A/N: I apologize for the delay in updates, but I fell behind in writing and have been busy finishing up with school. There should be chapters coming more regularly in a few weeks. Hope you're still interested and enjoying!

The remainder of the flight had been smooth and Leia was in high spirits heading towards the Rebel Base. She was excited to be back and determined to do something productive to aid them during her short visit. Han did not seem to match her excitement with such fervor, and though he rolled his eyes or made a crude joke every so often, he did seem to listen to what she said. She supposed that was all she could ask for at this point.

As far as she knew at this point, there was nothing major planned in the Rebellion's agenda. They were hiding out on Yavin, deciding what their next strategy would be. Though the Death Star had been destroyed, rumors were running rampant about a possible second Death Star. The Empire had suffered dramatic losses in regards to their manpower and their big super weapon, but so long as the Emperor and Vader lived, the Empire would reign.

Leia was sitting in the cockpit, waiting anxiously in the last few minutes before they would be dropping out of hyperspace. Han, who she could barely drag away from his chair for even minutes at a time, had stepped into his cabin for a few minutes, saying he had a few things to do without her in there.

He had been teasing her, and had she not been so focused on the Rebellion, she might have taken offense. It had been his idea to let her stay in his cabin in the first place, so really he couldn't complain. The man was beyond confusing.

When Han returned, he looked freshly showered and shaved. She watched as he nodded to her, sitting in her designated spot diagonally behind him, sat down in his chair, and took control of his ship. As he took the Falcon out of hyperspace, Leia was hypnotized by how adept he was with the control panel. He didn't have to think twice about what to do, and it almost seemed as though the ship was anticipating his every movement before he even did it.

She found her eyes moving up from his hands and examined his face from her side perspective. He looked so serious, but at complete ease. She hadn't realized he turned around until it was too late. Han caught her staring and was now smirking down at her.

"Can I help you with something, princess?"

Leia couldn't help the light pink blush that spread across her face and down to her neck. She sat back in her chair and tried to find her composure.

"Nothing at all, captain. I was merely noticing how serious you look when piloting your ship. You're always going on about 'relaxation' and how I should smile more. Perhaps you should take your own advice?"

Han's smile widened, but he didn't say anything as he turned back towards the window and sat down in his chair.

"Strap in, I'm about to take her down."

Leia felt unsettled. It would have been better if he had made a snide remark. Now she felt as though he had won, and it didn't like it. She hesitated, trying to think up something to say, but deciding silence was best at this point, heaved a mental sigh and clicked on her protective straps.

She watched as the ship slid smoothly through the atmosphere. If she was feeling generous, which she wasn't, she might have complimented the ship. The look of pride on his face told her just how much he impressed himself. Leia rolled her eyes and undid her protective straps. Standing up, she took a long look outside the window.

They were coming up on Yavin, quite a beautiful planet. Though she didn't think it could compare to Alderaan, she enjoyed visiting Yavin as it was much cleaner and safer than other planets she could have been sent to, Tatooine for example.

Feeling her excitement building, she rushed off to the cabin without a word to get her things in order. She heard Han call out to her, but she ignored him and continued on with her business.

Han was feeling a little underwhelmed by the Rebellion. The fleet was small and after he was introduced to Riekkan, the general and Leia had gone off for some important business meeting, and Han was left on his own to check out all the ships. None of them could compare to the Falcon and he almost felt bad.

It was too bad Chewie wasn't there because Han could have used some company that didn't come in the form of a diminutive, snooty princess. He supposed she could be fun when she wanted to be, but that was only when he could distract her long enough to get her mind off of work. That lasted mere seconds at a time.

Planning on heading back to his ship to see if there was anything he could tinker around with, he heard a voice call out to him. He suppressed an urge to roll his eyes and turned towards the voice.

"Yeah?"

Rushing towards him was a young, excited looking boy with blond hair. As he got closer, Han realized the boy wasn't as young as he thought. He watched him with slight interest.

"You're Captain Solo, no?"

Han smirked. "Of the Millennium Falcon? That's right."

The boy frowned for a second and shook his head. "The what?"

Han's smile faded. "You've never heard of the Falcon?" He pointed back towards his ship from across the fleet. The young man's eyes followed Han's finger, but he didn't look impressed.

"That thing?" Han was about to retort, but the man continued. "Anyways, you're the guy engaged to the princess? Of Alderaan?"

Han almost forgot that he was still supposed to put up the façade here. He nodded. "That's right. What's it to you."

The man shook his head and smiled as he stuck out his hand. "Nothing, I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm a big fan of the princess'. She's done quite a bit for the Rebellion from what I've heard, but I've never gotten to meet her or see her in action."

Han didn't like the flush that was taking over the man's face as he talked about the princess. He felt defensive, so he stood a little taller and crossed his arms at his chest.

The man pulled his hand back, looking a little confused. "Uh, well, anyways-" He looked around, scratching his neck nervously.

"Your name?" Han's voice was gruff.

"What?" The man was looking more and more uncomfortable, but Han felt it was deserved as the guy insulted his ship and obviously had a crush on the woman he was supposed to be engaged to.

"Oh, uh, right. The name's Luke Skywalker."

Han let the name roll off his tongue. "Skywalker. Sounds familiar."

The man looked interested, but Han shook it off. It was probably nothing.

"What do you do around here, Skywalker?" Luke didn't answer. "Kid?" Han turned around to see what was attracting the kid's attention. He saw Leia and Riekkan walking towards him. For some reason, Han did not like this at all.

"Hiya, sweetheart. Miss me?" Leia ignored him and walked right up to Luke, making Han scowl.

The exchange did not go unnoticed by Riekkan or Luke, but neither man said a word about it. Riekkan introduced the pair, but was called off somewhere else.

"Commander Skywalker, it's a pleasure to meet you." Leia stuck out her hand and Luke took it with excitement.

He bent down and kissed her hand as he said, "Princess, it's an honor to meet you."

Han rolled his eyes, watching the exchange. When Luke held on a little too long for his liking, Han stepped towards Leia and put his arm around her waist, pulling her towards him. After all, she was supposed to be his fiancée and he didn't want to blow their cover now. He had a lot of money riding on it.

Leia looked up at him briefly with a quizzical look on her face, but turned back towards Luke after a moment.

"Commander-"

"Please, Your Highness, call me Luke." The royal title was not spoken with the same sarcasm Han usually reserved for it and the exchange made her smile.

"In that case, then call me Leia." Luke blushed and Han tightened his grip around her waist. "Anyways, I've heard so much about you. Playing such an integral part in destroying the Death Star. And the rumors about you being a Jedi Knight?"

Luke's blush deepened, he appeared wholly uncomfortable, but proud by the princess' compliments. Han almost laughed, but for some reason it was annoying him.

"Well, someone had to do it. But I guess you could call me a Jedi in training. I've been training every off chance I get from my work with the Rebellion."

Leia asked, "With Obi Wan Kenobi?"

"You know him?" Han was getting bored with the conversation, but the name did sound familiar to him.

"Yes, of course. He's an old friend of my father's."

Luke's smile brightened. "Mine too," His smile faltered, but he recovered quickly. "I'd bring you to him, but he went off this weekend. He wouldn't tell me where, but said it had something to do with my training. Sounded very interested to meet with you about something though."

Leia looked curious and her and Luke continued speaking about Rebellion matters. Han, who had been forced out of his embrace with Leia as she pulled away from him to have a more active conversation with Luke, was now standing to the side. He tried to follow, but it was a lot of the same crap he'd heard from Leia on the flight over and he was getting tired of it. With the Jedi revelation, he was even more skeptical of the kid. He never did believe any of that mumbo jumbo stuff.

Han was tuned out and he didn't realize Luke had left until he looked down to find Leia tapping her foot and staring at him with impatience.

"Hello? Earth to captain? Did you hear what I said?"

He hadn't, but he didn't want her to know that. "Sure, yeah. Whatever."

"So you don't mind eating in the mess hall? I know you were going on and on earlier about not wanting to eat that crap, and I suppose you don't have to, but as my official consort, I think it would be best if we did things like this together. It will be a nice chance to meet more members and you can get a real look at how they live."

Han couldn't disagree at this point because he technically had already agreed.

"Yeah sure."

Leia looked at him skeptically. "You know, you could really learn a thing or two from Luke, Han. He's so young, but so determined to do good in this galaxy. To have done so much already! And he lost his entire family. If it hadn't been for Obi Wan I don't know where he would be. Or where the galaxy would be, since the Death Star might still exist. He appreciates the cause."

She said the last bit with deep-seated condescension.

"I appreciate the cause, sweetheart. I just don't wanna be a part of it. Now if you'd prefer to eat rations for dinner fine, but I'm not sleeping anywhere else but my ship. Got it?"

Leia smirked and led the way towards the dining hall. She felt invigorated being back in the midst of the battle and couldn't wait to get her hands dirty. If only she didn't have a certain pilot following her around all the time, she might have really enjoyed it.