Author Note: Is it just me, or is this story not as popular as the other one? Well if this be the case, rest assured readers that it does get better!

And now...you know what I'm gonna say!

On with the story!

(-o-)

"I'm so glad to see you're safe!" Padme exclaimed as Han ran through the door to her room in the hospital. It had been four days since she had been rescued and a few hours since she had found out Han had been rescued aswell. She had been packing up her things when Anakin had come to tell her the good news. Han had been taken to another room for a while so that the medical droids could look at him, so Padme had continued her packing.

Now he had appeared in her doorway and she had thrown the white gown into her bag and embraced him in a warm and motherly hug. He was so happy to see her well again that he hugged her back, equally as lovingly. At last she prized him away from her and looked him over.

He had been given a set of spare clothes that someone had found for him. They were simple clothes, consisting of a pair of dark blue trousers that needed, but didn't include a belt, (Han had tied some string round them for a moment until he could find something more belt-like), a creamy coloured shirt that, although new, was already creased, and the buttons had been ripped off so that the neck hung open almost to the middle of his chest, and a black waistcoat that had had the buttons ripped off aswell, so that it hung losely over his shoulders.

Padme had a feeling Han had done those little customizations himself because he had once told her in the cell that he hated things to be tight round his neck or chest. He liked things loose and flappy, not restricted. In a way, Padme knew how he felt.

She had no idea why, but as she looked at him now, she saw that these alterations suited him, and made him somehow look more manly. The only part that wasn't very manly was the makeshift belt he had created. But even that wasn't working, for Han kept having to hoist his trousers up so that he didn't trip over them with his newly polished, but already scuffed boots.

"I don't suppose you have any safety pins?" he asked at last, hoisting his trousers up for what seemed like the hundredth time since he had been in her company.

"I think I can do one better than safety pins," Padme smiled, rummaging in her neatly packed back. "Aha!" she said at last, pulling out a black belt that had had extra holes punched in it, for someone small.

"This was one of Luke's but he doesn't need it anymore."

She handed him the belt and he hastily undid the string and attached the belt instead, doing it up tight enough so that his trousers didn't fall down, but loose enough so that he could still breath.

"It's perfect!" he exclaimed, twirling on the spot to show her. It was only then that she noticed the bandage on his left arm.

"Where they mad at you because I left?" she asked quietly, feeling guilt flood over her. Han followed her eyeline down to his wrist and then hastily tried to hide the bandage.

"No of course not," he lied, not wanting Padme to feel that it was her fault about what the clones had done to him.

"Don't lie Han. It's my fault they hurt you and I'm truly sorry. I should have helped them rescue you," Padme bowed her head in shame, but Han stamped his foot hard, causing her to look up.

"Don't you dare blame yourself for what those scumbags did to me!" he said firmly, but not in an unkind way. "I knew you wouldn't be able to come because you were in a terrible way the last time I saw you. I thought it would take you much longer to recover...so don't you dare blame yourself for their wrong-doing!"

Padme sighed and smiled. She ruffled Han's flop of messy hair playfully and he swatted at her hands, brushing them once or twice with his own fingers and feeling the warmth and softness beneath his skin. He was amazed at how quickly she had recovered, even for a Jedi, or for someone who had been submerged in a bacta tank for hours.

He had to admit, Padme Skywalker was a truly remarkable woman.

And Padme had to admit that Han Solo was truly a remarkable ten year old!

(-o-o-)

"Mummy! Mummy! Luke broke my lightsaber! Look!" Leia ran out of her bedroom waving the two halves of the broken handle around in mid-air. She froze when she saw Padme, Anakin and Han sitting on the sofa, talking. Han and Padme were filling Anakin in on everything they had found out about the clones.

"Who are you?" Leia demanded, storming up to Han with a thuderous look on her face as though it was his fault that Luke had snapped her lightsaber.

"Darling, calm down!" Anakin tried to say, but Leia was glaring at Han with a deadly expression on her face. Han looked a little taken aback, but he straightened himself up a little and smiled at her..

"I'm Han Solo. Pleased to meet you. I take it you must be Leia?" he held out his hand politely, but Leia refused to take it.

"How do you know my name?"

"Well, you're not a boy, so I'm guessing you're not called Luke."

"How do you know my brother's name? Mummy, I don't like him!" Leia turned to Padme, but jabbed one finger back at Han, almost poking him in the eye.

"Hey, point that thing somewhere else will ya!" he exclaimed, pushing her finger aside, but she turned and gave him the most evil look he had ever seeneven for a five year old.

"Leia, be nice! He's a guest...and put your finger down, it's rude to point!" Padme said firmly, and Leia, who had until that moment been pointing at the nearby wall, slowly lowered her finger.

"I still don't like you!" she scowled at Han, who was rather shocked by her hostile behaviour. Anakin, however just laughed.

"Daddy, he knows too much about us! I don't like him!"

"Leia, you don't even know him," Padme reasoned, recognizing the same stubborness that Anakin often displayed.

"Well perhaps I don't want to either!" Leia snapped. "Who would want to be friends with a nerf-herder like him anyway?"

As soon as she said it, Leia knew she had gone too far, for the normally calm Padme narrowed her eyes until they were barely more than a couple of slits. Even Anakin looked a little frightened.

"Go to your room and think about what you have done!" she said in a quiet voice, and Leia ran, knowing that when her mother was like this, there was no point in arguing.

"I am so sorry about her," Padme appologised, taking a deep breath and settling back into the chair again.

"Not to worry. I can see where she gets her spirit though!" Han teased and Padme smiled. Anakin seemed to relax too and they continued on with their conversation, or at least tried to, for they had got no further than a couple of words when there was a shout from the twins room.

"LUKE, LET GO OF MY SABER, YOU'VE ALREADY BROKEN IT ONCE!"

"WILL YOU TWO PACK IT IN!" Anakin bellowed and there was silence, then the sound of a scuffle coming from the room and a pillow flew out, narrowly missing Han, who just managed to duck in time.

"MISSED ME!" Luke yelled and Anakin stood up, clenching his fists.

"Be nice!" Padme warned, but Anakin was past the stage of being nice. This was the fifth time the twins had been fighting that day and he had had enough. Storming into their room, he dragged them apart and hung Luke from by the collar of his white tunic to one coat hook and Leia from the collar of her tan tunic to another, causing them to dangle three feet above the ground.

No matter how hard they tried they couldn't get to each other, or get down, so until they appologised they would be stuck up there. And seeing as though neither of them were anywhere near the appologising stage yet, Anakin left the room and re-joined his wife on the couch, leaving the twins dangling on their hooks and blaming each other.