Hostage - Boba Fett x Reader

CHAPTER 6

About an hour later, I held my breath and listened. There was no noise from anywhere in the ship. I sat up and silently made my way to the door. I searched around until I found a door. I opened it and revealed a closet filled with weapons of all sorts. My hands shook as I picked up a blaster.

"I'm not going to Jabba..."

I whispered to myself.

"... or at least not alive."

I slowly pointed the blaster to towards myself, but felt it get slapped out of my hand. He caught it in his other hand before it hit the ground.

"What the hell are you doing?"

I felt tears fall down my cheeks.

"Please don't take me to Jabba."

I whispered. He sighed and put the blaster back on the shelf I had gotten it from and closed the doors.

"Fine. I won't take you to Jabba."

I looked up at him.

"You mean it?"

He nodded slowly.

"But that doesn't mean I'm not going to cash you in somewhere."

I looked back at the ground.

"Right..."

He was silent for a moment, then put his hand under my chin and tilted my head back so I looked up into his helmet.

"I'm... I'm sorry. This is all only happening because of your dad... it's not your fault."

I felt more tears pour down my cheeks and I wiped them away quickly.

"Besides, you're too pretty for Jabba."

He mumbled, looking away from me.

"What?"

"Nothing. Get some rest."

"I've been resting this whole time. It's getting boring."

He sighed.

"Well, we've got a stop coming up soon, so you'll be able to stretch your legs in a bit. Maybe 10 minutes or so."

"Can I just stay with you?"

He froze for a moment.

"If that makes you feel safe."

He turned away and I followed him though another doorway where the cockpit was. I looked out into the space ahead of us.

"Where are we stopping?"

"Tatooine."

"Tatooine? There's nothing there!"

He sat down behind the controls.

"That's going to be best for you."

I sat down in the copilot seat.

"What do you mean?"

He didn't answer.

"You're going to leave me on Tatooine, aren't you?"

He didn't even look at me.

"You can't just leave me on Tatooine! I don't know anyone there, I can only speak English, and I don't have a ship! You're just leaving me to die!"

"I thought that's what you wanted to do."

I scoffed.

"I said I'd rather die than go to Jabba! Not that I wanted to die in general!"

He turned to me, his grip on the controls tightening.

"What are you expecting me to do? I'm not a taxi service!"

I started to cry again, but not like before. This time, the tears had been pent up, pent up for more than 10 years. Tears of realisation that I was alone. No family, no friends, just me. I brought my knees up towards me, wrapped my arms around my shins, and cried into my thighs.

"Hey, I didn't... I didn't mean..."

I looked up at him through my tears.

"I'm alone. I have no one. I don't have anything."

"Neither do I."

He said flatly.

"I never had a mother and watched my father be killed by a Jedi when I was young."

He wasn't much different from me.

"My mother died in childbirth and my father was killed as well... by Jabba the Hutt."

His grip on the controls loosened and he looked down into his lap.

"You don't have to be alone."

"Neither do you."

He rested his elbows on the headboard of the ship.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

He rested his head in his palms.

"Can't I just stay with you."

"Would you actually feel safe? I'm a bounty hunter!"

I thought for a moment.

"Yes. You're the closest thing to a friend I've ever had."

There was a beeping coming from somewhere in the controls of the ship.

"We'll be at Tatooine soon."

"But-"

"I'm not going to leave you."