Sooooooo sorry! Two words: SCHOOL and SIBLINGS. Well, three words actually. So I'll try extra hard to post chapters. Oh, and this story is NOT about Fidel's compassion on Fetters! It's about someone else's…

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Chapter 8

"Get up."

Fidel jerked his head around at the sound of the gravelly voice. Standing behind him was none other than Boba Fett. Knowing that he couldn't get away with the same trick twice, Fidel slowly stood up and raised his hands in the air.

"Drop your weapons on the floor."

Fidel did as he was told, careful not to make any sudden movements.

"Get in front of me and keep your hands where I can see them."

Sighing in defeat, Fidel did as ordered, keeping his hands well away from his body. He soon felt the expected coldness of the binders being slapped on his wrists. He shook his head in amazement. No bounty hunter had ever found him so quickly, in such a short amount of time. It had been four days since Fidel had dropped the injured hunter off, and four days usually gave him more than enough time to 'disappear' off the face of the galaxy. Not so with this one, unfortunately.

"Move."

The door to Fidel's cell made a dull clang as it was shut. Fidel shivered involuntarily. The cell itself was, in all respects, not that bad. Sure, it wasn't a suite in one of Coruscant's finest hotels, but compared to some cells he'd been in, this one bordered on luxurious. Cleanliness, Fidel decided, was a big part of the equation. Yawning, he decided to take advantage of the small cot that was in his cell. It wasn't as if this place was chock full of things to do….

Boba sank tiredly into the Slave I's cockpit seat. He'd overdone himself. The partially healed wound in his side throbbed dully in protest of being overworked. Two days of hard searching had rewarded him with his quarry, but had drained him completely of strength. Sitting up slowly, he punched in the coordinates to Corellia and sent the Slave into hyperspace. Sighing tiredly he leaned back into his chair and fought to keep his eyes open. But, as gravity has a tendency to do, his eyelids became heavy and started droop. Just five minutes…

Five hours later found Fidel wide-awake in his cell, counting dust specks. This experience gave new meaning to the word, "bored". And even worse than that, he was starving. He had only eaten once or twice from the time he dropped Fett off to the time the bounty hunter had picked him up. His stomach growled loudly. Fidel glanced down at it. "Sorry about that, friend," he murmured sympathetically, 'There ain't nothing I can do about it." He got an angry rumble in reply.

Boba sat up, momentarily confused. Oh, fierfek. Standing up, he glanced at his chrono with a yawn. Five hours! He'd slept for five hours! He'd meant to feed his merchandise right after the jump into hyperspace. Cursing silently, he slowly made his way down to the cell, pausing momentarily on the ladder. His thoughts had inexplicably strayed to his Father and Zam. Zam. She'd been the closest thing to a mother that he'd ever had… And Jango had killed her, to keep her silent. Boba frowned slightly. He didn't harbor any anger towards his Father for killing her--Zam would have done the same. It had been a sort of unspoken agreement between the two. No, he didn't feel anger, only sadness at what had happened, the first in the line of lugubrious events that had followed. Sighing deeply Boba remembered each event in painful clarity. His body may have been in the Slavebut his mind was light years away.

Fidel was staring at the ceiling. Again. This was getting old. Being tired (and not able to sleep), hungry, and cold, all at the same time didn't help matters, either. Eyes starting to stray all over the room, they eventually landed on the floor. Or rather, what was on the floor. Right in the middle of his cell sat a small trandila, a very poisonous animal with serpentine qualities (in essence it was a snake). Fidel's eyes widened. Although trandila's weren't overly aggressive, they possessed an acute sense of curiosity. And, if they decided that something was a threat, they bit it—and in most cases, the bite-ee died. Don't come over here… Don't come over here… Unfortunately, the trandila did not listen to his silent pleas and slowly started slithering over. Fidel glanced around the small cell trying to find something to throw at it, but of course he didn't see anything. As the trandila became more and more curious, Fidel started backing up slowly. But his retreat was stopped by the wall of his cell. So, hoping fervently that the bounty hunter would be able to hear him, Fidel gave a bloodcurdling, "FETT, there's a TRANDILA in here WITH ME!"

Even though it was not meant to be, the result was beyond hilarious. Fett somehow managed to spin around, obviously forgetting that he was on a ladder as he did so. Arms pin wheeling wildly, he desperately tried to grab hold of something, but to no avail. The consequence to that action was landing spread-eagle in front of Fidel's cell, who by now was laughing hysterically. When Fidel saw Fett begin to stand up, he tried to turn his attention to the situation at hand. But even seeing the trandila start to swell up couldn't keep the grin off his face, or stop the spasms that were wracking his body.

Boba groaned silently as his stomach connected with the deck. If his wound had been throbbing dully in protest, then it was protesting with great earnest now. Grimacing, he stood up, his legs feeling as wobbly as a new-born suubatar's. Getting his pain more or less under control, he then turned his attention to his prisoner, who was futilely trying to stop laughing. Boba just stared at him, knowing full well that not many sentients could endure his T-shaped visor glare for long. Gradually, the smile on Masdon's face melted. But Boba could see that his eyes were dancing.

"WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT."

Boba injected as much coldness into his voice as he could. Masdon shrugged, suddenly remembering that a certain creature was in his cell.

"I-uh," cough "thought that you might want to know that there's a trandila in here. In my cell. As in, RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!"

So saying this, he pointed hysterically to an extremely irate-looking reptile, which was advancing slowly towards Masdon, all the while hissing threateningly.

"S-so are you going to do anything about it?"

Masdon asked, with a panicked voice, trying to all but climb up the walls. Not answering, Boba drew his blaster and with one shot disintegrated the trandila, before going to his storage closet and tossing Masdon a protein bar.

"Enjoy."