Imagining Imagines

You walked down the street looking for the one person you knew that couldn't resist telling you everything; Even if it was for a price. As you passed by children playing in the streets, their mothers rounded them inside as quickly as they could. They knew your reputation, and though you would never hurt a youngling, it was probably best they stay out of your way. They watched curiously behind their mothers until you had passed their dwelling.

"If it isn't old Wrist Rocket!" Jung Powell's voice rang out signaling you had reached your destination. He called you that because a small missile launcher on your wrist was the only piece of pure beskar you had. It stood out, hence him picking it to distinguish you from other Mandalorians.

He emerged from his workshop and walked over to you. "Here to ask about the new Mando in town, eh?"

"Where are they?" You asked simply.

Jung laughed and squashed a bug underneath his foot. He was always easily distracted. "You know I like ya," he smiled. "But payment's been kind of high this month. Y'know how it is--"

"Fine. I'll get you a payment," you interrupted.

He chuckled and crossed all four of his green arms. "That's why I like you, but it's a bit different this time." You withheld a breath. If Jung wanted you to do something different, it was never good.

"I don't have time to chase down the people you squabble with," you argued.

"It's not a squabble," he countered. "He owes me money, and he won't pay up."

"So, a squabble," you huffed.

He waved two of his hands dismissively. "Ok, call it what you want. The point is I'm not very intimidating--"

"You don't say."

"But if you so much as walk in the door, he'll be at your feet with the money. I just know it." You took a moment to weigh out the options. It was just a simple debt collection. You figured it would be an easy job. Just get it over with and find the other Mandalorian.

"Fine," you agreed. "Who owes you?"

"Don't know if you've heard of him. His name's Kole. Never gave a me a last name, but he doesn't live far away."

He gave you the directions to your target, and you went quickly on your way. You needed to get this job over with so you could get the information you needed about the Mandalorian. You were almost jogging down the streets as you relayed the directions in your head. Left. Right. Left again. You stopped your mental GPS when you heard some kind of commotion. You took a deep breath. It was where your target supposedly was.

You armed the rocket on your wrist and slowly walked into the building. A man dropped at your feet and you instinctively aimed at him. He wasn't moving. You kicked his arm to make sure it was safe to continue.

"Who are you?" A voice made you whip around. Standing only a few feet from you was a Mandalorian decked out in full beskar armor. Every system in your body froze, and you had to remind yourself to breathe.

"You're a Mandalorian," you commented, ignoring his question.

"So are you," he added. He took a step towards you and you pulled out your blaster. He raised his hands slightly, but he didn't step back.

"What are you doing here?" you questioned.

"I'm just passing through," he answered. "I didn't know...I thought all the other Mandalorians were dead." You were glad the helmet you wore concealed the shock on your face. Either he was a lunatic or something terrible at happened.

"Why would you think that?" you asked.

He kept a hand raised as he crouched down at the man at your feet. "Because they all died," he quipped. You didn't quite know how to process what he was saying. You hadn't gone back to Mandalore in years, so it wasn't impossible that he was telling the truth. Still, you refused to believe that they were all gone.

He pulled something out of the mans pocket and stepped back once more. "What is that?" you questioned. The only reason you could trust him was the fact that he was a Mandalorian, and at the moment, that wasn't enough.

He crushed the device in his hand, making you wonder what it was even more. "Broken," he responded simply.

You rolled your eyes though he couldn't see it. "You better start talking, because this is my town. I'm not letting another Mandalorian put me out of my job here.

"I'm not here to take your job," he assured you. "I just came for him." He gestured to the unmoving man that was still at your feet. You figured by now that it was Kole. Your target.

"He was my job," you growled. He still hadn't told you why he was there or how the other Mandalorians had died. He wasn't telling you anything, and it frustrated you to no end.

"Well," he sighed. "You better hope your employer will take him in cold." He tried to walk by you and you were quick to block him.

"Move," he ordered.

"Not until you give me answers," you insisted.

"I was going to," he said. "Back at my ship."

"I'm perfectly fine discussing this here," you said pointedly.

"I'm not." He changed his approach, realizing that he wasn't getting through to you. "Believe me, I'm not going anywhere. I've been looking for another Mandalorian for a while. I just need to get something."

You both stared at each other as if you could read the other's expression through the helmets. That was always a problem with Mandalorians. They couldn't communicate without getting physical. The longer you stood there the heavier the tension in the air became.

A squeal interrupted your stare-down, and before you knew it, your blaster was aimed in the direction of the sound.

"Don't!" The Mandalorian cried. You took a moment to take in what exactly you were looking at. A small green creature with abnormally large ears was standing on a counter not far off.

"How did that get in here?" you demanded.

The Mandalorian rushed over to the creature and gingerly picked it up. "I don't know," he huffed. Then to the child he added, "I thought I told you to stay on the ship." It cooed in response and held it's hand out toward you. You still had your blaster raised, so you lowered it slowly and stared at it's three little fingers.

"What does it want?" you asked. Instead of responding, he put the child down on the ground, and it stumbled in it's oversized coat towards you. You tensed up as it got closer.

"What does it want?" you repeated with more urgency. The kid reached your feet and grabbed on to one of your legs. You froze, so you didn't hurt it by moving.

"Don't hurt him, he's just a kid," The Mandalorian said.

"I wasn't planning on it, but you need to get it off of me!" You raised the boot with the creature on it so he could take it off. He set it back on the ground, and it immediately started making it's way back to you. He picked it up with a warning and didn't put it down again.

"That's not....your kid---"

"No," he interrupted. "I just found him."

"A foundling," you whispered as you stepped towards the child.

The Mandalorian instinctively stepped back. "Yes. I've been keeping him safe."

"Hence my target being dead at my feet," you guessed.

He nodded. "Are you a guild member?"

"No, I get my targets from locals," you explained. "Something I intend to keep doing, so you and your foundling might want to make yourselves disappear."

"We're not here to ruin your business."

"You being here is ruining my business," you pointed out. "Right now, I get plenty of jobs. Why shouldn't I? I am the only Mandalorian in this town after all. Add another in the mix? eventually we'll be either splitting the load, or fighting for the best offer."

"I'm not here for the jobs," he said. "If I needed jobs, I could go anywhere. Like I said, the Mandalorians are gone. People will hire anyone. All you need is the armor."

"Speaking of," you said with a nod towards his armor. "You've got a pretty good set. What are the odds of the Mandalorians being wiped out and a single man making it out with full beskar armor? I'd guess pretty slim. Unless of course he helped kill a few so he could keep the spoils."

"I got this armor before they all died," he informed. "High paying customer."

"Must've been quite a bounty."

"Still is," he looked at the kid in his arms. "That's why I have to keep him safe."

You paused to take in what he had said. "That was the bounty?"

"If you lay a finger on him--"

"I'm not interested in the money," you snapped. "I just want to know how you got paid and still got to keep him."

"It's complicated."

You looked back and forth between him and the kid. "Alright. I don't care. Just get what you came for and get off my planet."

***

It had been days since your Mandalorian encounter and he still hadn't left. You would see him around town every now and again, and he was always with that kid. He insisted he was leaving, but he never did. It made you anxious. In just the few days he had been there he had stirred everyone up. You couldn't imagine what would happen if he never left.

You sat on the edge of a rock on the outskirts of you town. He claimed he had his ship parked somewhere around there. You wanted to check it out, but you weren't in any hurry. It was nice to be able to take in the scenery for a moment. You stood and took a deep breath. Calming down for a second was just what you needed. This Mandalorian had you worked up for nothing.

You turned around and froze when you saw the Mandalorian's kid standing right in front of you. For some reason, he always made an effort to find you. You liked to think the Mandalorian told it to, just to get on your nerves.

"Go back to the Mandalorian," you ordered. It titled it's head and continued to stare at you. "The other Mandalorian." It stayed.

"Look, kid, I'm not babysitting you. Go back to the Mandalorian that takes care of you, cause it certainly isn't me." Finally, he started walking. Unfortunately for him, he was walking straight towards the edge of the cliff. You put your foot in it's path and it looked up at you.

"Try the other way," you instructed. You nudged it with your foot away from the edge. It paused there for a moment, then turned around and headed for the edge again. You sighed and picked it up by the back of it's cloak. You really didn't want to touch it at all, but you couldn't leave it to wander off the cliff like that. You held it away from you as you continued to trek through the rocky area. Either you'd find his ship or you'd take the creature back to him directly.

A few moments later you saw smoke rising in the sky. There was nothing in that area for miles. The perfect place to land a ship. You picked up the pace, hoping that it was the ship you were looking for. Sure enough in the middle of the clearing was a broken down ship that looked like it used to be a Razor Crest.

"Please tell me that isn't his ship," you said to the child. It only gurgled in response. You set it down now that it couldn't wander off an edge somewhere, and it started walking to the ship. No wonder that Mandalorian was still there. He hardly had a ship to fly back on.

"Hey!" The Mandalorian came up behind you. "What are you doing?" he demanded.

"You intend to fly back on that?" you remarked. "That wouldn't make it off the ground, much less the planet."

"You think I don't know that?" he huffed. "That's why I've been repairing it these past few days. Don't worry. The kid and I will be out of your little town in no time." He stopped the kid halfway to the ship and carried him the rest of the way. You decided to follow, curious about the inside. You followed the Mandalorian up the ramp and took a quick look around the ship. It didn't take long since it was so small and cramped. You couldn't imagine living in it.

"Are you done with your little tour?" he grumbled when you had made it back to the ramp.

You shrugged. "If you don't want me to look around your ship, you should've had it off the planet."

"Unless you have a spare parked in a garage somewhere, that's not going to happen just yet."

"It might be easier if you didn't have a kid to look after," you pointed out.

"It's not that difficult."

"Oh really?" you smirked. "Is that why I found it about to wander off a cliff?"

You could see him tense beneath his beskar armor. "What?" he said testily.

You walked off the ship with a last comment over your shoulder. "I'll let you get back to work."

You sat outside the cantina with Jung Powell talking business. He always bought you a drink thought he knew you couldn't remove your helmet. He probably did it as a temptation to break your code, but it would never work. Instead he would just drink yours as well as his.

"You did great with the money Kole owed me," he was saying. "But you killing him gave a lot of people cold feet y'know."

You tilted your head slightly. "What about you?"

He reached forward to grab the cup in front of you. "I understand it was all in a day's work," he said through a chuckle. He emptied the glass in one gulp and slammed the cup back on the table. "So, if you're looking for another job, I'm the one to talk to."

"That's why I'm here," you said.

"This one's a bit different--"

"With how often you say that, it's starting to become expected."

"Right, I get that, but this really is something else." He leaned over the table enough for you to smell his breath. "Are you up for a cargo run?"

You leaned back and shook your head. "I'm a bounty hunter, not a mail carrier."

"Not even if the mail includes a high paying customer?" he bribed. You stared at him as you considered the offer. It was almost impossible for you to give up a good payment, and you knew that Jung never let you down when it came to those.

"Where to?" you asked warily.

"A dwarf planet a couple systems away--"

"Off planet?" you interrupted. "No deal."

"Come on, wrist rocket, it's getting harder and harder to get deals that stay on planet," he whined.

"Maybe for you, but I have other sources." You stood up to leave and he was quick to tumble out of his chair and stop you.

"No, no, wait!" he cried. "I promise it's worth your time! Plenty of credits! Probably enough to get you more than just a wrist rocket!" You froze. You couldn't lie and say that it wasn't tempting. Deep down you knew it was because of the Mandalorian, but you didn't listen to yourself.

Instead you turned back to Jung. "What do I need to take and where?"

He smiled and rubbed two of his hands together. "Glad you're on board." He gave you your assignment and you walked away knowing you just made a big mistake. Madnalorians were true to their word. If you said you were going to do it, you have to see it through. Now you took up a job out of what? Spite? It was a terrible idea. However, you pushed the doubt out of your mind and looked towards your goal. The only thing you needed now was a way off the planet.

***

"You want me to do what?" The Mandalorian didn't sound thrilled about your offer.

"I'll give you a cut," you assured him. "I just need transportation off-planet."

"I'm not towing you around to whatever planet you want for a small tip."

"A small tip and the repairs you need to get that ship off the ground," you corrected.

"No thanks. I'll repair it myself." He walked back into his ship, not letting you respond. You stepped back to see his ship was still smoking and hissing and let out a frustrated breath.. You knew you could fix it for him, but you wouldn't do it for charity. You weren't getting through to him though. You cut your losses and turned around to leave.

Something grabbed on to your leg and out of instinct, you tried to kick it off. You heard the Mandalorian's foundling squealing so you stopped and looked down. Once again, the creature was holding onto your boot with a iron grip. Normally you'd pry it off and send it on it's way, but as it looked up at you with it's big black eyes, you had an awful idea.

Warily, you began walking it back to the ship. You heard the Mandalorian in the the cockpit so you waited for him to come down. When he did come down and saw you with the creature, he froze.

"What are you doing with him?" he said. You could tell he was tense, and his hand was hovering closer and closer to his blaster.

"Your little foundling won't let go of me," you said with a smirk that he thankfully couldn't see. "I tried and tried, but he just won't budge."

"Sounds like a you problem," he said. You thought you heard a hint of humor, but he was far to concerned about his kid for you to tell.

"It is until I go off-planet to finish out this job, and because I couldn't get him away from me, he tags along. That sounds very much like a you problem," you teased.

The Mandalorian clenched his fists. He scooped the kid off your leg and placed him in his bed. He closed the door and turned back to you. "Leave the kid out of this."

"I can't help what it does--"

"You're not taking him with you." Now he was getting upset.

You felt the kid grab onto your boot again and without looking down at it you said, "I don't think I have a choice."

"How did you--" The Mandalorian tried to take him off again, but the kid stayed put. "C'mon kid, let go."

Nothing.

The Mandalorian tugged harder, but the kid squealed, causing him to stop. He looked from the creature to you. For a second, your stomach flipped at the idea that he might actually kill you just to get his kid back. You quickly pushed the thought aside. He wouldn't. It was against the code.

He stood there considering his options for a while before he finally mumbled, "You'd have to get it to fly."

You smiled and gently took the kid off your boot. "Thank you," you said as you handed it over.

He took it and brushed passed you. "Just one trip there and back. No more." That was fine by you. You got exactly what you needed. Now you had to get to work with the repairs.

***

You and the Mandalorian sat in the cockpit ready to test out the repaired ship. His kid sat in his lap since you were taking up it's usual spot, so he carefully reached around it to flip switches and press buttons. He had instructed you not to touch anything, then proceeded to unscrew a small lever and hand part of it to the kid.

"We just repaired this thing, and you think it's a good idea to take it apart for that thing's chew toy?" you inquired.

"I know what I'm doing," he snapped. He pulled up, and the whole ship rumbled beneath you. For a moment you weren't sure it would make it off the ground. Then, with a low creak, the ship rose and started cruising forward slowly but surely.

"Hold on," the Mandalorian instructed. He increased the speed and the ship let out a number of complaints. It started rumbling and shaking uncontrollably, and you grabbed onto the seat so you wouldn't get tossed around.

"What's happening?" you shouted over the noise of alarms and groaning metal.

"It'll stabilize once we break through the atmosphere!" he responded.

"If we make it that far!" you snapped. You looked over at the kid on his lap. He was smiling and bouncing like it was some kind of ride to him. Something you would've found funny if there wasn't a good chance that you would all plummet back to the ground. A few moments later, space came speeding into view and the alarms switched off. Then in a second everything went from chaotic to completely silent.

"Told you," the Mandalorian said. "Now we just cruise over to your dwarf planet. I don't think we'll be able to jump to hyperspace."

"What?" you said louder than you had planned. "That could take us days, and that's if we don't come across any obstacles!"

"You're the one who wanted a ride," he quipped as he leaned back in his chair. "If you change your mind, there's always the eject pods."

It took every cell in your body to maintain your composure. This wasn't even a mission you were particularly thrilled about going on, much less with this Mandalorian. You felt at times that the only thing keeping you both from each others throats was the Mandalorian code, but according to him, all the Mandalorians were dead. What validity was there to that pact?

The creature on his lap kept looking at you with it's huge, pitch-black eyes. You didn't know how to react. It was hard not to stare. It's eyes and ears were oversized, and it's layers of clothes made it look like it was in a squishy cocoon. It was kind of cute. You smiled at it, and though it couldn't see, it gurgled and smiled back.

"How old is it?" you asked. The Mandalorian seemed taken aback by the question. You were almost surpised yourself. You didn't care about the kid. You were just curious.

"I don't know," he said after a while. "Somewhere around 50?"

"Fifty?" you asked surprised.

"Well, he obviously ages slower than we do," he remarked. You looked over at the kid and he looked back at you with wide questioning eyes. The Mandalorian stood up with the kid in his arms, and went to the lower part of the ship. "I'll be right back. Don't touch anything!" His command echoed just far enough for you to hear him. You rolled your eyes and reclined in your seat. You might as well get comfortable.

You had been twiddling your thumbs for almost half an hour, and the Mandalorian still hadn't come back. It was irritating, especially since you couldn't do anything on his ship. It clearly wasn't meant to be a livable space. It was just meant for towing him across the galaxy.

You had thought about traveling beyond your planet before, and the longer you stayed the more you wanted to leave. You had heard that it's the spirit of a Mandalorian to travel from place to place, but you never tried. Now you looked out at the black of space littered with stars. It had been so long since you had seen it.

A small, quiet sound roused you from your thoughts. You turned your seat around to see the kid standing there and staring right at you. A small chuckle escaped your lips.

"What do I have to do to get you to stop following me?" you asked half-jokingly. He babbled as if he was actually trying to respond. He walked closer and raised his arms.

"Sorry, but I don't think your dad would want me picking you up," you warned. It insisted and walked even closer. You rolled your eyes. The Mandalorian didn't seem to be coming back soon anyway. You granted the child's wish and picked him up. You didn't set him on your lap, but rather held him a good distance away from you as if he was toxic.

"Are you seriously older than I am?" you whispered almost to yourself.

"Hey!" The Mandalorian's voice cut through the ships low hum and made you jump. You almost dropped the kid so you brought him closer to you by instinct. "What are you doing with the kid?"

"Your kid keeps coming to me!" you explained angrily. "Besides, he's fine." You held the creature out towards the Mandalorian like it was some dull object. He was quick to take it from you, and he sat back down in the pilot's seat. You needed to say something. Anything. You were getting tired of constantly being mad at each other. After all, you were supposedly the last two of your kind. It probably wasn't best to be fighting each other with every word.

"I don't even know what I'm supposed to call you," you mentioned. It was a sudden thought that you had. You currently didn't call him anything. The way you got each others attention was by yelling at the other. Definitely not a good way to end the fighting.

His head moved ever so slightly towards you. "I don't really..." He trailed off and a long moment of silence passed before he spoke up again. "Why don't you just...call me Mando?"

"Mando?" you inquired. "That derogatory nickname that almost every Mandalorian gets?"

"It's not a derogatory nickname. At least, not anymore," he corrected. "I don't have anything else in mind."

"Well, Mandalorians get their nicknames by what they look like or how they act," you pointed out. You looked him up and down. "I guess that would make you 'Beskar?'"

"And what would that make you? 'Not beskar?'" he retorted.

"Ha ha," you replied unenthusiastically. "I'm seriously just supposed to call you Mando?"

"Call me whatever you want," he concluded. "It's not like we're going to be seeing each other after I drop you off." You couldn't argue with that. You certainly didn't intend to see him again, and you were positive the feeling was mutual. You laid your head back against the seat. This was going to be a long trip.

***

Two days since you had left, the dwarf planet finally came into view. You were relieved to be so close to your destination. Of course, the trip wasn't as bad as you thought once you actually talked to Mando without bickering. If you didn't leave room for an argument, he hardly said anything, but the few things he said were actually worth something.

"That's the planet right?" he asked.

"It is," you confirmed. "Are you sure this thing is equipped to land?"

"I guess we'll find out in about five minutes," he replied as he flicked switches and pressed buttons.

"Ship 4119, this is landing pad 7. Do you have clearance to land?" A voice from the intercom made both of you freeze. A small hologram appeared with a symbol that made your blood turn cold. It was the crest of the Empire.

"This is an imperial trade?" Mando hissed under his breath.

"Dank farrik!" you growled. "I'll kill you, Powell."

"Ship 4119, are you reading me?" The voice pressed.

"What do we do?" you whispered.

"Four minutes 'til we land," he started. "We stall." He raised his voice so the person over the intercom could hear. "Yes, I have clearance, but there's some bad interference. Let me switch you over to another channel. Stand by." He switched off the intercom and turned towards you. "That should buy us about a minute."

"Only?" you asked incredulously.

"What did you expect dealing with the Empire?" he scolded.

"I didn't know it was the Empire," you defended weakly.

"We don't have long to figure out what we're doing," he reminded you. "We can't land on the pad so we need to find an alternative."

"It's all trees," you huffed. "The landing pad is our only option."

"Ship 4119, you cooperation is required are you will be terminated."

"The landing pad it is," he sighed. "Hold on to the kid. It's not going to be a smooth landing."

You did as he said and waited. He lowered the landing gear and the ship immediately seized up. The shook and rumbled, and alarms started going off. The voice over the intercom had started a countdown until their "termination". Mando waited til the count of one to expertly roll to the side and half land half crash onto a separate landing pad. Guards were around the ship in moments. Stormtroopers.

"Step out of the ship with your arms up," one commanded.

"They don't know that there's two of us," Mando whispered to you. "I'll walk out as they said, then on my signal, you come in behind and start taking them out." You nodded, and he started to make his way off the ship. You watched him closely for the signal as you readied your rocket. One hit, perfectly aimed, would take them all out.

The signal, followed by your rocket going off, followed by a blinding white light filled the next few moments of your life. When the smoke cleared, there was hardly anything telling you there were stormtroopers there at all. You exited the ship with the kid still in your arms.

"Not bad," you complemented yourself.

"Yeah, yeah, you did good," he brushed off. "We're not entirely out of the woods yet. Spread out and make contact if you find the package."

You stopped. "I thought you were leaving."

"What can I say?" he said with a small shrug. "I'm bored." He threw a small communicator in your direction. "If you come back without the kid, you're as good as dead." Without another word, he jogged off to look for the package. You look down at the kid in your hands, and he tilted his head.

"Yeah, I'm confused too," you murmured. You jogged in the opposite direction already waiting to get off this planet.

What seemed like hours later, Mando contacted you on the communicator. It was pretty choppy, but from what you could tell, he either had the package or he would soon. You breathed a sigh of relief. You weren't comfortable being so close to the Empire.

You quickly found the river you had been following, and began heading upstream. The kid was getting restless. He wanted to walk, but the Mandalorian would have you head if you let him with so many stormtroopers around. So you continued. You thought all would be well, but out of nowhere a gun shot fired right next to your head.

"They're over here!" A stormtrooper yelled through the woods. You found cover and quickly opened your communicator.

"Mando, I'm under attack!" you warned. "South of the ship, not far! Hurry!" Shots were firing all around you and the child started whimpering in fear. You held him close to you as you fired shots blindly into the forest. "Mando!"

Stormtroopers yelled in the distance signaling help was there. You stood from your cover and came helmet to helmet with a camo trooper. He knocked his gun into you hands, sending the kid rolling across the forest floor. You fired your blaster and the trooper dropped to the ground. You heard a sickening splash as you realized the child had rolled towards the river.

Mando caught up with you and noticed you didn't have his kid. "Where is he?" he yelled. You ignored him and plunged head first into the river. The child was so small, it would've been carried away in an instant. When you finally spotted him, he was bobbing downstream with a wide smile. You swam towards him, scooped him up, and placed him back on solid ground. Thankfully there wasn't a scratch on him.

The Mandalorian had made it to you and the kid right as you pulled yourself from the river. You were ready for him to scold you, grab the kid, and walk off, but he picked up the kid and extended an arm to you.

"You alright?" he questioned. You hesitantly took his hand, and he helped you stand.

"Fine," you said quietly. A small hint of a nod from Mando, and you were both walking through the forest back to the ship.

Mando held out a metal rod laced with blue light. "This the package?"

"Yes," you said as you took it from him. "Thank you."

"We can't get back on the Razor Crest," he informed. "It's too banged up."

"What are we supposed to do then?" you asked.

He turned to you. "We need one of those Imperial Cruisers."

***

It had been a whole month since your run-in with the Empire. You and Mando successfully stole one of the Empires aircraft, and made your way back to your planet without a hitch. It was there that Mando offered for you to work with him for a while. You told him you had to think about it, but your mind was already made up. You loved the thrill of going off planet, and you wanted to go again.

You hadn't looked back until now. You were currently making your way back to that same dwarf planet to retrieve the ship you had left behind so long ago.

"Either the Empire will be completely flushed out--" Mando was saying.

"Or they'll have grown ten times their original size," you finished.

"That about sums it up," he confirmed. Working together felt so natural now. It was a wonder Mandalorians hadn't worked together before. They had similar expertise, making it easy to agree to and execute a plan. At least, that was the case for you and the Mandalorian. You found a way to communicate without fighting, and you only grew closer from there.

You liked being around the Mandalorian. You hadn't expected to become so close to him, but you didn't mind one bit. You were both at ease with one another and didn't need a lot of words to understand each other. You both had learned the micro movements that the other uses. A small shift of the helmet. A clench of the fist. A drop of the shoulders. Small things that meant so much.

"So, you run the kid onto the ship as I cover you," Mando said, going through the plan once more.

"I set off a distraction long enough for you to make it on the ship yourself," you continued.

"And we fly off the planet as quick as we can."

"Assuming it will fly," you quipped.

"All of this is assuming they've grown stronger," he reminded you. "I'm not sure the Empire is capable of that at this point."

"I wouldn't get my hopes up," you cautioned. The intercom rang out with the same warning you had received last time.

Mando kept his eyes forward. "Here we go." He ignored the voice and landed the ship on the pad. You picked up the kid and waited for Mando to leave the ship first. He walked out, guns blazing and were quick to slip out behind him. A few troopers saw you, but luckily they were terrible shots. You made quick work of them and moved the kid onto the Razor Crest. So far so good. Now you just had give Mando a distraction.

Before you could even think of anything, three TIE fighters let loose a rain of fired on the pad where the Mandalorian was. In a panic you fired a rocket at one, but it just missed the fast moving ship.

"Mando!" you called. "Get in here! We need to move!" You fired at as many troopers as you could without attracting fire to yourself, but it didn't help much. He was practically by himself.

"Fire up the ship and take off!" You heard Mando's voice over the communicator in your helmet.

"I'm not leaving you," you replied.

"Leave the ramp open! Trust me!" Going against your better judgement, you did as he said. The child was confused as to why you were leaving the Mandalorian on the planet, but he stayed with you. You tried to get the ship off the ground, but it wouldn't budge you diverted power and fuel until you had enough of a kick to get it moving.

"Now would be a great time to get on board!" you informed.

"I'm on my way! Fly!" he responded. You pushed forward as the ship creaked. Would it be able to make it off the planet?

"Lower!" Mando's voice called out suddenly. You pushed the ship downwards and everything lurched forward. Including the child who was more than happy to not be around all the buttons.

"Get back in your seat," you instructed him. His ears drooped, but he obeyed and crawled off the control panel.

"I'm on! Close the ramp," Mando said. You closed the ramp and tried to direct the ship upwards. TIE fighters noticed the attempt to escape and started firing making the ship worse.

"We're taking fire!" you yelled. Mando climbed the ladder into the cockpit, and you were quick to move so he could take the controls. The ship slowly climbed while taking shot from the TIE fighters. You couldn't dodge them without using much needed fuel to get away from the planet. The ship was rocking and squealing as it tried to break through the planets atmosphere. You grabbed the child and rushed him down to his bed. He would be safer there than in the cockpit.

"We broke through!" Mando informed you. You climbed back up to where he was.

"Then why are we still shaking uncontrollably?" you questioned.

"Those TIE fighters will be on us in seconds," he continued. "We need to jump to hyperspace."

"This ship can't do that!"

"It'll have to. Where's the kid?"

"He's safe."

"Then hold on." He prepared everything for the jump, but he looked over at you before started. "It's our only option."

You strapped in as quickly as you could. "Then do it." Mando engaged the hyperdrive. Immediately you knew you were going to crash. The ship's alarms blared and the engine burst into flames. Pulling out of hyperspace, you saw a planet speeding into view, but you couldn't stop the ship in time. You crashed and slid on the icy planet before everything went black.

***

When you woke up, you could only make out the orange light of fire mixing with the blue light of the planet you were on. You tried to blink to make the world come into focus, but your eyes refused to comply. You took off your helmet for a moment and cold wind whipped at your face. The back of your head throbbed and you gingerly touched it. When you moved your hand you saw that it was coated in blood. You were wounded where no one could see.

You slipped your helmet back on before going to find the Mandalorian. You didn't know what to do except find him, so that's what you would do. You didn't have to walk far before you found the crashed ship. You picked up the pace as you called for the Mandalorian. You entered the burning ship and found Mando unconscious in the cock pit. You shook his shoulder until he finally came woke.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"I'm fine," you lied.

"And the kid?" he pressed.

"I don't know," you answered. You both quickly descended the ladder and opened the door to the sleeping pod. The child sat on the bed completely unharmed. You breathed a sigh of relief. You felt as if the kid was your own. You didn't know what you'd do if something happened to him.

"Any sign of the Empire?" Mando questioned.

"None," you replied. "But there's no sign of getting off this planet either. We really messed up."

"There has to be some kind of lifeform on this planet," he insisted.

"I saw the planet. It's all snow and ice. You'd have to be crazy to live here."

"We have to try anyway." He grabbed a blanket off the bed and wrapped the child in it. You all left the ship and stepped onto the freezing planet. Your hopes of finding a way off were low to non-existent, but you followed Mando. He'd find a way.

The longer you walked, the dizzier you felt. Your head hadn't stopped throbbing and you were finding it hard to focus. Whatever you had done to your head was slowly chipping away at you. Your legs felt weak, and it wasn't long before they gave out on you. You crumpled into the snow.

"Y/N!" Mando called. You couldn't register his voice. Where he was. What was happening. The fact that he had used your name though you never gave it to him. It was all just a fleeting thought that was drowned out in the pain. He held you in his arms as he tried to keep you conscious. You felt his hands at the sides of your helmet and you quickly held them away.

"It's against the code," you groaned.

He looked at his hand which was covered in blood from your helmet. "You're bleeding! I have to take it off to help!"

"No!" you insisted. "You can't see my face. You know that."

"I'd rather you live with the shame then die here in the snow!"

"I can't," you breathed. "I've never taken it off in front of anyone." He stopped and looked at you hopelessly.

"It's ok," you said. "Find a way off the planet and take care of the kid." The Mandalorian carefully propped you up in the snow then slightly stepped back. Before you could say anything, or even think of what was happening. He removed his helmet and dropped it at his feet. His brown hair blew wildly in the wind as he bent down to you.

"You..." you barely whispered.

"I'm helping you even if that means breaking the code, but we'll be breaking it together," he said. You felt him lifting the helmet off your head, but you didn't stop him. He placed your helmet next to his in the snow and gently moved your hair aside. You didn't have the willpower to fight what was happening. You let him work as the world grew fuzzy around you. It all seemed surreal. Especially when the next thing you remembered was the child dropping to the ground in exhaustion.

The world was coming back into focus, and the throbbing pain in your skull subsided. You looked up to see your Mandalorian unmasked and holding his child. Your hand instinctively reached for the wound at the back of your head, but there was none.

"He healed you." It was strange to hear the Mandalorian's voice outside of the helmet. It was softer and more real. "I don't know how he does it, but it drains his energy. It was the only way to save you.

You stood slowly, unable to take your eyes from the Mandalorian's. It was strange to think he was seeing your face just as you were seeing his. You thought you'd be more ashamed. After all you had broken one of the most important rules on Mandalore. You both had. But you didn't feel guilt like you had done something wrong. You felt what you could only identify as relief. Relief that you didn't have to hide behind your metal helmet in front of the one you cared so deeply for.

Mando picked up both the helmets, handing yours to you. "We should get moving." You stared into yours, not wanting to put it back on. You grudgingly did, and Mando followed. You both took moment to stare at each others expressionless helmets, then continued through the ice and snow.

When you finally find people, you recognized them as a rebels. There weren't many that were aware of the Empires presence and even fewer would fight. They wouldn't harm you. They brought you into a cave that was partially lined with metal and cement. They hadn't been there long. They were hesitant to let you in at first, but when they saw the child laying unconscious in Mando's arms, they obliged. They took the kid to care for him, and you could tell Mando was tense. You placed your hand on his shoulder and he turned to you.

"He's going to be fine," you comforted. He remained silent. "You...said my name. Back in the snow. Unless I was hallucinating--"

"You weren't" he confirmed. "I saw it on our first trip to that kriffing dwarf planet. I never meant to get used to saying it in my head. I'm sorry."

You shrugged. "I don't think you knowing it puts me in danger."

He took a deep breath. "My real name is Din Djarin."

"You didn't have to tell me--"

"From now on, we do things together or not at all. Deal?"

You desperately wished he could see you smile. "Deal."

***

A week passed on the planet you came to know as Hoth. You needed time to recover and so did the kid. The rebels were working on a way to get you off the planet, and the Mandalorian spent most of his time working to help them with that. He was getting more frustrated every day. You wanted to help him. Tell him they'd find a way soon, but the only option they had was another week of waiting until a ship flew in for supplies.

It was late at night when he came to you. He was broken down and stressed, but he would never tell you so. He hardly said a word to you during the whole week. But now here he was.

He walked over to you slowly and stopped. "I can't find a faster way off this planet," he said, his voice laced with defeat.

"It's alright," you assured him. "What matters is that we will get off. Eventually."

"Eventually," he repeated. "Eventually isn't good enough."

"We're alright here," you soothed. "Nothing's going to happen to the kid here."

"They have trackers," he pointed out. "They'll find him if we don't move--"

"Din," you said, using his name for the first time since he told it to you. You stepped closer so he was only a few inches apart from you. You removed his helmet without any objections from him and set it aside. You did the same to your helmet. You needed to talk to him face to face.

"We could go a few rounds," you offered. "Find out which blade is best."

Obi-Wan unpowered his lightsaber and stood up. "You know Master Qui-gon said we can't fight each other anymore."

"You're no fun," you huffed as you turned off your lightsaber. "Neither of us got hurt last time."

"We almost did," Obi-wan said.

"You mean you almost did," you smirked. "Besides, how else are we supposed to train." Before he could respond with a logical answer, the door slid open and your mentor walked in.

"I hope you two have learned your lesson," Qui-gon said. "A Jedi without his saber is just a wizard, after all, and we don't have need of wizards."

"We apologize, Master," Obi-wan said for both of you.

"I know you do, Obi-wan," Qui-gon stated. "But you, Y/N, have to speak for yourself."

"I'm sorry, Master," you said. You weren't necessarily sorry for what you had done, but you were sorry for the trouble you'd caused. That was what you apologized for, since Qui-gon, could almost always tell when you were lying.

Qui-gon nodded, satisfied with your apology. "Good. So, from now on, we leave the mudhorns to sleep in their caves, and no padawans get flattened." You were struggling to hide the smile on your face as you and Obi-wan nodded. You remembered you and Obi-wan trudging into the Jedi temple dripping with mud and missing your weapons. Qui-gon had led you both into separate rooms and given you both a lecture.

"It's no wonder we can't find a single Jedi willing to take you in, Y/N," he had said. The words rang out in your head. You would never admit it, but they had hurt. Ever since your mentor had died you had acted differently. You became more reckless. If you thought too much about something, your previous master's voice would echo through your thoughts, and it was too much for you to handle. Qui-gon Jin was an excellent teacher, but he already had Obi-wan to train; so the hunt for a Jedi that would train you was still underway.

"You have a meeting with Master Klyn in one hour, Y/N," Qui-gon said. "He has been looking for an apprentice for a while now. If you behave yourself, that could be you." Obi-wan looked over at you almost sympathetically. You lowered your head so you didn't have to look back.

"Yes, Master," you said.

"Until then, why don't you and Obi-wan make yourselves useful and empty the cargo ship that just docked in flight deck 16," Qui-gon continued. You both nodded and the Jedi left the room.

You turned to Obi-wan. "I'm sorry for dragging you down with me," you apologized.

"You didn't drag me into anything," he insisted. "I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions."

When you made it to the flight deck, an officer overseeing the droids greeted you both. "Are you the help they said they'd send?" she asked.

"Yes, we are," Obi-wan answered.

"I hope you can do a better job than these droids!" she complained. "All they seem to do is mix up shipments, empty crates, and get in my way. Come over here, and I'll show you what to do." You both followed her to the cargo ship, and she began teaching all the protocols. The droids gathered around as if she were talking to them, and she had to shoo them away multiple times.

"Sounds simple enough," you commented.

"Apparently not simple enough for a droid," she grumbled. "I'm going to leave it to you before I lose my mind to these tin cans." With that, she left the flight deck, leaving you and Obi-wan outside the ship.

"I hope she's not planning on staying away too long," you said. "We could have this emptied within the hour."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Obi-wan warned.

"We have the force," you mentioned. "Plus it's not as big as some of the other cargo ships I've seen pass through here." Obi-wan shook his head but didn't argue. Together you began emptying the ship.

Almost an hour later, and you felt like you hadn't even put a dent in all the work. You looked at the crates and boxes that were stacked along every wall of the ship and sighed. Using the force to carry multiple boxes at once was almost harder than carrying each box one by one, so you had stopped using it a while ago.

"I hate to say I told you so--" Obi-wan's voice teased from behind you.

"Oh, shut up," you said with a grin. You grabbed another box from one of the stacks and began taking it down the ramp. Half-way down a mouse droid wove into between your legs and you stumbled down the ramp. Despite your best efforts to keep the box in your hands, it fell to the floor with you right alongside it.

"I'm starting to see her dislike in these droids," you grumbled as you stood. Obi-wan appeared next to you holding a box of his own.

"Your package seems to have run off without you," he commented.

You rolled your eyes as you wiped your hands on your robes. "Hilarious," you deadpanned. When you looked down where your package had fallen, it was gone. "Where did you put it?" you questioned Obi-wan.

"I didn't put it anywhere," he defended. He placed the box he was carrying on the transport vehicle and turned back to you. "But I did see it wander into the ship."

You let out a breath of disbelief. "I don't suppose you saw where in the ship my package wandered to," you said.

Obi-wan smiled and started walking up the ramp. "I'll help you look." You followed him onto the ship, but you didn't have to go far to see what he was talking about. The mouse droid that had tripped you was speeding around the ship with the box on top of it.

"Hey!" you yelled at it. The droid let out a mechanical scream and zipped around the corner.

"Well, that's not helping anything," Obi-wan remarked.

"Neither are you if you're just going to stand there!" you called as you took off after the droid. You and Obi-wan chased the droid around the ship for a while before you both stopped. You were positive that the droid was hiding just around the corner. You silently counted to three and jumped forward. Sure enough, the droid was there, and it was cornered. You pounced for it, but it expertly wove around you and out the way you had come.

You huffed and stood. "I have never hated a mouse droid so much in my life."

"I'm going to have to agree with you," Obi-wan said.

You thought about two grown padawans chasing a measly droid throughout a cargo ship and shook your head. "I'll get that box later," you chuckled.

"Good idea," Obi-wan agreed. You both turned to get back to work when the door sealed closing you both in the room. "What's this?" he asked.

"I don't know," you said warily as you walked to the door. You pressed the control panel on the wall, but it beeped and showed only a red screen. "Great," you huffed.

"Let me try," Obi-wan offered as he took your place by the control panel. He got the same result. He turned and began looking around the room in confusion. "I don't understand why it closed and locked so suddenly."

"This is a cheap ship," you mentioned. "Maybe it's a broken door."

"Well, either way, we have to find a way out," he decided. Without a second thought, you pulled out your saber and turned it on. Obi-wan placed his hand on yours to keep you from using it. "We can't damage the ship."

"We can if there's no other way out," you argued.

"We haven't tried any other way." He sat down in the single chair at the back of the room and began working on the control panel. After a while, he came to a conclusion that made your stomach sink.

"Well, that's not good," he mumbled.

You stood beside him and looked down at the work he was doing. "What's not good?"

"I don't believe this is a room at all," he began. "It's an escape pod."

"We're trapped in an escape pod?" you asked worriedly.

"It should all be fine," Obi-wan assured you. "As long as it doesn't--"

"Escape pod jettisoning," the computer announced.

"Care to finish that sentence?" you quipped. He looked at you with wide eyes and jumped back to the door. He pulled out his lightsaber, but before he could use it, the pod launched throwing you both to the floor. You tried to grab onto something, but you were too disoriented.

The pod jerked to a stop. You and Obi-wan both stood shakily and looked out what you now realized was a window. There was nothing but space, and you turned to Obi-wan with a glare.

"What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything," he defended himself. "As you said; it's a cheap ship."

"Can you turn us back around?" you asked. His silence was all the answer you needed. "We're on a pod headed nowhere and I have a meeting in 5 minutes!"

"Believe me, Y/N, I wish I could take us back, but the controls aren't working." He walked toward you and placed a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sure Master Qui-gon will understand. We'll just have to wait for this pod to land before we can contact him."

You placed your head in your hands and sat down against the wall. "I'm going to be in so much trouble," you whispered. Obi-wan tried to comfort you, but you knew how this would end. Master Qui-gon had told you lessons on punctuality many times. It wasn't one of your strong suits, and he was extra strict about you showing up on time. The only thing you could do was wait, as Master Qui-gon became more and more upset when you didn't show up.

***

The pod had landed sideways on a rocky planet, and you and Obi-wan had to climb through a hole you made in the roof. You jumped off the crashed pod and took in your surroundings. Sharp rocks jutted out created a sharp slope, and it seemed to be the same throughout the whole planet. You both exchanged a look of dismay.

"What are the odds that we end up on an uninhabited planet," you sighed.

"Let's get to the top of this mountain," he said. "We'll be able to see more from up there." You started trudging up the plates of stone until you reached your destination. You had crashed near the top, so it didn't take too long.

"It's all rocks," you commented.

"Not all of it," Obi-wan said while directing your gaze to a gorge beneath you. In the gorge was a small village crammed into the open space on the bottom.

"Yay people," you cheered weakly. "How are we going to get down there?"

Obi-wan took a long breath. "The long way, I suppose." He turned back and began making his way down the mountain. You didn't argue and followed him down the rocks.

Obi-wan was right about it begin a long way down. It was sunset by the time you could even make out the village on the horizon. You and Obi-wan had, for the most part, been quiet, and the silence threatened to lull you to sleep.

"I can't help but feel this is my fault," you sighed.

Obi-wan met your gaze in the dimming light. "Of course, it's not your fault," he said. "You had no control over that pod. I told you Master Qui-gon will understand."

"No, he won't!" you cried. Your voice echoed through the walls of the gorge and your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Somehow, he'll find a way to make this my fault," you said in a more hushed voice.

"You need to put more faith in your master," he lectured. "Don't you trust Qui-gon?"

"I trust him, but he tries to find fault with me so he won't have to look after me."

Obi-wan stopped walking and looked at you with concern. "You don't actually believe that, do you?" You looked at the ground in silence. "Y/N, I have enjoyed you being his padawan with me more than I enjoyed being his only padawan, and I'm sure he feels the same way. I know that Master Qui-gon can be strict, but he cares for both of us equally."

"Then why does he keep trying to pass me off to his Jedi friends?"

"He only wants what's best for you."

"Maybe what's best for me is for both of us to be his padawans."

Obi-wan continued walking and folded his arms in concentration. "Have you spoken to him about it?"

"No," you admitted. "It wouldn't work, and he wouldn't want me."

"I already told you that's not true," Obi-wan said. "The least you could do is ask him. We just need to reach this village and speak to Master Qui-gon so he can come to get us."

"That simple?"

He smiled. "That simple." You returned the smile, but you couldn't help but feel doubt about the plan. You wanted to be a padawan beside Obi-wan, but Qui-gon was persistent in trying to find you a master of your own. You kept your thoughts to yourself as you and Obi-wan continued for the village.

It was late night when you finally reached the area. There were simple houses, but each one had a reinforced roof giving them all a strange look. Obi-wan walked into the first public building he came across with you following suit. You were both extremely tired, but you wouldn't rest until you had tried to contact Qui-gon.

"Excuse me," Obi-wan called to a man behind the counter. "Do you have any form of communication available?"

The man chuckled and shook his head. "There are no forms of communication anywhere on this planet. Even if we had 'em they wouldn't work with all the rock surrounding us."

Your spirits fell, and you gave Obi-wan a tired look. "There isn't anything we can do. We're stuck here."

"You've got that right," the man behind the counter confirmed.

Obi-wan refused to let that be the end. "Is there an inn we could stay in for the night?"

The man laughed again. "I don't know what planet you came from, but if we can't communicate to the outside worlds, then we sure don't have a place for outsiders to stay."

"Is there anywhere we could stay?" Obi-wan pressed.

The man shook his head doubtfully and leaned against the counter. "You could try the abandoned shack at the edge of town, but it would almost be better for the two of you to brave the outside."

Obi-wan sighed. "Thank you," he said and walked out the door. "I guess we have more walking to do."

"If he's right about that shack being as good as the rocks, I'm not going anywhere," you decided.

"I'm sure he was exaggerating," Obi-wan said.

"Either way, I don't want to walk anymore. I'm exhausted."

"I am too, but we can't sleep outside. We don't know what inhabits this planet, and we could be putting ourselves in danger."

You didn't want to admit it, but he was right. You sighed and continued through the town. You and Obi-wan held onto each other to keep one another standing and shelter each other from the cold. When you reached the shack, you trudged through the door and turned on the lights. They just barely flickered on to reveal a single room with cold stone floors and two small beds sitting against either wall.

"No blankets," you commented.

"They'll still be warmer than rocks," Obi-wan reasoned. You certainly couldn't argue with that. You both made your way over to one of the beds, and as soon as you touched the mattress, you were asleep.

Light shone through the holes in the walls, telling you it was time to get up. You were still incredibly cold and tired so you huddled in your bed instead, but Obi-wan didn't. He was already up and moving around the small shack tidying up what he could.

"There's no need to make this a permanent home," you mumbled.

Obi-wan sighed and sat down on his bed. "Unfortunately, you're wrong."

You sat up and blinked the sleep from your eyes. "What?"

"Earlier, I went out to see if there was any way to leave this planet or make contact with Master Qui-gon and found nothing."

Your shoulders sank. "So, we really are stuck."

"Yes," he admitted grudgingly. You put your head in your hands and tried to keep back a headache. It all seemed like a nightmare. You were stuck without resources, without help, and without hope.

"What are we going to do?" you whispered.

Obi-wan placed his hand gently on your shoulder. "I believe that Master Qui-gon will figure out what happened and find us. We just have to wait until then."

"We could be waiting for the rest of our lives," you pointed out.

"Or it could be a single day," Obi-wan countered. "We'll be able to tolerate it more if we hope for the better."

"I'll hope for the better," you said while standing. "But I'm expecting the worst."

***

Two weeks had passed since your crashlanding on the rock planet. There were still no signs of any Jedi coming to your rescue, and the small hope you had was fading. You and Obi-wan kept busy with repairing the shack, and it was starting to provide decent cover. You asked the people who lived there so many questions in just two weeks that they were already starting to become frustrated whenever you'd ask another. Obi-wan kept telling you that they would come, and you just had to be patient. You didn't know what you would do without him there to keep you moving forward.

You had just finished another round of questions in the trade building, and you trudged home unsatisfied with the answers you received.

"What did you learn?" Obi-wan's voice sounded from above you. You looked up in shock to see him standing on the roof of the shack.

"What are you doing?" you asked forgetting to answer his question first.

He sat on the edge and wiped his brow. "Avalanches," he responded.

"Avalanches?" you repeated.

He laughed. "I'm sorry, I meant Gloh Kon told me to reinforce the roof for avalanches. Evidentially, it's a normal thing around here."

"Our escape pod picked quite the location for us," you grumbled.

Obi-wan smiled sympathetically and extended his hand to you. "You can tell me about your interrogations while you help me with the roof." You accepted his hand, and he pulled you up. The metal felt weak and bendable under your weight.

"Is it safe to be up here?" you asked warily.

"Not yet, but hopefully it will be before dusk." After his answer, you immediately began working. You told him what you learned, but there wasn't much to say. The first week you had learned much, but the second week was slow and was doing a fine job of crushing your hope. The only reason you could continue was because of Obi-wan. You looked over at him as he fixed the metal to the roof. Normally you were the one that had to keep him going. Since when was he an optimistic ray of hope? You felt you should say something to him, but what were the right words? You knew the words you wanted to say, but you couldn't. Instead, you turned back to your work.

When the sun set behind the cavernous walls, Obi-wan sat on the edge of the now-reinforced roof. "Let's hope that will do the trick."

"Since when are you so hopeful?" you joked as you sat beside him.

"Since this," he said. "Since everything that happened. I can't explain it, but there's this feeling that's telling me I need to be here. I can't just ignore it and try to leave without knowing what I'm doing here."

"You think the force brought us here?" you asked. "What purpose could we possibly serve here?"

"As I said, I can't explain it," he said as he stared at the sky slowly changing colors around you.

You placed your hand on his. "If you think we're meant to be here, I trust you," you said. "I just hope you know what you're feeling."

He placed his other hand on top of yours. "I hope I do too."

It had been a month since you and Obi-wan had first crashlanded. You didn't want to admit it, but you were starting to become accustomed to life in a ravine. You still hadn't found a way off the planet, but even if you did, Obi-wan wasn't going to leave without knowing why he felt he should stay. You tried to talk about it with him, but he would go quiet until you could get nothing out of him. You didn't know what he felt or how to comfort him.

The only thing you knew was how you felt for Obi-wan. Your heart would race when he smiled at you, and despite you trying to push the feeling aside, it only grew stronger. It was forbidden for a Jedi to love, but your heart didn't seem to care. As time wore on, you became more at ease being with him, and you weren't so desperate to find a way off the planet. You wouldn't dare say anything about it to Obi-wan. He was so keen on the ways of the Jedi. What would he say?

Obi-wan opened the door to the shack, making you jump. "I don't understand it," he began. "Everything seems to be in order here, and I can't sense anything wrong with the force."

"Only that you should stay?" you asked.

He nodded and sat down on his bed. "It doesn't matter," he sighed as he rubbed his eyes. "Whether I'm supposed to be here or not, I'm stuck here."

"Hey," you said gently. You walked over to him and sat down on the bed. "I'm the one who says we're stuck here, not you."

"It doesn't matter who says it; It's true," he mumbled. You heart ached for him. This feeling that he had was always driving him crazy. The stress of it had quickly dashed his hopes, and he was beginning to turn back into his worrisome self.

"Whether it's true or not," you countered. "You're not stuck here alone. That has to be worth something."

He turned his blue eyes to you and held your hand. "I'm sorry, of course that's worth something. You're worth everything to me, Y/N."

A lump formed in your throat, and you quickly pulled your hand away. "Don't," you whispered.

"Is it something I said?" he asked worriedly.

"Yes," you said. "I mean no, it's not you."

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to--"

"It's not your fault," you interrupted. You could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment. The feelings you had for Obi-wan were out of control. You used to be able to push them aside, and forget about them until the next day. Now, everything he said made your heart beat faster, and you couldn't calm it.

"I need to walk for a little bit," you said. Before he could respond you quickly stood and left the shack. You hadn't gone far when the door opened behind you and Obi-wan rushed out.

He caught up with you and started apologizing. "Y/N, I'm sorry." You kept walking trying to ignore the urge to talk to him about how you felt.

"Please," he pleaded. "I understand why you're upset with me. Let me explain."

You froze. "You don't know why, Obi-wan, and you didn't do anything wrong--"

"It's what I said," he explained. "And what I did. I am truly sorry. I should never have acted like that."

"It's against the Jedi code," you whispered. You took a breathe and looked up at him. "You don't need to apologize. It wasn't you that was breaking the code; It was me. Ever since I met you, I've had to keep my emotions in check. The longer we stay together the harder it gets, and it's exhausting. You're a good man, Obi-wan. Don't let me ruin your chances of becoming a Jedi master."

"It wouldn't be you ruining my chances," he said. He grabbed your hand, but you didn't pull away. "I'm not a good man, but you are remarkable. I would be a fool for not seeing it. Can you blame me for having feelings for you?"

Your heart pounded, and you couldn't speak. All this time you had loved Obi-wan, but hadn't told him in fear that he would rebuke you. Now you didn't know what to say or feel.

"I love you, Y/N," Obi-wan said. You stared at him in shock. "I don't care if you report me. You have every right, but I do love you."

You felt your lips pulling into a faint smile. Your face was red, and your heart was pounding. You didn't trust your voice to return the words, so you threw your arms around Obi-wan, pulling him into a kiss. He held you close as if you would vanish if he let go.

You pulled away, and looked into his eyes. "I would never report you because I feel the same way. I love you."

He placed his hand gently on your cheek, but his eyes filled with sadness. "What are we going to tell Master Qui-gon?"

You were about to answer, but something caught your eye. Behind Obi-wan, a ship was sailing through the air. Your stomach twisted and you looked worriedly at him.

"We're going to have to find out soon," you stated. Obi-wan turned around to see what you were looking at.

"They found us!" he said excitedly. He turned back to you. "Isn't that a good thing?"

"Normally it would be," you replied. "There's just the small problem of us breaking the Jedi code seconds before they did."

"They won't know that, and that settles what we'll tell Master Qui-gon; nothing," he decided.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? What if they find out?"

"They won't."

"What about the feeling that you should stay?"

Obi-wan smiled. "I was wrong. That wasn't the force at all. I just wanted to stay with you." He turned back to the ship as it landed not far from their shack. "Let's go. I'm sure Master Qui-gon is eager to see us." You both walked to the ship, so you could meet Master Qui-gon half-way.

"One month," he called when you were in hearing distance. "One month I was looking for you both, only to find you on the most deserted planet in this system."

"I'm sorry, Master," Obi-wan said. "There was a malfunction in one of the cargo ship's escape pods. We were stranded here without communication or transportation."

"So, for once this was not your doing, Y/N," Qui-gon concluded. Before you could respond he knit his brow and slightly narrowed his eyes at both of you. "Is something wrong?"

You began to worry, but Obi-wan answered calmy for both of you. "Nothing wrong, Master. We're just relieved to finally see a familiar face."

Qui-gon pursed his lips and nodded. "We can discuss this more on the way back," he said. "Get to the ship." You and Obi-wan promptly obeyed, but Qui-gon held you back.

When Obi-wan was out of earshot he explained why. "Obviously, due to your absence, Master Klyn has found a different apprentice."

You lowered your head. "I actually needed to talk to you about that, Master Qui-gon."

He raised his brow in interest. "Is that so?"

"I was hoping that I could continue to train under you alongside Obi-wan," you said.

Qui-gon folded his arms. "Do you honestly believe that's best?"

"I do."

He nodded. "I can't deny that I've thought about it." You perked up, having more hope that he would say yes. "It wouldn't be easy. Not for you, Obi-wan, or the council." He considered it a bit longer before saying, "I'll have to pull a few strings."

You smiled widely. "Thank you, Master!"

"Before you get too excited, I need to give you your first lesson." You furrowed your brow but nodded showing that you were paying attention. He leaned in slightly and lowered his voice. "You best watch your feelings, Y/N." Your stomach sank. He knew. You didn't know how, but he knew about you and Obi-wan.

You opened you mouth to deny it, but he stopped you. "You never know who might be watching." He looked knowingly at you, but he didn't say anything else. He walked back to the ship with you following silently behind him.

Obi-wan was waiting  on the ship. When he saw you he signalled for you to go over to him. "What was that about?" he asked worriedly.

"I think we'll both be able to train under him," you explained.

Obi-wan sighed in relief. "So, he doesn't know."

"Well," you started unsurely. "I'm not sure. Either way, I think our secret is safe."

Obi-wan smiled and kissed your forehead. "I told you he'd understand."

"You weren't talking about this when you said that," you pointed out.