A/N: I couldn't help it, the fic had a mind of its own! This is a bonus for today- I couldn't stop writing…I promise two more chapters tomorrow! ;) Special thanks to the people who did review!

PS: I added on to this chapter instead of making a new one, too many chapters overwhelms people. ;) enjoy

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Withdraw

Why don't you just admit it. 26 years in the field and you are lonely.

Shut up.

She's got nice legs, I'm sure even you noticed.

Irrelevant.

Such a hardass You know she's going to die because of you.

Daav's to blame.

Nice eyes…

Big scared eyes.

Calling to…you…

Just to save her from death.

Maybe something more?

You're dreaming.

"FETT!"

Fett woke up. He hated these…nightmares. It was as though someone else was in his head. He had heard of Jedi mind tricks where men have gone insane because they thought it was their conscious. "Dreaming." Fett wiped the sweat off his brow. It was early morning the next day, he was still landed in the garage and had put away his supplies from the previous encounter of the market. He heard the hum of the Slave I's engine as it powered up to get moving. He was ready to leave.

"Leave this all behind like a bad dream." Next to the launching panel, the open channel message board blinked. Boba starred at the flashing controls. He could ignore it. "Don't ignore your instincts" a proverb that his father taught him…Boba routinely checked to see where it was coming from--the sleazy grocery. He relaxed in the pilot chair as the screen became full with the message:

"Boba Fett,

You are being watched, my friend! A certain contact of mine told me of your little incident. I'm sure that no one else knows, but wouldn't it be a shame if the story got out that you didn't deliver a bounty because you wanted the girl all for yourself? Not that I'm the one saying it …but raping the merchandise is a very low blow, Fett. At least that is what everyone is going to think when this gets out. How embarrassing! Just wanted to tell you that your girl is being difficult. She's a little devil of a cat and she clawed me when I was trying to calm her down…has broken many jars of invaluable product. I require more credits from you…that is, if you don't I'm sure that my contact will have a very good bar story going around about you…even more of a shame when you have surveillance proof…

"Greedy fool. Overconfident." Boba grunted. He had expected something along this caliber to happen, but it was later rather than sooner. Boba put on his Mandalorian armor with a new plan forming in his head: "Kill them all. Get the girl. Silence the scam."

Boba silently walked through the market. It was busy with early morning rush and he had the same reaction as last time: total avoidance. Although this time he was moving more swiftly. He was angered.

"Didn't deliver a bounty…raping the merchandise…" Boba tried to suppress the feelings of anger. He rarely lost his demeanor and the thought of this lowly scum getting under his nerves made him even more subject to the fiery pangs of hatred beneath his armor. He stopped short of the shack and gathered his wits. Fools rush in, and seldom rush out. He opened the door.

She was laying unconscious on the counter without pants on. The blood on her tank top was turning into an ugly stained brown which added to the sight of her hands being tied behind her back. Glass was on the floor and so was another sickly substance that he couldn't readily identify. The rouge sat in a chair behind the counter with his feet upon it.

"I take it you got my message. I had to sedate her. She's quite wild." The rouge said a matter of factly. "I think that 800,000 credits should be enough to forget…this…ever happened." He wasn't just talking about the jars.

"Where are her pants?" Boba flatly asked. The rouge furrowed his eyebrows in complete surprise, and then rage.

"The hype about you is really over-rated. What the hell do you care anyway?! Are you going to pay up or not?!"

"Not." Boba Fett shot his blaster and made a perfect "o" in the middle of the rouges forehead. Blood projected halfway across the room mixing with the contents on the floor. The rouges eyes rolled into the back of his head as he fell lifelessly to the floor.

One down…how many to go? Boba wasn't sure. Someone told about his flight with the girl and chances were that they were still hanging around the market somewhere expecting to split the credits with the rouge. He knew he didn't have much time before the informant realized he wasn't getting what he wanted. The girl stirred and groaned.

"Still heavily drugged." Boba Fett looked around the room. No pants to be seen. He'd have to take her to his ship half naked. "That's too dangerous. The market is full of witnesses." He had to work quick. Fett knifed off the rope connecting the girls arms together and flipped her on her back. With a single swoop he ripped the girl's tank top and threw it to the floor. Her naked breasts heaved as the result of the sedative. Boba caught himself starring. She was there, on a counter, unconscious and partially naked. It wouldn't take much to…"Shut up. Find some clothing." Fett clenched his teeth as he walked across the room and located an ugly brown robe hanging up in the corner. Upon grabbing it he heard a noise.

"What…happened?" The girl sat up groggily holding her head. She looked down and realized her partial nakedness. She gasped and quickly covered her previously exposed breasts. She then looked over to find the rouge's dead body covered in blood.

"Don't scream."

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Beliefs

Her eyes closed as she stifled a scream on demand. "Cover up." Boba ordered.

Walking through the market Fett tried to notice any suspicious activity following him or observing him. None, at least for now. The girl tailed behind him a little close for comfort.

"Take a step back. I don't want us to appear together." He said looking straight ahead.

"Sorry."

In entering the Slave I he realized this whole escapade with the girl bothered him more than anything had in the last 10 years (minus the sarlacc). He was…feeling. His dreams didn't help matters. He couldn't even remember the last time he dreamt. The dark emptiness in his heart that was present for so long that it became a part of him…part of his work. Being a killing machine sucked all the empathy out of him, and he never minded. Feelings and attachments were for the weak. "That is why I operate alone."

"Maybe the Force is what's keeping us together." Her voice broke his thoughts as she rubbed her wrists.

"I don't believe in the Force."

"I do."

"You are causing a lot of problems for me." No use in lying about it.

"I didn't mean to."

"Why does Daav want you so badly?"

"I don't know."

"Figure it out. Killing you is a last resort, but not totally out of the question considering the circumstances."

She bit her lip. "Thank you for coming back."

"It wasn't for you." His visor fell on her which visibly sent chills through her.

"Am…I still a prisoner?"

"You're still merchandise."

"You know…you aren't as bad as everyone says."

In an instant the girl's throat was grabbed by Fett, which made her slam up against the side of the Slave I. She tried to gasp for air as the T-shaped visor was mere inches from her face. He was done playing games.

"You aren't here for a free ride. The only reason I keep you alive is for leverage. You mean nothing to me, and anyone that says I'm not that bad has never met me." He could see her turn a slight red color as she gasped for air. "Don't overestimate your worth."

He let go. She fell to the ground with a coughing fit grabbing her neck to make sure it was all there. He took her by the arm as she stumbled down the hallway to her room. He threw her and watched her tumble into the cot knocking the wind out of her. Locking the steel door, he felt like himself for the first time since this started.

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