Too lazy to write disclaimers for every chapter. See first one.

First of all to my reviewers (woohoo plural!)

Culf: I have a feeling Bria might be sticking around for a while. And she almost certainly will try and split up Han and Leia. (Says she who hasn't written it yet!)

Pitdroid: I really used the element of surprise didn't I? I didn't realise how weird it be for other people because this story has been spinning around in my mind cogs for a while. And as for Leia stealing a boyfriend………. well let's see shall we? (Evil smile!)

Limelight: She does. And she will keep on doing it. (hehehahahah!)

cookiemunster loves you all! xoxox

Chapter 3

BANG!THUMP!BANG!

Han was woken by banging on the hull of the Falcon. He stumbled out of his bunk. He hadn't got nearly enough sleep and the sleep he had got wasn't refreshing sleep. In fact he felt more tired now than he did when he had gone to bed.

BANG!THUMP!BANG!

Han panicked for a moment. He briefly thought that it might have been Boba Fett banging on his ship, coming to collect a Solo shaped bounty.

But then he remembered where he was.

BANG!THUMP!BANG!

'No bounty hunters on Yavin' he thought. At least he hoped not.

And then the previous evening came back to him in soggy lumps of thought.

Bria.

BANG!THUMP!BANG!

Was it Bria banging on his ship? Come to plead her case?

Han glanced at the small chrono. 0400 standard hours. Nope, not Bria. She was never a morning person. And of course he'd know.

BANG!THUMP!BANG!

'Stop it' he told himself, firmly. 'Stop thinking about her, you don't need all that again.'

He pulled on some pants and a shirt and went to investigate the mystery disturbance.

Wedge, Wes and Hobby had been carrying Luke Skywalker's drunken form around for the best part of an hour. They were looking for somewhere Luke could stay the night. As he wasn't an official member of the Alliance yet, Skywalker had no quarters.

They had managed to disturb at least fifty rebels and at least three pairs of rebels who definitely weren't sleeping.

They had been cursed and yelled at. Some rebels were very liberal with the use of the 'f' word.

Wedge had hurt his hand on some broken glass and Hobby had sprained his ankle. Even Wes had been very subdued after they had knocked on one couple's door.

'What's up, Wes?' asked Hobby.

'I thought that girl in there liked me' said Wes miserably.

'Don't worry about it. Plenty more fish in the sea. Loads more pebbles on the beach.' said Wedge, who thought of himself as a kind of amateur philosopher.

'So what your saying is, I have to go to a beach or a shoreline to get a girl? Are you suggesting that only a mermaid would fancy a guy like me? Because if you are then, then, then,…. your wrong' slurred Wes.

All three men were still drunk. This is why it had never occurred to any of them just to take Luke back to their own quarters to sleep off his drunkenness.

'Hey, guys I've had a fantastic idea!' proclaimed Hobby.

Which is why, when Han lowered the ramp of the Millennium Falcon, he could see Wedge, Wes, Hobby and a still paralytic Luke standing (or lying) at the bottom of the ramp. The three men that could still stand were looking up at him with hope in their eyes.

'How did you let him get this drunk?' asked Han of the Rogues.

Wedge, Wes and Hobby were reminded of long ago school lectures on 'The Dangers of Drink'. Han had been quite angry when they carried Luke aboard. Not because his sleeping had been disturbed but that his young friend was in such an awful state.

'Well, um' , began Wedge, 'everyone wanted to give Luke a drink, you know, to um, say thanks and everything so I guess he thought it would be rude to say, um, no to them, I guess.'

'Yeah', agreed Wes , wholeheartedly, 'and we're really sorry and we promise it'll never happen again, Mister Solo.'

All three Rouges were staring at there shoes in the manner of naughty school boys, about to be berated by a tyrannical headmaster.

Han had his back turned when Wes said 'Mister Solo' so the Rogues didn't see the brief smile of amusement flitter across his face.

All of the Rogues were a bit in awe of Han. He was like a really cool guy. He flew ships dead fast and smuggled spice. He was tough. He got all the girls. He had his own blaster and holster that wasn't Alliance issue. He probably had an illegal weapons cache on his ship. Like all the heroes they had admired as young children. Han seemed the living embodiment of these fantastical beings.

These 'heroes' that all little boys admire are simply 2D characters. They have no feelings. They don't get hurt in the emotional sense.

Underneath his fly-boy façade Han was a kind man who cared about people very deeply. His mask came in very handy sometimes, though. On some days, Han even convinced himself he had no softer feelings.

'Alright ,you guys can go' said Han to the Rogues. Han was thoroughly amused by the younger men and their attitude towards him. It had almost cheered him up from his earlier gloom and confusion. Almost.

There was an audible sigh of relief from the younger men as they headed off the ship.

'But if anything like this ever happens again,' began Han in his most menacing voice,

Here it comes thought the Rogues, the Lecture.

'-just give him two paracetamol, a glass of water and a bucket.Got that?' finished Han.

The Rogues nodded pleased that, instead of the expected lecture, they simply got some practical advice.

'And guys?' called Han after them.

They turned round again.

'If you ever, ever touch my ship again, let alone bang on it, I will have my Wookiee rip your arms off. O.K.?'

The Rogues nodded, turned and legged it back to their quarters.

Han smiled. It was a bit mean threatening those kids like that. At least they would know to keep an eye on Luke during drinking sessions from now on .He turned and went back onto the ship and to the Crew bunks where Luke was still sleeping.

Han poured a glass of water, got a bucket from the utilitycupboard and found two paracetamol in the medicine cabinet. He set them down on the small shelf by Luke's bunk.

'You'll need them in a few hours, kid' he said to Luke's sleeping form.

He headed back to his cabin, lay down on the bunk, and tried not to think about anything. Or anyone.

Well? I know it's not the most informing chapter but I think it's o.k. Next up it's the Medal giving Ceremony!

(And yes they do have paracetamol in the Star Wars universe. If they can have hot chocolate then they can damn well have headache cures!)

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