A/N: I know, I know. I suck at this whole 'updating' thing, don't I? And really, this chapter is horrible. It's a filler, which I understand is needed...but really...I promise, there will be more action in the next chapter!

Anyway, I don't own Star Wars. Whatsoever.

The quiet before the storm, Lando thought to himself as he oh so carefully ran a hand over his hair, making sure every last piece was lying flat. He was going on a dinner date with the Princess Organa.

Only…she didn't know it yet. They were supposed to meeting up for a debriefing of the mission to Rhen Var, but who says a little Corellian wine, candles and dinner couldn't be a part of the debrief?

"Lando, you're getting pretty good at this," he said to the reflection in the mirror. There was a knock on the door, and Lando took one last look to make sure he looked perfect and then glided over to the door.

The door opened with a 'whoosh', and Lando smiled at his guest.

"Ah, Princess, I'm glad you were able to make it," he said, flashing her a smile.

Leia smiled back, and then Lando noticed her eyes move from his face to over his shoulder. She stretched her neck a tad in order to be able to see.

"What's all of this?" she asked, her voice raising an octave.

Lando looked over his shoulder. "Oh, this," he said. "Nothing much. Just some dinner."

Leia blinked several time. "Dinner?" she asked, having regained control of her voice. "I thought that we were supposed to be having a debriefing."

Lando smiled at her, then took a step away and extended his arm towards the interior of the room. "Old habit, I guess. I always have a little something prepared during my debriefs."

Leia's eyebrows rose. "This is a 'little' something?"

Lando faked a frown. "What? Too much? Perhaps you're right. I'll get rid of the candles." He walked away from the door and grabbed all of the candles and put them away. "How is this?"

A smile escaped on Leia's face, and she nodded. "It seems fine to me. Now, what happened?"

Lando began to click his tongue. "Not so quick. I haven't got the food served yet."

Leia crossed her arms and took in a breath. Lando sent her a wink. "It won't take long. Promise." True to his word, setting up the table hadn't taken long. It wasn't more than ten minutes before they were both seated, and Lando was pouring Leia some wine.

He took the stem of his glass and lifted it; Leia did the same.

"To friends," he said, smiling at her.

Leia clinked her glass with his. "To answers," she replied, giving him a pointed look.

Lando took a sip of his wine, and then set the glass done. "Yes. Your answers. Well, my boys found some evidence of Luke being there. There must have been a scuffle of some kind."

Leia placed her glass down slowly, her face no longer flushed. "What kind of scuffle?" she asked softly.

"A bit of a fight between your boy and the Imps, but no one was seriously hurt." Lando took another sip, and then let out a chuckle. "And it turns out that the fight wasn't even about Luke being a Reb."

Leia frowned. "Well, what was it about then?"

"Seems the Astromech that was with him had wandered too far away from the ship and the Imps tried taking possession of him. The security footage was pretty funny-"

"There was footage?" Leia asked, interrupting Lando.

He nodded slowly. "Ye-es," he drew out.

Leia stared at him for a second, then blink. "Can I see it?"

There was a sense of impatience in her voice, so Lando figured it would be best to put the dinner on hold and show the lady the footage.

It took him a moment to find it, but when he did, Leia pushed him out of the way. He watched her face as she watched the holo. Her eyes were taking everything in, looking, searching. Lando found himself wondering what it was that she was looking for.

"Where did you get this?" she asked when the holo had finished.

"My people were posed as security officers, claiming your boy had stolen the Astro. The Imps were a tad embarrassed to give me the footage, but seemed pleased when they were told they were servicing the Empire," Lando said.

Leia blinked several times in a row. "I need to go show the council this," she said. She stood abruptly, and ejected the holo.

"Thank you for the dinner and the wine," she said. "It was lovely."

Lando nodded, trying to figure out a way to retake control of the situation. As he was searching for words, Leia grabbed her wine glass, took another drink, and then walked out of the room.

Lando was left sitting, almost gaping at her. His friend's words found their way into his thoughts: She'll eat you alive.

0o0o0

Han was in the Falcon, fixing up something for him and Chewy to eat. The Wookiee walked into the kitchenette and questioned the smuggler.

"Nothing," Han replied a bit too forceful to believed. Chewy gave him a look.

"Like I said, it's nothing." There was a pause. "It's just Lando waltzes in here and thinks he owns the place. 'I'm just a classier version of him,'" Han mocked his friend. "It makes me sick."

Chewy gave him a reprimanding growl.

"Yeah, whatever," Han said.

Another growl.

"No I am not jealous!" Han cried out.

Chewy growled back at him, raising his large paws in defense mode.

"If I'm going to act like this?" Han yelled. "Well, if you're going to act like that, then you can make your own kriffing dinner!"

An apologetic rumbled.

Han sighed. "Yeah, I'm sorry too. It's just…he get on my nerves is all," he admitted.

Chewy nudged him and made a low noise.

Han looked his co-pilot in the eye. "You don't seriously think…" he trailed off, and then gave his friend the signature 'innocent' grin. "Me? Really? Come on, Chew."

Chewy sighed, and then stood up.

"Leaving already? But I haven't even had time to burn the rations," Han joked, but it fell flat. The Wookiee walked away, and Han was left alone.

Kriff that Lando. Han knew that in just a few days that his 'friend' would have Leia falling all over him, and where did that leave Han-whoa. Han jerked back as if he'd been burned. Where had that thought come from? Han rolled his eye. Chewy was messing with his mind.

The smell of burned rations brought back Han's attention. "Shavit," Han swore as he removed the rations. He could hear Chewy laughing from the cockpit.

0o0o0

It was night, well after everyone had retired for the night. Han was trying to sleep, but his mind was racing. And he kept hearing this pounding noise on the side of the ship. Finally, more out of boredom than annoyance or curiosity, Han rolled out of his bunk to go investigate.

The banging was coming from the closed up loading ramp. Han, annoyed, opened it, and when it had lowered enough he could convoy a message, said, "look, it's hours after everyone has gone to bed, why can't you just leave me-"

The ramp lowered the rest of the way, and standing before him was the princess.

"Hi," he said, then kicked himself.

"Hi," she replied.

Han cocked his head slightly and took in the sight of her. She was wearing a light tan shirt that fit just a bit too loose for his liking, pants to match-in both color and fitness-but was had caught his attention was the way she was wearing her hair. Instead of the elaborate hairstyle he had grown accustomed to seeing, her hair was in a loose braid which hung over her shoulder.

It made her look…normal.

Leia raised her eyebrows at him, and Han realized he was staring. He cleared his throat.

"What can I do for you princess?"

Leia rolled her eyes at the nickname. "I need your help."

"My help?" Han asked. "Do you know what the time is?"

Leia put her hands on her hips. "Do you want to help me or not?" she asked, evading the question.

Han sighed and shook his head. "You're going to be the death of me," he muttered to himself.

"No one has died of lack of sleep," Leia reminded him, then turned on her heel. "Follow me."

Han rolled his eyes, but followed her. "What do you need help with, your highnessness?" he asked.

Leia shot him another look. "Lando gave me a holo of Luke on Rhen Var. Something about it is off, and I your help to figure out what it is."

"Lando, huh?" Han asked. Leia's speed increased slightly. "How did your, uh, debriefing go?"

Leia stopped walking and spun on her heel to face him. "You knew, didn't you," she said, her voice low and dangerous.

Han stopped walking as well. "Know what?"

"What his….'debriefings' encompassed," she said, her arms crossing.

Han let out a laugh. "He made you dinner."

"Not just dinner!" Leia huffed. "There was wine….and candles! Han, he had candles!"

Han tried keeping a straight face, but utterly failed. "Look, sweetheart, that's just Lando. That's what he does. I fly ships, do the occasional smuggling job, and look roguishly handsome. Lando throws expensive dinner parties for two."

Leia narrowed her eyes at him, but didn't say anything.

Han sighed to himself when she turned her back to him. This was going to be a long night.