A/N: I had fun writing this chapter, I'm going to try to post everyday so don't worry about it not being finished. I have plenty of Boba Fett shenanigans in store for you bounty lovers. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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Journey

That was all that he needed to make his decision. He would either have to give her away or sell her to the highest mercenary. He would not allow someone to effect his work this much, he had already blown a paying opportunity and hurt his reputation. He refused to be bested by this…woman. She had to go.

Essentially he could kill two birds with one stone. He needed to land to get medical supplies and nutrients. He also knew a great trader that would keep her to do what he wanted with her. Whether she was going back to Daav or some other unknown place it didn't matter to him as long as she was gone. Let Daav pay another bounty hunter to find her. "No more of this foolishness."

The Slave I descended on a landing pad with a private number assigned in his name. The garage had been built years ago, and he had paid the owner a hefty sum to keep it secret. Just outside it's walls was a busy market which Fett frequently got supplies. Very few times he went outside without his armor, but he never let the merchandise see his real face. "She should be awake." He pushed the surveillance camera hesitantly. "Don't be weak." he thought to himself. She was awake, sitting upright on the cot hugging her knees. "Time to compensate."

The heavy metal door swung open. The girl looked up with the same fearful big eyes, although didn't change her body position.

"Put this on." Boba threw her a pair of pants and some boots, complete with a white sleeveless work top.

She grabbed the folded clothes and hesitated.

"I do not like repeating myself." Boba stood in the doorway tapping his pistol with his tall, cold demeanor. She uncomfortably put on the pants trying not to meet his gaze as she changed in front of him. He didn't move a muscle throughout the whole procedure. She turned her back to him as she took off the gown and quickly put on the shirt nervously. The gown was laying on the floor.

"Come with me. We're going to get some things for the ship." He could tell just by looking at her that she wasn't expecting this at all- though she didn't say anything questions filled her eyes. Her lips parted momentarily as though she was going to say something but decided against it. "I won't kill you unless you try to run away. Do as I tell you." she nodded. She started to walk at the exit of the Slave I when she felt an arm grab her violently around the waist. The girl gasped loudly. "Don't move until I tell you." Pushed up against Boba Fett and his armor, she rigidly seized up. Lingering on the moment more than he should, Boba clasped an invisible wire to her clothing insuring that she would not get separated from the bounty hunter. He let go and saw her stand there looking at the floor in total quiet obedience.

"She looks dead. Hopeless, like all the merchandise when they give up. They don't even fight anymore." Normally this would be a relief, but something inside Boba bothered him. He brushed it off.

It was hot and noisy. She carefully pushed her way through the different species of the market, although Fett had no problem. Everyone faced his general direction moved away as though he were the emperor himself. Carefully guiding the merchandise, he tugged on the invisible line in front of a darkly colored shack. "Stop here." he ordered. She stopped and looked up at the shack. The panels of wood were well-kept and on top of them there were many multi-colored posters. "Goods for all to enjoy", "Cheap prices", "Diverse Foods" were some of the few that decorated the exterior. Fett walked in first which made her waist tug on the line. She followed.

"Looking for some food, Boba? I haven't seen you in months. One would have thought you'd starve in that fancy ship of yours, you still are mortal you know…" A snide looking man with long black hair commented. His face wasn't shaved which gave him a roguish look. A long scar descended across his face from his forehead to his mouth. Certainly not a place to send the children to shop.

"You owe me a favor." Boba ignoring the mans previous statement. The girl looked up at all the jars of food that extended to the ceiling. Some of them were familiar, fruits and vegetables of all different colors were clinging together in a cluster on the right. Some of them-not. Big jars on the other side were filled with things swimming like tadpoles or purplish spaghetti- she could have even swore she saw human remains.

"And who is this young pretty thing?" The rouge's snarl turned into a wide smirk as he sized up the girl. She starred back at him with her nose slightly scrunched in disgust but didn't say anything.

"She's the favor." Boba said simply. "I need supplies, we'll talk about her later." It wasn't a suggestion.

"Very well. The usual?" The rouge said breaking from her gaze. His hand jingled with the sound of 20 keys or more being sorted through in his rough hands.

Boba only nodded.

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Blood

Boba had momentarily left her alone in dark damp room as he talked to the rouge. The invisible line swayed back and foreth as Boba moved, and she could see him crossing his arms in impatience.

"This should be more sufficient for half a year." The rouge reassured the bounty hunter wiredly. A large trunk was filled to the brim with packages and supplies. "I assume you want this delivered."

The bounty hunter nodded. "You are going to take the girl off my hands." He tugged on the line which was the girls signal to enter the room. Boba grabbed the back of her neck and suddenly met the rouge's face next to hers.

"What do you want her fate to be?" The rouge said picking up her arm, inspecting her. "A dancer at Jabba's palace, a concubine perhaps? Or…something a little less legal?"

"I don't care. Daav was the man I was going to deliver her to. If you want more work from him you can return her there for a good price." Boba squeezed the back of her neck harder as she began to shake. The rouge laughed out loud.

"Why are you crying, sweetheart? Did you really think that Boba Fett would keep you like a pet?"

"I can't go back there- I- I can't go-" She said hysterically. The rouge slapped her hard across the face. Blood poured down from her nose staining her white top.

"Merchandise these days. They get so fussy and pathetic." The rouge scowled at the girl as she made an unavailing attempt to stop the blood by pinching her nose. Tears and blood mixed as her knees shaking together held her up like a wobbly house of cards. Boba still supporting her by the back of her neck moved closer and grabbed her around the waist before she fell to the ground.

"Indeed." He managed. The rouge was looking at him for some kind of reading or emotion out of Fett. In previous dealings he hadn't spent this much time with the man, he got what he needed and left. Fett got annoyed. "Get yourself out of this hell hole." He dropped the girl's waist which made her fall to the ground. It was already decorated with a plethora of dots from the blood rushing out of her nose. She landed on all fours and was making the usual wailing and crying noises Boba was used to.

The rouge kicked her in the stomach. "Shut up, slave!" Fett picked up the trunk of supplies as the girl wreathed in pain on the floor.

"Please…please…" she said quietly in no general direction.

Fett walked through the door into the main grocery room. The rouge laughed and came to the doorway. "Nice doing business with you. Don't worry, it'll be as though she never existed." The door nearly slammed, but right before it did the girl looked up with her wild eyes, blood trickling down her chin-

"FETT!"

The door slammed.

There were many memories that Boba Fett had remembered in complete detail. One was of his father, another was his first bounty, his trial, the sarlacc…her scared eyes. Her wild hair, the blood that seemed to go on forever like a waterfall of pain staining the shirt he gave her. Her very life as she knew it to be over…the way she called out to him like he was her savior and not the demon.

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A/N: Does Boba go back to save her? Does he say screw you to Daav? Does Daav send people to kill him and her? Does Boba…feel? Stay tuned for the next two chapters!

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