Chewie entered the cockpit, and growled something at Han, who turned back to the blue monitor, and then his jaw dropped open.

"What?" I asked, getting closer to him. Why am I practically leaning on him?

Chewie looked at me, and then barked in amusement. Han looked at Chewie, and then at me, smiling. I wish I knew how to speak wookie.

"Goddess." He whispered, still looking at the screen.

I bent further to see what he was looking at.

60 days.

60 days it would take to get to Bespin.

60 days stuck on this ship.

Great.

"60 days." Han said.

"60 days." I repeated, trying to make it set in my head.

He got up and then turned to me.

"Come on." He grabbed my hand, and then led me out of the cockpit.

"60 days, Han? How are we going to survive for 60 days on this ship?"

"I don't know sweetheart." He said, leading me to his room. Why are we going to his room?

"This is your room for the trip."

"Your room? No. You should have it. It's yours; you're the captain of the ship."

"Exactly. I'm the captain. And as the Captain, I'm ordering you to take my room."

"But…"

"No. Look, Leia. I want you to take it. This is how I think we're going to make it through 60 days without killing each other, or dying from hunger, or an invasion. Every 6 hours, one of us sits in the cockpit and watches for enemy ships, or of course…Bespin. First shift is Chewie. Next is me. Then it's you. 3PO takes the night shift so we can get a good nights rest."

I nodded. "Okay." I said, and then turned around into Han's bedroom, closing the door.

Han smiled and then walked to the cockpit, a huge smile on his face. (Now, I do not know that any of this is going on.)

"Hey cub." Chewie said as Han walked in the room.

"Hey." He said, sitting down in the chair, flipping a couple of switches.

"Where did you take Leia?"

"Oh. I told her she could have my room."

"Really? You want her to sleep with you?"

"Chewie. Don't be crazy. She would never sleep with me. The scoundrel I am…" He sighed and then looked out the window.

"Cub? You okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine." Han said, looking down and then finally looking back up at the wookie. "I love her. It's just my luck that she doesn't love me."

"Maybe it's because you are too mean to her. But Cub, the way she leaned up onto you to look at the screen was very close."

"I guess. But- Hey! Maybe you could talk to her and ask her!" Han smiled.

"I don't think that that's such a good idea…"

"Please buddy? I'll give you some of my food, and take your shifts."

"Okay." Chewie barked delightfully and then walked out of the cockpit.

There was a knock on my door, and I got up from where I was lying on Han's bed and pressed the open button.

"Hello Chewbacca." I said, inviting him in.

Chewie barked something at me that I couldn't understand.

"Hold on." I said, smiling and then getting up and running out of my room. Where's Han? I need him to translate what Chewbacca's saying.

I ran into the cockpit, and Han was leaning back in his chair, with a grin on his face.

I stopped in the doorway. "Han." I smiled.

"Leia." He sat up in his chair.

"I need your help. Come on." I walked over to him and grabbed his hand, his soft, soft hand, and led him to my room.

Chewie barked something at Han when he walked in, and I said, "I need you to translate what Chewie says to me."

Han glanced at me and then at Chewie. "Um. I can't."

"Why not?" I asked, confused.

"I…I just can't." he replied, turning to leave.

"Han!" I cried out to him. "I want you to stay. You have to translate for me! Is this what you're going to do with me when you leave to go to Jabba's? You're going to run away and just back out on everything! On the rebel alliance! On the empire! On…On me?"

"Sweetheart, I just can't translate for you."

"AND WHY NOT?" I started to yell at him.

"BECAUSE IT'S A PERSONAL CONVERSATION!"

"AND WHEN HAS THAT EVER STOPPED YOU! FINE HAN SOLO! BACK OUT! BACK OUT ON EVERYTHING! BACK OUT ON CHEWIE, BACK OUT ON THE EMPIRE, BACK OUT ON ME! I DON'T CARE! GET OUT!" I screamed at him, pushing him out of the door.

I turned around and then looked at Chewie. "GET OUT!" I yelled, putting my head in my hands, and then watching Chewie leave.

Silent tears fell down my face as I walked over and lay down on Han's bed, pulling the covers up close, and then whispering. "What have I done? I love him! I love you, Han Solo." I closed my eyes and then fell into a deep sleep.

Han walked into the extra bedroom and laid down on the bed. "Damn." He whispered. He kicked the bed and then put his head in his hands. "What have I done? Damn it! I love her!" He sighed and then removed his boots, crawling under the covers and whispering, "I love you, Leia Organa." He closed his eyes and then fell into a deep sleep.

There's the first part of the trip to Bespin. I don't know how many parts there will be, but here's one of them. Remember 2 reviews per chapter or I won't update.

xoxoxo

Alexandra