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A/N: This is hot off the press for you all! My apologies probably mean nothing but at least you know it's not abandoned! I'm still dealing with a particularly hard break-up and the moving on of the other half. If anyone has any solutions, let me know. Egging his brand new BMW is at the top of my priority list right now! It's amazing I've still got my humour in me...speaking of, without further adieu, here it is! (Sorry about the rant folks!)

Chapter Twelve

Leia Skywalker-Organa, You are an IDIOT

Leia was far from impressed. In fact, as soon as she had the chance, she would cause grievous bodily harm to her captor. She might have been a diplomatic princess but kidnapping was just not something she could easily forgive.

She surveyed her room. She had been in here many, many times before. Usually it was not under such irritating circumstances. And more often than not, her captor would have been sharing the quarters with her. Times had changed and she was engaged to another man now. She wasn't the type to engage in a hot, illicit love affair with her ex-lover after all. Was she?

She heard movement outside. She stood up defiantly and put her hands on her hips. The Look was in place and her vocal chords were ready to work to their full extent. The door opened. Leia tried to keep her glare up but the fact of the matter was Han Solo was looking positively delectable in his tight pilot pants at that very moment.

He at least had the common decency to look ashamed at his actions. "If you're here to apologise it had better be something good…"

He interrupted her by grabbing her by the shoulders and kissing her. Wow. Isold-who?

"Han Solo doesn't apologise, sweetheart," he said, smiling cheekily. She fought the urge to kiss him again and do other unsavoury things and continued to glare. It was not funny. Okay, it was kind of sexy but this man had kidnapped her from her home on the eve of her announcement of her wedding to another man. Speaking of other men…

"Han, do you realise how much trouble you are going to be in?" Leia screeched as she attempted to push him out of the way. "Isolder is going to send out the entire Hapan fleet to look for me! Bail is probably having a heart attack and don't even get me started on my father!"

Han snorted in response. "You leave Paps to me, Princess. I kind of have the feeling he'll go with the lesser of two evils in this case. And besides, I could always put you up as booty for our next Sabacc game."

Of all the laser-brained idiots in the galaxy, Leia had no idea how she had ended up with this one. But as the Force would have it, here she was, stuck on a ship, kidnapped, going Force-knew where, with what was possibly an entire fleet of the same blonde self-adoring kriffing morons like that she was currently engaged to, looking for her.

Leia looked at Han again. He had that cheeky grin on his face. His posture was tall and confident as he leant against the door. But there was something different about him. Usually the great Captain Solo had an untouchable aura that surrounded him. It was pride, it was confidence and it was pure animal magnetism. But this Han Solo was different. She remembered his words to her that came so long ago: "What are you afraid of?"

She looked directly into Han's eyes and found what she had been looking for. Apart from the way his eyes flickered mischievously (which Leia suspected had something to do with the fact that he was mentally undressing her at that very moment, imagining her once again in that awful gold bikini. Hey, being a Force user had its perks), there was a distinct sense of desperation. The kidnapping was the final act of a desperate man trying to hold onto the woman he loved.

Leia Skywalker-Organa, you are an IDIOT.

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This scene seemed awfully too familiar. Father and son sat side by side in the cockpit of the Coruscant Wings as Artoo beeped away in the background. They were on the quickest route to Corellia, the supposed final destination for the kidnapper extraordinaire, Captain Han Solo.

The Jedi existed only to restore and maintain peace in the galaxy.

Han Solo existed purely for the purpose of irritating the stang out of Anakin Fergus Skywalker. Han Solo was the bane of his existence.

Oddly enough, despite all of the trouble Han had already caused, was causing and was sure to cause in the future, Anakin was nearly 99 sure that he would rather see Han's face every other day than "tall, blonde and stupid"

Anakin looked at his son as he punched in a few navigation codes into the console. Thank the Force he only had one wayward child to deal with. Luke had thankfully behaved himself much more than Leia, even as a child. Luke was the one who listened to his parents. He did have the tendency to follow whatever devious plan Leia had concocted, such as the time they had disassembled Threepio and tried to sell him at the front of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.

Luke was yet to bring home any potential partners however. Whomever Luke chose would certainly not be a problem for Anakin. He would leave the women's business up to Padmé to sort out. There was a time where Anakin was genuinely worried about Luke's lack of women. In fact, Anakin went red every time he recalled that conversation he stumbled into, which foolishly began with the question, "Son, do you like boys?"

Obi-Wan had never let him live that down.

Shaking those dreadful and humiliating thoughts from his mind, he concentrated on the task at hand.. Hunting down that sorry smuggler and giving him a good Jedi beating sans lightsaber. His fists were ready, his fatherly instincts were at their height and because of Han Solo he was missing out on his weekly "who's your daddy?" game with his wife. It was on.

"Dad?" Luke's voice interrupted Anakin's protective father talk to himself. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure son. What is it?" Anakin asked distractedly, fiddling around with the navigation system. Any minute now they would be in orbit around Corellia and then it was landing and ass-kicking time.

"I think I'm in lo…" Luke began only to be hit with a ripple in the Force that could only have come from his sister. Something was happening down on Corellia and it whatever it was causing tidal waves through the Force. Luke only let himself enjoy Anakin's priceless look of panic momentarily. This was not going to be pretty.