Who is Vykk?



Disclaimer: If you didn't know that Han, Leia, the Millennium Falcon and Corellia belonged to George Lucas, not some teenage girl, then I don't see why you should even bother to read this story...

AN: Cursiv is either flashbacks or thoughts. This has not been beta-read, but hopefully, it will be, and then I might change a couple of things. If any of you have ideas for what I should change, then please tell me, and if anyone does something out of character, then I must know.



Leia was standing in the middle of a crowded street on Corellia, of all places. The place where Han was born. That was about all she knew. She had tried to ask Han, but he didn't seam to keen on telling her about his childhood. When it came to Han, it seamed like the time before they met on the Death Star was off limits. Something not to be mentioned, and every time anyone tried to bring it up, he'd mumble something and take of to check on the Falcon and stuff like that. It annoyed Leia. Much about Han annoyed Leia. His ego, bug mouth, manners, his nicknames for her, the fact that he refused to join the rebel alliance... The list went on for ages, and the thing she hated the most, was that he was always going on about blasting out of the place. Shouldn't she be cheerful? They were never really friends. They were always picking on each other, always calling the other names. Princess... Nerf-herder... Your worshipfulness... Flyboy... She should be dancing and singing the day he left, but she knew she wouldn't. She tried to excuse herself by the fact that he was a good pilot, and the rebels needed a pilot, but she couldn't even fool herself. The truth was, she was starting to like that scruffy looking nerf-herder. Gorgeous looking scoundrel was more like it.

No, Leia thought. I will not think of Han Solo like that!





She would not think of him at all. Thinking about a man that wouldn't even tell her about something as innocent as his childhood. She remembered their conversation perfectly well. Leia was sent to Corellia to pick up some information for the rebellion, and she needed a pilot that spoke Corellian. Wedge was on a mission, so Solo had been the only Corellian left. They had conversated half of the 10 stander time parts the flight took, and the princess had finally managed to turn the conversation over to Han's past. No where to run, no where to hide!

She had started out with a question as simple as how old he was the last time he'd been on Corellia.



"I haven't been there since I was 5." He muttered.

"Really? Your parents decided to move?" Simple question, but unfortunately, the answer hadn't been that simple. Han was silent for a short while, but in the end, he'd seamed to have come up with an answer.

"The decision was mine, really. Kind off, at least. I was too young to know what I got myself into." This had been the part when Leia got really interested. She tried to ask him out, but it somehow seamed like something finally managed to shut his big mouth up. Unfortunately, it was just when she wanted it to stay open. An alarm had gone of, telling that it was time to jump out of hyper space, and Han had left. This was why they had needed him to pilot her, Coreillians were a suspicious people, and they didn't like "outsiders" that much. A Corellian, on the other hand, would have no trouble whatsoever, when it came to getting a landing-permission. Han had landed the Falcon, and followed Leia to the meeting point. She told him that she'd been gone for a while, and he had answered her that he didn't mind. He had things to do as well. When Leia was about to ask what kind of things, he was gone.

Leia had been waiting for Han for half a standard time part, and was really starting to get grumpy. Where was he anyway? Aliens she knew, humanoids and aliens she had never even heard of walked past her.

Then she spotted him.

It was a dark ally, almost invisible to the crowded street, but she was sure that it was Han. She recognized the jacket and the brown hair. She ran over to the ally and tapped the smugglers shoulder. He slowly turned, and Leia let out a gasp. This wasn't Han. The man was much older, his jacket was a deeper blue than Han's, and his hair carried hints of gray.

"I'm sorry!" She stuttered confused. "I thought you where someone else."

"Hey sweetheart." The older man said, eying Leia with great interest. The way he said "sweetheart" made her feel uncomfortable. So did the way he looked at her.

"I'll just go now." She explained, shaking. This was ridicules. An old man like that shouldn't be able to scare her like this. She had confronted Darth Vader. This man shouldn't even be able to make her edgy, but he did. She turned to walk away.

"Not so fast there, darling." He grabbed a hold of her arm. "I think we should get to know each other better. How about dropping into the hotel I'm staying on? I can assure you that we could have a REAL good time." Now Leia was scared! She tried to get away from the man, but this just seamed to make him angry. His iron grip was amazingly strong, and the Princess could feel the tip of a blaster being shoved into her back. She felt like panicking, but she remained her dignity, even if fear was radiating from her brown eyes. He started pushing her against a creepy motel.

Where was Han when she truly needed him..?

AN: I'm back! Now, what was good, what was bad. Any suggestions? Leave a review to let me know...