A/N: Just a little something that came to me. I thought it could be a longer story, but everybody knows I don't need any more of those. :-)
Time period: sometime during the Rebellion.
Nothing at All
"Princess!"
Leia continued walking, too angry to talk any longer.
"Leia, please. I'm too old to chase you down. Give an old man a break."
She stopped but didn't turn around. She could hear footsteps approaching her. And then she could feel him standing behind her, waiting for her to turn around and face him. "It isn't him, Carlist."
"I'm inclined to agree with you; but we have to exhaust all possibilities," General Rieekan replied.
There was a spy among the Rebels and Leia had just put her name on the line defending one Corellian smuggler and his Wookiee co-pilot from those that suspected them. She shut her eyes and dropped her head for a moment, thinking. Then she turned around and looked up at her father's oldest friend. "He means something to me."
"I know."
"If he finds this out, he'll run. We'll never see him again. He's not all bluffs and bluster."
"I know."
"You know," she replied curtly. "You know what? That he's a damn good pilot? A better soldier than most of our enlisted? That we can't afford to lose him?"
He placed his hands on her shoulders. They were warm to the touch. "I'll take care of it. Just..."
"Just what?"
"Trust me."
She didn't say anything. She only nodded and then turned and walked away.
"Well, there she is. Miss High and Mightiness. How's all the big wigs at the pow wow?"
"Not now, Han."
"That's right. Us minions aren't worth your time. You've got much bigger worries than to waste your time on us."
She shot him a look. If only he knew. Sometimes she felt like just telling him. Spilling everything. Every good word she had spoken of him. Every time she had taken up for him and protected him from most of the red tape and bureaucracy that he hated. Of every time...
"What?" He asked, shrugging his shoulders innocently.
"Nothing, Captain," she replied tiredly. "Nothing at all."