Secrets of Endor - DISCONTINUED

VIII

After everything that had happened in the past few days, Solo wished there was more time to spend with Leia on the Rebellion frigate. He wished they could talk...there was so much he wanted to talk about. He wished they weren't continuously interrupted, but...

A knock on the door of Solo's quarters suddenly interfered. Han grunted in annoyance and broke off the kiss he was sharing with Leia.

"Han, don't-" Leia began.

"Easy, Princess," Han whispered back. "I'm not going too far away." He gave her another quick peck, then pushed himself off of the bunk.

"I was telling you not to forget your shirt, hot shot," Leia snapped, wrapping herself up with the blanket from the bunk.

Han winked at the girl on his bunk as he strode to the door. His appearance was less than appropriate, but he didn't care. This was supposed to be his resting time.

They're lucky I'm even answering, Solo thought as he ran a hand through his messed up hair.

The doorbell had interrupted he and Leia, leaving Leia's top just in her undergarments and Han shirtless. Solo took his belt and blaster holster off and his boots were in the corner. His pants felt loose – Leia had unbuttoned them, but that was all. This was the first time he had such little clothing on in front of anyone besides Chewie or his old one night stands.

"What?" Solo shouted as he allowed his door to slide open.

"Captain – excuse me, General – Solo, sir," a baffled Nera Dantels struggled to get out.

Nera had been an ally and friend to Leia prior to the last year's events. Han had seen the two talking from time to time, but didn't think much of her until now.

She observed Han's appearance, piecing it all together. Glancing back at Leia, who was trying to disguise herself in Solo's bed, she raised an eyebrow. "Mon Mothma and Admiral Ackbar are looking for Princess Leia. Shall I tell them you've seen her?" she asked innocently.

Han pulled in a deep breath and towered over her, trying to seem threatening. "I don't know what you're talking about," he growled. Then, he glanced back at Leia, then back to Nera, and whispered. "She'll be out in ten minutes."

The door wooshed closed in Nera's face and Solo sighed. He buttoned up his pants again and turned to face the Princess.

"Sorry, sweetheart," Han told Leia, cocking his head and wrinkling his forehead. "Looks like that's all we've got time for."

Leia easily got out of the bed and slipped back into her – Han's – old clothing. "I think I'll manage," she spat. Suddenly, her blood was boiling. Han had turned into his old, cocky self again.

"Hey!" Solo's face was full of concern. He watched as Leia picked up he boots and carried them out the door with her. "Come on, your Worship, hang on a second!" he called after her down the hall.

Leia continued to storm out of the crew quarters, leaving Han back in his bunk. She knew he'd quickly get dressed and chase after her. If she was lucky, he'd have the decency to put a shirt on, anyway. Lucky for her, the medical center was on her way to the briefing room, so she'd have them check on the General. That would buy her some time.

When Leia finally reached the main docking bay of the Rebellion Star Cruiser, Mon Mothma and Admiral Ackbar were waiting for her outside of the Millennium Falcon. Mon Mothma stood tall, elegant as ever, and bowed her head a little, acknowledging Leia's arrival.

"Princess," she greeted once Leia advanced to them. "I hope we had not interrupted anything."

Out of the corner of her eye, Leia spotted Nera prepping to jump into an A-wing. She must have alerted the leaders of her findings.