Chapter Summary: The one were Jango Fett shows up.


When Hunter opened the front door that Saturday morning, the last person he expected to find standing on his porch, was Jango Fett.

"Hey." Jango said, as though they hadn't spoken in over ten years. As though he hadn't said that taking in his own children would be too much. As though the last time they had talked hadn't been at his brother's funeral.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Hunter growled, slamming the door behind him. The rest of his siblings were probably asleep, as he was the only one amongst them that could be called anything resembling an early bird. Still he had protected them from their parents his whole life. He wasn't about to stop now.

"Watch your language." Jango scolded. Hunter was about to go on a rant about how if he was here to discipline him then he was twenty-six years too late, when he noticed that Jango wasn't alone. Besides him, stood a young boy around Omega's age with instantly recognisable dark eyes, broad nose and golden brown skin.

Jango filled his stunned silence.

"This is my son Boba. Boba, this is Hunter."

"Hi." Boba said with a recognisable little wave. He seemed uncertain as to why he was here as Hunter was, which lead Hunter to wonder if the kid was even aware of his army of older brothers.

Hunter turned his attention back to Jango.

"I have nothing to say to you that I can say in front of the kid." Hunter told him frankly. For all of Jango's flaws, Boba was an innocent party in all of this. He didn't need to be witness to the inevitable shitshow.

For the first time in his life, Jango actually listened to him.

Jango nodded, before kneeling down in front of the kid.

"Boba, can you sit in the car for me son? You can put some music on whilst we wait."

Despite still looking a bit uncertain Boba nodded. Jango ruffled the boy's hair as he headed back to the car. Hunter hated the stab of jealousy in his chest. He squashed it down with a vengeance, turning his attention back on Jango.

"Now that the kids gone, I'll ask again. What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I heard about Omega."

God it hurt more than it should have that Jango hadn't come all this way for him. Growing up this had been all he'd ever dreamed off, to wake up to Jango waiting on their doorstep. But he refused to let himself be jealous over his little sister.

"What like you just heard about her existence? Or that she had been taken away from Nala?" He asked because that was a very important distinction.

Jango at least had the decency to look away in guilt.

"That Omega had been taken from her custody." He confessed.

"So you knew that she had been born." Hunter snorted. "Nice to see you were thinking with your other head when you decided to sleep with the woman who abused your own children."

"Hey! Look, I knew that you and Nala had your issues but I had no idea that it had been that bad-"

"Yes you did!" Hunter interrupted, trying to ignore the sting of tears behind his eyes. "Because I told you. Because I begged you to let me stay with you! So that I never had to deal with her ever again! Obviously I was expecting too much from you to believe in your own children over your latest squeeze."

Hunter could feel his fists shaking. He crossed his arms, clamping his hands under his pits to stop them from punching his father in the face. He took a shuddering breathe, forcing himself to calm down.

"If you knew Omega was born, then why did you never see her? And who is Boba's mother for that matter?"

Jango sighed and for the first time, Hunter properly took him all in. His face sagged with wrinkles carved into dark skin that had lost its golden glow. His once strong frame had lost its muscles definition and the curls of his hair were almost completely grey. His father couldn't have been more than fifty years old but he looked aged.

"After Fives ... died I... I realised how awful a father I had been to you. To all of you. So I wanted a fresh start. To do things right this time. Around the same time, Nala reached out to me. She was so upset that she had lost custody of you. At the time I felt sorry for her. We both wanted another kid, to make up for the ones we'd lost. So we came to an agreement. We would have two children between us. She would keep one and I would keep the other."

"So instead of trying to be a better father to the kids you already had, you just decided to create a new one?" Hunter stated in disbelief. He had often called his father crazy but he'd had no idea that the man was truly insane. "Where you there when Wolffe lost his eye? No, Plo Koon was. Or when Echo lost not only his arm but his twin too? No, that was Ninety-Nine. And was it you who rescued Omega from her own mother? No I did."

Hunter wasn't even angry anymore. He was just stating simple facts.

"I'm sorry." Jango said, and the haunted look in his eye told Hunter that he meant it.

Hunter had waited so long to hear those words from Jango. But now that he actually had them, he found that he didn't care. He'd gone his whole life without needing Jango. So why would he need his apology now.

"Look I'm glad that you've acknowledged how shitty a parent you were. And that out of all of us, at least Boba has a Dad that he can rely on. But." Hunter stared at his father, making sure to look Jango dead in the eye. "You are not my Dad. Ninety-Nine was more of a father to me than you ever were. In fact, he is the only person in my life I consider to be my parent."

Jango flinched at his words but Hunter wasn't in the mood to feel sorry for causing it.

"Very well. Can I at least see my daughter now." Jango said expectantly.

Hunter resisted the urge to laugh.

"She is not yours. Legally she is mine. I am her guardian now. So if you want see her, it will be up to me."

That anger he recognised from the few times he had interacted with the man sparked at the back of Jango's familiar eyes. But Jango also knew that he wouldn't be getting anything today. Hunter had inherited his famous Fett stubbornness after all.

"Fine. I'll be in touch. For now, just tell her I said hello." Jango told him. And just like that, the first conversation Hunter had with his father in over a decade was over. Jango didn't even both look over his shoulders as he marched back to the car. From his spot on the porch, Hunter could see Boba animatedly asking questions, none of which appeared to have been answered as Jango drove off, his mouth sealed shut and gaze firmly on the road ahead.

As soon as they were out of his view, Hunter headed back inside. He slammed the door shut, leaning his head against the hard wood. He was sweating, his heart pounded in his chest and his legs felt as though they were about to buckle. He felt like he had run a marathon. Hunter never thought that he would see Jango again and he hated the power the man still had over him even after all these years. But, as shaken as he was, he also felt a sense of closure that he had never experienced before.

"Who was that?"

Hunter startled. He turned around to find Omega standing at the bottom of the stairs, limply holding Lula with one hand whilst the other rubbed sleep from her eyes.

She looked up at him, blinking in innocence.

Hunter tried to give a reassuring smile but he knew the girl could tell that it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Nobody important."


A/N Oops I guess I have a plot now? Sorry it's been so long since I've updated on here! Xxxxxxx