The Stowaway and the Princess

(I wrote this ages ago whoops)

Set around 1 - 3 ABY

Leia had a frown on her face as she stormed towards Kat through the Millennium Falcon, who was leaning against the wall outside the door to her quarters. As she strode through the ship's corridors, Kat was already wondering which insults she was going to pull out.

"Han?" She simply asked as the Princess stopped a few feet before her.

"In what state of mind were you in when you decided to aquatint yourself with that great idiotic..."

"... self-serving, mother-gundark, sad excuse for a captain, Corellian. I know Leia, I know." Kat held her hands up in the air to show she meant no harm. "He's all man and fire, isn't he?"

Leia slumped her shoulders. "Apologies. He's just so..."

"Aggravating and cocky. You've given me this speech before, Leia."

This time Leia hung her head low. "Sorry. Every time Han has pushed my buttons it's you who ends up listening and getting all the anger taken out on you."

"Hey," Kat put a hand to her shoulder. "At least it's me who's the punching bag. You have a good choice on who to yell at."

All Leia did was raise an eyebrow. "That's not very reassuring."

Kat straightened her back adjusted her blue Alliance uniform. "Come in."

She opened the door at the press of a button. Leia followed her friend into the quarters she shared with a fellow rebellion Commander.

The first thing Leia noticed about the quarters was that if any clothing items were on the floor, they were Kat's.

And that the messy half of the bed was most likely the side that Kat slept on.

And that if anything was out of place in the room, which Leia almost had a fit in, it was Kat's.

"I see you keep things orderly in here." Leia commented.

"I gave up recently." She sat on edge of the bed. "Luke somewhat finds it funny that one half of the room is neat and the other is a planet called Chaos."

Kat patted the spot next to her, and Leia gingerly sat down next to her. "Do I want to know what's been going on in this room?"

"You really shouldn't even ask... but shush about private business," Kat refused to let Leia move on from the topic. "You and Han!"

Leia nodded her head regrettably. "Han and I, yes."

Kat frowned and scratched her head. How the hell do I tell her that she kinda loves him without telling her she kinda loves him?... Maybe there could be, like, double dates or something... Oh no I really don't want a grownup domesticated life of the going out and eating fancy flatbread and shivat...

"Do you have the faintest clue as to why he'd always try to be so impressive and cocky around you, Princess?" Kat finally found her words.

Leia shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe it's because he can't stand people like me who have grown up in prestigious environments who 'never had it rough' and 'can't handle the real world' or something like that. And that the only thing that was absolutely terrible in my life was when Alderaan was destroyed. That's how I always viewed it..."

Kat looked at the wall opposite her and scratched her head. "Ok... that's a new perspective on things."

"... I guess that's my very small envy of you."

Kat was shocked by the sudden turn in conversation. "Eh?"

"You have no home world." Leia simply stated. "You have no planet to miss."

Kat forgot entirely on trying to get Leia to see how she really saw Han. It was like when she had first met the princess in the cell block and the top of the doorway had suddenly appeared out of nowhere...

Kat felt through the tremors of the Force that Leia felt as if she had suddenly offended her. "I'm so sorry," Leia put a hand to her shoulder as she stood up to leave Kat alone. "I know what you intended... I'll leave you alone for now?"

Kat nodded slowly and emotionlessly.

Home... was all that came to her mind. My home...

And when she thought of that, the memory of a man with white hair and big brown eyes was sitting on a bed next to her as he pulled the blankets up to her chest. In the corner stood an unknown figure as the man tucked the stuffed bantha under the blankets next to her and dropped a kiss onto her forehead.

It was as if she had felt nothing at all, then everything at once.

And then the room around her suddenly felt strangely cold, and Kat felt very uncomfortable.


Ok I'm really lost as to what to write after I get back home. I really really really want to write sequels (which would be entirely AU) but I feel like prequels should be written first so that the sequels make more sense. Ugh idk. I'm lost.

- yoda-is-cool