"Hey Luke have you seen her high and mightiness this morning?" Han asked walking up behind the younger man. Luke was lying on a rolling cart under his X-Wing making some repairs with Artoo beeping and whistling near by. "She wasn't in the mess hall for breakfast."

"She probably grabbed a ration bar and went strait to work," Luke replied, rolling out from under his X-Wing. "But I haven't seen her either."

"I'll go check and make sure she's awake," Han said absentmindedly. "She was working pretty late last night. "

"Okay," Luke replied and rolled back under his X-Wing. "Artoo, get me that magnetic wrench Wedge lent me."

Han turned on his heel and went in search of Leia. She hadn't been at breakfast. He'd watched the door the whole time he was in the mess hall and then waited for her outside. She had never been there. He was sure of it. That girl was the worst eater he'd ever met. She skipped meals all the time. It was a wonder that she didn't have an eating disorder. So, he wanted to make sure she ate every meal, at least while he was around. Han found himself standing in front of the door to her quarters and knocked softly on the door. "Leia?" he called softly. "Are you in there?"

The only reply he got was a loud groan. She was in there. Han punched in the code to her door and it slide open. He'd watched her one night while they were fighting. He knew it might come in handy some day. "Rise and shine princess!" he called as he walked into the room. Leia groaned as Han flipped on the light and she rolled over onto her stomach.

"Go away!" she cried burrowed deeper under the covers. "It's too early!"

"It's almost eight o'clock," Han replied pulling the covers off her bed

"WHAT!" Leia yelled, sitting up immediately. When she realized what she was wearing, her cheeks flamed scarlet. All she had on was a blue silk camisole that left about three inches of her stomach exposed and matching underwear.

"Nice underwear your worship," Han grinned.

"OUT SOLO!" Leia cried pulling the sheet up over her bare legs.

"Just trying to help your highnessness," Han laughed as he slipped out the door. He couldn't stop laughing as he walked back to the Falcon. The sight of her high and mightiness in her underwear was totally priceless. He wished he'd brought a camera with him. It would have been great black mail latter on.

A few hours later Luke was still working on his X-Wing when Han was wandering around looking for Leia again. "Did her worship go and eat yet?" Han asked him with a slight frown. "I don't think she ever left her office."

"When does she?" Luke asked with a slight shrug, that Han couldn't see since Luke was still under his fighter. "Artoo get me that bolt driver Wedge let me borrow." Artoo beeped in reply and wheeled over to Luke holding the requested tool.

"I'm gonna go and make sure she eats," Han declared almost marching off in search of Leia. Sure enough she was in her office, hidden behind a mountain of paper work She looked up when he walked in and then immediately went back to the document in front of her. She had too much work to do to let him distract her. Han walked into the room with his usual confident swagger and took a seat in the chair across from her desk. He sat there for a few minutes silently and watched her work. He was so quiet she'd forgotten he was there. "Have you eaten yet?" he asked, causing Leia to nearly jump out of her skin.

"I had a ration bar at nine o'clock," she replied, not looking up. "I'll be fine until dinner."

"No, you won't," Han replied. "Now are you going to walk to the cafeteria like a big girl or do I have to carry you like a baby?"

"Han Solo you are not carrying me anywhere and I have too much work to do to leave this office," Leia informed him, glancing up at him "Sith," she cursed softly. "You made me loose my place."

"All the more of a reason for you to take a break," Han said as he stood up and walked back behind her desk. "Now are you going to walk or do I have to carry you?"

"Han SOLO!" Leia screeched as he lifted her into his arms and tossed her over his shoulder. "You put me down right NOW!"

"Twinkle, twinkle little star," Han sung loudly. "How I wonder what you are."

"You are a bantha brained, nerf herding, son of a Sith!" Leia cried angrily.

"Up above the world so high," Han continued singing. "Like a diamond in the sky." Han used his free arm to push open the doors to the mess hall and plunked Leia down on the closest bench. "Watch her," Han commanded an unsuspecting pilot sitting near by. The young pilot gulped and looked at the furious princess. Leia sat there angrily with her arms crossed over her chest, sending murderous looks in Han's direction. Han went through the line and got some of the things he knew Leia would eat and then carried the tray back to where he'd left Leia sitting. "Open up," he instructed loading some fruit onto the fork as he sat down next to her.

"Han Solo if you think for one minute that I'm going to…" Leia trailed off as Han stuck the fork into her mouth.

"Now chew," he commanded with a smirk.

Leia did as she was told glaring murderously at Han the whole time. "Han Solo I'm perfectly capable of feeding…" Han stuck another bite of food into her mouth.

"You're going to eat every bite of this," Han told her handing her the fork as Leia chewed her food and swallowed.

"But Han there's too much here," she complained. "You would eat this much."

"But you don't eat enough," he replied with a grin. "Besides, everyone should eat more like me."

"If everyone ate like you do the Rebellion would be bankrupt," Leia mumbled stabbing a piece of meat with her fork. Han smirked and sat there watching her until she'd eaten the entire meal.

Late that night Han went in search of Leia again. Luke had just finished his repairs when Han walked into the hangar. "Has her high and mightiness come through on her way to bed yet?" he asked Luke with a frown. It was really late and very few of the rebels were still wandering the base.

"Haven't seen her," Luke replied with a slight smile playing at the corner of his lips. Han had been asking about Leia a lot lately. Not just that day, but every day for the past three weeks or so. Luke had to admit that he first wanted Leia for himself. But, it ended up she was more like a sister to him Now he and the rest of Rouge Squadron had invested their spare time trying to get the two of them together.

Han turned and walked towards Leia's office, frowning slightly. Leia had a bad habit of trying to work until she passed out. She had to come through the hangar to get to her quarters on the new base and so she must have still been locked away in her office. He punched in the code for the door. (He'd also observed her punch in that code while in the middle of an argument.) Sure enough her worshipfulness was having a hard time keeping her eyes open.

She was sitting at her desk trying to read some document that required her signature, but the words kept swimming around on the page. She'd been trying to read the same line for ten minutes. Han strode into the room and walked back behind her desk. Leia didn't pay any attention to him until he scooped her up from her chair and carried her to the door. "Han Solo!" Leia cried, suddenly fully awake. "Put me down this instant!"

"Time for bed princess," Han informed her, throwing her over his shoulder. "And I don't want any arguments."

"Captain Solo if you think you can just pick me up and force me too…" Leia began angrily, pounding her small fists into his back.

"Rain, rain go away," Han began singing.

"Are you listening to me?"

"Come again another day," Han continued singing. Several of the members of Rogue Squadron peeked out of their doors to see the feuding almost couple.

Han punched in the code to Leia's door and deposited her on the bed. "It's time to sleep," he informed her firmly. "Are you going to try to slip out again?"

"You have no right to keep me here," Leia glared.

"Because if you don't promise to stay in here and get some sleep then I'm going to have to stay here and watch you," he smirked.

"I'll stay," she said glumly. "I promise."

"Good," Han replied. "Now get some sleep."

"Captain?" Leia asked shyly. "Why do you do all this for me?"

"Because someone has to care enough about you to do this for you," he replied, and with that he was gone, leaving Leia with a question lingering on her lips.

"You care about me?"