pulled her into an unlit alleyway, she was out of breath. He spoke first.

"Chewie will be here in a few minutes. He's just checking everything out."

"Are we meeting him here?"

"No, we'll go back to the ship once everyone's calmed down a bit. We don't need to get caught up in the chaos."

Noticing her frown, Han laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"You need to relax."

"I really don't think the situation calls for relaxation. Stop laughing!"

"Sorry, sorry! You just look so cute when you're flustered."

She hit his shoulder.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"I bet that wasn't cute!"

They glared at each other, but then heard a noise coming from the other side of the alley.

"What was that?" She whispered to him.

"How am I supposed to know?"

"Fine. I'll look."

"Like hell you will! Get back here!"

He didn't know why he was acting so protective of her, but when she started down the alleyway, he couldn't just let her go alone. She hugged one side of the wall and Han followed by staying on the other, making it so that he stayed slightly ahead of her at all times. They kept their blasters up and on alert.

Coming towards a corner, Han held his hand up to stop Leia.

"Hold on. Let me take a look first."

She rolled her eyes, but stayed where she was.

"Back me up."

Han crept quietly around the corner. Leia almost screamed when Han flinched and aimed his blaster, but he relaxed his grip and walked calmly into the open.

"What is it?"

"Just some old woman sleeping. Come see for yourself."

Leia followed him carefully and now stood next to him. She questioned him, still speaking in a whisper.

"How do you know she's safe?"

"I don't."

"Then why aren't we being more cautious here?"

"Because look at her. She's just an innocent old lady. Nothing to worry about."

He smirked at her.

"Like I told you. Relax a bit."

The frown on her face was her only response.

"I feel bad for her. Sleeping out here alone. It can't be safe. Especially after what happened in the bar tonight. We didn't even see who shot."

"I'm sure she's used to it, sweetheart."

But Han looked concerned himself. Something about her stood out to him. He assumed it was her age and that he felt bad for her in her condition.

"Do you think we should get her some help?"

"Yeah, maybe-"

Han froze.

"Who's there?"

A figure came out of the shadows.

"Chewie! What're you doing here? I thought we decided we'd meet back at the ship?"

"I don't ever remember making that agreement."

Han looked perplexed.

"Oh, right. I thought it was just assumed!"

Leia rolled her eyes again.

"Nice planning, Flyboy. Let's get this woman some help and head back to the ship as soon as possible. I don't like it here- Where did she go?"

Han looked around confused.

"Huh? I don't know. Did you see where she went, Chewie?"

"Did I see where who went?"

Confusion grew on Han's and Leia's faces.

"The woman who was lying here next to us."

"I didn't see anyone."

"Well that's just the darndest- You did see her, right?" He looked at Leia.

"Of course I did. She must have heard Chewie before we did, got scared and ran away."

"She didn't act like that when we were coming around the corner."

"Maybe she didn't feel threatened by you."

"I'm quite the intimidating presence I'll have you know."

"Oh really? Maybe you should show it more often."

"Listen, lady. I barely even know-"

"Stop!" Chewie cut them off. He was sick of their bickering. "Can we please just head back to the ship now?"

Han and Leia nodded, but they still looked like little children who had been yelled at by their mother. No one spoke as they made their way back to the Falcon.

Han felt increasingly agitated. He was frustrated by his alleged condition, even though nothing felt wrong to him, and he was more upset at learning that Leia was engaged then he would like to admit. He didn't even know her, so he wasn't sure why he cared so much. Not to mention, the whole shootout in the bar and the disappearing old woman.

There was something about the woman that he couldn't put his finger on. Something off-putting about her that made him uncomfortable. Like she was familiar somehow.

He shook his head in frustration. Now he was just creating people in his mind who he thought he had forgotten.

Since he couldn't sort out everything else, he was inclined to take his anger out on Leia. It might not have been fair, but to him, none of this was fair.

He walked out into the hold of the ship and found her sitting reading her datapad. Looking at her now, he didn't know if he could go at her the way he wanted to. She looked so innocent sitting there. And he wasn't even sure if he was allowed to be angry by her engagement. As her "friend," he presumed that he had no right.

She looked up from her work and smiled at him slightly.

Her voice came out soft and shy.

"Hi."

"Hi."

She looked down again, so he guessed that it was up to him to continue the conversation.

"What are you doing?"

"Just reading some reports. I can't think of anything else we can do right now for your condition so I just thought I'd do some work before bed."

He nodded.

"It's seems like a pretty boring life you lead. Doing work all the time."

The smile on her face now seemed far away. Like she was remembering something that she couldn't, or didn't, want to share with him.

"It's not all bad."

"I'm sure."

He turned to leave, annoyed again at her hesitance to speak openly to him. The woman was driving him crazy.

"Han?"

"Yeah?"

She hesitated, but remained looking him straight in the eye. Standing up, she made her way over to him, stopping directly in front of him.

He eyed her questioningly.

"Wha-?"

She put her hand up to his mouth to stop him from speaking. Slowly, she moved her hand away and edged closer towards him. She reached her head up and kissed him. Gently at first, but it was like a fire sparked in their brains, and they clutched each other frantically. Her hands pulled him towards her by the curls at the bottom of his hair as he wrapped his arms around her frame. Han moved his mouth away from hers, kissing and sucking on her neck down to her shoulder, desperate to explore her body like it was some lost treasure he had found again.

She spoke to him breathless.

"I've missed you."