The Lost Ships

In A Galaxy Far, Far Away...

"Where are we going?" River asked, rounding the console.

The Doctor grinned at her, "Far, far away."

She couldn't help smiling back, "It better be good."

"It always is."

"Arrogant much?"

He smirked cockily. "You love it."

"Won't confirm it."

He bopped her gently on the nose as he passed on the way to the doors, throwing them open with gusto.

"Here we are! Mos Eisley, Tatooine."

"Mmm, Tatooine?" She stated it more than asked, stepping out the door, and absorbing the music and sound of many aliens speaking at once. Naturally, the TARDIS translated for her, but the accents were definitely distinctive.

The Doctor stepped out behind her, shutting the doors. "Impressed yet?"

"We'll see. It'll depend if you're a good boy or not."

The Doctor raised his eyebrows and smirked. "We'll see." He echoed her.

"I'm going to get a drink. You gonna join me?"

"Maybe in a minute. I forgot something inside."

"You're not off to a very good start."

"I'll make up for it later, I promise."

While he reentered the TARDIS, River made her way through the crowd, towards the bar. She ordered and, while she waited, noticed a dashing young man leaning against the counter beside her.

He had brown hair, wore black pants, and a white shirt with a black vest over it. He had a holster strapped to his
leg and hand rested lightly on his blaster.

When he met her gaze, he smirked. "Hey gorgeous."

River pretended to ignore him while receiving her drink. She sipped it slightly, and then turned back to him.

"You're a smuggler." It was a statement.

"Oh? Am I?" He shifted closer to her, cocking his head to one side, and smiling coyly.

"Yes."

"And why would you say that?" A smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth.

"There's no way you'd be able to pay for that drink otherwise."

"Maybe I'm just rich." He raised and eyebrow and sipped his own drink.

"Then you wouldn't be here. You'd be at some posh bar in Coruscant. Not in a bar full of scum who might rob you." As she spoke, she subtly shifted towards him.

The man smirked. "Han Solo. Captain of the Millennium Falcon. The ship that made the Kessle Run in less than 12 parsecs."

She raised an eyebrow. "Can you really afford the drink?"

He looked down at it briefly, "I really can't. I've got debts. But, I figured, it's worth it. Keeps my mind off the troubles."

They were now standing so close that their lips were almost touching.

"Mmm, sounds reasonable to me."

Grinning, he tilted his head ever so slightly. His voice had lessened to a mere whisper, and his hand brushed her hip. "Right gorgeous, you wanna take this somewhere we can be alone?"

Laughing lightly, she pressed her lips to his. He responded with much enthusiasm but she soon pulled away, winking at him tauntingly. "I would love to, but my husband might not appreciate having to wait for us."

She pressed one last, short but passionate, kiss to his lips and, downing the last of her drink, made her way back through the crowd, towards The Doctor, who had just emerged from the TARDIS.

"Sorry it took me so long. I just couldn't find-" He paused suspiciously, seeing her smirk. "What is it?"

"Nothing Sweetie." She looked over her shoulder at Solo, who was being led by a big hairy creatures to a table where two men sat, one young and a blond, the other older and gray. "Nothing at all."

A/N: Han Solo and River Song. Too good of an opportunity to pass up. I'm so sorry it took so long for me to publish. I have another one in the makings that is similar to this one. Anyway, enjoy!! Please vote and comment!! Thanks!!