Hi guys. Sorry I didn't post this chapter sooner. I really intended to but I had this very important maths exam today and just couldn't take any free time to write. But maths ended up to be quite useful I guess – during long hours of studying I got some ideas that I plan to use in this and in some later chapters, so stay tuned. And by the way I don't bite so be so kind and review

Disclaimer: If I owned Star Wars I wouldn't have to study maths, but I don't so…Yeah well Sith :D happens

Chapter 2 – Something about this girl

Han was walking to his quarters aboard Death Star and he was limping badly. His chest was fine, won't be more than a bruise next day he thought. But his foot was far from okay. When he reached his room he immediately sat down on bed and took off his boot. It already looked pretty bad. His foot was all swollen and Han decided that visiting a med center might not be a bad idea. Damn girl he thought.

But then just like that he started to think about previous events with regret. Regret for what he had done to that prisoner, to that girl. Regret that dribbled into his hearth like hot wax and just wouldn't stop.

What's that Solo? He talked to himself Feeling all soft are we? The girl was just as guilty as he was. No she was guiltier that he was. Still he couldn't stop himself from thinking about her and after minutes of thinking decided to return next day.

The jug was broken and water was spilled all over the floor. She didn't remember ever being so thirsty before. And it was all his fault. That stupid Commander made things even worse if worse is possible. But on the other hand, he was at least trying to be nice and that was far more than she ever expected from an Imperial Commander. It was in fact quite unfair that she blamed him just few moments ago.

Leia stood up still feeling a bit unsure and dizzy, because effects of electricity still hadn't worn completely. She started pacing up and down her cell. Five steps one way, five steps back. It was terribly small. She guessed that it must have been just one of the ways Imperials were trying to break her. Quite successfully she thought bitterly. She was already feeling nervous becauseof this place and was glaring with anger and frustration at walls surrounding her. She wanted to break them with bare hands, she wanted to yell, rage, she wanted to cry. She wanted to do a million things at that frustrating moment, but knowing nothing would help she just slipped into sitting position, with her back sliding against smooth, gray wall. She hugged her knees to her chest and tried to forget about her awful situation.

Next day Han was, not quite like himself, at work early. Very early to be precise. He was awake half of the night, first because of those stupid droids in medical center and pain killers not working. And second… Han didn't want to admit it to himself, but the other reason he was awake, was that he couldn't get an image of that girl, collapsed on floor out of his head.

Still thinking about her he entered Detention Block, dismissing two guards still working night shift. To hell with those new rules he thought. It's not like he won't be able to restrain the girl if needed to.

He prepared her a plate, all by himself, and it didn't contain prisoner food this time. It was his breakfast, but he decided he wasn't that hungry. The meal consisted of some fresh bread, fruits and juice and Han carried it on plate to cell he visited a day before. He entered and found the girl lying curled up against the wall. He laid the plate with food on her bunk and approached her unmoving form. The concern grew stronger inside him. Did he hurt her yesterday? Han kneeled beside her and noticed how beautiful she was. He pushed aside some hair from her forehead and gently shook her. She didn't wake immediately, but as soon as she heard a voice she didn't recognize she pulled herself up to sitting position.

She eyed him coldly and didn't take his hand when he offered it. She stood up by herself and faced him with her arms crossed acting like he hadn't just found her sleeping.

"Look" started Han "maybe we didn't start very well and I kinda feel sorry for yesterday." He smiled. "I'm Han Solo."

He offered her a hand, but she didn't shake it. She looked at him as if he was an ugly bug, not worthy of her attention. She remained silent.

"Honey, I don't know who you think you are, but I am being nice, which I am in no need to be, seeing the situation."

"And I am in such position?" asked Leia. "I am a prisoner. Do you think I should be nice?" she glared at him and she reminded Han of a painting of a furious creature he once saw, but couldn't remember the name of the author or the title of the painting. But he loved that painting when he was younger, because of that creature, which was beautiful yet deadly.

"And you ask who I think I am" continued Leia. "I am Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan and a member of Imperial Senate. I have diplomatic immunity and you have no right to keep me here against my will."

"Oh forgive me your highness" said Han sarcastically and bowed. "Please be so kind and accept my deepest apologies."

"Apology accepted" replied Leia turning back on him.

Han rolled his eyes and the pointed at plate he brought. "Here I thought you might be hungry." Then he added after barely audible pause. "Leia."

"That's your Highness for you Commander," she corrected him, but then sat on bunk and started to eat.

Han stood by and watched her amusingly. She was so full of herself and even the way she put pieces of bread in her mouth made her look regal. He leaned against the wall and observed her, she had his full attention. And apparently he had hers. She felt his gaze and looked up at him, eyebrows raised.

"What do you want?" she asked most impolitely.

Han grinned down at her, showing her his amazing smile and said "Nothing"

"You think you're such a hot shot don't you?" she asked him with sublime.

"Oh no honey, that's what you think." Han teased her, just to make her angry.

"How dare you?" she spit out, her cheeks blushing with anger. "You're nothing but a filthy Imperial." Then she quickly added: "And you are not even handsome" Which was a big lie and she knew it. Memories of previous day were blurry thanks to commander's paralizator, but she did remember he was really good-looking and this day only confirmed it. When he was standing the way he was at the moment, she could see his perfect muscular structure and it wasn't something she could easily look away from.

Han was insulted. "Your hair looks funny" she returned her critique "What are these?" he showed on buns on both sides of her head. "Donuts or something?"

Leia shrugged, but deep inside she was hurt. "What did I expect from an Imperial like you? Why are you even here?"

She hit the spot. The question was indeed a good one. Why was he here? Han tried to force his brain to figure out a good answer, but it wasn't that easy.

"I… Uhm… Well…" he tried. "Well I thought you know… I felt bad after what happened yesterday and wanted to say I was sorry."

"You're sorry?" It was time for Leia to be confused.

"Yeah that and I thought you might be hungry" he added quickly, feeling relived she didn't yell at him, though he didn't understand why.

"Yes food." Leia nodded, not quite herself. "Thank you, I guess. And well I am sorry too. You know about your foot."

"Oh it's nothing" smiled Han. "You broke only about seven bones, so no need to worry." Leia smiled and that was the first time Han saw her relaxed, if only for a second. And in that moment Han knew. It was something about this girl that made him forget about his problems, about Empire and even about civil war raging through the galaxy.