Title: Fun and Fear

Author: R.Solo56

Category: Romance, action, and alternate universe

Rating: PG-17 for strong action scenes and sexual situations

Date: 4/6/00

This is the second part to My Boyfriend’s Back. This was going to be the end, but since this thing proved longer than I intended, it will be a trilogy. In this story, Han and Leia have their honeymoon, Hanna is kidnapped, and it ends right before the confrontation with Luke. This story hints strongly on Leia and Hanna’s Force abilities. Don’t worry; I’ll have the third part up soon.

“Oh, wow,” Leia breathed, surveying the green and blue planet from the cockpit of the Falcon. “It’s beautiful.”

Han grinned. “Hanna thought you’d like it. You’re so modest, I don’t know what I’d do without my little tour guide to help me.” He pushed a few buttons. “Go strap in; we’re landing.”

Their landing went smoothly and they collected their things. “So, where are we staying?” Leia inquired, walking down the ramp with her suitcase in hand.

“I thought the Quekian Hotel would fair nicely. It’s not too fancy but the suite is beautiful and private. And it’s right near the beach; you get a clear view of the ocean and mountains from the window.” Han approached the land speeder rental and pointed one out to the sales Rodian. “We’ll take this one. How much is it?”

The alien smiled politely. “Ah, newly weds, I see. For you…28 credits. That’s a good deal around these parts.”

Han handed the Rodain his money in exchange for the keys to the speeder. “Thank you,” they mumbled in unison, and the being was off to help another customer. “His price was a little steep for a rental speeder, don’t you think?” he asked Leia, putting their bags in the back seat.

She sighed and smiled at him idly. “Don’t start that again; we’re on our honeymoon. Besides, this place may look beautiful, but the scenery is just about all these people have here. They have to have high prices, or they’ll go out of business.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, climbing into the speeder beside his new wife. He started the engine and they were off. “Hanna told me you never came here before,” he noted absently, one hand on the controls, the other straying to entwine in hers.

“I haven’t,” she answered. “That doesn’t mean I don’t know about it. Father made it a point to make sure I knew the economy and geography of just about every planet in the universe. It wasn’t easy, let me tell you.” She rubbed her thumb lovingly across the back of his hand.

“Well then, I’m making it a point for you to forget it,” he murmured sparing a glance at her, a glance that expressed his passion. “For the short time we’re here, anyway. Nothing will exist except you and me.”

“Mmm, I think I’ll like that,” said Leia, squeezing his hand. “I never thought this day would come, Han. If you hadn’t come back, or if you changed your mind when I told you about Hanna….”

“Hey,” he cut her off. “The past is history, right? We agreed on that.” He leaned over and kissed her quickly. “Now, all I want to think about is the here and now. Don’t talk about life, just live it.”

She smiled brightly. “Yes sir, General.” She gazed out her side of the speeder. “How far is the hotel, anyway?”

“About another mile. It’s not that far.”

“I can’t wait,” she breathed. “This is going to be perfect, just you and me.”

“That’s the spirit!” Han exclaimed. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“Oh Gods,” Leia breathed. “I didn’t know it could feel so good….” She and Han had found a private cavern and the ocean water reached a quarter of the way to the top of the small cave. The ceiling glistened like diamonds when the sunlight hit it and the warm, nature made pool was clear and blue. They were nude in the water now, swimming, playing, and doing as they pleased. They were as free as children.

Han grinned down at his wife, watching her float in the water, her hair spreading out around her head, her perfect, creamy body all clearly in his line of vision now. She was a Goddess. “See, you should trust me more often,” he murmured huskily.

“I do,” she countered, smiling at him. “Your arms are the only thing missing. Don’t just stand there and stare; come over here and hold me.”

He wasn’t about to complain. Quickly, he swam to her and gracefully took her into his arms. “Better?” he drawled, hypnotized by the liquid depths of her contrasting eyes. She nodded and grinned at him, but he couldn’t help but notice how self-conscious she appeared. Knowing the problem, he brushed his hot, open mouth along the scar on her face. “Who cares about that?”

“I do,” she whispered into his hair. She knew he didn’t care, but she still couldn’t help wondering, did he hide his distaste? Did he compare her with the way she used to look?

“You shouldn’t,” he said, caressing her breasts tenderly with the palms of his hands. “To me, you’re the same Leia I met on the Death Star, if not more beautiful. You earned that scar, sweetheart, like I did mine. You went through great pains and you came back stronger then before. Think of it that way. Your scar is one of honor. Didn’t you tell me that once? It’s time for you to believe that too.”

“Convince me,” she begged, his touch igniting a fire from deep within her. “Show me you love me, Han. Show me.”

“It would be my pleasure,” he drawled.

No more words were spoken after that; no words were needed. Their bodies did all the talking for them. They shared their love, their hopes and fears, and the pains of their past. Not one secret would tear them apart from then on; it was a promise they swore to keep. A promise of love, honor and trust. The same promise they had made a day earlier, but this time in their own, special way.

Leia sighed luxuriously from the comfort of her husband’s arms. It was early in the morning and he was still sleeping. They had been on their honeymoon approximately two weeks now, and everything was wonderful. She looked up at him, content to simply revel in the fact that they were together again. She knew she had promised not to dwell on the past, but she couldn’t help it. It was simply too fascinating to forget. After all their adventures, after all their arguments, after all their pain, they were together again, closer than ever before. The past, in relation to the present and future, was so remarkable. Not that she was complaining.

Lazily, she let her mind wander. She felt Han’s presence, those of the other residents, the creatures by the bay…and something else. Something inside her! Her initial panic melted away when the feeling became clear to her. Joy washed over her features as she shook her dozing husband. “Wake up, wake up! Come on, wake up!”

“Huh?” he inquired groggily. “What happened?”

Leia smiled brightly at him. “Guess what.”

He pretended to think. “I give up,” he murmured drowsily. “What?”

“I’m pregnant!” she announced proudly, grinning from ear to ear.

“What?” Han stuttered, fully awake now. “Are you sure? How do you know?”

“I felt the baby’s presence,” she explained excitedly. “Through the Force. Besides, I’m a week late; what else could it mean? We’re going to have a son!”

“Wow!” he shouted, bringing his wife closer to him so as to kiss her enthusiastically. “You know how long I’ve waited for this day, sweetheart? Oh, this is wonderful!” Calming down, he kissed her again, more softly this time. “What will we name him?”

Leia smiled shyly. “Well…since I picked the first time, I thought…I thought you should choose.”

“Hmm,” he murmured in thought. “I’d like to name him…Lucas. After you and Luke—but if you’d rather not, I understand.”

“No,” she whispered thoughtfully. “It’s the perfect name.” She snuggled closer to him, adding, “I just wish he were here so we could tell him the news.” She sighed longingly.

Han nuzzled her hair. “Me too, princess,” he sighed. “Me too.” Suddenly, he was raining kisses all over her, flipping her deftly over, he rubbed her insistently, demandingly.

Struggling against the shock of his actions, Leia inquired, “W-what are you doing?” She gasped as his hand found her core, stroking, teasing. He’d never gone this fast before! She was afraid she wouldn’t be able to keep up.

Han grinned at her, slowing down just a tad. “It’s not too late to make love; I want to see if we can make twins. Maybe even triplets.”

Finally overcoming her shock, she giggled. “Making babies is fun, isn’t it?” she asked him teasingly. She cried out suddenly as she felt something enter her. She looked down to find an almost hysterical sight. He had his face shoved between her thighs, his tongue inside her! She moaned loudly; no matter how odd it appeared, good Gods it felt so good!

He looked up at her abruptly. Seeing her bright red face, he commented, “Mmm, yummy!” He licked his lips and winked at her for affect. From the look on her face, he knew she had no idea how to respond, and he chuckled outright. “Making babies is fine,” he murmured, licking his way back up to where their eyes soon locked. “But, I like teasing you a whole lot more.”

Oh, so that’s how he wanted it, huh? Leia sure wasn’t just going to lay there and let him have his way. She was determined to show him that she had learned a few things along the way; even virgins knew a thing or two before they gave away their innocence. Okay, so it’s not like she actually tried giving head before, but hey, now was as good a time as any to learn. It wasn’t like she was getting any younger.

“I’ll get you for that, you little nymph!” Han hollered, chasing his new wife into the ocean. He had been peacefully lying on the beach, taking in his fill of her beauty, accented by the blue two piece bathing suit he’d talked her into wearing, when suddenly he’d been bombarded with nearly a gallon of the cool sea water. He knew she was proud of herself, for she had made her actions obvious, but knew he wouldn’t notice until it was too late. She’d danced around him seductively, her curves and bust perfected by her suit, hiding a bucket of water behind her. She’d sat on his shoulders, then waited no longer to drench him.

Leia laughed out loud, swimming through the ocean, her husband in pursuit. “You have to catch me first!” she cried.

Han dived into the water and raced after her. He stopped suddenly as he noticed her strokes faltering. When he saw her sink, then bob up again thrashing, he knew something was wrong. He swam to her as fast as he could, thinking maybe she was caught in something or she had been stung by a carijna fish, which were abundant that time of year. He heard her cry out and he was all the more worried. “Hey, what happened? You okay, honey?” She didn’t answer him. And then, she disappeared beneath the surface.

Adrenaline on high, his heart in his throat, Han dove beneath the gleaming surface of the sea and searched for his wife. He found her quickly and pulled her against his chest and, kicking powerfully, he brought them both to the surface. Just as swiftly, he swam back to the shore and sat her down, leaning her forward and patting her back so as to aid her in clearing her lungs of fluid. She coughed and spluttered, shivering violently, reaching for her lover blindly for comfort. He was quick to pull her against him and he rocked her slowly, trying to calm her. But she wasn’t having it. Before he could say anything, she cried out, “He has Hanna!” over and over.

“Hey, hey,” Han practically shouted, holding her tightly against him, immobilizing her flailing arms. “Who has Hanna?”

“Luke!” she wept. “Luke has her and he’s going to hurt her!” Finally, she collapsed against him and sobbed in frustration and fear.

“Hey, is she alright?” a lifeguard called, running up to them.

Han looked up at the man. “Yes, she’s okay. Just a little shaken, is all.”

“What happened?” He inquired, wrapping a blanket around Leia, at the same time searching for injuries.

“She must have gotten caught in something,” Han thought up quickly.

“You sure it wasn’t a carijna?” he asked, looking her over. A few moments later, he shook his head. “Nah…she would have had a mark on her. You sure she’s alright?”

Leia, finally able to get her emotions under control, looked up at the lifeguard and smiled at him. “I’ll be fine, really. It was nothing. Just got a little spooked, thanks.”

The lifeguard smiled. “Well, good. Just be a little more careful near the rocks, then; the coral and sea weed can grow to be pretty large and easy to get tangled in.”

Leia nodded. “I will. Thanks for your help.”

The man tipped his hat. “Not a problem. That’s what I’m here for. You folks have a good day.”

Han nodded. “You too.” The lifeguard left.

She looked up at her husband with pleading eyes. “What are we going to do? I still don’t know where they are.”

“Can’t you track Hanna down?” he inquired, stroking her tangled hair.

Leia shook her head. “No. Luke’s blocking her from me. Oh, Han, what are we going to do? I don’t know what I’d do if I lost her too….”

“We’re not going to lose her,” Han said firmly, hugging her. “In fact, we’re going to get them both back. Somehow.”

“Mommy!”

Han felt Leia start violently and he glanced down at her. “What is it?”

“I…I thought I heard—”

“Mommy help!”

“Oh, god…” Leia breathed.

Han shook her slightly, getting her attention. “What? What?”

“I can hear Hanna,” she said. “I can hear her!”

“What is she saying?”

“Shh!” Leia instructed.

“Mommy, help me!”

“Bye mommy.”

When Leia came back to herself, she found that she was crying again. She reached out for Han before realizing he was already holding her. “I heard Hanna. They’re on Endor. Han…she wanted me to tell you something.” Her voice dropped to a soft whisper. “She wanted me to tell you that she loves you.”

For the first time, tears stung Han’s eyes. Even though Hanna had been fond of him from the beginning, she'd never told him she loved him. Calling him her daddy was one thing, but believing it in her heart was another. Smiling, he hugged his love close. “What are we waiting for then, huh?” he murmured softly. “Let’s go.”

It had been five days since they’d left the planet and it would been another two days until they reached Endor. Leia had been very quiet and drawn so far during the trip and Han had to continually remind her that starving herself wouldn’t help Hanna, the baby, or Luke. She was so worried these days that she was prone to forgetting a lot. Luke would occasionally put horrible images in her mind and she was also prone to suddenly back out of a conversation or a meal to hide in the solitude of the recreation bay. Han knew better then to bother her when she was like that. Their nights were no longer filled with passion, but rather, nightmares and fitful slumber. Han hated seeing her in such pain and he could only hope their visit to Endor would go smoothly.

That evening, Leia appeared in the doorway of the cockpit, wearing only one of the nightshirts she’d brought, looking on silently for a few moments at Han as he studied the stars out the view port. Tentatively, she walked up behind him, resting a hand on the back of the pilot’s seat. “Han?” she said softly, causing him to turn around and look up at her. “Han, I’m sorry I’ve been acting so weird lately. I’m just so worried…I can’t help it.”

Smiling fondly at her, Han urged her closer and into his lap. Slowly, he began to stroke her hair, rocking her gently. “I know, sweetheart, I know. It’s okay. I just wish I could do more to help you. It’s drivin’ me nuts just having to stand back and watch you in such pain.”

Leia sighed softly. “You are helping, Han. Just by being here.” She hugged him tightly.

Han’s heart leaped at the feel of her body against his. The shirt posed little protection and he could tell she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Five days without sex was simply five days too many for this Corellian and he felt, much to his embarrassment, his loins harden with his need for her.

Leia only smiled, however, as she peered up at him, somehow mollified by knowing that he’d been just as affected by their lack of love-making as she was. “You too, huh?” she murmured softly, she herself feeling hot and damp at the mere touch of his hand supporting her lower back.

Han groaned. “It hasn’t been five days…it’s been five years,” he said, nuzzling his nose against her hair.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “It’s been longer. Gods, I need you….” Sensuously, she rubbed herself against him, leaning up to kiss him hungrily and was rewarded by his agonized groan of pleasure.

“Ah, Leia, I can’t wait,” Han murmured, his hands already on her breasts, kneading them tenderly. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

And she didn’t. That night, alone in their cabin, alone on the ship, alone in space, they exchanged condolences, comforting each other in the most pleasurable way possible. And that night, Luke let them be.

“Leia…. Hear me, Leia….”

Leia was jolted into wakefulness and instantly afraid. What did he want now? “Luke…?” she inquired tentatively. “Luke, what do you want?”

Han mumbled in his sleep and rolled over, intending to take her in his arms, but finding only sheets. His eyes flew open and he looked around, but found no one in the room. Slightly alarmed, he got out of bed and went to the ‘fresher. He knocked on the door, but there was no reply, so he opened it and stepped inside. He blew out a relieved breath when he found she was merely taking a shower. Grinning, he opened the curtain and stepped inside the stall to join her. She didn’t seem to be aware of his presence, so, mischievously, he pinched her rear to get her attention. She spun around quickly to face him, just as he’d planned. When he bent to kiss her, however, he was surprised to find her eyes red and puffy, as though she’d been crying. Wary, he took her into his arms. “Hey…” he said softly. “What’s wrong?”

Leia smiled tentatively. “Nothing’s wrong,” she explained, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Everything’s perfect.”

Han stared at her, confused. Had she finally lost it? He couldn’t blame her if she had. Still…. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

“I mean,” she started, “that Luke’s back. He spoke to me and he apologized for everything he’s done.”

Assuming she’d merely dreamed it up, he hugged her. “Oh, honey…” he began, but she cut him off.

“You don’t believe me?” she inquired softly. “You think I just dreamed it, don’t you? Well, I didn’t. He woke me up and apologized. He said that Hanna finally got through to him. He saw me, and all he put me through, through her. Don’t you find it strange that he didn’t bother us at all last night? I mean, it was a perfect opportunity to torture me, don’t you think? I swear it, Han. When we get there, you’ll see.”

Han nodded slowly. “I believe you, Leia. I just hope it wasn’t a trick.”

Leia’s eyes hardened. “Why would it be a trick? Don’t you think I know my own brother?”

He sighed. “Leia, be reasonable….”

She pushed him away. “No, Han, you listen. He’s okay. He’s back and when we get there, you’ll see. You have to believe in him. You have to believe in me.” Han moved to embrace her again, but she stepped back. “No,” she shook her head. “No, please, just…. I—I need to be alone. I…can’t explain it.”

Han looked at her skeptically. “Maybe it’s Luke doing this?”

“Stop it!” She shouted over the running water. “It’s not Luke! He’s back to normal; he promised!” Again, Han advanced, but this time, she kneed him hard in the stomach and fled the ‘fresher. She avoided him for the rest of the day.

That night, Leia was haunted by horrible memories. At least, she was lead to believe they were memories. However, somehow they were twisted and interlocked, leaving her terrified of her own husband.

“No!” Han heard Leia scream for the umpteenth time in her sleep. He’d been trying for what seemed to be ages to get her to wake up, but nothing was working. That was the last straw; Luke had to be doing this to her.

“Leia, listen to me!” Han cried. “It’s not real; it’s a dream! Luke’s doing this; don’t listen to him!”

Finally, Leia awoke, but he soon found that he wasn’t much better off then before. She pushed him away violently when he moved to hold her. “Stay away from me or I’ll kill you!” she cried. “I mean it!” She pushed him again.

“Leia?” he stuttered. “What are you talking about? What did Luke say to you?”

“He reminded me of what the truth is,” she said hotly. “Now, stay away from me!” Han caught her wrist as she moved to hit him. “Don’t touch me!” she screamed, a hint of fear in her voice. “I mean it; stop!”

Han flipped her over and pinned her down and for the first time, he saw panic light her eyes. He would regret this, but he saw no other way. “Leia, stop it,” he said firmly. “Stop it and listen before I have to hurt you!” He knew he wouldn’t, but he also knew that saying so would get her to listen. Finally, she stopped, tears forming in her pleading eyes, as if to say “Please, no!”. Han sighed. “Ah, honey…. Leia, I’m not going to hurt you. I never did. Luke put those thoughts into your head.”

Leia blinked, as though coming out of a trance, uncertain of her surroundings. “But…” she said in a small voice, “but he said he was okay….”

“I know he said that,” he murmured. “But it’s not true. Don’t you see? It was a trick, just like I said. He wanted us to let our guard down. And he wanted you to turn to the dark side too. Can’t you believe me?”

She shut her eyes for a moment, thinking it over, struggling to remember what was real. He was right. She let out a shuddering sigh, and peered up at him. “I’m sorry,” she choked around the lump in her throat. “You’re right; it was all my fault, not yours.”

“What?” he inquired quietly. She’d gone all that time thinking she was at fault? Talk about having a hell of a chip on your shoulder. “No, no, no,” he whispered, kissing her softly, then rolling off her so as to hold her in the crook of an arm. “It wasn’t your fault either, honey. None of this ever was. Believe that; this was just something that happened. It wasn’t preventable. Even you couldn’t have stopped it.” He stroked her hair softly, letting her weep into his chest. “It’s alright,” he assured her. “It’ll be alright, I promise.”

“But what if it isn’t?” she asked weakly. “What if it’s always going to be like this?”

Han had no answer for that one. But, he didn’t need one, because, before he could answer, the alarms systems went haywire. “We’re approaching Endor,” he said, easing away from her so as to dress. She followed suit. They headed for the Cockpit. Here goes everything….