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Chapter 3

"You can't just walk around in those clothes and hair."

Ginny pulled a cell phone from her pocket, dialing a number. Luke peered with interest at the device. She spoke as the phone waited for the other end to pick up.

"We'll have to go shopping," she mumbled. "But...I don't have enough money..."

"Not to worry about that," Leia interjected. "We have a stack of...American dollars? I think a thousand dollars in different denominations."

"Yes, good." She straightened slightly as the phone was answered. "Yes? Yeah, mom. I'm at the park. Hey, I met a couple of my friends, and we're going to Target. No, we aren't going to buy anything. Just slushies. Yes, yes mom. Mom, I'm thirteen! Well, yeah by a month, but I can take care of myself. Alright. See you. Bye." She put the phone back in her pocket, and turned to the trio who was listening to the exchange.

"What's Target?"

"Oh, a store. Sells everything. Clothes aren't designer or anything like that, but we can't afford anything like that of course," Ginny lead the way out of the park when she stopped, turning around to frown at the largely conspicuous Falcon against the trees and grass. "Hey, what are we going to do about the Falcon?"

"Oh," Han jumped slightly, jogging back towards the ship. "I have a reflecting camoshield. Shows what's under her and looks like nothing from above." He reached up at the Falcon's hull and pressed a series of buttons, taking a small remote and tucking it into a vest pocket. The ship wavered before suddenly disappearing into the background.

"It's more of a problem about if people go to it by land and walk into it or something," Ginny reminded him, biting her lip.

"Is this place traversed often?" Luke prodded. The girl gave a small shake of her head in disbelief.

"I forgot. This place...you're not supposed to walk here," Her cheeks reddened slightly. "Potholes, poisonous plants, dangerous animals." She gave a sheepish grin. "Watch where you walk."

"Then why are you here?" Leia reprimanded almost automatically.

"I know my way around," she said a bit desperately, looking for approval from her greatest heroes and heroine. "My brother and I used to explore around here all the time until he...until he got deployed." Luke immediately sensed sadness and fear wash over her, and he smiled encouragingly.

"Oh well, it's a good thing she was here or else we'd probably be mobbed because of our moderate fame." He cracked. Ginny gaped at him.

"'Moderate fame'? Luke, you guys are known by everyone! If you walked out like that-" she waved her hands at their entirety. "You'd be completely mobbed by cameras and paparazzi and probably be called a fake anyways."

"We don't want to be followed."

"Earth doesn't know the meaning of privacy, especially for celebrities." Genevieve said ominously.

"Well if the Falcon's fine, then let's get going," Leia interjected firmly. Ginny nodded and started to lead them down a narrow dirt path winding through the thick undergrowth.

"Few questions," Ginny spoke up as they trekked up the hilly land. "How'd you get ahold of the money?"

"We've had a few travelers from our galaxy here come undercover and take notes and samples," Leia answered. "Replicated it."

"Horrible security measures," Han snorted. "'Watermarks'?"

"Well what does your currency have then?" she asked defensively. Han sniffed dismissively.

"Holograms when shone on by special lights," he listed off. "Can't be counterfeited. DNA, like actual stuff from a specific animal kept in a safe."

"Ick, your money has animal crap on it?" she scoffed.

"Corellian money does!" Han practically snarled. "And not crap!"

"Pee?"

Both Leia, Luke, and Ginny laughed openly at Han Solo's obvious displeasure.

"Um, but how can you speak English?" Ginny asked. "It's impossible, isn't it? We're from entirely different galaxies."

"One of the reasons we came here," Luke said. "We suspect involvement from our galaxy. Possibly the Empire."

"Oh, those scum," Ginny curled her lip distastefully. "Emperor's dead, right?"

"Yeah," Han mumbled. "This is so weird."

"What?" They stepped out onto the path and she took a left towards a large white and red building in the distance.

"You know everything."

"Everything about Star Wars, yeah," she said.

"But, who made the movie?" Luke asked after a moment. "How did they know about us?"

"George Lucas wrote the storyline," Ginny said. The hot NorCal sun beat fiercely down on their necks as they left the shade into the clear sky. Leia and Han looked uncomfortable, but Luke seemed to almost savor the stifling, triple-digit heat.

"Hm." Han frowned. "Maybe some people back from our galaxy had a say in it."

"But it was made 36 years ago!" she sputtered.

"Ugh, forget about this stuff." Han waved a dismissive hand. They turned the corner, and suddenly Target loomed above them.

"Hey, um, Your Highness?" Ginny paused before going in. "You should probably take your hair down."

"Call me Leia," she corrected her, pulling pins and undoing hairties until her kinked hair fell down her back.

"Stay low," Ginny advised as the automatic door shuddered open and a blast of air hit them, causing the three to jump in surprise. "You don't want anyone recognizing you. Nobody really comes at 10 AM on a Sunday, so it shouldn't be too difficult."

Ginny lead the way confidently into the store, flip-flops slapping loudly in the silence. The three followed a bit more timidly, looking around curiously. The store was relatively small compared to the usual Target, as the town was comparatively small also. She lead the way to the clothes sections, and soon the three scattered amongst the different racks. "Get enough clothes, maybe at least three different outfits." Ginny had advised wisely.

At first she wavered on who to follow when she finally decided to tag along with Leia as the men paired up, flipping through the hangers.

"Do you mind?" she asked uncertainly, afraid that the Leia Organa that she had seen onscreen would strike with cold rejection. But she merely smiled at her and nodded.

"This is amazing," she said softly. "You don't know how impossible this seems right now, yet-"

"Well, I'm right here." Leia picked a t-shirt, a small amused smile on her face.

"I thought...I'd never think you'd be like..." her cheeks reddened and she trailed off.

"What?" she asked.

"This nice." she blushed furiously. "You were so no-nonsense and cold in the movies. I hope I didn't offend you, I didn't mean to, of course." she added nervously, but she only chuckled.

"I haven't had much time to be nice during the Rebellion and all, have I?" the princess chose a pair of jean shorts, testing them for size against her body.

"I guess not."

Ginny looked at the tag. "You sure are petite," she commented half to herself, marching off to look for some casual clothing. "Sorry! I don't know what's gotten into me..."

"No, no, it's nothing." she shook her head, smiling.

Soon Leia had chosen a few pieces of clothing and a couple of shoes. "An informal pair and a formal one. Sandals and flip-flops are a best bet, it's so hot."

They met the others in the men's section. Luke held a good amount of practical clothes while Han had only one shirt and cargo shorts.

"You have nothing?" Leia commented, half exasperated, half amused. She patted his shoulder, diving into the racks with Ginny. She found a blue polo shirt and held it up appreciatively against Han.

"Nope, I'm not wearing that." he objected sharply.

"You are wearing this, Han Solo." she reprimanded firmly, shoving it into his indignant arms before continuing to search. He protested but was quickly stopped short as the princess whirled around with the all-too-familiar evil eye.

"This generous young woman offered to help us by bringing us here to get new clothes. Now if you'd cooperate we can get out of here with minimal pain." she snarled. Han mumbled about 'minimal pain', and Ginny stood uncomfortably at her mentioning in the disagreement between the two. Luke leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Happens all the time," he assured her with a goodnatured wink. "You'll get used to it."

Eventually they had all chosen the right apparel and had tried them on. Ginny picked up a few bits of makeup for Leia.

However before they paid for their items Ginny steered them to the electronics section. She quickly chose a prepaid phone, the cheapest 'dumbphone' available, and set up the contract for a month. She gave the three a crash course on how to operate it, and they were off to checkout. Though they got a few puzzled looks by the cashier, it mostly went smoothly and the three changed in the bathrooms.

They emerged in their Earth-clothes, Han looking rather uncomfortable, Luke the opposite in his loose short-sleeves and knee cargoes. Leia looked like just another citizen of Earth with new makeup and a simple summer dress.

"Perfect," Ginny sighed in relief as the four began walking back towards the Falcon. They had spent one and a half hours shopping, and she knew that she would get in trouble if she did not get home soon.

"Thank you so much for helping us," Luke said wholeheartedly. "We don't know what we would have done-"

"Oh, my pleasure," she laughed, cheeks pinking. "Seriously. Very much my pleasure."

She showed them back to their ship and they began boarding.

"Don't forget to keep quiet!" she called. "Call me at 9:30 AM, that's 0930 hours, it says on the phone. Bye!"

They waved her off, and Ginny rushed home on her bicycle the way she had a few hours before. She burst with excitement, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to tell anybody.

Or yet, as she hoped.

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