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This story is No. 3 in the series "Dawn Solo". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Ever since Han and Chewie rescued her, he had been running a constant stream of "What were you thinking?" and it was starting to get annoying. Written for the 2011 August Fic-a-Day.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Star Wars > Dawn-CenteredkerrykhatFR711,085181,6749 Aug 119 Aug 11Yes
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and related characters; George Lucas owns "Star Wars" and related characters; I own nothing.

Author's Note: A lot of details come from the Han Solo Trilogy by A.C. Crispin. If you want a good read with Han's backstory right up until he meets Luke and Obi-Wan, read them.

“I leave you for two minutes, Dawn, and what happens? Boba Fett kidnaps you!” Han was almost yelling as he punched in the coordinates that would send The Bria to hyperspace and get them away from the rock where Fett had been holding her.

Behind him, Dawn Solo made a face at the back of her brother’s chair. He had been running a constant stream of, “What were you thinking?” ever since he and Chewie arrived to help rescue her from Fett and it was starting to get repetative.

“It’s not like it was my fault!” she protested, arms crossed and a stubborn expression on her face. “If you hadn’t been distracted by sucking face with Salla, Fett wouldn’t have gotten that chance.” Dawn didn’t like Han’s girlfriend. She didn’t like how the woman dismissed her and talked down to her, even though Dawn wasn’t a kid any more. You grew up fast when you worked for Garriss Shrike.

“My girlfriend isn’t the point here, kid,” Han argued back, turning around in his chair to face Dawn. “The point is that Fett was trying to use you to get to me.”

From the copilot’s seat, Chewie growled at Han, telling him to leave Dawn alone. Chewie often ended up stepping in the middle of the arguments the two Solo siblings. More often than not, it was on Dawn’s side of things, much to Han’s annoyance. Dawn loved the Wookie. He was a weird mix of Dewlanna, who had helped raise her, and Muuurgh, her brother’s old buddy who she had stayed with while Han was at the Academy. Plus, not as annoying as her older brother could be when a woman caught his eye.

“Thank you, Chewie,” she said, getting out of her seat and walking towards the back of the freighter where their bunks were. Climbing into her bunk, she curled up on her side with her back to the room in case Han followed her. She didn’t want to talk to him right now.

She didn’t close her eyes, though. It was only now that the entire situation was really starting to hit her, how scared she had been. Not really for herself, but for Han. Her brother and Chewie were all that she had, and if Fett had gotten his hands on them and delivered Han to Topaz or whatever his name was that had put the bounty out on Han, she didn’t know what she’d do.

She swallowed and tried to put those thoughts out of her head. But it was hard not to when images of the armor-clad bounty hunter kept flashing before her eyes with his gun pointed squarely at her brother.

“You think I was too hard on her,” Han said to Chewie. His co-pilot had been giving him the silent treatment ever since Dawn had stalked off to the back of the ship, and it wasn’t hard for Han to figure out why. Chewie may have owed Han a life-debt, but he viewed the younger Solo like a cub, a lot like how Dewlanna had seen him back with Shrike.

Chewie looked over at Han and nodded his head. Han sighed and rubbed his hand across his face.

“What was I supposed to do, Chewie?” Han replied, starting to get defensive. “She’s going to be a target, now that the bounty hunters know that she’s with me and that I’ll go after her if any of them lay a grimy hand on her.”

Chewie’s response, somewhere along the lines of, “I’d rip their arms out first,” didn’t make Han feel any better about the situation. Fact was, it was his fault that Dawn now had a target painted on her back and even with his newfound patron, Jabba, there wasn’t much he could do to get rid of it. Especially since Fett now seemed to have it out personal for him since that little incident with Lando.

Biting back a curse, Han got out of his chair and walked towards the back compartment. He paused before he went inside, though, trying to get himself under control. Yelling at Dawn wasn’t going to help at this point.

Dawn and Han weren’t exactly sure if they were truly blood related. Dawn had appeared on Shrike’s ship as an infant after Han had been there for a few years, but Shrike had said she was a Solo and so had instantly found herself under Han’s protection. They could have run a DNA test to be sure, but neither of them felt the need to. They were Solos and Solos stuck together. Even when Han had left the Trader’s Luck to earn enough money to pay for his admission in the Imperial Academy at Ylesia, he had taken Dawn with him, despite the risks.

Which brought him squarely back to his current problem. Dawn running away from Muuurgh and Mrrov to join him and Chewie was as big of a sign as he needed that he wouldn’t be able to send her away. She’d find a way back to him, even if it meant conning her way through several planets like she had done. He hadn’t known whether to kill her or give her a medal for that little accomplishment when she found him on Coruscant.

“I know you’re there,” came a muffled voice from inside.

Caught, Han quietly stepped inside the sleeping cabin and found his sister curled up on her bunk, facing away from him. He put his hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

“I don’t know if it was brave or stupid of you to try to annoy Fett as much as you did,” Han told her, saying the first thing that came to mind.

“I figured if I annoyed him so much, he’d had me over when you and Chewie showed up,” Dawn answered, turning slightly so that Han could see her face. “Didn’t work, though.”

“Next time, use his helmet as a drum,” Had advised, leaning up against the bunks. “That way he won’t be able to shoot straight.” Dawn giggled at this, and Han let out the breath he had been holding in. If Dawn could laugh about it, then things were going to be OK.

Silently, as he and Dawn started discussing ways to use Fett’s armor against him, Han promised himself that he’d kill the next bastard who tried to kidnap his little sister with his bare hands. That is, if Chewie didn’t get to him first.

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