Secrets of Endor - DISCONTINUED

V

Time was one of those things that Han never took for granted. Years of running for his life had left him valuing the thing that never stopped moving. When he was locked in the carbonite, time didn't exist. Nothing existed. That year was a whole, black, nothing.

Strangely, Han found himself in a similar position. Everything was empty. Everything was dark. He lie motionless, unable to pull himself into reality.

And then, out of nowhere, a voice brought him back to reality.

"This is Leia Organa and the Millennium Falcon," it spoke. "I repeat, we are nearing your coordinates and are preparing for docking."

Han's vision became clearer. It brightened much quicker than it had after being released from the carbonite. He was on his back, looking up. Looking up at the top of the Falcon. And then, up at a golden droid's electric eyes.

"Oh, Captain Solo, you're awake!" Threepio cheered with excitement.

"Hey, golden rod," Solo muttered, still coming to. "Where am I? What happened?"

"Oh, a minor concussion, sir. Nothing to worry about, I assure you."

"Concussion, huh?" Han repeated. He sat up, the pounding in his head rushing back. He lifted a hand to his forehead, as though it would help. "Where's Leia?"

"Relaying a message to the Alliance, sir," Threepio informed him. "It seems we have just about reached our destination."

"Great," Han cursed. He had been out of most of their time alone.

Then, a familiar face peeked in from the doorway. The long hair that was left down over the past day and a half had been sealed up in a tight braid again, as though they had never left Hoth. The only thing different were the Princess's clothes.

"Hey," Leia whispered, approaching the side of the bunk they shared the night before. "You're awake."

"And you're in my pants," Solo commented, observing the pair of light gray bottoms she wore, lined with golden Corellian military stripes.

Leia blushed. "I didn't have anything else after we left Tatooine," she told him."

"No," Han corrected her. "They look good on you." Then, he added, "And the shirt."

Leia wore a long sleeved, off white shirt, similar to the one Solo wore. He had many of the same kind, all with a remotely small difference in style. She figured he could spare one.

"Thanks." Leia was embarrassed. She had never stolen his clothes before this trip...at least, not that he knew of. She promised herself never to mention the Rebel base to him.

Solo swung his legs off the side of the bunk to face her, still rubbing his head. "I was out for a while, huh?"

"I thought I'd lost you again," she admitted somberly.

"Hate to break it to ya, Princess, but it's gonna take a lot to get rid of this smuggler."

Leia smiled. It was a genuine smile, and Han could tell. For all the times that she had forced one to trick him, he had learned her ways. And, it reminded him...

"You love me." This time, it was a statement.

Sighing, Leia rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Yes, fly boy, I do."

Then, it was Han's turn to smile. He rarely showed emotion, but now that he had Leia, things were different. He pulled her in and wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her to him. He let his face rest on her stomach, listening to the faint beat of her heart as it traveled through her body.