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It wasn't until Princess Leia Organa awoke the next morning on the floor of Han's cabin that she realized what a predicament she was in. I'm trapped in Captain Solo's ship with no change of clothes! Oh, the Rogues will talk!

She rolled over to find that Han was gone. Before she could begin to worry, he burst back in, freshly washed and dressed in his normal spacer's attire, sans boots. As he sat on his bed to pull on his footwear, he gave her a slight smile. "Sleep all right? You know, there's plenty of room here in my bed." His smile veered toward a leer as he patted the mattress.

Princess Leia pulled the covers over her pastel pink pajamas, realizing that at some point during the night, he had covered her with his blanket. "You were in no condition to care last night, Captain," she said crisply. Then, she added, "You seem to be feeling better. Where are you going?"

"I have a meeting with Rieekan this morning," Han replied, tugging on one boot. "Which I'm late for. Chewie gets released today and we're leaving on a supply run this afternoon."

"No, you're not."

Han paused, the other boot in hand. "What? Why not?"

Leia sat up and caught his gaze. "I sent Rieekan a note last night that you were ill and that you would be unable to fulfill your duties today."

Han looked like he wanted to strike her. "You did WHAT?" He stood up wearing only one boot and began to pace around the cabin. The effect would have been amusing if not for the scowl on his face.

She stood to face him. "Han, be reasonable. You were on the floor of the refresher throwing up not six standard hours ago."

"I'm fine." As he glared at her, she noticed the pallor of his skin and the dark circles under his eyes. The man did not look fine to her. "Maybe I can catch him at the Command Center and explain that you made a mistake." He sat down and pulled on the other boot.

"I most certainly did not make a mistake, Captain," Leia insisted. "Let's not forget, you were so ill that you called me here in the middle of the night."

"And you came running right over in your cute little pink pajamas. Nice to know how you really feel about me, your royalness." He stood and smirked at her, setting her blood to boil. She reached down, grabbed the blanket from her pallet on the floor, and covered her pajamas with it like a shawl. This man is incorrigible!

He wagged a finger in her face, all traces of humor gone. "But since we're not married yet, stop trying to run my life."

"I have no intention of ever marrying you, Vyyk Draygo," Princess Leia snapped. "Or whatever your name really is."

If it was possible, Han grew even paler. Putting a hand to his forehead, he growled out, "Where did you hear that name?"

Her return smile was smug. "On the pill bottles in your medpack. You're due for another dose if you need it."

He glared at her. "THAT'S the medicine you gave me?"

Nonplussed, she blinked at him, worry filling her heart despite his obnoxious behavior. "It is yours, isn't it?" she asked with concern. It had never occurred to her that the little pill bottles might belong to someone else.

Sighing, he dropped back down on the bed and put his head into his hands. "I can't fly for 24 standard hours after taking it."

"I didn't know." Her words were contrite as she sat next to him. "You were so ill, Han, and you refused to go to the med lab. What did you expect me to do?" She tentatively touched his arm.

His shoulders slumped further. "I don't know." Raising his head to look at her, he asked, "What did you tell Rieekan?"

"I said you had symptoms consistent with stomach flu." He nodded and looked away. "You really need to tell him, Han. I saw that you completed a lengthy reconnaissance yesterday. If extreme cold aggravates your migraines, you shouldn't be outdoors on Hoth."

"By your logic, I shouldn't fly day trips with multiple jumps through hyperspace either," he replied bitterly, pulling away from her to stand. "Not that it's any of your damn business, your worshipfulness, but I don't get migraines very often." He glared at her and folded his arms. "But maybe you'd like to dictate where and how I do my job. Can I work on the Falcon today?" He mimicked her voice. "Oh, no, Han honey, you might hit yourself on the head with a hydrospanner. You should take inventory instead." His voice returned to normal, imbued with a barely controlled fury. "Or would that be too hard for me, too?"

"You. Are. Impossible," she hissed back. With his blanket still wrapped around her, Leia grabbed her comlink and stormed toward the refresher.