Telling
Here's a fic written by Kit - it's funny! ^.^
Title: Telling
Pairing: Han/Luke
Warnings: slash!
TELLING
Han ran his hands through his hair and sighed, memories of the afternoon swimming in his head. It was his fault Luke was mad at him, once again he had let his temper get out of control.
Luke wasn’t doing anything, just casually talking to one of the new pilots. It wouldn’t have bothered Han so much if it hadn’t been this particular one, Arka Tara from Roon. She was a Twi’lek, with lovely dark molten purple skin, long graceful limbs and a smile that could melt butter.
Han had been searching for Luke. Leia wanted to talk to him about something and had found Han. She told him to look for Luke and give him a message. He’d found Luke in the landing base.
Han had filled with rage and jealousy when he discovered his friend conversing with the Twi’lek. He watched as Arka laughed a high, beautiful laugh, arching her neck and licking her lips. Luke was smirking and leaning casually on the T-65 X-wing starfighter he was supposed to be working on. He was covered in grease and sweat ran down the side of his face, with the hint of chest showing through his tunic. By any gods he looked hot.
Han wasn’t the only one to notice. He watched the Twi’lek eyeing Luke as if he were supper. He realized that he couldn’t stand this a moment longer, and before Han could think better of it he was sprinting to Luke’s side.
"Hey, Luke," he said, patting his friend’s back.
"Hi, Han. How’s it going?" Lukes voice strained, almost commanding Han to go away.
"All right." Han replied, not bothering to acknowledge Arka. "Hey, how about you? Is that ‘little problem’ we talked about earlier doing any better?" He asked in a too loud voice.
Luke glared at him, his gaze piercing like a dagger.
"What problem?" He demanded, grinding his heel in to Han’s foot. Han yelped and jumped back.
"You know- the fungus!" He said loudly, whispering the word fungus. Luke looked ready to kill Han, but it had worked. Arka looked a little disgusted and more then a little confused.
"Is it contagious?" She asked, backing away. Han answered before Luke could say anything.
"Oh, highly."
Arka turned and strode away, an appalled look on her face. The last thing Han heard was her muttering about wasted time. The second she was out of earshot, Luke exploded.
"Why did you do that?!" He shouted.
"You’re to good for her, she’s a-"
"What gives you the right to chose who is good enough for me? Besides, we were just talking."
"Oh yeah, I saw you talking," Han growled defensively.
"You embarrassed me!"
" Well she was hanging all over you!"
"So you’re defending what you did?"
"Right to the ground."
"You are impossible! Why would you do that? We were just talking, I- Oh!" Luke’s eyes lit up with sudden understanding.
No. Han begged the universe, don’t let him know please don’t let him know.
"If you liked her you could have told me."
"Little miss perfect? Hell no," Han retorted.
"Then why?" Luke stood there waiting for Han to answer. He was still angry, and still looking gorgeous
" ‘Cause..." This was his chance to tell Luke his feelings, to tell him about the way his heart beats in his throat when Luke touches him, the way he made him feel like he was falling in love for the first time, but in such a stronger way. A way he had never felt before. But nothing came out, he was exploding with emotions and nothing came out. Damn.
"…‘Cause you deserve better."
"You’re impossible!" He turned and walked away, leaving Han feeling stupid and around a standard cube tall.
Luke had avoided Han at nightmeal and Arka had avoided Luke, so really no one was happy that night. Now, Han lay on his bunk, staring at the ceiling. Han’s mind filled with plots to win the kids heart, but they all made him feel like a love struck teenager. He gave a bitter, self-mocking laugh and rolled over, determined that he would tell Luke tomorrow.
The next morning, Han woke before sunrise. He showered, ate morningmeal, and talked to Lando for about an hour before he acutely made his way to the Landing bay. He held his hands in the pockets of his jacket, totally intending to spill to Luke, Gonna do it... got to do it…
Han was complete determined to talk to Luke, no interruptions, no detractions.
"Chewie!" Han turned just in time to see his furry friend leave the landing bay with a grumpy expression, or so it looked- it was rather hard to read a wookie’s face.
"Hey, Chewie, what’s the matter?"
The wookie gave a tremendous growl in response.
"Really? bad Luke...I mean luck...bad luck."
The wookie growled again.
"Am not… you great beast," Han walked away. Chewie shook his head sadly at his best friend. Pathetic, he thought.
Han was a bit huffy now. Instead of entering the landing bay, he circled around. Han wasn’t sure when things between him and Luke changed. It started as simple attraction, then an unexplainable fondness. Luke wasn’t what he had expected; he wasn’t just a head strong kid, like he’d first thought... Maybe he was then, and he had grown in to a brave and powerful man before Han’s eyes. The fondness had eventually grown into admiration, and slowly in to what he felt now, actual love. Was it love?
Looking at it now he relished that he too had changed. He was no longer just some cocky, over confident smuggler. He was worth something, more then a bounty, more then what he was smuggling. It felt good, it was right, but something was missing.
________________________________________________________________________________\ ____________"Looking good Luke!" Luke smiled as the head mechanic looked over the X-wing he was fixing.
"Let me fire it up and we’ll see how she sounds," the Head said, as Luke put a small yellow substance in to his ears. The head climbed into the cock pit and firing up the engine. A horrible gurgling sound filled the landing bay.
"Maybe a bit more work," Luke sighed.
"Luke, can I talk to you?" Han asked, he finally got up more nerve and reentered the landing bay, approaching the object of his desire cautiously.
"Donnean, I’m going to daymeal. I’ll do this later," Luke called.
"Ok, in the meal room then," breathed Han.
They walked to the meal room in silence, both keeping their eyes forward. The meal room was nearly deserted; they sat across form each other.
"So- er, how is the um, x-wing repairs coming..."Han stopped as Luke didn’t look up. Taking a deep breath he started again, "Ok, I’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time..."
Luke didn’t look up from his food, but he didn’t eat it either. He just kind of pushed it around with his fork.
"Well, please don’t hate me," No response.
"Luke I ... I think, well, it didn’t start this way, but… I think...you make me feel like no one has ever before. I think that well ... I just I’m really not good with this, but I think...Ugh, now I feel like such an idiot," Han paused, realizing that Luke was ignoring him.
"Damn it Luke! I love you!" As soon as he said it he knew it was true. He did love Luke, despite the obvious lack of feelings in return. He loved Luke.
Luke looked up from his plate of food.
"Oh!" He gasped, reaching up to his ear. He removed a large wad of yellow gunk from each ear, grinning broadly.
"Tatooinian bee’s wax," he explained. "Sorry, it’s really loud in the Landing bay so I use that stuff. I needed to think so I kept it in." He looked up at Han. "What were you saying?"
"Never mind."