Leia sat quietly in front of the receptionist in the quiet office. The sound of her typing echoing through the room. Leia looked at the women, her white hair was securely tied up as she types material into the typewriter.

Leia looks down at her shoe as it tapped against the floor. The older woman looks up from her typewriter.

"You're gonna wear it out if you keep doing that." She says, looking back to the typewriter.

"My shoe?" Leia asks, not understanding the statement.

"No, the floor." The woman responds, lighting a cigarette. Leia bobs her head, not responding to the woman. Out of habit Leia runs her hands over her thighs to smooth out her skirt.

"Leia." A voice calls, catching the young woman's attention. Leia looks up to see one of her father's oldest friends appear from the door. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Tarkin's men don't let you off until they discuss every matter in great detail."

"That's alright Mon, I don't mind waiting." Leia says, standing to meet the redhead. The middle-aged woman reaches out, embracing her. The hug was awkward, neither of them unable to decide whether this meeting was a professional one or a personal.

"Please, come into my office." Mon Mothma places her hand on Leia's back, ushering the woman into her office. Leia stands to the side, waiting for Mon to sit down. "Please sit."

Leia takes a seat in the old chair across from Mon.

"Alright, So Doris gave me your resume." The older woman states, looking over the piece of paper. "You have had no formal education?"

"No, once I graduated school I immediately signed up for the women's corps."

"How old are you?"

"I'll be 21 in May." Leia responds, Mon looks up from the resume over to the brunette.

"21 was the minimum age to sign up for the Women's Corps."

"It's easier to lie about your age on paper than one would think." Leia responds, not breaking eye contact with the woman. Mon chuckles, shaking her head.

"How did Bail feel about that?"

"It wasn't him that needed convincing, it was my mother."

"Breha? Now that does surprise me. Your mother was the most devoted suffragette I'd known."

"She was proud of me, but worried. She didn't want anything to happen to me."

"Well, you were the light of her life. You know her and your father tried for many years to have children and the day you came into their life, was the happiest I had ever seen them. On your christening, she wouldn't let anyone hold you, she just held you for the whole day." Mon smiles sadly, remembering her dearest friends.

"Mon, I hope you're not considering me for this job based on who my parents are."

"No, I am not. However, if you are anything like your father I know you will be a good and hard worker."

"What exactly will I be doing?"

"I need someone in the back, to file documents and organize my affairs. Doris, will stay on as my secretary, making meetings. But as she gets older there are a few tasks she is unable preform anymore. But for the most part I will be asking you to attend meetings with me and writing notes as we go." Mon explains. "Now the subject of your payment. How does 65 cents an hour sound?"

"65 cents?" Leia repeats

"I would offer more, but since the war I've had to hire on several men for jobs."

"No, it's fine. That's more money than any of my friend's make."

"Well it's settled then." Mon stands from the chair, Leia follows suit and shakes the woman's extended hand. "You start on Monday the 21st."

"Thank you Mon." Leia moves to leave.

"Leia." The older woman calls. Leia turns to face her. "Are you still living with that man?"

"Han? Yes I am." Leia responds, her hand resting on the door knob.

"I could arrange other arrangements for you."

"Thank you Mon. But I'm fine where I am, Chewie's not a bad cook when you get used to his style of cooking."

"Well…um….Chewie is not the one I am concerned about. It's the other man. However, if you insist you are fine I will leave it alone. Just, be careful around him." Mon warns, staring after the young woman as she leaves the office. Leia looks over at the receptionist, who glares at her as she leaves.

She lightly closes the door as she leaves the building.

"How'd it go?" A voice appears. Leia looks over, seeing Han leaning up against the building with a cigarette in his hand.

"How did you know I was here?" Leia raises her eyebrow at him.

"You left your agenda open."

"So you followed me here?"

"Not exactly, I inquired after you." Han grabs her by the hand, intertwining her fingers in his. Leia lightly smiles at this gesture, but notices Mon Mothma looking out the window from her office. Leia slips her hands out of his.

"Maybe not in the street." Leia protests.

"What's the matter Princess? Getting shy all of a sudden?"

"People in this town tend to have a bad opinion of you it seems."

"How could anyone say such a thing? I am a delight." Han says, feigning offence.

"You're anything but." Leia smirks as they begin to walk down the street.

"So, what you gonna be her secretary?"

"Not exactly, her aide."

"What's the difference?"

"I organize her meetings, I will be tasked with doing some of her book keeping in the office. Among other things." Leia explains, Han looks over at her raising his eyebrow.

"That sounds a lot like being a secretary Princess."

"It isn't, you nutter." Leia chuckles, slightly pushing him aside. Han chuckles and nudges her in response. Leia's smile drops as a familiar figure approaches the two.

"Leia, darling." The woman calls, Leia stops as Thelma Hapes approaches the two of them. Her heels, the woman could barely walk in, clacked against the pavement. The blonde women places two pecks on the younger woman's cheek.

"What did you think of that? It's the fashion in Paris." Thelma says, smoothing out her blue silk dress.

"Very…. interesting." Leia says, unsure how to respond to the woman.

"Yes, I think it's absolutely darling." Only then did the older woman notice the man standing behind Leia. "And who might he be?" She asks, looking back to Leia.

"This is Han, he is…my landlord…of sorts."

"So he's the one you've been living with."

"Indeed he is." Leia nods.

"He speaks too." Han incepts the women's conversation. The tall blonde briefly looks over at the man, blinking once before turning her attention back to Leia.

"Anyhow, we must have you over for dinner one of these nights. Isolder would be pleased to see you."

"I have seen him."

"Well I know that, I mean without the presence of…. other factors." She states, her eyes briefly looking to Han then back to Leia. Leia smirks at the woman's typical response.

"Perhaps another time in the future." Leia looks to Han, grasping his hand in hers. "Han and I are rather preoccupied in the foreseeable future. Good-day." The two walk away from the stunned blonde, continuing on their way home.

"I thought people in this town had a bad opinion of me." Han raises an eyebrow as they walk out of ear shot of the older woman.

"It has occurred to me, that I do not care." Leia responds, looking up at him with a smile. Unable to help himself, her smiles in response.

"And you say I'm the nutter." He says, slightly pushing her, sending her stumbling.

Author's note:

Thanks for reading! So I am going traveling for a period of time and will not be bringing my laptop, and I will be unable to post for a while. I may get one more done before I go but in the event, I don't I am warning.

-Tamorasky.