Han sighed, sinking into the chair, another glass of Corellian whisky in his hand. The day had not gone well. The hushed tones of everyone on the command ship had driven him to distraction long before the ceremony had taken place. Leia's grief - not just for Wedge or the other kid who'd died with him, but also exorcising the last demons of her own time on the Yavin Death Star coupled with the sudden realisation of how badly Luke might have been injured if that little stunt they'd pulled had gone wrong... For a while she'd been okay, pulling on a public face. She'd insisted that she be the one who attended to JavraH's older brother, meeting him when he arrived from the Talna base, guiding him through the medal ceremony with that infinite patience and grace she always used as a shield.

And then, of course, there was Luke. He'd stood by Wedge's coffin, aloof and detached, eyes blank and emotionless. Even when Ackbar had laid the Medal of Honour on the top of the coffin, there had been no reaction from the Jedi - almost as if he was totally demoralised, as if Wedge's death had somehow been the last straw of some greater catastrophe of which no-one but he was aware. Then afterwards he and Lando had drunk themselves quietly into a stupor and Chewbacca had eventually given Han a hand, getting the comatose kid into bed while he had handled Lando.

Han sighed, muttering under his breath....

Chewbacca whuffed a comment, growling under his breath as he dropped into the opposite chair. "You said it, buddy!" Han agreed.

The door chimed. Han pulled a face, swearing as he dumped the glass on the table, dropping his legs onto the floor. He pushed himself to his feet, crossing to the door, throwing a "what now?" look at Chewie. The door opened.

Luke grinned at him, then tumbled into the room, missing his footing to sprawl in a heap on the floor, giggling. Chewbacca moved, Han reaching down, "Luke...." he breathed, exasperated.

"Hah!" Luke said, suddenly sitting up under his own power, grinning, "Fooled you!" The grin faded, "Man, do I have a headache..."

Han and Chewie looked at one another as Luke pressed his hand to his head, starting to get up. Han took one arm, Chewie the other, hauling him to his feet.

"Thanks," he smiled, wandering across, slumping into one of the chairs.

"I'm surprised you're even awake, let alone walking!" Han accused, walking quickly to the table to rescue his whisky as Luke reached for it.

Luke shot them both a grin, "I sort of over-did it, didn't I? How's Leia?"

"Worried about you!" Han relented at the look on the younger man's face, shaking his head, "She's asleep at the moment...."

"Was asleep," a drowsy voice told them from the bedroom door, "How can so few people make so much noise!" Han turned as she wandered over and she kissed him then patted him on the cheek, looking up into his eyes. She started to say something, but he placed a finger gently against her lips, telling her softly, "I know." She smiled, reaching up to kiss him again, then turned, moving past Luke to sit on his other side.

"I hope you have a headache!" she admonished.

"Man," Luke groaned, "Do I ever..."

"Wedge would have been proud of you," she remarked, gently. "Even he couldn't put away as much alcohol as you did today!" she explained as he looked at her, expression puzzled.

 He smiled sadly, capturing her hand, "I didn't handle it too well, did I?"

Chewbacca groaned a remark that brought laughter to Leia's face. Han swiped at him, "Don't listen to him, Kid!" Chewbacca chuckled, sitting down.

Han joined him, "Everyone thought you handled it fine," he assured Luke.

"Composed and reserved," Leia concurred.

"Yeah," Luke sounded unconvinced.

There was a moment's silence, then Leia began, "Do you remember the medal ceremony on Yavin. Afterwards, when you and Han got blind drunk..." She looked across at her lover, who's expression was suddenly innocently vague, "Wedge not only managed to get you to bed," she continued, turning back to her brother, "but got you sober for the next run..."

Luke nodded, slowly, "I don't remember much about the party, but I remember Wedge pouring this vile stuff down my neck!"

"And the time," Han added, "That he thought his luck was in with that brunette ground tech.... and it turned out it was you she was after!" Luke grinned, nodding. "You should have stuck in their, Kid!" Han reproached, "She was gorgeous!"

"She only wanted me for my body...."

Leia laughed, a warm, genuine sound that Han hadn't heard since before the evacuation of Mitre. Luke had blushed and Han couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped from his throat.

"So much happened, between Hoth and Endor..." Luke began again, the sadness back in his voice, "I thought I was doing okay.... but Wedge... finding him like that, seeing what he'd gone through. And then when he just slipped away.... I guess I just.... flipped," he finished, his eyes filling up again.

"We all did," Leia assured him. "Look at Lando.... and all I did was bury myself in arrangements for the ceremony...." She looked up at Han, who had moved to sit beside her, dropping an understanding arm around her shoulders, "Because it was the only way that I had to keep my objectivity..."

The intercom buzzed. They looked at each other, then Han leant forward, pressing the button, "General Solo."

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Sir, but the freighter Glan'enn has just dropped out of hyperspace. Her Captain is asking for either you or Lieutenant-Colonel Antilles."

Han looked at Leia and Luke. Leia shrugged. "Put him through, Lieutenant."

The three dimensional image of a grizzled, grey haired man appeared. He smiled looking round the room, "I'm sorry, General, am I interrupting something?"

Han shook his head, "No, we were just drinking to the memory of an old friend. We were jumped on the way to meeting you, Captain. Lieutenant-Colonel Antilles was taken prisoner.... he died..."

Anger and disgust washed across the man's face, "I'm sorry for your loss, General. When you didn't show up," he admitted, "we thought it had to be something like that, especially with the news of the Senate and that other damned space station. That's why we're here. Thought it was about time you guys got a little extra help, so I stopped off at a few additional ports and discovered that people are mighty worried about the goings on in Coruscant. As a direct result, I have four hundred cases of your fighter and bomber components on board. Not to mention three holds full of food and three hundred and eighty seven people crammed into this baby! Not including my crew...."

He grinned, "General Solo, we offer the services of the Glan'enn, her crew and her Captain to the Rebel Alliance Forces...."