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Earth1939 by Solo Jones



Han Solo sat reclined in a large, plush couch in his living room. He wasn't really doing anything, didn't have anything planned to do, and wasn't really sure what time it was at all. And he loved it. He had resigned his general-ship with the New Republic two months ago. Now, here he was, able to relax and not have to worry about going to meetings or any of the other monotonous and stressful things that came with being a leader in a fledgling government.

The door to the apartment slid open, and Han looked up to see Leia entering. She looked tired and haggard. She was dressed in a dirt-smudged tan tank-top and matching cargo shorts. She quickly shed her clunky boots and plopped down on the couch.

Han stood and went over to her. "What, don't I even get a 'hello'?" he asked.

Leia looked up at him with an exhausted look on her face. Unlike her husband, Leia had not been able to rest easy over the past three weeks since they had gotten back from their honeymoon. Almost as soon as they had gotten planet-side, there were things for her to do. Mon Mothma, Rieekan, and Ackbar- everybody had something for her to do. And on top of all that, Luke had insisted that she start her Jedi training as soon as possible. That was where so had just been; running through the woods of a nearby moon with Luke to build up her stamina.

Han felt truly sorry for his wife. He kneeled down in front of the couch where she was lying. He took her hand in his, and kissed it. "You know what you need?" he asked her. "You need a vacation."

"Han we just got back from a vacation three weeks ago," she said. "I doubt Mon Mothma would let me go on another one right now. Plus," she added, "Luke really wants me to keep up my training. He's been very patient with me, and I don't want to let him down now."

"So bring him with us," Han said. "He could probably use a break, too."

Leia considered it for a moment. She really could use a vacation right about now. Plus, she knew Luke would really appreciate a break.

Han gave her his most disarming lopsided grin. "What do you say, sweetheart?"

She smiled, and attempted a sigh. "Oh if you insist," she said. "But we're not going to Endor. We were just there. And I'm tired of resort towns. We need to go someplace.... Different."

Han thought about it for a moment. Where could they go that would be unique? A sly grin spread across his face.

Leia gave him a suspicious look. "What?" she asked warily. Han pulled her to her feet, and started dragging her toward the door. "Han! Where in the galaxy are we going?" she asked.

"Nowhere," he replied. "We're not going anywhere in this galaxy."

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