Beyond - Legends Han/Leia Fanfic Challenge - February 2005

In honor of Valentine's Day, the February challenge is this:

Rewrite Han and Leia's wedding day

However, there is a twist to this:

Your story should include the following words:

1) mouse droids
2) fire
3) "Give me that blue milk!"

When you're finished, please post your response to this challenge in this thread.

Good luck!

 

This sounds like fun, too! I think I shall try!

 

Umm, lemme see . . .

Thinking, thinking, thinking . . .

*KR*

 

Ok... here is my silly entry into this challenge. It's not too good, I know!

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THE WEDDING OF PRINCESS LEIA ORGANA AND GENERAL HAN SOLO


Luke knocked on Leia's door very early in the morning. When there was no answer, he pressed his finger on the buzzer, not letting up until the door slid open, revealing a frazzled looking Princess in a thick bathrobe, her hair wrapped in a large towel.

"Just WHAT do you THINK you're - oh, it's just you," she snapped, turning around and hurrying away from the doorway.

Her brother quickly followed behind, carrying a package. "Who did you think it was?"

"Han."

"Han? The same Han that you're getting married to in four hours? That Han?"

Leia stopped so fast and spun around to face Luke that he almost ran into her. "Yes," she growled out. "Why?"

"Well.... you just seem a bit testy toward someone you're getting married to in a few hours," he pointed out, backing away from the lasers that seemed to be shooting out of her eyes. "Are you having a fight on your wedding day?"

"NO!" she yelled, then repeated in a softer tone. "No... we're not arguing. I just told him it's Alderaanian tradition for the groom not to see the bride, and he keeps bothering me anyway. He can be such a nerf." She glared at Luke again. "You're supposed to be making sure Han gets ready. Why are you HERE?"

"Chewie's the Best Man, err, Wookiee," Luke argued. "Isn't that his job?"

Leia rolled her eyes. "Right. Sure. Chewie's been Han's friend for too long, he's corrupted. If Han's late, or dressed wrong, it's your fault, brother."

"My fault," Luke mumbled. "Everything is always my fault...."

"Oh, quit it. You sound like Threepio," Leia said, smirking. "So, why are you here, anyway?"

Luke had almost forgotten the reason he'd come over. Smiling, he held up his package. "I came to give you this."

Frowning, Leia took the small carton and opened it up, peering inside. "What is it?"

"Milk. Blue milk."

"Why?"

"Well, according to Tatooine tradition, the bride and the groom are both supposed to drink a glass of blue milk before they get married," Luke explained to his sister.

"Why?"

"I don't know," Luke replied, exasperated. "It's just a tradition. Why does Alderaanian tradition say the groom can't see the bride?"

"Why would I have to drink blue milk?" Leia shot back. "I'm not from Tatooine."

"Fine," Luke said, snatching back his milk, irritated. "Don't drink it. See if I care."

Obviously, he cared enough that Leia had managed to offend him. "Give me that blue milk!" the Princess yelled, grabbing it back and stalking off into the kitchen with Luke rushing behind her. She promptly poured a large glass and gulped it down. It tasted completely disgusting, but Leia held her breath and finished it anyway. "There! Are you happy now?" She put the lid back on and shoved it back at Luke.

"Yes," Luke said, beaming. "Thank you."

"Get out of my apartment, brother. Now!"

************

Han was sitting in a chair, a cold compress against his forehead, when Luke came barging onboard the Falcon.

"Hi, Han!"

"Shut up," the Corellian muttered, not taking the compress off his eyes.

"You should be getting ready," Luke pointed out helpfully. "It's only three hours until your wedding."

"I'm gonna kill Lando and Wedge," Han whispered. "Just as soon as I can move out of this chair."

"They didn't make you drink and play cards all night," Luke pointed out cheerfully. "I told you not to get drunk. You should have listened to me. Getting drunk before your wedding night is stupid, anyway."

"It's not stupid.... it's a Corellian tradition. I'm gonna add you to the list of people I'm gonna kill if you don't shut up."

"Anyway," Luke continued, unfazed by the death threat. "I'm going to go get a glass and pour you some blue milk."

The Corellian didn't respond, so Luke hurried into the galley and grabbed a cup, then poured the milk. When he returned, Han hadn't budged, so

 

Hilarious!

 

Thank you, DarthIsthar!

 

Hilarious story, Mary!!

~Lelila

 

LOL! Thanks! You're only the second person that's read it!

 

Way cute!

Oh, dear, that was hilarious, GO. Wonderful work!

*KR*

 

That was great!

 

Here's one from me...

Wedding Disaster
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Leia was sitting in her kitchen in her apartment drinking blue milk. She sipped it, savoring its wonderful flavor...

"Leia Organa!" a familiar voice yelled from outside the door. "Are you ready?"

Curious, Leia got up to see what Luke wanted, taking the milk with her. "What?" she asked.

Outside, Luke crossed his arms and glared at her. "Give me that blue milk!" he said furiously.

"Why?"

"Have you forgotten? It's your wedding day!"

Leia's mouth dropped open. "Oh! I forgot!"

Luke tapped his foot. "I'll be back here in an hour. If you're not ready by then..." he let the sentence trail menacingly off, then turned and stalked off.

Leia quickly hurried inside to get ready.
***
A pair of mouse droids skidded down the hall, talking in droid-language.

"Is this the Senator's apartment?" one beeped.

"Yes, it is. Apartment number 42." the other answered.

They turned and beeped back down the hall toward a large alien sitting there.

"Coast clear." they said in unison.

The alien nodded and got up. It walked to the door, and struck a match.

Then the trio headed off, leaving the match there.
***
Leia was just fixing her hair, when she smelled something. She put her brush down and went to take a look.

Smoke was seeping in from under her door, and flames were crackling toward her. She took a deep breath, and went into the kitchen to grab a bucket. Then she tried to fill it with water, but the tap wasn't working. She filled it with blue milk instead.

She plunged into the flames, ignoring the burning sensation, and dumped the milk onto the flames. They vanished.

Leia heard footsteps coming up the hall, and then the door fell down. Han Solo stood there in his groom's clothes, staring at the burned wreck of the room.

Leia knew it was a sight. Everything was charred, including her; smoke was drifting everywhere, and she was standing in the middle, milk dripping off her skin, her hair and hands and face blackened with soot, and her wedding dress burnt almost to a cinder.

"What happened?" Han wanted to know.

Leia smiled. "Fire."

"Well." said Han with a grin. "You might need comforting after that."

He walked forward to where she was standing and kissed her. She relievedly kissed him back, until they were interrupted with a howl from the door.

"Oh." Han said sheepishly. "Sorry, Chewie. Didn't know we were late."

"I think we can afford to be a little later." Leia disagreed cheerfully.

"Well." Han answered. "Maybe we can."

And then, much to Chewie's disgust, they kissed again.
~~~

edit: my 100th post...yay!

 

LOL! Good way of working all those things in! Poor Leia! She really is having a hard time getting her wedding off!

 

Nice job Padawan

 

Thank you!

And I liked yours, too, GreatOne.

 

Great job, both of you!!! I loved them!

 

Wonderful!

 

These were wonderful. Luke food poisoning his sister on her wedding day.
Burning apartement.

LOL.
More complications for that too.

Not exactly you imagine your wedding day like that.