"NOOO!!!!!!" I heard a piercing cry rebounding through the ship. "NOO!!! LEIA! NO!"
"Han?" I asked in a worried tone, getting up from my seat in the cockpit and running towards the bedroom.
"NO! LEIA!! LEIA!!!" He screamed, and I threw open the door, flipping on the light switch.
"Han!" I screamed, sitting down next to him in bed and shaking his shoulder. "Han, wake up. Wake up sweetie. Han, WAKE UP!" I screamed, shaking both of his shoulders. He quickly sat up with a force, slightly knocking me back. He was sweating like crazy, his hair was matted down, his shirt was drenched in sweat, and he was breathing very heavily. "Han." I said, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. "Han, it's okay."
"Leia." He said, slightly smiling and then running the back of his hand on my cheek. "Goddess. You're all right."
"Of course I'm all right." I smiled. "Why wouldn't I be?" He didn't answer, and I tightened my grip on his shoulders.
Chewbacca walked in and asked, "What's going on?"
"Its' okay Chewie. Can you get 3PO to take my shift for right now? I need a moment with Han."
He growled a 'Sure' and then left to go and get 3PO.
"Han? What happened?"
"Nothing. It was nothing."
"No it wasn't. Tell me."
"I had a nightmare."
"About what?"
"About…you."
"Me?" He had a nightmare about me? Why would he have a nightmare about me?
"Yes. You, Leia."
"What happened?"
"You and I were on some planet, and stormtroopers-they were everywhere- and they were after you…. I was supposed to protect you from them, but I couldn't, and they took you away and then they…. They…"
"They what?"
"They killed you. Right in front of my eyes." He turned away. "It was the worst dream I've ever had."
I didn't know what to say. I really didn't. It then occurred to me that Han truly deeply cared about me. "Oh Han. I'm sorry." I said, holding me in my arms and then laying down next to him on the bed, pulling the covers over us. We eventually fell asleep in each others arms, and we didn't wake until morning.
"Han?" I asked, as I yawned and then sat up. He was still sleeping. I decided not to wake him up, and went to the galley to get a cup of Caff and some fruit. I wasn't that hungry.
"Your shift." Chewie growled at me, and I just gave him a cold smile before going to the cockpit.
Chewbacca later joined me in the cockpit. "What happened with Han last night?"
"He just had a bad dream. It was nothing really."
"That's why you slept with him the whole night."
"I just wanted to make sure he was okay. I told you Chewie, I love him. It's not that obscure."
"What was the bad dream about?" He asked me.
"It was about…me."
"You?" He asked in a curious tone. "What about you?"
"He said that he and I were on some planet and there were stormtroopers that were after me, and Han was supposed to protect me from them, but he couldn't, and they took me away from him and…killed me."
"Cub's never had a dream that's been that…horrible."
"He did say it was the worst dream he'd ever had."
Chewbacca was about to say something when Han appeared in the doorway with a cup of Caff.
"Good morning." I smiled at him.
"Good morning." He grinned back, but I could tell he was still really tired. I got up from my seat and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before he and I both sat back down.
"What were you all talking about?" He asked, sipping his drink.
"We were actually talking about you and your dream last night."
"Oh, don't remind me sweetheart. It was horrible. I'm sorry I went crazy last night."
"It's okay. It really is." I really don't mind sleeping with Han…
Chewbacca got up and left us in the cockpit alone. Suddenly, there was a beep coming from the blue mapscreen on the control panel. Han glanced over at it, and then said, "Hey! Leia! It now says that the estimated time it's going to take us to get to Bespin is not 60 days but 20 days! Isn't that great??"
"Yes. Great." I faked a smile and him and he hugged me.
Even though at the beginning I didn't want to be stuck on this ship for 60 days, I wish I was. I didn't want to leave all of this.
Because the sooner we get to Bespin, the sooner that Han is going to leave for Jabba.
I'm not ready for something else I love to get taken away from me.
