TRIAD ~ OT trio short stories

| Yavin morning

This is the first short story... more of an experiment (-: I hope I managed to do something nice without my usual angst XD
Note eventual mistakes in the comments ->

Summary: Han and Luke get ready for the victory celebration on Yavin 4
Genre: not real fluff, more of a humorous thing
Warnings: none

Han Solo woke up at the sound of someone knocking softly on the door. He glanced at his chronograph: it was six in the morning. Who the kriff could it be? He had helped the kid blow up a giant space station just a few hours ago, what else did he have to do?

Mentally cursing, he left his comfortable bed and walked on his tiptoes: he didn't want to wake Luke up since he was sleeping in the top bunk. However, he stepped on a bottle of Corellian whisky, making a devastating noise.

The boy was sound asleep, though, and Han managed to open the door without further trouble.

Outside, in all her early-rising glory, stood princess Leia.

"Hello, Captain" she greeted. "I'm here to bring some information. Is Luke here too?".

Han couldn't help but notice the difference between Captain and Luke, feeling a prick of unexplainable jealousy.

"Yeah. Yeah, he's here too" he muttered. "What about the information, Your Highness? I can tell the kid everything when he wakes up".

Leia checked the datapad she was holding professionally. "Medal ceremony at nine o'clock" she announced. "Try to be there at half past eight, in decent clothes. Oh, and tell Luke he'll get his personal bunk tomorrow. You can ask for one, too, if this piece of junk doesn't have comfortable beds".

"My jewel is in perfect shape, with warm, cozy beds" the smuggler said theatrically. "I'm looking for decent clothes when the kid wakes up".

"Alright" the princess agreed. "See you later, and be on time!".

Han watched as she went away, following with his eyes her floating white dress. She was stunningly radiant, and the smuggler couldn't help but wonder how she would look later, at the ceremony, in more elegant clothes...

He snapped back to reality after a few seconds and went in the small room once again, shaking his head: he couldn't believe he was falling for a nineteen year old princess.

He turned the lights on and eagerly climbed on the top bunk. Luke was definitely a sight: he was sleeping in a bundle of blankets and he hadn't even taken off his frayed Tatooine robes. The boy was snoring softly and his hair looked like a gundark nest. The smuggler grinned, rejoicing in expectation for what was to come.

"Kid! Up!" Han shouted suddenly, right in his new friend's ear.

Luke bolted upright with a squeak and grabbed instinctively the front of Han's shirt, making the older man laugh more than ever.

"Han, don't do this anymore! You scared me!" the boy said when he realised that the man who had woken him up so harshly was just his Corellian companion.

"Don't whine, kid, we don't have time" Han said as he quickly stepped on the floor.

"Your Highness passed by some minutes ago: there's a medal ceremony at nine, you must find something to wear".

Luke rubbed his eyes and sighed.

"I don't want to meet all those people" he said, dropping himself down on the hard mattress again. He might be the new hero of the Rebellion, but he was still a farmboy, and a shy one.

"But you will, kid" Han replied "and you need to look presentable".

"I only have these clothes!" Luke groaned, sporting unwillingly a pouty lip.