Author's Note: This is basically going off same concept as Chapter Fourteen of Unruly Narrative Lagomorphs – Cassus Fett was a farmer/warrior/sorcerer who reached a little too far and was a little too greedy and bound far too much power into his bloodline. It's not something his descendants have particularly appreciated, or relied upon. Until now perhaps.

The reason none of the other clones have it, is that Jango never considered them his children, only Boba. Yes, this includes Omega, I don't think Jango even knew about her.

Things had been going reasonably well, Fennec thought, most of Jabba's underlings had fallen into line, and the few who hadn't quickly Boba's generosity had defined limits. Their overtures to other criminal syndicates had been met with thoughtful consideration. If wisdom and common sense prevailed they could unite into a force to be reckoned with, and get ridiculously rich.

As long as they toed the lines Boba set.

She found the man himself standing on the balcony of his chambers at the top of the palace.

"Credit for your thoughts?" she asked wandering over to his side.

The corners of his eyes crinkled, and he gently snorted.

"Not certain they're worth even that much," Boba admitted.

"Ah," she breathed and joined him in watching the twin suns set.

"Tatooine was green once," Boba broke the comfortable silence that had fallen between them like the dusk, "the Tuskens have stories of when their home was a paradise of plant life and oceans. Collective memories of a the 'Better Time.' They believe it was the arrival of outsiders that caused it to desiccate into its present state," he paused, then added thoughtfully, "they may not be entirely wrong."

Fennec considered this.

"Help me take down my hair; I need to clean it."

Boba turned to look at her, eyebrow raised. By 'I need to clean it' she clearly meant, you need to clean it. He chuckled softly, following her back into his chambers.

Water for hair-washing was a luxury on Tatooine. Sonics were the most common hygienic device used.

Fennec did have that luxury in the Palace, but both she and Boba thought it set up a...dangerous double-standard if they wanted to take control of and hold Tatooine.

And they had to hold Tatooine if they wanted to re-establish and expand the criminal empire that the Hutts had held for so long.

Some luxuries were expected to be indulged in, while others weren't. Anything involving wasteful use of water Boba decreed they would avoid. Of course that didn't extend to little bacta farm Boba had had set up in the cellars of the Palace, but than again any he didn't use to heal himself was given, gratis, to anyone who needed it. Cultivating good will was on the long term agenda.

But what it all lead to was Boba standing behind a seated Fennec carefully unbraiding her hair and unweaving the red cord throughout it. Traditionally, no one other than her family or her spouse was suppose to touch it, but that was a tradition that Fennec long since abandoned. It was also suppose to remain unbroken or ill-fortune would fall on her, possibly even cutting short her life. Well, she idly thought as Boba gently worked one of the tiny knots she had made to repair it loose from a braid it had caught on, the may be some weight to that superstition.

And damn if the man didn't have some talented hands. Very few people would believe the same man who could crack a Tradoshan skull with his bare hands, had fingers nimble enough to untangle knotted hair with little to no pulling. And the patience to work through Fennec's preferred style. As he unwove each plait the warm pressure his fingers made her shoulders relax. She let out a little murmur of contentment when he picked up a brush and started running it through her hair. Gentle tugging that would stop if he encountered a tangle; he would carefully work through the tangle with a comb, and then resume brushing.

Once satisfied her hair was smooth and tangle free, he worked in the fine volcanic dust from Naboo from her scalp to the ends. It absorbed excessive oil and with it any dirt and impurities that may have collected in her hair. The soft, almost silky, perfumed dust was a luxury, most people using this method to clean their hair had to make do with Tatooine's sand, which worked but was coarse and harsh.

Boba was humming.

Then came another brush with its thicker bristles that sonically vibrated the dust and detritus bound to it off of her scalp and hair. It was one of the higher-end models, with a vacuuming action that pulled the dust into a container, again a luxury Boba deemed acceptable. There was no point cleaning one's hair if it went into the air to fall back on it. When that was done, Boba picked up a small bottle of a moisturizing potion, for as effective as the dust was for cleansing her hair, it did tend to leave it and her scalp a touch dry. Boba poured a bit into one hand than rubbed both hands together before working it through her tresses, and then up on her scalp. He was thorough, and more often then not Fennec would drift off into a pleasant haze as strong, warm, gentle hands worked.

A low chuckle broken her out of it.

"Do you want me to braid it now?" Boba asked.

"Not yet," she smiled.

Boba pulled a chair around to face her.

"You sure you don't want replace this?" he held out the thin red cord.

"It's suppose to represent my life," she smirked, "so no."

He pulled his hands back as she reached for it, and stared at it for a moment with an unreadable expression. He smoothed it, running it through his finger. Fennec felt her eyes widened as the knots disappeared and the cord was again long and unbroken as it had been when it had first been woven through her hair.

"Then let me give you back your life," Boba said seriously, as he took one of her hands and held it between his hands, the cord pressed against their palms.

Then he released her hand, abruptly standing up and returning to balcony.

And after a stunned moment, so did Fennec.

"Tatooine was green once," Boba said again, staring at the night sky, "and it's still alive."

Fennec nodded.

"Kamino is dead."

Fennec nodded again. Not certain why Boba was referencing his birth world.

"But it still has water. Water that could live again if it were here."

"Boba?"

Boba raised his arms, hands reaching as if to implore some deity. He was humming again, this time Fennec felt a shiver go down her spine.

And it began to rain on Tatooine. A soft rain. A gentle rain.

Fennec placed a hand on the small of Boba's back, and silently thanked that fate that brought him across her path.