"Hello," said Han, as Leia opened her eyes. "This is not what it se-."

That was as far as he got, before Leia's hand flew up, and punced him in the face. He stumbled back, cursing, and holding his hand to his nose. Leia tried to leap up, but her head spun, and she almost fell down again.

"Careful," Han said, his voice muffles by his hand. "You hit you head. Given that you haven't fully healed, I'd suggest that-."

Leia spun one of her legs around, catching him in the stomach. Han gasped, winded, and doubled over. Leia slid out of the bes that she'd been lying in, and crouched on the floor, staring around her. She was in a small metal room, with a bed, a table, and a door, leading out into a corridor. There was an open medical kit on the table, one that was issued to ships and schools.

Nearby, Han stopped coughing, and straightened up. Leia spun around, and slammed him roughly against the wall. Han tried to throw her off, but Leia grabbed his wrists, and twisted his arms into uncomfortable positions. Ignoring the pounding in her skull, she glared right into his face. "Where am I?'

Han groaned. "Jeez, Princess, you could have asked." Leia noticed that one of his shoulders was wrapped in a bandage, but she only half-cared. She twisted his arms further.

"Fine," Han growled. "I don't care if you're a girl." Then he brought his knee up toward Leia's stomach. Leia dodged away, but she had to let go of Han to do so. Han leaped away from the wall. Slowly, the two circled each other.

Han's hands were up, but he was tense. "Leia. Stop. Calm down. Let's talk about this. Like I said, it's n-." Leia lunged at him, and he was forced to stop talking, in an effort to ward her off. He tried to swing at her, but she leaped backward again, as graceful as a dancer.

Wait, what?

Han blinked, trying to figure out what had just run through his mind. But he snapped back to the present, as Leia's hand darted backward, and grabbed a syringe from the open medical kit. She saw Han's eyes widen. "Woah. Hey. Put that down."

Leia crouched, her eyes wild. She pressed the syringe against her palm, the needle pointing up, and leaped toward Han. Han yelled something, and stumbled backward, his hands raised over his face, although they both knew that it wouldn't help.

Leia had almost made it across the room, when something wrapped around her waist, yanking her backward. She thrashed, trying to stab whatever it was with the needle, but it didn't work. A huge hand grabbed the syringe, and pulled it from her grasp, sending it hurtling across the room. Desperately, Leia kicked out, but she found herself lifted off the ground. An arm, covered with thick brown hair, pinned her arms to her sides. She was helpless.

Slowly, Han straightened, watching Leia carefully. He whiped the back of his hand across his forhead. "Thanks Chewie. I needed that."

Leia blinked, confused. Then she jumped, as something behind her growled. Swinging her head around, she came face to face with a literal wall of fur. She tipped her face up, and spotted the face of a young Wookie.

Oh.

Leia had heard about Han Solo's Wookie friend. She just hadn't given it much thought. Now the prices fell into place. The Wookie must be holding her back. She just hadn't heard him come in.

Han walked forward. "Okay. Leia. Here's how it works. I didn't kidnap you." He paused. "Okay, maybe I did a little bit, but not for, like, ransom or anything. I wanted to keep you safe, see, and - Chewie! Stop laughing!"

Leia's body started shaking, as the Wookie - Chewie - began laughing. He growled out something, and Han rolled his eyes. "Shut it, you. Would you rather she have gotten shot?" He turned back to Leia. "Look, what do you remember about the fight?"

Frowning, Leia searched her memory. "There were Storm-troopers," she said, slowly. A shiver went down her spin as she remembered the trooper's odd behavior. "They were attacking us. They knocked me out." She turned her accusing eyes on Han. "Then you kidnapped me."

Han groaned. "Again with the kidnapping thing. Look, princess, the whole thing was an accident. I had too much adrenalin going, and I didn't realize that I'd taken you until it was too late. I guess..." He trailed off, and looked at the ground. After a second, he said, "I thought they were going to kill you. The troopers, I mean."

Leia raised her eyebrows, trying to appear like this confession didn't affect her. In reality, though, she was pleasantly surprised. Did he just say that he saved my life? That he cares whether I live or die? Aloud, she said, "How cute."

Han glared. "Don't make me regret it, your Highness. As soon as it's safe to return, Chewie and I are taking you back. Which reminds me." He gestured grandly in her direction. "Meet my co-pilot, Chewbacca. Let her go, Chewie."

The arm around Leia's waist abruptly let her go, and she dropped to the ground. She spun around, and trained her eyes on the huge Wookie. He held out one enormous hand to her, and she flinched back. The Wookie sighed, and waited. After a second, when nothing happened, Leia warily took the giant, furry paw.

"Aw," Han said, earning a glare from both Leia and Chewbacca. Snickering, he walked to the door-way, and yelled. "Hey Skywalker! Get over here!" He turned back to Leia. "You should probably meet the other passenger on this ship."

Before Leia could react, the familiar face of Luke Skywalker appeared around the door. His eyes opened wide when he saw Leia, and his mouth dropped open. Leia was just as shocked. "Luke? What in space are you doing here!?"

Han slung an arm around Luke's shoulders. "This here is my mechanic. You were right, Leia, he is a genius. Also, he's the kidnapped one, not you."

"Y-you mean that you were the one that-?"

"Yup." Han gave a little bow. "Well, technically, Fuzzy-Wuzzy over there did all the work, but it was my idea. I needed a mechanic, and you did say he was good."

"Oh stars." Leia closed her eyes. "You're saying that I...Oh stars. Luke, I'm so sorry. I'm the one that told him about you."

Luke shrugged awkwardly. "It's alright," he muttered. "It's not that bad here. And it's kind of fun." Leia looked at him, surprised, while Han burst out laughing.

Before any of them could say anything else, a screeching noise erupted through the ship's speaker system. Leia flinched, and both Luke and Chewbacca covered their ears. Han jumped, then cursed. "Oh please," he muttered. "Not now."

"What?" Leia asked, shouting to be heard above that awful noise. "What's going on?"

Instead of answering, Han bolted from the room, ignoring the protests from behind him. He raced through the ship, and burst into the cock-pit. Sinking down into his seat, he glanced out the front window, and swore. Then he straightened his hair, mopped his brow, and tried to look as calm as possible. Swallowing, he pressed the Accept call button blinking on his dash-board.

Turning to face the small holo-gram that popped up, he said, "Hey there, Jabba."