Author: Solara Karrde
Rated: PG-13 for mention of rape
Disclaimer: No George, No one is paying me to write this. *grumbles*
Typo's, misspellings, and format changes may occur! READ AT OWN RISK!
Author's Note: I started this fic a while ago, then katte asked me to
write a fic for her, so I just changed the names around. :)  Tonight,
I was surfing through my computer and found it again, and the bunnie
bit. So I typed away!  And for those of you who don't know, Boba
Fett's real name is: Jaster Mereel (as given in "Tales from Jabba's
Palace."  Hence the usage of that name.  Oh, and this is not involving
the kattes in the fics that katte writes, Katte is supposed to be the
real Katte. Or as real as she's going to get in the SW-Universe!
Feedback: Very Much Welcomed
Archive: Sith Chicks (cuz I don't post anywhere's else!)
Dedication: For you katte, we will always love you!


Three years wasted. THREE YEARS!
      She fell, she cursed, and she was caught.  She cursed again.
      Blackness.

      He was cold! Wet! Filthy! And most of all: infuriated!  The
little
brat actually tried to get away from him!   He threw down his helmet
and
started ripping off his armor on his way to the shower.  All the while
swearing in several different languages. 
      He finally reached the shower and turned it on full blast…and
very
hot.  Still grumbling to himself, he was able to remove most of the
dirt
and other filth off his body.  He raised his hands to start washing
his
hair…and froze.  A wave of pure depression washed over him.  He had
forgotten.  Just like his sense of touch and leg…his hair was gone. 
The
Sarlacc had taken that away from him too. Jaster had to lean against
to
shower wall to get his bearings again.  Frustrated he threw down the
soap, turned off the shower, and started to dry off.
      Katte was standing by the door when he emerged from the
`fresher,
just as filthy as he had been. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
      "For what?" He snapped. 
      She slumped to the floor.  "Everything…" Tears were slipping
through the mud on her cheeks.
      Jaster turned to her.  Confusion tinted his eyes.  "Sarah," 
She
jumped at her given name, only three people know it, and she had yet
to
find out how Fett had learned it. "…it's not the end.  Don't worry
about
it."
      She drew her legs up into her chest, wrapping her arms around
them. Hugging herself tightly. She continued to cry softy on the
floor.
      "Kit?" Jaster asked,using the name he had given her. She
didn't
care for it, but she answered to it.
      "Do you want to know why I killed him? Why he couldn't be
taken
alive?"
      Jaster was very afraid to ask…but: "Why?"
      "He…he…he…"
      "HE RAPED YOU?!" Jaster finished with a shout of pure anger.
      Katte flinched, "Not me…other girls.  It was in his blood."
She
blinked. "He was worse than any Sith. Everything about him was…black.
He
stank of his filth."
      Jaster took her face in his hands. "Not you?"
      "No."
      He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.  Sitting
there, holding her smudged face in his hands, all he could think was:
"She's mine to take." And he wanted her.  A wave of pure male
possessiveness washed over him.  He couldn't take her, not in his (or
her's) present condition.
      Katte saw the anger in his eyes, the flash of pure hatred that
lit
the depths of his navy eyes.  And then she saw something else,
realization and heated domination.  She was almost certian he was
going
to kiss her, she wanted it, needed it. But he didn't.
      He nodded towards the fresher.  "Get cleaned up and the some
sleep. We'll both feel better when we're rested."  Katte nodded.

      It felt good to snuggle down onto the hard bunk.  She hadn't
slept
in 72 hours, and it had taken all her strenght not to sit down in the
hot shower and just sleep there.  Jaster had gone to bed while she was
in the 'fresher, so the ship was dark and quite. She slept. Deep,
dreamless, and safe.
      She woke up twenty-four hours later, oddly refreshed for
having
been immobile for so long.  Streching out she listened to the workings
of the ship.  They were in hyperspace. It would take them another
fourty-eight hours to reach Plakei, one of Jaster's 'safe-houses'. 
From
there she'd probably leave him.  She'd finished what she set out to
do.
Kill Marten. Her sister and mother were revenged. 
      Suddenly, a thought hit her. //What the hell am I going to do
now?\\  She had just finished school when Marten attacked her family
in
their hotel suite.  She left that night, hunting him.  She hooked up
with Fett three months later, following him around.  She smiled at the
thought. //Gods, he hated me. And it only took me saving his life four
times for him to accept me.\\  She told him she'd pay him, and she
would.  Her father had passes away ten years ago, leaving her mother,
sister, and her was a large sum of money.  She told Fett she'd give
all
of it to him if he'd help her.  He didn't believe her. //Of course.\\
she thought wryly.  She didn't need the money then.  Her revenge as
been
more important than anything.  True, she could use some of that money
now, but a promise is a promise.
      With a sigh, she rose, and padded to the small galley.  There
was
a note tagged onto the reheater: `Bantha Roast in the cooler.'
      "My favorite!"  She found the roast and popped it in the
reheater
for fifteen minutes on high.  "Oh yum." she murmered to the gravy-
slatherd piece of roast as it disappeared into her mouth.

      Jaster stood in the doorway, just watching Kit enjoying her
meal.
His lips barely curled into a smile.  "She's really enjoying herself!"
He thought amazed.  She could take the simplest things and find great
amounts of pleasure in them. His mind wandered back to Altias Prima
where they found a den of Meere rabbits while hiking through the
forest.
Kit sat and watched the mother and her kits go about playing and
learning to survive in the forest.  That was when he pinned the name
"Kit" on her.  It annoyed her greatly, but eventually she accepted it.
      "Wonder what she'll do once we arrive at Plakei? She said
she'd
pay me the 50,000, I checked and she does have it. But it'll drain
everything she has." He mused, she had just about finished off the
roast
now. He composed himself and stepped into the galley.
      "Good morning." She chirped at him, grinning with gravy on her
chin.
      "Feeding not only your mouth but the rest of your face now?"
he
joked.
      Kit giggled and wiped the gravy away with her napkin.  "Have
to
keep a healthy body you now." 
      "Ah...Do you want some caf?"
      Wrinkling her nose she declined.  "I think I'm going to head
back
to my bunk.  My sleeping schedule is wacked, need to get it back on
track." And she bounded out the door.
      The mention of their last hunt made his eyes take on a hard
look.
He didn't like to admit that for the first time he was glad someone
got
their revenge, even if it meant he lost his bounty.  But he knew
underneath her think layer of simplicity, acceptance, and carefree
attitude she was still hurting.  She would be lost once he left her at
Plakei. Even with the time she had spent with him on his hunts she
still
didn't know how to live in the 'real world'.  He sighed, not knowing
what to do.

      Katte sat up with a gasp. Out of a sound sleep, her idea woke
her.
"That's it!"  She had to work quickly in order for her plan to work.
Moving silently, and with some Force cover (greatfully inherited from
her mother), she moved about the Slave gathering what she needed.
Jaster was VERY possesive of his ship, but ended up giving her some
accessibility to move about it.  But he was still a bit weary of where
she was at all times. 
      Along with some teaching, Jaster also exposed her to some
valuble
contacts.  She grinned slyly as she vented the canister into his room.


His years of hunting had taught him not to jerk awake. EVER. Any
slight
movement could mean his death.  This time it took every ounce of
strenght not to move.  The phantom pains from his amputated leg was
almost unbearable, they have never been this bad. Something next to
his
head beep...no, had been beeping for quite sometime.  It was almost a
conforting sound, solid and steady.  Other sounds and smells filtered
through his brain.  There was more beeping, several different kinds in
fact.  Some higher, some lower, some fast and some slow.  And the
definate smell of disinfectant.  "A hospital?" Why would he be there?
Something must have happened!  That means someone knows who he is.
Someone has Sarah. No! Something HAPPEND to Sarah! She would not let
anyone take him, would she?  Finally he could stand it no more:
"SARAH!"
He cried out for her.
      "I'm here." Her calm voice sounded over him.  A hand was
placed on
his bare arm and her presence flowed into his brain.  The sensation
was
also calming. He drifted back into slumber.
      The second time he awoke, it only took him a few moments to
remember his previous waking.  His eyes cracked open.  His legs wasn't
hurting him as much, and there was less beeping around him.  He was
definatly in a hospital.  The white bed sheets and heart montior next
to
him gave that away.  He remembered Sarah had been there, he tried to
crane his next to look out the open door. But all he saw was nurses
passing.  He sat back and waited. 
      Five minutes later one of the nurses entered the room. She had
a
rather pleasent smile.  "How are you feeling today Mr. Kit?" She asked
cheerfully.
      "Fine." He didn't admit to his comfusion. "Kit?"  He thought,
slighty bemused. Definatly Kit's work.
      "That's wonderful!" She replied truthfully.  "My name is
Karen, if
you have any questions or requests just ask for me." She took his
pulse,
read his heart montior, checked the bacta IV drip, and merrily went on
her way.  Leaving Jaster in a more confused state.
      Sarah entered in her wake, smiling.  "Oh good, you met Karen.
She's such a lovely woman."  She stopped in front of his bed, just
staring down at him.  She had pictured him with darker hair, perhaps
black, but the sandy blonde suited him.  It helped to bring out his
hazel eyes. Which were down drooping.
      Jaster tried to ask her what had happened, but he fell back to
sleep before he could get the words out.
      She didn't want to, but she had to leave.  She had repaid him
and
it was time to go.  She placed the letter in his hand and kissed him
lightly on the forehead.  "Sleep well, dear."

      Before he even became fully conscience he knew.  She was gone.
He
read her letter that night at least a hundred times.

Jaster,
   I have despoited the agreed amount of credits into your account. 
But
doing so didn't seem like enough.  I wanted to thank you for
everything.
Perhaps repay you for the three years I probably made your life a
living
hell. 
      Karen will fill you in on all of the details in the morning. 
I
hope you will forgive me for the way I have conducted this
'repayment',
but I figured you wouldn't like the idea out-right. Stubborn as you
are.

      Perhaps we shall meet again in the future.

                        Kit

~ ~ ~ One Year Later ~ ~ ~

      Angel bustled between her tables, making sure the patrons of
the
pub "Ziggy's Stardust" were comfortable and happy.  She was happy to
find the waitressing job in the upscale part of Coruscant.  There was
no
scum, and the tips were wonderful.
      She stopped at the last table in her section.  A family of
five
just received their food and were begining to dine.  "How does
everything look?"
      "It looks wonderful. Thank you very much." The woman replied.
      "Please let me know if you need anything else."
      "We will." Then: "Anakin, your mashed potatoes are not an art
project."
      Angel smiled and let the couple and their children eat in the
peace of family-chaos.
      Her shift was over in a half hour, then she'd go home to her
bare
apartment.  She had only survived the first couple of weeks alone with
the help what Force she had.  Luckily, it was strongest in the "Mind
Whammie" department.  It got her a great 'deal' on her apartment, but
she refused herself to use it in any other matter.
      "Excuse me," someone said right behind her. "I'm looking
for..."
She turned to great whomever was asking her the question. "YOU!"
      She blinked in confusion. "Me?" Then she saw who has asked it.
"Jaster..." she whispered.
      He looked taller than what she remembered. He eyes spat fury.
"How
DARE you..." He began.
      "Me?  I'm sorry, but our agreement was fulfilled.  I do not
answer
to you anymore, Mr. Mereel."  He didn't like the way she said the
"Mister".  "Now, please excuse me, I have tables to attend to." She
walked past him, cool and calm, into the back kitchen.

      "Damn her," he thought as he waited outside the pub.  He'd
wait
all night for her if need be, but he WAS going to have it out with her
once and for all.
      But she never emerged.  "Yes she did!" He though.  "Damn
Jedi." he
cursed to himself, as he remembers seeing her leave, but not
comprehending it.  He bolted off towards her apartment.
      He made it there in a half hour, picked the lock, and let
himself
in.  It was just as he though. Bare, except for a chair in front of a
window, and a bed in back of the room partition, there was nothing. 
He
stepped around the partition.  Katte was lying in her bed, wide awake.
      "Why?" he asked her.
      "Why what?"
      "Did you do it?"
      "I told you why in the letter."
      "DAMN THE LETTER!" He finally yelled, frustrated.  He had read
that letter ten times every day since she had left.
      Katte jumped slightly at his outburst, but could feel it
wasn't
directed at her. "What do you want then?"
      For the first time in his life Jaster didn't know what he
wanted.
No, he did. He wanted her to stop looking at him like that. He wanted
her to not look so damn beautiful, all mussed up in her bed. Finally
he
found his voice: "Cloning a body part for someone goes WAY beyond a
"Thank You", Sarah."
      She quirked an eyebrow, "If you don't like it, I can think of
several creative ways to remove it."
      He tried, so help him he tried. But the laugh still came out.
He
laughed until he had to sit down, and hold his sides in pain, and the
tears stopped.  He found himself sitting on her bed, and her sitting
next to him.
      "You know why I did it." She whispered. "So, why are you
here?"
      She was right, he knew why.  He needed the courage now to tell
her
why he hunted her down for ten months.
      //Say it!\\ her mind yelled out to him.  Because if he didn't,
she
would surely die.
      He grinned. "Because it's your damn fault you made me fall in
love
with you, that's why!"
      "MY FAULT?? How dare you say such a thing!"  That hurt, she
didn't
even know HOW to make someone fall in love with her. Let alone a man
as
hard headed as Boba Fett!!  She tried to scoot away from him, to get
off
the bed, but he grabbed her. She opened her mouth to tell him to let
go,
but was stopped by his lips.  Almost immediatly his mind opened up to
her through the Force. 
      //You think you're the only one, besides Luke Skywalker, to
have
Force abilities?\\  he laughed inside her mind, and held her tighter.
Because he was never going to let her go.

~ ~ END ~ ~