Chapter 2

Warning: you quested it, SLASH no like no read, simple as that.

Disclaimer: I wish they were mine, but alas. They belong to George Lucas- how ever depressing that is.

Luke was rather annoyed already. They had only been in this stupid meeting for what seemed like half the day, the General seemed intent to inform the mission team about absolutely every thing that has even the slightest thing to do with Geonosis. Luke hadn't even known that the Outer Rim planet existed, until today. Now, after what felt like a season, he knew everything he felt there was to know about the stupid planet.

A mission of 5 people (Han, Luke, Chewie, and two ambassadors) were to go to Geonosis to deliver a secret message to the Geonosians, the droid producing insect-like creatures that lived there. Luke was to protect the ambassadors at all costs. Being the last of the Jedi, he was naturally appointed to baby-sit. Han and Chewie were to pilot the ship.

"The major export of Geonosis-" The voice faded slowly away as Luke tuned out and began to look around at the others. They weren't doing as well either: Han was staring off in to space, Chewie was asleep, even Leia was trying and failing at paying attention. Her head would droop and then occasionally snap back up again.

"Um.General?"

Everyone's head popped up to see who spoke: it was one of the ambassadors.

"Yes?" He blinked.

"We were supposes to be out of here, um. This morning," she finished. Luke felt like hugging her.

"Oh yes. Must have lost track of time," chuckled the General.

"It happens," said Han bluntly, yawning and stretching his arms above his head.

"On your way then. And good luck," the General cried.

The team headed out of the briefing room. Luke felt his exhaustion and irritation evaporate instantly as the excitement he always felt just before a big mission. His stomach fluttered as adrenaline mounted. They began to board the huge star ship that would take them the four day trip to Geonosis.

"You ready kid?" Han asked.

"I'm no longer a kid Han. That briefing took so long, now I'm an old man," Luke replied with all seriousness. Han had to laugh at the expression on his friend's face.

"Guess that makes me ancient," said Han, throwing his bag in to the cargo hold. "Well, let's go, before General remembers something he forgot to tell us."

"Never in my wildest dream will I need to know the storm patterns of the Geonosian cost," said Luke.

"I think the man just likes the sound of his own voice- Oh hello General, didn't see you there," Han said sheepishly, noticing to late that the older man was standing behind him.

Luke covered up his snort of laughter by coughing in to his tunic.

"I came to wish you and Master Luke luck on your quest," He cast a wary glance at Luke, who's cough had become rather violent in effort to hid his growing laughter. "You will need it," he added. Han grinned.

"You doing okay there kid?" Han laughed.

"Yeah - laugh- I'm fine," he choked.

When the ship finally had permission to take off, Han buckled his belt as he sat back in front of the brand new controls to the brand new ship. He had never been inside a new ship before, never mind piloted one. He wondered how fast he could get it to the Outer Rim. Could he make it in less then the four days that he was told it would take? He ran his hands over the sleek and shiny gears.

As far as anyone knew, piloting this ship was the reason he had volunteered for this mission. They all thought he wanted to get to control the top of the line star ship, but that wasn't so. He was here because of Luke. He would have piloted a land cruiser across space if Luke was going. What nobody knew was that Han loved Luke. Han barely admitted this himself. He would admit attraction, but never real love. He could never admit how much he truly wanted to be with Luke.

Luke couldn't handle it! He was going to strangle the ambassador. They hadn't even left the moon and he was already driving Luke insane. He would not shut up! Luke had sat in the lounge with the two ambassadors, one was male, and the other, the one that spoke out during the briefing, was female. They were both human, and the male would not shut up! He hadn't even bothered introducing himself. Luke found it hard to believe that these people had been elected to represent the alliance while on the mission.

"I think I must have been to every plant in the galaxy, except a lot of the Outer Rim planets. I don't think that they should count though, they're really not important. I have been to Nar Shaddar only once, nasty place, it's called the smuggler's moon you know, and for good reason, because you wouldn't believe all-"

"Would you excuse me," Luke interrupted after nearly an hour of his ramblings (the female had gone to "rest up").

"Oh- well of course," He said politely, but Luke could sense the disappointment. It was unlikely that Luke could care less. He walked from the lounge and found his way to the cockpit. Han had just set the ship to auto-pilot and stood up as Luke entered.

"Hey Kid."

"Hello Han. Where'd Chewie go?" Luke questioned, glancing around the room.

"No idea, did you need him?" He answered. Luke watched his lips form the words but didn't hear any sound. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched everything in his vision melt away in a blend of color. Han was left staring at him, wondering about the glazed look in his eyes.

Suddenly Luke felt hotter then he had in his entire life. A stab of pleasure struck like lightening through his hips and up his spine. He swore he could feel warm skin under his own nails, big hands running down his back, tracing over his hips. He looked up through a tangle of sheets, soaked with perspiration, to find Han's face. Han with his eyes on fire, his back arching.

"Luke?" The voice brought him crashing back down to earth, the vision gone as fast at it appeared. Luke slouched against the wall of the ship, his breath coming in quick paroxysms. He looked up at Han, whose face was twisted in concern. Luke fought to catch his breath, his mind in utter confusion. What the hell just happened? He looked up at Han again, this time his mind flashing back to his dream, to Han burning with desire.

"Um- I've got to, ah, I've got to go. I'll talk to you later," Luke gasped.

Han watched the Jedi turn and dash from the cockpit. He contemplated following him but instead turned towards the huge view window, his mind filling with confusing thoughts.

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Luke hurried down the passage to his own room, his mind blurry with his vision. What the hells has happened? He thought, bringing his hand to his forehead. Did this mean what he thought it meant? Han was his best friend, one of his only friends, and he had just split with Leia. Neither Leia nor Han had ever told him why.

Luke's hands shook slightly as he paced around his tiny room. This wasn't how it was suppose to be. I'm not gay. He told himself, knowing it was a lie. Okay. He breathed deep. Suppose he was attracted to Han. Han would never return his feelings, its not like he could just walk up to him and say- 'Hey Han, I'm inexplicably attracted to you and want you to hold your hot body to mine, just like in the weird and confusing dream thing I just had.' Luke laughed bitterly. He had lost too many people to lose Han because of some stupid fantasy. What would people think, what would LEIA think? He felt a stabbing pain of guilt. Leia had just broken it off with Han and here he was having erotic day dreams about her ex-boyfriend. Some brother. Besides, He told him self, it could just be something I ate. As he said these words to himself he knew that they weren't true. He could lie all he wanted, but he knew that he wanted- maybe even loved- Han Solo.

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