Pre-ESB scene, Han got in a fight and Leia takes care of him ;)

Echo Base, Hoth, middle of the night. The usually buzzing base was now asleep, except for two people. Footsteps could be heard, one heading to the main hangar bay, the other, heading toward the mess hopping some caf would help her. Organa had worked the whole day, studied mission offers, checked in and outcoming gears, went to meeting with others from head command. Despite all the tasks that was already done, there was still plenty of work remaining. She was now getting her daily nighttime-caf-break, she filled her mug and turned around, getting back to her quarters, her mind already thinking about her work. Leia was so focused on her upcoming tasks that she didn't hear the footsteps coming her way nor seen the large familiar frame in front of her. A bumping sound was heard.

"Oh – I'm sorry…" she apologized as an instinctive reflex. She looked up just a second after and realized whom she had bumped into. "Captain Solo" she greeted with a neutral voice. She didn't notice right away because of the darkness of the halls but she finally saw the bruises on his face

"Oh my – What happened to your face?" she asked, genuinely concerned.

He moved his lips in his usual lopsided smile before saying as an answer "Oh ya know, just the regular – filling in mission, throwin' couple of punches during the way." She restrained an eye roll and placed a fist on her hip, giving him her usual exasperated look.

Understanding the silent question in her gaze, he continued, impishly "I was unloading the weapons I was appointed to get and now I'm heading to the Falcon. But what are you doin' in the middle of the night, Princess? Roamin' the halls lookin' for me, are ya?" This time, she couldn't help but roll her eyes and sigh.

"We have to get you to the Med Center" she ordered, avoiding his stupid questions. This time it was his turn to roll his eyes. She couldn't help it, she had to give orders like this all the time, taking care of everything – and everyone.

"Nah, I'm fine" he said nonchalantly, denying her help.

"It's an order Captain." She said firmly as to indicate no negotiations were worth considering. Gods knew he liked when she used her commanding tone on him as well as his rank. "Come with me, Hotshot" she added, using another nickname, and leading him toward the Med Bay. There, Leia opened the medicine cabinet and took what she needed – bacta gel, various healing balms, antiseptic spray and even gauze and wet cotton pads. While she was taking the stuffs from the cabinet, she was handling them to Solo, who just followed her lead and hold them between his palm and chest. Then, as she considered they had everything they needed, she left the center and headed to her cabinets, her mug of caf in her hand the whole time.

"Are you even allowed to do this, Sweetheart?" he asked, considering the amount of med gears they had just taken and raised his brows at her.

She considered not answering his question but still said "I'm a member of the High Command, plus you need the medicine. I don't see the harm in this."

They were already arrived in front of her quarters. She entered the code, palmed the door open and entered, Han hot on her trail (sur ses talons). She put down all they had in hand on her desk. Then she pressed her hand on Solo's chest and pushed him to sit down on her chair. She sat across from him, on his left side.

"So, Flyboy, now that it's just the two of us, can you tell me why I find you wandering and bleeding all around Echo Base?" she said, matching his playful tone from before.

"I got in a fight. Ya should see the other guy" he declared, smiling to the memory of the fight. Leia just shook her head. He was unbelievable and yet she expected this reaction. He had a cut on his eyebrow arch, his bottom lip was split and the knuckles of his right fists were bruised and skinned.

"It is still bleeding." She noticed as she was dabbing his brow arch with the gauze of antiseptic. "I happened very lately" she observed

"Yeah, it was right before takeoff – about an hour ago" Solo said as she frowned, calculating in her mind.

"But the system you were on is about 4 hours away, that is, assuming you made the whole trip in lightspeed."

"It's because it didn't happen there" he sighed "I had to make a stop during the way – for a personal business" he admitted.

"That was imprudent" she commentated. She didn't particularly mean for the mission – albeit it was true. Sure he could have been controlled or noticed by a patrol, risking both the shipping and the location of the base. But it was risky for himself as well, something she was more concerned about than the mission.

He sighed once again "Don't worry your Worship, I managed not to blow up the mission" trying to allay her potential doubts. He didn't want her to think that he wasn't a good choice for missions like this, nor that he didn't care about them. He didn't want to lose her trust either.

"Why didn't you at least wipe you face?" she questioned, to which he only shrugged. "I'm starting to think that you are doing this for your smuggler's credibility'' she suggested with a small smile

''Maybe'' he said, with a tone she identified as genuine wonder. " 'Guess I didn't have time. I got in the ship, took off, and when I landed here, I checked the load in. That's when I ran into you"

"Still, it was reckless of you. You could have gotten yourself arrested. Or been hurt – which you did."

"Aw, worrying about me are ya, Leia?" he said leaning to her ear as he casually replaced a strand of hair behind her ear, brushing her cheek in the process.

The use of her actual name instead of one of her regular nicknames had an impact on her – one Han was fully aware of. She vainly tried to restrain a blush he eventually noticed.

She tried to change the topic of the conversation and looked away, turning around to get something for his lip. She took another piece of gauze and cleaned the dried blood from his lip and then, she took some bacta gel.

Applying the balm on his damaged lip, she pensively stared and couldn't help but wonder how his lips would taste like.

During the process, it turned out that Han behaved, which positively surprised Leia. He didn't really move, nor made comments, nor complained.

Assuming she was done, Leia put back on her desk the medical stuff she had in her hands. "Is that all? Or you have other injuries?" she asked Solo.

She watched as he stayed still, stared at her, obviously thinking. She frowned at him, unable to read his reaction.

"Well, I happen to have received a punch in the stomach…" she immediately took some more bacta gel "but don't worry 'bout it" he continued, even though she was already taking care of that. She quickly unfastened his shirt and left it open to inspect the bruised on his belly. Suddenly she felt his gaze on her and looked up to meet his eyes. He had one brow raised and a lopsided grin and then she realized why he was looking at her that way. She might have unbuttoned his shirt a bit too swiftly or too ardently, which could have been consider as undressing him. She blushed again and wanted to apologize but knew he would make sarcastic comments that wouldn't arrange the situation. So instead, she remained silent – cheeks flushed.

"Givin' yourself a lil' treat, Sweetheart?" he said with his usual impish tone. Great, she thought. Exactly the kind of comment she wanted to avoid. Han Solo was an attractive man, good-looking and usually more handsome than most of the people in the room – and he knew it. He sure had the face of a mercenary but he had quite the features: a tanned skin, a cocky smirk, color-changing hazel eyes, a scar on his chin that gave him a pirate style and a nice although scruffy-looking haircut. But it was not just his face. Solo had the body too. He was athletic and muscular – something Leia had noticed over the years. Leia's type was not the brainless brawny, but she had to admit that Han was not the man she would look away on – he knew that too. She has had occasions to see him topless while he was doing repairs on the ship on humid systems or when she had walked in on him while changing in the Falcon. She had been shy and embarrassed to walk on him half naked, but it didn't seem to bother him, since he laughed at her blushing and apologies.

Leia tried to ignore the comment and pressed her finger on his bruised abbs. At first, he was like he didn't feel a thing but then she pressed somewhere else and he couldn't restrain a groan.

"Yes, that's it. You got hit in the ribs. You won't need bandages and it will heal itself if you rest" she diagnosed as she was putting bacta gel again. She also gave him something to numb the pain. When she removed her fingers from his body, he tried to get up and go back to his business. it was without considering Leia and her order-giving behavior. "No" she firmly said, pushing him back in the chair "You stay here, you need rest".

He sat and hold his hands up as a sign of resignation "Anything you say, your Highness"

After that, she put the meds away and tidied her desk. She also made a quick round trip to the med center to put back the stuff they had taken.

It was quiet for a while now in the room. Organa looked up, suspicious and found Solo dozing, a light snort coming out of his nose. The ends of her lips raised in a soft smile. It was late and some of the medication he had taken had a tranquilizer effect. She replaced a strand of hair and pressed a light kiss on his forehead.

"Sweet dreams, Hotshot" she whispered