Yeah I'm back. I need to write this story. It's weird. A few days ago I was thinking of abandoning it, but now it's not going to happen.

I' m sorry to those who reviewed, I don't really have time to write responses except that it will all become clear at the end and no, I will not make Bria less evil. That's the whole reason I started writing it and I'm sorry if you don't like it that way.

This chapter is for my Obsession Whores, especially for Becky who keeps on moaning at me to update. And for Sophie who is mental.

Chapter 12

Han sat in the cockpit, trying not to think. Which, when you are sat by yourself, with nothing else to do but think, is a lot harder than it seems.

He had pushed her away of course, after a few seconds. He couldn't understand why she had done it. Hadn't he made himself clear about his feelings? Obviously not clear enough. Either that or Bria had gone a bit funny in the head.

He sighed. Maybe he had led her on a bit? He had comforted her of course, but isn't that what old friends are supposed to do?

Maybe Bria still thought that there was a chance for them. Han wasn't sure if there was or not… he definitely still cared about her. And he had missed her a hell of a lot. Perhaps if they got back together…

Han shook himself. That was not going to happen. Bria would always think that the Rebellion was more important than him and staying around here would only make matters worse. He needed to get away from Yavin and Bria.

He tried to ignore the fact that every time he thought about leaving, guilt struck him as he thought about a certain princesses smiling face.

Still it would make everything a whole lot easier. Making his feelings resolute he left the cabin……. and walked slap bang into Princess Leia.

"OK …. is it green?" asked Wedge.

"No." said Wes. "And you only have eight questions left, use them wisely."

Rogue Squadron had pretty much given up the idea of being undercover agents. For a start, you can hardly be an undercover agent when everyone in the entire base knows

who you are, and

what you're doing.

Besides it was a nice day and Wes, Hobbie and Wedge had decided that lolling about in the sun was a much more fun way to pass the time than searching for prospective psychopaths.

Hobbie was trying to fix an ionic screwdriver while Wes and Wedge were playing 'Guess the Alien in 20 Questions'. All in all it was shaping up to be quite a nice day… what's that?

A shadow was cast over where the three men were sitting and all three of them looked up to the sky.

"What the hell is that?" asked Wedge.

The rest of the Rebels who had been enjoying a quiet afternoon were alerted to a large ship heading straight for the Rebel Bases landing strip.

"Come on. Lets get to the landing bay" said Wedge. The three of them set off at pace, eager to find out what was going on.

"Erm… are you OK Princess?" asked Han.

She didn't look OK. In fact she looked shell shocked. What on earth was going on here?

"Han I..:" she began. She couldn't finish though. Blasters are faster than sound.

Yeah, you'd better believe it. So what's going on? I don't know… do you?