Did anyone else notice that you can set Star Wars stories to Prequel, Alternate and Original now? That's really cool! I only noticed it today. If its been like that for awhile I apologise, I should have had this chapter up ages ago, only I bought Star by Star and The Swarm War and I've been reading, not writing recently. (If you haven't read them, do, they're both brilliant books.)

Special thanks to Master Solo and TheWeirdStoryTellersGang.

It's the night before the Wedding which means...Bachelor party!

I don't own Star Wars

There is a vague slash reference near the end. (Wes/Hobbie)


Heya Princess.

You were asleep when I left so I didn't wake you. You're sexy when you sleep. Well, more sexy than usual. Anyway, just though that I'd leave you this note to tell you that I'm at the hangar bay. Falcon is in need of some TLC. It's the damn hyperdrive stabiliser again.

Ah, Lando has arranged a kind of party tonight. I figure it would be rude not to go. But I guess I don't have to ask permission until tomorrow, eh? Yeah. Tomorrow. Anyway, I love you, and I'm proud of you, you know that. You've been so strong over the last few days.

Gotta go now, Princess. Love ya.

And I'll see you tomorrow.


Winter stepped out of the repulsor lift and made her way to the door of the Princess's door. She cracked the combination code in a matter of seconds - Knocking was so old fashioned - and Entered the room to see her friend sprawled on the couch, reading a piece of flimsi with a cup of caf beside her on the floor.

As she entered, Leia sat up and pushed the paper – it looked like a letter of some sort- into her pocket and stood up.

Winter smiled at the quick change from casual idleness to straight, tall princess. Elegance and grace came naturally to Winter, but there was a coarse side of Leia that refused to die, no matter how hard anyone tried to groom her.

When they were children growing up on Alderaan, many passing visitors mistook Winter for the Princess and assumed that Leia was just a playmate - something that the girls had enjoyed immensely. Their childhood friendship had only grown stronger as they grew older.

Leia beamed at her friend and enveloped her in a warm embrace. She picked up her coat, which was thrown on a chair near the door and smiled at her friend again. "Shall we?"

They were on their way to a boutique not far from Leia's apartment, where a designer friend of Winter's was ready to prepare them, and Iella, for the Wedding the next day. Knowing Leia as she did, Winter had booked the appointment several months before, and had frog-marched Leia to each visit. She knew how important it was to Leia that she was perfect for the big day, even if Leia refused to say it.

Iella had already arrived when Winter and Leia reached the boutique. It was a small shop, surrounded by department stores several stories high, where the designer had a tendency to work cross-legged on the floor.

Overall, the appearance of the shop was simple, and it brought back distinct memories of Alderaan to Winter, of craftsmen who would work into the night to perfect their handiwork, and the pure beauty that could never be matched. It was memories like these that Winter had tried so hard to forget, memories that had given her more grief than happiness. Her photographic memory recorded everything, and it was memories of beauty that would never exist again that had nearly sent her into a downward spiral of depression not so long ago. But Winter was strong, and she had since come to terms with the galaxy's great loss.


"So what did Han tell you he was doing tonight?" Iella asked when they were inside,getting ready to try their dresses on one lasttime."Wedge said he had extra patrol" she scoffed.

"You would think that he and Tycho would at least give the same reason," Winter said. "Tycho can't go out tonight because he needs to review Rogue Squadron's food budget."

"Really? Han told me that Lando was holding a party for him."

"He told you that the most famous bachelor in the galaxy was throwing a party in his honour?"

Leia just nodded.

"He didn't have a sudden fear that you would turn into a neurotic Hutt and ban him from going?"

She shook her head.

"You didn't ban him from going?"

"No, I trust him."

"Wow…it's like you're married or something."

Leia cut back an indignant reply when she looked up and saw an identical mischievous twinkle in her friends' eyes. She smiled again.

"That doesn't sound so bad to me."

Because the truth was that she knew Han was loved her, and she knew that he wouldn't do anything that might hurt her. And she loved him for it.

And her force potential was telling her that he was three times as terrified as she was.


"Reckon I'll do okay, kid?"

Luke turned to his friend and smiled. They were outside, on a balcony overlooking a busy street. It was already late, but the large crowd of friends inside had no intention of finishing the party anytime soon. What else would you expect for Han Solo's bachelor party?

The rowdy party continued behind them, but outside it was quiet.

Luke chuckled. "The Famous Han Solo hasn't got the jitters now, does he?"

Han grinned ruefully.

"Maybe."

"It's meant to be. You know that. Leia knows that."

"Thanks Luke. For everything. I-"

Han faltered. He would have to work on this 'feminine side'. It wasn't something you thought about as a pirate. But now, everything was different. And he had no regrets, none whatsoever. But how do you put that in a sentence without sounding like a female Ewok? How do you tell your best friend that his sister means more to you than anything else in the galaxy?

He looked around quickly for a change of subject, regretting having brought any sentimentality into the conversation. At that moment, Lando wandered out to join them on the balcony. Han surveyed his friend with an amused look on his face.

"Ya vaped, by any chance Lando?"

Lando grinned. "Hannah old buddie, what else could I possibly be on a fine night like your bachelor party?"

He looked at the glass in his hand with childlike amusement. "Good stuff, too, I had Booster bring it in from Corellia especially for us, Hanie boy. You like?"

Han blushed and looked down at the glass in his own hand.

"Yeah, um, good stuff, Lando. Come on, its getting cold out here, lets go inside."

With that he turned abruptly and headed to the door. However, Luke caught him by the sleeve mid-step, and Lando re-entered the bar ahead of them.

"So… you like that stuff, Han? Luke questioned.

If possible, Han's blush spread. "Yeah, good stuff, this is"

"Huh…" Luke mused. "I didn't think that Cola-Pop was really your cup of coca…not really living up to the old 'pirate' image…"

Han failed to see the spark of humour in Luke's eyes. He turned to face the Jedi and grabbed both of his wrists.

"Luke, you can't say anything…they'll think I've gone soft…"

"It's not all that bad you know, being the good guy."

"But…but…My reputation!" Han gasped.

Luke erupted in peals of laughter.

"Han, I understand."

"I love her, Luke. And I don't want to mess up tomorrow. I did it for Leia."

They looked at each other, in complete understanding. At that moment Luke knew that Han would truly do anything to make Leia happy. They didn't need any more words. At that moment they were closer than ever before, and they both knew that their friendship would endure.


Inside, Wes Janson and Hobbie Klivian were taunting a visibly uncomfortable Corran Horn. Most of the others were watching the scene, with varied degrees of interest. Wedge Antilles, however, was sitting back, ignoring the scene in front of him, with an unusually serene look on his face.

Face Loran went to sit beside him.

"What's up, Wedge? You look…chilled. It's unnerving."

"Janson and Klivian…I can hear them…but it's not me they're at…I'm in heaven…It's so relaxing…I just don't care"

"Uh-huh, Wedge, I understand," Garik said as he backed away from his friend as quickly as he could. It was some party though. Han Solo seemed like the only one who wasn't completely focused on getting vaped and having fun. Garik had even seen Solo take a mouthful of his drink and make a face at the apparently awful taste of the liquid in his glass.And that was something you don't see everyday.

He looked up as Luke and Han entered the room and sat down near the centre of the group. He grinned. They were sitting next to Wes Janson and Hobbie Klivian, and the two Rogues were in a very good mood tonight.

Luke and Han had been sitting down for less than two minutes before someone had made a joke about Luke and Leia's once very friendly relationship, and his role in the up and coming ceremony. Luke just thanked the stars that no one but himself, Han and Chewie knew about a certain incident in a medi-ward on Hoth. And he knew Han would face a gang of angry Gamoreans than bring that up.

It was another two minutes before the next jab was made. A third followed soon afterwards. It was around this time that an unusually innocent sounding Wes Janson suggested that they play a game. Han's eyes lit up at the thought of skinning some rogues at Sabac. Sabac, however, wasn't what the Lieutenant head in mind.

"I don't get it."

"It's easy Tych, Hobbie will say something that he's never done, and if you have done it, you take a drink.", Wes said, sounding a little frustrated.

"But why is a drinking game called 'I've never' if you're supposed to drink if you have done it?"

"Because- Wait a second! You, you do understand, you're just playing us!" Said Hobbie, sounding hurt.

"Feel. Our. Pain." Wedge told him, and the two older Rogues settled back into their chairs.

"I've never worn odd socks," Lando said suddenly, cutting off a playful reply from Wes.

To no-ones surprise, Chewbacca was the only one who didn't raise his glass. Lando looked appalled.

"I've never had any romantic feelings for my sister" Hobbie said, struggling to contain a grin.

Luke sighed. "Gonna get you back Hobbie" he muttered as he downed a mouthful. To most of the groups' surprise, Wedge also raised his glass. Everybody turned from Luke to stare at him.

"He means Mirax", Wes stage-whispered, and Wedge blushed. Booster Terrik and Corran Horn glared at him.

"I've never kissed my sister," he said defensively.

Luke sighed and took a mouthful of his drink. Those present who did not know Luke well gasped, and he threw a dirty look at the Rogues.

"I've never been knocked out by a giant ice teddy bear"

"I've never dreamt about my sister."

"Enough with the sister!" Luke yelled at a gleeful Hobbie, who made no attempt to disguise the uncharacteristic giggle coming from him. Luke struggled to maintain the jedi relaxing technique that he had been quietly practicing. Hobbie, however, hadn't quite finished.

"I've never given my sister the tongue,"He said, mainly to annoy his old friend, not believing for a second that Luke had done this.

Memories of Hoth flashed through Luke's head, and his only thought was "Dammed conscience," and he downed the rest of the liquid in his glass.

Uproar ensued.

Jedi calming techniques forgotten, Luke locked eyes with Wes. No more Mr Nice guy, he thought. Time to play dirty.

"I've never had romantic feelings for anybody here" he said, loud enough to be heard over the commotion.

Without a trace of shyness, Wes and Hobbie grinned at each other, shrugged and gulped down some of their liquor, without so much as a blush.

"So about this kiss…"

Luke looked around at Han, Wedge and Tycho.

"You're on your own, kid," Han said. The sentiment was reflected in Wedge and Tycho's eyes.

Luke sighed and poured himself another drink. It was going to be a long night.


Believe it or not, this is the end of I'm Not Daddy's Girl, the most randomly named story on this Website! Short epilogue following soon.

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