Luke Skywalker paced the length of his small apartment nervously. Maybe he shouldn't be doing this. Maybe it wasn't his place to meddle. Maybe Leia really was happy. Maybe he was about to cause the next Galactic war…. Luke sat down on the edge of his couch and took a deep steadying breath. Jedi were supposed to remain calm at times, he should just relax and think through this logically…. Luke bounced off the edge of his couch and resumed his anxious pacing. To heck with Jedi discipline, none of the old masters had probably ever tried to stop their sister from making the absolute worst mistake of her life, while simultaneously preventing their best friend from committing suicide because of that same sister. The young Jedi shuddered at the memory that thought conjured up in his mind.

Han had been sitting at his desk, blaster in one hand, and had been staring at it with an unnerving intensity,

I mean, Kid, what's the point? Of living, I mean. I bet all I had and I lost it… and don't tell me I've got a lot left to live for, 'cause I ain't. No matter where I go, or what I do, I'm gonna be the guy that was the princess, now Queen of the Hapes's, consort. I can already hear them, 'What a sorry reck! What did Organa ever see in him?' It isn't really worth it, ya know?

It had taken Skywalker nearly a week to talk Han out of the idea of just shooting himself and Rieekan was still keeping an eye on him, just in case. Luke ran a hand through his sandy hair tiredly, a gesture he'd picked up from Solo. At times, Luke wasn't sure whether to feel sorry for Leia because of how badly she'd managed to destroy her own life, or to be angry with her because of how terribly she'd treated Han. In Luke's opinion, all of this gave him every right to not feel calm and collected.

Just then, his comm link buzzed,

"Skywalker."

"Luke, Rieekan. Han's agreed to take on the command. How'd Leia respond to your request?"

"She said yes, no questions or complaints, which is, in its self, a little worrying."

"Yes… I sure hope you know what you're doing, Luke. Watching Leia go through intense depression after Alderaan was bad enough, I don't think I could live through a repeat performance from Han. Besides, we worked with the Rouge Squadron too long to get them together in the first place to let it end like this. Speaking of the Rouge Squadron, what are Antillies and Janson up to?"

"They'll be on the bridge crew of the flag ship to keep an eye on Han, while I keep an eye on Leia, remember?"

"Ah, yes, sometimes I do forget the many talents of the Rouge Squadron, other than flying and shooting, that is."

Luke grinned, "We aim to please!" he stopped as the doorbell for his apartment rang. "Leia's here, I've got to go!"

"May the Force be with you, Luke!"

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Han Solo sat on the edge of his bunk in his cabin on the Star Destroyer Destiny's Hope; it was rather ironic that he was on that particular ship. Solo glared at the wall of his room, the day was not going well, it had taken nearly all of his will power just to get out of bed that morning. Then he'd gotten to the ship and discovered that Wes Janson and Wedge Antillies were on the bridge crew of the Destiny. Just what he needed, familiar people to ask questions and bug him about what had happened. Didn't the Kid do that enough to him? Han sighed; everything had gone wrong since she'd told him to 'Have a nice life.' What had ever happened to the famous 'Solo luck'? Now his fleet was on its way to Corsucant to pick up whichever diplomats he was suppose to transporting. The way today was going, one of them would probably be Mon Mothma, and maybe then when the fleet reached Akkinth, they'd all be blown up by Zinji's new fleet of Super Star Destroyers. Well, at least if he got blown up, he wouldn't have to face the media anymore… or Luke… or… Leia.

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"Hurry up, Luke, we'll be late." Leia stared out one of the apartment's many windows. She didn't really want to go to Akkinth, but it would get her mind off all of this… mess, her so-called 'life.' The princess started as her brother tapped her on the shoulder,

"I'm all ready. The taxi's waiting downstairs." Luke smiled gently down at her.

"Oh."

The speeder drive seemed to Leia to last forever. After she'd found that 2-D, everything seemed to be taking longer. Everything seemed pointless, and Leia had begun to realize how little she did that didn't somehow the New Republic. When had she ever allowed herself to do something for just herself and no one else? Never probably, or, at least, not since she was very, very young, but ever since she'd gotten her first tutor, Leia had worked to help the Alliance, then the New Republic. Odd, that she'd never thought about it before. Falling in love with Han was the first real thing that she'd done without the Council's approval, actually, it had been to the Council's general disapproval. Except for Rieekan, that is. He'd been doing a bit of matchmaking since she and Han had arrived on Yavin IV.

The speeder slowed to a halt in front of the docking bay where the other New Republic diplomats that were coming to Akkinth were already boarding the Star Destroyer Destiny's Hope. A chauffer took their bags and Luke and Leia mounted the boarding ramp. Leia stopped as she heard a familiar voice yelling,

"Janson! Get outta there, or I swear, I will shoot you and let the technicians pick you out of there!" Her heart skipped a beat, what was he doing here? But as he turned and caught sight of her, Leia let out a slight gasp. The uniform he was wearing hung off his shoulders, he'd lost a lot of weight since she'd last seen him and he'd never weighed that much to begin with. He seemed even more fatigued and stressed than before, and didn't appear to have slept in days.

Oh, Force! What have I done!

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"Janson! Get outta there, or I swear, I will shoot you and let technicians pick you out of there!" Wes could be so irritating, what the hell was he doing anyway? Turning to head back to the bridge, Han suddenly caught sight of the figures silhouetted in the hatchway. It was… oh, gods! It was her! He froze. No, no, no, NO! Spinning on his heel, not caring how strange it would look, Han all but ran back to his cabin and hit the close button as fast as he could. Han sank to the ground and leaned against the wall trembling. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening!

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