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simpfor501 · 3 years

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You're My Pick Me Up

Wrecker X reader

You fall asleep and is greeted with the most wonderful dream. Only to wake up and have to face the world again. And Wrecker.

WARNINGS: not that I can see, being awkward and agnsty

Words: about 1.3k

Chapter 3 1, 2, ♡

You passed out as soon as you got into your bed. However, you felt someone pull your quilt over you before you slipped off into a deep sleep. You had one dream that night...

“Are you awake yet?” A deep voice rumbled, it was gentle but rough. You let one eye slip open. There was his face. Wrecker.

“Now I am.” You giggled and sat up. You were both in a field of long green grass dusted with colorful wildflowers, “Had I fallen asleep?”

“It’s okay. You need it.” He gently kissed your forehead, his large hands on your hips.

“What about the war?” You asked, confused. It looked like the tell of you were back on your family's property on Naboo. The back prairie. It was your wedding home, you assumed at least, as your parents died at the hands of Separatists just before the war started.

“It’s over.” He smiled, “We won. Remember? They finally gave us clone rights! HaHA! Don’t tell me you forgot that too?" you smiled up at him. He was so perfect. No matter if he was a clone, had a cybernetic eye, or a spider-web scar. Was this reality? Maker, you wanted it to be. You looked away from him, your cheeks growing hot. That’s when you noticed a gentle gold band on your finger. A matching one was worn by Wrecker. Married? Yes, that's right,married. The war was over, you both got married, as equals. Married. How long?

“Remind me how we got married.” You smiled at him.

“It was during my final mission. You were helping me on the ship, I was injured. You were tending to my leg. You were always so pretty, especially when you get focused on your work. Your eyebrows meet and you have this fiery stare. I couldn’t help myself, falling in love. BUT! I had made a ring out of old droid wire. It sucked, hah! I wasn’t allowed to buy a real one yet. You loved it, though, right? As soon as the war ended, I got you that,” he pointed to the traditional engagement ring, a gold band with a small pearl that sat on your finger with your wedding ring, “And a few months later, we got married.”

“Married.” You whispered back.

“(y/n)?”

“Yes, Wrecker?”

“(y/n)?” It was Tech’s voice that came through. You scrambled away from your “husband”

“(y/n)!” You sat up, gasping, as Tech’s eyes peeked up at you the top of his head just reaching your bed. “You’re awake.”

“Yeah,” you whispered, you’re head was pounding.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, “You must have a headache, typical of hangovers.”

“I have to see Wrecker again today….”

“Yes. You do. You kissed him last night, right? I saw you guys at the bar.” you groaned and flopped back. Everyone knew of your stupidity now, “Well, you have to get ready. We have an extraction mission today.”

“Extraction?”

“Yes, we have to go to Saiko Minor. Captain Rex said there’s something important there.”

“I can get ready after take off. I need to nurse this headache–”

“You want to avoid Wrecker.” Tech corrected you. You jumped up only to scowl down at Tech. He pushed up his goggles, “So I was correct.” Yet again, you groaned and rolled your eyes.

“You know. I was having a really nice dream before you showed up.”

“I know. I could hear you talking in your sleep. He suddenly remembered he had a cup of caf for you. You, with a cold disposition, took it from him,

“What was I saying?”

“You seemed happy.” He stated, moving to walk out of your little hole. That was it you were ruined. You kissed Wrecker and then had a dream where the two of you were married, and Tech knew because your dumbass was talking in your sleep. Your face felt hot and tears started to well in your eyes. Why you? Why did Nala Se choose you? Why did you have to be so stupidly in love with Wrecker? A deep cough came from the other side of your sheet door. It was Wreckers voice but it was more gentle than normal,

“Can I come in?” You sniffled and pushed your tears down.

“Sure” you whispered. He stepped in, even in your tired and hungover state you couldn’t help but melt at the sight of him. But then, images of the night before flashed through your brain and you quickly averted your eyes.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, his voice still soft,

“Tired.” You croaked. You felt more tears burn down your face. Was he here to talk about last night?

“I wanted to say I’m sorry.” He said softy. You whipped around to face him, “For last night. I was too pushy, I just didn’t want you to get too drunk or hurt.” he was worried, he was jealous. Was he going to bring it up? The kiss?

“Wreck. I-” you felt yourself choke on your words, “I’m sorry too.”

“For what?” He came up to your bed. You leaned over the edge to look at him. He took your caf before you could spill it.

“For kissing you.” you whimpered out, “I was so drunk and I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.” Wrecker felt his heartbreak at the sight of you. You didn’t want to tell him that you wanted to kiss him for a year now, you wanted to be with him. Maker, you were falling in love with him.

“It’s okay.” His face was cherry red, “I was pretty drunk, too.” Your room fell silent. It was awkward. You wanted to kiss him again, take back all your words, and just love him. He was right there. Right in front of you, but if you did kiss him – you couldn’t hide behind alcohol. But you felt Wrecker grab your face first. His calloused thumbs gently whipped away your tears, only for more tears to bubble over. He pushed back some of the hair that fell into your face before he pulled his hands away. You saw his face. He cared about you, but you couldn't risk losing a friend, losing your job. You couldn’t, you just couldn’t.

“I'll see you in a bit Wreck. I’m going to take a nap.” He nodded and silently slipped out. You tried to fall back asleep. But images of Wrecker just a few minutes ago, mixed with your hopes. He was kissing you. And all was well in the galaxy.

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“(y/n). You’re up.” Cross smirked, you had slept off a bit more of your hangover, only a dull throb remained. Nothing a quick painkiller couldn’t help. You had also gotten ready for the day. Hair neat and pulled back away from your face, uniform clean and fresh, teeth brushed, and a bit of mascara to try to hide your post-crying, red, teary eyes. Cross greeted you with his signature smirk, you were upset and in pain so without a word you pushed Cross into a seat,

“You still need a check up-”

“For what?!” He hissed, as if he was pissed that you, a medic, dare suggest he needed one.

“Your concussion. It was minor but it seriously took you out. You need to get cleared for this mission.” your voice was dry and dead. It was monotone and you didn’t dare make any expression other than tired droopy eyes and straight lips. Hunter moved to sit next to Cross as you checked his vitals, his head, and everything else you needed. “You’re all clear Cross.” the sniper then shot off and slithered through the ship to the cockpit. Hunter grabbed your hand.

"Take a seat"

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simpfor501 · 3 years

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You're My Pick Me Up

Wreaker x reader

Reader (afab) is now on the Havoc Marauder. Living with 4 advanced clones, and being a field medic can be stressful and smelly but a gentle giant may help them power through

Words: 1.4kish?

WARNINGS: Drinking, drunkenness, acting like an idiot while drunk, loud clubs, gagging, vomiting

Chapter 2 1, ♡, 3,

Hunter clapped you on the shoulder as you stood next to the ship, “Welcome aboard, Ma’am”

“Oh please Hunter, (y/n) is fine.” You waved off his formality, “You’re stuck with me. So let’s not make it stuffy.” He smirked and moved to the side,

“I’ll take those in, We have an extra set of bunks, one of them has their own small ‘room’” He used his finger as air quotes when saying “room” You knew it wasn’t going to be all that private,

“I brought something for that already.” You had been on the Havoc Marauder a few times before. You know that the extra bunks had an almost perfect view to the cockpit door and if standing in the cockpit you could see the little indent where the bunks were. You packed a sheet to hang up, you needed privacy sometimes with them. Hunter nodded, he stepped away to pull your things on board, Tech waved, not bothering to look up from his Holopad. "Where's Cross?" You asked as you stepped through onto the ship.

"In his bunk," Hunter said nodding his head to Crosshair and Wrecker's shared bunk, "That hit did a number on him." You lightened your steps as you toed past his range of hearing. Hunter paused just outside of your area. One set of bunks were set in the wall on the left side, back wall infront of you had shelves and drawers build in for storages and the other wall wad blank, ready for personality.

"Thank you, Hunter."

"I'll let you settle in," he started to walk away before turning back, "Oh, we're going to stop at the 79's later if you'd like to join? Well, us minus Cross, Doctor's orders." He leaned against the wall. You smiled,

"Of course. I'd love to." Hunter nodded,

"I'll leave you to it then." He walked off. Your first order of business was to set up the sheet. It was a simple grey, GAR administered blanket that you barely touched you entire time with the army. Next was your bed. You ripped off the scratchy and uncomfortable bedding and stared to change it out with your own bedding. Sheets you had bought out on the town, surprisingly you had the same size bed as the clones bunks, just a larger room. As you started to make your bed a cough came from the other side of the sheet. Followed by an unsure "knock knock"

"Come in Wrecker." He lifted the sheet, he was taller than how high you put it up, but he still shrunk himself down to not peek in, "you can raise it up if you want. If your nervous about seeing in accidently" you offered he nodded and quickly tired to move it up. It was hard for him, only having one arm and all but after a minute or two he did it. The top reached above his head and the sheet now tickled the floor rather than pooling on it like before.

"Better?" He asked,

"Much. Thank you Wreck." His smile grew.

"Wrecker. Hunter needs us, were meeting in front of Crosshairs bunk." Tech stated from the other side of the sheet.

"Coming." You both said at the same time. Wrecker moved the sheet and waved you through. You smiled and stepped past him and into the main part of the ship. It was a quick walk over to the other bunks. And there was Crosshair, top bunk, rolled over to face the rest of us.

"Game plan. We have tonight off. 79's. But General Skywalker needs us for a mission in the morning, don't go too hard. (y/n) how well will Cross be for the mission?"

"Oh! Uhm. It was only a minor injury. He should be fine if he takes it relatively easy for the next 10 to 15 hours. Just in time for the mission." You stated, remembering his log.

"Fine. Don't have too much fun with out me." He grumbled. The brothers nodded, Hunter was the first to leave. Walking back to the cockpit. Tech was next, probably to work on fixing anything that needed his eyes. Wrecker sat his bunk,

"Uh. I'll, uh, let you get back to what you were doing." He stuttered. You thanked him and quickly skipped back to your little cave. You pulled out your clothes and quickly orginized them in your shelves, shirts and pants on the top, uniforms below them, underwear and socks in one of the drawers toiletries next to your uniform (you didn’t have a beside table or anything so you had to make do), and shoes on the floor. This was clearly for a technician or medic to live in as there wasn’t space for a trooper’s case or equipment. You finished with a ton of time to spare so you took to climbing up to your bunk and watching trashy reality programs on the holonet. After your third or fourth program, you brain was properly melted, when a gentle knock came from the other side of the sheet,

“(y/n)?” Hunter’s voice asked, “Are you ready to go?” Shit. It was time to go already? You looked down, you were still in your uniform. You weren’t gross, you didn’t smell bad but you diffefnly didn’t want to go out clubbing in your uniform. You slithered out of your bunk, still groggy and tired. You tossed your holopad on the free bunk and pulled out a pair of white boot cut jeans, blue platforms and a matching crop top. Simple, sleak, fun, perfect. You pulled your hair away from your face and threw on some delicate make-up, just to cover some redness, make your eyelashes longer and define your face. You rushed out, grabbing the other things you’s need. Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker were all waiting outside. Crosshair was still laying down.

“Took you long enough.” Tech looked you up and down,

“Sorry. I fell asleep.” you laughed a bit, Hunter raised his hand to stop Tech’s next thoughts.

“I’m glad you can still join us.”

“Thank you, Hunter.” Wrecker stayed silent. You looked perfect to him. Everything about you was angelic. You’re hair, face, eyes, smile, lips, “Wrecker?” those lips. He shook his head to snap back to reality,

“Wrecker? Are you ready?” You asked again. He nodded quickly, his face bright red.

“Sorry. I was daydreaming.”

“Well get back down here, we’ve got a club to go to!” You pulled him along, Hunter and Tech had already started walking down the street to the 79’s. He quickly struck up a conversation,

“How are you settling in?”

“Good! It’s a bit tight but it was worse when I was in combat training.” Wrecker blinked,

“Combat?”

“Yeah, all medics have to go through on field training. This includes combat. We had to carry guns. Half of us pretended to be troopers the other half had to go into ‘active fire’ to save them. We used decommissioned Repubic droids to simulate the clankers. I haven’t been on the field in a few years now.” You smield sadly, remembering your training.

“Do you miss it?”

“Training?”

“Being on the field.” He clarified as he opened the door for you. The bouncer nodded to him, and looked you up and down, Wrecker gave him a look. The bouncer quickly averted his eyes, but you didn’t really notice. You were too busy looking for Tech and Hunter through the blaring blue and pink lights and the clubbing music. They had found a booth on the other side of the bar, and two women had found them first. You frowned, you had no intention of trying to pry horny women off your boys,

“What’s wrong?” Wrecker asked. You gestured to the table, “Oh.” He nodded, “Do you want to find a different booth?” he asked

“No. Let’s just pretend they don’t exist. If they keep bothering me though I may have to be carried back to the ship.” you grumbled. Wrecker stayed silent as you grabbed his hand and walked over to the guys. As soon as you go to the table a voice called out for you,

“(y/n)!” You let go of Wrecker’s hand, there was Kix and another ARC trooper behind you.

“Boys! Hi! You hugged them both, “I thought you had a briefing tonight?”

“The Captain does.” the arc trooper smirked down at you, “The entirety of 501st ARCs are here if you wanna sit with us?” You chuckled at his offer.

“That’s very kind. But I have a new crew I want to be with for a bit. Maybe later.” You nodded your head toward Clone force 99. The two other women stared at you, shocked that you of all people got to be around these men 24/7 and that they knew you by name.

Wrecker was sitting by the time you turned around again. His arms were crossed and his gaze was directed to the dance floor, "first round on me?" You asked him. The girls cheered as their drinks arrived. Wrecker ignored you, "Come on Wreck. What do you want? On me!" He shrugged, you pulled the waitress aside. You handed her some credits and said, "two shots please." She nodded and walked off her hips swaying as she did.

After a while the shots came back. You handed one of the brightly colored drinks. He didn't look at you. You frowned. Downed your shot. And walked to the other side of the room and took a seat next to the newest 501st ARC troopers. After a few minutes, and more than a few drinks you were dragged onto the floor by a Reg that was flirting with you since you sat with the 501st.

The music was loud, and is made the alcohol in your blood simmer. You felt electric, especially while you were pressed against the trooper. His hands trailed down your sides, yours stayed around his neck. You were there, and you could feel other troopers and their dance mates bump up against you.

Suddenly. A tight grip landed around your waist. You stopped, there was Wrecker, his arm looped around you. He pulled you away from your partner. You shrieked in annoyance. Pushing him away, who was he to get jealous after not talking to you. You stormed off, barely hearing his voice over the sound of the music and your own anger.

You stumbled up to the bar and ordered another shot. You quickly downed it and asked for another. Wreckers voice came from behind you,

"And water as well?"

"Shit Wrecker. I don't need to hang over my shoulder" you pushed him back before downing yet another shot. Your voice was starting to slur and you felt as if your body was on fire. He pushed the water towards you.

"Please"

"No." You slurred at him. "Maker, Wrecker. First, you're all into me, flirting, being all sweet. But then you're ignoring me. And now you're trying to sober me up! Kriff off!" You yelled at him, "And it kriffing sucks because I can't even express how I feel about you!"

"What do you mean?" He sat at one of the empty bars stolls, his hand in yours, he lead you close to him. Maker even sitting he was huge.

"Maker, Wreck." You sighed. Tears started to cloud your vision and alcohol clouded your judgment. You pushed forward and smashed your lips against his. Anger took over as you pushed yourself into him. He melted in your touch however, he had wished for this. This moment, his first time kissing you. But you pushed him away and ran off. Tears ran down your cheeks as you fled back to the ship and stormed back onto it. Cross was up, looking and feeling better as he was drinking a cup off caf when he saw you come in.

"Maker. What happened to you?" He smirked. You sobbed and felt your stomach heave. You gagged and ran off into the refresher. Cross not to far behind with water.

"Remind me to never let you try to out drink me" He was mocking you for being a light weight. But that wasn't it, you felt sick with regret and pure joy all at once.

"I kissed him" you sobbed into the toilet.

"What?" Cross asked

"I kissed him. You sobbed louder, "I kissed Wrecker. I broke a law. I'm going to jail. I kissed him. Kiff his stupid sexy face, his warm heart. And now I have to live with him" you felt more of the night jump to your throat and you turned back to the toilet.

"Damn, (y/n). You're in deep bantha shit now." He smirked at you. You glared back.

"Look. Do you like Wrecker?" You nodded, the drunkest minds tell the most honest truths, "but you're regretting kissing him?"

"Non-clones aren't-"

"Thats a load of bantha crap." He rolled his eyes, "Half the women there flirting with us are non-clones hired in the GAR the other half work at the bar, the bar that is funded by the GAR." That didn't make tou feel any better. Crosshair sighed, "Just get ready for bed, and soon. Wrecker commed me that he's on his way back"

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simpfor501 · 3 years

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Safe and Sound

Tech x fem! Reader

Tech finds you in a Tatooine cantina. You were in debt to the owner, working in various ways to pay him off. Until a man comes in, and wins you over. In more ways than one

Warnings: implied sexual abuse, alcohol abuse, happy ending!

Words: 1.3k

"(y/n)! Get in here! NOW!" Your boss shouted from his booth. You smiled at him as you placed a drink in front of a patron. You took a deep breath and straightedge your skimpy uniform, "Hurry up! I'm not getting any younger!" You sauntered over making sure he could take you all in. You used to shudder when he'd even take a peak at you. But you've been at his cantina long enough to just get through the day. At night you were allowed to decline any visitors, including him, when he's in a good mood. But today you didn't think you'd have a night alone.

"Sir?" You purred. You wanted to puke.

"This fine gentleman" he gestured to the man across him. He was old, wrinkly and disgusting. His eyes were wet but the corners were crusty. His teeth were yellow and rotted, "has asked to see you tonight. I know you'd be happy to see him?" You felt your stomach churn. Your skin becomes clammy and hot. You nodded and stepped back,

"We're busy sir. May I please get back behind the bar?" The owner, your owner, looked you up and down before nodding back to the bar. You scurried off back and greeted a new group of people at the bar. You sized them up, they were clearly from the GAR. They're uniforms gave it away. But being from Tatooine you didn't get much information on the GAR and their troopers.

"Welcome boys." You smiled at them, "What can I get for you all today?" Teo ordered a few shots, one ordered a beer and the last one -- the one with the chunky goggles wanted nothing. He was bright red and he was facing the other way. You shrugged. But as you turned, your owner caught your eye. He hated men showing anything for you, he had tried so hard to force you into believing you belonged to him, and his guests on occasions.

That night was awful. The cantina was closed. And the old douche had you in the bar and of course you had to clean up. You felt gross, repulsive, like trash. When you finally finished you locked up the cantina. A hand grabbed your arm, you whipped around to face your attacker. But instead it was the GAR trooper.

"That man in the booth" the goggle clad trooper said. His brothers had long since left, yet he stayed back.

"What do you mean?"

"The younger one. He was staring me down as soon as I came in."

"Why do you care?" You huffed and pulled your arm away from him. And started to walk off.

"And the old man?" You paused, "Are you forced to do that kind of stuff?"

"I'm in debt. My mother needed money and he debt was passed onto me to fulfill after she…." The night was silent. Why were you confessing to this random trooper. Who was he? Why did he care? He was just a random Clone trooper on the same planet as you. And yet. He just seemed to get the answers he wanted, and you needed to say.

"Tech."

"Huh?" You turned your head back to look at him.

"My name." He was glad that it was dark. It was harder to see his prominent blush, "its Tech."

"(y/n)" you whispered back. You started to walk away again. But Tech caught up,

"You're a slave. By the Republic's laws. They can protect you. Take you off planet. We can cover your debt." You laughed in his face.

"Thanks, Techy." You mocked. But like a whip your voice changed. It was soft and unsure, "But I doubt it. I'm forced to pay off my debt through sex. I don't think that's too good of a look."

"Then come work for the GAR. Well protect you."

"A sex worker working for the GAR I wonder what that could mean." You sneered. You thought he had implied you become an army sanctioned prostitute. It's bad enough you're stuck doing that work already but to do it for the whole army?

"That's not what I-- no. Please. Just. There are bars, but you could also be a medic or a technician, a journalist." You had reached your hut's door.

"I've always wanted to play for the Coresant Opera." You shrugged. You were training to be an interstellar musician. That's why your mother was still in debt when she died. You couldn't escape your owner. Even off world.

"Let us help you. Until the dust is settled you can live with us."

"Us?" You turned to face Tech again.

"My brothers and I. We're clone force 99. You can stay with us until you get settled. Your smile grew. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way out?

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"Beautifully done Madam! Beautiful!" The conductor praised. The Chancellor sat next to him, a wide smile on his face. "Who did you train with?"

"You, sir. You’re school, I mean. Back when I was a little girl. But it was expensive and I had to give up my training for a while." It was bittersweet statement. Your mother died and your owner, who was now in Republic custody, had searched you down to repay her debt. Tech had aid off the rest of your debt before arresting him. Putting the money in his pocket. It was given to you as repercussions.

"You couldn't have been able to tell." The Chancellor spoke up. "I suggest you let her play in a special chamber. I'd like to hear more from her." Your eyes widened and you gave a shaky smile. Your skin felt sticky, and tears started to blur your vision. 'Not again' was the only thing that repeated in your brain.

"I think I will train her for a while longer. Get her up to the level I expect for a special chamber." The conductor grabbed my shoulder and started to lead me out of the room. Once e left, there was Tech, waiting on the benches, his hands folded in his lap and his leg bouncing.

He was true on his word. He let you stay on the Havoc Marauder, albeit cramped and smelly, you were able to quickly call it home. The rest if the boys welcomed you in. Providing a palace to just be. But you had to take Tech’s bed, not that he minded, he usually slept in the cockpit. But after a few weeks he started to join you. It was after a particularly bad nightmare. You shuffled into the cockpit and cryed into his chest, finally allowing yourself to be real with someone. As soon as you calmed don he picked you up and carried you back to his bunk. You begged him to stay. And he did, every single night.

But now he was with you at your audition. Tech lept up to pull you to his chest,

“Well?” He asked you,

“She did amazing.” The conductor informed him, “I’d like to give her a scholarship to train with us. She had amazing talent.” Tech’s smile widened. You both thanked him and walked out together.

“Dinner?” He asked, “You did very well and you deserve a treat.”

“Thank you Tech. I’d love to.” It had been an few months sense he saved you. He was a gentleman, he had the brains and the beauty. The more you stared the more you felt nervous. His eyes pulled you in, and soon you stepped forward. And then, he met you in the middle. His lips pressed against yours, they were chapped from working endless hours. But you didn’t care. They moulded perfectly against yours. You pulled away after a moment and stared up at him, your hand resting on his cheek.

“Thank you Tech. Thank you so much.” He could only smile and kiss you again. Everything was starting to go right again.

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A/N: so this lowkey kinda sucks but...here's a one shot! It's Tech ❤❤ I love Tech. He and Wrecker are the top two so expect a lot for them lol

#tech x reader #tbb tech #tbb #clone wars #star wars #the bad batch #x reader #x you #tech

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You're My Pick Me Up

Wrecker x reader

Reader (afab) is assigned from lead medic to field medic for clone force 99 aka the Bad Batch. They'd met before, and Wrecker seemed to take a liking to them and is very happy to have them on board. Prt 1-5 takes place right before Order 66

Word count: just over 2k

Chapter 1 2, 3

Day in, Day out, war is always the same. In come the injured clones, out go the healed ones. Structurally, the same faces pace you by, but each one is different. The ones that are at the very least conscious give a weary greeting – each hello or wave of the hand is different from his brothers. However, today was slow. Very few troopers needed to have their cuts tended to or stitches removed.

Kix tossed you a bottle of water, it was cool and water was already pooling on the glass. “Slow day?” He had been out on a mission,

“Very.” you sighed, popping open the bottle and taking a few sips, it may have been slow but there was no way that your best friend was going to let you dehydrate anyway. “And I have a meeting with Nala Se later today.” you roll your eyes. Kix smirks, letting out a huff of amusement.

“And that’s worse?”

“Yes, Kix. You see how slow we are!” You say in a hushed voice not wanting to disturb the troopers that were in the med bay. “I’d rather sit here waiting for no one than talk to the boss.” And as if the maker heard you, the emergency lights started to blare,

“Emergency incoming from the Havoc Marauder, two of their troopers are down.” Kix and you jumped up, Kix ran off to the hanger and you lept into action grabbing bacta patches and other carts of supplies. You didn’t know how bad they were, but if it was bad enough for the alarms? Something was wrong.

“Incoming!” Kix shouted, two other medics ran to help wheel in the clones while medic droids came fluttering to check vitals

“CT-9904 stable,” One of them said as he was led to you, Wrecker. You remember him coming in once, for that scar. Like a spider-web it spread across his face, it was charming – for a scar. He got it on the field, one of his own ballistics, set it off too soon. He told you of the battle when he woke up. He was loopy and even if it was to check his memory he was more than glad to,

“Tell the pretty medic anything”

He was the charmer. And he kept charming you. You admit, it was flattering, but all non-clones in the army had a strict code when working alongside the troopers – No dating. They couldn’t get distracted, there's a war to fight.

“(y/n)!” Kix shouted over the clash of the med bay, “You said you need to meet with Nala Se?” He jabbed his thumb over the shoulder at her. You gulped,

“We’ve got it from here, go” One of your fellow non-clone medics nodded. You ripped away from Wrecker and slipped out to meet your boss in the hall.

“How are the troopers?”

“CT-9903 and CT-9904 are both stable. But they still need to be worked on so they are at their best. They are both part of your specialized unit and –” Nala Se raised her hand to stop you,

“I trust the medics here. Come.” You followed her up to her office, she gestured to a chair for you to sit and you took her up. It was large, far larger than a human sized chair, and you just seemed to sink into it. Or was it because you were shrinking away from the situation?

“It’s quite a coincidence that CT-9903 and CT-9904 were both in your med bay.” Her voice was calm and gentle, “They’re seeming to come in more often, correct?”

“Every trooper is welcome to come in at any time for any reason.” You stated. In that specific med bay you were second in command, next to two other lead medics.

“But clone force 99 is becoming a bit more injured than normal.”

“Nala Se, if I may of course, they’re still keeping with their 100% success rate? As you so often boast?”

“They are, yes.”

“Then I don’t see why they can’t get injured.”

“You care for these clones?”

“It’s my job Ma’am.”

“Very well.” She stood again, “I’d like to make you lead medic on board the Havoc Marauder.”

“Wait.” you shake your head in disbelief, “Like go on missions and be their field medic?”

“Yes, they only seemed to like you.” She nodded, “You have the rest of today to pack, CT-9903 and CT--9904 should be ready to board their ship again with you.” you stay silent, only nodding in agreement. You had only been a field medic during your training. And afterwards you were considered good enough to handle post battle injuries. Considered good enough to lead the hanger med bay. Almost, but now you’re back out on the field. You slink back into your med bay, greeted to a droid scanning over Crosshair and Wrecker sitting up, a medic chicking his arm.

“How are they?”

“(yn)!” Wrecker shouted with glee. He tried to slide off the table but you pushed him back down gently, he was out of his armor – in his blacks – and you could feel everything. Your cheeks grew hot, the tingle of blood flooded your face. “Cross – Look!”

“I can see. Idiot.” he snapped at Wrecker

“How are you both?” You asked as the medical droid handed you their files. Wrecker broke his right arm and Crosshair may have gotten a concussion and may need extra monitoring. Wercker could be fixed quickly with bacta patches but Crosshair was definitely a sit and wait for it to get better.

“In pain.” Crosshair seethed.

“I can tell. You took a pretty good hit.” You nodded, Cross rolled his eyes, “But luckily for you Cross I’ll be able to monitor you closely, I’ll be on the Marauder for the foreseeable future.

“You WILL!?” Wrecker jumped up like a child seeing candy. Crosshair grunted and covered his ears,

“Volume down, Wreck.” You cooed, “And yes, I will. Nala Se said you needed an official on the field medic. Tech can only do so much, and he needs to focus on all the other things he has to do for you all. It will be a pleasure to be on board with you.” You smiled warmly, “I’ll be getting on board when you both do later today. So rest up, Cross the spare dark room that has been prepared for you, if you can just follow Ke-lah?” You pointed to the new Twi'lek medic waiting by one of the doors.

“What about me?” Wrecker asked, pointing to himself.

“You can go out but keep it easy, no heavy lifting at all until this arm is 100%” His smile faded as fast as a light turning off.

“So I can’t even pick you up?”

“I’m afraid not, big guy. But you can still keep me company. I have to pack. Would you like to join me?” His smile returned. His head nodded vigorously as he started to get off the table. He really was like a child, but he was smart. He knew way too much about ballistics. He would spend hours late at night with you as you cleaned and organized the med bay. He would ramble on and on about his missions – he would often be out for hundreds of rotations – his brothers, and his bombs.

You remembered the week after he got his new eye. He rushed from the upper level med bay – ment for longer care and operations – and went to you to show it off. Not to his brothers, you. He wanted to show you. Little did he know, you lost a friend in the field, a technician, and him bounding in with his new shiny thing brought a little glimmer into that dark day. He really picked you up that day. And you promised to always do that for him whenever he was feeling low.

“We’ve known each other for how long, again?” Wrecker asked you as you typed in your room’s door code. You were lucky enough to have a single room, a full room too. A full bed, desk, closet, and wardrobe, but it was small as soon as Wrecker walked in. He was way taller than you, standing at 6’6”, he practically towered over you.

“1 year, dear.” You smiled, letting the nickname slip out. Not that it was rare. His favorites for you were “honey” and “babe”, both said with a heavy level of affection. You used whatever came out of your mouth at the time, but “darling” and “dear” were most common with the gentle giant. He nodded,

“Why don’t you take a seat? Make yourself comfortable. I have to pack.” You mumbled the last part, scratching your scalp as you thought. Your room was a mess, even if it was slow today, the hanger med bay was in the middle of a rush, troopers rolling in and out in and out in and out, you barely had time to take care of yourself let alone your room. You were able to reset and get in the refresher this morning, but your room still looked like a twister had blown through. Files were scattered across your desk. Bed unmade. Drawers pulled out with clothes sticking out, piles of clothes and paper filled the corners of your room and at the side of your bed.

Wrecker had sat himself on the floor, leaning against the wall. He was looking around at your ceiling

“Are those stars?” You looked up as well, the familiar tingle washed over your cheeks,

“Oh..those? Ka-lah got them for me. She saw how stressed I was and well, here.” You flicked off the lights, hundreds of tiny little spots of light lit up your entire ceiling. Glow in the dark stars, they were tiny and putting them up provided a rare moment of calm. Wrecker’s eyes reflected the glow, he was in awe. How could fake stars provide the same amount of wonder he felt when going out into space for the first time? You flicked the lights back on.

“Anyway, I’ll need…clothes, underwear, toiletries, things to do, med kits, bed items – “You started to ramble, your voice getting quieter and quieter as you rushed around your room. Clothes – your extra uniforms plus 2 street clothes in case the Batch invited you to the 79’s. Toiletries – You didn’t think you’d need too much, toothbrush, paste, brush, comb, shampoo, conditioner, face wash, a small bag of makeup, you didn’t clear out your entire bathroom but you packed enough of what you needed there. You then took on the dangerous task of actually packing them up.

“Do you want help?” Wrecker spoke up. You jumped, you had completely forgotten he was there with you.

“Oh, no thank you Wrecker, I don’t want to burden you, you can’t use an arm.” You gestured to his broken one. He looked down,

“Oh yeah.”

“Talk to me then. I always like hearing you talk.” You smiled, as Wrecker’s grin grew, he seemed to sit up just a bit taller as he began to ramble.

After a few hours, you had long since finished packing and were now leaning against Wrecker's good arm laughing with him as he told you about how Hunter almost fell out of a tree when they were cadets. He laughed, it boomed, it was bold, and he seemed to simply love laughing, love living. He was bred to fight, to die, but here he was, living life to the fullest he could. A gentle beep broke through your moment, Hunter’s voice came through Wrecker’s comlink.

“Wrecker, (y/n). We’re getting back on ship, please come down to hanger B5.”

“Copy that, Hunter.” Wrecker stated before shifting to you. “Ready.”

“As I’ll ever be.” You nodded and started to stand, Wrecker followed. He reached out to your bags but you grabbed them before he could. “Doctor's orders” you winked, “lay off the arm.” he gulped and nodded his cheeks flushing a gentle shade darker. He could use the break, so long as you helped him.

Wrecker had sat himself on the floor, leaning against the wall. He was looking around at your ceiling

“Are those stars?” You looked up as well, the familiar tingle washed over your cheeks,

“Do you want help?” Wrecker spoke up. You jumped, you had completely forgotten he was there with you.

“Oh, no thank you Wrecker, I don’t want to burden you, you can’t use an arm.” You gestured to his broken one. He looked down,

“Oh yeah.”

“Talk to me then. I always like hearing you talk.” You smiled, as Wrecker’s grin grew, he seemed to sit up just a bit taller as he began to ramble.

“Wrecker, (y/n). We’re getting back on ship, please come down to hanger B5.”

“Copy that, Hunter.” Wrecker stated before shifting to you. “Ready.”

Wrecker had sat himself on the floor, leaning against the wall. He was looking around at your ceiling

“Are those stars?” You looked up as well, the familiar tingle washed over your cheeks,

“Do you want help?” Wrecker spoke up. You jumped, you had completely forgotten he was there with you.

“Oh, no thank you Wrecker, I don’t want to burden you, you can’t use an arm.” You gestured to his broken one. He looked down,

“Oh yeah.”

“Talk to me then. I always like hearing you talk.” You smiled, as Wrecker’s grin grew, he seemed to sit up just a bit taller as he began to ramble.

“Wrecker, (y/n). We’re getting back on ship, please come down to hanger B5.”

“Copy that, Hunter.” Wrecker stated before shifting to you. “Ready?"

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