Big old Disclaimer:George Lucas owns the fighting combo of Jango and Boba Fett,as well as all Star Wars' characters,yadda,yadda,yadda.This is just for fun not profit,blah,blah,blah.You know how it is......

The only character that is mine is the nameless son of Boba Fett,who actually is based after another fanfic author's character (warning:blatent promoting of another fanfic about to appear) check out "Fett Dynasty",if you want to know what I'm talking about.

This story is dedicated to working dads and my fellow fic writer Ivy.

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Jango Fett smiled in his firm,yet fatherly manner,as his young son Boba fired moving targets on the range in front of them.His marksmanship was far better than Jango's had been at that age,of course at the time Jango had spent more time on his father's harvester doing repairs,rather than shooting a practice pistol.

Boba turned his head and smiled proudly at his father,"I've improved,haven't I dad?",he asked with all the boyish charm a ten year old could muster.His father gave an approving nod,which made young Boba playfully take out two more targets,disintegrating a Gungan's image to dust in his merriment.

"Easy there,killer!",Jango exclaimed rubbing the boy's hair,"You have to leave something as evidence if you want to get paid",he advised in amusement.His son would make a fine hunter one day,surpassing even his own legend as he passed that of the Mandalorians,Jango thought.Still he was only a boy....and unlike himself Jango wanted him to remain one for a little while longer.

The young curly haired boy was resetting the range,when he noticed the slightly creased brow on his father's features and the serious look below it."What is it,dad?",he asked curiously,stopping his activities.The fear arose in the pit of his belly that perhaps he had done something wrong,and his own face mirrored his father's.

The older Fett smiled once more,but this time with a hint of sadness this time,"It's nothing son....I was just thinking about when I was your age...",he replied quietly.

Boba bit his lower lip slightly,it wasn't good when his father dwelled on memories of the past.The boy had heard the stories,the deaths of his grandparents when his father was a mere boy....a boy of ten years."Dad.....I'll never let you die!",he blurted out suddenly,grabbing his father around the waist and hugging him tightly.

The boy knew that his father would reprimand him for such an emotional outburst,one should control their emotions and make use of them,not the other way around,Jango would advise.But Boba didn't care,his father was the only family he had....he couldn't bear the thought of being without him.The fact that there were thousands of copies of the man within the same city meant nothing,a million clones could not replace Jango Fett as far as his son was concerned.

The older hunter rested one hand gently on his son's head,"It will happen one day,nothing can stop that..........but I promise you it won't be today",Jango said quietly."Why don't we go fishing for awhile?",he asked,trying to change the mood,both father and son enjoyed passing the time together out on the big docks.

Boba gave a silent nod with a small smile,he was use to his father's distraction tactics,"Fishing sounds great,dad",he replied,hugging his father even tighter and finally releasing him.

Boba Fett's brow furrowed slightly as he thought about the events of that day long ago,it seemed like another lifetime....perhaps it was.A young voice broke him from his train of thought,sounding familiar yet different from the one years ago........

"What is it,dad?",asked the curly haired boy standing just in front of him,the child had a look of concern plastered across his face."Nothing son,just...thinking about when I was your age",Fett replied flatly,"Go back to practicing....don't let me distract you".

The young boy gave a mischevious grin,"My age?",he repeated,his father arched an eyebrow at the response."That must have been a hundred years ago....",the child mocked as he reactivated his lightsaber and concentrated on the small droid that hover in the air.

There wasn't even the slightest tingle in the force when the former bounty hunter drew his weapon,and fired upon the pratice droid,rendering it into slag.The boy looked sheepishly at his armored parent,"I guess you didn't find that amusing....?",he asked in a small voice.

"Not in the least...",Boba Fett replied tersely,sporting his usual frown."Don't get too big for your flightsuit,jedi",he grunted,but an unsavory chuckle escaped the hunter a moment later,"The look on your face is priceless.....well,almost priceless",Fett snorted.

"Dad,you're terrible",the boy replied flatly.There was a time he knew his father was angry that he took up the jedi practice,as well as the art of the hunt,but with some subtle convincing from his mother the bounty hunter conceded to the idea."So your mother likes to remind me.....",Fett replied as he reprogrammed another practice droid for his son.

The dark skinned boy with curly hair reminded the hunter so much of himself as a youth,and yet was so unlike him as well.His blue eyes seemed to reflect all of the light and life around them,his father's were dark and mysterious and seem to swallow everything."He must have been a great man...",Fett's son said thoughtfully,"Who was...?",the older man asked wondering what brought that statement from his son. "Grandfather....Jango Fett,I can tell when you're thinking about him",the boy said giving his father a soft smile,"You always have this sad thoughtful look....".

Boba Fett gave a nod,"Yes...he was a great hunter....and an even better father",he said in a quiet tone.The mandalorian smiled at his son,"One of these days I'll tell you the tales of his glorious days of his misspent youth",he said with a little mirth.

"He sounds alot like you,dad",the boy said giving his father a loving smile,Fett reached out and rubbed the boy's head affectionately,and replied with a small smile of his own in a slightly more accented voice,"More so than you know,son............more than you know".