The first of a group of ficlets in various fandoms that I wrote as gifts. This one was for Aruna, my creative partner on One Path. She challenged me to do Han/Leia and incorporate the words Alderaan, blue and present. Also, my first ever Han/Leia fic, so I'd love to know what you think.

The Problem With Scoundrels

"Han?" Leia ducked inside the Falcon's open hatch and immediately heard a cacophony of clattering, banging and cursing. Glancing around, she saw neither Han nor Chewie, but this didn't particularly surprise her. What caught her off guard was the fact that the noise didn't seem to be coming from they hyperdrive compartment or any of the maintenance hatches. Frowning, she made her way inside and found him in the lounge section of the main hold. He was on his knees between the holotable and the couch, muttering curses under his breath.


He jerked upright, banging his head on the edge of the table as he did so. Wincing painfully, he raised a hand to the side of his head and turned toward her. "What??"

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

"What's it look like?" he retorted.

"It looks like you're crawling around on the floor," she sighed.

"Well, there ya go," he said.

"Right. Why are you crawling on the floor?" she rolled her eyes.

"I'm looking for something," he said evasively.


"Nothing," he replied, pushing himself to his feet. He brushed past her into the hall without another word, and Leia raised her eyes to the ceiling. Whirling around, she followed him as he stalked his way back to his quarters, where she leaned in the doorway while he ransacked the room and finally ended up back on his knees, peering under the bunk.

"All right," she sighed finally. "I'm not even going to ask."

"Good," he snapped without looking.

"You do remember we had a date tonight, don't you?" she asked, pressing the heel of her hand against her forehead.

"Huh?" he twisted abruptly to face her. "Oh! Oh, right. Well, listen--go outside and wait for me, huh? I'll be right there."

Leia shook her head in disgust. "Forget it, Han."

She turned and strode back out of the ship, her footsteps clanging loudly on the ramp as she descended to the landing platform. Outside, the blue sky was deepening toward sunset and she let out sigh that was at once frustrated and sad. She still sometimes missed the sunset on Alderaan, the majestic beauty of the mountains--so many other things, all of which suddenly seemed to crowd into her thoughts, demanding attention.

"Hey," Han called from behind her, and the princess furtively wiped a tear from her eye.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" she asked without turning around.

"Yeah," he replied as he walked down beside her. "Was in my pocket."

"That's great," she shook her head, trying desperately to stay angry.

He touched her arm, offering a winning smile as she turned to face him. Reaching into his vest pocket, he casually pulled out a thin gold chain and let it dangle from his fingers, allowing the diamonds and emeralds on the pendant to catch the last rays of the sun. Then he stepped around behind her and silently draped the necklace over her head.

"What's this?" she stared down at it in surprise.

"It's a present," he said.

"What's it for?" she asked.

"What?" I'm not allowed to give you presents?"

"Of course you are," she sighed. "But you usually have a reason."

He turned his head to brush his lips against her ear. "I'm a nice guy, Princess."