a/n: They're called vignettes cause they're supposed to be short, yo. And I don't give a timeline for these stories because there really isn't one. It's all post-RotJ, that much I can say. All out of order as well. Just gotta go with it.

Clandestine Moments ---

V. Contagion

Behind the closed door was an unofficial quarantine sickbay that Leia Organa Solo had locked herself and her husband within. It was a sad excuse for private time together, but being the Alderaanian ambassador and a high-ranking official within the New Republic meant taking any sad excuse you could get to spend time with your family. Besides, Han was sick and there wasn't much she could do in the way of concentration because she was so worried about him. At least that's what she had explained to Mon Mothma at the time.

Now that she was home and taking care of the helpless she wasn't so sure that she wanted to be there. Han was a fully grown man, but he was acting the part of a four year old. Leia assumed it was because she was there to take care of him. He was exploiting her.

All morning she had been playing the part of personal servant. 'Get me a drink, would you?' 'Can I have some soup?' 'It's a little chilly in here, could you get me another blanket?' Finally things had calmed to a level that allowed her to get even the most minute pieces of work done while still allowing her to be attentive to his needs.

Buried deep under the blankets with the sheets pulled up to his nose, Han was trying his best not to be too contagious 'cause you don't need the flu on top of everything else, sweetheart'. His eyes had been blinking slowly, fighting sleep for a while. Leia didn't understand why, there was no reason for him to stay awake.

She glanced up briefly and met his bloodshot eyes with a glint of compassion. She noticed that the color was ever so slightly beginning to come back into his face, making the dark circles under his eyes look not so dark anymore. He still looked dreadful, though.

"Go to sleep, Han," she ordered, turning back to her work.

In return she got a muffled, sniffly nose sound from under the covers.

"That's no reason to stay awake," she said absently, marking notes on the side of her notepad. She didn't seem to notice or mind that he hadn't given her a real answer.

"Leia," he said in a croaky voice, "you don't have to stay here with me."

Inwardly she groaned, having been over this with him twice already. He didn't want her to feel like she had to stay by his side, but he wanted reassurance that she wasn't going to leave him alone and helpless in the apartment for the afternoon. Setting her notes on the bedside table, she focused all of her attention on him.

"Han, I'm not going anywhere," she said while scooting her chair closer to the bed. He moved further toward the opposite side of the bed to keep distance between them.

"Don't come any closer," he coughed.

"Oh Han," she grinned. "Don't worry so much. It's just a little cough."

"And a little sneezing and fever and cold chills that would remind you of that nice little stay on Hoth."

"You're overreacting," she chided while standing up and putting her hands on the edge of the bed.

"Stay away from me," he warned.

"What are you going to do about it?" she asked, sitting down on the mattress.

"Leia…"

"Han…"

Completely disregarding his warnings, she lifted the blankets and crawled under, cuddling up next to him as he nearly fell onto the floor. Wrapping her arms around his torso, she held him close to keep him from getting away. Feeling terribly ill, he quickly gave up trying to fight.

"Come here you old pirate," she said, squeezing him slightly. "I'll make you feel better."

Han turned his head away from her, coughing heavily enough to further pain his already sore chest. Whatever it was he had picked up from whatever species had been sick in his vicinity certainly hurt more than that case of the Corellian flu he could remember suffering through as a child. If things kept up the way they were then he'd have a chest full of broken ribs and there would be no tissue left on Coruscant.

"I feel terrible," he commented as his coughs died down into his stuffy chest.

"You'll get better," she soothed, bringing a hand up to his forehead to check his temperature. "Your fever is starting to come down."

"Just when I was getting used to the burn of this eternal hell feeling," he sniffed.

Leia ran her fingers through Han's hair, draping her arm protectively over his chest in the process. He seemed to calm down and relax a bit more with the motion of her fingertips. She hummed a little melody in hopes that maybe he'd fall asleep without a fuss. Sometimes she didn't really mind mothering him so much.

After a few moments she began to relax herself, nestling her face against Han's neck. His chest, though still sickly sounding, was comfortably rising and falling with each strained breath he took. His little snores came and went and then came some more and then Leia followed close behind into oblivion.

a/n: Hmm… This one kind of came out of nowhere. Oh well, it's here now. And since school is starting to overpower my time, don't expect much for a while. I'll write when I can, but just don't get your hopes up. Messaging me (LLsiLindroLL on AIM) and bugging the shit out of me works great, though.

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