AU Bingo Ficlet: "Prince Luke" (rated G, Han/Leia)
Title:"Prince Luke"
Rating: G
Pairings: Han/Leia, Luke/Leia in that not-yet-wholly-creepy way we saw in ANH
Warnings: written for the au_bingo prompt "Other: Royalty" -- or, in this case, someone who wasn't royal is, and someone who was royal isn't.
Summary: "Han Solo had seen taken on some odd customers in his day. So how come he was so thrown off by some mystical-nonsense-spouting geezer and a farm girl?"
"Prince Luke"
Han Solo had seen taken on some odd customers in his day, and that wasn’t even counting Jabba the Hutt. That spice dealer from B’Reil who talked about himself in the third person and kept hitting on Chewbacca long after Chewie had made it clear he wasn’t interested. The arms merchant’s daughter who insisted she’d been a womp-rat in a past life and wanted to convert him to the Church of the Gnawed Rope of Eternity. Lando. You name it, he’d seen it - and taken it in his stride.
So how come he was so thrown off by some mystical-nonsense-spouting geezer and a farm girl?
He’d overheard them talking when he thought they didn’t hear - something about “Prince Luke Organa.” Han had been to Alderaan before this particular run; he’d seen all the holos of some towheaded little snot in silk robes, wearing a coronet on his hair that probably cost more than the Falcon. Why these two should care was a mystery.
Well, it was a mystery because he was choosing not to make the connection. Everybody whose ass had left their home planet in the past decade knew Alderaan was a hotbed of Rebellion support. This Kenobi windbag and the girl had said they wanted no questions asked and no Imperial interference. Han could figure that out. Hell, the holochess pieces could figure that out. He was just choosing not to. Simpler that way.
But when Han looked at the scrappy farm girl - Leia Skywalker, she’d said - and thought about that rich little snot from Alderaan somehow getting her involved in trouble with the Empire … well, it got under his skin.
“You ever leave your home planet before, dewdrop?”
“I’m not a dewdrop.” Leia scowled at him. Her hair was chopped chin length, which made her look younger than she was. Younger than he hoped she was, anyway, because the gal was in leggings, and it was only human to look, and Han seriously hoped he wasn’t degenerated further into outright perversion. “Only kids do dewdrop work.”
“Only kids think they can run off and save the world with some outdated spiritual mumbo-jumbo and a little moxie.”
“The Force isn’t just mumbo-jumbo. Is it, Ben?”
Old Kenobi smiled at them both, as if they were both merely children, and both equally dear to him. Which was annoying as all hell. “The Force is far greater than either of you can imagine, but there’s no need to argue the point. The ways in which it works in your lives … both your lives … you’ll see that, when the time is right.”
Leia puffed up like that windbag nonsense proved her point. Han wished he’d knocked back a couple more drinks back at the cantina; they were short on the hard stuff at the moment. Maybe on Alderaan he could replenish stores. Sure, it would be all fine wine and light bubbling stuff there, but he didn’t much care, as long as he could drink it.
“You seem like a good pilot,” Leia said. “Shame you don’t have a ship to match.”
“Hey, the Falcon’s got it where it counts.” Han gave her his best leer. “Just like me.”
She stuck out that full lower lip of hers and pointedly looked away. Damn, but she was cute when she did that. He’d never thought farm girls were his type. Maybe he needed to do some more thinking.
Then she said to Kenobi, “Do you think we’ll reach Alderaan in time to help the prince?”
Kenobi said, “I don’t doubt it. The Force is strong in this - stronger than you yet know.”
That light in Leia’s eyes when she talked about Prince Luke … it transformed her. Changed her from a cute little thing to a woman, one capable of devotion, even passion.
For someone else.
Han hunched down in his seat and scowled. He hadn’t known it was possible to hate a prince so much.
Rating: G
Pairings: Han/Leia, Luke/Leia in that not-yet-wholly-creepy way we saw in ANH
Warnings: written for the au_bingo prompt "Other: Royalty" -- or, in this case, someone who wasn't royal is, and someone who was royal isn't.
Summary: "Han Solo had seen taken on some odd customers in his day. So how come he was so thrown off by some mystical-nonsense-spouting geezer and a farm girl?"
"Prince Luke"
Han Solo had seen taken on some odd customers in his day, and that wasn’t even counting Jabba the Hutt. That spice dealer from B’Reil who talked about himself in the third person and kept hitting on Chewbacca long after Chewie had made it clear he wasn’t interested. The arms merchant’s daughter who insisted she’d been a womp-rat in a past life and wanted to convert him to the Church of the Gnawed Rope of Eternity. Lando. You name it, he’d seen it - and taken it in his stride.
So how come he was so thrown off by some mystical-nonsense-spouting geezer and a farm girl?
He’d overheard them talking when he thought they didn’t hear - something about “Prince Luke Organa.” Han had been to Alderaan before this particular run; he’d seen all the holos of some towheaded little snot in silk robes, wearing a coronet on his hair that probably cost more than the Falcon. Why these two should care was a mystery.
Well, it was a mystery because he was choosing not to make the connection. Everybody whose ass had left their home planet in the past decade knew Alderaan was a hotbed of Rebellion support. This Kenobi windbag and the girl had said they wanted no questions asked and no Imperial interference. Han could figure that out. Hell, the holochess pieces could figure that out. He was just choosing not to. Simpler that way.
But when Han looked at the scrappy farm girl - Leia Skywalker, she’d said - and thought about that rich little snot from Alderaan somehow getting her involved in trouble with the Empire … well, it got under his skin.
“You ever leave your home planet before, dewdrop?”
“I’m not a dewdrop.” Leia scowled at him. Her hair was chopped chin length, which made her look younger than she was. Younger than he hoped she was, anyway, because the gal was in leggings, and it was only human to look, and Han seriously hoped he wasn’t degenerated further into outright perversion. “Only kids do dewdrop work.”
“Only kids think they can run off and save the world with some outdated spiritual mumbo-jumbo and a little moxie.”
“The Force isn’t just mumbo-jumbo. Is it, Ben?”
Old Kenobi smiled at them both, as if they were both merely children, and both equally dear to him. Which was annoying as all hell. “The Force is far greater than either of you can imagine, but there’s no need to argue the point. The ways in which it works in your lives … both your lives … you’ll see that, when the time is right.”
Leia puffed up like that windbag nonsense proved her point. Han wished he’d knocked back a couple more drinks back at the cantina; they were short on the hard stuff at the moment. Maybe on Alderaan he could replenish stores. Sure, it would be all fine wine and light bubbling stuff there, but he didn’t much care, as long as he could drink it.
“You seem like a good pilot,” Leia said. “Shame you don’t have a ship to match.”
“Hey, the Falcon’s got it where it counts.” Han gave her his best leer. “Just like me.”
She stuck out that full lower lip of hers and pointedly looked away. Damn, but she was cute when she did that. He’d never thought farm girls were his type. Maybe he needed to do some more thinking.
Then she said to Kenobi, “Do you think we’ll reach Alderaan in time to help the prince?”
Kenobi said, “I don’t doubt it. The Force is strong in this - stronger than you yet know.”
That light in Leia’s eyes when she talked about Prince Luke … it transformed her. Changed her from a cute little thing to a woman, one capable of devotion, even passion.
For someone else.
Han hunched down in his seat and scowled. He hadn’t known it was possible to hate a prince so much.