A/N: Yes I know, I suck for making everyone wait for this story. I stopped writing it because my college is evil and took all of my time away. But rest assured, I plan on finishing this if it kills me. On with the show…

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Solution

This is a problem. Boba opened the channels to the planets communication lines. Damn. Fett ran his gloved hand through his disheveled hair. His helmet sat lazily upon the Slave I's motherboard. The blackness of space made the room seem darker than usual as the ship's stealth device hummed in comfort. He could hear the spy's communication line but he didn't know who it was. The signal was too weak to trace. It has to be one of Daav's men. Fett thought about his narrow escape with the girl as heat and sweat made its way up into his face. He saw in the reflection of the visor the hint of color. He got up from the chair, refusing to be embarrassed. Curiously a light blinked. A new message. He hesitated slightly as he pushed the button.

Mr. Fett,

This is becoming ridiculous…your reputation is already at question, and for what? One girl? Do you want to destroy all you've worked so hard to achieve in this life or is there something else about this girl I don't know about? Now I'm known to be a very forgiving man. That is why I am giving you a second chance. If I don't see her in my grasp in 72 hours I will give every potential employer a reason to believe that Boba Fett gets romantically involved with the merchandise he carries…

He didn't need to read more. Space thugs had tried to intimidate and blackmail him before but it was not a problem getting rid of them. They never had anything tangible to hold him on. This was not the case. He had been emotionally guided into bad choices and stupidity. He had to make it public that she was nothing more than merchandise. That she was no more special than anyone else he had to deliver for a price. That her life was meaningless. He had to publicly humiliate and hurt her. To show them all that this "evidence" against him was just a cover…for something else. Familiar coldness consumed his body as he thought about this plan. The panic of a fast heartbeat that he wasn't acquainted suddenly slowed in his chest. The foolishness of the past made him sneer as he found his doorway out of the embarrassment from the past week. Taking up his helmet he placed a firm hand on the ships controls guiding it to a planet 10 hours away. He was Boba Fett. And Boba Fett doesn't care about hurting girls.

"I know…that you're going to kill me." The girl whispered in the monitor. "That's what you always do when merchandise goes wrong. You don't want to deliver me to Daav and…" She made a chocking noise, as though stifling a sob. "…that's what they say. You kill…everyone." He could see in the monitor that she was feeling the walls for a way out. A way to escape. She knew that this was her only chance to escape. "I…I know you don't take money from…people like me…I don't have much to give…but please, please-"

"Enough." Boba Fett opened the chamber and grabbed her arm twisting it harshly. She fell to the floor and made a cry of pain. "You are right. I am going to kill you. Have some dignity and don't beg like a dog. You've caused a lot of problems for me unnecessarily."

"I'm…I can give you…" Her other hand fruitlessly grasped her twisted arm for a relief of pressure. Boba held fast.

"You can't give me anything that I need." He said in his usual cold voice.

"But I can!" She cried convincingly through tears. Damn. He really hated this part of the job. The begging, the reasons why he should let them go. They were always stupidly blinded by the panic of an early death.

"What can you give me." He caught himself saying automatically. He didn't want to outright admit it but part of him was interested in how idiotic her answer was going to be.

"I can give you…me." She said looking at his boots. She had given up trying to make her arm feel better as she weakly hung from his grasp like a rag doll.

Shock mixed with amusement. "I was offered Princess Leia by one of the most powerful beings in the universe, what makes you think I want a peon like you?" That wasn't a question. She said nothing. "I am going to kill you." Boba pulled her arm so she was forced to stand. He grabbed her face and pulled it to his visor so close that her breath made a cloud of fog on it. "Nothing you can offer me will be enough. I am not a man who delights in pleasures, except for a hard days work. I am going to hurt you badly. And you're going to stop looking at me that way with your eyes."

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Time

She silently laid on her side tied up with her face near his left boot. Still on the ship she wasn't a threat. He'd given her the notion he'd kick her face in if she talked or moved. Two more hours until he reached Daav's territory. Sitting in the pilot chair of Slave I he gazed at the distant planet.

"A Jedi told Daav that whoever I had gotten pregnant by they'd become powerful." She closed her eyes waiting for the blow. None came. She wasn't sure if he was asleep or listening. He was listening. "I…guess they were wrong if I die today. I'm not begging for my life…I just wanted someone to know." Her voice wavered sheepishly.

"Guess so." Boba Fett looked at the controls. An hour 50 minutes.

"Is there something you want to tell someone just to tell them…I'm going to die so no one will know…" Her voice didn't sound pushy, but there was still a hint of fear in it. He looked down at his boot and saw her still starring at his footwear obediently. "Irrelevant. I'm not an interesting person." A tear rolled down her face. She made a sniffle.

"Please…I just want to connect with someone before I die…"

Damn.

"I've seen a lot of death. In a world like this I'm doing you a favor."

"Do you like my eyes?"

Damn.

"…Irrelevant."

"Would you like to kiss me?"

Damn.

His left boot lifted and kicked her face. It was a miracle her nose wasn't broken from the blow. She winced as an open cut on her cheek bled. She didn't do much to avoid it seeing as bleeding was becoming a common occurrence for her lately. 1 hour, 40 minutes. "No. I wouldn't."

They said nothing for a while.

She gets under my skin. He didn't want to admit it. He had to though, because not would mean he was lying to himself. He looked down seeing the blood on her cheek as her closed eyes fluttered softly at his movement. Feeling slightly guilty…You're becoming soft. But she will die so what do you care anyway… "You're goodlooking." It sounded strange coming out of his mouth with a hint of uncertainly. "I'm not used to women…girls…asking me questions like that. Unless its for money." He looked down. There was no response. "I had thought about kissing you once…when you were drugged…on the counter." He had said too much. Cursing himself he looked away. She didn't say anything. He waited for her retort. And waited. He looked down this time with less uncertainty and saw the blood stained cheek throbbing. He jumped out of his seat and kneeled holding her head. The other side of it was also dripping from an unseen wound. With annoyance he propped her up. He had given her a concussion.

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A/N: Sincerely want to apologize for not writing lately. There will be more. Please review to let me know you're still out there!! --Will Boba break down? How is he going to justify to the public he's not some sex crazed monster!? Stay tuned!