Fic: Trouble
Title: Trouble
Author: MamaLaz
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Han/Luke
Rating: PG13
Summary: Han thinks on just how much trouble Luke is.
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Trouble
When I saw his face I knew it.
I knew this kid was going to be trouble.
Should have just said no from the get go, right from the very beginning in that damn bar in Mos Eisley. Should have known it'd cause me a whole lot more trouble than I had bargained for.
Looking back on it, I'm pretty sure it was all Chewie's fault. Because it sure as hell wasn't mine. Like I said, I knew it was a bad idea.
Hey, don't look at me that way, I did.
That funny feeling I get in the pit of my stomach? It was working overtime the moment I clapped eyes on him.
But seventeen thousand…
Hell, even if I didn't already have a bounty on my head, I'm only human.
Funny, my ma always said the pretty ones cause the most trouble. And damn if she wasn't wrong.
"Han, would you quit grumbling and help me think of a way out of here?"
Luke.
Junior sure can sound whiny when he's in a mood.
"There is no way out of here, kid," I grunt back, irritable as I'm brought back to the present and our current situation. Stuck in a tiny windowless cell with an impenetrable blue shield for a door, bruises on both our faces and Luke, pacing up and down and shooting looks at me through his black eye like this is my fault.
Which it ain't.
What? It's really not. It's not like I go around looking to get captured or anything. Just happens to happen to me a lot.
Happens to Luke a lot, too. Like I said, the kid's trouble. Not that anyone believes me, of course. `Should hear her highnessness go on and on that I'm the one that's a bad influence on him.
Me.
If she only knew how many bar fights I get into on his account, she'd be singing a different tune.
Rubbing my swollen jaw, I scowl, thinking back on the fight that'd got us into this mess in the first place. Dunno how the kid manages to attract so much undesirable attention. Boy's a walking heap of nuisance if ever I saw one.
"Leia's going to kill us."
He says it in that calm voice of his but I can see the look of panic behind his eyes. Makes me grin wryly to myself. Deadly Jedi knight reduced to a terrified little boy by a five-foot tall princess.
Lifting up my arms so I can rest the back of my head in my arms, I stretch out lazily on the makeshift cot. Luke doesn't look impressed.
"Han, we're supposed to be trying to find a way out of here," he says testily.
"Kid, we ain't going anywhere soon," I reply nonchalantly, closing my eyes. "If I know Hendler, he's gonna keep us locked up tight for a while. Might as well get comfortable."
"I'm sure we can reason with him," Luke says patiently, trying to play the logical Jedi. Cracking an eye open at him, I let out a smirk.
"If you want to try and be rational with the cops, you be my guest, pal. Personally, I'd wait for Leia to bail us out first."
Luke fidgets slightly and it makes me laugh. Still the goody two-shoes he ever was. Can't even hack being in a police cell without guilt eating him up inside.
"Relax, kid, I've been in plenty worse scrapes than this," I say reassuringly, waving a hand casually. "You just worry about that sister of yours bringing enough credits for us both."
"If she decides to come," Luke reminds me before, almost huffily, dropping down to sit on the edge of the cot. "She's already done it twice. She might just leave us here this time."
"Us?" I repeat with an outraged sort of emphasis, sitting up straight so I can look him in the eye and jab a finger in his chest. "Oh no, you're the one who got us into all those messes, kid, not me."
"Me?" Luke replies, blue eyes wide with incredulity. "You're the one who punches everyone in sight…!"
"Yeah, well I wouldn't have to punch `em if you'd just dress like a normal person," I mumble irritably, giving his tight black outfit a good look as I do.
"There's nothing wrong with the way I dress," Luke replies in an offhand way and it makes me wanna growl.
"Sure there ain't," I say, sarcasm dripping off my words. "If spandex pants in a sleazy slave-trader bar ain't a grand idea I don't know what is. Hell, why not just put a sign on your ass saying "Prime Goods Here" and leave it at that, huh?"
"Am I interrupting something?" says a dry female voice.
Leia, standing on the other side of the transparent forcefield and tapping her foot, looks pretty damn pissed. Sure can be quiet when she wants to. Didn't even hear her approach.
"Leia!" Luke calls out in relief and despite herself, her eyes soften looking at her brother. Frowning at the family reunion, I cut in,
"Yeah, yeah. Your presence is much appreciated, your Worship. Now can we get outta here already?"
"You know, one day I'm really going to enjoy leaving you in here," Leia says crossly but she moves aside for the guard to deprogram the field, her eyes processing our injuries with exasperation. "So what happened this time? Another `friendly' sabaac game? An old acquaintance? No wait, don't tell me, another letchy spacer make a pass at Luke?"
"He was old enough to be his grandfather!" I cry out defensively before Luke can open his mouth. "Old man was looking for a fight."
"Well, luckily for us, that `old man' is not going to press charges," Leia says heatedly.
"Let him bring it on, sister!" I scoff, jumping to my feet. "I ain't afraid of him."
"Han…" Luke says mildly, a placating hand on my arm although I can see amusement in his eyes. Turning to him, I find myself smiling back. What can I say, the kid's contagious.
"If you two have stopped gawking stupidly at each other," Leia suddenly cuts in, trying to sound imposing although there's a petulant sort of fondness behind her voice, "some of us do have more important things to do."
"Well, let's get moving," Luke says all enthusiastic-like and I'm suddenly back in the Death Star, stinking from the garbage chute, a million Storm Troopers waiting outside to shoot us and Luke, dripping wet, all eager and excited and saying those exact same
words.
For some reason, it makes me grab the kid of the present, pull him hard against me and kiss his pretty little face off.
And Luke doesn't seem to mind at all.
"Wow," he says breathlessly when I finally let him go, eyes glittering and mouth wet and swollen. Damn if it doesn't make me want to go back in for seconds. "Not that I don't like it when you do that but what was that for?"
Shaking my head, I can't help grinning back at him and pressing our foreheads together, pointedly ignoring Leia's loud huff of impatience.
"You, kid," I mutter against his lips, smirking as his nose bumps mine, "are so much damn trouble."
And, fool that I am, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Author: MamaLaz
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Han/Luke
Rating: PG13
Summary: Han thinks on just how much trouble Luke is.
Link:
Trouble
When I saw his face I knew it.
I knew this kid was going to be trouble.
Should have just said no from the get go, right from the very beginning in that damn bar in Mos Eisley. Should have known it'd cause me a whole lot more trouble than I had bargained for.
Looking back on it, I'm pretty sure it was all Chewie's fault. Because it sure as hell wasn't mine. Like I said, I knew it was a bad idea.
Hey, don't look at me that way, I did.
That funny feeling I get in the pit of my stomach? It was working overtime the moment I clapped eyes on him.
But seventeen thousand…
Hell, even if I didn't already have a bounty on my head, I'm only human.
Funny, my ma always said the pretty ones cause the most trouble. And damn if she wasn't wrong.
"Han, would you quit grumbling and help me think of a way out of here?"
Luke.
Junior sure can sound whiny when he's in a mood.
"There is no way out of here, kid," I grunt back, irritable as I'm brought back to the present and our current situation. Stuck in a tiny windowless cell with an impenetrable blue shield for a door, bruises on both our faces and Luke, pacing up and down and shooting looks at me through his black eye like this is my fault.
Which it ain't.
What? It's really not. It's not like I go around looking to get captured or anything. Just happens to happen to me a lot.
Happens to Luke a lot, too. Like I said, the kid's trouble. Not that anyone believes me, of course. `Should hear her highnessness go on and on that I'm the one that's a bad influence on him.
Me.
If she only knew how many bar fights I get into on his account, she'd be singing a different tune.
Rubbing my swollen jaw, I scowl, thinking back on the fight that'd got us into this mess in the first place. Dunno how the kid manages to attract so much undesirable attention. Boy's a walking heap of nuisance if ever I saw one.
"Leia's going to kill us."
He says it in that calm voice of his but I can see the look of panic behind his eyes. Makes me grin wryly to myself. Deadly Jedi knight reduced to a terrified little boy by a five-foot tall princess.
Lifting up my arms so I can rest the back of my head in my arms, I stretch out lazily on the makeshift cot. Luke doesn't look impressed.
"Han, we're supposed to be trying to find a way out of here," he says testily.
"Kid, we ain't going anywhere soon," I reply nonchalantly, closing my eyes. "If I know Hendler, he's gonna keep us locked up tight for a while. Might as well get comfortable."
"I'm sure we can reason with him," Luke says patiently, trying to play the logical Jedi. Cracking an eye open at him, I let out a smirk.
"If you want to try and be rational with the cops, you be my guest, pal. Personally, I'd wait for Leia to bail us out first."
Luke fidgets slightly and it makes me laugh. Still the goody two-shoes he ever was. Can't even hack being in a police cell without guilt eating him up inside.
"Relax, kid, I've been in plenty worse scrapes than this," I say reassuringly, waving a hand casually. "You just worry about that sister of yours bringing enough credits for us both."
"If she decides to come," Luke reminds me before, almost huffily, dropping down to sit on the edge of the cot. "She's already done it twice. She might just leave us here this time."
"Us?" I repeat with an outraged sort of emphasis, sitting up straight so I can look him in the eye and jab a finger in his chest. "Oh no, you're the one who got us into all those messes, kid, not me."
"Me?" Luke replies, blue eyes wide with incredulity. "You're the one who punches everyone in sight…!"
"Yeah, well I wouldn't have to punch `em if you'd just dress like a normal person," I mumble irritably, giving his tight black outfit a good look as I do.
"There's nothing wrong with the way I dress," Luke replies in an offhand way and it makes me wanna growl.
"Sure there ain't," I say, sarcasm dripping off my words. "If spandex pants in a sleazy slave-trader bar ain't a grand idea I don't know what is. Hell, why not just put a sign on your ass saying "Prime Goods Here" and leave it at that, huh?"
"Am I interrupting something?" says a dry female voice.
Leia, standing on the other side of the transparent forcefield and tapping her foot, looks pretty damn pissed. Sure can be quiet when she wants to. Didn't even hear her approach.
"Leia!" Luke calls out in relief and despite herself, her eyes soften looking at her brother. Frowning at the family reunion, I cut in,
"Yeah, yeah. Your presence is much appreciated, your Worship. Now can we get outta here already?"
"You know, one day I'm really going to enjoy leaving you in here," Leia says crossly but she moves aside for the guard to deprogram the field, her eyes processing our injuries with exasperation. "So what happened this time? Another `friendly' sabaac game? An old acquaintance? No wait, don't tell me, another letchy spacer make a pass at Luke?"
"He was old enough to be his grandfather!" I cry out defensively before Luke can open his mouth. "Old man was looking for a fight."
"Well, luckily for us, that `old man' is not going to press charges," Leia says heatedly.
"Let him bring it on, sister!" I scoff, jumping to my feet. "I ain't afraid of him."
"Han…" Luke says mildly, a placating hand on my arm although I can see amusement in his eyes. Turning to him, I find myself smiling back. What can I say, the kid's contagious.
"If you two have stopped gawking stupidly at each other," Leia suddenly cuts in, trying to sound imposing although there's a petulant sort of fondness behind her voice, "some of us do have more important things to do."
"Well, let's get moving," Luke says all enthusiastic-like and I'm suddenly back in the Death Star, stinking from the garbage chute, a million Storm Troopers waiting outside to shoot us and Luke, dripping wet, all eager and excited and saying those exact same
words.
For some reason, it makes me grab the kid of the present, pull him hard against me and kiss his pretty little face off.
And Luke doesn't seem to mind at all.
"Wow," he says breathlessly when I finally let him go, eyes glittering and mouth wet and swollen. Damn if it doesn't make me want to go back in for seconds. "Not that I don't like it when you do that but what was that for?"
Shaking my head, I can't help grinning back at him and pressing our foreheads together, pointedly ignoring Leia's loud huff of impatience.
"You, kid," I mutter against his lips, smirking as his nose bumps mine, "are so much damn trouble."
And, fool that I am, I wouldn't have it any other way.