Leia and Han have a private discussion about her Jedi abilities that she hasn't learned to use. The couple go in search of a troubled Luke.
Leia found him outside.
He stood motionlessly on the terrace, gazing out into the gardens. He seemed unaware of her presence.
His hands were clinched into tight fists. His head was bowed slightly in reflective thoughts. His cassock hung casually and loosely over his well built body. Her eyes drifted down his figure to his waist, where his lightsaber hung casually from his belt.
She was having great difficulty sensing him through the Force. It was almost as if his presence was as far away as his thoughts.
The queen's right Luke's quite a catch. He's a hero, Jedi Knight and good pilot.
Besides, not many men are as genuinely compassionate about others as he is. Plus, he's an incredibly handsome and desirable man ... for a man who's my brother.
She didn't blame other women for being attracted to Luke. Heck if he wasn't her brother she'd chase after him, Leia thought with a brief twinge of jealousy.
"Is he okay?" Han asked, jostling her out of her reverie.
Her concern for Luke blazed in her eyes. "I don't know, Han."
He pulled her into his embrace, holding her close. "Do you want me to talk to him?"
"I'm not sure whether you should to talk to him or I should," Leia said.
"Maybe you should," Han suggested. "You two are really close."
"We are," Leia said, "But somehow I have the feeling I should leave him alone."
"You're kidding me, right?"
"Han," Leia said with a note of frustration in her voice.
"I don't see what the problem is. You just go up to him and talk to him.
"It's not that simple," Leia said. "He's a Jedi now."
"And so?" Han said gesturing toward Luke. "Can't you sense him through the Force?"
She nodded negatively. "Not exactly. He's trained in the ways of the Jedi. I'm not."
"Hasn't he shown you how to do this stuff?"
She sighed. "Not exactly, Han."
Han glared at her. "What do you mean not exactly?"
She distanced herself from him. "I haven't asked him to show me, Han."
"I haven't had time," she said lamely.
He didn't buy it. He lowered his voice. "Leia, you're a Skywalker."
Despite her deep hatred for Darth Vader, Luke's name didn't irk or anger her. However, it didn't change the fact Skywalker had once formerly been Vader's name.
She gazed at him coldly. "That name isn't something I'm too proud of, Han."
"For goodness sake, Leia, Luke's a Skywalker."
She crossed her arms over her chest in defiantly. "So was you know who."
He swallowed hard. He had no love for Darth Vader. He'd hated everything Vader had done to her -- to both of them -- to all of them -- in the past.
He hated how he'd been powerless to stop Vader from doing the things he had to her -- to both of them -- to all of them. He really hated the Dark Lord of the Sith and probably always would.
She said. "See what I mean?"
"Is that what this is about? You don't want to learn to be a Jedi because you think you'll end up like .." he shuttered. ".. Vader."
"Wouldn't you think like that too, Han?"
"Let me see if I get this right, Leia," he paced slightly. "You're telling me you think becoming a Jedi Knight is a bad idea because all of them go bad, right?"
"I'd say the possibility that a Jedi can turn to the Dark Side is an excellent reason not become one," she remarked.
"Not all Jedis go bad, Leia. What about Kenobi? Or the other Jedi Master who Luke said trained him?" He looked at her demandingly. "What about Luke himself? Is he a bad Jedi? Because if you think your brother's a bad Jedi or will turn to the Dark Side, then we've got serious problems."
"Luke's not a bad Jedi. I don't think he'll turn to the Dark Side either. He's not anything like my..." She refused to refer to Darth Vader as her father.
"So the problem is you're afraid to learn to become a Jedi, Leia."
"I'm not afraid, Han." Her afraid -- it was preposterous. "It's just that I don't want to have to explain how I'm connected to all this."
"Who said you had to explain anything. Nobody has to know who your father was. I think that information can be kept between you and Luke. Besides if you ask me, it doesn't matter who your father was anyway. You're still a princess to me." He pulled her back into his embrace. "You're my Jedi princess, and I love you, Leia."
They were the sweetest words she'd ever heard. She kissed him. "Han, I love you."
Returning her kiss, he quietly reminded her. "Aren't we forgetting someone?"
She slowly disengaged herself and then glanced behind her. She noticed her brother's absence.
Worry etched her beautiful face. "Where did he go?"
"I don't know." he replied not really sure where the kid had wondered off.
"I've got to find him, Han."
He nodded. "I'll help you. Why don't you try to see if you can sense him?"
"I can't," she said in frustration. "His thoughts are as distant as his presence. I think it's because he's distracted."
"Why didn't you say so before?"
"I did," she pointed out.
Sarcasm laced his voice. "That's great. Just great."
"It's not my fault, Han!"
He frowned. "I'm not so sure about that, Leia, you should ask him how to do those things."
"I don't know, Han," she said sweeping the tip of her foot over the marble veranda surface.
"You need to stop making excuses about this. You need to learn. I mean it, Leia."
She wished she was having this argument with Luke. He always tried to avoid this debate. If the subject came up, her brother usually backed off because he felt he shouldn't pressure her into becoming a Jedi. However, with Han it was a different story. It was an argument she couldn't win.
She didn't want to tell Han she really didn't want to learn to be a Jedi. Han was right she was afraid.
Although Luke could train her well in the ways of Force and the Jedi, she had wishy washy feelings about Luke as a Jedi teacher. But who was she to judge her brother's abilities to train Jedi?
Luke was fairly new to the Jedi Order himself. Plus, he hadn't exactly trained Jedi apprentices before.
Maybe that's the problem. If Luke's circumstances were different, I'd feel more comfortable with him as a Jedi teacher.
She sighed resignedly. "All right, Han. I'll ask Luke to show how to do some these Jedi skills, I promise."
"I'm going to hold you to that, Leia."
The look she saw in his eyes indicated that he meant it.
Han and Leia roamed around the gardens searching for Luke.
"Talk about neglecting your responsibilities," he teased her.
She remarked dryly. "Very funny."
"Well?" He said flippantly.
Anger flashing in her eyes. "Are you going to start that again?"
He laughed. Sometimes she could be so uptight but he loved her for it.
"What's so funny?" She demanded, her hands planted firmly on her hips.
He smirked mischievously. "I never knew I'd find a bad family trait so attractive."
She charged at him furiously. "You scruffy looking..."
"... Nerf herder," he finished with a roguish smile.
She felt her anger quickly slipping away beneath the gentle touch of his love.
"Scoundrel is more like it," she retorted wryly, letting a smile cross her lips.
His smile broadened. "Scoundrel? I think I like the sound of that."
She kissed him quickly. "This isn't helping me find Luke."
"You don't think he..." His voice trailed off as he considered several possibilities.
"What?" She hoped he had some insight into Luke's whereabouts that she didn't.
He shook his head. "Nothing, but I'll tell you what, Leia, you'd probably never find him if he could do some of the tricks and Alestra and Trisha can do."
His words hit her like a slap in the face. Alestra's Jedi cousin, Trisha Summers, was the woman Luke loved.
"How could I have been so stupid?" She said aloud.
"Mind cluing me in here, Leia?"
"Trisha, Alestra's cousin," she said in delight like she'd just figured out some great puzzle.
"Yeah, what about her?"
"Han," she embraced him warmly. "Luke's in love with her."
He looked at her in surprise. "Wait a minute, are you trying to tell me the Kid has the hots for some woman?"
"She's not just some woman. She's a Jedi Knight."
"Right." He knew that.
"Don't you see, Han?"
"Not exactly," Han admitted, his stance casual. "It's kind of hard for me to imagine the Kid having the hots for a woman."
"Han, Luke does not just have the hots for a woman," Leia said insistently. "He's in love with her."
"He's still a kid," Han insisted.
"Luke will always be a kid to you, Han," she smiled at him. "He was 18 years old when you first meet him. So, this friend you met as a boy will always be a kid to you. But I hate to tell you Luke's a little more than a kid now. He's a man, and just like any other man I know it's possible for him to as you put it 'have the hots for a woman.'"
"I wasn't questioning Luke's manhood at all," he said defensively. "I just didn't know if it was possible for a Jedi to have a romantic relationship."
That thought had crossed her mind as well.
She nodded. "Just because Luke's a Jedi I don't think we should completely eliminate the possibility that he can be involved in a romantic relationship. Who's to say he hasn't been chasing or courting a woman? Or perhaps a woman might have been chasing or courting him?"
"The Kid in love?!?" He said stunned.
"It's hard to believe I know," she admitted. "I'm his sister and I'm jealous as hell."
"We're assuming an awful lot, don't you think?"
She wore a guilty expression. "I heard him say how he felt."
"I thought you said you couldn't do that, Leia."
She shook her head. "It wasn't that way. He murmured her name when I kissed him."
"I think I'm the only one who heard him," she said as they exchanged looks.
"I hope so, Leia, but maybe you should tell the truth," he lowered his voice. "About Luke being your brother."
"You think I should tell the queen the truth that Luke's my brother?"
"It might make things easier," Han said.
"Yeah, and it's politically suicidal," she pointed out dryly.
He shook his head in disgust. "Leia, I can't believe you'd use your brother like that."
"I'm not using him, Han. It's going to make me look bad if I tell the queen: 'Oh, Your Highness, by the way, Luke Skywalker is really my brother, and I'm really involved in a romantic relationship with the former smuggler and Alliance general you meet.' That'll go over really well, Han."
"It might work."
Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "No offense, but I don't think you're the one to give me political advice."
"I just thought it'd be easier and better for both of you if the truth were out in the open." He shrugged.
"No, I think that's a bad idea," she said. "You were right when you said that information should be kept between Luke and I."
"You know I'm not going to tell anyone."
"I know," she kissed him and then headed back to the Alliance headquarters building. "Come on."
"Where are you going?"
"I've got to stop neglecting my responsibilities," she said, flipping him a wistful smile.
They returned to the hall, but most everyone was gone. Mon Monthma told her the queen and her company had retired for the evening.
Disappointed she hadn't found Luke, Leia was quiet as Han escorted her to her quarters that evening.
"You're worried about him, aren't you?"
She gazed across the star-filled skies. "Yes."
"I'm sure he's fine," Han assured her. "Besides, how far could he go?"
"I have no idea, Han. I wish I knew."
"I'd better go," He kissed her gently, turning to leave. "There's something I want to check out."
"What are you up to?"
He flashed her his famous roguish smile in answer and then headed toward the hanger.
As he disappeared into the night, she called after him. "I love you, Han."