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Overhaul	By : WhisperedWishes Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 1186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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White hot agony was all he felt when he awoke, light blinding his eyes when he opened them causing him to squeeze them shut with a hiss. He struggled to move and hands immediately grabbed at his shoulders. He growled gutturally, flailing his arms weakly as he tried to fight them off before pain overtook him again and he fell back to the soft surface behind him with a groan.
"Bastasi! Get me a hypo...NOW! How in the hell are you awake?"
Hiss only reply was a hissed, "let...die..." before he passed out.
The elderly man winced at the man's words. He wanted to die.
He looked down at his hands, slick with the man's blood as he tried to repair the damage done to his lung.
"I'm sorry, son. I can't. I just can't." He nodded to the nurses surrounding him and they moved forward again.
"Make sure to have another hypo ready just in case. This man is a tough son of a bitch. Is the Bacta-tank ready?"
"Yes, sir."
He frowned, looking at the now relaxed face of the mystery man and shook his head, before holding a hand out.
"Micro-burner."
The smell of burning flesh made his nose wrinkle but he continued on. He had made an oath to save people and he would try his damnedest to save this man.
His mind whirled with so many questions as he worked...namely one in particular.
'Just who are you?'
/ - / - / - /
"How is she doing?"
"She's been replaying the recorder over and over again. I've taken her food, but she's not touching it and she's barely getting water down. She really needs to eat. It's been three days."
Fennec nodded. She knew what this was...Cenry's body was being controlled by her grief, to the point where hunger and thirst were non-existent. In any other situation, she would be fine for a few days at least, until her grief lessened just enough to let her hunger flare up, painfully so. But in this situation....Fennec grit her teeth.
"Give me the food."
Din looked at her in shock. "She won't eat."
"Oh, she will."
That tone of voice was one he knew, from experience, not to mess with and he handed her the tray.
She nodded again, and shooed him away with her hand. "You can leave Mando. Go see to the ship. I'll handle this."
"But-"
"Its time for Cenry and I to have a little chat."
"Be careful. The baby..."
"I know what I'm doing, Mando. If she's as tough as Fett said...she'll be able to take this."
"Alright. I'll leave you to it then."
And he left the living area, a few minutes more the door chimed.
She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and reached out for the bedroom door.
It was a pathetic heart-wrenching sight that greeted her when she entered the room. The poor woman was wrapped around his helmet, clutching it like a lifeline. Her face was red and splotchy, her eyes red rimmed from too many tears. That's when she noticed that one eye was...off. And one of the hands that held the helmet was clearly cybernetic and she gave a small smile.
'Of course you would go for one with scars.'
Fett's voice spoke softly in the background and she frowned. Just how many times has she replayed that recording? Just to listen to his voice?
"Cenry?"
"Go away!"
She scoffed, "Not happening kid."
"Go the fuck away!"
"And just what are you going to do if I don't? Huh? You going to throw a spanner at me? Not very dangerous at all, are you?"
"Fuck off."
"You've got fire, kid but not nearly as much as Fett said you did."
That got a reaction from her. She shot up in bed, lifting the helmet to throw it but Fennec held up a hand.
"So you're going to throw his helmet at me now? A little rude don't you think? He gave you that to keep...in remembrance and this is how you honor him?"
Cenry stilled, slowly lowering the helmet back to her lap. "
Fennec nodded with a grin, "Good. Now here...eat."
the younger woman shook her head in refusal.
"I'm not taking no for an answer. You're kriffing pregnant. Do you want to kill his kid?"
She recoiled at that, stammering, her hand drifting over her abdomen.
Shand continued, "It's more than just your life at stake right now. So swallow that grief and your damn pride and eat something, if not for you, for that baby. For Boba..."
"How did it happen?"
That question shocked her and she floundered with her answer for a bit but one look from Cenry and she knew.
She sighed heavily, sitting down on the edge of her bed and handing the tray over.
Cenry took it and just laid it in front of her knees, her tear swollen eyes trained on Fennec.
"Well, we were tasked to take down some bandits. We were all a little hesitant about taking the job but the pay? As soon as we heard the amount of credits they were offering...well it cinched the deal. We tracked them to a little out of the way backwater planet and waited until night to attack. Boba was right in the thick of it but didn't expect the bastards to have shrapnel grenades. One of them went off next to him. Hit him between the plates and shattered a few of his ribs...one of them punctured a lung...we couldn't stop the bleeding so some shrapnel had to have hit an artery too."
Cen's head just dropped, hiding the tears that flooded her face.
She gently touched the young woman's shoulder. "His last thoughts were of you. He was only worried about you...about your well-being. Said that you'd kill him."
A snort was her only answer but it was a good sign.
"He's not gone, not completely. It will take time but me and Mando...we're here. You're not alone in this."
Fennec patted her back before standing and moving towards the door.
"Thank you. For...for being there when he..."
She turned back and nodded before letting the door close behind her.
Heat pricked at the corner of her eyes and she blinked fast to stem the tears, pressing her head back into the cold, unrelenting metal her hand pressed over the cybernetics that were currently keeping her alive.
'Damn it Fett. You were supposed to outlive me. Now you leave behind this mess? Damn you.'
/ - / - / - /
When he woke again, he was floating...air being pushed into his lungs through a mask. His vision was blurry, only able to make out rough shapes. He thrashed violently, trying to pull himself free until a voice at first muffled, became sharper...clearer to his ears.
"Now son, you need to keep still. You're going to undo all my hard work. You're one tough son of a bitch. Woke up three times during surgery. I pumped enough hypos in you to drop a mudhorn, yet here you are...a day later and wide awake."
He growled low in his throat, thrashing again, a foot connecting with the glass with a loud thump.
The doctor chuckled, patting the glass.
"I know you're probably confused and disorientated right now, but I assure you, you're safe, son. Nothing's going to hurt you...not here. Rest. If you want to recover faster, you need to relax and let your body do what it needs to. Doctor's orders."
He stilled and nodded slowly.
"Oh, so you do understand where you are right now? What you are in?"
Another nod.
The old man smiled and patted the glass again. "Don't worry, we have you hooked to a high dose vita-drip. You're going to be in there for a few days, maybe a week, but with how much you have been waking up...it might be less than that. I take some scans tomorrow and see how those ribs of yours are doing along with that lung. For now just sleep. Okay son?"
He shook his head.
"I promise it will be alright. You won't be in here alone. Name's Terrac of clan Vessrah."
That name resulted in a violent reaction from the man and he thrashed, kicking the glass harder.
'Vessrah? That was Cenry's last name!'
"Whoa now! Calm down, you're going to tear the stitches. Damn it, calm down! The way you're reacting makes me think you've heard this name before...have you?"
Boba stilled and the man studied him, noticing how he looked to be in thought.
"You have haven't you? Terrac or Vessrah?"
He growled at him.
"So Vessrah. You know someone with that name?"
A glare was his only answer and the old man chuckled, raising his hands up.
"I'm only wondering. A lot of my clan was scattered when Mandalore fell. We were spread thin over the galaxy, hunted down by the Empire. All because of what we represented. I lost my wife and unborn daughter during one of those raids. My dearest Leta had been heavily pregnant at the time. We thought she had been hidden away well enough, but I was wrong...terribly wrong. When I looked for her...all I found was her corpse and my infant daughter was missing. I still haven't found her. I don't even know if she's alive. I don't even know what she looks like...maybe she looks like her mother. Long brown hair and grey eyes."
That froze him in place and Boba groaned.
"Cen..ry..."
The old man froze too, looking up at him in shock. There was emotion behind him saying that name...emotion that tore at him inside.
"That's someone special to you? Your lover?"
'You are mine, Cenry Vessrah. I, Boba Fett, accept you as my wife.'
His oath echoed throughout his mind and he shook his head.
"W..ife."
"Oh, well, then she's going to be happy that your still alive. Kids?"
He shook his head.
"Well, I at least suggest waiting until you're fully recovered for that. Now do you need a hypo to help you sleep?"
Boba nodded, his mind was twisting and whirling with so much information that he needed silence. He needed to be able to sort through it.
'Clan Vessrah.' Cenry could be possibly be Mandalorian.
He remembered handing the small model to Din...how shocked the man had been to see something of Beskar in his friend's possession.
'You said your grandfather gave you this?'
That made his insides twist and he shot a glance at the old man.
This couldn't be her grandfather...Cenry said he died a few years ago followed shortly by her Nan.
'Just who are you, old man?' His mind asked as the hypo finally took effect and he drifted into darkness again.
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