A/N: Okay, this is the last chapter for this fic. I think they've turned out fairly well for a collection of random one shots that I wrote. So, here's the last one. I've got a longer story planned next. I'm going to post an excerpt from it after I finish this chapter.

Leia sat on Han's bed in the Falcon. The war was over, or they were winning anyway. There was nothing to hold Han anymore, except for her, maybe. That was what she was worried about. Now that there would be less concentration on fighting and more on setting up a permanent government and convincing other planets to join. She would be even busier than before. It was no time for her to start a relationship with anyone. But, the thought of living without Han was almost more than she could bear. She wanted him to be a permanent fixture in her life. She wanted to be able to kiss him every day and sit across from him at meals.

Han walked into his cabin, seeing Leia deep in thought. Arguments came out of her thinking to much. He hoped she wasn't going to ask him about his plans now that the emperor was gone and the Rebellion was going to become the Alliance. He didn't want to think about what he was going to do tomorrow, or the day after, or even for the next month. He wanted to concentrate on being with Leia and spending time with her. He loved her. He knew that. But, what was going to become of their relationship was still up in the air. He wasn't sure if she was going to have time for him in the new life she was about to begin, or even if she wanted him to be a part of that life.

She'd been affectionate after first releasing him from carbonite. She'd been loving and attentive at first, but then she'd started growing distant. She was still affectionate at times, but she seemed to feel as if she needed to be everywhere else but with him. She was going everywhere and doing everything, and he was proud of her. She was a fantastic leader and the moral of the troops had never been higher. But, he'd hardly seen her. Every time he'd gotten close to her she'd had somewhere else to be and he was beginning to grow tired of it.

Outside of the Falcon there was a party going on. There was plenty of booze and stories to be told. Leia had been there, smiling and socializing with the troops. She'd looked like an angel with a smile gracing her pretty features. She'd gone and led Luke back to the party, and then she'd disappeared. He'd searched for her for almost an hour before looking on the Falcon. When he'd found her, she'd been sitting on his bed with her feet tucked up under her, her shoes sitting on the floor next to his bed. She looked as if she was deep in though and hadn't even looked up until he was standing right in front of her. He could tell she really didn't want to talk, but this time she wasn't going to have a choice.

"What's wrong?" he asked sitting down next to her on the bed.

Leia unconsciously shifted away from him and wrapped her arms around herself. "Everything's fine," she said weakly, not looking at him.

"I'm not an idiot princess," Han sighed. "So are we gonna talk?"

"I really don't want to talk right now Han," Leia began in her formal diplomat tone.

Han was not about to let her get away with brushing him off. "All right your worship," he replied roughly. "If you don't want to talk then youshouldjust go, because obviously I'm not important enough to you for you to make an effort to make this thing work. So, why don't I just do us both a favor and go ahead and leave now?"

"What?" Leia cried, tears gathering around the corners of her big brown eyes. "You don't mean that!"

"Well you certainly aren't giving me any reason to stay!" he yelled back. "So why don't I just go ahead and slip away now before I damage your reputation."

"Don't leave," Leia whispered, feeling tears slip down her pale cheeks.

"Why not?" Han asked, calming down.

"Because I…" Leia trailed off softly.

"I didn't here you," Han said with a slight grin.

"Because I love you, you idiot!" she cried throwing herself into his arms. Han smiled and wrapped his arms around her. He held her close and kissed the top of her head. Leia sobbed softly into the front of his shirt. He didn't know why she was crying, he'd find out why she was so upset later. For a little while, he was content just to hold her and make sure that she knew just how much she meant to him. "I love you too," he whispered softly into her ear. Leia smiled against his chest and snuggled closer.

A/N: So that's the end. Now for a little excerpt out of my next story, which doesn't have a title yet. After you read this if you could give me some suggestions it would be a great help.

Han wandered around through the market on Coruscant. It had been six years since he'd been near the planet. He was only there for the day. He'd seen her on the news already. She'd obviously moved on with her life. He hadn't seen her husband, but she had a five-year-old daughter who was missing. She hadn't been pregnant when he'd left. He obviously hadn't been that important to her.

Suddenly he felt something run into him. He looked down and there was a little girl with light brown curls and big hazel eyes. "Pardon me," she said softly, looking up at him fearfully. She wasn't an orphan that had been cast out onto the streets, that was obvious by the way she was dressed. She was wearing a white silk dress that came down to about her knees and her curls were held back with a matching headband. She looked like some aristocrat's daughter.

The little girl looked over her shoulder and took off running again. Han could see two thugs were chasing her, probably to kidnap her and then get millions from her parents, whoever they were. Han had no clue who she was, but he wasn't going to stand by and watch them grab her. So, as they ran past, Han casually stuck his foot out and tripped one of them. He punched the other one, knocking him out instantly. The little girl somehow sensed that she wasn't being chased anymore and turned around to look at him. Her smile wasn't unlike his own. She had what Leia had called his "Solo grin." Now that he got a good look at her, her eyes were the same color as his and her hair as well.

"Thank you!" she called before taking off again. For some reason Han couldn't let her run off. He needed to talk to her, find out who she was. She looked familiar, sort of like a mini-Leia. Han ran after her. When the girl saw him, she started running faster. But, Han could run faster than she could and soon caught up with her. "Hey kid, slow down!" Han called to her. "I'm not going to hurt you."

The little girl looked up at him, her chin raised defensively. "My mother says I'm not supposed to talk to strangers unless we're at a banquet, when I'm allowed to go anyway."

"I'm Han," he told her. "Now I'm not a stranger. So what's your name kid?"

"Padme," she told him slowly, eyeing him carefully. She looked like a little princess with the way she held her head and shoulders. "But I'm not going to tell you my last name."

"Well that's fair since I haven't told you mine either," Han replied with a slight smile. The little girl had a lot of spunk, he had to admit that. She seemed to be appraising him with the cool and detached manner of an experienced diplomat. It was an awfully old look for such a tiny girl. "Are you hungry kid?" he asked after a few moments of silence. Padme looked at him carefully, her big hazel eyes narrowed slightly.

"Alright," she said after about two minutes. "I am hungry," and despite her attempts to retain her regal bearing, her stomach rumbled loudly, causing her to giggle. Han was taken aback by her smile. Now, seeing it up close, he could see how much like his own it really was. She seemed to be looking up at him expectantly. He raised an eyebrow and she started tapping her little foot impatiently. "Well, are you going to offer me your arm or what?" she asked saucily…