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A/N: First off, kudos to Violet Eternity for picking up on the MC Hammer reference I stuck in there :D Have a cookie! Secondly, here's the link to a supporting image for the fic. It's terrible, but hey...www (dot) nicole (dot) littlevampirebites (dot) com(fwd slash) mtsimage (dot) jpg. Sorry about that form, that's all And if anyone wants to read EU or slash for the awards, please let me know! And finally, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Be prepared, the end is near ;) Hugs!

Chapter Fifteen: Wake Up And Smell The Caf

Anakin stood outside the dungeon. Solo hadn't been alerted to his presence yet. Anakin knew he probably should wait for Luke and Leia to arrive. But that wasn't going to happen. He was content listening to Han talking to himself for the moment. It was actually quite amusing.

"I'll get outta here, mark my words sleazeball!" More muttering.

"You tell Jabba that he'll get his money if he lets me go!"

And more muffled muttering.

"You tell that overgrown slime that he is a son of a…"

"You kiss your mother with that mouth, Solo?" Anakin quipped, as he opened the lock on the door and kicked it open.

Solo stood in the middle of the room with his mouth hanging open in shock. Anakin twirled his lightsaber and enjoyed the reaction he warranted from the pirate. He smiled.

"What's the matter Solo? Not happy to see me?"

Han snorted. "Yeah, thrilled. Quite frankly I would have preferred the Rancor."

Typical smugger ingratitude. He wasn't surprised. Han was going to get it. Big time. And while he was standing in the middle of the room, still in handcuffs, Anakin couldn't help but seize the opportunity.

"Do you think its good space etiquette to lure people here to save your hide?" Anakin asked simply.

Han snorted in response. "I didn't ask you to come here, Paps. And honestly, I would have preferred if you didn't. Especially if it's out of some misplaced sense of guilt you have for screaming at me and kicking me out of your house. Sore loser!"

Did this overgrown monkey actually think he travelled halfway across the galaxy to save him? "I didn't come all the way here to save you, Solo. If it were up to me I would have been quite content to leave you rotting here in this cell. This still wouldn't have been far enough away from my daughter!"

"Oh, I see. You're just jealous that a big, bad man is gonna take your precious little daughter away from you. Wake up and smell the caf, Paps! She's not your little girl anymore!"

A Jedi shall always control their emotions.

A father shall always control his urge to punch his daughter's suitor square in the face at any given opportunity.

Not this time. Anakin Skywalker was a great Jedi Master. He and his son had taken down a room full of Jabba's guards. But not even the Chosen One was immune to such annoyance as the smart mouth of Han Solo.

He raised his fist and punched Han in the face. The sound of flesh connecting with flesh resonated and in slow motion, Han's face jerked backwards. He had done it. Anakin had finally stooped to the smuggler's level. And he was satisfied. That was until he heard a shrill voice from behind him.

"What on Kessel do you THINK YOU ARE DOING?"

Anakin winced. He knew that voice. It was Leia. And she was mighty unimpressed. He whipped around to face his daughter. She stood, eyes blazing with fury he had never seen before. Her hands were on her hips and she stood in her most menacing pose. She was small but she was still intimidating. Luke and Chewbacca stood behind her, both trying to hide their obvious amusement at the situation.

"Ah, Leia. Look, I found him!" Anakin exclaimed, weakly moving out of her line of sight. Her eyes widened.

"Han!"

Han winced as he moved his head around after that punch. He was already beginning to feel the bruise around his eye begin to develop. Anakin would pay for that. His eyes took a second to focus. And then he heard his name. That voice was familiar.

"Leia?" he asked, obviously puzzled. She began to undo his restraints.

For once, Anakin was genuinely confused. Why did Solo seem surprised to see her? He had found her following him and convinced her to take part in this absurd face-off with Jabba- hadn't he?

"What are you doing here?" Han asked, as his hands were finally let free. He stood up and enveloped her in a hug. He moved her back, holding her at arms length with his hands. His jaw nearly hit the ground.

"And WHAT on Kessel do you think YOU ARE WEARING?" He frantically tugged off his jacket and covered her exposed body.

Anakin looked at Luke, who shrugged. Chewie just growled in response. Anakin was confused. Really confused. Han was surprised to see Leia. She obviously hadn't alerted him to her presence. So that meant she had willingly followed Han and Chewie into this trap in an attempt to rescue them.

Anakin suddenly found his headache had returned. He looked at the couple and his eyes widened as Leia scowled at him briefly, then passionately kissed Han. Luke snorted.

Anakin knew this should probably send him into a murderous rage and give him the urge to Force-choke the pirate, but found all his energy had disappeared. His headache was getting worse and truthfully, he found he just wanted to go home and crawl into bed with Padmè.

He threw up his hands in defeat. "I've had it. I'm going home. Princess, Solo, Luke- onto the Coruscant Wings. Chewie, you take the Falcon and wait on Coruscant. I'll deliver what's left of Han myself." Chewie chuckled in response and growled his agreement.

"Let's go," he told Luke and ushered his son out of the room, leaving his daughter and Han to follow behind.

"It's gonna be a long ride home," Luke quipped, as he heard the bickering between Han and Leia get louder behind him. Anakin just groaned.

So much for a headache free holiday…