"Speak but One Rhyme"
Am-Chau Yarkona
Not my characters; I make no profit from this.
Answer to my own challenge set for the Luke_and_Han Yahoo group: a fic including
a rhyme. Quotations are from Act 2 of Romeo and Juliet.
"Luke?" Han said, leaning over his friend's sleeping body. "Luke, can you hear me? The doc said you might. Luke, it's me, Han. I'm here—it's time to wake up. Luke."
"Speak
but one rhyme, and I am satisfied," another voice added from the doorway.
"Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove'." Han turned. He
didn't like the sarcastic tone.
"Josh,"
he greeted, quietly. "I suggest you take your stupid quotations out of this
sick room and put them someplace *very* uncomfortable, or I'll do it for
you."
Josh ignored him. "Come, Luke; I conjure thee by fair Leia's bright eyes, by her high forehead and her scarlet lip."
"Stop
there," Han growled, stepping towards the intruder. He wasn't sure whether
he was more upset by the slight to Luke or to Leia, but either way, he wasn't
happy.
"By
her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh," Josh went on, regardless,
"and the demesnes that there adjacent lie." He finished, and smirked
at Han.
"Get
out," Han said.
"No."
The
blatant arrogance was the end of it; Han simply put his head down and charged.
Josh was taken by surprise, but fought back hard. When Luke finally woke, half an hour later, it was to the sight of medical orderlies righting knocked equipment and Han—bruises hidden under his shirt—sitting by his side.