Luke and Leia - Rebels [2]

10: Catching Up

The first thing Leia noticed about Luke's quarters was that it looked almost exactly the same as on the Mon Cala cruiser where they'd last seen each other over a year ago. The realization made Leia's chest warm with nostalgia, and she sat in a chair next to the bed while Han sat cross legged on the floor next to the door and Luke plopped onto the bed.

For a few seconds no one really knew what to say; the last time they'd all interacted was after a near death experience and a victory against all odds. Needless to say, the circumstances that had brought them together were less than normal and because of that Leia felt like they were less inclined to be normal with each other.

"So..." Han started, propping a knee up so he could rest an arm on it. "What have you two been up to since I left your lives? I know they must've gotten a whole lot more boring."

Leia rolled her eyes and Luke chuckled. "Well, considering the last time you were in our lives Leia was captured, we almost died several times, and the Death Star almost ended the Rebellion, I can make due with boring."

Han scoffed. "Seems like your sister can't handle boring; she has a habit of getting captured." He shot Leia a smirk. "I'm the only reason she's not anymore."

"I got myself out of that mess, you just drug me into a bigger one." Leia replied indignantly. "That I just so happened to get all of us out of, by the way."

"Excuse me Princess, but it was me who disabled the tracking beacon."

"And it was me who flew us out of that mess on your ship."

"Wait wait wait." Luke stared at Leia with a grin. "He let you fly the Falcon??"

"Not willingly." The smuggler mumbled halfheartedly.

Luke scoffed in shock. "Wow. You never even let me touch the controls."

"I was busy disabling a tracking beacon and it was mostly Chewie doing the flying." Han raced to his own defense, scowling at the young blonde Rebel.

The brunette cocked a brow. "But I was in the pilot's seat." She bragged with a grin.

Han opened his mouth to retort, but then closed it with an angry sigh. Luke smiled humorously and Leia smirked victoriously.

"Speaking of flying, have you been able to pilot a one man fighter yet?" Luke asked Leia, keeping the conversation going and eager to hear her outlook on Rebel life.

"Yeah, I actually was one of the main pilots back on Hoth before I left to ship out to Yaris."

"Yaris?" Luke sobered. "That's the base that just got destroyed, you could've been killed!"

Leia shrugged solemnly. "Guess I was lucky."

"Guess you were." Luke replied distantly, reminded of something Ben had said to him. In my experience, there is no such thing as luck. Maybe there was something to that.

"Alright, I'm beat. After a long day of fighting the Empire I'm about ready to catch some shut eye." Han stood up and stretched.

"I thought you didn't care about the fight against the Empire?" Leia inquired sarcastically.

Han shrugged. "I care about it when it affects me. Right now it's affecting me, and therefore I care." He winked at Luke. "Goodnight, kiddos."

"Do you have somewhere to sleep? My room's open." Luke offered, pointing to some blankets he had stored on a shelf.

Han shook his head. "Nah it's ok, I'll figure something out. Chewie and I will probably just bunk on the Falcon per usual."

He gave them a single wave. "Like I said before, goodnight." He repeated, then swiveled to face away from the door and started walking. The twins watched him go until the door slid shut, then Artoo warbled a question.