Author Note: Hello people. Sorry it has taken so long to update but I had a momentary lapse of ideas, probably due to the fact that I was so engrossed in the new Harry Potter book which I have now finished. Well, here we are, the next stage and I hope it isn't too dissapointing! Again, it's kinda comical, but then after reading the end of Harry Potter, which for those of you who haven't read yet, is really kinda sad, and watching Padme die again at the cinema, (because yes I went to see episode 3- again!) I figured that I needed soem commedy, whether you lot do or not!

Does it actually suit the story, the small snatches of fun every now and then? Coz if it does, I have pleanty more! But if not, then not to worry! But please let me know in your reviews, which I love to hear by the way!

On with the story!

(-o-)

"Where is she? Tell us!"

"I swear, I don't know."

"You lie!"

"No honestly, how can I know when I was in here. You were with me when she escaped!" Han tried to protest as he strained against the shackles holding him firmly to the table. Two clones were standing over him. One had the distictive black shoulder pad of Vader, overall commander of the rogues, whilst the other had the black and red shoulder pad of Admiral Maul. These had got to be two of the most frightening clones Han had ever had the experience of meeting.

"True, but that doesn't mean you don't know who helped her escape. You talked to her often enough did't you." Maul accused Han, tightening one of the shackles on Han's wrist and causing him to wince in pain.

"Didn't you?" he said again, more forcefully.

"I...I...YES I DID!" Han screamed as the metal seared into his flesh, drawing blood.

"There, you see. That wasn't hard was it?" Vader said in a sickly sweet voice like he was unaware of the pain and torture Han was going through. "So who helped her to escape?" he asked again in the same tone.

"I...I don't know. Please, you must believe me!" Han begged, hot tears of pain running down his cheeks.

"Must we?" Vader laughed, turning to Maul.

"Yes!" said a voice behind them and they turned to the doorway. Han lifted his head to see who had just spoken, and saw to his delight that seven Jedi were standing in the doorway, sabers ablaze. Han didn't recognize any of them, and it was with a pang of dissapointment that he noticed Padme was not amongst them.

She must still not be well enough he thought, and for one moment the awful though crossed his mind that perhaps she hadn't escaped, perhaps she had died. After all, she was in a bad way. But then he pushed this thought aside. How else would the Jedi know about him if it hadn't been for Padme. After all, he hadn't been in his cell when they had rescued her, because like he had told Vader and Maul, he had been there with them, being tortured for information on the rebels.

"Han Solo, you must be?" said a strange voice near his left, and peering down as much as he could, Han spotted a tiny frog-like creature standing with it's tiny green blade held in one hand.

"Yes. Who are you?" he asked, looking back around at the other Jedi who had pinned the clones against the wall.

"Master Yoda I am. Miss Padme informed me, terrible things have happened to you, have they not?"

It took a moment for Han to work out what Yoda was saying, but then he came to his senses, sitting up as a tall Jedi in black armour waved a hand over the shackles and they sprang open.

"Yes they have...where is Padme, is she alright?"

"Padme is fine. She's in the best care, I made sure of that," the Jedi who had just released him said. And then something in Han's mind clicked as he saw the dark black armour, the chest plate, the long brown hair, the intense blue eyes.

"You're Anakin Skywalker, aren't you!"

Anakin looked a little surprised that Han knew his name, but he smiled and nodded. "I suppose Padme told you about me?"

"She never stopped talking about you. She told me all about how you met, and what happened when you re-met ten years later and the many adventures you've shared..."

"Really?" Anakin was even more surprised at the fact that not once had Padme forgotten about him.

"There was one thing she wouldn't tell me though."

"Yeah, what's that?" Anakin asked as he helped Han jump down off the table. No-one else seemed to be listening because they were wrestling furriously with the two clones who were trying to call for back up. One Jedi fell on the floor, clutching a bleeding nose from a particularly vicious kick by Vader.

"What happened to you two during the Clone Wars. She said it was something truly terrible, but she wouldn't say what!"

Han was suddenly reminded of a rather funny conversation he had had with Padme a few weeks ago.

(-o-o-)

Padme had just been thrown back into her cell next to Han's one night after a particularly bad session with the clones. Han heard her slump down in the corner next to where he was sitting.

"Are you alright?" he had asked.

There was a nock on the wall. This was how Han and Padme communicated now. She was too weak to talk sometimes, so instead she would nock on the wall, once for yess, twice for no, three times for ask another question.

"So, where did we leave off last?" he asked cheerily, settling himself down and making himself comfortable.

Three knocks.

"Oh right, sorry. Forgot you can't answer. Um, oh yeah, I was about to ask you another question. Is that alright?"

One knock.

"Great, so um, you never told me what happened after you fell pregnant and Anakin had returned. Is that right?"

One knock.

"So you gonna tell me?"

Three knocks.

"Sorry! Forgot!" Han appologised, thinking how to re-word his question. "You said that something happened in the Chancellor's office between you, Anakin and the Chancellor..." Han recalled from a previous conversation where Padme had actually been able to speak.

"Something bad wasn't it?"

One knock.

"Something you hated and later regretted?"

One knock.

"To do with the Sith?"

There was a pause, then finally a quiet knock.

"So you were involved with the Sith in some way?"

One knock.

"But you hated what you were doing?"

One knock.

"And you hate yourself for doing whatever it was?"

One knock.

At last Han was getting somewhere. This was more than he'd managed to get out of her before. Perhaps the recent torture had weakened her defences.

"Can you tell me about it?"

There was no hesitation this time. Two firm knocks. Han pounded his fist on the floor in frustration. She's not as weak as I thought then!

"Why not?" he pressed on.

Three firm knocks.

"Will you ever tell me what happened?"

There was a long pause as though Padme were debating what to reply. Then at last she seemed to have made up her mind.

One knock, followed by a pause, then two knocks, another pause, then one knock again.

Han had no idea what that meant. He ventured a guess. "Does that mean maybe?"

One knock.

It's better than nothing I suppose. He thought dissapointedly.

(-o-)

"Come, we'de better go," the Jedi sporting a nose bleed said as he pinched his nose to try and stem the bleeding. Anakin nodded and the two set off down the corridoor, leaving the other Jedi to arrest the two clones.

"You sure you're ok?" Anakin asked the other Jedi as they reached the lift.

"Yup, I don't dink it's boken!" he said in a weird voice as he tried to stem the bleeding. Anakin just laughed.

"Say your name!" he said to the Jedi.

"Why?"

"Say your name!" Anakin said again, holding back a giggle.

"By dame is Obi- an enodi." the Jedi tried to say and Anakin burst out laughing. Even Han found it kind of funny.

"Well, Obi- an enodi, this is Han Solo. Bet you wished you had a name as simple as his!" Anakin teased as they stepped out of the lift and in to the waiting ship.

"ello an olo," said the Jedi, holding out his blood free hand, which Han shook politely. Then he sat down in a seat beside Anakin and wondered how best to pose the same question to her husband as he had been trying to pose to Padme at least a hundred times during the year.

However his thoughts were continually interupted by laughter as the Jedi with the nose bleed kept trying to say things like "ut up!" or "You wait, Anadin Dywalder!"