Title: Unknowns
author: Cindy Ryan
category: AU
pairings: Cara/Din
spoilers: all
Din took a deep breath to steady himself before walking into the room where the Child slept. He reached the bed and lightly as he could touched the top of the Child's head. The little one didn't stir. After a moment the bounty hunter walked to the visitor's chair on the other side of the bed and sat down. It'd been a hell of a long few days. As he settled back in the chair a thought struck Din and using the com unit on the suit's panel on his left arm Din sent off a message.
Cara Dune sat in the small mess area of Greef Karga's encampment outside of town. Night was just starting to darken the sky. Her com unit beeped and she pulled out the small device. Cara was surprised to find a message from her favorite Mandalorian.
'On Trask. Child is sick; recovering in med unit. He came in contact with a poison.'
Cara sank back into the chair; heartsick. That little one who'd been in Din's care had touched the lives of everyone he'd come in contact with. She could still see how it interacted with the children of the fishing village. The kids had welcomed the Child as one of their own almost instantly.
Cara had also noticed the bond between the Child and the Mandalorian. He may say the Child is a duty; another mission but she could see it was becoming something else. A family didn't have to be blood. Especially in the post war days. Family was who you wanted it to be. She made a decision and sent a reply back.
'On my way.'
She left the mess and went to her quarters to pack.
Din read the reply from Cara and sighed. That hadn't been his intention to interrupt her life. She had cared about the kid and he knew she'd want to know he was ill. It'd take her a few days at least to get here. He sighed and leaned forward. As much as he didn't want to admit it. He and this little one were connected. If in no other way as a quest. That quest could not move forward until the kid recovered.
When Din had first realized the kid was sick it'd been a shock. The Child had powers he still didn't understand. For one so small he'd saved them from the fire trooper on Nevarro. Din reached for the kid's tiny right hand. Gently he rested the forefinger of his right hand against it. He wondered if it would be enough contact to give the kid comfort.
After a few minutes Din rested back in the chair. He felt his eyes drift closed. He'd rest for a little while.
