A/N: Sorry for the short chapters - been busy.

***SPOILER ALERT*** I know that this might not be 100% accurate, since I haven't finished The Paradise Snare yet. For readers who have not read the canon, Bria was Han's love interest while escaping the Imperial Navy. She later committed suicide in a non canon book to escape being captured.

V

"Bria?"

The young girl standing before Luke, Leia, Chewie,Threepio, and Artoo mentioned the name in a quiet, soft voice. It was obvious it wasn't a name she wanted to use. Somehow, there was something bad attached to it, and it seemed as though Han knew exactly why.

Han pressed his lips together in a sad frown. The girl seemed to read his mind, for she sighed and shook her head. Then, she looked at the ground and kicked a small rock away from where her foot rested.

With a sadness, she told Han, "don't worry, I'm just her cousin."

"Her cousin..." Solo repeated, never taking his eyes off of her.

The girl looked up and smiled at him. It was a warm smile, but the empathy she was feeling for him was very present. Then, she held out a hand to greet him.

"Eris," she introduced.

Han, who still looked bothered, didn't take her hand in greeting. Instead, he glanced at her table of ship supplies and then back at her.

"You're in the business, too?" the pilot asked Eris.

She nodded.

"I've been helping out my uncle," she told him.

"Renn," Han concluded out loud.

She nodded. "Since-"

Quickly, Eris cut herself off. She didn't want to remind herself of her cousin, but she knew it was too late for that inside.

Han swallowed a lump in his throat and took a deep breath. "It's okay," he told Eris. "I heard a long time ago."

"Heard what?" Leia whispered to Luke from behind Han's left side.

Luke shrugged, letting his company know that he was as confused as she was.

Leia's whisper must have interrupted Solo's train of thought, because he quickly stuck his thumbs in his pockets and turned on his heels so he could introduce his friends.

"This is Chewie," Solo told Eris, patting his friend on the shoulder. Chewie rumbled a reply and nodded at the girl. "And Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia Organa," he finished.

He didn't bother addressing the droids because they were too busy talking to a retailer behind the group who was attempting to sell them a reprogramming package in case they were failed to boot.

"A Princess," Eris teased. She raised an eyebrow at Han and silently made fun of him. When he glared at her, she dropped the act. Then, she turned to Luke. "Luke Skywalker..."she murmured. "The-"

Her question was cut off by Han almost immediately. He could predict her well.

"The same one," he informed her.

"What an honor," Eris gasped, taking a step towards Luke. "It's not every day a poor Corellian meets the legend that destroyed the Empire's base."

She reached her arms out in a hug for Luke. It was unexpected, but she pulled him in and kissed his cheek when he leaned down to receive her spontaneous embrace. He blushed briefly when he caught Leia's eye.

"Hey, this Corellian has to put up with him every day," Solo commented with a smug roll of the eyes.

"And a lucky one, at that," Eris threw back when she let Luke go. Then, she straightened herself out and stood tall to address Han's return to home. "So what do you want, Solo?"

Eris's voice was suddenly stern. The atmosphere had changed in just a second, leaving the others more confused than they had already been.

"Don't do that," Han ordered with another eye roll.

"There's only two things that would bring the great Han Solo back to Corellia," she taunted. "Fulfilling shipments or racking up bad debts."

Eris walked back to her table. She straightened up a few pieces that were pushed aside by the breeze to make it look neat. When her back was turned to the group, Han quickly turned to his friends and shrugged his shoulders, trying to make nice of the situation so he wouldn't get yelled at later. It didn't work.

"I thought you said you had a friend here," Leia growled, instantly furious that once again, Han had gotten them into trouble.

"I do!" Solo insisted. When she saw her eyes squint into an analysis of him, he added, "just not her."

"If I had any account of how many times we've gone out of our way because of your lies," Leis began.

Han jabbed back at her before she could attack him further. "What? Hmm?" he pressed. "What would you do? Get stuck on the Death Star again?"

"No-" she began, but was interrupted again.

"Fall into another garbage disposal?"

"No, I'd-"

Then, a chuckle interrupted the argument.

"You're still the same old Han Solo I've heard too much about," Eris said in a kind voice. She was teasing, but it was friendly. Then she turned back to Solo. "Shall I take you to Renn?" she asked.

Han accepted her gesture for guidance to his friend. She asked her droid to watch the stand while she was gone. Then, she lead them back behind her table and exited the tent.

"Take a shot at her, kid," Han whispered to Skywalker before they took after Eris. "She seems to like you."

He smiled his half smile when he teased Luke. He was only joking, but he did hate how Luke looked at Leia sometimes. He caught Luke's subtle blush one more time before he looked ahead.

"Still at that dump of a workshop," Solo muttered as they approached a building behind the trading post.

The building was more of a warehouse, but the back was built into a small mountain, so you couldn't tell from the front. Han knew, though. Too well.

"Not much has changed," Eris told him. Then, she tried to change the subject. "What do you need from him, anyway?"

Ruffling his hair, he took a deep breath and answered her question. "A ship."

She almost stopped dead in her tracks. "A ship?!" she asked in shock. "You know he'll have your hide before he ever helps you out with another one of those things!"

Instantly, Han regretted coming back to his home. Leia shot him a fowl look and gave her one just as mean back. Then, the Princess scolded him again.

"Is this how all of your friends treat you?" she asked him in a growl.

"I only owe him a small payment," he promised Leia, but he knew she didn't buy it. "Okay, okay," he gave in. "It was a long shot. But this is the only shot you have if you want to make it all the way to Naboo!"

"I'd like to test my luck," Leia snorted. She turned her head up in dismissal of the conversation.

Luke, admiring the broken down ships outside of the building and realizing their potential, caught the end of the argument between Han and Leia and tried to get it to end.

"How do you know this guy, anyway?" Skywalker prodded.

"Renn?" Solo asked. It was a dumb question. Of course he meant Renn. After a pause, he chose just to go with, "just someone I used to work for."

"Not just," Eris snapped.

Solo could tell he had hit a sore spot when he spoke of Renn that way. She was family, after all, and probably missed Bria just as much as Han did, himself.

"Please, tell me more," Leia snarled at Han as the group stopped outside of the building.

"Someone he used to work for, and his ex-lovers father," Eris replied before she stepped forward to access the building.

Thanks a lot, was all Han thought after she told Leia and Luke about Bria. He knew Chewie knew his past, so it wouldn't shock him at all. Leia, especially, would be a tough one, now, though. She loved to jab at him, and even when it hurt, he had to play it tough so no one would think any less of the smuggler.

"And do something with your hair again, will you?" Eris called back to Han.

"My hair?" he asked with repulse.

She gave him another smile over her shoulder. "She was right. You do look better scruffy." Then, she had the rest wait outside while she spoke with the shipman.

Chewie gargled a laugh out as he saw Han's embarrassment meet his sadness. Solo let it go; he knew Chewie had no idea that Bria used to tell him the same thing, so it wasn't entirely his fault.

Artoo beeped a few things, possibly in warning, but only Threepio and Luke could understand his jumbled up noises. Luke ducked down to meet the level of the small robot and looked up at Threepio to translate.

"What is it, Artoo?" the young Jedi asked.

Han listened for the warning from the little droid, but couldn't make it all out because Leia took the opportunity to further her nosiness into Han's life.

"Must you sleep with every woman you meet?" Leia scolded when he lifted his hand to pat down his ragged, brown hair.

Annoyed, he turned to her and grabbed her arm. He pulled her close and knew she was blushing, but it didn't faze him. Not this time.

Leia could feel Han's breath on her cheeks as he spoke. He was angry, but it wasn't anything unusual. What was unusual, however, was how hands on he had gotten since their Death Star celebration. Sure, she had been nice to him, but she had never once told him she would soften up, or even that she cared for his friendship.

"She wasn't just another woman!" Solo spat in her face.

Leia was taken aback by his tone. She had gone too far.

"I'm sorry," she muttered, and he knew she meant it.

Han's face softened and he let her go. He stood up tall again and faced the building once more. Slyly, he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye before the doors opened to let them inside.

"Not every woman," he whispered. "I haven't gotten you yet." Then he winked.

Han would have loved to hear her response, but the double doors to the warehouse swung open and revealed Eris, along with a taller man in a long cloak; Renn.

"Han Solo," Renn greeted from the doorway, interrupting the dispute. "I suppose you're in trouble again?"