Sorry it took so long, I have to work on studying for finals, but then I can focus more attention on this. Sorry if it sucks...I really don't know where this is going...it's writing itself

Leia was sitting on the bed in her cabin when Aleya came to the doorway and knocked softly. She looked up and smiled sadly, motioning for Aleya to come in. The teen slowly walked in and surveyed the crude cabin with an appraising eye, before sitting on the bed beside Leia.

"Are you okay?" Leia asked, curiously.

"I'm fine," Aleya answered. "Are you?"

"I'm fine," Leia lied.

Aleya eyed her, "Don't lie to me."

Leia turned her gaze from the datapad she held to look at the teenager. "What makes you think I lied to you?"

"I can tell. And the way you wouldn't look at Han, and your cover was too quick with Mon Mothma. What's wrong?"

Leia sighed and shook her head. "So, you are really stuck on knowing what is bothering me?" Aleya nodded silently. "Seeing you and your father has just brought back a lot of memories for me."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm the Princess of Alderaan. Alderaan was destroyed at the hands of the Empire. My father was on Alderaan when the Death Star blew it up. I'll never see him again. I'll never have the chance that you and your father have," Leia said sadly, sniffing back the tears. She had thought she was over this, that she couldn't so easily be brought to tears anymore.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry. But seeing my father again, isn't really a walk through the forest. I haven't seen him in over ten years. I grew up without him, we don't know each other. It's very hard.

"I was very angry with my father when I was charged with him, when I first saw him again. I thought he abandoned me. I thought he didn't love me," Aleya said. "I thought…I don't know what I thought. I was just very angry with him. Even after he explained to me what happened, I was still angry. Now it's all new, I didn't grow up with a father, so I have no clue how to relate to one."

"You'll learn, and he'll learn to understand that you aren't his little girl anymore," Leia said sweetly.

"Well, I was actually hoping that you could help me. Like helping me to understand him, to relate to him, how to get through to him?" Aleya asked.

Leia smiled. "Of course, I'd be happy to."

They sat in silence for awhile, interrupted only by an occasional click from the datapad Leia was scrolling through. Aleya stared out the window and watched the swaying of the tree branches, guessing that it was about mid-afternoon.

"How long have you loved him?" Aleya asked suddenly.

Leia almost dropped the datapad. "What?"

"How long have you loved him?"

"You father? Well, I guess it's been about five years now. But we haven't really been a couple for that long. Maybe a year."

"He's crazy about you," Aleya said unemotionally.

Leia gazed at the teen with an almost bewildered look on her face, "How do you know?"

"I just do. I can feel it. He never felt that way about my mother. I think he let her live with him because he felt sorry for her. He didn't want a kid."

"But he loves you anyway, even if he didn't want one. At least he took up the responsibility. A lot of guys wouldn't do that."

"He wants to marry you."

"What?" Bizarre shock crossed Leia's features. Aleya was still staring out the window.

"He loves you."

"Yes, I know that. I love him too."

"I don't know how he could still love me. If I had never seen him, I would have stayed with the Empire until I died. Even if it was hard to keep the secret…"

"What are you talking about now?"

"I'm a Sith."

"WHAT?"

"Well, I have powers like Vader. I don't use them, but I can feel things. Like how I knew you were upset."

Han came into the cabin late that night, after Leia had already fallen asleep. Aleya had taken to space aboard the Home One, where Wedge was ready to put her to work with the Rogue Squadron. Wearily, he pulled off his boots and rid himself of his gun rig and belt before sinking into bed beside Leia. He kissed her neck gently, feather light caresses that stirred from the unconsciousness of sleep. She turned to look at him, and smiled sleepily. "Hey."

"Hey. Just wanted to tell you goodnight."

"Goodnight," she smiled. "I love you."

"I know."

They fell comfortably into sleep, only to be woken the next morning by the insistent chirping of Han's comm link.

"What do you want?" Han growled.

"Han," Wedge's voice filtered through. "Is this really your daughter?"

"Wedge, did you really wake me up to ask me that?"

"Well, yes sir, General sir," they both heard the smirk.

"Yes, she is," Han sighing.

"Wow," Wedge said shocked. Then he composed himself, "Have no fear, Solo, I'll take good care of her."

"I didn't have any until you said that, you keep your Corellian paws off of her, Antilles."

"Solo, I'm hurt, I would never…unless she came to me, you know I'm eye candy."

Han chucked the comm against the wall and sank back into the bed with a moan. Leia smiled and snuggled closer to him, throwing an arm around his chest. He kissed the top of her head and sighed again after glancing at the chrono and realizing that they needed to get up.

Uhh, so what'd y'all think