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The Commando’s Laugh - Part One

Summary: Switches between 2nd and 3rd person, former seppie medic finds Gregor on Abafar and gets him home. Joining up with Gar she becomes her defective squads medic and someone very dear and near to Gregor

Warnings: Language, Usual Violence, Injury, Medic, Mutual Pining.

Word Count: 4K

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Fiddling with your food the smell of smoke drifted through the wall. Probably something in the kitchen which wouldn’t be uncommon for this pile of scraps so called restaurant, you thought to yourself trying to convince yourself to eat the slob. Hearing stools moved you looked up to see everyone with their faces pressed against the window, you looked to see a huge plume of smoke coming from the rhydonium facility. Shit, you said putting down your fork, grabbing your pack and saying you’ll be back to pay when the fire was out. Tira barely ever made you pay so you weren’t worried about her turning you in, everyone knew your job came first.

You went running towards the plume, usually the place was solely ran by droids but it was still your job to look for survivors or patch any droid that needed it. The smell was disgusting, you threw on your breather and headed it wish they had scent filters. Completely destroyed drones littered the floor, not a human in sight… until you came to a pile of crates with a body sticking out. You tossed extinguisher canisters praying he was still alive. When you got to him you noticed the clone armor, your heart raced you knew you had to get him out of here or he would be a deadman if he wasn’t already. You felt for a pulse, it was there but extremely faint; it was now or let him die. You set your arm cuffs to help reinforce carrying the weight and snuck him out the best you could towards the alley way.

You looked up to see ships flocking over head, easily a dozen if not more. Taking every back alley you can find you smuggled him into your residence inside of taking him to the health center. You quickly stripe the armor off of him, tossing it on under your bed just incase the droids came to check every house trying to find who caused the explosion. Sweat rolled off your forehead as you patched his wounds and tried to stabilize him until you could get back. Once you saw the beaten up medpad had reported his condition as stable you disconnected it and deleted the data off it. You repacked your equipment and headed back towards the refinery, you doubted anyone else was there but just to make sure you walked through it.

“Halt, this is a restricted area” you heard a droid call behind you.

You turned around with your hands up, “Medical Responder 0801, I’m looking for survivors before I see if anyone in the town needs medical assistance from the smoke.”

“Proceed 0801,” the droid said turning away from you.

You let out a deep breath turning your attention turns your objective, you were correct there was no sign of any one else. You abandoned the refinery heading towards the town looking for one in distress but no one, everyone stand indoor away from the clearing smoke. Stopping by the health center you wrote your report about the event and their was no injuries or casualties. Given the overstock of medical supplies you had you refilled your pack and took extras, went to try to pay the restaurant for the half eaten meal but of course she refused telling you to go bathe the smoke off. Sniffing your shirt you realized you smelled more the rancor dung, excusing your self you took yourself home and checked on the wounded man before hoping in the shower.

Afterwards you dried and went back to him, freshly cut hair, high slicing check bones and warm skin, you opened his eye lid to see the golden iris to confirm this was indeed a clone trooper. The lack movement of his eye suggested brain damage, you hooked him up back up to the equipment to look at a scan of his brain and there it was a tiny spot of damage in his cerebellum, right where the speech center was located. You spent the next four rotations tending to him in your free time, bathing him, changing his wrapping, checking to see if their was other brain changes and wondering if he was going to wake up. Maker only knows what would happen if they found out you were harboring an enemy in your quarters, they wouldn’t understand your first duty is protecting life.

The fifth rotation started, your rest day he finally started showing signs of waking up, first it was a twitch then a cough and finally his eyes fluttered open. He started at you and then the house he was in, he didn’t say anything but relief flashed across his face that he wasn’t in an separatist holding facility. You stared into the brightly light golden eyes, they were rather incredible and then your mind wondered if the rest of the clones had the same eye color.

“You’re armor is safe, it’s under the bed if that’s what you’re looking for and no one knows you’re here. What’s your name?”

“Gregor, Captain Gregor. CC-5576-39, Ma’am” you noticed the little hiccup giggle the end of his sentence, hoping that’s all it was.

“Well Captain Gregor, you are making a full recovery, I still don’t recommend leaving for another day or two. As you noticed, you did suffer some brain damage in the explosion.”

“That’s my second time getting blown up,” he stopped to out a genuine honey coated laugh, “I’ll take getting a couple screws knocked lose.”

You eyed him with an arched eyebrow, “Maybe you should have been called Captain Lucky,” offering a small smile.

“Thank you for not turning me in, Ma’am,” he said trying to sit up and you pushed him back down.

“Not yet, let me finish my scans to see if you can at least sit up. You can just call me-“ you said explain your name and looking down at your medpad.

It looked like of the internal bruises had restarted to heal, you grabbed the extra pillows you stacked in your closet and helped seat him up being very gentle with every touch or pull. He didn’t looked like he was in pain which was a good sign.

“Am I still on Abafar?”

“Unfortunately but I know some people who can smuggle you off, however I want to go with you on the off chance they find that I helped you it wouldn’t be safe.”

You sat with him for hours talking, telling tales of the wars and battles fought. While he’s been a solider and you’ve always been a medic, two sides of a coin. We got along, laughing into the early hours of the next rotation. He was charming, kind and hilarious. It made your heart flutter every time he smiled, even after getting blown up for what was the second time he was still so full of life. He told you about his brothers, what clones even do on their days off, and even about clones themselves. You were intrigued soaking all of it up like it was the last thing you were ever going to do, clinging to every word of his sultry voice. By the time you realized the time you had to set up transport out of here.

Gregor watched you go, reeling from taking with her for hours. How she looked at him, interested in what he want to say and even asked bothered to ask questions. His heart skipped a beat thinking about her, but wondered what his brothers would think about him bringing a seppie doctor back with him. Would they question his allegiance? Would they question his allegiance? What would become of her? Would they let her become a civilian? To many questions raced through through his very concussed head. He looked down on at the bed and saw part of his armor stick out, painfully he stood up to push it back under when he noticed how damaged it was. That’s going to be a fun repair, he thought shoving it back under the bed. He hoisted himself back on the onto the medpad, laying back down on the soft pillows. The room was basically empty but made him feel almost at home back in the barracks, except it was silent and smelled better.

You came running back into the room planting, “we got to go-“ you said taking a breath “now.”

You scrambled for all of his armor turning out your weight reinforcement, he tried to take it from me, “Not in your shape commando, come on.”

The ride to where his brothers were waiting for us was excruciating, it made your stomach knot up not knowing what was next but if everyone was half as nice as Gregor it was going to be okay. A medical droid greeted us along with several other clones with yellow painted gear. They were confused with you being with him but he kept redirecting the conversation every time they tried to ask about it. Gregor was happy to be back with his brothers, no longer cleaning dishes, back to being a soldier and it still stunned him that he didn’t remember it for so long. He kept her close, trying to keep his brothers from examining her to closely unaware of what they may do.

“We’re almost back to base Captain, almost home soldier,” one of the troopers relayed.

“That’s good to hear boys, good to be home,” he said with his little giggle slipping out.

They turned and looked at him, “Its a small side effect from getting blown up, other then that he’s fine,” you said noticing the odd expressions on their face subside.

You pushed your hair back behind your ear noticing Gregor staring at the movement but looking away when your eyes met. A smile tugged at his lips but quickly faded as the ship touched down. You bit down on the inside of your check, your nerves kicking it. A Jedi with orange hair was waiting with several other yellow panted troops.

“This is Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi and this commander Cody, the one I saw talking about,” Gregor says lifting his head from the bed they put him one.

“Oh drunk karaoke,” you said, causing you both to laugh.

“Not cool brother,” Cody said, “but boy I am glad to see you alive.”

“No thanks to her,” he said looking at me.

Gregor was anxious but had to leave you with the general, he wanted to be there to make sure you got fair treatment but injuries came first. It was comforting to be around his brothers again, familiar faces some new some old but brothers none the less. Being a dishwasher felt degrading especially for so long while the war waged on.

The Jedi was kind, you were given the option to be a civilian to get to enjoy life or join the Grand Army of the Republic and put your skills to use, you were never really had a chance to choose before… but the decision was easy, being a doctor was the only thing you knew. In four short months in a GAR accelerated training course with some clone troopers you’d find the first family you’d ever know.

“Lamb squad, you’ve all passed your training,” General Shaa Ti said attaching a metal to each our armor saying our names in order, “Leak, Honor, Jaxon, Fire, Brax, and Medic. With great honor, I hope your serve the republic well.”

“Sir, Yes, Sir.”

You all turned and walked off towards the landing zone to find out what battalion you were selected for.

“Think we got into the 501st?” Honor asked.

“Please we’re good, but I think we’re 104th good,” Brax counter.

“Maker, you’ve always been the cocky one,” Leak said slugging him.

“41st” Fire and I said at the same time laughing.

You went from being this shy doctor barely managing to get by and even having the boys finally look at you like you were one of them. Although thanks to being a woman you couldn’t bunk with them most of the time unless there wasn’t space. You still got ugly looks in the mess and your squad was always seen as less then your brothers but you had a tendency to rise to the occasion. Walking down the hall your mind wandered to the man you met and his infectious warm laugh when you said something remotely funny, it felt like the Maker had intervened that day to get you off that scummy planet.

“Hello?” Brax said waving his hand in front of your face.

“Oh yeah, let’s go boys,” you said taking point leading the boys out to the awaiting battalion.

“Attention! Lamb Squad move out!” You called when the door opened.

All of your guesses was wrong, Obi and the 212th battalion. Before you could see if there was any trooper you recognized your squad broke into formation, 3 on each side face each other with a path in the middle.

“At ease boys,” Commander Cody said standing in the middle, removing his helmet.

You all removed your helmets tucking them under your arm. Cody stared at you for a minute, taken back by the fact you weren’t a clone.

“Hey, aren’t you the girl who saved Captain Gregor?” Cody asked putting the pieces together.

“Why do you think I picked this squad?” Obi said walking over.

Your team gawked at you for a second, “Thank you, Sir.”

“Well let’s get going, we’re going to Coruscant to celebrate, you shinys are gonna have fun.”

We joked on our way up to ship, having fun getting to know the other boys on the ship. No one knew really how to act around you and spent most time talking to the rest of your squad. You sulked off back to a corner and put your helmet back on. You we’re determined to just by today and they’ll open probably open up to you like your squad did. The ship dropped you off at the 79’s, you vaguely remembered Gregor telling you this place. It was a clone bar, clones were outside some completely plastered.

“Come on boys, let’s celebrate getting into the 212th,” Fire said putting an arm around yours and Leaks neck.

“Just no dancing on the tables, Honor” Brax said, him and jaxon hitting honor in the arms.

“That was one time!”

“Are you forgetting the time in the training-“

“Shut up, so it was two times.”

“Oh what about that time in the bunks?” You added laughing.

“Alright alright, I get the point,” he said tossing his hands up.

Cody guided us to a huge table near the back for us to sit at, a few other of the 212th members showed up to joined us. You awkwardly sat with your squad with your helmet on while everyone else was drinking.

Cody kept looking around and than at the empty chair, “You know you can take it off, everyone is going to found eventually” he said sliding you a drink.

You sighed taking off your helmet, but keeping your unruly hair tucked up just in case and slammed the drink back. Like they did on the ride over you were still gawked at, but you did your best to hide the annoyance taking shot for shot with the rest of the boys.

“Why do you get to wear clone armor? Isn’t there armor designed for well… non clone soldiers?” Someone finally asked.

“Wanna step outside and found out?” You asked slamming another one done.

“Easyyy, leave the cockiness to Brax,” Fire said always being the rock of the group, “She’s gives even us clones a run for the credits so command made an exception. Plus she doesn’t take no for an answer.”

“Hey if I’m gonna be shot at while attending to my duties, might as well have the best chance to get us out of there alive.”

“You know we still gotta rematch,” Leak said leaning forward to where I could see him.

“Any rotation any time,” you said cheering shots together.

Everyone was finally starting to open up to you, finally starting to see as a soldier not just some woman. You smiled into your glass eying everyone, you heart was content so this what family was like.

You noticed Cody still eyeing the empty chair, “Expecting someone sir?” You asked.

“Yeah, he’s late. Excuse me,” he said getting up heading doors.

Right when he got up, you saw the commando coming through the door. The light grey camo with yellow paint. You pretended not to notice joining in on the conversation at hand but that didn’t last long as you all stood as Gregor walked up.

Taking off his helmet, “At ease boys, sorry for being late. Ship took an… unexpected decor into the ground.”

You let out a high pitch laugh, “Is that the third time you’ve been blown up?”

“Fourth,” he said laughing his warm silky laugh.

“Four times?” Honor exasperated.

“Let me about it, at this point it’s just to prove I’m unkillable. Maker knows they’ve tried”

Everyone sat at the table, when General Kenobi commed all of us saying we have to head out on assignment. Everyone slammed their drinks and put their helmets on, running out towards the ship. You noticed Gregor was trying to stay next to you on the cruiser out. It was nice to see him again and be around that infectious laugh, you wanted to thank him but now definitely wasn’t the time.

You all hoped out of the ship, you took point with your squad right away to access the fight on hand, “Form Diamond until we know what dealing with!”

Seamlessly you all fell into the formation falling into a tight diamond shape keeping your backs pointed at each other keeping an a blind spot minimum.

“The medic is the lead? Wow definitely different,” one of the troopers said.

“We had the highest wins for our graduation, don’t worry about it,” Brax said smug.

“CLANKERS! At the front!” Cody yelled firing.

“You heard the man! Form Nocto!”

They shifted and you all went running towards the front, “Stupid shinies!” another trooper called while we broke behind their line.

“Alright circle up boys! Try to avoid friendly fire!”

Gregor watched you call orders, watching how fast your squad got results. Worry kicking in he broke formation and charged towards you. He took position between you and Leak firing.

“Try not to killed!” He shouted at me over the blaster fire.

“I’ve never been hit!” You smiled in your mask.

“Now who’s Lucky?”

The droids were still coming and we were a few troopers done, “Go! We got your back!”

You moved through the circle heading towards the downed troopers, one out of a handful were still kicking. You picked him up and laid him down on the ship, closing the door to keep blaster firing from hitting you.

“Alright trooper these is gonna hurt,” you said disconnecting his spaulder and curass.

It was a clean shot through his shoulder joint, you dug your your pack putting patches on both sides, then laying him down, “Alright stay down and don’t move, you’ll be back to fighting the metal heads in no time.”

You opened the door and quickly slide it shut, running back into position you found all of the droids decommissioned and no one more coming, “You couldn’t save me one?” You groaned.

“What type of brother do you think I am?” Jaxon said acting offended before pointing at a tree with a tied up upside down clankers.

“And that’s why your my favourite brother,” you said practically skipping over to the droid blasting it in the head and giving a small theoretical bow.

“Definitely a deviant batch,” one of the trooper muttered.

Then you saw it, Gregor on the ground. You ran and slide over to him. Fire said something about his leg. You looked down to at his injured leg, thankfully just grazed but still in a tender spot.

“I’m fine,” he said trying to get up and falling, “finish clearing the area.”

“As the medic, I outrank you when it comes to your life and you are the highest ranked person here. So zip it and take the piece off.”

Gregor complied and took the piece off, you gave him a shot to control the pain walking on it and a patch over it. You let him put the piece back on and helped him to this feet. He protested about being helped but you heard the winces he made walking. You set him down on the ship. He took off his helmet, combing back his hair with hands. It was definitely longer, it looked handsome on him.

“Stay here,” you said exciting the ship.

You found your squad outside in a defensive line but no sign of any more droids. They all turned and looked at you with a nod before heading back to Commander Cody.

“Sir what are your instructions?” Honor asked.

“We’re good to go back to Coruscant, the trooper squad assigned to this spot is on their way.”

“Awe that’s it?” Brax groaned, you patted him on the back, “We’ll get more time later, come on.”

You stayed next to the injured, hopefully Gregor’s patch would be done by the time we arrived. You caught him looking up at you time to time. You did your best to ignore it, you would ask him about it later. Chatter picked back up, starting with how the shinys aren’t shinys any more.

“How do you guys move like that? It’s so out of standard?”

“Previous battle training before joining GAR, it may not be the standard protocol but it’s effective.”

“Effectively might get out of you killed,” Gregor said.

“We’re expendable, might as well take out as many of them as we can before going down,” he said bumping fist which we all bumped fist, our fist bump was the non verbal reinforcement of our code that the clankers would have hell to pay if one of us went down.

“But she’s not a clone” Cody said pointing out of the obvious.

“No I’m not, but my squad is my family and I would die for any of them.”

“I’m not sure who’s crazier anymore, you or Gregor.”

Gregor and I stared at each other before saying “Gregor” at the same time.

The trip back to Coruscant went by quick and it was nice to have your feet back on the ground. You escorted the injured trooper back to the med bay for the droids to finish dealing with his injuries, you noticed Gregor tailing you. You walked into an med supply closet and he followed you in.

“I was wondering if there was something you wanted to say, what’s on your mind?”

“You really have to be more careful” he said running his fingers through his hair again nervously, “breaking formation is dangerous.”

“We’re Lamb Squad, we’re not suppose to be orthodox... We are a bad batch thrown together, we’re all defected but we preserve and push on.”

“I want YOU to be careful.”

“Not a blaster mark on me,” you said doing a little twirl for him, “I have fixed so many of those stupid battle droids… indirectly helped in killing so many troopers… I’m doing what I can to sleep at night, when I look at my squad I see my mistakes and work every day to correct them. I am extremely careful.”

“I never got to thank you for saving my life, when I was healed you were already shipped off to the training facility,” his caramel eyes stared at you trying to convey something that he didn’t want to focalize, “so… Thank you for giving me a chance to come home.”

“I would do all over again, Sir.”

You watched confused as something small broke in his face me, “You don’t need to call me that.”

“Yes s- Gregor.”

He smiled, but it didn’t quiet light up his eyes. He was beautiful when he really smiled, you shook your head a little at yourself. He was your commanding officer that was a huge no. There was quiet a few things you learned that were a huge no-no but that definitely had to be within the top three.

“We should probably get back to 79’s everyone is probably waiting”, he said playing with his hair yet again.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you said walking with him towards the speeder.

You’re mind wondered to his lips when he talked, scolding yourself mentally again you tried to distracted yourself thinking about the expression he made when you called him sir and why he made it. Once you got back to 79’s, you watched him take shot after shot after shot still staring at you in between drinks.

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