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A/N: I'm so terrible, after leaving you with that cliffie. Sorry, but this is a short chapter too! But trust me, this is just the beginning of some quality H/A interaction. For the next two weeks I'm a little swamped with university work. So I might post another chapter in that time, but no guaruntees. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, you don't know how appreciative I am!

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Chapter Three: So you're a pilot, hey?

The look of irritation was apparent in Leia's eyes as she introduced the man standing beside her to her parents. Anakin noticed this straight away and it threw him off guard a little. The man standing next to his daughter was not quite what he had expected. He looked much older than the twins, had little sense of style and the less said about his hair the better.

The man standing in his hallway next to his daughter contrasted with her deeply. Leia was wearing a white Senatorial gown in the Alderaanian fashion. Her hair was wound back in an intricate design and her youthful face was scrunched up in a face Anakin hadn't seen for years. It was the face she pulled when she didn't get her way. He couldn't help but smirk- it was obvious that Leia had been arguing with him.

Anakin looked over at his son to see his reaction. Although Luke had a look of shock on his face, he didn't seem all too surprised. He obviously knew more than he was letting on. Anakin decided he'd deal with him later.

Luckily, Padmé sprung into action almost immediately. Standing up she made her way over to her daughter and her companion.

"Welcome, Mr. Solo! You two must be exhausted. Sit, sit," she said with her motherly charm kicking in. Leia shot her a look of appreciation.

"Well actually it's Captain Solo Chancellor Skywalker," Han replied, a tinge of sarcasm in his voice. Leia swiftly kicked him underneath the table.

"Captain Solo?" inquired Anakin, the first words he had spoken since they had arrived. Everyone at the table looked at Han expectantly.

"Yeah. Proud owner and Captain of the Millennium Falcon. Fastest ship in the galaxy," Han replied, the pride distinct in his voice. Somewhere in his mind, Anakin heard Luke snort. But all that was going through his mind right now was Han Solo.

"Interesting. So you're a pilot, hey? So what do you get up to during your ground time?" Anakin asked. You know, besides picking up young eighteen year old Skywalkers? he added silently.

Han leant back in his chair. "Oh you know; this and that. Go back home most of the time."

"Home. Where might that be?"

Han smirked. He obviously had this kind of unsettling effect on most of the Skywalkers. Except that he didn't especially feel like kissing Leia's father after an argument.

"Corellia," was all he offered. Sensing the tension in the air Leia shot her mother another desperate look.

"So Leia... how is Bail?"

So as Leia, Luke and Padmé spoke about Leia's latest political intrigues, Anakin sat in silence glaring at the Captain who was sitting at his table. There was something about him- something rogue. The way he cockily smiled back at him irritated him more. He was going to find out what Captain Han Solo of the Millennium Falcon was hiding.