Disclaimer: George's universe, I just play here.

Characters: Han Solo / Leia Organa

Rated: K

Genre: Set before the Rebels relocated to Hoth. About two years after ANH(ish).


Leia looked up again; hoping, rather fruitlessly; that he was gone.

Han sat across from her, long legs stretched out in front of him, arms folding behind his head.

She sighed. Long days, sleepless nights, bad food, the Rouges, Imperial probes, and not to mention that business on Ord Mandel a months ago which she was still trying to deal with. Everything in her life added up to stress. She didn't need this right now. Actually, she didn't need this ever.

"Don't you have something you could be doing right now?"

He grinned - that annoying, insufferable, handsome, slow grin - and sank further into the chair opposite her.

"Yup."

"Well, shouldn't you be," she motioned, throwing up both hands carefully, "doing it?"

"Yup."

"But you'd rather stay here and annoy me?"

"Ouch, Princess. I thought I was keeping you company."

"No. Not."

"Oh. Alright then." And with that, he closed his eyes.

She stared at him for several more seconds before shaking her head and return to her work, trying to concentrate.

She didn't have the energy to fight with him, maybe if she ignored him, he would leave her in peace.