It was times like this that Danielle would have been perfectly happy attempting to fit two in an X-wing, because Han and Leia's tension was getting worse.

Not that it wasn't fun to watch, but being stuck in the same ship with them for hours . . . it got old.

She straightened up, dusting her hands off from helping C-3PO to the computer. "There you go, Threepio."

"Oh, where is Artoo when I need him?" the droid whined.

Danielle just patted his metal arm as the computer began whistling oddly. Danielle frowned at it as Han came in. "Hello," she told him.

"Hey," he nodded. "Goldenrod?"

"Sir, I don't know where your ship learned to communicate, but it has the most peculiar dialect," C-3PO told him. "I believe, sir, it says that the power coupling on the negative axis has been polarized. I'm afraid you'll have to replace it."

Han grimaced at that. "Well, of course I'll have to replace it," he grumbled, heading across the hold.

Danielle shook her head, grinning as she headed back to Leia. "Han just got told by a droid," she giggled.

"Did he now?" Leia asked, who was in the middle of welding a valve back in place in the circuitry bay.

"Negative power coupling," Danielle smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear. In the time they'd been on Hoth, her hair had gone nearly pin straight. Now, back where there was a bit more humidity, her hair had begun to regain its natural curl. "It was rather cute."

"Cute?"

Danielle gave her a look. "This is coming from the Nightsister from Dathomir who had never seen a droid before she met the two smugglers who saved her life."

"Right," Leia nodded, setting her gloves to the side. "Lovely."

Danielle tilted her head, regarding Leia with interest, before smirking and shaking her head. "Let me know if you need help," she said before she left.

***

Leia watched Danielle go before shaking her head and grabbing the lever with both hands. She twisted sharply, hoping to turn it, but it didn't budge. Narrowing, she tried again and again, and she admitted it, she jumped when Han's arms came around her to help. She narrowed her eyes, grabbed onto the lever telekinetically, and she wrenched it hard.

"Hey, Your Worship!" Han complained when she nearly hit him. "I'm only trying to help!"

"Would you please stop calling me that?" she snapped.

Han shrugged. "Sure, Leia," he replied easily.

Leia gritted her teeth. After all that time . . . "Oh, you make it so difficult sometimes . . . "

"I do," Han nodded. "I really do. You could be a little nicer, though. Come on, admit it. Sometimes, you think I'm all right."

Leia's hands slipped, and Leia cringed when she hit her knuckles hit the wall. She hissed, raising a hand to her mouth, before she turned to Han. "Occasionally, maybe . . . when you aren't acting like a scoundrel."

"Scoundrel?" Han repeated, looking more amused than offended as he tilted his head, inspecting her hands. "Scoundrel? I like the sound of that."

Leia instinctively stiffened when he took her hands. "Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Stop that!" She nodded at her hands. "My hands are dirty!"

"My hands are, too. What are you afraid of?"

"What do you think?" she snapped. "Or what do you think I wear those for?" She looked pointedly at her gloves.

But Han ignored her. "You're trembling."

"I'm not trembling," she tried to pass off.

"You like me because I'm a scoundrel. There aren't enough scoundrels in your life."

"I happen to like nice men," Leia told him.

He raised an eyebrow. "I'm a nice man."

"No, you're not. You're - "

So caught up in her thoughts, Leia hadn't noticed when the distance between her and Han had closed. Taking advantage of that momentary distraction, Han had ducked down and kissed her, regardless of her mutation or not. Leia froze where she stood, afraid of hurting him more than anything, but either he didn't care, or nothing was happening, and she slowly started to kiss him back -

There was a crash from outside of the hatch, followed by a strand of many colorful Dathomiri curses. Chewbacca's urfing laughter followed soon, and Danielle poked her head through one of the hatches. "Sorry," she told them, looking flustered. "Threepio got the reverse power flux coupling . . . isolated . . . " She cut off, then cleared her throat. "Um . . . sorry."

Han shook his head, pulling away from Leia. "Thank you," he told her, both honestly and sarcastically. "Thank you very much."

Danielle gave a thumbs up, but Han could see past the smirk she had on her face. He turned quickly to see that Leia had disappeared, and he turned back to Danielle with narrowed eyes. Danielle just gave him a smirk he didn't like. "I see," she told him slowly, sounding intrigued.

"Shut up," he grumbled, brushing past her.

Danielle just giggled to herself before she set to work on more of the valves around the area.

***

"Look, I'm sure it's delicious," Luke told the green creature cooking as they sat inside of his small mud hut, the rain pounding on the roof. "I just don't understand why we can't see Yoda now."

"Patience!" the creature scolded. "For a Jedi, it is time to eat as well. Eat, eat. Hot."

Luke eyed the bowl he was given before taking a small sip of the soup. He grimaced, looking down at it. OK . . . not tasting that again. "How far away is Yoda?" he asked instead of complaining out loud. "Will it take us long to get there?"

"Not far," the creature shook his head. "Yoda not far. Patience. Soon, you will be with him." He took a sip of the soup directly from the pot. "Rootleaf, I cook." He turned. "Why wish you become Jedi, hmm?"

"Mostly because of my father, I guess," Luke shrugged.

"Ah. Father." The creature nodded, looking thoughtful. "Powerful Jedi was he. Mmm. Powerful Jedi. Mmm."

"Oh, come on!" Luke huffed in exasperation. "How could you know my father? You don't even know who I am?" He shook his head. "Oh, I don't know what I'm doing here. We're wasting our time!"

The creature regarded him before sighing and speaking to the air. "I cannot teach him. The boy has no patience."

"He will learn patience," a familiar voice answered from nowhere.

Luke jerked from where he sat, looking around. "Hmm," the creature said, looking at Luke. "Much anger in him, like his father."

"Do you forget what he was like when you first taught him?" another voice, this one older, asked.

"His father was as well," a third voice, female, added.

"Hah," the creature shook his head, looking back at Luke. "He is not ready."

Luke's eyes widened in sudden understanding. "Yoda!" The creature nodded, and Luke looked around. "I am ready!" he insisted. "I . . . Ben!" He looked around for help, as if trying to see the man, like he had on Hoth. "I can be a Jedi! Ben, tell him I'm ready!" He began to stand up, and instantly banged his head on the ceiling. Cringing, he rubbed his head, already feeling his mutation set in to heal it, but he could swear he could hear that female voice giggling a little bit.

"Ready, are you?" Yoda asked, staring him down. "What know you of ready? For eight hundred years have I trained Jedi. My own counsel will I keep on who is to be trained! A Jedi must have the deepest commitment, the most serious mind." He raised his head, looking around slightly, as if to see the voices. "This one a long time have I watched. All his life has he looked away . . . to the future, to the horizon. Never his mind on where he was. Hmm? What he was doing. Hmph!" He pointed his gimer stick at Luke. "Adventure. Heh! Excitement. Heh! A Jedi craves not these things. You are reckless!"

"So was I, if you remember," Ben's voice pointed out.

"He is too old," Yoda pointed out. Luke eyed him, remembering what Danielle had told him. The Jedi initiates began training when they were infants, before they knew of emotions that could sway them to the dark side. But, she'd also said -

"So was his father," the older voice countered. Yes, that was right. Anakin Skywalker, after all, had been allowed to train when he was nine.

"He is too old to begin the training," Yoda insisted.

"But I've learned so much," Luke told him.

Then the female voice said in a whisper, "Please."

Yoda's ears drooped slightly, and he sighed. "Will he finish what he begins?"

Luke nodded furiously, not letting the voices respond. "I won't fail you." Yoda looked over at him. "I'm not afraid."

Yoda's gaze widened. "Oh, you will be." His voice dropped threateningly low. "You will be."

***

WOW, that took a long time to update. 10 months!!! Geez, all, I'm sorry! The Doctor Who fanfictions have taken up the majority of my time, so I am sooo sorry!

But . . . a new mystery to solve in here! Three voices . . . bet you can guess who they are. ;) We already know two (duh) and you can probably guess the other two. But who likes Danielle in here? Her actress has changed AGAIN. :/ I keep seeing more actresses I think portray Danielle better. Now? Alexa Davalos. :) And the GIF . . . lol, sweet at first, and then when you tick her off. :P

Hopefully I'll be able to update this more often. Thanks so much, guys!