AN: Hello everyone. Here I am, writing another story, just because I've had this idea in my head for a while, and a few of my other stories are almost over. I thought that since one of them is one chapter away from being done, I might as well start a new thing to keep me going. Get my ideas for my other chapters out of this thick head of mine and get updating! ENJOY!
Title: The Complete Love Story
Summary: Han and Leia have a different kind of relationship. But when circumstances have them end up with a broken hyper-drive and Imperial's on their tail, they realize what's true. Set during ESB; the full love story we all want.
Rating: T. For language, and suggestive content.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. I don't own Star Wars; I don't own Han or Leia, or any other characters from Star Wars. Although I really wish I did!
Chapter: Dinner on the Falcon
Leia Organa gave an exhausted sigh, her eyes staring through the bunk over her head. Han Solo, Captain of the Millennium Falcon, had managed to end up with her once again. Somehow, she had a feeling he did it on purpose, just to try to get her to say something to keep him to stay.
If he wanted to stay so badly, why didn't he say something first?
The Rebel's hidden base on Hoth was discovered by the Imperials two days ago. Leaving the Rebel's in a fight with the AT-AT's, and trying to fly through Star Destroyers without being blown into pieces. It was a successful battle, she had to admit. Only, she didn't get a chance to leave on a transport as she had hoped.
Han, a scoundrel and a pirate nonetheless, had come during the attack on the Hoth base itself, storm troopers storming in. He had come, and nearly dragged Leia through the corridors to her ship. Unfortunately for Leia, the corridor to her transport was blocked with ice, leaving her, of course, in the hands of the pirate.
So, there she was, lying on her spare bunk, staring up at the one over her, thinking of horrible thoughts she could do to the man. There was feeding him to a Ton-ton. Drowning him in his own liquor. And, her most favorite, dropping him out to float in the air-less space.
"Your Worship," his sly voice came through the speakers on the ceiling. "Dinner is served."
"Well," she whispered, allowing herself a small grin. "Maybe he has his uses."
Han bit the inside of his lip, wondering if her Highnessness would even come out of her room. Part of him couldn't blame her. She was stuck with him, after all. Not to mention they were stuck in space with no hyper-drive, and the Imperials on their tails. At the moment, Han had managed to sneak them into a crater in an asteroid field, knowing it would take a giant Star Destroyer quite a while to get to them. It gave them plenty of time to repair the ship, as well as work out some social issues between him and Leia.
He sighed, placing Leia's plate in the empty seat across from him. Chewie decided to eat in the cockpit as he worked. The big hairball never stopped working, not even for food.
"What are we having?" her silky voice came from around the corner.
Han hid his grin, standing and showing her to her seat. "Just a little something I managed to create in my spare time."
"When you're not fixing the hyper-drive?" She asked, taking a seat and raising a thin eyebrow at him.
"Hey, a guy can take a break to fix a princess dinner, can't he?" Han asked, hesitating before taking his own seat.
The last time they had a chance to talk didn't go too well. Not that the times when they didn't have time went well, either. Leia asked a question about how long it would take to fix the ship, he added a small joke about it being done once the Imperials catch them, and she would fume off on him, telling him about how impossible he was that he couldn't even fix his own ship.
It wasn't his fault this time. Something blew, and he didn't know until he was in the most dangerous time.
"How is it?" He asked, trying to break the silence.
"It's pretty good," she said, taking another sip of the seemingly thick soup. "For crushed ration bars and hot water, that is."
"I'll give you the recipe sometime," he said, slyly grinning at her.
She merely looked at him in response, gently placing her spoon on her napkin. It just sent shivers up his spine how proper she was. Not to mention it irritated the snot out of him. "How are the repairs coming?"
Avoid any sly remarks, he thought, not wanting to end up in an empty bed with the princess angry with him again. Not that she would get in his bed to begin with, it was just a pleasant thought. "They're all right. I still don't know how much longer it'll take before they are completely better."
"Or until we're found," she added.
He shrugged a shoulder, dropping his spoon in his empty bowl. "Hey, maybe the Imperials will be nice enough to fix the ship while they're holding us prisoner? Then we could do another escape thing like on the Death Star?"
"If Vader is merciful, that is," she countered. "Which will be when Wookies fly."
"Hey!" Han said, trying to sound depressed. "Wookies fly."
"In starships," Leia smiled.
He shrugged, smiling over at her. "Hey, it's flying, isn't it?"
She laughed lightly. Her laughter gave Han goose bumps. It was amazing to Han that no matter what she did, she always managed to make him crawl with the urge to wrap her in his arms and carry her away. "I suppose," she said. "But it's still unlikely that Vader would be merciful. It's not like him."
"You may have a point there," Han agreed. "Any man that walks around in a robot suit is nuts."
"That's not it," Leia answered simply. "He's just like the Emperor. Cold, heartless, merciless, and very dangerous."
"Every man has his weakness."
"What's his? Ticklish feet?"
Han shrugged again. "I'm just saying. I'm sure there's something that would make him grow soft."
Leia shook her head, "Whatever you say, flyboy."
Han smiled to himself; quite enjoying the nickname she had given him. It was something she used because she wasn't one to swear. It was cute how she came up with these strange phrases to call him. Nerf-erder. Pinhead. Scoundrel. Well, personally he enjoyed scoundrel the best. It fit him perfectly, and it sounded wonderful coming from her lips.
Quickly shaking his head, he rid himself of his nasty thoughts and went on to other matters. "You haven't been sleeping well," he said, more of a statement than a question.
She nodded, her eyes dropping down to her empty bowl. "I keep having nightmares."
"About what?"
"Alderaan, Hoth, The Rebels, and," she let the sentence drop, obviously afraid to say the next words.
"What?" He asked, placing his elbows on the table to look closer at her.
"You…" she whispered.
"You have nightmares about me?" He asked. That wasn't the exact question he wanted to ask her. Something more along the lines 'you dream about me, Princess?' was what he had in mind.
"I suppose it's nothing," she quickly added. "I've had nightmares of Luke, too."
Way to make me feel better, Leia, he thought. "Oh. Really?"
"Yes, but they're only nightmares."
He nodded, "I suppose so."
She didn't say anything, and Han felt awkward. What should he say next? Should he just clean up their bowls and get back to work?
"What about you?" Her quiet voice broke the silence.
"What about me?" He asked, wondering what she meant.
"You haven't been sleeping well, either. Nightmares, too?"
He shrugged a shoulder, "Not exactly. Just haven't been able to sleep much." That was half true. He had nightmares of the Empire capturing them and killing Leia. He also couldn't sleep because she was all that was in his mind. It was annoying how much the Princess could be on his mind.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"For what?" he asked, afraid if she had read his mind.
"That you haven't been able to sleep. It's not good for you, and I feel horrible."
He laughed lightly, patting her hand softly. "Don't worry, Sweetheart. I'll live."
She merely looked at him, apparently unconvinced. But she shrugged and quickly took her hand away from underneath his. "Well, I suppose we should return to work."
She got up before he could say anything, and he leaned back for a second as she left the room. Well this sucks, he thought, giving a tired sigh as he began to clear the table. Her Worship is angry at me, just what I needed.