While helping Grogu find a Jedi, an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the padawan of Ahsoka Tano but…Din's other life has caught up with him.

~(o.o)~

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin's cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din's new vehicle.

Kindly leave a review to bolster my confidence and muse and tell me what you think. Thank you!

Music: The MANDALORIAN / Danish National Symphony Orchestra (LIVE)

WARNING: ADULT EXPLICIT CONTENT

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 34

PROBLEMS

The witch has many moods and as many faces as the moon. Most of all, she is misunderstood.

~Kristen J. Sollee

PREVIOUSLY AT CHAPTER 33:

'Ahsoka, Din will not come to harm.'

'This is not right. Anakin. Din doesn't need anyone in his head Jedi or otherwise. What is it?' she stops when the man looks away with a sigh.

'I'm not the only one here.'

-o-0-o-

IN DIN'S MIND MELD~

'What does that mean?' The Togruta is stunned. 'Who else is here?' she jabs the area where they're at.

'One of his kind.'

'Who?'

'Tarre Vizsla."

'Who the hell is that?'

"He was the first Mand'alor…and a Jedi.'

'Really? And why is he here?' Ahsoka felt tense all of a sudden. Her lekku feels taut whenever she's stressed. It was sometimes hard to avoid massaging it to loosen it up. 'Who brought him here, Anakin?'

'He was the one who…"

Ahsoka stops herself from blurting 'I knew it!' and she wasn't surprised. 'I see. He talked to you and Mace. What does he want?'

'Din needs him because of the dark saber.'

'Why? Is there something wrong with it?' Every question deepens the frown on the Togruta's forehead. 'Din has used the Darksaber without problem. Have you met Mand'alor Viszla?'

'Yes.'

'Where is he?' Ahsoka's lips pursed in irritation. 'This is what I'm talking about! You always get hooked on these stupid...'

Then for a moment there Ahsoka saw a glimpse of the old Anakin from the short flash of temper. 'He's not 'here' here in that sense…'

'Okay, so make it make sense, Anakin!'

'You see the First Mand'alor's force ghost is in the…'

-o-0-o-

"That is a camtono of bullshit!" Din finally spoke after staring at Ahsoka. "The Mand'alor's ghost is in the saber? Really? You buy that?" Din quickly stands up and Ahsoka follows next. The Jedi seems to be contemplating something.

"It does sound outrageous but not impossible. A force ghost has the ability to inhabit any object they want."

"I think…ah, fuck! I don't know what to think anymore!" Din grabs the rolling chair and pushed it violently against the wall.

"But I've never had Anakin lie to me when he was alive." Ahsoka hops back to the table unfazed at Din's temper. "And he has no reason to lie now he's dead."

"Ahsoka, he was Darth Vader! And he's in my fucking head!"

"Don't freak out, Din. Hey…stop doing that!" Of course Din never listens. Her former stubborn padawan continues to pace the floor then slams his hand on the opposite walls.

"Don't? What if he decides to come back as Darth Vader and use me? Stop that!"

"So annoying!" With a smirk Ahsoka released him from her force hold. "Anakin told me he blessed all his abilities to you."

"Say again?" he whispers.

The beskar helmet moves this way and that as if…Oh, he's shaking his head, Ahsoka realized.

There's a strange feeling all the way down at his feet. It feels like his toes are on ice. "'Blessed?' It means what?"

"He lost the power to control you or otherwise." Ahsoka waits for any reaction from Din.

"He showed himself to me before my people came."

"Really? Funny he failed to mention that." Din reacted with a shrug at her annoyed tone. "What did he say?"

"He wanted to guide me."

"Oh, is that so?" Ahsoka narrows her eyes at him but then she took a deep breath and gave a shrug. "Well, you won't find a better mentor than Anakin. But now you have a problem."

"Problem? What?"

"How do you tell his son his dad's up there?"

-o-0-o-

"Jedi, I can feel you in my head!" Kalon snaps at the one who keeps on following in her heels.

"Which is what you did to my padawan, you went and violated his mind. Aren't you ashamed of what you did, lady Kalon?"

"You Jedi are all the same. You go around like you want to save the entire galaxy!"

"We cannot turn away when someone is being treated unfairly. Like what you did to Din Djarin."

"What do you want me to do?"

"There are many things that you need to confess to him." Luke smirks at the shocked woman. "You are not the only one who could 'rummage' in someone's brain. Our only difference is I was discrete about it." Luke stops when the woman turns. He waits and stands beside a dead tree as Kalon shifts on her feet showing her unease.

"Skywalker, he would hate me. I can't."

"If you want access to Grogu then you need to."

-o-0-o-

The friends turn at the sound of the chime. Ahsoka checked the door security monitor. "It's Kalon." She looks at Din before she announced it with a nod.

"No!" The man turns away, a hand raised.

"You have to talk to her somehow. Din!" Ahsoka sighs.

"I don't!"

Ahsoka rolls her eyes. "You sound like a youngling…" they were surprised as the door hissed open.

"Dammit!" Kalon stands outside and for once the Dathormirian seems to have lost her haughtiness although she still has her resting bitch face on. "Get out!"

"Din, come on." Ahsoka went to her friend. "You need to talk to each other, alright? For Grogu's sake." She leaned closer placing a hand on Din's forearm. "If it makes you feel better I will take Grogu, okay?" She included Kalon in her plan and the other woman nodded. "We'll talk later."

Kalon seemed to be behaving although Din keeps a sharp eye on Kalon until Ahsoka passes by with Grogu in her arms. It was only then that Din calmed down. Why does she make him do unreasonable things and feel uncontrolled emotions?

Kalon stepped inside the room after Ahsoka climbed up the metal stairs to the mezzanine. The soft smile on her stayed long after Ahsoka and Grogu closed the bridge door.

"What do you want?"

"Can we talk?"

"About?"

"Grogu."

"You want us to fight over him, you mean."

"No fight, just talk."

"Really?"

"Din." Kalon stops a few feet before him, hands clasped. "Do you hate me?"

"I…don't."

"But you think I'm lying." Kalon leans back on the table showing off her assets hoping he likes what he sees. Fuck what that Skywalker says. She's on war footing. Winner takes all.

"Because I wonder if you even have the capacity to tell the truth."

Kalon took a deep breath as she looks away. She's struggling to overcome her emotions with herself and for the way she feels about the bounty hunter. "I'm…ashamed of what I did to you in the cavern." She admitted after squaring her shoulders.

"Which one?"

"All of it….except one."

"Which?" The woman slid him a sideways glance when he repeated the question.

"Kissing you." She bites her bottom lip as she crosses her legs, the skirt parts baring a length of pale shapely thighs. Of course she wouldn't see what his reaction is. Is he smirking under that helm? Is he raking his eyes on her? Is he getting turned on? Did she make him feel anything when they kissed? I want to know! Curse that bucket! That needs to go as soon as possible!

Din made himself busy inspecting the room, checking what's behind the cabinets. "I don't hate you Kalon. I'm just scared that I'll lose Grogu."

"Were you the one who took Grogu from Arvala Seven?"

"Why do you wanna know?"

"If you are honest with me I will be honest with you."

Kalon did that slow seductive walk where she knows his eyes would be drawn to. He couldn't help it. What's this? Is it his lurid and dirty imagination playing tricks on him or are her clothes becoming thinner and he can see through it or is that her doing? Fucking hell! "So you can kill me?"

"No, of course not…." The shapely hands reach out to run them on his cowl looking for a way to his skin.

Okay, he'll play her game so he lightly held her and she graced him with a contented smile. "You don't want to kill me?"

"I don't think I can or want to." She whispers as she looks up at him when she found what she's been after. The woman likes to bite her lips. Does she do that only to him?Damn. Din stretched his neck, a sign he's getting turned on and that woman knows it.

"Can't?" Din couldn't help make a scornful snort. "Why?" Din smiles when Kalon couldn't hide her disappointment.

"I think my abilities don't work on you now. I can't explain it."

"Really? Wanna test it?"

"How?" Her pale brows went way up high at his gesture. "You want me to do what?"

-o-0-o-

"Ah, mistress Ahsoka…and the little one." Gov. Wing put down his tea cup on the simple table. "What's his name again?" he reaches for the boy's hand with a smile.

"Gov. Wing, meet Grogu. Din Djarin's foundling."

"It is an honor to meet you Grogu. I'm Gov. Wing. Welcome to Calodan." The old man smiles when the boy seemed to be observing him closely. "I hope you and your father would stay with us. We would take care of both of you. Is Jem your attendant?" The old man grins in surprise when the little one nods. "That's good." The governor gave a cough which was followed by a few more.

"I don't like the sound of that, governor." The man waves Ahsoka's frown away.

"Do not worry..." He couldn't finish his words when Another bout of coughing shook his slight frame.

"How long have you been sick, governor?"

"A month after we were freed. I've not been feeling well before that time. I'm just getting old" the man waved it off.

"Getting old means getting joint pains not a coughing fit...yes, Grogu?" The governor remains the observer as the Togruta and Grogu quietly converse. He has heard of this interaction from Yuno and Jem and he is fascinated to say the least. How does it feel to be in such a conversation?

"He is worried for you because you are keeping a secret."

"Secret?" The official looks at Ahsoka and Grogu. "He knows?"

"He knows."

"What an amazing child."

"Din Djarin sacrificed a lot for him so he could be safe."

"From whom?"

"The Empire."

"The Empire is…"

"Not gone."

"Holy heavens." The official paled while making a religious gesture. "Why is he in danger?"

"The ability he has is important to the Empire. They want to exploit it. Use it to destroy people…us. They harvest his blood."

"Holy mother! They are diabolical!"

"They have done this to others of his kind, taking them and using what they have. Many have not survived."

"How can we help him?"

-o0o-

Aylith Hyru never liked the chairs at the communications center. It's lumpy and a little bit of the padding has burst from the cover. The councilwoman reached under her left leg and pulled out a piece of that stuffing that poked its way through her pant leg.

"We seen the recording, councilwoman." The rest of the members from behind the divided screen nod to each other then they face Aylith. "It was quite impressive. Was that really the Mand'alor?"

"Yes, his name is Din Djarin of the clan in Nevarro."

"Did you see the Darksaber he uses?" asks one who has a gray painted helmet.

"Yes, you saw it at the recording."

"So it was true he acquired it after the battle with Moff Gideon?" asks the one who refused to come along but who is so anal about detail. He pestered her with questions after questions the first day they arrived at Corvus.

"That is correct."

"It was the weapon of the first Mand'alor Tarre VIszla."

"The one that was missing for a long time!"

"He was also a Jedi."

Aylith almost stand from the chair. "A Jedi Mand'alor?"

"We discovered the writing in the archives."

"How long has he been a force user?"

"How did he become one?"

"Has he been a force user all this time?"

Aylith blinks at the multiple questions. "As much as I would like to give you answers I do not have them, councilmen."

"Have you not talked to the Mand'alor?"

"I have but he wasn't forthcoming." The three members exchanged looks at her words. "The Mand'alor has been preoccupied with other things."

"What kind of things?"

"His son came back and he has a custody issue with the foster mother who is a witch from Dathormir. And…"

"And? What else?"

"He became the chief military commander of this planet."

"That might become a problem."

Aylith frowns at the words. "Problem?"

-o0o-

"That's right."

"Why do you want to…?"

"I'll make you a deal. If you prove to me that you can't freeze me I will remove it whenever we are alone."

"Do you promise?" She began nibbling her lip, breathing a little fast, excited.

"Just do it." Din stands relaxed. He shifts on his heels when nothing happened after a few seconds. "I'm waiting, Kalon."

"Give me a fucking second…stop laughing!" It's hard to ignore that deep sexy voice and that amused chuckle! Fucking hells of Dathormir! It's setting her afire! Close your eyes, then take a deep breath count up to five first then focus! The witch tells herself. For a moment her eyes glowed and she sweeps the flat of her hand in front of her. "Did it work?" She murmurs. She didn't feel as if her spell had taken effect. But this has never happened to her before. She looks at Din closely. The Mandalorian's chest moves with deep breaths but he wasn't struggling to escape unlike in the cavern. "Can you move?" No answer. The witch is getting anxious as a frown appears on her forehead. Has her spell been totally affected by Din that it doesn't work correctly? Let's find out. Kalon gave Din a wink before she held her hands out for the helmet. "You can stop me if you want to." She whispers as she slowly lifts the helmet.

Kalon is thrilled to her bone when she sees Din's face again. They look at each other. "Din? Say something." Since there's still no word for him she got bolder and kisses his lips, the pale arms goes up his shoulder. She loves the feel of his skin and the soft stubble on his chin. Before going to her next plan she moves back a little. His eyes calmly follow her and he didn't seem to look distressed so she moves aside the fabric of the cowl and gave soft kisses to Din's neck; loving the combined smell of the man, the musk scent from the soap he used and the sun-warmed fabric of his cowl. His skin tastes good. If that doesn't turn him on then she doesn't know what would.

A smile is on her lips as she moves back a space to check how she's doing so far with the seduction of Din Djarin.

Those liquid brown eyes fell on her; hooded, dark and sultry. She's heating up just gazing at them. Kalon rarely gets startled; the hunter's eyes changed as if he found a kill.

"You're right. It didn't work." Din whispers. His arms wraps around her so fast she gave out a short squeal. Din gave her a hard kiss and lifts Kalon on the table in one swift move.

"Fuck, I thought you're…what are you doing?" Yes, her mouth is gaping open in shock and amazement. Din quickly loosens the weapons from his arms leaving them on either side of her on the table.

Kalon nod at the hunter to manage the unfastening of her garment, he seemed to know his way on how to discard it from her. When he parts the long dress those big hands feel good as they linger on her skin. The man looks fascinated gliding his thick fingers on the path of her silver brands. He began on her shoulder, to the swell of her breast and the waiting nipple that hardened when he stops there for a moment. The man seemed to have nerves of steel; so controlled, not even a tremor as his hand hovers as if he wants to cup the waiting fullness of her breast. Kalon gave him a challenging stare.

He returns the glare with a smirk when she pouts in disappointment. His journey on her body continues as he tries to ignore how aroused she is getting. All in good time…all in good time…

His exploration finally stops at her navel. "They're everywhere. What are they?"

"They're a symbol of my status." She shrugs at his unspoken question her voice has a touch of tremor. "It's high."

"They glow now."

"It means they like you."

"Or they're gonna fry me."

"You're still standing there, right?"

"Yeah…"

"You're the first man who did what you did without dying."

"Can you kill me?"

"Here's what I know: I want you to finish what you started."

"Or?"

"…you'll really meet your maker and I'll have Grogu all for myself." She wasn't shy to bring his lips to her breasts so he made her gasp and moan as his lips plays with them. The gasps got louder when he gives them a rough treatment; sucking the nipples firmly, rhythmically and giving it a lot of attention to make it up for all the wait she endured.

It was easy to snap the silken cord at the thin lacy thing she's wearing. Kalon grabbed it off and it joined his vambrace on the table. The woman roughly jerks him to her and she is impatient as hell tugging and pulling at everything on him until she liberated him from his pants.

Without a word he enters her; his hardness easily slipping in her wetness. She tightly wraps her arms around him as he plunges into her fast and rough. Kalon matches it by meeting his entry. Thank the gods Kalon's not as noisy during sex unlike other women but he likes the tight little gasps she makes as his hips hammers her. They held on in their wild and unrestrained union, bodies as one until he takes her to her first powerful climax. His own groans mixes with hers as he follows in his own release.

Still breathing hard both of them open their eyes after they were spent in their erotic dance. They remain entwined; they are not yet over. He lifts her off of that table and deposits the two of them on the larger bed with her on top.

The woman closes her eyes when he reaches up to tweak a nipple. Her hand joined his and caresses the strong hands. She likes the rough callouses on his palms cupping and stroking her full breasts. Kalon guides his hands showing him how hard she wants them to be handled.

Kalon squats over his hard on and lowers herself to engulf the whole length of him with a little bit of effort but it made her come when Din reaches between them and rubs her there where she was most sensitive. This time she couldn't keep quiet anymore as her cries and groans of pleasure fill the air. When she caught him watching her come she had this surge of heat all over her. She leans back on Din's bent legs while she opens hers fully for him to see. Yes, he likes it.

Kalon bent forward and offered her breast for Din to kiss hissing in pleasure as well as pain as he gave her breast a hard suck. With a sharp intake of breath he lifts his hips when her reaction made her tighten her walls around his shaft. The hips under his hands quiver as she rides him hard, slamming down on him. Din held his breath as Kalon would vary the pattern in a circular motion that drives him almost to a climax.

Din turns her over to her back to return the favor. "I'm coming." He groans, he braces his hands as Kalon wraps her legs tight around him. He didn't need her breathless urging because he gets even harder every time she ripples around him. She lifts her hips for him to plunder her much deeper. This time they lost all form of restraint as they came at the same time.

-o0o-

"Where are we going, governor?"

"To the library. Thank the goddess Elsbeth didn't burn it down when she was here. That woman loves to burn down things. She was horrible!"

"What do you want me to see in the library?"

"You mentioned before that you were searching for someone, why you were tracking Elsbeth, is that right?"

"And you think we will find it in the library?"

"It wouldn't hurt to try. Maybe we can also find a way to help this little one."

"The reach of the Empire is limitless and it's getting stronger each day."

"I don't want to worry but I feel that Master Djarin is not going to stay long with us."

"Din would not want you or your people to become entangled with the empire. He was forced to accept the crown of the Mand'alor for Grogu."

"Yes, having the force of his people behind him would help protect Grogu."

"At least."

"Yes, at least. Here we are. Yuno and the other apprentice worked hard to transfer the books and other ancient scrolls down here. Over here are some of our ancient relics."

"Is that…a holocron?"

-o0o-

"I didn't expect this." Kalon took a deep breath as she looks up to the ceiling of the Mantis's bedroom, Din's bedroom.

"That we'll have sex?"

"That it would be this good." Kalon smiles as she stretches in bed.

Din glances at the pale woman beside him, she refuses to cover up much to Din's amusement and he let her be. "You've been showing off your wares since the first time we met."

"Why now?"

"Privacy." Din points to the ship with a nod. "The whole ship's on lockdown. No one can hear us."

"You sneaky..." The witch snorts. "I'm curious. All this time why haven't you taken a wife?"

"There's just no time for it."

"Or were you waiting for me?" Kalon turns to her side. Kalon pillows her head on her hands. "You look worried." The man's profile is framed by a glowing glass window that she presumes to be the dressing area. Kalon is trying to remember everything; the way Din looks lying here beside her, he looks relaxed, sated. She isn't yet but she's hoping they can have a repeat soon. She wants to run her finger on his profile. "Shit. You know what I'm…?" The man nods after he took her hand and laid it on his chin. "I…"

"…you were not lying."

Din smirks as Kalon blurts out. "Then why the fuck did you let me go through all that hell?"

"I'm still not used to this ability."

"So will you trust me with Grogu now?" The witch sighs when Din remained quiet. "Look, I'm not a total bitch to be blind. You love him and I love him too."

"You wanted to take him from me."

"I was hurt and jealous. He doesn't remember me."

I know the pain

If I promise that I will not take him away will you let me?"

"I can read your mind but our relationship has to be built on trust."

Kalon was speechless for a moment. Din said 'relationship' but it could mean anything but romantic. "I'm all for that. What do you want me to do?"

"I was the one who took Grogu from Arvala 7." Din turns to look at Kalon when she went quiet.

"So this is why you want me to prove my spells don't work on you!" The Mandalorian turns to his side and runs his hand along her thigh and hip and all her anger that was beginning to erupt was replaced with a hot flash of desire. "You play dirty." The man wasn't even scared even she warned him with a glare, the flashing of her eyes.

"Yes as so do you. I kept Grogu safe because I had a feeling that someone out there would be missing him. When I was saved by my clan there was no one who came looking for me."

"Din…." Kalon moves close and gave him a kiss. "How did you know?"

"I just know."

"What is it?" Kalon got up Din when he sat up in bed. She follows to where he's looking at.

"I don't know how my clan will react to me taking off my helmet."

"Will they get angry?"

"They might. I have to inform my leader…"

"You're their king now."

"Yes but without my clan's support it would mean nothing for me."

"No one has to know." The witch turns the man's face to her.

"It's…it doesn't work that way, Kalon."

"What will happen if your clan turns their back on you?"

-o0o-

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