AN: Okay, peeps, this chapter'll be from Han's P.O.V. I said that the next chapter would be out today, but the site changes screwed it up. Lo siento.

That woman confused him to no end. One minute she would be bearable, the next it seemed like she had Darth Vader's temper. Sometimes she would ignore his arguments, the other times it was like she would rather murder him than allow one of his comments to sink in.

Sighing, Han Solo wiped beads of sweat from his forehead. How did one girl manage to completely dominate his thoughts? Was it her form? Her full lips? Her hips?

Then, of course, it was the fact she was a princess. Surprisingly, to him, money didn't matter as much anymore. But still...

No. It was something else. There was something about the young princess that mystified and intrigued him. She was hiding something. Something that was of vital importance. That was what caught his attention.

But what could she hide? Ever since their first meeting on the Death Star, she had grown colder, icier. It sometimes seemed as though she wanted to lash out, to physically harm somebody. But why would she want to harm a member of a rebellion that she helped to lead?

Something he pressed gave a loud crunch.

"Sith!" His swear surprised even himself. Or maybe it was the fact he had snapped the tool he was using in half. He grumbled more curses under his breath, crawling out of the engine compartment. Chewie would have a spare. Should have a spare, he thought.

He trudged through his ship, the smuggling compartments beneath him amplifying the sound of his steps. And then something beeped.

He froze. It sounded like a comlink. Normal, everyday occurrence.

At least, when they weren't stranded in a ship that had its communications blocked.

His hand slid towards his blaster. Maybe he was just overreacting.

Nope. The thing beeped again. He gripped the frame of the door.

And then he heard Leia's voice.

"Yes?"

He was shocked. Her voice was so dark, so evil that his mind screamed in warning. That simple word flipped his world upside down.

Then his galaxy was flipped upside down when he heard the replying voice.

"He sensed another Force-user, Leia. Perhaps screaming at me during meditation helped solve our issue."

Han registered a number of things. One, the speaker was on familiar terms with her. He knew, like, three people that could call her by her first name without getting their heads chewed off. Two, Leia had apparently been yelling at someone, which was most unlike her.

"My Lord, I didn't mean to-"

"Enough. I know why you were foolish enough to contact me. Do not do it again."

There was a pause. Then Leia's voice came through, weak and submissive. "Yes, Master."

Solo choked back a very un-manly gasp. His time in the Academy had taught him many things - most of it brainwashing. But the day Lord Vader came into play, he paid attention. Most of the stuff said was stupid, like how much of a help the oh-so-dedicated Dark Lord of the Sith was to the Empire. But then he heard that Vader was the apprentice. His master was unknown.

His master. Dark Lord. Coincidence? He thought not.

"Tell me, where are you? Who are you with?"

"Umm. Since your ship is out of the field, you're actually passing us. The other two are still behind us yet."

There was a pause. "I'm with a droid, a wookie, and a smuggler. We're stranded in the middle of an asteroid field."

An odd tone came into the man's deep voice.

"A smuggler? If he lays a hand on you, I swear I'll skin him alive."

Han swallowed.

"I'll beat you to the job, Master," Leia promised vehemently.

The man gave a malicious sounding chuckle. "I'm sure you will, my daughter," he murmured. "I will see you soon."

"Master?"

A surprised breath came from the other end. "What?"

Leia was hesitant, but she still asked. "What happened to the Jedi?" The hatred in her voice was unmistakeable.

He growled, a shocking sound. "Kenobi got away. A boy with blonde hair came and interfered."

The princess gave a soft, frustrated groan. "His apprentice, Luke."

"Indeed. I will see you soon."

Beep. The conversation ended, with no chance for her to extend her welcome.

He gasped in air, unaware that he had been holding his breath. Oh, gods, he thought weakly. Who is this girl?

He staggered back to the hyperdrive. There, he collapsed into a heap.

Think, Solo, think. Pull yourself together! He thanked the gods that he could think clearly in a crisis. And this was a crisis.

She addressed the man as "Master" and "My Lord". She obviously obeyed what he said with little or no questions asked. She held a deep contempt for the two most respected men on base. She was from a peaceful planet, and she sounded dead serious when she spoke of skinning him alive. She willingly divulged her location. And, somehow, she knew where the Star Destroyers were in relation to their stranded state.

Force-sensitive, Han realised franticly. She can touch the Force! But if she hates the Jedi, then what...?

Oh, sith. Pun intended.

Well, how am I gonna get out of this one? he wondered. By doing the unexpected. Great. What was that?

"If he lays a hand on you, I'll skin him alive." "I'll beat you to it, Master." What if she didn't know that he'd caught her? Then he could continue flirting. If a threat had been intended, what better way to push the threat aside than to do what you weren't supposed to?

Han realised that his life was on the line. (No kidding) If he didn't seduce the woman who was most likely his greatest enemy, then he, and the Alliance, were doomed.