✓ The Mandalorian's Everything - Book One

Chapter 8

Episode 4 - "Sanctuary"

Word Count - 7569 hehehehe noice

Warnings: It's a long list: blood.

You had acquired quite the large set of wounds, with a large burn on your right thigh and the left side of your stomach. There was a large amount of blood lost and you had passed out for a solid two days, driving the Mandalorian absolutely insane.

When you had woken up and asked for a sandwich. He had only laughed and pulled you into a hug, letting his head rest on yours as you sighed.

You were in extreme pain, and chuckled when he asked if it hurt you to walk.

"It hurts to be awake, Lumpy." You groaned, holding onto his arm for support. "Let alone walk."

It was now a few days later, and you were walking with only a small limp and relatively no pain despite the nasty sight of your injuries. You were standing behind the Mandalorian as he sat in the pilot's seat, the both of you looking at a map in search of a place for you to stay.

The Child was standing on top of the control panel, pressing buttons as he stared at them in fascination. The Mandalorian's blood was boiling while you tried to keep yourself from laughing.

"Stop touching things," he monotoned, staring down at the map. The baby leaned forward and pushed another button, making the ship start to shake violently. The bounty hunter quickly pushed the Child out of the way and pressed the same button to turn it off, rolling his eyes as you laughed and picked him up.

"Don't mind Roger," you laughed, handing the baby your bracelet. "He's always grumpy like this."

"I am not," he countered, flipping through the hologram planets. "And my name's not Roger."

"You know," you sighed, leaning your head on his shoulder. "In all these years I've known you, I can't believe I never thought to ask what your name was. Now that I think about it that's probably pretty rude of me. And you. We could technically be strangers, I don't even know your name."

"You never asked, and I think we are the farthest thing from strangers."

"Well I'm asking now."

"What you call me now works just fine. Better, actually."

You huffed. "Fine, then... Fernando."

He wrinkled his nose and slowly looked up at you, knowing you could tell exactly what his expression was.

"No?" You asked, shifting your weight in your feet and adjusting the baby in your arms. "Augustus? Vihaan? Jacob? Talon? Heraldo?"

The bounty hunter bit his lip to stop the large grin from appearing on his face as he leaned back, looking up at you with an embarrassing amount of adoration.

"Eric? Luke? Oliver? Idris? Benjamin? Donovan? Atticus? Am I close?"

"No."

You sighed and sat back in one of the other seats, slumping in the chair and bouncing the baby in your lap. "Do we have any options on where we should go?"

"Well," he shrugged, swiveling around in his chair to look back down at the map. "I found this planet called Sorgan. There's no star port, no industrial centers, no population density."

"That sounds good," you smiled, standing up again to lean over his shoulder and look at the map yourself.

"It's a real backwater skug hole," he mumbled under his breath, and you lightly whacked the back of his helmet. He grinned and put his hands up to protect himself if you decided to continue.