First of all, to my fabulous reveiwers:

KrazywithaK: It is a brilliant song. And I want to give Han a hug too. Leia couldhit me all she wants, I dont think I would care! (She's a bit violent for a Princess, isn't she?) Thanks for reveiwing!

GreatOne: He might do, or he might be a bit distarcted! Read on, you'll find out what I mean!

Pitdroid: Yeah, there is no way Chewie could have written the letter. He had motive, but how on earth could he have typed it with massive furry paws? And Han would never suspect Leia... or would he?

Thank you everyone!

Chapter 8

A couple of hours later and Bria was sat aboard the Falcon, sipping kaffe gratefully out of a mug. All that fake emotion had really tired her out.

Still her fatigue was nothing compared to her feeling of triumph. He hadn't said so, but Bria knew that Han suspected that the Princess had written the letter. Just as she had planned him to.

'Perfect' she thought.

With the first seeds of doubt over the Princess sown in Han's mind it would not be at all hard of convincing him that the Princess wasn't as perfect as she seemed. And then Han wouldbe Bria's again.

Bria smiled to herself, relishing the thought of that. Han had been so kind to her today. She didn't doubt that he still had feelings for her. He probably still loved her. He just needed a little convincing.

Bria heard Han coming up the ramp. He had gone to her room to get a few things as it had been decided that she would stay aboard the Falcon that night. In the crew quarters though, not in Han's cabin.

Luke Skywalker had offered to stay the night in her quarters and to help find the person who had written the death threat. Bria had thanked him for his kindness. He really was a genuinely sweet boy. He also had a serious crush on little Miss Perfect Princess. Perhaps if Plan A didn't work, Bria could use Luke as Plan B. Tempt the Princess away from Han using Luke. Or Bria herself could use Luke to make Han jealous. Then he would come crawling back.

Han entered the cabin and put the small bag down on the seat next to Bria. Bria smiled at him gratefully.

'Thanks.' she said in a very weak, yet completely put on, voice.

'How you feeling?' asked Han. Despite the fact he no longer felt the way aboutherthat Bria seemed to think he did, he still cared about her.

'Still a bit shaken up. But I feel a lot better know you're here.' she answered, looking up at him with large eyes.

He was stood in front of her. He seemed a bit uncomfortable and wanted to keep distance between them by standing up. He cleared his throat.

'Yeah, well I'm always here for you. As a friend.' he added meaningfully.

'Oh, so he wants to be like that does he?' thought Bria. 'We will see.'

'I couldn't expect anything more than friendship from you Han. The way I acted towards you, well, you didn't deserve it. I apologize.' said Bria.

Han wasn't sure what to make of that. He knew she was sorry. She had said it enough times the night before and that morning.

'But', said Bria, standing up, 'you are such a kind and forgiving man. Would I be completely wrong in thinking that there was a chance for us?'

While she was saying this, she moved so she was stood in front of him.

She knew that she looked her best. After he had left her to collect her stuff, she had repaired her tear damaged eye make up and she had applied some lip gloss. She had also brushed her strawberry blonde mane so it shined. She had found her cosmetics in the bathroom where she had left them a few months before. This had convinced her that Han had not let go of his feelings for her. Why would he have kept her make up, a memento of her, for so long, if he didn't still care?

'Look Bria', Han began, 'I care about you. You know that. But that's it. O.k.? He then moved back and away from her. She had been standing very close to him.

'I don't want to hurt you. I know how upset you are over this letter,' he continued.

But then he stopped. Because Bria had begun to cry again. He went over to her and at loss for anything to do; he put his arms loosely around her.

'I'm so sorry, Han;' she sobbed into his chest. 'It's this death threat business; it's really got to me. I can't believe that someone wants to kill me!'

Han held her for a moment. He couldn't believe it either. He could see was upset, but there was something not quite right about this. It was something about the way Bria's reaction that was not quite right somehow. He couldn't put his finger on it, but the doubt was there, niggling away at him.

He couldn't believe that Chewie or Leia could have written the note. It wasn't like either of them. For a start he knew Chewie to well. And he doubted Leia would have used that language, even in a death threat.

The alternative was simply a cruel prank. He could see no other reason. Well he could see another reason, but it was so unlikely that it was barely worth thinking of.

After a couple of minutes, Bria stopped crying and Han stopped hugging her. They looked at each other for a moment.

'My knight in shining armour.' she said.

And then she leaned in and kissed him. On the lips.

And I'll leave it there, for now. You can give unsigned reveiws now as well as signed ones so you can tell me what you think!