Little Ben Skywalker trotted up the ramp of the Millennium Falcon looking for his uncle. Somehow everything seemed unusually quiet within until he heard the muffled swear-word he knew was off-limits to him. Quickly stifling a giggle, Ben crept up to where a hatch lay open on the Falcon's deck. With a loud yell, the little boy pounced onto Han Solo's broad-set shoulders, startling the wits out of the poor man.
"Why you little...!"
Ben was breathless with laughter, having rolled onto the floor after having knocked them both into a console.
Han rubbed the back of his neck ruefully, muttering about lunatic little nephews, as he hunted down the hydrospanner that had fallen from his grease-smeared hands.
All of a sudden, there was a loud crackle behind him and he heard Ben squeal in alarm. He was up in an instant, grabbing the child out of the way of the sparks flying from the damaged console and trying to shield him with his own body.
Ben's eyes were wide in his uncle's panicked grip.
"Uncle Han? What was that?"
Han took a closer look at the damaged wiring, hanging loose from the board. He barely remembered the child present nearby and bit back another foul oath. Some of the wires were fused together in a solid lump. They would have to be replaced. Probably a good thing, in the long run. He'd been meaning to get the old wiring replaced for a long time now, but somehow never seemed to get around to it. Well, now he'd just have to.
"Uncle Han?"
Ben's voice sounded almost as small as he was.
"Yeah kid?"
"Can you-d'you think you can fix that?"
Han looked down at the little boy staring at the scorched panels and gave a little grin.
"Nope. Nuh-uh. Not unless you help me."
Ben looked up at him, his blue eyes still stretched wide. His uncle sported his famous lopsided grin as he bent down and lifted him up, handing him a hydrospanner.
"See, first we've got to get this whole thing opened up, ok? Now put that there...like that, see?...ok, now we're going to twist it...leftie loosie..."