I got up the next morning and yawned. I could hear Chewie growling outside the door at 3PO who responded, "Of course I'm making breakfast Chewbacca."

I slightly smiled and then got out of bed, taking a quick shower in the fresher and then getting dressed.

I walked out of my room and then entered the galley, where 3PO was preparing food, Chewbacca was drinking blue milk, and Han was sitting at the table with a cup of Caff, looking down at the table.

Chewie growled something at me, and I responded with a, "Good morning."

"Mistress Leia! Such a pleasure to see you up! I was going to go and wake you, but I decided not to, since you looked like you didn't sleep well last night."

Why did he just say that? I didn't want Han to know that I didn't sleep well because of him.

Han slightly glanced up at me, and Chewbacca pulled up a seat for me at the table.

"Thank you." I said in monotone, giving Chewie a small grin.

I looked at Han, and instantly felt sorry for him. His hair was in a tangled mess, his shirt was un-tucked, and he looked deathly tired. His beautiful brown eyes had big dark circles under them, and they were only slightly open.

Han looked up at me, and I looked down at the table. I could feel my face turning a light shade of pink.

Chewie growled at 3PO and he replied, "Yes, breakfast is ready now Chewbacca, Captain Solo, and Mistress Leia."

After we had finished eating breakfast, which Chewbacca ate most of, Han didn't touch, and I had only a little bit, Chewie left to go to the cockpit for his shift.

"Thank you." I said to 3PO, standing up and giving him my plate.

"Oh, you are perfectly welcome Mistress Leia."

I smiled and turned around to leave, but stopped and looked at Han.

He looked even worse than before. I gazed into his eyes, and then slightly gasped before running out of the galley and into my room.

I sat down on the bed and the image I saw of Han was plastered in my head.

I saw his eyes… I saw his beautiful brown eyes with the dark circles under them glisten. He was crying.

Crying for me.

Why?

How would I know?

Chewie.

Chewbacca, his best friend would probably know what was wrong with Han.

I left the room and then walked into the cockpit to find Chewie. "Chewie?" I asked, sitting down in Han's seat.

He growled something at me, and I sighed. I can't understand him! I'll just go and get Han…but that would defeat the purpose, and I'm not going to get him… but who should I get? Then it hit me. 3PO!!!

"One moment." I said to Chewbacca, and then ran out of the cockpit. "3PO?" I asked, entering the galley where Han was still sitting, his cheeks flushed and tear streaked.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Can you translate what Chewbacca says to me?"

"It would be a pleasure Mistress Leia." He said, hobbling out of the room after me. I returned the cockpit with 3PO and sat down.

"Chewie? Why is Han so…depressed? Or…upset?" I asked.

Chewie growled something, and I looked at 3PO who said, "Chewbacca says that He does not know, because Captain Solo will not talk to him either."

"Chewie! I need to know! He's sitting in the galley right now crying!"

Chewie growled and 3PO said, "Chewbacca says that Captain Solo usually does not cry, and that this is unusual. It must have taken something big to make him cry, and that if you want, he can talk to him about it."

"Please Chewie? That would be a great help! I really need to know."

Chewbacca went to stand up, and before he left the cockpit he turned back and barked at me.

"Chewbacca says that he needs to know why you care so much why Captain Solo is crying."

"Chewie, don't tell anyone. Especially Han okay? But… I love him." I sighed. I can't believe I just said that. To Han's best friend. "You promise you won't say anything?"

Chewie smiled and then barked.

"Chewbacca says that He can't believe that you really love him. And he promises that he won't say anything to Captain Solo."

I smiled and then gave him a hug. "Thank you." He gave me a pat on the back and then left the cockpit.

"You can go 3PO, but don't tell Han."

"Of course, Mistress Leia."

I smiled and then ran back to my room, laying down onto the bed and staring at the ceiling.

"Cub?" Chewbacca asked, walking into the galley.

"Huh?" Han replied.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"No. What do you think?" He spat at him, glancing up at him.

"I talked to Leia for you."

"So?"

"She said that she's very worried about you."

"Okay."

"I also asked her if she liked you."

Han immediately paid attention to the conversation. "Really? What did she say?"

Chewbacca sighed. He knew this was coming. "I made a promise to her that I wouldn't tell you."

"Damn!" Han loudly cussed, slamming his cup of Caff down onto the table. "Why? I'm your best friend!!!"

"I'm sorry Cub. I never promised you that I would tell you what she said."

"True. Damn it!"

"Why are you so upset?"

"I told you Chewie. I love her. And when she yelled at me last night and shoved me out of her room, it hurt so much."

"Oh. I'm sorry again Cub."

"It's fine. It's over. I screwed up. Now she definently will not love me." He sighed and then got up and left the galley.

Chewbacca laughed and then went to Leia's room. He knocked on the door and Leia came to answer it. "Chewie! Did you talk to Han?"

He nodded, and Leia ran to get 3PO.

"What did he say?"

Chewie growled, and 3PO said, "Chewbacca says he can't tell you."

"What?! Well did you tell Han I loved him?" That was hard to say.

Chewie growled and then left the room.

"Chewbacca says no." 3PO translated and then left, following Chewbacca.

Why did he just leave? He didn't even tell me why he was crying the first place. I decided to run out of the room to catch Chewie. As I was running out, I ran right into Han. I fell back onto my butt, and winced in pain.

"Sorry." Han mumbled, grabbing my hand and helping me up off of the ground.

"It's okay."

"Listen, Han…We need to talk."

"I know."

"Y-You do?"

"Yes. I screwed up, and I want to make it up to you."

"Really? Well make it up to me inside." I gave him a small smile and then grabbed his hand, leading him into my room, closing the door behind us.

"I'm sorry Han." I said, sitting down onto the bed.

"I'm sorry too."

"I don't know why I just flew off the handle last night, shoving you out of the room and all. It's my fault, not yours. I just want to know one thing. Why couldn't you translate for Chewie?"

Han sighed and scratched the back of his neck. "I sent him to talk to you."

"Sent him? To talk to me?? Why?"

"I needed to know something."

"Needed to know what?" I asked.

Han walked towards me, and then said, "I needed to know if you loved me the way I love you."

I could feel tears of joy filling up in my eyes. I can't believe that this is really happening. "Oh Han. Why didn't you just ask?" I asked, throwing my arms around him and pulling him into a hug. "Oh Han." I breathed before breaking away and then bringing him into a passionate kiss.

As we were kissing, Chewbacca walked in and his eyes went wide with amazement. He barked with joy and Han and I broke apart, both blushing.

Chewie barked at Han, and he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "It's my shift. See you later, Princess." He winked and then left, Chewbacca following.

I smiled and then laid down onto the bed. I pulled out a notebook and started to write in it.

Dear Diary,

I love Han Solo, and he loves me! How luck can a princess get? It's just amazing how the person I love loves me too! Oh he's handsome. He has the most beautiful brown eyes, the prettiest brown hair that sets perfectly, and…

Chewbacca came storming in and then barked at me.

"What?" I asked in puzzlement. Then the ship began to shake.

3PO came wobbling in and said, "Mistress Leia! The ship is under attack! Hurry! Hurry!" My heart started to beat faster and then ran out to the cockpit where Han was sitting.

"Sit down Sweetheart if you don't want to get hurt." He said to me as I entered the room. I took his advice and sat down.

Laser blasts continued to shake the ship, and Han got up from his seat and then ran out of the cockpit yelling, "I have to check the main rear deflector shields."

I decided to move into Han's seat, and about 10 minutes later, I started to get worried. "Han?" I asked into the comlink.

No answer.

"Han!" I said louder.

Still no answer.

"HAN!!" I screamed.

There was still no answer.

I started to get worried, and then I ran out of the cockpit, running to the back of the ship. As I approached the back, I gasped and then fell down onto the ground.

Han was knocked out on the ground, and a big gash was on his head.