Han Solo (ocorellia) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-12-11 18:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, han solo, leia organa |
Who: Leia Organa & Han Solo
When: Backed to November 10, 2014
Where: The Ascension, also known as the dead of space.
What: Han asks Leia a very important question.
Status: Complete.
The cold deadness of space seemed to surround them. Not that Han had time to enjoy it. He was busy examining one of the ship's circuits where the lights had been flickering on and off. It was his way of passing the time, even if light circuits weren't nearly as important as hyperreflex couplers. He was pretty certain the engineers had that part of the repairs under control, and besides, he didn't think they could too much without the right materials. And hadn't he just got out of a broken down ship without the right materials? It had been nearly two months, and yet it seemed like yesterday, he'd been flying into the port at Bespin. He'd had a broken hyperdrive then, and a price on his head… Somehow, being stuck out in this space wasteland seemed a hell of lot better than that. Leia was getting rather exasperated by the situation. She had been more than happy to go into space once again and it was for a good cause which she liked. What she didn’t like was sitting around and doing nothing. At least last time they were stuck somewhere it hadn’t been boring - landing in a gigantic worm that tried to eat you didn’t leave much time for boredom as well as being followed by being captured by your arch enemy when someone who is supposed to be your friend sold you out (though he did come through in the end thankfully). It was hard to believe that was nearly two years ago for Leia, well probably closer to three if you counted the time she was stuck here in New York. Still stuck or not, she was glad to be in space again. She was surprised not to see Han working with the engineers to fix the hyperreflex couplers. While it wasn’t his ship she had imagined he would be in there with them. So she decided to track him down and eventually found him trying to fix the lights. Something she was truthfully grateful for, being able to see would make all of their lives easier in the long run. “Hey,” she said crouching down beside him. “You need any help?” "Think I've got it." He shut the panel and flipped on the switch. The corridor was suddenly illuminated in that bright white ship familiar to that part of the ship, and then just as suddenly, they went out again. It took a moment for the generator to kick back in, a faint glow of lights running along the bottom edge of the corridor. "Damn it," he said, opening up the circuit and poking around, "where's a know-it-all R2 unit when you need one?" He grinned at her. "And I wouldn't even say no to a Threepio right now… Least his chatter'd keep us company…" He was looking at her now, trying not to think about all the times they'd been stuck in space together. It was hard, being friends with her and yet something other than friends as well. It was like an odd in-between space that he didn't quite know how to occupy, which was pretty weird for him. "You think you can figure this out?" Leia frowned, “You know with all the different people here in New York and even on this ship I’m sure someone could make a R2 unit…” she trailed off. “Wouldn’t be ours of course but it would be better than nothing. I know what you mean about Threepio though, helpful but he really could learn to be quiet at times.” She was silent for awhile. “I wish I knew. I’m sure someone could but at the same time… Surely if someone could do it then they already would have?” Han leaned back against the wall, eyes on her. In the dim light, it was hard to gauge what she was thinking. "Yea… I guess you're right." He'd never thought of getting all the engineers together to make their own R2 unit, but then, that was one of her ideas. It had that sort of scope that he'd never have been able to imagine, mostly because he'd been too focused on his more immediate problems. "When did you have us figured out?" It was a question that he hadn't even known he'd meant to ask, until he'd asked it. "You know," he said, trying to brush it aside, "I get that Luke figured it out before me. And Anakin's got a serious disadvantage... He's got a really smart mom." He was smiling one of those trademark Solo grins now. "But…" He let his thought trail into silence, one of his rare moments of uncertainty. “I guess that will be the project for when we get back from this place,” she said with a shrug making some mental notes about how to go about it and who they would need to contact. It would be interesting to try at least. She personally didn’t have the skills necessary for the actual assembly of it but she probably could help with the basics of it. “Probably when we were on Bespin. I think I had a vague idea before then but it wasn’t until then that I actually admitted,” she admitted now. “You’re smart in your own way. I couldn’t do half the stuff you do,” she said a tone of impress in her voice.” "Most of that's luck," he said. "But he's got plenty of that, I'm sure." His voice was quieter now, almost thoughtful. "I guess I have a hard time believing our luck's this good." He meant to say his luck, but he didn't. He was lucky to have her, and he knew that. But she was right. Sometimes it was just harder to admit feelings. But they were stuck in space, he didn't know when else he'd get a chance to have this conversation. He crossed his arms. "You ever think we get out of this dead spaceship we could make a go at our supposed future?" He tried to pass the question off nonchalantly, as though it didn't matter to him how the future panned out. Except it did. It mattered a whole hell of a lot. “Luck is good,” she replied “but it isn’t all that. You need skills on top of luck to succeed like you have,” she said leaning in to kiss his cheek. Leia herself considered herself to be lucky to have Han in her life. He meant a great deal to her and she truly did love him. Even if at first she had wanted to punch him… “I think we will,” she replied truthfully. “There’s enough of us with various skills that we should be able to get it going again. If not I’m sure we'll figure something out for surely we’re not the only ship out here,” she said trying to remain optimistic about it all. "Yea, I get that." And he did. They were all experts in their supposed area of space travel, whatever that meant. From his experience, experts tended to be frauds passing themselves off as experts, but he was pretty sure that sort of behavior didn't apply here. This was a government spaceship, and official government business wasn't usually coated in the scum and villainy that his sort of business was (except when they hid it very, very well). He wasn't really interested in all of that, anyway. That was her business: how to manage government officials and the like. What he was interested in, well, he didn't quite know how to express that. "What I'm saying is - do you think we should make this thing - this thing between us official?" He put a hand to the back of his neck, suddenly aware of what this meant. "Not like married official or anything, just you know…Labels." That was the 21st century term that he thought applied to this situation, not that he had any strong experience in dating princesses or the 21st century. “Well, you certainly aren’t afraid to ask the questions that need to be asked,” she said with a soft smile at him. That was something she had been pondering a lot lately too. Where did she stand with Han? In her time they were dating but in his they weren’t and here… Well she had no idea. She knew they both loved each other and were therefore dancing around one another but there had been nothing solid. “I wouldn’t mind if were were official,” she said leaning in to place a kiss on his cheek. “Of course I would never pressure you into doing it if you truly don’t want too,” she told him softly. Han let his slow, trademark smile cross his face. There were very few situations that scared him, but somehow, being stuck in a repair closet with a beautiful Alderaanian princess seemed to fall at the top of that list. "Well, we can't dance around the same question forever. I -" He was hesitant to repeat that he loved her, that much was true. But how did that translate to now, and how did that relate to a future that he'd probably never experience? "Look, I want to be with you, and not just because we apparently have three kids and get really cozy in domestic life…" He reached out to take her hand. "And if that's what you want, I see no reason we can't make it an official thing." Leia grinned at that. She was glad, beyond glad to hear that was what he wanted. While she might seem to be cool and collected all of the time - well most of the time, she was far from it. Her training and position as a princess and then a senator had just made it so she was incredibly adept at hiding what she was truly feeling. Now though, she didn’t bother with that. Leia, instead, moved in to kiss him. “That is exactly what I want,” she told him. |