A/N: OMG! I finally updated (throws a party for myself then grovel at all my reviewers feet) I am so terribly sorry! But here I am! Updating again! Can you forgive me? (shows big puppy dog eyes and hands out cookies) But I thank you all for reviewing and sorry for the wait and the short chapter!

Chapter 11

While Leia and Han went tumbling from the ladder, Leia's Jedi reflects kicked in and in an instant she had her grappling hook out and extended it in an upwards motion. The hook caught on an edge about one hundred feet up, and once she knew that it had a good hold, she grabbed Han by the hand. This was a pretty hard position to hold, since Han was so heavy. She could feel her grip beginning to wane on Han's hand, but she called on the Force to help her keep all her strength. Within mere seconds, Leia already felt rejuvenated and felt as though she could hang here all day. But truthfully, Leia would be glad to get off of this rope; hell, she'd be glad to be gone form this ship and never come back. This whole trip in itself had been a total waste. Leia had gotten nothing done that she wished to do. She didn't confront Luke, or even Vader. All she had gotten was a loss of 10,000 dollars and getting nearly killed a few times. Yes, Leia would have been much better off without coming here at all.

"Hey!" Han yelled form beneath her.

"Yeah?" Leia asked, her voice hoarse.

"How are we gonna get out of this mess?" he asked as he looked about him. Doing this confirmed what he thought: they were going to die.

"Well, I've been thinking. We have two choices: one, I could either drop you and save myself (This received a groan form Han), or two, we can hang here until I can think of something."

"I think I like number two," Han replied quickly.

"I thought so."

There was a short pause before Han asked again, "So, any bright ideas yet, sweetheart?"

Leia looked from the rope, to the edge, down to Han, and then vice versa. "Yeah. I think that I might be able to force lift you up to the edge, and then you can pull me up."

Han's eyes widened at the idea. "Why don't you force lift yourself up to the edge and then pull me up?"

Leia sighed. "I can't fly, Han."

"Well are you sure you'll be able to force lift me? Are you experienced enough?"
"I've force lifted a couple of rocks before. How much different could a human be?"

Han scoffed. "A couple of rocks? You've been a Jedi for who knows how long, and you've only lifted a couple of rocks?"

"Hey!" Leia yelled back. "My teacher was killed before he taught me much more. And I'm sure I'm experienced to at least lift you for a couple of seconds." She paused. "And it's either this, or we can go through with my first choice."

"Oh no, I'm not letting you drop me. I think I'd rather take my chances by having you force lift me."

"Alright then. But I still have to drop you."

"WHAT!" screamed Han.

"Calm down. It will only be for a few seconds. I have to let go of you and then gather my concentration in order to force lift you."

"So let me get this straight. I'll be falling, getting closer and closer to the ground and my death, while you just hang here, getting your concentration in order?"

"Yep."

"I'm dead."

"Hey! Don't you trust me enough to catch you?" asked Leia defensively.

"NO!"

Leia sighed. "Fine then. We'll just hang here until someone else comes."

"Okay," said Han, relieved that he would not be falling.

But Han thought too soon. He felt Leia's hand leave his and her shape got farther and farther away from him as he fell closer and closer to the floor. He was in too much of a state of shock to yell or do anything. He just kept falling and falling and falling and falling… until finally he felt himself stop. Just when the ground was only a few feet away from his face, he felt himself stop falling. Now he was just floating in midair. Then suddenly he began to descend upwards, which truly amazed him. It was like he was flying. He could once again see Leia clearly, who had her eyes closed and was moving her one free hand upwards as well. She looked so tranquil, so concentrated... but Han only got to look at her for a moment before he was at the ledge and was dropped down onto it. For a few moments he just lied there, happy to be on solid ground, before he scooted over to the edge and looked down.

Leia looked up and him and asked, "Would you mind pulling me up too?"

Ham smirked and grabbed the rope, beginning to pull his companion up to safety. Once Leia was on the ledge with Han, they both sat there for a few more moments before Leia spoke.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it Han?"

"Alright, I'll have to admit that you didn't kill me," he said grudgingly.

"Good. Now come on, we have to get off this place once and for all."

"I would like nothing else."

So they began their descent… once more... to try and make it back to their ship.

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