A/N: Hey awesome readers. You guys literally are the best. It is so nice to find people out there that love Han and Leia as much as I do. Thanks for the encouragement.

Leia boarded her own ship, shaken by that encounter with Han. She felt unsafe and unsure – she hadn't been without Han on a mission for an entire year. A year…she couldn't believe what that man had done to her in a year.

She smiled vaguely at Luke who motioned for her to get strapped in for take off. She went through the process methodically, looking around the cold, pristine insides of the ship. It lacked character, it lacked emotion. Through the blaster shield she could see the Falcon shooting out of the hanger and into open space. Within a few seconds she saw a flash of blue as Han and Chewie jumped into hyper-space and were gone.

"Don't worry about the pirate, your highness, he's not worth your time," Colin said flippantly as he walked past her to the cockpit with Luke. The way he insulted Han made her brows furrow in silent protest. She wished with every bone in her body that she didn't have to go on this diplomatic mission.

*You are flying recklessly, do you want to get us killed cub?* Chewie roared in protest as Han made a too narrow of calculation and steered the falcon much too close to a broken shard of a meteorite. Han knew his entire mind wasn't on the flight back to Kashyyk to see Chewie's family and take some time to himself – it was light-years away on a sterile ship with Leia.

"Sorry buddy, I just…"

*You made a big mistake* Chewie growled softer now, cocking his head towards his best friend, the man he not only owed a life-debt to, but respected and loved like a brother.

"I'm starting to think so," Han's mouth was a think line as he eased up on the thruster, taking things slower as they continued their journey.

*You love the Princess, I've known that for a while now* his hairy friends' eyes focused on Han who shook his head immediately in protest.

"You've got it all wrong fur ball, I don't love that stubborn woman. I tolerate her. I'm just concerned that that creep Colin is going to try something…or even Luke for that matter, the poor kid's got it bad for her,"

*You can't fool me cub* Chewie laughed and Han turned red in the face. So what if he did love her? Was that a crime? It sure as hell wasn't practical – he thought to himself. He knew she was fit to be with someone like Colin; a respectable alliance pilot who didn't have a seedy history. Or even with the budding Jedi and his crazy force powers. Someone impressive.

All Han had to offer was a piece of shit ship and a wookiee. That wasn't much of an offer for a Princess.

"I'm NOT in love with the little braided brat alright? I'm just worried she's going to get herself killed. Mon Mothma shouldn't be sending a nineteen year old girl to the outer rim. I don't care if Luke has a light saber" Han ended their conversation bluntly. Chewie flipped some controls to conserve power on their long flight and crossed his arms, shaking his head.

"What are you doing?" Leia asked sleepily as she rolled over on the bed in the ship. It had been 18 hours since they left Coruscant and she had gone to bed a few hours earlier. She tried to wipe the haziness out of her eyes as they adjusted to what was going on in the dark cabin.

"The ships' on auto, R2's got it under control. Luke's asleep in the other cot. I'm not sleeping on the floor," Colin said matter-of-factly as he stripped his shirt off and folded it on one of the simple chairs by a small desk in the only cabin on board. He walked over to the bed Leia had been sleeping in and crawled in.

She jolted up and moved as far away from him as possible.

"You will sleep on the floor, I do not share a bed, with anyone. I am the Princess of Alderaan!" Leia nearly shrieked at him. Not even Han had been so presumptuous.

"Former Princess," Colin said, settling into the pillows besides her, "You are a Senator of the Galactic Empire and a damn good one, but I am not sleeping on the floor of my own ship."

"I am still a Princess regardless of the fact that my home planet is gone," Leia said sharply at his nonchalance. He didn't seem willing to move. Her icy looks were not working to get him out of the bed. She pulled her long, knee-skimming white nightie down father, pulling on the hem under the blankets and settled back down. She didn't want to sleep on the floor either. She never had. She kept a foot of space between herself and Colin and laid her head back on the pillow, facing away from him.

"I won't bite Princess," Colin whispered. His voice was husky in the dark room. Leia felt an ache. She wanted to be held by someone – anything to comfort her that Han had left and deserted her and the alliance and the mission. A few days ago, she had thought Colin attractive at the bar. But he was more like a pawn to get Han to open up.

She ignored her ache, closed her eyes and feigned sleep.

A/N: I know not much happened in this chapter, but I wanted to give you an insight to what both of them are thinking. Much more drama to come. If you are reading this please leave a review. They have been sparse lately and they really push me to write more, you have no idea!