A fic where the 501st Loses Their Shit when they find out about foxma (they see him and fox doing Stuff after they follow dogma when he disappears off to who knows where;) and collectively go ‘dogma fucks???)
(Oh hell yeah. I had a lot of fun with this prompt, so thank you for requesting it!)
“Rex,” Fives asks. He’s always been the first one to drop the ‘sir’ when they’re off duty. “Didn’t you notice something weird?”
“What do you mean?” Rex can’t say that he has, but he trusts Fives’ judgment. Is there something they should be looking for? A potential threat?
“Oh! Are you telling the Captain too?” Jesse chimes in. Oh, so this isn’t anything new then?
“Yup, telling him too. So, Rex, do you happen to know where Dogma karks off when we’re on leave?”
That’s something Rex has never noticed, but it’s true: by the time they arrive at Coruscant, Dogma always suddenly disappears, only to reappear right before departing. At first Rex simply thought that he’d find somewhere to spend time on his own - even though he’s opened up quite a bit he’s still a pretty solitary type - but he’s starting to believe there’s something more behind it.
“You got any clue?” he asks then, now curious.
“We had a lead…” Fives begins, “But Tup refuses to spill anything.”
Ah, he should’ve guessed it. Tup and Dogma are batchmates, so of course he would’ve known something about it, and of course he would’ve also kept Dogma’s secret.
“Do you think he’s gotten himself into something dangerous?”
Dogma doesn’t seem the type to do something like this, but one can never be entirely sure. After all, there are plenty of people who would take advantage of a clone without feeling any remorse at all.
Still, is it right for them to intrude in Dogma’s private life? They already get close to nothing when it comes to privacy, so maybe they should just let him have this.
“We just want to make sure he’s fine,” Fives says, clearing Rex’s doubts. Clones are already protective of each other by nature, but after Umbara this is even more true.
… He might give it a shot after all.
“Let’s establish a patrol,” Rex says then, catching the attention of all the people present. “Everybody will be assigned to a different zone. If we notice anything, we make the others know immediately, what do you say?”
“I like it,” Fives replies, and Jesse nods. “Let me go get Hardcase. He’ll surely want to be involved.”
They all gather and divide themselves among Coruscant. Let’s hope someone catches something.
“Where do you think he’ll be?” Hardcase asks. He’s already making theories, which can be dangerous knowing him.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Rex stops him before things can escalate. “For all we know, this could be a totally boring night and a waste of time.”
Deep down he hopes it’s going to be like this, because it means that Dogma’s safe and he’s not doing anything that could get him in trouble.
The night’s going pretty uneventful, which is a relief, but Rex might’ve spoken too soon.
“Target spotted.” It’s Jesse’s comm. “He’s a 79’s.”
All this worrying, and he’s just at 79’s?
They all gather at there, mindful to keep enough distance in order not to be immediately visible.
“You sure you saw him?” Hardcase asks. “You didn’t confuse someone else for him, right?”
“It was him, I’m sure of it!” Jesse replies, punching Hardcase’s arm. “He was alone, so maybe he went for some drinks?”
“Could be…” Rex says, “But we’d still better not approach the target, or else we might scare him away. Let’s wait for him here.”
It’s been so long and Dogma still hasn’t come out; did he pass out on the toilet or something?
Just as they were beginning to question the whole point of this “recon mission” here’s Dogma, finally making his exit with… is that Commander Fox?
“Kriff, did he get himself in trouble?” Hardcase asks, already trying to make his way towards them, but he’s luckily stopped by Fives.
“You di’kut! Can’t you see the way they’re walking out? Dogma’s in no trouble at all!”
Now that they observe him better, he’s leading Fox away with an arm secured around his waist in a very… lascivious way. But that can’t be the case, right? Dogma would never be able of such things!
There’s only one way to find out.
They follow them, mindful to keep their distance. It must look ridiculous for an external viewer, but they just want to make sure Dogma’s fine-- By the way he shoves Fox against the empty back alley they were traversing, beginning to kiss him with an impetuous that they didn’t know he had, he looks more than fine.
To say that it’s flabbergasting watching this scene would be too little, then Dogma grabs both of Fox’s legs, hoisting them around his waist, and that’s their cue to go before they get to see something they really shouldn’t see.
Once they’re out of harm’s way, they stop.
“Wow…” Fives mutters, breaking the silence.
“Holy shit!” Hardcase exclaims, loud as always, “Dogma fucks!”
“I can’t believe it,” Jesse comments, looking outright traumatized by this whole thing.
“C’mon boys, leave them alone,” Rex intervenes then, because now that they’ve made sure Dogma’s fine, they should truly leave him alone.
“No buts, let them do their thing. How about we go get a drink now?”
Rex can’t help but to chuckle at the other’s reaction. He still hasn’t shaken off some of the surprise himself, but he can safely say that he’s happy for Dogma: he deserves nice things, and if that means getting it on with Fox, so be it.
On the other hand, however, he could’ve really done without having to see his ori’vod like that. How is he supposed to look at him in the eyes next time they’ll have to speak to each other now?
