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AN: Whew! Thought it was about time to update this story. Also, a LOT of thanks to everyone who reviewed! and extra thanks to Ticklesivory for giving me the boost I needed to continue this fic.
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Chapter Two
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Boba Fett stepped out of the cantina and walked down the alley as he searched for his old friend. He looked around and finally found the man passed out in the middle of the ally.
He sighed, shaking his head once again as he went over and dragged the unconscious Kenobi in the direction of his parked speeder.
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Ice-cold water hits his face like a thousand viro-blades jabbing into him all at once and he snaps up into a sitting position, gasping, his eyes wide open and alert. His hand automatically reaches for his blaster, but he finds his holster empty. His first instinct is to run when he realizes that he is unarmed, but his momentary shock and splitting headache keeps him from moving.
Suddenly he hears amused laughter, loud and cheerful, coming from the only other person in the room with him.
He rolls his eyes, groaning slightly with annoyance as he realizes at once who it is.
The person's name escaping his lips like a curse.
Fett
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Boba Fett shook his head, a small smile on his features as he handed his friend a piece of cloth to dry off with. "Kenobi, you're a mess. You look like you were just in a fight with a Rancor." Obi-Wan glared, silently cursing at the man standing before him, as he took the rag from him and started to wipe his damp face. And I think you look better with your helmet on. "Really Kenobi," The man went on as he headed toward a stool and sat down. "You are the poorest excuse of a warrior I have ever seen."
"Thank. You." Obi-Wan gritted through clenched teeth, showing his annoyance as he stood up, dusting himself off. He threw the soaked rag down and it landed with a splat onto the floor.
He looked around the room. "Where am I? And where's my blaster?"
"Honestly, you're a hard man to hunt down my friend." The older man smirked, ignoring the younger man's questions. "Even gave me a run for my credits."
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and started walking around the room, searching for his weapon. "You're at a place that I rented for the next couple of nights." Boba Fett said, answering his earlier question. Upon seeing his friend's frustrated look, he laughed. "Looking for something?"
After a few more minutes of finding nothing, Obi-Wan groaned loudly as he fell down onto the floor and closed his eyes.
"I've been busy." He replied sarcastically.
"I can see that," Boba Fett laughed. "Working for low-life Toydarians, degrading yourself into a mere cantina attraction. What's Next?" He sneered. "Will you be going to work as an entertainer?"
Obi-Wan shot up from his resting place and into a sitting position, his mouth open in rage, ready to yell…but no sound came out. He had no witty response this time as he realized in anger that his old friend was right. He couldn't do anything else as he looked away in shame, a sour look on his face.
Upon seeing the bitter look on the younger man's face, he decided to lighten up. Even though he was disgusted with him right now, he still respected Kenobi…even if he was being a bastard. He sighed. "But I still have to admit Kenobi, that was one heck of a show you put on. You did pretty good."
Obi-Wan turned around to face him, half smirking, half glaring. "And who's asking you?"
Boba Fett grinned. "You always had a gift for melodrama Kenobi."
Obi-Wan lifted an eyebrow as his lips formed a small smirk. "You're a critic now? I thought you were supposed to be a Mandalorian."
"No, just an old friend that's saved your life six of seven times and still feels the need to look after you."
Obi-Wan grinned. "Thanks." He gave the older man a cocky look. "But I'm the one that saved you more then enough times to count.
The two men shared a look of understanding. They had both saved each other more times then they could remember. They had always been close friends, always looking out for each other, even in the beginning.
"It's good to see you again old friend." Obi-Wan sighed. "It's been long."
Boba Fett nodded, but the time for repartee was over. "I have a job for you."
Obi-Wan's grin faded as he rolled his eyes. "And here comes the business part of our pleasantries." He said dryly. "I already have a job."
Boba Fett shook his head. "You and I both know that there's only one thing you're good for Kenobi."
He pounded on his armor to emphasize his point. "Back in armor."
Obi-Wan stared at him skeptically.
Boba Fett grabbed his helmet as he got up from his seat and headed toward the door. "I have some people I want you to meet. We'll take my speeder." He turned back to see Obi-Wan still in a sitting position on the floor. "Are you coming Kenobi?"
Obi-Wan shrugged.
Boba Fett shook his head as his hand went to reach his holster for Kenobi's beloved blaster, taking it out as bait for the young man. "You coming?" He asked again, holding the blaster in his hand.
Obi-Wan's eyes lit up.
"Let's go." He grumbled as he scrambled to his feet and headed out the door, grabbing the blaster and placing it securely in its holster as he passed Boba Fett. "You're a bastard you know that right?"
"Yep." Boba Fett replied cheefully as they headed towards a cantina on the other side of town.
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AN: Hey, sorry for the short chapter. It's hard to write after a few months on break lol. I'm not sure if the chapter came out exactly how I wanted it to, but I hope it was ok. If anyone's interested in who's who, or if they have any comments or ideas on what I should do with this, feel free to E-mail me.
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Until next time…
