han/luke « one shots

sick days

The one thing Han would never understand about Luke Skywalker was that whenever he got sick, all his knowledge of speaking Basic would leave him and his tongue would only allow him to speak in the native language of his home world, Tatooine.

So, when the kid had caught a bad case of Corellian Influenza, the jabber had come instantly.

Luke was tossed haphazardly on one of the cots in the Falcon, groaning lightly. Han winced in sympathy, constantly refreezing the chilled bacta pad Luke had pressed to his forehead to stop the fever. "Fa kouikei, Han." Luke grumbled, his eyes squeezed shut.

Han sighed. "Don't know how many times I've got to tell you Junior. I don't speak Huttese very well."

Glassy blue irises glared at him. "Hee bolla boonowa Threepio."

Han smirked, recognizing the name and what Luke was probably asking. "Threepio's with the princess and I don't really want to disturb Her Majesty when she's all riled up, now do I?"

Luke groaned.

"Come on kid, it can't be that bad. You'll be alright as long as you keep taking your medicine." Han said.

"Bu piholei litka bacaka poodoo." Luke grumbled, adjusting himself on the cot, obviously uncomfortable.

Han chuckled when he recognized the last word, wondering exactly what the kid was saying. He always felt bad for his condition of course, but it was always interesting to hear Luke in his native language. Plus he was adorable when he was frustrated. Those glowing azure eyes like the sky at mid-day...his golden hair falling in his face no matter how many times he pushed it back...

"Han, kolka youkesa bkaua ree mi." Luke said, raising an eyebrow at his friend. Han blinked, knowing he had been addressed but unable to answer due to lack of understanding.

Luke groaned again when Han stared at him blankly, unknowing that he was doing the exact thing Luke had asked him not to do. "Leia doth cua dan ree tah hee uba doth."

Han sighed. "Kid, I already told you the princess is busy. Some kind of Imperial trouble on one of their missions or something. I'll get her when she's done and then you can try to talk to her. Not that she'd understand you any better."

Luke frowned.

Just then, Chewie walked in, barking to Han about the controls. Han sighed, glad he at least understood Shyriiwook. "What happened now?"

Chewie went into an elaborate explanation of  the malfunctioning hyperdrive once again, making Han sigh. "Well someone has to watch the kid. He hasn't been able to speak Basic for about an hour now. And without goldenrod, I'm pretty much just hearing gibberish."

"Meecooda chahsa cha mah kae." Luke snapped, a frown on his face. It wasn't soon after that comment, however, that his face scrunched in pain and he pressed the bacta pad closer to his forehead, groaning at the headache.

Han sighed, looking at Luke pitifully. "Sorry Chewie, we'll have to look at it later. I'm on sick farmboy duty." Chewie huffed in amusement but nodded all the same, bidding Luke good health before he turned and left.

"Han, jot mi wata. Uba dayan bai wepta mee pankpa." Luke groaned, wincing further at the piercing pain still pounding at his brain. Han was hard to make out through his blurry vision and he groaned, a cold hand feather-light on his sweat-drenched forehead.

"Jeez kid, you're on fire." Han grumbled, concerned.

A faint smirk brushed the young Jedi's pale lips. "Uba naa mi nohcase, Solo?"

Han raised an eyebrow, knowing he should've studied more Huttese when working with Jabba. "Just try to get some rest Luke. Hopefully you'll be better later."

Luke rolled his eyes and let his eyes flutter closed, smiling further as he felt plush lips brush his cheek despite his illness.

"I love you." Luke whispered in perfect Basic before letting unconsciousness claim him.

Han blinked in shock and then laughed, grabbing Luke's hand and stroking it lovingly. In his own native language, Old Corellian, Han leaned down to brush Luke's ear and whisper, "Minmin Larel Valle tro, kaprito."

Even in sleep, Luke Skywalker smiled.

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A/N

Ok, my work with Ghost has been so slow, and I mainly blame myself cause I haven't even started working on Chapter 2, but I will get there eventually, I promise!

Anyways, this chapter was inspired by a similar fic, except with Anakin the sick one and Obi-Wan the grumpy caretaker (not an obikin fic). I've always loved languages in Star Wars and love it when characters speak them, so here's Luke speaking in Huttese and Han in brief Old Corellian!

I wrote another thing similar to this that I'll probably post later. I might also do a general 'Star Wars One-Shots' side book soon for those who aren't all into Skysolo but need something to read while they wait for my slacking writing. *nervous laughter*

So yeah, love you guys!

*space hugs*

Translations:

Fa kouikei, Han. - It hurts, Han.

Hee bolla boonowa Threepio. - Then go find Threepio.

Bu piholei litka bacaka poodoo. - The medicine tastes like crap.

Han, kolka youkesa bkaua ree mi - Han. Please stop staring at me.

Leia doth cua dan ree tah hee uba doth - Leia is better at this then you are.

Meecooda chahsa cha mah kae - I can take care of myself.

Han, jot mi wata. Uba dayan bai wepta mee pankpa. - Han, leave me here. You need to fix your ship.

Uba naa mi nohcase, Solo? - You calling me hot, Solo?

Minmin Larel Valle tro, kaprito. - I love you too, kid.

May the Force be with You,

- lucky_ducky_123