Sorry this took me a while...I've been trying to think of a suitable storyline.

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Chapter Two:

'And THEN guess what happened?' I demand. Han keeps working on the Falcon, but I hear a barely audible murmur of, 'I'm sure you'll tell me.'

Fortunately for him, I pretend I haven't heard. After all, he's someone to yell at, isn't he?

I howl, 'the technician told ME to be quiet!

'I can see why.'

I freeze, something cold trickling through my veins. Han seems to realise he's said the wrong thing. I let out a long, shuddering breath.

'Repeat that.'

Han gazes innocently up at me. 'Repeat what?'

That's it.

'Look!' I say heatedly, 'I just stuck up for you in front of that no-good, scruffy-looking nerf…' ok, maybe that insult wouldn't be ideal… 'laser-brain…'

Han puts his hand on my shoulder, sees my furious expression, and takes his hand off my shoulder again. 'If you ask me…'

'Which I'm not,' I say rudely.

Han goes on as if I haven't spoken, which infuriates me even more. I feel something swirling inside me, like my hurricane but weaker…

'I think you've never really liked Lando,' Han says wisely.

I want to explode. Did he listen to anything I said within the last ten minutes! 'News-flash, moon jockey. He betrayed us to the Imperials!'

'He saved our butts on Tatooine,' Han says simply. I know very few people who can say the word "butt" and still maintain their composure, and he's one of them. 'You only yelled at him today because you were looking for an excuse to get angry with him. I had very little to do with it.

'You keep this up and I won't need an excuse to get angry with you.'

Han cuts me off. 'I think…'

'Oh, REALLY?' I snarl. 'That's a first. Maybe you should…'

Han cuts me off. 'I think you should talk to Luke. He's really into all those Jedi philosophies, being one himself and all.'

'Excuse me?' I draw myself up to my full height.

'Yeah,' Han seems a bit uncertain now. 'You know…that fear leads to anger, anger leads to whatever kinda thing.'

Fear? Fear? OK, that's it. I take a step forward, a bit unsure of what I should do but if it looks threatening enough maybe he'll take it all back. Then suddenly my comlink beeps. It's Mon Mothma.

'Leia Organa,' she says clearly. 'Come to my office immediately.'

I frown. 'Of course.' Can't she tell I'm not done yelling yet?

'Oh, and on your way, collect Mr Calrissian. He should still be in the base.'

'Pardon?'

'You heard me. Tell Mr Calrissian the two of you are summoned to my office immediately.' Mon Mothma cuts the communication. I turn to Han. He heard every single word and his jaw has dropped.

'I'll go arrange Lando's funeral,' Han says after a moment. 'Come on Chewie.'

Chewbacca growls at him and follows Han out the hangar, leaving me to storm, infuriated with this turn of events, out the other exit.