The Child's Keeper: A Mandalorian FanFiction

Episode 4 Part 1: A New Planet

Once Mando had gotten them well out of range of the planet, he turned to Lys and took in the state of her and sighed. The bruise on her head was pretty bad from where she had been hit by the stormtroopers, there was a long knife slit along her arm, and she had a few other scrapes and bruises that littered her body.

"Will you let me bandage you up?" He asked, and she nodded despite realizing then that her body still soaked in sweat from their escape.

For the first few minutes, he checked her wounds, feeling her shudder in pain at his touch on her arm and head, and her eyes staring at his helmet as if she were terrified, he would leave her again.

"I'm not leaving you again," he spoke. "I shouldn't have done it in the first place."

Lys noted how he seemed to scan her face, looking for her physical cues to tell him if she had forgiven her, and so she relaxed her body and reached out with her arm, gently touching his forearm in reassurance.

Once she was all set, Lys found herself exhausted, and she drifted off into a deep sleep.

Din watched the woman sleeping for a few moments, and he beat himself up forever letting her get hurt. He turned and looked over at the child, who had made his way back to his own seat and sighed. If something had happened to the kid too, he would have probably lost it.

He had lost a lot for the child, but he knew that Lys had lost a lot too, and so he kept his mouth shut and flew on, trying to determine the best place to take them to keep them both safe.

As their trip went on across the galaxy, Lys found herself given the opportunity to use the refresher, which would allow her to rinse off herself and get clean. When she entered, she realized that she would have to strip from the shirt borrowed from the Mandalorian, and her ruined pants, and she figured it was a bad idea and returned to the cockpit.

When he seemed to have realized that when she returned, unwashed and still in her dirty clothes, he sighed.

"We have a couple of days on here. You'll just have to wait till we can find a hideout for a while," he said.

Lys knew he was right, and she didn't mind too much.

The days went by quickly and without much disruption, as they primarily sped across space in hyperspace. She was thankful for that, and for the fact that they avoided major junctions, going the back ways and across lesser-known areas.

After almost two days, Din found Lys asleep once more in the cockpit, as was her habit. They had dropped out of hyperspace for a little while, and Lys was too exhausted to stay awake any longer.

Din looked to see the child watching the stars go by curiously, and so he allowed the child up onto the control panel to look out with him, hoping to give Lys an opportunity to rest.

For a few hours, the child behaved, but he soon became curious, and he reached out, touching a button, and listening as something opened.

Din quickly closed it and continued to fly. He heard Lys rustle behind him, and he hoped that they hadn't woken her.

Suddenly, the child pressed another button, and Din sighed.

"Stop touching things," he said, hoping to make his voice sound firm. The child looked up at him, cooing innocently before beginning to lean to the side, never breaking eye contact with Din before pressing, yet again, another button, which began to shake the ship.

Din had had enough, and he flipped the button back, scooping the child into his lap, when suddenly, he heard a soft, musical laugh begin from right behind him. He froze, listening to it for a moment before turning to see the woman sitting in her seat, her hand across her stomach, and her face contorted into a light smile as she laughed out loud at the interaction she had just witnessed.