gudhoomanbean

[gudhoomanbean]

Stowaway Chapter 2

AN: Hi everybody! Let's goooo next chapter. I'm still busy setting things up, setting the scene, but getting Din and you to interact was definitely fun. I hope I'm able to stay true to who Din is as a character while also cracking that tough shell. Lots of slow burn and tension to come, because thats the BEST part :P. Let me know what you guys think! And should I make longer chapters? It would take longer to write and post, but if you'd prefer that lemme know :)

Warnings: Description of weapons, some tension, some swearing.

Word count: 2074

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The silence is suffocating. You just sit there for hours upon hours, with nothing to look at but a shiny helmet, green ears and the lines of stars streaking by. You don't know how he's able to sit so perfectly still for so long. And the awkwardness you feel is slowly eating away at your self control to stay silent. Eventually you can't stand it anymore.

"Am I a prisoner?" You ask, pretty sure you are, but not able to think of another question to break the silence.

That continues.

You're pretty sure he heard you. Is he ignoring you?

"Mr Mandalorian sir, I need to pee." You try again. This time you see his shoulders slump slightly, but you still don't get a response.

"I'll uh, just go downstairs then." You say, getting up. You slowly sidestep the chair while watching the Mandalorian for hints of movement. He stays stock still. You keep retreating backwards, and startle a bit when you hear the hiss of doors opening behind you. You retreat further into the next cabin and wait until the doors hiss closed in front of you and you lose sight of the Mandalorian.

For the first time in hours you're able to take a deep breath. You climb down the ladder as best you can with bound hands, and then turn to look at what you now have to assume is the urinal. Obviously this ship was not made to cater to anybody that doesn't stand up and pee. You stare at it very hard, wondering how on earth you're going to manage to relieve yourself.

"This is ridiculous." You mutter. You look around, wondering if there is possibly another solution. Your eyes land on a small round bucket type thing, and you shrug to yourself. You're no stranger to having to do things the hard way, or the gross way. Growing up on a small farming planet taught you to get your hands dirty, and your time spent as a combat medic for the Resistance made your stomach strong.

So you grab the bucket, pull your pants down, and crouch. And oh sweet stars it feels good. You hadn't realised just how much you needed to go until now. When you're finished you pick up the bucket and empty it into the useless urinal. Flushing it makes a loud sound that you're sure can be heard all the way up in the cockpit.

But if he's going to ignore you, then you're going to take advantage of it and try to amuse yourself down here. Now that one basic need has been fulfilled, you find yourself noticing another. You're so kriffing hungry. You take in the hull before you.

You didn't notice how cluttered it actually is on your way in, you just noticed wide open space in the middle. But the walls are full of stuff. Parts for the ship, nets, containers filled with who knows what. And to your left is a large locker. You move forward to open it up, your curiosity getting the better of you.

As you open the doors you gasp slightly. Every weapon known to the galaxy has got to be in here. You can't even tell what most of them are for. What on earth does someone need such a variety of weapons for, you wonder to yourself.

Turning slightly you notice a little storage locker. You press the button and it slides open, revealing a cot and a net hanging above it, that looks like a make-shift little bed for the kid. This must be where they sleep. You think about sleep, but shake youself. As tired as you are, your hunt for food is not yet over.

You start to dig through the containers, opening the smaller ones first. You're surprised at just how much of it is scraps of metal and parts for the ship. You're pretty sure you could build half a ship with all this stuff. By the time you're opening your fifth box to only find tools, you're starting to lose hope you're going to find anything edible. You groan and rest your head against the container.

"What are you doing?" A gruff voice asks close by. You jump up almost hit your forehead on his helmet. He was bending over you when he spoke, and you hadn't realised he was so close. You stumble back a bit, heart pounding.

"Are you one of those species that eats metal? The only thing in any of these containers is scraps and parts and tools." You ask him, flustered.

"Do you always answer a question with another question?" He asks lowly, taking a step towards you. You huff and hold your ground, not going to allow him to intimidate you further. You stare at him, almost challenging him.

"Only when I have important questions to ask." You say. He takes another step towards you, and you suddenly realise just how tall he is. He's close enough that if you leaned forward a little, your forehead would rest on his chest. This forces you to look up at him, and you have to actively control your rapid breathing. His proximity is slowly eating away at your resolve to not be intimidated.

"Then ask an important question." He says quietly. You suck in a breath at the implication. Like you haven't asked an important question yet. Anger bubbles up inside you, but you remain calm, knowing he's trying to rile you up. He tilts his face lower, and you can feel him looking at you through the helmet. You stare at the dark T shaped visor where you think his eyes are, willing yourself not to blink.

"Food. Where can I find food." You ask, and it comes out as a mumble. You internally kick yourself for sounding afraid, knowing you just lost whatever this interaction was. Not looking away from you, he points and your eyes follow to a container against the opposite wall. The little one right at the very top. You look back at him, and he still hasn't moved an inch. You stand there for a few more minutes until You realise grumpily you won't win this standoff especially not with your stomach beginning to eat your liver. So you take a step back and walk over to the container.

You open it and see a couple packets of rations, and while it isn't restaurant quality, you're just so glad there is actually something edible on this ship. You pick one up and open it, trying to work with your hands still cuffed and shaking from hunger. You pop a cracker into your mouth and almost forget to chew, practically inhaling the nutrition. You turn around and find the Mandalorian still staring at you.

You realise you didn't ask if you could eat the food. You blush a little in embarassment, scolding yourself for your rudeness. He didn't throw you in Carbonite, so as much as you want to fight back against his intimidating presence, you have to remember to at least be somewhat grateful to him. There was nothing that stopped him from turning the ship around and dropping you back at the transport, but he didn't.

"Am I going to stay cuffed the whole time?" You ask, and the little part of you inside that just scolded you for being rude throws a massive fit and almost walks out on you. You were supposed to say thank you. The Mandalorian doesn't say anything and only walks towards you. He stops again in front of you and you lift your hands up a little. He bends closer to you, and you feel your heart beating against your chest like a war drum.

He doesn't stop moving closer, and you're so shocked you don't remember how to move or breathe. You just stand there and stare at him with big eyes as he leans in, so that there is barely 10cm between the two of you. He continues to look down at you and your heart sits in your throat. He lifts his arm and you watch out of the corner of your eye as he reaches around you and grabs two packets of rations. He then pulls away from you, turns around and walks away, climbing the ladder and disappearing.

You stand there for a while, dumb struck. You're not sure what happened to your body in that moment, but when he was so close to you your mind just started to short circuit. You stare at the ladder where he disappeared and sink to the ground, absent-mindedly munching on your rations while pondering the great mystery of the armoured man.

What were his intentions? Why did he let you stay on the ship? Who was he? Your head was spinning with all these unknowns, and you wondered to yourself exactly who's ship you got on. You finish your rations and feel your eyes start to get heavy. At least now you know you aren't in immediate danger, so maybe some shut eye isn't so bad.

You remember seeing scraps of cloth and blankets in one of the containers, and you get up to go and pull some out. You grab a reasonable bundle and make yourself a little nest on the floor, knowing that you easily get cold. You wrap yourself up and drift off the minute you get settled.

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Din climbed down the stairs with Grogu in his arms. The kid was tired and so was he, but with a stranger on the ship he was not going to be able to sleep. He reached the bottom of the stairs and saw a bundle of blankets on the floor. He walked over and saw your forehead peaking out through a gap in some of them. He contemplated you, this strange person that snuck onto his ship without him knowing.

He had to admit, you were good at being sneaky. If he hadn't gone into that chamber and seen your heat signature through the wall, he would never have known you were there. That also reminded him that he needed to be extra cautious. He couldn't let it happen again.

Grogu suddenly wiggled out of his arms and slid to the floor, waddling over to where you were lying. He pointed at you and looked up at his dad, his eyes full of questions. Din didn't know what to tell him. He knew nothing about you except that you were a stowaway, you worked for the New Republic and you were a doctor.

Were you really only on this ship because the transport was dead in space? Din had seen the state of the ship and was inclined to believe you, but years of experience warned him to be cautious around you, because anyone could lie. You were absolutely going to stay cuffed until they reached Nevarro. Grogu started to climb into the blankets and Din reached forward to stop him.

"Hey, no. That's not your bed." He muttered, trying not to wake you. He picked up Grogu who made an upset sound and reached out to try and get back to the blankets. Din couldn't blame him, you made a little bed that looked comfy as hell, but he didn't trust you, and couldn't let Grogu sleep there. He carried Grogu to the compartment with the cot and opened it up. He placed Grogu in his little hanging bed and patted him, waiting for the kid to fall asleep.

Eventually Grogu's breathing came in long deep breaths, and looking behind him, Din saw that you were also still passed out. He decided to stay here, and lie down on the cot so he could watch Grogu, and leave the door open so he could watch you too. Climbing in he lay down with a soft grunt, the aches from sitting in a chair for hours starting to feel slightly better.

And so Din stayed like that, watching his son, and watching you. Wondering what the next few days would hold, and thinking about how much he secretly had enjoyed making you so flustered when he had gotten too close. He smiled only slightly to himself, knowing that eventually you would learn that if you challenged him, you would lose.

The rhythmic breathing from his son and from you started to lull him slightly, and before he even realised he had sunk into the dreamscape.

[gudhoomanbean]

Stowaway Chapter 1:

Word count: 2025

Warnings: canon related violence, death.

A/N: HIII GUYS. So, to be completely honest, I've just binged Rough Day and it was the most amazing fanfic ever. Something about Din just gets my stomach in a twist, and so I was super inspired to get all my daydreaming and lusting down on paper. It's probably not going to be as smutty, but it will be full of feels, laughs, and fluff, cos I'm fluffy :> Honestly just want to explore what getting to know Din would be like, in my own way. Lots of adventure to follow, but not to worry my lusty friends! There will, be smut XD. Just not yet.

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Cold. The first thing you notice when you open your eyes is just how cold it's gotten. The second thing you notice is that you feel lightheaded and your vision is blurry.

"Concussion... Great." You say out loud to the haze in front of your eyes.

Slowly you start to get your bearings as you try to blink away the greyness. Except you soon realise it's not your eyes, this dense smoke is coming from blown pipes and burning chemicals. You grab the top of the table and pull yourself up, groaning as your head pounds from the movement.

An attack. You remember that your prisoner transport was attacked. Likely another faction looking to save one of their own. You feel yourself get angry at them, the lives they stole today, without remorse.

You look around your lab and sigh deeply. Everything has been destroyed by blaster fire. All your equipment, all your research. You take a quick look around to see if there are any medical supplies left to patch yourself up with. You find an intact syringe of bacta and thank your little stars.

After patching yourself up, you start to move around the abandoned ship. You step over broken bodies, the lights flashing erratically and the pipes hissing out oxygen. You shiver, the life support must be down. You wonder if there is anyone left alive. You got knocked out from some sort of explosive and missed all of the action. But you feel glad you did. You don't think you'd still be walking around if you hadn't.

You reach the control room and your heart plummets. It's a mess. And not the kind you know how to clean up. Everything is flashing red, and the monitors tell you the engines and life support are down. You have a huge hull breach you're assuming the attackers used to get out, and your fuel has leaked into space. This ship... Is stranded. That means you're stranded.

You're about to sink to the floor in despair when you hear clomp clomp clomp behind you, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. You quickly duck into the nearest hiding space (a tiny service hatch) and hold your breath, terrified that its one of the murderers looking for witnesses.

You peek through the tiny gap you left, scared of being caught, but needing to know who it is anyways. If you can get a description, maybe you can take it to the New Republic and they can catch these assholes. If.. you can get there.

The footsteps grow louder, and you stay very very still. You see a flash of bright silver, and the source stops in front of the controls. You hear a few beeps and the sounds of buttons being pressed, and one of the monitors comes to life with camera footage. You watch, having a better angle to see the monitor than the person, and you're horrified. They massacred everyone.

You hear a sigh, and the sound of a deep modulated voice fills the room

"Well kid, don't think there's anyone left alive. Let's get some supplies and get going."

Kid? You adjust as much as you can without making a noise, but all you can see is a round device floating alongside a large suit of armour. Is that beskar? You try to look upwards to see the face of the stranger, but all you see is a helmet. A very familiar looking helmet.

A Mandalorian? Traveling with a kid. You'd heard rumours out here in the Outer Rim, officers coming in and talking about the chaos a Mandalorian leaves in his wake. He was always traveling with a kid. Could this be him?

You can't be sure, but what you do know is that he isn't an intruder. He's not here to kill you. And, he's your ticket off this dead ship. You watch him turn around and leave the room, and you only crawl out of the hatch when you can no longer hear his footsteps. He has to have a ship.

You run over to the console and see if it can show you anything about a ship being docked. The display is cracked and flickery, but you just manage to make out where his ship is. Now you have a direction.

As quietly and quickly as you can, you make your way to where his ship has docked with this one. You keep an eye and ear out for any sounds of him and his companion as you jump over bodies and sidestep wiring, trying to make it there before they do. Please please please get there before they do.

You can't get stuck here.

You make it to where he docked his ship, and look up. The hatch is still open. You hope this means they haven't gotten back yet, and not that they've just climbed in. Giving your surroundings a quick glance, you jump onto the ladder and scramble up into his ship.

Peeking your head inside, you take it all in. It's not spacious, but it isn't small either. It's narrow, but long. To your right, you assume is the back of the ship, and the ramp for loading and offloading large objects. It's spacious enough to fit 3 Blurrgs comfortably, but it's mostly empty, apart from a few containers. In front of you, you see a mobile Carbonite freezing system, and your heart skips a few beats. You don't want to end up in there...

To your left is what you assume goes towards the front of the ship. You see a... urinal fresher type device (so old and outdated you hope it's not what you think it is), a storage compartment and a ladder leading upwards. No signs of the Mandalorian though. You continue to climb up until you're completely inside the ship.

Looking around, you don't see anywhere you can easily hide, so the stairs are your next best option. You head over and climb them, coming up into a small room with doors on either side. You look left again, and opening the door you see the cockpit. No. Definitely not there. You try right this time, and upon opening the door you have to bite back a gasp.

Three blocks of Carbonite stand in front of you, the faces of its captives frozen in time. You shudder, wondering what these poor souls did to deserve this. It also reminds you of another piece of information on this Mandalorian.... He's a bounty hunter. Dangerous and unbeatable. You shudder, wondering why it had to be his ship.

You ease your way past the blocks and open the next door. You're suddenly blasted with heat and squint your eyes, surprised. A reactor. You stand there for a moment, contemplating your knowledge of the ship and what you think would be the best place to hide. You look around the room, and your eyes light up when you see another panel. You open it up and there is a tiny little compartment, just big enough for you to squeeze into.

You climb in and settle in next to a camtono and a decapitated, bug-eyed droid.

"Hey, how's it going. Mind if I share with you for a little while?" You ask the droid, knowing you won't get an answer, but amusing yourself anyways.

You've just closed the door to the compartment when you hear footsteps climbing up the ladder outside, and your breathing starts to pick up along with your heart rate, hoping against hope he hasn't noticed or heard anything. You hold your breath as you hear the doors to the cockpit open, and don't release it until you feel the ship disengage from your transport and pull off into space.

You smile to yourself. Maybe you'll make it to civilization without any hiccups. Maybe you won't have to deal with the scary Mandalorian and have to explain to him exactly why you're on his ship. You rest your head against the cool metal wall, and close your eyes. Your head feels light and heavy, exhaustion is creeping in, taking the place of adrenaline. But you know sleep is last thing you should do when you have a concussion. You might not wake up.

So you just sit there, listening to the humming of the engines and the nothingness of hyperspace, wondering when the ship will reach its destination, and how long you'll be able to hide away like this.

You don't even make it half a day.

You start awake when you hear the doors being opened to the backlog room, and curse yourself for falling asleep. You listen, your heart beating erratically, as the footsteps outside draw near. You hear a grunt and a heavy click, and assume that another block of Carbonite has been added to the collection. You sit very still, waiting to hear footsteps receding.

You're still listening intently when the door in front of you is suddenly ripped open. You blink into the sudden brightness and don't have a chance to react before the Mandalorian grabs your arm and rips you out of the compartment, pushing you up against the wall with his arm under your throat, and blaster pointed straight at you.

"How did you get in here?" He asks, voice deadly.

"How did you find me?" You ask him, still dazed from the speed and catching up with the events.

"Heat. Now answer me." He bites back.

You look up at him, at the beskar helmet glinting into the light, reflecting everything around it, including your own disheveled, terrified expression. You assume that means the helmet has heat sensor technology. Dank farrik. You can't see anything behind the helmet, and you only have his voice to go off of. It's warning you, that you are in so much danger. The alarm bells in your head are going crazy, and a part of you regrets ever climbing on this ship. You may have just put yourself in more danger.

"I-I saw you in the control room and uh, went to find your ship. You weren't there and the uh the hatch was open and I climbed in and and hid away." You whisper, hoping it's enough.

"Why?" He grunts. You look at him, and notice his grip hasn't faltered once, he hasn't moved a millimetre. You try to gulp, but the pressure on your throat makes it difficult.

"The transport was.. was dead in the water. I needed a way off. I would have died there." You mutter, looking down when you feel your eyes burn.

He just stands there looking at you, keeping you in the same position. You squirm uncomfortably, wondering if he's going to kill you, or throw you in carbonite.

"Please, please just let me stay until we reach the next planet. I promise I mean no harm. I'm just trying to survive, and to get back home. Just don't put me in carbonite, please. Please, I can be useful. I'm a doctor." You babble, trying to save your own hide. He loosens his grip when you mention that you're a doctor, and he steps away slightly, but still makes sure you stay pinned.

"Come." He says brusquely, and without another word he grabs your upper arm and leads you out the door and across into the cockpit. He forces you into a chair, and then binds your wrists in front of you. You frown, but you suppose it's better than Carbonite. You look up to his captain's chair, and see two big black eyes staring at you, with big green floppy ears on either side of an old, but adorable face. This must be the kid.

"Stay put." He commands you, without giving you another glance and moving towards his seat. You lean to the side to try and get a glimpse of the planet he's put into the co-ordinates. Nevarro. You groan internally. You're at least three days away from Nevarro. Slumping into your chair you try to be grateful that you're still alive, while also thinking to yourself that it's going to be a loooong three days.