Thanks to EsmeAmelia, Book girl fan, and BitShortForAStormtrooper for your comments! Well, I had an idea for how to inject some plot into this thing ... still not sure how it's going to end ... Enjoy!
Princess Leia Organa sat on Han's blanket on the floor of the refresher of the Millennium Falcon wearing only her frilly nightclothes and wondered how she had gotten herself into this predicament. Captain Han Solo was not worthy of causing this indignity. She punched in a number on her comlink, hoping to reach the one person who might be able to help her out of this mess.
"Hey, Leia," Luke's friendly voice answered. "I sure am glad to hear from you. Have you seen Han? He tried to comm me a couple of times last night."
Leia tried not to fume. "Yes, I have seen Captain Solo. He was quite ill last night. That's why I'm calling. I hurried over here in my pajamas and I need a set of clothes from my quarters."
Luke actually had the nerve to laugh. "And you want me to keep this quiet from Rogue Squadron, I take it?" Leia could practically see his eyes dancing.
"I fail to see the humor in this situation," she said, stiffly.
"Is Han all right?" Luke's voice had instantly sobered, and Leia felt a twinge of guilt for making him worry.
"He's better this morning. Back to his usual, incorrigible self." She sighed.
"What was wrong with him?"
She lowered her voice so Han wouldn't overhear, knowing that Luke was the one person she could confide in without worrying about the repercussions of her confession. "Migraine. He was so ill, Luke. I've never seen him like that. I was worried."
"I know," Luke replied.
"He refused to seek medical treatment!" Leia fought to keep her voice low.
"I know," Luke repeated, sighing. "He's got it in his head that if he ever seeks treatment for ... uh ... you know ... that no one will want to fly with him."
"It's far more dangerous now, with him refusing to admit there's a problem! Luke, he was vomiting so hard that he couldn't stand up!"
Luke sighed. "I hear you. Han is the most stubborn person I know." He didn't add that Leia was a close second, but she knew what he was thinking. The sound of his breathing increased as he navigated the halls of Echo Base. "Now how do you want to do this? I'm closing in on the dormitory wing."
"Let me think ... How about I comm C-3PO and he can put together a bundle of my clothes in a package. You can just deliver the package here at the Falcon."
"Okay, see you soon." Luke clicked off and Leia put in a comm to the protocol droid. She briefly wondered what the proper protocol was when one found themselves away from home without any clothes.
"Mistress Leia!" The droid sounded relieved. "Thank goodness you are okay! General Rieekan was here this morning looking for you and I had no idea what to tell him."
Leia put her hand to her head and fought for self-control. Yelling at the protocol droid wouldn't help anything, and she needed him to get her some appropriate daytime attire.
"What did you tell him, 3PO?"
"I said that you had left abruptly in the middle of the night after a comm from Captain Solo, and it was my understanding that the Captain had taken ill. I do hope that was all right. I have not been programmed to lie to authority."
Leia breathed a sigh of relief. It could have been worse. Thank the gods she had sent a note to Rieekan in the middle of the night, basically stating the same thing. At least their stories matched up. Although circumstantial evidence still pointed to her running to Han like an over-sexed school girl. And with no med lab records to back up her side of the story, what was the general going to think? She had been so worried about Han that she hadn't even considered how others might see it.
This is all Han's fault, she fumed.
"Mistress Leia?"
She had almost forgotten that the droid was on the other end of the comm. Her mind quickly sifted through the meager options available in her quarters for carrying clothes. There wasn't much to choose from. "Luke will be arriving shortly to pick up a change of clothes for me. I'll need a white dress, an under layer, and leggings. Have the clothes ready to go in my duffel bag."
"Yes, Mistress Leia." She terminated the comm and tried not to think too hard about the golden droid fingering her delicates.
When Leia poked her head out of the refresher, Han was nowhere to be found. She had dared to hope that he had left the ship, but she found him sitting quietly in the lounge, eyes closed, a cup of caf in one hand. He still looked pale and exhausted, and if she hadn't been so angry at him, she might have felt a twinge of concern.
She flopped down next to him on the sofa, still wrapped in his blanket. "Luke is coming over now with my clothes. I'll be out of here as soon as possible."
He opened his eyes to look at her. "Leia - "
There was a sound that she recognized as someone knocking hard against the hull of the Falcon. "That's Luke. I'll get it," she said, rising to stand, wearing the blanket wrapped around her body like a sarong. Leia walked to the entry ramp and palmed it open. "General Rieekan!"
