Han's eyes cracked open a few millimeters. Intense light glared into them. Wherever he was, it was quiet. "Imps must have me in an interrogation room." He moaned, sitting up. He blinked and squinted. "Luke?" he asked, seeing the young man asleep in a chair across the room. Luke stirred. "They get you, too?" His voice grew angry, "I told you two to get outta there! Why'd you come back to-"

"Relax!" Luke comforted, finally getting a word in. "No one's been captured! We're in the hospital." Han looked puzzled, then he looked at Luke questioningly.

"A rebel hospital, right?" He inquired. "I'd rather die than be in an Imperial hospital." A dark look crossed his face.

"Yes, a rebel hospital. Didn't you know we'd get you back?" Luke asked.

"OK, so lemme get this straight; even though I told you to leave me, you got me outta there anyway." He paused, and Luke nodded. "And we're back at the base hospital?" Luke nodded again. Han shook his head. "I must've got cracked over the head real good. I'm not thinkin' strait.' He muttered.

Luke couldn't resist the wide open comment. "No, that's perfectly normal." he said, failing at an attempt to keep a strait face.

Han rolled his eyes. "That's the best you can do? I need to teach you a thing or two about zingers, kid." He shook his head. He was about to fire a comment of his own at Luke, when the door slid open. A white cloaked figure crept into the room, quietly closing the door behind her. "Well, if it isn't her Majesty Senator Organa?" he announced, bemusingly. "To what do we owe this great privilege? Come to make sure the lowly peasants are well? Or is this just for your image as a compassionate politician?" He sneered.

"I was foolish enough to have concern for you, Captain. I see your mouth is fully functional." She spat at him, angrily. She realized her fault too late. Han was quick to reply. "Why don't you give me a kiss to test it out, sweetheart. Who knows, I might turn from a toad to a prince." He smirked at her and winked.

Leia's rage was building up inside her. Luke knew she would explode at any moment, as always happened when she was around Han. He decided to throw some water on the fire. "I was just about to check Han out. The nurse says he's fine and can leave as soon as he's ready."

Han sat up and was about to get up and head for the door, when he remembered he was only wearing a hospital gown. "Ah, junior? Could you throw me my stuff?" He nodded toward his shirt and pants by Luke. "As much as I LOVE these things, I'd like to have my own clothes back." He said with thick sarcasm.

Luke complied, quickly tossing Han his outfit. Han pulled the gown off over his head and slipped into his shirt. He somehow managed to pull his pants on under the covers. He then swung his feet onto the cold floor, and grabbed his boots. Once they were on, he donned his jacket and gunbelt.

Leia was a little more than shocked at Han's behavior. To think, he has the nerve to just go and change right in front of me with nothing more than a sheet for privacy! She fumed internally. She just starred at him, mouth slightly agape. Han noticed her and grinned cockily. Leia blushed, and quickly turned the other way, pretending to be very interested in a chart of the nasal cavities of humans.

"I suppose you never get tired of looking at gorgeous men." He smiled at Leia.

Leia was enraged. She was about to lash out when she had a better idea. She smiled sweetly. "Oh no, I never tire of looking at gorgeous men..." She began. Han smiled proudly, but should have known better. Her smile faded instantly, "but I don't see how that has anything to do with a bantha like yourself."

Luke snickered, and Han's smiled faded. The Princess was really starting to get him riled. He admitted that he got angry easily, but for some reason, this little monarch made him more mad more quickly than anyone he'd ever known. And he'd known a lot of aggravating people.

He was about to spit his retort, when the door flew open. Thank the Force, Luke thought. I don't think I could have stopped that one. A young doctor in a crystal white jacket entered. There were two guards behind her. "Captain Solo?" She addressed Han.

"Yeah. Uh, the nurse said I was free to leave." He said, slightly whining.

"I'm sorry. That order has been revoked. You'll have to come with me." She said sternly.

"Look," Han began to get angry, "I feel fine. I need to get back to work. You guys are the ones always pining me to get all my paper work done. So don't go whinin' when it's not finished!"

The doctor held up her hands, blocking Han's exit. The guards behind her started to get out their blasters. "You're not staying here. This isn't a medical thing." She said, as she turned to leave. She gave Han one last, sorrowful look as she left.

"Captain Solo." The older guard addressed.

"What?" Han asked.

"If you'll come with us. Please remove your weapons." He held out a hand. Han was about to ask why, when he added, "You're being placed under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in a-"

"What do you think you're doing?" Han shouted, pulling away. His eyes grew wide. "Hey, if this is about my smuggling and other slightly shady activities, you can forget it! That's none of your business!"

The other guard moved behind Han and slapped the handcuffs on him as he yelled. The first guard looked at Han with obvious hatred, "You're under arrest for high treason. We have reason to believe you are responsible, by conspiracy, for the deaths of 137 rebel soldiers at the battle of Synegast." He was about to add his own thought on the matter when Han cut in.

"What?" Han's face grew red with anger. He wanted to reach out and strangle the guard. But, of course, his manacled hands prevented that. The officer smiled smugly. "Come along, you. We're taking you to a nice, cold cell. Back with the scum you belong with." With that, the two guards shoved Han out the door. He turned his head back just in time to see Luke and Leia's shared look of anger, sympathy, and shock. He gave them one last reassuring smile, though he didn't feel reassured at all, and was dragged off down the hall.