Using prompts from my fiction writing class, I wrote several small, drabblish looks into Neal Caffrey’s life. AU, pre-canon, or missing moment on a drabble-by-drabble basis.
Did you ever wonder what life would have been like in a galaxy far, far away if Han Solo was a prince, as C-3PO (incorrectly) said he was in COPL?
Anakin didn’t fall to the Dark Side of the Force. Han Solo is Prince of Corellia. Leia is a Jedi/Senator, and her two brothers are Jedi as well. Life’s different, but it’s Solo and the Skywalkers, so if one thing’s for sure, it’ll be interesting.
The prince turned to look at Leia Amidala-Skywalker, who was running her finger along the rim of her wine glass. She must have felt his gaze, as she looked up, her wide eyes meeting his. She looked positively beautiful; her long hair cascading down her back in ringlets, a silky turquoise dress clinging to her small figure. Solo got up and casually strolled over to her, a beer bottle in his hand. “You know you haven’t said as much as a word to me since I’ve arrived here,” He told her, sitting down next to her on the couch. He took a sip of beer and waited for a response from her.
“Well what do you want me to say?” She countered, her expression hardening. She swished the wine around in her glass, her eyes meeting it with a steely gaze. “I have nothing to say to you,”
“Dance with me,” Han half-demanded, holding his chin up high. “We’re the only ones not dancing,”
“I don’t dance,” She replied simply, reaching over and placing her glass on the kaffe table in front of her. She pursed her lips, turning back towards the prince.
“C’mon,” He grabbed her hands and led her to the makeshift dance floor. He guided her hands to his shoulders, then put his on her hips.
“I don’t know how to dance!” She protested, her eyes even wider than usual.
“It’s easy,” He smiled at her, spinning her around. He stopped her and pulled her into him, her back pressed against his chest. The song came to a close; the females curtsied to their partners, and the males bowed. Leia just blushed madly, muttered her thanks and walked off, heading straight for her bedroom. The prince exhaled deeply and ran his hands through his dark hair. That wasn’t how he’d planned it would end.
