He didn't know how they did it but they got outside and back to the Falcon. But without Chewie showing up at the last moment they all would be dead or prisoners, so likely be dead. They all ran as fast they could over the temple's roofs towards the approaching Falcon, her ramp already lowering. Both Leia and him got shot during the escape, but they were only stun blasts, both aimed at Leia, probably to take her alive and hostage. But Han wasn't going to let that happen, so he pushed her out of their sight multiple times and got shot in the process. As soon they reached the Falcon's ramp, he was last to enter, making sure all of the others, one in particular was in safely. Riekaan and Luke tried to convince him to follow the others to the medbunk, but he insisted on joining Chewie in the cockpit to get them out of this mess as soon as possible. So here he sat, still wounded, but couldn't care less. When Chewie realized, there was no way of Han leaving the cockpit, he got out himself, to at least get something for taking care of his stubborn friend's, still bleeding wound. After patching up the wound, Chewie mumbled something about him needing to rest, but he didn't really listen. He couldn't get the image of Leia out of his head. It lasted only a short moment, before his blaster hit her attacker, but still, seeing this guy pressing her against the wall for obvious reasons, brought a feeling up from deep inside him, he did burry a long time ago. Rage and nothing else. Fearless rage. He was in the middle of a battle field, fighting against numerous Imperials. After just breaking one of those bastard's necks, he turned around in panic to find her. During all the turmoil, they got separated and while shooting a couple of other guys while searching for her, his eyes finally found her. Pressed against the stone wall by some Imperial in uniform. That's when he lost it. Lowering his blaster, not caring if he got shot at, he took a beeline straight to them. That's when he took his first hit on his upper arm, but he just kept walking and when he reached his goal, he raised his blaster again and aimed it at the guy's leg. The man let go of Leia, losing balance and falling down to the floor. Han put his blaster down for a second, before deciding where to hit him next. He decided to do it slowly, so he aimed for the man's other leg. Ignoring his pain filled scream, he went for the men's groin and before the man had even a chance to realize what had happened, he went straight to the men's head, takin aim right between the eyes. The man was dead. Han didn't wait for him to hit the floor, he just turned to Leia and pulling her straight into his arms, pressing her head against his chest. She took a deep breath, putting her arms around him and burring her face deeper into his shirt. Despite what almost happened to her, she couldn't feel safer. Han had this effect on her, she couldn't deny that, but hearing the blaster shots around them, she decided there was no time for any emotions right now. She took one last breath of his scent, before pulling away and urging him to get out of there.

When Leia entered the cockpit an hour later, she found Han sleeping in his cockpit chair. Chewie was busy making dinner, so she took the opportunity to sit down in his chair and watching Han sleeping for a while. It was an odd feeling, she felt when Riekaan told her that he didn't order Han to get her off base, when they were on attack. It was Han's decision to save her life. Again. She almost lost track of how many times he saved her life. She smiled at him, sitting there, his head slightly hanging. He mumbled something in his sleep and turned his head, so he was facing her, letting out a short snore. Leia had to suppress the urge to run her finger's over his forehead, to wipe away some stranded hair. She actually had to suppress to touch all of him. He looked so peaceful. Different from when he saved her from the Imperial. Back then, his face showed rage and nothing else. She had seen him angry before but never like this and it made her feel slightly uneasy. Was it just because of her or because of something that happened in his life? Was it because of her or would he have saved anybody from a situation like this? Of course, he would have, Leia! He is a good man, even if he doesn't like to show it often. She told herself, leaning forward a bit to get a closer look at him. His shirt was covered with blood, dirt and sweat and he looked so tired. He shouldn't sleep like this. She thought, wanting to tug him in herself.

"You're staring princess." He mumbled, a grin forming on his face, but he kept his eyes closed. Pulling her eyes off him and leaning back into the seat, she felt the blush appearing.

"You're okay?" He asked, opening his eyes to take a closer look at her. She just nodded. "How are you feeling?" She asked, taking a side look at him. "Just a bit stiff." He shrugged.

"Chewie said you didn't want to get yourself patched up." She tried, taking a closer look at his two blaster wounds. "Oh don't worry, he did patch me up." Han smiled, lifting his shirt to show her. It still looked terrible. "Had a little trouble keeping his fur out of it though." He grinned, trying to lighten up the mood, after seeing the worry in her eyes but it didn't work. She stared at it, as if the blood still was running out of his body.

"Now, I showed you mine you show me yours." He smirked, pulling down his shirt to cover his wound. Much to his surprise, she leaned back and pulled up her shirt as well, showing him her wound. They were both hit at the same spot. They both grinned at each other, starting to laugh. "I guess we have something in common now, princess."

"Well mine will certainly heal faster, if you don't get it patched up the right way." She remained smiling, but couldn't hide the worry. "Oh don't worry, Chewie did a good job."

He yawned, leaning back, forcing himself to look away from her and to look out into the stars.

"You should rest Han." She urged, her voice soft and worried. "I'm resting right now." He shrugged, keeping his gaze away from her. "I meant sleeping."

"A bit too crowded for me." Han mumbled, looking down his hands. She considered him for a moment, before getting up and offering him her hand. "Come on flyboy, I've heard the Captain's bunk is still available." She smiled, as he hesitated to take her hand.

"I've heard it's housing a princess lately." He looked up at her, not yet taking her hand.

"I think we both could use some good sleep for a change. Come on." She smiled, reaching for his hand herself and pulling him up. Usually Han would have made something out of this situation, at least a cheap joke, but he couldn't. The thought of having her safely tugged in beside him, would be enough for now.

Leia knew the Falcon's alley would be packed with rebels, eating but she didn't care. Han needed rest and that's all she cared about now.

Of course, the looks they received didn't go unnoticed. Smelling the soup Chewie made for dinner, reminded her that they both haven't had a decent meal since gods know when. She took in Han's appearance for a moment. "I think you should take a shower." Turning around, he smirked at her. "Care to join me princess?" Normally she would have rolled her eyes at that, but she couldn't help but smile. The scoundrel is back. She noticed relieved. "You take a shower and I get you something to eat and something to patch you up a bit better."

Before he could reply, she was out of the cabin, leaving him chuckling by himself.

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When she came back to the cabin, he was already sitting on the bed. He looked like a little boy, waiting for his mother to take care of him, sitting there only in his boxer briefs, ready to fall asleep at every moment. His body however showed nothing boyish, of course. Taking a deep breath to calm her desires, she stepped in front of him. "I get you patched up and then you have to eat something." Opening the medical kit, she began to prepare his patching up.

"I'm too tired to eat." He mumbled, keeping his gaze at her. "And yet you have to eat." She sighted, applying the Bacta on his wound, ignoring his wincing. "Don't be a baby Han. I will be done in a minute." She smiled, taking a look at his arm wound.

"The arm looks worst though. You have to go to the medcenter as soon we hit base."

"Whatever you say sweetheart." He obviously was too tired to argue.

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After taking a shower herself, she stepped into the captain's cabin. Han was already lying in bed, fast asleep. Taking a moment to watch him sleep once again, she crawled into the bed and lay down next to him. As soon as she hit the mattress, he turned to his side and pulled her in his arms. She didn't resist, enjoying the warm feeling creeping up inside her and moved even closer to his chest, pulling his arm tide around herself.