"You've gotta admit, Princess," Han said in a voice ready to celebrate victory, "it's brilliant."

Leia glanced at General Dodonna and saw he was considering the possibility. "I don't know," she said reluctantly.

"You've said you won't touch your hair," Luke said helpfully. Han's idea was unexpected, but that was the one solid thing Luke knew about his new friend Han so far, that he came up unexpected.

"Not after what happened to my people," Leia said hotly. "I won't color it or cut it."

"Right. Of course not." Han gave a nod to Luke. "But you've got a well known face. We could tint your eyes and paint freckles. Disguise your height with some heels... but take my word for it, working undercover in heels is no good when you're found out."

That interested Luke. "You've been undercover?"

Leia picked up on a different detail. "You've worn heels?"

"The point is," Han continued patiently, "if you're gonna go all subterfuge-"

"Subterfuge isn't gone," Leia pointed out. "It's done."

"Whatever. Since you've got this new undercover career ahead of you, you want to change your identity. And since you don't want to change your physical appearance much, you gotta work on the other details."

"An alias," Luke said naively.

"A cover," Han corrected. "And that's the perfect one. Anything you think of, it fits 'em all. Right?" he looked around at the others, keeping the eagerness hidden. He turned to Leia. "You're short, I'm tall; you're young, I'm old-"

"You're not old," she granted.

"er. Lemme finish."

She didn't. "Yet. If this war is still going in ten years from now, I will not still be doing this as your caretaker."

"Trophy wife, more's like it." He was a little hurt at her insistence. "I'll carve a bust of you, mount it on the Falcon-"

Leia rolled her eyes. "That will keep the Empire from finding us."

"The point is, everyone's expecting two people. Separate identities. One princess and one smuggler. But, you make us a pair, and in their minds, they don't separate us. 'Can't be the Princess, 'cause she's not married'. It's brilliant!"

"Or I could go with Luke," she said.

"Not me," Luke shook his head. "I'm a pilot, not a spy. Besides, I'm only nineteen. I'm too young to be married."

"I'm nineteen!" Leia exclaimed.

"Yeah, but you have, you know," Luke tried to be delicate. "There's something about you that says-"

"Marriage material," Han said quickly.

"No, I wouldn't quite say that." Luke took a long time sizing up Leia and trying to identify what he saw in her.

"Born actress," Han offered again.

"Maybe," Luke said.

"To your conman," Leia shot at him.

"Worked on Vader," Han said.

That appeased Leia. "It did."

General Dodonna looked like he was about to give the order, so Leia looked Han up and down. "We'll need false IDs."

"Of course," Dodonna said and pretended to jot a note but he had already scribbled out Mr. and Mrs. Soloman, Mr. and Mrs. Oldmoon.

"When is my first assignment?" Now that she was stuck, she saw no point in continuing to put up resistance.

"An admiral wants to defect. He's promised the fleet deployment detail. You'll pull him out to safety," he informed the Princess.

She gave a curt nod. "Very well. Send me the location. I'll get with Threepio and learn any cultural mores we'll need to adapt."

"I'll get him," Luke said. "He'll like this. I have him polishing the X-wing." The pair left together.

"Solo," Dodonna detained the smuggler with his name. "A word."

"General?"

"She's a serious woman, you know."

"Yeah, sir. I've seen that myself."

"This is not a game. This is her life, this is the future of the Alliance. They are entwined. You don't... I'm sorry, Solo. You don't fit that vision right now."

Solo stood, a cold look in his eye. "I don't play games, sir."

"This'll be fun," Han said as he carried her small bag aboard the Falcon to fetch an admiral.

"It's not supposed to be fun."

"But why not while we're at it? I've never played house before."

It was a slip, the first honest thing he'd said on a long list of useless things that had Leia ask herself why she kept talking to him. And since she had so recently lost a home, the remark hit her. She'd been so sad recently, obsessed, but now she knew his, even if he didn't.

And so Han Solo and Leia Organa went underover. They made a good team, Leia had to admit. Except for Han's penchant for calling her wife, her new role within the Alliance was exciting and gainful. And she was learning so much, slinking through ports with a loose-limbed smuggler, bribing, forging and deceiving in creative ways. And sometimes she watched an Imperial pay for their deeds.

The Admiral was the first. It was Han's kill, and Leia hadn't flinched. The man deserved it.

"My wife don't like you," Han told the treacherous Admiral before aiming a careful shot between the eyes.

"Do you have to say that?" she complained as they dived head first out a window into a landscaped pond. "If it's the last thing they'll hear, they should know it's me."

Other times the job went off without a hitch. Intel, funds, weapons caches: they did it all.

"The wife and I," Han always said wife with a drawl and a pause, like it was a novelty, "would like a room." And he'd put his hand on her lower back, and Leia wouldn't stiffen. They slept in hotels on two beds, or he took the couch, or he took the floor. And they'd breakfast in town, Leia feeling feminine and contemporary in her printed pants, and he'd tell the server droid, "my wife," with an appealing twist to his lips and a pause, "will have the scramble."

"Extra white sauce on the side," Leia would add.

She didn't say his name. Not the undercover one or Han. Over the years, she was wife and he was nameless, and he took a side to the bed, and they reported to a general named Rieekan. They were a glorious terror couple, but Leia knew it could not last. Sadly, nothing did. She didn't know why, only it was the truth.

Their cover was broken on Ord Mantell. First he had to get her away from the clutches of a bounty hunter and then she had to save him. They patched up their injuries and returned to the Alliance, both scared by the level of effort they put in for the other. High Command wouldn't send them out again.

"What happened?" Luke wanted to know from Han. "Leia won't say anything."

"The wife and I," Han's face was pained and reflective but still the lips smiled a little, "have split up."

AN:
Another challenge response, this to 'break/broken'
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