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Identity Pt 8

Part (8) of Identity, the next arc of Doc's Misadventures! If you're new, start at the beginning with Touch Starved!

At a whopping 27,000 words, this accidentally became the biggest arc in the series. Oops. Anyway, I've certainly been a bit possessed about getting it done, so here yuh go!

Warnings: Honestly, aside from the standard guilt and regret, this chapter is mostly fluff

WC: 2,913

He held me until my breath eased back into a quiet, rhythmic ebb and flow free of even the occasional hitched gasp. At some point, he’d shifted just enough to lean his shoulder against the wall, hand lightly clasped around the back of my neck as his fingers trailed absently atop the skin peaking out between my blacks and hairline. Part of me knew I shouldn’t stay like this; that hiding against him only delayed confronting the guilt I’d see in Wolffe’s eyes, the trepidation and doubt in Cody’s, but it was so easy to pretend otherwise, to keep my face nestled against his throat and let all thought of what responsibility awaited us beyond those walls fade as seconds turned into minutes.

A crippling realization struck me in that moment. I was hiding. I was hiding from the risk of another mission and another near disaster. I was hiding from the damage that had already been caused and the inevitable destruction still awaiting me. I was hiding from the certainty that even worse might be befall those around me at any moment; doubtless of just how effortlessly that might break whatever fleeting reserves of strength somehow managed to keep me going through all that had already happened, and I knew that that very fear of them getting hurt was likely the only thing keeping me from yielding that I might be there to help them in any way I could.

But it wasn’t just the fear of impending nightmares that kept me curled in the arms of a man I remembered hiding from so many months prior, back when we were strangers and I shied from the intensity that burned in his eyes when faced with even a simple question; the deep quiet he’d fall into while considering every aspect of a problem before coming to a decision, and the unease that would fill me at the mere thought of finding myself the subject of that frightening focus. So much had happened since then, and I couldn’t bring myself to feel anything but grateful for his presence in that moment, for the calm he granted me even as reality seemed to shift with a wretched understanding.

I was hiding from Wolffe; from the way his voice had threatened to break when last we spoke, from the tension that stole the effortless visage of command from him whenever we’d found ourselves alone. I was hiding from the squad that I could no longer think of as mine, from the longing in their eyes for a time that was now gone and would never again grant us the incredible breadth of comfort once gleaned from the sense of family we had found in each other, now felt only with a nostalgia tarnished by the horrors filling these past few days.

I wanted to weep anew at the thought of those coming farewell’s weighted beneath guilt and regret and the want for a denial we knew to be useless. In that moment, I longed to let myself be weak; to beg Hunter to tell Wolffe to leave that I wouldn’t have to face him at all, and I hated myself for that weakness.

The gentle dance of his touch stilled; fingers half buried in my hair as he subtly turned his gaze toward me; waiting. I drew a slow, resigned breath, held it in a final plea for even a few seconds’ more of a delay, and finally let it out in a controlled sigh as I pulled away from him.

“Thank you.” I whispered, eyes raising to just glimpse his. His thumb swept once more along the length of my neck before finally letting his hand fall briefly to my arm and then to the floor near his waist.

“Don’t need to thank me, Doc.” He replied softly, attention carefully locked on me. My lips drew up in an empty smile as I turned to glance thoughtlessly around the room. When I began to draw movement back into my limbs, weight shifting to balance atop a knee in preparation of forcing myself to my feet, Hunter quickly reached back out to me, arm looping around my shoulders as though anticipating the way my muscles would instantly waver at that first hint of strain. I was no stranger to the way grief and fear and panic left one so hopelessly drained yet always found myself unprepared for how ruthlessly that exhaustion struck. Unphased, I leaned into his support; let myself rely on his strength in the absence of my own as he carefully pulled me up alongside him.

“If we stay in here much longer, they might get the wrong idea.” I muttered, peaking towards him to see the way his brow cocked in surprise, but he let out a quiet chuckle at the weary smirk I managed to shoot him.

“The last thing I need is Crosshair hearing those kinds of rumors from regs…” He grumbled back, and I was shocked at how easily the huff of laughter escaped me. “Are you okay to walk?” He asked, voice dropping into a whisper as though that might prevent it from robbing us of that brief, precious moment of lightness. I nodded, forcing my back straight despite the reluctance weighing down my shoulders. “Alright.” He murmured and I tried to ignore the chill left in the wake of his touch as he slowly stepped away from me.

Whatever conversation had filled the silence beyond the office walls ceased with a harsh finality the instant that door began to open. I could feel Hunter standing just behind me, attention still following my every movement as though I might tumble without warning. Cody was the first to approach me, helm tucked under his arm and expression still somehow void of the disappointment I kept expecting to find.

“Commander, I-” He dismissed whatever attempt at an apology I was still trying to piece together with a simple wave of his hand and subtle shake of his head.

“Just get to the barracks and try to get some rest.” The innate authority in his voice was softened by a compassion that I still found myself shocked to hear from someone in his position and could only respond with a small nod.

“I can come back tomorrow – answer any other questions you have.” I offered, but he again dismissed it.

“Between what you’ve already told me and what I discussed with Commander Wolffe, there’s no need for that. Just take some time; try not to lose yourself in what happened.” He barely whispered those final words, willing them into me with a quiet understanding that I couldn’t begin to pretend I didn’t need. He ducked his head in a small bow before stepping past me into his office, and I hesitated just a moment longer before turning toward Wolffe.

“Guess I overestimated myself.” I mumbled, voice straining past the stiffness in my jaw, and I wasn’t sure how to respond to the subtle feeling of Hunter’s hand coming to rest against the armor sweeping across my lower back, nor my inability to deny the depth of comfort it gave me.

“No one’s holding that against you.” He replied softly before his gaze shifted to the man behind me. “Take care of her.” There was none of that disdain he’d once regarded Hunter with; no sneer of disapproval, and Hunter mirrored that unspoken respect with a silent nod.

“Wolffe.” I called hesitantly just as he’d begun to walk away, nearly cringing at the remorse in my own voice; the threat of shame. “I don’t… Will you tell the others I’ll be okay? I just… I can’t…” How could I explain the way it would cripple me to see their guilt again? To hear their apologies despite knowing they’d done nothing to warrant such sorrow?

“Don’t worry about them.” He explained, voice quiet but no less commanding for it. “Just be safe, kid.” There… just lingering beneath that infallible composure… Even Wolffe couldn’t keep the traces of an apology from his farewell. Gaze falling lest I note even a glimmer of regret in those stern eyes, I fought to offer some trace of a smile before turning away. The sense of finality in that farewell left my breath trembling slightly, and even the way Hunter shifted nearer to me did little to ease the sense of loss twisting through my chest.

“Cody’s already granting us clearance for the mission details.” He didn’t look at me when he said it, gaze once more hidden behind that dark visor as we walked unhurried through the corridors of the Negotiator. “You don’t have to, but if you want to talk about it…” My head fell slightly at the gentle invitation, and I knew he could hear how my heartbeat quickened at the mere thought. When I gave no answer, he didn’t press, but I couldn’t dispel the tension that lingered in the silence between us.

“I don’t think Wrecker’s ever going to let you go off on another mission without us.” He added a moment later, somehow managing to sow a wisp of humor into his voice, and a small scoff escaped me.

“Even if it’s the 104th calling you again?” There was something beneath the teasing lilt in his voice, but I was too weary to try to name it.

“Given my track record, I don’t think he’ll hear any arguments from me…” I grumbled.

“I didn’t know I’d be working with them this time until after I’d boarded the transport.” His helm shifted toward me, and I could easily picture the way his brows had surely risen above eyes widened with surprise. “But, no.” I added quietly, pace unchanged as I tried not to think too deeply on the painful words slipping over my tongue. “I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to work with them again.” Hunter stopped walking. I didn’t, intent on not falling back into the remorse that was all too eager to overwhelm me again.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured, treading back to my side. I gave a weak shrug, collecting my thoughts a moment before responding.

“Too much has changed… Besides, they have a jedi watching their backs. Without me, you lot only have dumb luck and sheer stubbornness.” A quiet chuckle just sounded through his comm system, and I found myself joining him in with a snicker of my own as his hand reached up to lightly jostle my helmet. It was heartbreaking – that conscious understanding that I no longer belonged with the 104th, but I had harbored no doubts that it was the right choice; that the 99 had become my family in a way the others never could.

“Doc!” Wrecker’s shout boomed through the nearly empty barracks, and I barely had time to draw in breath for a reply I never got to speak before his arms locked around my waist to hoist me up in an embrace far softer than his normal hugs. Still, laughter sputtered from my lips at the welcomed display of affection I would always treasure from the man, hand automatically darting out to his shoulder to steady myself despite the knowledge that he’d never let me fall.

“It’s almost like you missed me or something.” I teased, earning a brilliant smile from him that was so utterly free of shame or hesitation as he gently set me back down.

“Those regs need to find their own nat-born next time! It’s not fair for them to just come and steal yuh away whenever they want.” He complained, hands lingering on my hips for just a moment longer to ensure I was steady before stepping back.

Two rows of double bunks stretched out before me in a room designed to hold at least a company of one hundred though the entirety of it had been reserved for our tiny squad. Crosshair stood leaning against one of the upper bunks a few rows away with his arms wrapped tightly across his chest, attention locked on me from the corner of his eye while Echo and Tech sat together atop a lower cot a mere handful of strides from the door, the telltale mess of cables strewn between them warning of some half-started project.

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that.” I reassured him in a gentle sigh. “Pretty sure this was a one-time thing.” I could see the concern lingering in his gaze despite his efforts to hide it beneath his usual glee, the subtle threat of anger it fueled, and had to look away.

“Hey stranger.” I said softly. His chest bucked slightly around a sharp breath, mouth just beginning to open before closing tightly in a final bout of hesitation, but then he let out a small huff, forcing some of that tightness from his shoulders.

The instant I glimpsed him, the arc quick pushed himself to his feet, eyes torn between meeting my gaze and darting away as his jaw tensed around whatever attempt at a greeting caught in his throat. Had he been there when I first landed? Had I simply been too lost in my own thoughts to notice? My heart sank at the thought, just managing to offer the ghost of a smile in the face of how stiffly he held himself.

“Hey.” He whispered, and I heard clearly the apology in it, but it was nothing like those plaguing every word uttered amongst the 104th. There was a warmth in his apology; a subtle self-deprecation softened with something near enough to humor that my smile bloomed with relief.

“I see you two have been making the most of this little vacation.” I started, looking pointedly at the assortment of mysteriously procured supplies. He glanced quickly over his shoulder as though he’d forgotten the project entirely before turning back to me.

“Echo suggested a few interesting modifications to his cybernetic legs.” Tech stated before his brother could try to explain. “This is merely the initial prototype. Rebuilding his legs entirely will take significantly longer than a few days, but this will allow us to test the efficiency of our new design.” I looked back to the arc with surprise and found him fighting a sheepish grin.

My head fell toward my chest, stomach churning with regret for having offered at all despite Tech’s automatic “thank you.” Swallowing back the anxiety threatening to coil through my gut, I finally let myself glance toward the tall sniper still watching me from just the corner of his eye, and the little thrill of glee that seeing him shot through me offered a precious sliver of relief. He barely reacted as I approached him, head just shifting to follow my movements until barely a foot lay between us, and I let out a heavy sigh full of mock guilt and remorse.

“Wow.” I chirped, pleased to hear they’d managed to be so productive despite how strained things had been over the past few weeks, “Let me know if you need any help synching it to the neural interface.” Echo’s face darkened for barely the breadth of a heartbeat, but it was enough to remind me that the effortless connection that once came so easily to us still lay far beyond my grasp.

“I may have jinxed myself.” I muttered, and a quiet chuckle escaped me at the way he cocked his brow, unimpressed by my admission. “Was I right? Did you mope the entire time I was gone?”

“Yes.” Hunter called from the front of the barracks, kindling my chuckle into a short burst of laughter as Cross shot his brother a lethal glare.

“Just got back and you’re already trying to cause trouble.” He growled under his breath, earning a coy smirk from me. Only then did he begin to abandon that impartial veneer, weight shifting as he pushed himself away from the bunks to reach for me, and I could feel my entire body lighten with the deep sigh that fled my lips at that first rush of warmth from his embrace.

“Are you okay?” He asked, words barely audible as they danced through my hair. The rote reassurance so nearly fell from my lips absent a moment’s thought before catching in my throat. I could feel him tense in those brief seconds of hesitation before I reluctantly shook my head.

“Not yet.” I answered, voice heavy with every unspoken reason forbidding me from trying to convince him otherwise. “But I’m really glad to be back.” He went still for a long moment, but then his arms tightened almost harshly around me, body curling over mine as though he might hide me from what darkness lingered behind the veil of empty smiles.

We both knew there would be no walking away from the damage wrought during my time apart from them, but I let myself relish that moment of stillness; the hum of quiet conversation between Hunter and Wrecker, the rhythmic clicks and hisses of tools augmenting metal and wire beneath Echo and Tech’s ministrations, the steady thrum of Crosshair’s heartbeat dancing against me as I rested my forehead to his neck, shamelessly letting myself vanish in that heady spice and tang of blasterfire. Every day spent fighting this war brought untold risks and dangers, but I held no reservations that this was exactly where I belonged, and no threat was great enough to see me leave them for even a moment more.

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subbing-for-clones · 1 month

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The Defective Jedi

Chapter 1

Word count: 2.2k

Trigger Warnings: None really, just some fighting

Every day you tried to forget and yet almost every night you remembered. Wandering through the crystal caves of Ilum was horribly cold and felt so lonely. You were never particularly strong with the force but you always felt it. That connection between all things living and the energy it permeated, but when you entered the cave you felt, nothing. Why did you feel nothing?

You heard the other younglings yipping in happiness and laughing in triumph as one by one they found their kyber crystals and still, nothing called for you. Time was running out before the entrance became a wall of ice with no escape and even as a child you accepted defeat before you accepted death. You were the last to leave and the only one who was left empty handed. You would remember the disappointed look of Master Yoda forever, his eyes turned to the snow beneath his feet with a pained look before he looked back up at you.

It wasn’t long after that you were sent back home to Lothal. You had taken your parents pride and sullied it with failure and you don’t think they ever forgave you for it. It was true, you had failed before you even really got started. Your connection to the force just wasn’t strong enough to be a Jedi.

Still, you refused to let the connection go. You spent your formative years practicing the techniques you were able to learn in your short time studying under the jedi. Hours meditating every rotation searching for that warmth. You did find it; you could still feel it and so you taught yourself as much as you could.

Once you were able to venture out on your own you left Lothal and your parents’ resentment behind. Never really setting up a home; you joined a bounty hunter’s guild instead and used your abilities to become a fairly prolific hunter. It was during these years that all hell broke lose as war erupted all over the galaxy.

Only one year in and it wasn’t looking good. Hundreds of Jedi had fallen to the separatist forces and they needed help. This was when a desperate plea rang across the galaxy for the aid of anyone with force sensitive capabilities to come and join the fight for the republic. Whether it was out of the desire to help or need to prove yourself to the ones who threw you out you weren’t sure; still you answered their call.

You were tested and trained in a group of others with similar stories to your own under several rotating Jedi. At the end of your training, you were assigned to be exactly what you already were; a fighter. You were assigned to various squads as aid and back up; using your intuition, strategy skills and your fighting expertise on the battle field with the clones. You’d never hold a rank above a grunt but you didn’t care. Every victory was a curse on the Jedi for giving you up.

After months of rotating between battalions you were about to receive your permanent assignment. Clone Force 99, a rag tag team of four, apparently defective, clones. The irony didn’t escape you.

“Why are we getting a Jedi?” Hunter asked the hologram of Cody. The others standing back but still in view of the commander.

“She’s not a Jedi, she’s one of the force sensitives the Jedi asked to join the cause. She doesn’t hold rank over you, you’re still in charge.”

“I don’t like it.” Sneered Crosshair.

“Well, you don’t have much of a choice. The higher ups want these people sprinkled out through all the squads in case of a Sith attack. The Jedi worry about them rising up with the appearance of a few and quite frankly, no clone stands a chance agianst them. They can wipe out battalions.”

“When is she joining and for how long?” The Sergent was growing impatient and didn’t like the idea of a new member being added to their group.

“She’s waiting on Kamino for you now so you’ll meet her upon arrival, she’ll be with you until the war is over or until she runs as fast as she can away from you.” The commander had a small smirk on his face that Hunter mirrored. The idea of sending a Jedi, or whatever, running amused him.

Once they touched down on Kamino three out of the four were sightly on edge with the exception or Wrecker who seemed rather excited. He was generally the most welcoming. The worry melted away as soon as they laid eyes on you. You really didn’t look like a Jedi at all. You looked like an operative. Instead of a robe you wore black armor and in the place of a lightsaber at your hip, you had a blaster and a large curved vibro-blade.

Crosshair couldn’t help but eye you up and down the armor looked good on you. You took each of them in once you took your helmet off and introduced yourself to your new companions, a dance you’ve done before. Wrecker was kind enough to grab the two crates of your belongings and load them onto the ship. There wasn’t much time for pleasantries before you received your first mission. You were to extract data from an outpost on Teth and upload it straight to Cody. Information about prisoners of war and where they were being held was your main objective. Anything else was an added bonus. You all loaded onto the ship after eating a hearty meal in the cafeteria.

In the back of the ship next to the bunks you unpacked a few things from your crates.

“Whatchya got there?” Wrecker asked excitedly.

“Ill eat a loth cat before I sleep in GAR issued blankets.” He laughed heartily at your response and left you to continue. You didn’t have any photos to hang or many personal items at all for that matter but that’s how you’ve lived for the last few years anyway.

Once you were finished you made your way to the common area where the clones were discussing strategy. Quietly you took the empty seat between Tech and Crosshair. The outpost was situated in the middle of the jungle. Intel reported minimal guards as it wasn’t a main base but still enough that you all decided stealth was your best option.

Once the plan had been formulated they all looked at you expectedly.

“What is it?” you asked.

“So why didn’t you become a Jedi?” Tech asked outright, Hunter elbowed him but didn’t faze the goggled soldier.

“I tried but, well they decided I wasn’t strong enough. I’m closer to the force than most people but not close enough to be a Jedi.”

“You’re defective like us!” Wrecker shouted with glee, earning an elbow from Hunter as well. You actually laughed a bit.

“Yeah, you could say that. I’ve used my abilities as a bounty hunter since I left Lothal until I joined the GAR.”

Crosshair watched you out of the corner of his eye. You really weren’t what they thought you would be at all. You weren’t a religious zealot you were just someone trying to find their way in the galaxy like the rest of them. He admired that, the honesty too. You weren’t trying to be something you’re not.

That night in hyperspace you tossed and turned in your new bunk. Nightmares from close calls on a hunt filled your mind. You were often reminded of the times you came close to getting killed before a mission. Eventually you gave up and made your way toward the cockpit. You enjoyed meditating under the blue streaking lights. You were surprised to see that someone had beat you to it. The lithe handsome sniper sat in the pilot’s chair cleaning his fire puncher and mouthing a tooth pick.

He looked up at you slightly taken aback by your appearance. Quickly he composed himself and half waved his arm at the other seat as a silent invitation.

“Sorry for intruding, I just couldn’t sleep.”

“You’re not.”

You were starting to like the way words seemed to slither off his tongue. You nodded a thanks to him and turned to watch the stars soaring by at light speed. Both you sat in silence for a few minutes before he opened and shut his mouth, wanting to ask you something but Cross wasn’t sure if it was out of turn.

He mentally shrugged and asked, “So why did you join the GAR?”

“Is one part brave three parts fool a believable answer?”

“I doubt you’re a fool.”

“Well, we’ll see if you keep that opinion,” you chuckled and earned an upturn of the corner of his mouth.

“Honestly? I found it ironic that the Jedi needed our help now. I don’t hold too much resentment agianst them but I do want to prove myself as valuable. Besides, things make sense out here.”

“How so?” He turned in his chair to face you and put his rifle down for a moment. You glanced at him and shrugged your shoulders.

“There’s no confusion right now. We fight agianst Separatists and clankers. I’m sure there are good people on those planets but this is the side I chose to fight for so that’s what I’m going to do.”

Crosshair digested your words and offered “We didn’t get a choice.”

“If you did, what would you be doing?”

“That’s a difficult question to answer, I’ve never let myself be hypothetical like that before because there isn’t a choice. I.. We’re property of the GAR just like my rifle and this ship. Don’t tell Tech that though, it’s his ship in his mind.”

You giggled a bit at that and nodded your head in understanding.

“I spent so much time hunting and fighting bounties that this just seemed like a natural course of action. I can’t see myself doing anything else instead now.”

Crosshair picked up his fire puncher again and resumed cleaning it. You watched him for a while before turning back to the lights and closing your eyes. You reached out through the force trying to feel the Purgill you swore you heard. What you didn’t sense was Crosshair watching you intently.

You were going over the mission plan one last time while Tech was putting down the ship a few clicks away from the objective point. The jungle terrain was difficult to get through but not too much of a problem. The closer you got the more the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Cross left your group close to the outpost to climb one of the giant trees for a better vantage point.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” you whispered to the Sergent.

He nodded in response, seemingly sensing something as well. The post was supposed to be guarded by droids with a few officers scattered throughout but something was off. No perimeter defense and no guards posted outside. Your group made their way around to a side door shown on the schematics and while Tech was overriding security, you Hunter and Wrecker kept watch. You could Feel Crosshair’s eyes on you and it gave you an overwhelming sense of security knowing he was watching over you.

Three droids were posted on the inside of the door and as soon as you were in Wrecker crushed one agianst the wall, Hunter stabbed one in the chest and you took the last one’s head off with your long viroblade. Quickly you dashed in and made your way through the base looking for a data port. Tech found one on a lower level and plugged in, searching the database until he found what he needed.

“It seems there are around fifty clones being held captive for questioning on a moon in the outer rim. There are also schematics for the spider droids here…” Tech prattled on interesting things he was downloading until Hunter shushed him and signaled for him to hurry up. That’s when the alarm sounded.

“We gotta go, now.” You stated with certainty. Trusting your instinct the boys packed up and started running back up to the way out. Once the door was insight, a wall of droids emerged and started firing at you. You fell back around a corner and started shooting them with your blaster looking for a weak point in the wall.

“Wrecker throw a smoke grenade,” Hunter barked.

“On it!” Wrecker tossed two creating a large fog that allowed you to step out, you reached out your hand and with a little struggle, used the force to loosen a wall panel until it flew into the side of the droid squad, pinning them to the opposite wall.

“HA HA NICE!” Wrecker shouted.

The four of you ran like hell out of the outpost to find several fallen droids, courtesy of the reliable sniper.

Once the five of you were back on the ship and Tech was taking off Wrecker was excitedly telling Crosshair how you threw a wall at a bunch of droids, taking out ten in one go. There seemed to be an impressed glint in his eye.

“That was good work back there,” Hunter told you sincerely. You smiled and thanked him, watching as the data was sent through encryption straight to Cody to do with as he saw fit.

Your first mission with the squad, a success you exchanged a smile with the sniper and sat in your victory.

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toska-writes · 1 year

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“Safety in Numbers”

Summary: A huge thunderstorms strike the air, and it’s hard for someone with heighten sense and someone who spent their whole life in a war.

Pairing: Hunter x GN padawan reader (ok guess what.. I bet you don’t know. It’s Platonic!

Warning: hurt and comfort. PTSD mentions and such. Blood but it’s only mentioned once and nondescript. We love dad Hunter here!

Word count: 942

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BOOM.

Thunder struck the ground as you tossed back over in your bunk. As silly as it was your blanket formed a protective layer between you and the storm.

You’d been awake for hours. Thunder struck since the early hours of the night making sleep vacant.

BOOM.

Every time you closed your eyes the noise echoed through your skull, it sounded a little too familiar and the memories it brought back weren’t pleasant.

You saw their faces flashing across your vison, the horrific scenes played out over and over again. If you really concentrated you could smell it as well.

Smoke, sweat, and blood.

Lighting flashed and the whole ship shook with the force of the invisible thunder. You couldn’t take it anymore. Someone else had to be awake right? Maybe a walk would help clear your head.

You’d never wake a sleeping member of the crew you were currently stationed with, which was Clone Force 99. They needed just as much sleep as you were missing right now.

You stumbled from your bunk, every time a new sound was made you froze making the journey to the cockpit ever so slow. Clearly the walking idea was out.

Breath in 1 2, breath out. Nothing can hurt you. Nothing can get you. You thought over and over once again.

But with every loud noise that thought slipped further and further away from you.

BOOM.

Coming to the cock pit you weren’t necessarily surprised to see the sergent of Clone Force 99 still awake.

Hunter sat in one of the front seats facing the dark scenery where rain banged against the glass. Hunter leaned slightly into his arm that propped him up, both hands were cupped around his face.

Without giving his unfortunate circumstances you’d almost think he looked at peace watching the rain, like he enjoyed it.

He still picked up your steps over the loud noises raging outside as he quickly turned to look at you spinning in his chair.

You gave him a small smile, by no means did it reach your eyes. “Hey.” The words barely slipped past your teeth and you stood there wondering if you said them at all.

“What’s wrong kid?” Hunter spoke softly, clearly he saw your tear stained face and best attempt at a comforting smile. Nothing could get past him, even in the dark.

“Nothing,” You shook your head slightly. “Just… couldn’t sleep is all.”

He gave you a slight look but didn’t press further, he didn’t need his heightened sense to tell him you were on edge and uncomfortable. Scared even.

Another bolt of lighting strikes the ground creating a huge boom right along after it, suddenly Hunter was on his feet and met you in the middle of the cockpit where you stumbled too.

“Shhh kid it’s ok, I got ya. I don’t like it either. It’s ok ” Hunter rambled into your ear. He held you tightly to his chest rocking back and forth for a moment.

You looked up at him, the pain on his face and the wavering of him in the force told you all you needed to know. “I got you too Hunter alright, Safety in numbers am I right?” You tried to joke but all you felt was numbness.

Hunter held you tighter walking back over to the seat he just vacated. The two of you squished in together. “Don’t worry about me kid, been dealing with loud noises and such for a while.”

Hunter looked down at your huddled form, he could feel the racing heartbeat in your chest.

This was wrong. “I’m so sorry kid.” He spoke into your hair. “You should be playing in the rain, watching it fall, be scared of it if you want but it shouldn’t be like this.”

BOOM.

Hunter wasn’t sure why he was angry or at who but seeing you now experiencing fear and hurt of this level sat wrong with him.

Another boom came, the noise rang in the skull of the trooper. Why him? He understood Crosshairs own struggles sometimes knowing his brother if he were here with you instead would have a problem with the lights that flashed across the sky. But as his head throbbed he almost could admit he was jeoulse of his sleeping brothers.

The duo sat in the chair quietly, muffled tears and whimpers were lost to the raging storm just outside.

Hunter looked down now after a while, the rise and fall of your body wasn’t perfect but it meant that you were asleep hopefully having a dreamless sleep. How could something like this happen to a kid like this? A good kid.

Hunter stood now with you still tightly bundled in his arms. He made is way back through the ship trying not to jump when the thunder struck yet again.

Setting you in his bunk he watched you for a moment in the dark.

“I’m sorry for this life vod’ika.” He whispered “But we can have safety in numbers if you want.”

He slowly climbed into the bunk after you, making sure some part of him protected you from the storm on the exterior of the ship. An arm of his draped over your shoulder and chest pulling you closer.

Sleep never welcomed Hunter that night, not as long as you were asleep. Knowing you too well that you’d wake up while the storm would still be going, disoriented from sleep and scared.

If he could stop that and comfort you for just a second making you feel safer. In Hunters book that’s worth losing a little sleep.

He felt you shift beside him, grasping firmly to his arm.

Safety in numbers, it always works.

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Congratulations on you 2,500 can a I clute fluffy hunter one shots

Lazy Afternoons

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Hunter X GN!Reader

word count: 655 words.

Sometimes it’s nice to just lay down in bed and relax with your other half every once in a while

warnings: none, pure fluff. Short and sweet.

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Downtime with Hunter was always a blessing when it arrived. The others were busy, doing their own thing whilst you and Hunter did yours.

Usually, a walk or a trip to a nice cantina is the usual for you both but today you wanted to just lay back, relax and let all the troubles of war fade away.

So what better way to relax other than to lay in a bunk all day, cuddled up with a holomovie on. The movie itself was trash but atleast that can always get a good laugh out of you both. He hates corny movies half of the time but corny movies with terrible acting however? He’s a sucker for it.

When you first started dating many moons ago, you always prepared yourself to not have these types of moments with Hunter. Fearing that his senses would be overstimulated, you began to accept that cuddling and peppering kisses over each other would be a rarity.

That all changed however when one day you’re walking past him in his bunk and feel his arms snake around you as fast as lightning and pull you straight into him. He drowns you in his arms and blanket and gives you the most surprising cuddle of your life. Turns out he is quite the affectionate one.

Ever since, days of just laying together and cuddling became more frequent and you’d have it no other way.

“Mesh’la, what are you thinking about?” You didn’t realise that you had zoned out and missed the last ten minutes of the movie until Hunter whispered into your ear.

A warm sensation runs down your neck and you laugh softly, rolling onto your back and look up at him as he hunches a little over you. “Nothing. Other than the fact I’m the luckiest person in the galaxy.”

Hunter smirks but then shakes his head. “I don’t think you are.”

Frowning, you make a joking swipe at his arm playfully. “You know I don’t like it when you talk down about yourself Hunter.” You pout but are just welcomed with a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I’m not,” he objects, hand coming up to gentle trace his thumb along your left cheek, “I just said it because I think you’ll find that I am the luckiest person in the galaxy.” He muses charmingly.

You’re grinning, always a sucker for how much adoration he shows you so you lean your head against his shoulder and sigh happily. “Can’t believe we’ve been together almost a year.”

“I know.” Hunter smiles fondly, tilting his head to rest his cheek against your head. “Nobody I’d rather have spent it with.”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, Hunter sliding his holopad away in a small crook of his bunk before asserting the ‘big spoon’ position.

His left arm wraps around you, keeping you flushed to his chest whilst you use his right arm as a pillow. He hated it at first but after seeing how quickly you fell asleep against him this way, he begrudgingly let it happen. More often than not.

Both in worlds of your own, you’re thinking of all what has happened up to now. It was a risk to fall in love with a Clone - a Sergent at that - but the first moment you met him, you knew he was the one.

He cared for you like no other, respected your boundaries and took note of your likes and dislikes. He would always have a spare credit or two just for you if you need it and he would always listen. He never dismissed your ideas and would think of clever ways to work around the harder times.

Most of all, he just loved you.

You’re about to say something to Hunter but the moment a soft snore escapes his lips, you knew it could always wait until the later on that lazy afternoon.

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archangelofzion · 22 days

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Fandoms

Guardians of the Galaxy

Marvel (like general Avengers and non-space stuff)

The Walking Dead

Longmire

Star Wars

Once Upon a Time

Pirates of the Caribbean

Throne of Glass

Movies I like

Young Guns

Tombstone

Taken

Lord of the Rings/Hobbit

Extraction

Favorite Characters:

MCU:

Yondu Udonta

Kraglin Obfonteri

Rocket Raccoon

Thor Odinson

Gamora

TWD:

Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

Michonne Hawthorn

Maggie Greene-Rhee

Glenn Rhee

Bob Stookey

Hershel Greene

Tyreese Williams

Carol Peltier

POTC:

Jack Sparrow

Elizabeth Swann

OUAT

Regina Mills

Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold

Killian Jones

Robin Hood

Longmire

Henry Standing Bear

Vic Moretti

Cady Longmire

Star Wars:

Zeb Orellios

Ahsoka Tano

Cara Dune

Sergent Hunter

Captain Rex

Plo Koon

Hera Syndulla

I ship__

Rexsoka

Starmora

Kragula

Longmoretti/Waltoria

CaptainSwan

HoodMills

Sparrabeth

Kanera

Caradin

Brutasha

Glaggie

Richonne

Anti/I do not and will not ship__

Anti Kragdu, that's literally shipping a father and son.

anti Caryl, just no

anti fosterson, Thor deserves better

anti swanqueen, they're both taken, and bad ship altogether. you realize Regina is Emmas step grandmother right?

anti kallezeb, the fact that people pay so little attention as to not know Zeb is straight....

anti Phee x Tech or whatever the ship name is

anti Willabeth, Will is an ass and Elizabeth is better with Jack.

anti Roquill

I don’t know if I’m totally anti, but I don’t really like Starbula

anti ANY clones shipped with clones. Absolutely NO clonecest

#fandoms

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starwarscomunauty · 11 months

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Personnage principal de star wars bad batch

Hunter : sergent et leader du Bad Batch, il a des sens améliorés qui font de lui un traqueur expert. Membre de l'équipe le plus réfléchi, Hunter peut également détecter des signaux électromagnétiques, ce qui l'aide à savoir où se trouvent les droïdes Séparatistes. Hunter et son équipe font les choses à leur manière, tandis que travailler avec d'autres équipes a tendance à entraver leur capacité à faire le travail[76].

Crosshair : tireur d'élite expert grâce à son défaut génétique qui lui donne une vue inhumaine, il peut atteindre une cible jusqu'à dix kilomètres. Crosshair n'est pas un fan des « Regs », des soldats clones qui n'ont pas de défauts, car lui et son équipe sont mal vus par eux. Il est, même envers son équipe, particulièrement impassible[76].

Wrecker : doté d'une force hors norme, il est capable de soulever une canonnière d'assaut. Wrecker est turbulent, mange beaucoup et aime faire des plaisanteries, quelque chose dont Crosshair n'est pas fan. Il aime surtout les explosifs, et les dégâts qui en découlent, ainsi que détruire les droïdes de combat[76].

Tech : ingénieur et expert en décryptage et en langues, il a modifié son armure pour qu'elle soit adaptée à ces compétences. Tech est plus jeune, plus mince et d'un teint plus clair que ses frères d'armes. À l'inverse des autres clones, il a également un passe-temps : il enregistre tous les sons sensibles qu'il rencontre, créant ainsi une base de données pour son usage personnel[76].

Echo : nouveau membre du Bad Batch, il faisait précédemment partie de l'escouade Domino dont la majorité est morte durant une attaque Séparatiste. Deux membres, Fives et Echo, en sortent vivants et sont affectés à la 501e légion sous le commandement d'Anakin Skywalker[N 10]. Présumé mort lors d'une bataille[N 3], Echo s'avère être gravement blessé et est secrètement capturé par les Séparatistes. Pratiquement mort, il est utilisé pour apprendre les tactiques de combat de la République. Plus tard, après la mort de Fives, Rex est convaincu qu'il est toujours en vie grâce à un algorithme Séparatiste. Avec l'aide d'Anakin et du Bad Batch, ils parviennent à sauver Echo qui est désormais majoritairement cybernétique. En raison de ces différences, Hunter invite Echo à les rejoindre, ce qu'il accepte[N 11],[76].

Omega : petite fille aux cheveux blonds, elle est l'assistante médical de Nala Se, scientifique de Kamino. Elle est une grande admiratrice de la Clone Force 99. Omega s'avère être un clone génétiquement modifié comme les membres de l'escadron, permettant d'expliquer le fait qu'elle est de sexe biologiquement différent des autres clones[34].

#star wars #bad batch

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fivesx4 · 3 years

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#the bad batch #clone force 99 #star wars #the clone wars #clone trooper tech #clone trooper wrecker #clone trooper crosshair #clone trooper hunter #clone sergent hunter #sergeant hunter

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ct-sxphdjarin · 3 years

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BRO IM SO READY BUT ALSO NOT READY

sry for all the tags but i’m screaming

@elizabeth7567 @nightsisterct7567

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jt-artsandfics · 3 years

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So I'm reopening the Bad batch, Clone wars and Grim Squad match ups now becuase I'm doign more stuff for my clone boys and having a break from Mortal kombat. Yes I will be going back to it in a bit and still working on fanfics. The same for the Clones. Match ups, fanfics and one shots are now open for the boys.

Please go look at the pin post for more information and rules for the request.

#the bad batch #tech the bad batch #the bad batch hunter #wrecker the bad batch #the bad batch crosshair #captain rex x reader #captain rex #commander wolffe x reader #commander cody x reader #clone commander #clones x reader #star wars clones #star wars clone wars #Sergent hunter #tech tbb #tbb hunter x reader #crosshair x reader

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milkytheholy1 · 3 years

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Drunk Confidence

A/N: Woah, I actually released a fic on Tech Tuesday, I swear that never happens? Anyway, have this crappy excuse of a story! Would anyone like to see a part 2 for this because I've got some ideas in mind?

Starwars Masterlist. Ultimate masterlist. AL series links.

Tech x Gender Neutral reader

Part 2 - Sober Suspicions

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A night out on the town, it was all you needed to feel alive again. No longer dragging your feet around the ship out of exhaustion, no longer begging for some caf; no matter how crappy it tasted. You simply let the music take you and the alcohol fuel you, there wasn't a better way of living than that.

And the batch had agreed with you, you had all had some hard missions this week and if anything were to save you all it would be a drink with only the highest amounts of alcohol in them. You had practically rushed out of the Havock at the very thought of getting drunk that night, the only thing on your mind was a party, to have fun and dance the night away.

Some members of the group were a little more...apprehensive about the whole experience, rather choosing to slowly drink away at their glass than go all out like the rest of you did. That person was Tech, he cared more about his words and behaviour while drunk than any of you did. Where you slurred words and laughed uncontrollably, Tech spoke fully articulated and sat up straight in the booth.

Although, he had to admit that he did find your drunken state humourous, to say the least. You were much more loose than you usually were, but he knew alcohol had that effect on people. Take Hunter, for example, their usually stoic Sergent was cracking jokes and dancing in his chair to the distant music playing from the bar's speakers. Any other day, the trooper would be caught dead dancing, only cracking some snarky comments on a mission, but with alcohol enthused into his veins, he was a completely different person.

Yes, Tech had noted the effects of their murky drink on each of the batch members. Wrecker was louder, if that was even possible, Crosshairs was more open, even if his emotions came out in the form of harsh sarcasm and Echo, well like Tech, he tended to drink less; a smart move on his part really.

But he had to admit he much preferred your drunken state compared to his brothers; he'd die in a hole if his brothers had flirted with him the way you did. You were currently joined to the hip with Tech, arms rubbing against his armour as you cackled at something Wrecker had said, head thrown back in hysterics.

Tech wasn't quite sure what his brother had said to make you laugh so hard, he was too distracted by your face to even care. He'd never admit it to you while you were fully sober, but Tech found himself falling more and more in love with you as time went on. It took him a while to come to that conclusion, that he was in love with you, it just didn't seem right to him. He knew he was a defect from the original clone recipe, but to fall in love?

It wasn't uncommon for that to happen, especially in the wider world outside of the clone anatomy, but for it to happen to him felt like a joke. A cruel prank by the universe, the force if he so chooses. But the blink of your lashes against your rosy cheeks, the dip in your nose from a few missions back when you got caught under debris, the shine in your eyes. He couldn't help but fall for you, it was logical after all, he had done the math.

He had calculated the possibility of you liking him back, 67% for those who wondered, it was a high percentage indeed but there was still a 33% chance that you didn't like him either. Tech didn't want to ruin the relationship he had with you, an awkward partnership that soon dubbed into a friendship. He'd hate to ruin that, and there lied his apprehension to mention it to you, no matter how logical the step seemed.

"And that's when the guy jumped from behind me, all it took was a simple wrench manoeuver and the guy was down!" Wrecker cheered, his drink spilling as his animated form flung to the air, "Heh, he won't be leaving that med bed for a while."

"Well, he won't be getting up at all, a broken spine tends to do that, Wrecker." Crosshairs huffed, sipping his drink, but a dark smirk was wet on his lips. You spluttered out a laugh, again, leaning against Tech's arm as you wept tears of joy.

"Stop, stop- it-it's too goood!" you muttered, trying hard to catch your breath. Hunter slipped away from the booth unnoticed, stumbling his way to the bar and back with a fresh new round, Tech was surprised he hadn't spilt any on the way back. As the Sergent handed out the next round, Tech intercepted your drink and pulled it far from you.

You blinked at your empty hand, brain still catching up with what was going on, "Wha- heeeeey~" you groaned out, slowly turning your head to catch Tech's eyes. The man in question smiled at your childlike nature, shaking his head as he promptly spoke, "You've had too much to drink for one night, you're perhaps forgetting we have a mission in two days and I would prefer it if you weren't hungover the whole time."

"Pffft, I- I won't be hungover, I'mmm not even drunk!" you laughed out, eyes blinking slowly. Tech let a chuckle slip out through his lips, "I highly doubt that, my dear."

"GAsp, you 'hink I'm drunk, don't youuu?" you slurred out, suddenly turning to the rest of the group, hands pounding on the table. The drinks shook with the vibrations causing Crosshairs to moan out when a small drop fell to the table, "Guyysss, Tech here, thinks I'mm 'runk! Amm I?" you questioned.

A chorus of cheers screamed "No!" while Echo muttered a weak: "Yes."

"So it's decided, I'm taking you back to the ship before you get into any serious trouble. Excuse me, Hunter." Tech announced, moving to stand as best as he could to get out of the booth. His hand worked its way around your wrist and effectively dragged you out with him, sliding past Hunter, you begged him to let you stay.

The boss just laughed, bandana falling down to cover his left eye, "Sssorry, can't help ya!" he roared, ultimately causing you to groan. Tech refused to let go of your arm, still pulling you along with him, eventually you gave up trying to escape and clung to him without shame. It surprised the clone, he wasn't prepared for you at all to do that but in theory, he should have seen it coming with your far more tipsy state.

"Tech~" you mused, drawing your nose to bump against the cut of his jaw, wobbling on your tip-toes to reach the giant. Tech stopped walking, knowing you would fall if he carried on, he turned to face you with a sigh, "Yes, (Y/N)?"

You leaned up closer, nose dragging over his cheeks, inciting a red blush to follow wherever you went. Finally reaching your destination, you bumped your own nose against his, "Boop." you laughed, pulling back and leaning heavily against his chest, arms flung over his shoulders. Tech wrapped his arms around your waist, gone past the point where he could ask for your permission to do so.

He begged that his face let up from the pink virus he had captured when it came to you, hoping he wouldn't make a fool of himself in front of you. With another empty sigh, Tech, not so gracefully, lifted you over his shoulder so he could get back to his ship quicker. Ignoring all the stares from whoever was out that late at night, you cheered along, hitting your palms against his back as you sang out of tune.

When he finally approached the Havock, Tech went to place you down but immediately stopped when you objected.

"Wait! I-I gotta doo somethin' first!" you protested, leaving Tech confused for once in his life. So doing as he was told, Tech resumed the same position as before, you slung over his shoulder, albeit a little further down than before. Tech waited for you to do something, maybe you were trying to pass up gas or something, similar to an infant.

What he didn't expect, however, was a light tap on his armour closer to his...out of reach regions, let's say. Tech's body shook, he pulled you down instantly, arms moving away from touching you and face pale yet bright red at the same time. He watched as you giggled away, the smallest hint of a blush on your cheeks and around the bridge of your nose.

He didn't know what to do, stunned by a single action, an action by you no less.

"Let'sss gooooo!" you shouted, preparing to charge up the ship's ramp. But your first large step ended in misery as you quickly began to tip backwards, waving your arms to centre yourself, your body leaned heavily forwards. Expecting to hit the ground and feel it more in the morning, you embraced the feeling of falling, nothing quite like the thrill of it all.

Tech launched after you, wrapping his arms around your hips without thought and dragging your back to rest against his chest. His laboured breaths warmed the tips of your ears, a toasty blush now on your face.

"Maker, don't do that." he huffed out, pulling you into a position where he could get the both of you into the ship. He could feel your fingers tracing the side of his armour as he walked you to the bunks, a disaster zone by the time the others would get back.

You flopped face-first into the bunk, groaning when it hurt slightly. From the noise alone, Tech's eyes widened in panic, he turned so your back was against the covers and inspected you for any injuries, even if they were minor.

Pushing his hands away with your own, you cheekily wrapped your fingers around his so he couldn't escape, "I'm fineee," you groaned out, smiling up at him with pearly whites. Tech felt the light squeeze in his hands, flicking his gaze over to capture his right hand entangled with yours.

"Stay with me~" you begged, face buried into the cover, eyes closed. Tech didn't know what to say, well that was a lie the obvious answer was yes, the answer his heart was churning for. But when did he ever let his heart decide? His brain was his heart in Tech's own opinion and it had never let him down before.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, you need to rest." he carefully untangled your fingers from his, gently laying your hands on top of your chest as your breathing evened out. Moving away from your passed out form, Tech swore he heard your lips murmur something, "(Y/N)?" he questioned, stepping back over to the bunk.

You didn't wake from your calming sleep, just murmuring to yourself, perhaps lost in a dream Tech could only describe. His fingers reached out on their own accords, startling Tech, but he did little to stop the movement. His fingers danced across your hairline, pulling the stray strands away from your face and back into the bundle of hair on top of your head.

He couldn't do this, couldn't keep a secret so large from you. Well, there was no one around, everyone else still at the bar or at the very least making their way back. And you were practically knocked out unconscious, so why couldn't he let his feelings out?

Taking a deep breath in, Tech hummed out his feelings, a small "I-I love you," declared from his lips. Pulling away, Tech left you alone, the door swooping shut behind him. He made his way to the cockpit, the trusty old cockpit. He fell into the chair, back hitting it hard and slightly knocking the wind out of him, at least he said it, got it out into the world.

"Maker, what are you doing to me." he whispered out, eyes focused on the stars through the window above.

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kriffingunlucky · 4 years

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Oh my god. Some Hunter please. There is not nearly enough Hunter content out there. Make it fluffy as all hell. Just pure fluff. Please. I beg of you.

Hunter honestly deserves gobs of love and I don’t see why there aren’t thousands of fics about him?? He’s so hot?? AND A DAD LIKE COME ON- IT’S A WIN WIN, OBVIOUSLY.

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“Will you just stay still?” You groan, trying to finish cleaning his wound. So you could begin layering bacta and bandages on the Sergent’s back. He wouldn't stop shifting and rolling his shoulders though, which means it would be impossible to get the bandages on straight once you were done anyway.

“Well I’m sorry that it hurts.” Hunter grumbles back, looking to the side, leaned over and gripping the end of the bed with his hands curled around the edges.

Letting a soft sigh slip from your lips once you cleaned the gash, you set down the hydrogen peroxide and rag on a table near the bed, then sit behind him. He looked back at you curiously, eyebrow raised and lips pushed out in thought.

But you didn’t mind the look he was giving you, placing your small cool hands on his warm back, rubbing circles in his skin; pressing heavily. That drew a sigh from his lips, eyes fluttering closed. You smiled at that and kept kneading his lower back and sides, until you felt the tension slowly melt away.

“Does that feel nice?” You ask softly, quietly.

He nods slowly, humming. “Very.”

Moving to rub his shoulder blades and the center of his back, you do the same to that area as you did the last. Giving him warm touches and soft squeezes. You press a kiss to the back of his neck, gripping his biceps and rolling his shoulders, working the knots out of his tense muscles.

Pulling him down to lay fully on his back, head propped against your stomach, shoulders setting against your thighs. You begin to run your hands through his long, curly hair. Massaging his scalp, neck and shoulders.

You have to stifle a giggle when he moves into your touch like a cat, your hand on the side of his head.

“So I’m assuming you like your hair being touched?” You say with a large grin.

“Mhm,” He hums, his voice a low rumble. He was slowly dozing off. “I do.”

You kept that soft smile on your features from that, and soon, he does fall asleep. Rolling over in his sleep and curling up, head setting in your cross legged lap. Your hands still rummaging through his dark locks.

“(Y/n)?”

You look up from Hunter’s sweet, sleeping face to see Tech at the doorway of the medical bay. His eyes fixed on you only, trying not to make this awkward, but you could see it in his eyes that he was curious as to what was happening.

“Yes, Tech?” You shoot him a smile, talking in a quiet tone so you wouldn’t wake the snoozing clone on your legs.

“Crosshair has some minor cuts, and since I know how to treat them I was going to clean them up, but I cannot find the medical kit in the usual spot.” He blinks a couple times. “Do you know where it is?”

“Yeah! Sorry.” You chuckle and point across the room, where you’d left the box. “I had to take some extra bacta out because Hunter’s gashes were rather deep, and forgot to put it back before I got distracted.”

“It’s alright.” Tech replies as he strolls to get it, collecting the few items out around it and setting them back in the container, closing it up and making his way towards the door again. He waves as he leaves. “Enjoy your nap.”

You didn’t reply, but just looked down at Hunter. Slightly startled when you met his deep brown eyes, gazing up at you with a rare tenderness in them.

“What was that about?” He asked in a groggy tone.

“Nothing to worry about, handsome.” You pet his head again, making his eyes slowly close and face visibly relax. “Just go back to sleep.”

“Ma’am yes ma’am.” He chuckles, chest rumbling one last time before he fell back into his safe slumber. You continuing to play with his hair all throughout his well deserved nap.

Knowing that after this, you would have to continue to spoil him with massages.

#hunter x reader #hunter #reader #the bad batch #requests #clone force 99 #wrecker #crosshair #tech #bad batch x reader #fluff

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elizabethrobertajones · 6 years

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13x04 watching notes

TBH that is my exact strategy when I am tired and want to go home.

it's 2am and I just woke up after a lengthy power nap/full REM cycle because going to bed at 9 is for cool kids so uh I'm watching the episode but also it's 2am. I didn't do it deliberately but here I aaaam.

Getting right in there with Dean telling the the truth in the recap - is he really gonna spill it all to a therapist? experts have been awaiting it ever since 1x10 so

"experts" being me, I am an independent judiciary body

*grief grief grief* *Jack angst*

Oh yeah Cas recap because Cas is back

Should I even write expectations for this episode? I'm a bit late since I already started watching :P Blah blah Glynn blah blah probably going to be fine, blah blah swear I saw someone say she's "never written Cas before" but uh we just had recaps from 12x19 so I mean who wrote that?

this guy has a weird reaction to the dead wife coming back

like, oh, okay, that happened. guess we say hello

Is this the "understated" reaction when Cas comes back

Oh we're doing regular old stabbing? Is this a shapeshifter thing or a revenge curse thing? Is it all going to be romantic couples? because lol pls don't

Also the recap did expressly list off 2 dead moms and a dead crowley along with a dead Cas who is also a brother and father to active main characters

Sam like "hey"

Dean like >.> Are you trying to be friends after I yelled at you?

Sam being remarkably cool about Dean's netflix and holy oil suggestion

Dean being extremely less cool about Sam's suggestion

They're sort of recapping the argument from the end of last episode for us, which is good because it wasn't in the recap unless it was but it's 2am and my brain randomly discarded that

oh my god it was

okay these are not meta notes

Sam's trying to play at grief counsellor and it's super not working because he's using it as their fight. You don't get in a snappy comeback about "oh so you want to move on"

Dean looks extremely murderously done with all this because How Dare etc

"For me"

God damn puppy dog eyes.

awww Jack's watching The Clone Wars. Because he is a wee new baby and this is his star wars generation I guess.

mittensmorgul pffft. (I have never seen Clone Wars so I have no idea what that even means)

elizabethrobertajones It's the adventures *drum roll* of Darth Vader when he was still Anakin, before he went evil Ashoka or however you spell it is his Padawan

mittensmorgul aahhh

elizabethrobertajones Jack's identifying with her and not with the pre-evil but still getting the Imperial March music layered over his bad decisions Anakin the entire show is 10000 episodes just an endless "we can't make him go evil because that happens in the movie but we can tease basically everything up to that" stuff

mittensmorgul At least he's iffy about Anakin...

elizabethrobertajones yeah good choice, basically it's also brand new he found the non-dinosaur version of Star Wars of the previous generation :P and it's less political than the prequels I think The Clone Wars is generally well-liked whereas nerd rage dictates the Prequels are the Worst and I guess it's Too Soon to get into the newer Star Wars films since we don't know how the arcs of the new kids pay off

[side note: I haven't watched it per se because there's tons of it but I've been in the same room as my brother watching it, and seen a lot of pop culture general knowledge that I've sponged up so I could be wrong about some little details as I mostly know how it's been described to me]

Also Jack's identifying with the female character, because fuck off toxic masculinity, she seems awesome and he has no idea he isn't “”supposed”” to. She also is one of the aliens with the huge tentacle things on her head so idk if it's a good idea for him to get too into this without meeting more of the general population - Sam's probably right

Uhoh, Jack kinda does a snarky eyebrow about "you're the good guys" - Did Sam fail to sell it or is Jack really just starting to have trust issues now he's watching TV with black or white morality (literally a dark side and a light side - hrm.) and given his experience of the Winchesters yelling their very shades of grey takes on him at each other

Well he hasn't learned to be cagey about overhearing that

*blink blink blink* *sigh*

"You're *using* me"

Oh no, poor Jack :(

He also implicitly trusts Dean's judgement more than Sam's bonding, despite how Sam has made all the movements towards him. As people have been meta'ing, Dean's being extremely honest and Jack's setting his markers by that, even if it's horrific to the point of deciding he has to be evil because Dean thinks so.

Sam says he, Dean and CAS closed the rift - hey, Cas got knocked out by Lucifer in round 1 of that as a distraction and Crowley helped you close it.

They probably have not explained Crowley to him at all.

At least Sam is being honest now about what happened with the rift, and that it's their mom

and Jack speaks the language of lost moms. Now HE looks at SAM with sympathy.

Probably also explains Dean...

I think Jack is defaulting back to thinking about Dean way more than Sam's opinion of him, although perhaps he may like Sam more now he was upfront and some of why "so uh yeah I was KINDA using you" is on the table

Jack was wearing a darker henley, which tbh with Dean wearing them again all of a sudden makes it blurry to me if this is not about his Dean-alignment more than colour coding his feelings on being evil (like how Amara's nail polish started off black and got right down to light grey by the end of the season). Now he's swapped to being the Cas Intern.

Ow.

and aww all the fake IDs. There's a lot to take in about these guys :P

Oh no Dean said "loony toons" on the episode which may or may not be an exact use of 8x08 for Cas, for Jack. Jack's a bit more of a trial run about wanting to BE a hunter since he is mostly just curious. Also amused Dean has to rephrase for Jack because he actually knows he's a week old or so, and he's not going to enjoy repeating himself or explaining, while he always found it kind of funny to just say a whole string of incomprehensible pop culture at Cas without slowing for a breath.

Not funny now, is it Dean?

Wait have they never actually fought a revenant aka, idk, it sounds like a naturally occurring zombie? They mention it from time to time but as far as I remember they've never actually called zombies revenants because they're one of the shows where they just embrace the horror movie tradition about zombies completely, so it always seemed like revenants were something slightly different, at least, in the sense that they get named like a different category. And they just lumped them in with ghosts here, as restless spirits but i guess this time *with* the body?

Dean tells Jack to sit, like he was a dog being kept in the car.

Unlike dogs he knows how to work the door handle.

Jack no don't touch the blood

oh good Dean stopped him

Aw no he's still wearing the dark henley under the tan jacket. That's awful :D

Pfft Dean's like immediately "it's a revenant" because they know what those are really well after a billion years hunting and we've never watched them ever name anything on screen a revenant before with that vocab, and they're really sticking with not crossing them over with zombies exactly...

I mean Dean said he wasn't a revenant after he got back from hell and I think they've chattered about them before

if I check this on superwiki it's way too early for there to be a spoilery "so it's not a revenant" line from later in this episode highlighted when I hit the search :P

Oh good, I'm glad I'm right.

A revenant is a visible ghost or animated corpse that returns to terrorize the living, usually people it knew in life. Unlike the zombie, a revenant is not under another person's control, and has returned from the grave on its own for a specific and often personal purpose. In 4.01 Lazarus Rising, Bobby accuses Dean of being a shapeshifter or a revenant. Dean proves he's neither by cutting himself with a silver knife. In 8.06 Southern Comfort Garth takes a call from a hunter asking how to deal with a revenant. Garth tells him to get a casket and some silver spikes, then nail it in and bury it. He also warns that getting bit will hurt like hell, but will not turn you into one.

I wonder if those were revenants in 4x07 and I only ask because it was like almost exactly an anniversary to it in OUR time :P It's still May or maybe June for them in-show

Okay Dean left Jack to dig but Sam chased after Dean rather than it being a synchronised Winchester ditching of Jack :P

Little on the nose about "You're starting to sound like dad!" :P

"Is that a bad thing" Oh Dean, no.

Fortunately the theme of this season is fathers so I suspect you're gonna have to deal with this at some point or another

Sam like "the drill sergent thing won't work on Jack" to the sound of Jack merrily digging in the background because Dean told him to

I really hope that wasn't an on-set hazing that they actually left him to dig :P

I love my smol gravedigger son

I love how Jack did all the digging anyway because Sam's still not actually dirty and Jack's still standing in the hole

Lol not a revenant, well there's a surprise. I'm glad I double-checked the lore anyway because I have the time to so I'm not going to spend the rest of the episode like "wait what IS the difference between them and zombies anyway and why have we never seen one?"

I mean it's not gonna be a ghost either, we're 9 minutes in and they're salting and burning because it makes more sense to Dean to do that than not to - I guess a precaution for accidentally angering her spirit for digging her up...?? :P I mean no he still thinks she's a ghost but I mean maybe it's not a total waste of salt.

OH NO Jack don't ask about if Kelly is a ghost, that's very painful.

OH NO I thought he was going to ask about Cas but instead Dean said "what gets burned, stays dead" and that hurts a lot

FORTUNATELY for me the viewer as opposed to Dean the grieving ball of angst over there, I can go check up on Cas immediately.

He doesn't seem to be doing too good but more in an existential way since he's at least up and walking about.

I like how Jack woke him up but it's probably got to be like a baby bird has to hatch itself.

He's using up all his "hellos" on the void. Save one for Dean.

You know if the MotW is imitating dead loved ones I have to say I am not exactly looking forward to this :P I didn't say earlier but the cold open gave me 11x13 vibes and honestly I don't want a repeat of the stress of waiting for Cas to show up for Dean but it not happening... Okay, belatedly 10 minutes in, there's a baseline expectation for the episode that that doesn’t happen. Then again I forgot to check the names at the bottom of the screen except for being happy to see Misha's there so they could spring anyone on us

Throw a real curveball in just like bring some random dead loved one from the first 3 seasons back :P

Or waste Jim Beaver's season 13 appearance on it and he's never even in the AU with Mary :P

Anyway Jack is waiting patiently in the car.

(or, well, not so patiently.. He's starting to get an idea of how the job works, and that Dean is usually repeatedly wrong about everything as he throws spaghetti at the wall about the case...)

Anyway, dead son, dead wife, so that's quite a neutral combination.

Asking what they had in common probably means the grief counsellor, but Dean says that and then we go back to Cas right when I've been musing on the loved ones coming back for them thing and honestly it's like Dean's words are just summoning Cas right now.

....... 8x08 used flashbacks to summon Amelia for Sam, just saying

I hope Cas finds Billie and hopefully a bar immediately and they can become drinking buddies.

I don't even think she's in this one?

I like those assertive footsteps though. "I have no clue where I am, I am just going to walk in this direction like I mean it"

Lol they're in Madison i was KIDDING about bringing back a dead loved one from like season 2 or something. Oh well, if it's her, it's her. I'm still bitter about Sarah because I only just re-watched it with my mum the other day.

I should probably stop bringing up Sam's dead or lost girlfriends because it's just bumming me out on his behalf.

Teehee "he's not our intern"

well

"I asked you to keep an eye on him" "I can see him"

It's amazing Dean didn't volunteer just to get away from Jack

Sort of weird existing in a post That Declaration world where I can just canonically know Dean staring at Jack is making him think sad things about Cas without any fear whatsoever

Oh boy killer grief counsellor probably. "Mia is promising to provide the catharsis I've been craving for so long" and then she gets ripped to shreds by her son.

I feel a little bad reading this woman's diary, but the first line is about not "getting over" it and learning to live with it. Blah blah heal and rebuild yourself, blah blah whole again but never the same

"Shrinks... Snake oil for the mind." "Or how healthy people deal" Pfft

Jack being baffled by the issues of customer vs hot dog guy without understanding it's an ancient war fought across the world

Dean equates "catharsis" to "happy ending" - I can't tell if he's innuendo-ing or accidentally revealing too much and being mournful about it.

The house has a great fence - its parts are all misaligned. Very visually uncomfortable :D

Awww someone said "hello" to Jack and Jack was like !!!!! another person!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELLO! :D :D :D

how can you possibly think he's bad

Anyway I was about to type that Dean hates it because of course he feels the most vulnerable talking about his feelings all the time, either for performing Dean reasons about needing to keep up a facade of strength (LET YOURSELF CRY, MAN) or because feelings for Cas being inconvenient to him

UHoh Dean grabbed Jack's shoulder - he did it to Mick to be threatening last year in a Glynn episode, while Mick was wearing a long tan coat. And called Jack "Spock" which is not really accurate characterisation at all. Jack's pretty much nothing but a bundle of emotions, he's just not used to using them around other people. Now CAS on the other hand.....

I do like that Mia decided to see them because Jack is sweet and was upfront about losing his mother and he's just adorable.

They bluff their way in by losing a collective mother, Sam once again lining them up as family and siblings.

Play it cool, man. You’ll scare Jack off.

I'm starting to think we haven't seen Cas between scenes for a while because Dean hasn't said anything angsty enough

But idk if we trust her or not. She has a lot of alcohol stashed on that shelf.

Jack wisely doesn't sit on the sofa with them all.

"Oh well Mom was great and now she's dead so what's the deal with catharsis" Dean, no.

Sam continues with what should be the pre-arranged plan of spill closed truths like well we don't journal but our dad did

also I am so annoyed that confirms they don't keep hunter journals??? grarghgh

Google has ruined this generation

And Dean makes fun of journaling as being for little girls, even though Sam literally just said that about John. Last year in 12x04 he said he was a 13 year old girl when trying to text Mary so he's actually regressed even further backwards at losing her again >.>

"I'm good with death, closure, the whole friggin bottle of Jack"

it's a shame he would never put a bumper sticker on Baby, because that...

Oh boy we're still having this fight. "My brother's delusional..." yeah oh dear.

Is this going to be one of those things where I basically just want to transcribe the whole thing?

Dean calls out Sam for not being able to even admit that Mary's gone so he hasn't even moved past denial - which to be fair, Sam IS right she's not dead and that they DO have a means of getting her back and everything... Was thinking about how last season was a "Dean is right about everything" season and this time is clearly a Sam is right about everything one... but of course both only to a certain degree, and in this case it's much blurrier about approach and how these fights are going because of course Sam's not being a perfect Saint Sammy that Dean is being unfairly awful to in the entirety of what's going on here. Sam IS struggling and resisting confronting things in his own way and adopting Jack as a pet project is definitely a form of avoidance or at least wanting to get concrete closure on Mary's death before he will fully mourn. Which makes Sam and Dean existing in the same place terrible because they're only in the same physical location

anyway Dean's about to yell about how hard this all is for him too so I better unpause once I'm holding a stuffed toy again

"At least you had a relationship with mom" WAHEY

I mean that was awful but I'm delighted Sam yelled that because there's ALWAYS something else going on underneath Sam, and I've been waiting for more Sam and Mary angst, since I spent so much time on them last season and at least obliquely referred to this... Talked a lot about how hard Sam had it to reconnect with Mary... That Words with Friends scene from 12x07 was basically floating along waiting to come back up at some point or another, but it took Sam a long time to reach out to Mary personally, and really only in 12x14 (hi Berens, I just accept you and Glynn are brain twins these days) did he pick a side in THAT fight and picked Mary. And we said it was to get closer to Mary but he made it all about the BMoL instead of just confronting that he wanted a relationship with her, and the BMoL ended up just keeping them apart ANYWAY and tl;dr am I going to have to write the reverse version of A World Without Monsters from Sam's POV or can we just agree that my subtext in that fic was exactly what just bubbled up here? :P

I just spent the entire length of that paragraph trying to work out when I wrote the meta about how Sam felt about Mary and it took me until that last point to realise it was not a meta, it was a fic where I roundly abused poor Sam for the sake of making that point.

Dean's like hey therapy is great! *eyebrows at Jack* *snarky smile at the doc*

Sam is like *anger-drinks water*

*refuses to cry as well*

BLOOD

(CRY, DAMMIT, SAM.)

That sign was down earlier

is this the poor receptionist?

Or... ew, shifter gunk?

LOL Dean just takes a flask out of his pocket in the middle of their appointment

Mia asks him to look at Jack, which is the last thing he wants to do, but blah blah meta about 12x22 and how he needs to "see" Jack, and she's pointing out that Jack is terrified which is exactly what Dean needs to see about him

subtle

She actually points out his anger issues as well so I think Dean's getting homework whether he has to write it in a journal or not :P

*suddenly everyone is pointing guns*

Hey if she's a a shapeshifter why does she live in an all-white house when shifting makes bloody goo stains everywhere?

Or her assistant, I guess. They haven't had eyes on him :P

Ooh that explains why the guy was not surprised to see his wife. Well, kind of surprised, but not nearly horrified enough.

Sadly if she is telling the truth that means someone else is using her method to get their guard down to kill them for kicks...

Also shades of 9x13 because they had that spa where the monster would use their unique skills to help, but then of course another of their kind - a sibling - had to go and ruin it...

Oh hey, it's Cas! I guess the time ran out on a good transition from Dean, so we go over here on "I'm telling you the truth"

Lol it's another Cas... Who ever would have expected it. /Misha being the worst at spoilers

Or something with a very silly voice. "Friendly neighbourhood cosmic entity" that sounds like that and won't show its face is either someone pranking Cas or about to go very bad.

Cas is like "do I look like that" "I'm getting a new coat as soon as I'm alive again"

if this thing is The Empty itself it's probably kinda crazy after eons being nothing

Oh NO Cas's face when he says "every angel that ever died is here?" because oh boy did you put like 90% of them in here yourself. There's about 3 faces you'd be happy to see again of the entire lot. Hey, it's never too late to give Cas that guilt all over again that made him stay in Purgatory out of penance.

I mean among other things but it's probably worth mentioning there are a whole bunch of lil purgatory parallels here in the loosest sense of it being a hostile other realm, and the way Cas is basically Dean in Purgatory in here.

Cas has been back for like 5 minutes of screen time and I want to protect him and wrap him in blankets

there's no need to be mean, The Empty, just because you got woken up... I say... at nearly 4am... because I woke up when I didn't want to...

you know what, The Empty's being mean to Cas probably kind of justifiably, even if it's a dick.

pretty clever to use a shifter as the motw in this episode too

oh, poor Cas is horrified to think Sam and Dean made some sort of deal for him

he says "I don't know" which is ironically what Jack's saying all the time

like father like son

LEAVE HIM ALONE

last episode we had James keeping memories of Missouri, who he had cut out of his life, in a box. Now Mia has a box still dedicated to "Buddy" her asshole ex who hurt her, and good on her for leaving him. He's another shifter, we're halfway through the episode, so we probably need to find him now, and also have a good 10 minutes more of whatever's going on with Cas. :P

She also owns up to have done much worse things in her past with Buddy, although presumably not killing people, and probably because they were super toxic together, and she had the sense to get out and try and help people now.

Jack said "I'll come with" which is adorable. He's learning to be like them :D

Wheeeee he's riding shotgun! Guess Dean couldn't make him stay in the back without Sam around.

Sam's plan's don't always work out :< Oh no, Dean, you still don't have much faith in Sam's ability to handle himself.

Fortunately this does seem to be a mostly Sam is right season, and I think of all the overwhelming reasons why you don't trust Jack, not trusting Sam to trust Jack is probably relatively low on the list underneath the Cas stuff or you'd have just yelled that at Sam the other day instead.

Uh, why do I feel like the shifter just phoned Sam and somewhere between here and there something went really wrong?

Oh god I'm going to have to watch the face peeling scene with my own two eyes at 4 in the morning, aren't I?

Meanwhile Mia explains why her catharsis works to Sam - I hope he doesn't sneak back at the end of the episode for a chat with "Mary" because that would be AWFUL.

Oh it was that other guy - wait, also, Sam was already doing this before Dean phoned? Seems like he doesn't trust Dean's methods either :P

CAAAAAAAAAS

I love how Cas is so practical like, "will you pay me $200 to stop annoying you and go away?"

UHOH guess we're getting right into it. "You don't want to go back" "Sam and Dean need me" You don't want to be needed, you want to be wanted!

Wheeee text on that and also wheee over on the other side of the story last week Dean finally made the i/we distinction about Cas. Now we just need to get them alive and well and actually dealing with crap

oh boy I shouldn't have paused there except that i suppose for the sake of meta-ing remotely clearly it was probably a good idea not to watch straight through from that into the empty accusing Cas of having feeeeelings and "I know *what* you hate, I know *who* you love, what you fear." especially since Cas hates being needed but not wanted and uh Dean made the i/we distinction at long last over on the other side of the story so um does Cas fear something related to all that?

I mean to be fair Cas has been through this exact thing before with "he's in love... with humanity" / "all of it for one man" which was an "i/we" distinction of planetary proportions :P Of course he just mutely responded to it there because he was sad Dean was dead, and had no idea Metatron had accused him of being in love in any form, so that was Metatron's private joke to himself.

The Empty telling Cas there's "nothing for him back there" also makes like next to no sense if you take season 12's family read at surface value and has the bonus of being, I'm pretty sure, a line Elrond tells Arwen in the movie when he's trying to make her leave Aragorn and go across the waters to the undying lands.

I know they're just starting with it in a long selection of terrible things that happened to Cas but starting with his grace being stolen really sucks :P

Especially when I am still daily haunted by his season 9 arc.

See above: Metatron and "in love with humanity"

More miscommunication of the "didn't bother to call you" variety (I hope this doesn't blow up in Sam's face, although of course trying to nurture Jack is slow mo doing that, especially if he and Dean are meant to swap stances on the kid >.>)

The intern pulls Mia aside for a chat.

OH NO Jack wants to see his mom. OH NO OH NO

I will be so upset if that happens...

Oh nooooooo

he's crying.

Who can say no?

This is extremely awful.

I guess Glynn didn't want to let Kelly go like that. I'm glad if Mia was going to do this for anyone it would be for Jack and not Sam and Dean's cycles of nonsense.

I REALLY hope the bad shifter doesn't burst in here and try to/actually kill Mia right now. Jack doesn't need that in his life.

In the mean time, Mia better friggin HUG Jack even if it's technically hollow and he would know it.

Also did she do the whole disgusting skin thing or can she transform on the spot?

HUGS FOR THE NOUGAT BOY

They look so much alike :')

Oh no Jack you probably don't feel anything because they made you horribly depressed within 2 days. Also you have angel grace. Historically not good for helping you feel things. You're sweet and cry about your mom and feel bad about stuff in other ways so I think you have a heart no matter what, like Cas does.

Mia gets some catharsis from getting to hug Jack and reassure him that even if he's a monster and what makes him in-human isn't letting him emote how he's supposed to, he can still be good. She's got a monster soul, after all. There's a lot of good monsters out there.

I was about to say lol is this now Sam not on the phone because he actually is a shifter now mostly to tease past!Me but then they panned down and Dean's unconscious, which makes sense because they probably still want to show us Dean tearing his own face off at some point and honestly I'd rather just get it over and done with because if it's still to come after this D:

"that was too friggin easy" though - Dean getting overwhelmed in another fight. He's really not had a great rate of success... He only beat the wraith last episode with Patience's warnings, and other than that it's been a terrible track record even if he fights back as hard as he can when he gets jumped

shifter!Dean2 better not go in and try and kill Jack

Not gonna have much luck, I just don't want to watch it :P

MORE HUGS FOR JACK

WAIT NO YOU CAN'T HUG HIM AND THEN HAVE HIM KNOCKED OUT IN THE SAME SCENE

I TYPE NOT LOOKING AT THE SCREEN BECAUSE DEAN'S RIPPING HIS FACE OFF

Shifters are gross

Oh no don't call Cas a disappointment, The Empty, we're so proud of him!

He just told him to "save yourself" which is probably going to have the direct opposite result to what he wants while I'd hope Cas goes and does exactly that

"I'm already saved" blah blah Cas insults The Empty and I love him, "because somehow I'm awake, and I'll stay awake" - exactly how many times can I use "i love him" as punctuation in one sentence?

Where is that gif of the woman banging the pots and pans about not getting any sleep so they're not getting any sleep

that's something I ought to have saved :P

Someone almost certainly has made a post already.

Cas is the literal embodiment of "fight me"

This Buddy guy is a total douche. He says in this world everyone uses everyone. Which is a theme of the season I guess - Cas feeling used, Jack feeling used... He's the villain with the most negative version of the theme in his mouth right now

Dean's got to pep talk Jack if he wants to save the day or Jack goes and saves the daaay - I'd prefer Jack does it

Look, Mia's getting hurt and she was kind to you and in the most literal use of character mirroring in 1000 miles is an actual stand in for your mom!

Ooh is Jack gonna save Sam instead? Dean just pep-talked him specifically about how Sam believed in him which was having to start to admit that Sam, well, believes in Jack. Which Dean couldn't even accept last episode when he was saying that he was just using Jack

Yay thanks Jack, kinda figured Sam wouldn't get shot :P Jack's powers are fascinating - he's definitely bending time... from Sam and Dean's perspectives last time they were caught in it they were at least sort of aware of things, but Jack pretty much works in bullet time.

I also like how he kind of had a ridiculous "NooooO" because he's been watching Star Wars. I don't know if there's a "Nooooo" in the Clone Wars but I mean have you met a Star Wars

Anyway good riddance douchey ex with extra douchey powers.

I love the shot of them all standing together and Jack has that benign :3 face on again. He's really insufferably cute.

Ewww the Bunker sink is gross. I assume that's from decades of lying in disrepair and that those are stains Dean could not get out.

I guess Jack's getting a glass of water and Dean's midnight snacking. I have no other explanation for this encounter despite the fact it could theoretically happen at literally any point of the clock :P

Oh gosh, is he going to give Jack a beer

Yay, actions helped

Aw, the other beer is for Sam. Guess this doesn't have to be midnight after all. I thought he might have a longer chat with Jack

oops is this the beginning of the slide in the other direction? Sam's been undermined and even though he was proven right to Dean's eyes and Dean's had to grudgingly hand Jack the win in the case and admit it to Sam, Sam's like, "I guess"

And they don't know what Jack asked for from Mia because patient confidentiality! Argh!

Oh no Sam don't start wondering if Dean is right.

AAAH they're actually talking about things really well. Dean's like "don't say that" - even if he can't believe it he doesn't want to HURT Sam and rob him of his hope... Sometimes yelling about things does make them get better in the long run once you get it out there >.>

And Dean deputises to Sam for the feelings. And admits how HE has been feeling, because he believes in nothing, because all his faith has been taken away because there was only one thing he ever ended up believing in no i didn't see the next scene transition before i hit pause what are you talking about

Again, though, if this is Cas back in the mortal plane after annoying his way back to life (worrisome, since he's 2 episodes out of reuniting with them and where's Billie? Oh gosh is Billie back for reals too if he IS back? Whaaaat.) then that's another awfully convenient moment to transition scenes from. Dean finally using "i" instead of "we" about Cas and making it abundantly clear that he and sam didn't feel the same about that, was, whether the direct reason or just narrative karma they chose to bestow on Dean, what made Jack reach out to Cas. Now he admits out loud that he doesn't believe in anything with the implication when you look at Dean vs belief that this is about Cas, and we go over to Cas definitely at least in an improved situation.

Goddammit that's the new coat which means he didn't come back naked but wait! Lizzy's hope wasn't the same as everyone else's at all! Although that was a shallow moment of defeat :P Mwa ha ha, I was hoping Cas would come back and be gifted a whole new Cas get up and lo and behold unless he chose to manifest these clothes onto himself and there's noooo ulterior motive at all going on here (uh... probably not going to get more than 1 per show and we used it up on Mary :P) but he's confused and waking up and the last time we saw him he was in the clothes he died in... So of course if he's being sent back to earth then someone else chose the battle armour he'd be returned in. One Cas, fit for purpose.

Also, realising once he sat up more it was the new coat makes me pretty sure he is back on Earth.

Also he looks happy to be here and I think he can tell :P

Same, Cas. Same.

#13x04 #my stuff #season 13 spoilers #in which I am awake at 5:30am and the Empty is probably pissed at me

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Identity Pt 6 (Extra Scene)

Part (6) of Identity, the next arc of Doc's Misadventures! If you're new, start at the beginning with Touch Starved!

There are two people in particular to blame for this chapter. You know who are are, and I love you for it.

Warnings: Big emotions in this - rage, guilt, blame, and the like. There do be a bit of fighting, but it's not gory. Brief description of water torture. Profanity

WC: 2,032

No one moved, breath nearly trapped in their chests as they watched the pair steadily make their way out of the hanger. Crosshair noted the stiffness in her movements, the slight hitch in her step, and his teeth ground at the certainty that her shoulder was only a small part of what she’d suffered.

“What the kriff did you do?!” He snarled at the group of regs still staring toward the now empty hallway. He’d half-expected Hunter or Echo to growl some half-hearted warning for him to back down, but they seemed just as eager for answers as he was, and the unspoken permission that granted him, the justification in loosing his rage on the remaining members of the 104th left him near shaking, face twisted with the full display of his fury.

“We followed our orders; just like she did… Things just… got complicated.” The one with the double oval on his forehead replied, and the dejection in his voice only worsened Crosshair’s anger.

“The hell does that mean?” His voice ground between gritted teeth, body innately taking a half-step forward.

“It means there were unforeseen circumstances that caused problems, and that you lot aren’t cleared to know anything more.” The clone bearing a wolf-head emblem said, not shying from the very real threat in the sniper’s posture as he tread forward to place himself pointedly between his men and the enraged squad before him.

“I don’t give a Sith’s tit about your mission. The kriff happened to her, and why didn’t any of you stop it?!” He spat, shoulders pulling back as he towered over the Sergent.

“No time.” Another reg replied gruffly from behind the telltale helm of a pilot. “When everythin’ went down, we were all too far away to do anything, an’ they had her whisked off to the other side of planet before we could reach her.”

“She was alone?!” Echo nearly shouted from behind him. Crosshair didn’t question Hunter’s silence thus far, assured that his brother was listening, calculating; that he could smell the cocktail of adrenaline filling each of them and was comparing their heart rates, their body language, the tension in their every taut muscle to figure out just how far they could be pushed before snapping, how much information they might glean from tongues loosened by shame and guilt.

“There wasn’t supposed to be any combat where she was.” The last one sighed, his head dropping toward his chest.

“Can’t help but notice not one of you has a damn scratch, so how’d she end up like that in a non-combat zone with you lot still looking like damn shinies?!” Cross shot back, disdain dripping from every word.

“That’s enough!” The pilot barked, moving stiffly forward to stand beside his brother. “Think you’re something special? That you’re all high and mighty just ‘cause you’ve got some damn crush? Well, how ‘bout we compare how many times she’s been hurt working with you than with us?!”

He nearly ignored the subtle shift of Hunter’s hand signaling him to back off, but caught himself mere heartbeats before throwing himself forward, fists clenched hard enough to shake.

“If you’re referring to combat ops, given the general nature of your missions, which tend toward community outreach and long-distance support, in addition to the fact that her most grievous injuries were caused directly by your commander’s intentional actions, statistically speaking, that comparison wouldn’t do much to support your argument.” The subtle note of annoyance in Tech’s retort was just enough to draw a huff of something too dark to be likened to laughter from Crosshair.

“Still haven’t given a reason why she was alone.” Wrecker’s voice was quiet, and that alone left Crosshair leaning slightly to the side lest he find himself between them should the massive clone decide he was done listening. “She’s a medic – can’t really do that if she’s not with you.”

“She wasn’t there as a medic.” The first reg explained wearily.

“Then why was she there? Why pull her from our unit at all?” Hunter asked, carefully masking his own anger with a feigned gentleness.

“Comet.” The Sergent called, helm shifting to stare pointedly at his brother. The silence that followed that warning only sought to fuel Crosshair’s ire while worsening the 104th’s collective remorse.

“We needed someone who could blend in with the Separatists.”

“Boost!”

The man who’d spoken drew a sharp breath at the reprimand in his brother’s tone, head snapping up to stare him down as he wrenched his helmet free.

“No! Dammit, Sinker, they should know what happened! You think needing to keep it a secret is going to do her any good?! Hell, that one’s clearly read plenty of our old mission briefs already!” Boost roared, hand snapping toward Tech. “Why the hell wouldn’t he read this one? The only difference between us telling them now and him reading about it later is how much time they’ll have to get their shebs ready to help her when she’s back.”

Despite his lingering urge to lash out, Crosshair found himself both quieted and unnerved anew at the man’s words, torn between wanting to berate them for their carelessness and appreciating Boost’s argument.

“I know…” Sinker replied, voice nearly breaking beneath the weight of remorse threatening to overwhelm him, “but that’s not our call to make.” Comet and the other one, the pilot, had both turned their attention from Crosshair and their brothers, as though waiting to see who’d cede first that they might be granted permission to speak freely.

“Then you go right ahead and report me, Sergent.” Boost spat.

“Our contact chose the location.” Sinker’s shoulders fell at Comet’s quiet whisper, but he offered no further dispute. “It was a gathering for high-ranking Separatists. The plan was her to get in, get a datachip, and monitor security while we broke into the gala’s database to get more info… get a little something extra for the effort. Apparently, our contact had ulterior motives, too. He planted a bomb. She got caught in the blast, and then she was blamed for it.”

Air hissed through Crosshair’s teeth; dread twisted through his chest at the knowledge of what a Separatist interrogation entailed.

“We got to her as quick as we could.” The pilot continued, arms crossing over his chest at the guilt clearly sown through his own words. “Beat up some guards, tracked all the outbound ships… finally had to hunt down the damn contact himself to figure out where they took her.” He didn’t need to look back to know his brothers stood as stiff as he did, waiting for that final blow of what exactly had happened.

“They had her for about eight hours.” Resigned, Sinker finally turned back to face him, movements weary as he also reached up to remove his helmet, and Cross couldn’t help but be slightly surprised to find that the man shared his silver hair color, a fact that instantly annoyed him further, but he held his tongue as he waited for the reg to continue. “We know she was unconscious most of that time, but when she woke up…”

“Enough with all the kriffin’ stalling. Just tell us wha’ happened.” Wrecker growled impatiently.

“She was drowned.” Comet stated bluntly, and Crosshair’s blood went cold. “They drowned her, brought her back, and waterboarded her trying to find out who was behind the explosion.”

He could feel his heart racing, felt his breath quicken, every thought screaming at him to fight, to forgo all fear of reprimand or consequence for the relief of even a moment’s outburst, because that was something he knew. He knew how to deal with the pain of raw knuckles and split lips. He knew the taste of disappointment his brothers would harbor in the aftermath of his rashness. He knew the sting of defeat and the empty pride of victory, and, in that moment, held no preference for either. He merely needed the distraction; that familiarity, because the ache in his chest, the way it threatened to cripple him and rend him into a frenzy too overcome with grief and guilt to think straight was something he didn’t know how to deal with, and that terrified him.

“I assume she’s been given appropriate treatment to prevent lung infections?” The emptiness in Tech’s voice robbed Crosshair of that lingering rage to which he’d been clinging, leaving him cold and void of the will to drag himself back to the forefront of a confrontation that no longer promised anything of the respite he’d longed for.

“Yeah.” Boost answered quietly. “She also has a burn on her calf… wrists and ankles got torn up from fighting the restraints… pretty sure that’s how she dislocated her shoulder, too. We got it all cleaned and bandaged, but… just keep an eye on it.” There. That last comment was all it took to rekindle his anger, and he grasped it like the fleeting lifeline it was.

“Think it’s pretty clear we don’t need your advice on how to keep her safe.” He drawled, head tilting just enough to portray the depth of his contempt.

“That’s it.” The pilot growled, throwing himself forward without further thought or warning. In that split second before they collided, Crosshair felt the very edge of his lips twitch up into a broken smile born of relief and ruined by a guilt he’d deal with later.

In an instant, everyone was shouting, and he thrived in that moment of chaos as the man’s fist crashed into his jaw. Already, several hands were grabbing for him, straining to wrench him back, but not before he landed his own strike, knee plowing into his stomach with enough force to wrench the air from his lungs despite the plates of heavy armor. Crosshair just managed a final punch to his assailant’s head before Wrecker forced himself between them, iron grip locked around the reg’s shoulder in a threat even the haughty pilot couldn’t feign ignorance to.

In the brief fray, he’d failed to notice the split second of distraction tear Hunter’s attention away from them, but he instantly froze as his brother hauled him near enough to whisper harshly into his ear.

“Cody commed me. It’s Doc.” Already, Hunter was pulling away from him, torn between ending the fight and answering the summons. “Don’t make things worse.” He added with a snarl forced into barely audible growl. Expression faltering into horrified dread, Cross merely nodded. Hunter didn’t hesitate before turning and dashing from the hanger, and then all Crosshair could hear was the heaviness of his own breathing, the way his heart pounded in chest beneath that rush of emotions resurging mercilessly in the wake of his vain attempt to escape them.

He glanced back to find his brothers studying him carefully, confusion clear in their eyes as they waited for some explanation, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak, not when the other squad stood watching him with that same attentiveness. Without a word, he merely nodded toward the hallway leading to their temporary bunkroom, sparing not so much as a glare back to the men he still sought to blame for all of this; for calling her away, for letting her get hurt, for reminding him just how easily he might lose her because of this Force-forsaken war.

He didn’t listen to the hushed voices of the 104th as he began walking away; barely let himself note the sets of footsteps voicing his own squad belatedly falling in line behind him. He couldn’t think beyond the fruitless need to know why Cody had called Hunter, what had happened in the debrief; mind demanding he find some means to force his way into that kriffing office in his brother’s stead, and his rage grew at the knowledge that there wasn’t a damn thing he could do but wait. All his training as a sniper, years of drilling the importance of patience into him, of forming that patience into a weapon honed to perfection; it was all useless against this, and he couldn’t keep himself from slamming his fist into the wall in a final fit of frustration as they neared the still foreign barracks.

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Hello!! You down for some angst?? What would the bad batch guys do if their s/o got kicked out of the order? Because of them? Or something else?? 😭

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warnings: angst, angst and angst. Mentions of established relationships and possible endings to those relationships. Not proofread (what a surprise)

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Echo

“How come you’re packing up your things cyare? I thought you didn’t need to go back to the Temple for another fortnight?”

When you turned round to face him, your features showed nothing but distress which gave Echo’s heart a tender ache. He knew something was definitely wrong. “What is it?”

“They know.”

The Clone blinks at you, a little lost. Before he could even ask who you meant, you cut him off.

“The Jedi Council have found sources of our relationship and are sending me to trial where I will have my title and rank taken from me.”

His heart is racing now, panic settling in. He knew what the Order meant to you and he felt completely foolish for thinking the two of you could get away with a secret relationship. “Will they question me? I-I could claim all of it to be false.”

“It’s too late for that.” You sigh, heart heavy and you felt lost for the first time in a while. “I should go my love but I must tell you this:”

Trying to ignore the stinging in your eyes as you walked past him for the last time, bag slung over your shoulder. “This may mean the end for us. Of us.”

He stills, eyes wide and despair resides in his eyes. But, he is a soldier and you are a Jedi. He knew the rules and yet both of you broke them. “If it is, just know I have loved you every second of every day we’ve been together. And I will once we’re apart.”

Hunter

The pair of you walk in silence, a sense of dread, anger and confusion hanging in the air.

When you received the message to come back to Coruscant with immediate effect you had prepared yourself for a new mission or maybe you had finally been assigned a padawan but when you also heard that the Sergent of Clone Force 99 was to come with, you knew in your gut what it was.

They had displayed an image of yourself and Hunter in a deep embrace. What had happened in regards to that image was you all had took down a heavy Separatist threat and neither of you thought you would get out alive. But when you did and in a moment of euphoria, he had grabbed you and gave you the most tender, best kisses you were ever graced with. Unfortunately, cameras had picked up on moving activity and thus you were removed from the Order.

“General, I…” He finally speaks up but his words fail him. He hears the unsettling beating of your heart and can taste the salt of your tears that fell down your cheek as you walked on ahead. He hangs back, giving you the time you needed whilst cursing at himself all the same.

The two of you were not even a couple. It was just a rash choice of actions that flew into his brain when he got you and him to safety. He thought highly of you and just had to kiss you. A foolish error indeed. Though, you had reciprocated.

Finally, you stop walking and turn to face him and he halts, watching you with worrisome eyes. “I need space to think of what to do from here. I shall pack my belongings and leave the Marauder at sundown. I hope-.” You cut yourself short and decide to say no more but deep in his gut, he knew what words or so wished the words to be are: I hope we meet again.

Wrecker

One minute he’s laughing and is happier than ever and then the next, he’s almost crying at your feet and finding it hard to breathe.

“Mesh’la, I-I’m so sorry it just slipped out. I was bragging and I said stuff I didn’t mean to.”

“Wrecker, you told around twenty different Clones that you and me were together! You don’t even like half of them so why would you do that?” You’re pacing the Havoc, hands tugging at your hair as you replay Master Yoda’s words over and over again in your head. Sacrificed the life of the Jedi, you have. Gone from the Order, you are.

Any second you felt like you were about to be sick. You sacrificed everything. You trained for years and years to be who you were and falling in love with Wrecker, a beautiful man with a heart so tender but mouth so damn big he ruined it all.

“Please don’t leave.”

You finally turn to him and your heart shatters at the sight of his big ears filled with tears. The regret is evident on his face. “I have no choice. I’m no Jedi so there’s no need for me to remain on the ship with you all.” You whisper softly, the words hurting you as you spoke them. “I can’t risk having you be penalised for still being with me.”

He can’t believe what he’s hearing but if this was going to be the last time he saw you for a while, damn it all. He crosses over to you and wraps you up in his arms, kissing and whispering words of love to you. This is going to hurt.

Tech

“Tech, can you stop?”

The Clone pauses his ramblings about a new sentient plant he discovered on one of the planets you all just visited and turns to you.

You’re sat on your bunk, datapad and wiggle it in your grasp. “There’s something you should see.”

For a second he is silent, plucking the device from your grasp and reads its contents. With every word, you saw his demeanour change. “That… is not good.”

Looking down at your boots as if they’re the most interesting thing, your mind reels back to how foolish you and Tech had been. Never had you loved and adored someone as much as him and even as you tried to hide it from the Jedi Order, it managed to get out.

“It looks like I’ve overstayed my welcome here.” Your tone is icy and there’s a sad look in your eyes as you finally look up at Tech.

“Perhaps I could decipher the intel, all it takes is time and application. I could even hack into systems and announce that the information is false and-.”

Your shaking your head, sucking in a deep breath as your hands find their way to your face and you palms gently dig against your eyelids. “It’s over Tech.”

His rambling stops and then there’s a clang of your datapad falling to the floor. He’s in shock, confusion as to why you would give your relationship up with him so quickly. His mind is working a mile a minute of any other solution. “O-over?”

A sob wrecks through your body, your calming mind of the Jedi mind failing you. “What else can we do? I have sacrificed my whole life to be with you and we were both so careless a-and foolish that we got caught. I have nothing.”

“Me. You have me.” He drops to his knees in front of you, holding back his own burning new sensation of emotions. “Please do not fret. We can pull through this, this is just a temporary predicament.” He tries to reassure you both but as your arms wrap around him and holding him close as tears soak his shoulder, he had a horrible feeling he won’t be seeing you for a long while. Either way, battling through any star and solar system, he will find a way to be with you again.

Crosshair

“What does this mean for us?”

To say Crosshair had incredible eyes seemed to be the biggest irony of the century.

He had pinned you against a wall after a mission, a job well done and was leaving soft kisses along your face and neck when you asked him if he was certain was nobody around. He said he had scoped the area and that ‘nothing gets past him’ but when you’re humiliatingly pushed out of the Order as someone snapped a photo of you both, your lives crashed.

“I don’t know but clearly I can’t stay on mission with you guys. It’s not allowed.”

“Why would it not be allowed? You’re just a civilian to them now. It’s not like we adhere to anyone anyway. We do a mission, we get paid and that’s that. It would make no difference.” He protests, voice irate but it comes from a passionate and hurting place.

There’s conflict and confusion in your mind, sinking against the wall of the ship until you can bring your knees to your chest. “I don’t know Cross… you could get in a lot of trouble because they’ll still think we’re together.”

“I don’t care.”

“Well I do!” You hiss through gritted teeth, not wanting the others to hear the commotion in the cockpit. Resting a hand against your head as if it would soothe your aching brain.

Crosshair stares down at you, gnawing harshly at his toothpick that he was certain to get splinters. He felt bad and was angry at the Jedi for doing this to you. The two of you sat in silence until Crosshair shuffles beside you and drapes an arm around your shoulder. “I’m sorry for not being careful.” He mutters, knowing it was probably his fault this happened but you couldn’t let him take all the blame because you should’ve sensed if someone was nearby too. Maybe that’s what they mean when ‘love makes you blind’.

You both had a tough choice to make.

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