How You See Me Part 8 (Crosshair and Anorexic Reader)
Chapter 1:
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Chapter 6
What Are You Hiding
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Chapter 6
What Are You Hiding
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Chapter 7:
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Actions Becoming Clearer
You groaned as you woke up that morning. You didn’t feel good. If you were honest you knew it was because you weren’t eating enough. It had been three rotations since you ate. Your vision was blurry, you had a constant headache, you wanted to puke all the time, and you were struggling to keep your balance. You just didn’t care enough to stop. You wanted to be skinny, You slowly got out of bed, bracing your hand against the mattress as your vision became dark.
You took deep breaths trying to get your vision back. You slowly stood and made your way to the refresher. You could tell if your movements were lethargic and to an extent it scared you, but also you knew you were getting thinner. You allowed the water to pour over you. You soaked in its warmth. You were always cold these days. You slowly made your way to the kitchen. Frowning as you smelled food. It was too late for you to turn around as Tech spotted you. “Ah, Y/N come join us. Wreckers cooking.” You smiled sitting down next to Crosshair who immediately found your hand under the table and gave it a squeeze.
“Someone seems like she woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” He said in his usually teasing manner. You smiled tiredly as you plopped down in the seat next to him.
“Good morning to you too.” You yawned. Tech came past you and set some breakfast down in front of you. You paused for half a second before remembering to thank him. You didn’t know it, but Tech was testing something. He wanted to see if maybe in public settings he could get you to eat. You however didn’t know that. Your fingers twitched in your lap. You were going over the pancakes and that laid in front of you. You hadn’t eaten in three days, but you also hadn’t gone on any missions since your injury so you weren’t burning as many calories. You hadn’t been cleared to workout again either, tech was worried you would pull your stitches. You finally began cutting the pancake into small bites.
Crosshair was watching you closely. Your reaction was strange. He felt you stiffen next to him as Tech set that food down. It was brief and almost unnoticible, but he noticed everything about you. He watched as you were deep in thought, then watched as you slowly began cutting the food up. Almost as though you were too tired to even do that. “Is everything alright?” He asked quietly so his brothers wouldn’t hear. You turned to look at him tiredly. Why were you so tired? This was more than being tired in the morning. You looked like you hadn’t slept in a week. Crosshair felt an uncomfortable worry settle in his chest. Something was wrong.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired and trying to decide if I’m hungry.” You leaned forward kissing his cheek. “Thanks for checking on me though.” You said smiling. Crosshair couldn’t help the way lip quirked as you kissed his cheek. He wasn’t used to you being so openly affectionate, but he loved it. It didn’t completely ease the worry he felt, but it helped.
“Alright, just want to make sure you’re ok.” He put his arm around your shoulder as you ate. He noticed how small the pieces were, how long you chewed between bites, almost like you were mentally counting how many times you chewed. He watched as you drank water between each bite. He felt the worry worsen in his chest as he watched you. Had you always done that? Why couldn’t he remember?
Tech watched from the kitchen as you ate your breakfast. It was a slow process, but you did eat it. He couldn’t quite figure out why. He honestly thought this would be the moment Crosshair confronted you. He had thought you would refuse the food and this would lead to a conversation regarding your unhealthy eating habits. His calculations had been wrong. Here you were eating the pancakes he had set in front of you. He watched with a furrowed brow. He heard Hunter move to his side. His eyes are also on you. He seemed to be thinking the same thing as Tech. “It was a good idea, even if it didn’t go how you thought it would.” He said in a quiet tone so you and Crosshair wouldn’t hear. He took notes as he observed you, not that you would ever know that. Tech always had his data pad out.
Wrecker watched you in a surprisingly subtle way. He however didn’t notice your small bites. He was just happy to see you eating. To him it was a good sign.
Hunter frowned as he watched you, noticing the same thing that Crosshair and Tech did. Your eating habits weren’t normal. Your heart was racing, he could hear it. You were very good at faking. Your face never changed, but your body couldn’t lie.
Echo was slightly less subtle. He watched you with a frown on his face. He had a sinking feeling your issues ran far deeper than any of them realized. He was worried for you and disagreed with Hunters direct to not say anything, but still respected his Captain's order.
By the time you were done eating, you had half of your food and had downed three glasses of water. You laughed and joked with the others. Crosshair couldn’t take his eyes off of your food, though he was subtle about it. You had barely eaten, which wouldn’t normally concern him if it weren’t for how sick you looked. You were so pale and shaky. He could see your hand shaking as you drank your water. Why were you so thirsty? You smiled over at him and he responded with whatever was appropriate for the conversation. He decided he would do some research later and if it got bad enough he would ask Tech about it.
Tech’s concern was at an all time high. The amount of water you had drank wasn’t normal. You were also clearly still hungry and just refusing to fuel your body. He knew you weren’t doing well. This was the sickest he had seen you the entire time you had traveled with them. You looked tired, exhausted. You were good at faking, but Tech could see through it.
“Well, that was delicious Tech. I”m going to go get ready.” You said smiling as you quickly threw the rest of your food away. Tech also noted you had placed a napkin over the remaining food in an attempt to hide the rest of it. Tech felt panic enter his chest at the idea of you immediately going to the bathroom after eating. The idea of you puking up what you had just eaten made his heart hurt. He quickly left the room after you did. He went a different way so nobody would question it. Once he heard your door close and listened closely. He frowned hearing the shower turn on. This was another theory of his, that you made a lot of noise in the restroom with the shower so that your puking couldn’t be heard. He clenched his eyes shut as he heard you gag. His suspicions confirmed no matter how much he didn’t want them to be. He hesitated, thinking over his different outcomes. He slowly knocked on your door and noted that immediately the gagging stopped. There was almost an immediate response. “Yeah?” You yelled through the door.
“Y/N, it’s Tech. Would you let me in please?” He didn’t want to have this conversation where the others could hear and Tech had only promised Hunter that he wouldn’t talk to Crosshair about your problem. He never said he wouldn’t talk to you. There was a pause.
“Tech I’m naked right now, can we talk after?” Tech immediately became slightly flustered, but kept his cool responding.
“Oh umm, yes we can talk afterwards. I’ll wait here for you.” He had thought you only turned the shower on to hide the sounds of you puking, but his hypothesis seemed to be wrong. He stayed outside your room for a total of six minutes when you opened the door and let him in.
“Hey Tech, what’s up? Is everything ok?” You seemed concerned, maybe a little nervous. He came into your room and sat on the bed next to you. Feeling this would make you feel less judged.
“Y/N….I’m worried about you.” He said softly. He watched your reaction closely. Your eyes widened for a few seconds before a confused smile came over your face.
“Worried? Why? I’m fine.” You asked, your tone a mix of confusion and amusement. Tech’s concern didn’t waver.
“Y/N…I fear you have an eating disorder.” Your reaction was immediate, your body stiffened, your eyes became even wider.
“What? Why would you say that?” Tech sighed, gently putting his hand on your shoulder.
“Y/N, I heard you puking earlier. I know that you turn on the shower to hide it. I know that you rarely eat and when you do you’re puking it up and I know that you’ve lost a lot of weight. I don’t want you to feel like I”m calling you out, but damnit I’m worried about you.” You watched him sadly. You sighed, seeming to think over something before responding.
“Tech, I’ve just been really stressed and it messes with my appetite and what I’m able to keep down. That’s all that’s going on. I know what it looks like and I know how you could come to that conclusion, but I promise that’s not it.” Tech sighed as you lied to him. He knew that you were lying. You were a skilled spy, you knew how to lie, but the facts were there. If having stressed induced reduction in appetite was all it was you wouldn’t have been so secretive.
“Y/N, I know you’re lying. I’m just trying to help you.” He said in the softest tone you had ever heard. Your expression grew frustrated, angry. You didn’t understand how he had figured it out, though you shouldn’t be surprised, it was Tech you were talking about. You needed to stop this conversation.
“I’m not lying.” You said in an angry tone. Tech looked ever so slightly surprised.
“Y/N..-”
“No! You don’t get to come into my personal space and just start accusing me of stuff! I am perfectly fine Tech! Now get out of my room.” You said getting off the bed and opening your door waiting for him to walk through it. Tech was shocked, you could tell he was shocked. You had NEVER yelled at them. Had never snapped at them. You always had a good control on your emotions. Tech suddenly felt like this was worse than he originally thought.
“Ok, I’ll leave, but either you tell Crosshair and get help or I will.” Tech said sadly and a little frustrated before leaving your room. You slammed your door and immediately locked it. Feeling your heart rate increase as you get angrier at his ultimatum. You leaned against the door hating the way the tears streamed down your face. You were so angry, so upset that he knew. It was no longer than two minutes before you heard knocking on your door and Crosshair's voice.
You paused, almost as though you were waiting to see if he would leave. The knock came again. “I know you’re in there Kitten.” You heard his quiet voice. You sighed feeling guilty as you heard the worry and concern in his tone.
“It’s me. Are you ok?” He asked in a rare show of concern. You quickly wiped your tears.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You didn’t immediately open the door, partially hoping he would leave it at that and walk away. You heard him sigh, like he was weighing the benefits of what to do.
“Darling, will you open the door please?” You sighed before getting off the floor, ignoring the dizzy spell that came over you before you opened the door. Crosshair looked you over with a casual concern.
“I heard you and Tech arguing, what was that about?” You sighed, rolling your eyes.
“We just didn’t agree on some things. He’s worried about how I will fare on the next mission. That’s all.” You said casually as you turned away to start cleaning your stuff up after your shower. Crosshair watched you move around your room. He frowned. He could tell something was off with you, he just couldn’t quite figure it out.
“You know I can tell when you’re lying right?” He watched you closely. Watched your hand pause for a second. You turned trying to look confused.
“What?” He rolled his eyes, frustrated that you wouldn’t just be honest. He was your boyfriend. You were supposed to trust him.
“Don’t act stupid. You’re smarter than that and so am I. My girlfriend is anything but stupid.” His lips turned up amused, despite the situation. Yours did too. Though it fell as you thought over what you would say next.
“Cross…” You cut yourself off before you could continue. You went back to organizing your things. You heard him quietly come up behind you. Felt his strong presence behind you.
“Y/N…please look at me.” You slowly turned to look at him. You gently touched your cheek. “Y/N…what is going on?” He asked you in a tone you had never heard before.
“Cross, everything is fine. You don’t need to worry. Tech and I got in a silly argument over something.” You tried to smile as comfortingly as you can. You could tell he didn’t believe you. His face hardened into something more concerned and frustrated.
“Why are you lying to me?” He asked, frustrated. You frowned, not happy at being called out.
“I”m not lying to you and it’s offensive that you would accuse me of that? What? You don’t believe me?” You asked frustrated. You were inwardly panicking. He couldn’t know. Crosshair could absolutely not know what you did to stay perfect. He was looking at you too closely. You needed to put space between you two before you had a meltdown. You stepped away from him.
Crosshair watched you closely. He knew something was off. He just couldn’t figure out what. You were jittery and clearly trying to hide it. You were lying. You couldn’t maintain long eye contact with him. He was becoming increasingly worried. “Y/N, please talk to me.” He pleaded with you.
“I am talking to you! We are talking. We just aren’t agreeing. I can’t help that you don’t believe me Crosshair. I don’t know what else to tell you!” You were getting too worked up. You needed to calm down. He was now watching you with wide eyes. A look on his face that you had never seen. He was surprised, caught off guard. This was now the second time you had snapped at him or his brothers in less than ten minutes.
He was shocked. You were yelling and being irrational. Two things that you usually never were. What was he missing? There was something you didn’t want to say and he had a feeling he was very close to figuring it out if you were getting this upset. He was trying very hard to not get angry with you, but it was becoming difficult with how out of character you were acting. “Kitten, I love you. Please don’t shut me out like this.” He said in as soft a tone as he could. It didn’t work, you turned away from him.
“Please leave. I want to be alone.” He sighed, clenching his fist in frustration.
“Fine, come find me when you’re done acting like we’re the enemy.” With a slam of your door you were alone just as you requested. You fell to your knees and sobbed. What was happening to you?
Summary: A trip to the Outpost along with a clone who refuses to tell you his name… What’s the worst that can happen?
Ratings: Angst | Fluff
Pt 2 of Sunrise
“Crosshair…” I squinted my eyes from the light shining over me.
I felt the coolness of an operation table underneath me as I tried to gather my senses. I came quick to the conclusion that I was in some kind of a medbay. I don’t like the wave of nausea that came with the movement of trying to look around at my surroundings.
The walls were clearly a silver, shining as if it were sterilized a hundred times. The room was an average size for a medbay, set with medical equipment set up to oversee patients.
Movement to the right startled me as I quickly looked toward that direction. There stood a woman dress in white, her brown hair tied back as she typed away on her holopad. Behind her stood two armed storm troopers.
“You’re awake. Good.” The unfamiliar voice stated as she glanced over at me.
“Who are you?” I asked her.
“I am a nurse who will be overseeing your conditions.” She replied.
“There’s no need… I’m a medic.” I stated slowly as I tried to think of where I could be, “I can oversee my own medical care, thank you.”
This certainly wasn’t on the transport ship or the facility I was stationed at in Coruscant before I was sent here.
“Where… Where am I?” I asked as I blinked away the stinging in my eyes, “I don’t recognize this place.”
“You’re in a medbay. You have committed treason and the empire sent you here. But don’t worry, the doctor has some use for you.” The voice murmured.
“I didn’t commit treason…” I spoke slowly as I tried to recall the events when I was station at the outpost.
Everything came back in a blink of an eye and suddenly I was trying to get out of my restraints.
Crosshair. Where was Crosshair?
I immediately felt the panic rise in me as I tried to sit up, “What about Crosshair? Where is he? He didn’t do anything wrong, I swear! It was the Lieutenant, he was the one who was dangerous. He let a trooper die and he tried to kill-”
“You need to relax.” The nurse quickly signaled for the storm troopers to hold me down.
“Don’t… Hurt… Him…” I muttered as I felt myself slipping, “Please.”
It wasn’t long before a needle pierced my skin. My senses fleeing from my body into the abyss of darkness.
The next time I came to, I found myself in a holding cell. The bars of ruby stone, glared at me as I pushed myself up from the cold mat underneath me.
Was what we had done so wrong that we had to be sent here? I wondered. Where is here exactly? Why won’t they tell me anything?
“This must be a secret facility of some sorts.” I whispered to myself.
That was the only reason I could think of. I crawled as close to the ray shield as I could, inspecting any fault in it.
“Looking for a weakness in the shield won’t help.” A gruff voice stated across from me, “You can’t get out of here, trust me.”
I looked straight ahead to find a clone leaning against a wall in his cell. He stared straight ahead without so much as glancing my way.
“How long have I been out?” I wondered as the dizzying haze began to ware off slowly, but surely.
“Four days.”
Four days? That’s not good.
“Do you know where we are?” I asked him.
“We are being held on a base somewhere on a remote planet. No one can find us out here.” He answered grimly.
My brows furrowed, “Why were we taken to a place like this? Why not a trial or to a coruscant prison?”
“I dont know for you, but us clones are being tested on. That’s why my vods and I have been captured and placed here.” He stated.
My eyes widened at the information, “No… That would mean they plan to hurt Crosshair.”
Suddenly his head turned towards me in surprise. I could see a clear scar on the side of his face as he studied me.
“You know Crosshair?” He asked.
I nodded, “I met him on an assignment that didn’t end well for the both of us and now we’re here. At least now I know for certain we haven’t been separated.”
He nodded in understanding, “He’s come to his sense about the empire then.”
“We both have.” I muttered, “How do you know him?”
“Back during the New Republic. Worked with him and his team a few times.” He answered.
“It’s nice to meet you then.” I trailed off.
“Cody.” He introduced himself.
I quickly returned the favor, relieved to meet a new friend and possible ally, “Nice to meet you Cody.”
“I never knew he had a team.” I said after a few moments of silence, “Well I knew because each clone has a squad of course, but he never talked about them.”
“Clone Force 99. They called themselves the Bad Batch.” Cody answered.
I snorted in amusement, “That sounds about right. He seems very standoffish.”
“Crosshair is a man set in his ways. It was his brothers, who kept him in line especially one by the name of Hunter, but now… It is rare for anyone to get close to him.” Cody admitted, “The last mission we were on together...”
“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.” I intervened.
He nodded, “He was too loyal to the empire just as I was, but I’m glad to see he is starting to change his ways. Slowly, but surely.”
“He didn’t even tell me his name until right before we were taken.” I sighed looking at my hands, “But Crosshair… He saved me and I don’t even know how to repay him.”
“Being alive is enough of a payment as any.” Cody’s tone was sad as he looked ahead of him, undoubtably slipping into an old memory.
Suddenly footsteps were coming down the hall and the two of us quickly broke off our conversation. Him leaning against a wall in his cell as I crawled back to my thin mat.
I had just sat down when a new face greeted me at the front door to my cell.
“Ah. You must be the medic.” He grinned maliciously, “I can see why he’s so protective of a pretty thing like you. This should be fun.”
My eyes squinted into a glare, “You must be the doctor.”
“Smart girl too.” He stated un seemingly impressed, “Then you will know better then to try and cause a scene yes? Otherwise you won’t ever see the clone again.”
I stood up swiftly, “Where is he?”
“Why don’t you follow me and see for yourself?” He turned off the ray shield that was keeping me locked in my cell.
Without waiting to see if I would follow him, he began to walk away. It was as if he knew I wouldn’t defy him and he was right. How could I when he was leading me to the man who has changed my very world around?
I glanced discretely at Cody before following after the doctor as the guards trailed close behind me. His look of concern didn’t go unnoticed by me and I made a silent promise to tell him how Crosshair was as soon as I got back.
“What have you done to him?” I asked keeping some distance from the eery looking man.
His very being left me unnerved with distaste as if he were the very embodiment of an evil madman hungry for power.
“Nothing I haven’t done to any other clone before.” He replied simply as if what he was doing wasn’t that bad.
Maybe he was…
He’s acting like I know who and what his experiments are… I don’t even know the man. From the tilted chin and long stride he must work closely with powerful people. Maybe the surprime chancellor? If so then we were absolutely screwed.
“Here we are.” The doctor stated.
I looked to my left and found myself standing in front of another cell. Though this one made me want to dive head first into the red shield.
“Crosshair!” I cried out in relief, taking a step forward as the ray shield dissipated.
Crosshair was quick to stand up though his movement was slower than usual. His three long strides and my quick paced ones were met in the middle of his cell.
It was as if we were water and oil. Wanting to fall into each others warmth, but stopping just within reach.
He placed his hands on my arms as he looked me over for any possible injuries while I did the same to him.
“I’m alright.” I confirmed, placing my hand over one of his, “Are you?”
That seemed to calm him and he nodded in return. His heated gaze turned towards the doctor with malice.
“She’s not involved in any of this.” Crosshair growled as he pushed me behind him as if he could shield me from the world.
Maybe he could or he would sure as hell try to.
“Let her go Hemlock.” Crosshair all, but growled.
So the madman’s name was Hemlock.
“Now now.” Hemlock stepped forward, “There is no need to get worked up.” He chuckled.
Moving to the right side of the room, Hemlock trailed his hand along the muted grey wall, “This is your fault after all.”
“How so?” I glared at the man, “He didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Oh, but he did.” Hemlock’s gaze locked onto Crosshair, “He is going against the empire by keeping secrets and now Crosshair…” He sighed for dramatic effect, “You have left me with no choice, but to bring your little friend into this. If you won’t give me the information I need then I must use… Other methods to obtain it.”
“What information?” I asked.
“I need to know where the clone girl is.” Hemlock replied as a nurse, the same nurse who stuck a needle in me a few days ago walked up behind him.
“I don’t know anything about a clone girl.” I replied quickly, “I didn’t even know a clone girl existed.”
“Oh I know you don’t know, darling.” He said and his endearing word made me want to throw up.
Hemlock’s eyes gleamed in the lights above us before his grin was directed back towards Crosshair, “But he does. It’s your choice trooper. The clone girl or your little girlfriend here.”
I looked towards the sniper to see the conflict clear across his face. It was easy to see that whoever the girl was, she meant something to him. My heart ached, knowing that I would be putting myself into harms way, but if she really was important then she needed to be protected from this deranged doctor at all costs.
I knew deep down he wouldn’t say a word, but I wouldn’t put myself first. How could I? My life over a girl who was technically his sister?
Whether he knew his answer or not I wouldn’t make him choose. I could handle a little pain.
From as little as I have known him, I knew for a fact that Crosshair was, a fierce protector and loyal friend. At least that was the man I saw dragging Mayday back to the outpost before all of this mayhem went down.
I quickly turned the sniper towards me, “You are strong and unyielding Crosshair.” I spoke as quickly as I could, “I’ll be okay, don’t tell them anythin-mmph!”
A hand was wrapped around my mouth to keep me from screaming as a storm trooper dragged me to the cell next to his while the others strapped Crosshair back on his table.
The red shield came back up once everyone except for Crosshair was out of his cell.
“I know how easy you clones can get passed visual horror, so how about you listen to her scream. It’ll make you want to claw your eyes out wondering what is being done to her.” Hemlock smirked at the memory, “I’ve seen it happen to a prisoner here once. His lover sadly didn’t make it after the… Trials.”
“Trials?” Crosshair asked nervously.
“New drugs I’ve been working on meant to incapacitate and cause sever hallucinations in the subject. So far it has only resulted in death, but maybe your girl will make it through.”
“I will kill you.” Crosshair all but growled, his eyes holding a fierce promise.
“Oh I know you’ll try, but you won’t succeed.” Hemlock snapped his fingers for the nurse to begin.
Crosshair all, but winced as the first piercing scream came from the medics lips. He barely knew her… She all, but irritated him when she showed up at his side at the loading dock, but by the force above he wouldn’t tare that man’s throat out for hurting her.
It went on for what felt like years, each day being dragged from my cell to the one next to him. Barely any words of consomment as they dragged me past him. Each needle prickling my skin as they drugged me with painful concoctions that made my skin burn and felt as if they were dousing me with lava. I could barely move my muscles as flashes of memories and horrors of war filled the cell around me as if I was back in the trenches, patching up as many soldiers as I could.
“What are they doing to you?” Cody asked once the guards tossed me back into my cell.
“They need…” My eyes closed from the pain of my voice that was hoarse from screaming, “Information.”
“What information do you have?” He asked.
“Not me…” I groaned.
Cody’s eyes lightened in understanding, “Crosshair.”
By the seventh day, I could barely keep my eyes open. The pain felt like a dull ache becoming apart of my skin. It wasn’t until I felt hands dragging me to another cell that I realized I was in Crosshair’s arms and my body sank into his.
I groaned in pain as he tugged me as gently as he was able to towards his chest to check my condition. I knew I was covered in dark purplish bruises, a side affect caused from the drug. I wanted to ease his worry, but I could barely form one coherent sentence.
“What have they done to you…”
If I wasn’t so close to him, I wouldn’t have heard those broken words that fell from his chapped lips. I chose to not tell him what they were doing and instead I asked him about something I’ve been wondering since I first woke up in this dreaded place.
“Do you think it’s morning?” I whispered weakly.
“Save your strength.” He said gruffly.
I continued on anyways, my words sounding muffled in my own ears, “My favorite thing in the galaxy is a sunrise. I especially miss… The sunrises on Coruscant. The sunrises there had the sunlight glittering off the buildings like shimmering stars. The city bustling with life no matter if it was night or day. I miss the birds the most… They always wished me a good morning.” I laughed lightly before cringing at the pain.
“I don’t know how to ease your pain.” Crosshair muttered.
“M’fine.” I said trying not to worry him.
He only shook his head at the absurdity of my answer, “That’s stupid.”
I grinned slightly at the old Crosshair, the one I first met before this. We fell into a moment of quietness as he held me in the middle of the cell.
“Mom.” I whispered as I saw her as clear as day standing in the corner of the cell.
She smiled before blood began to stain her dress from the very slot she was shot.
“Mom…” I hiccuped, “No no no no no.” I shook my head as my breathing began to pick up, “You can’t die! You can’t leave me all alone again!”
Crosshair glanced towards the direction I was looking at, it was empty and bare.
Hallucinations. He remembered the doctor saying.
He looked back towards me in concern, “There’s no one there.” He tried to say as he held me closer to his chest, “Don’t look. Just close your eyes.”
I pressed my face into his shirt as I sobbed.
“Shh…” He tried his best to consol me, but the fear rose in his chest at my distress. His voice was merely a whisper as he said, “I don’t know how to help you.”
It was a long while before my visions became clear though any ounce of strength had fled from my body.
“You don’t need to save me.” I whispered when I was able to catch my breath, “She is your sister. Your family. You need to do whatever you can to keep her safe. Promise me.”
“I promise I will save you and the girl.” He stated with promise and truth.
This man who held so much determination and loyalty in his very being. He made it so very difficult to stop the warm feeling that I felt only for him seep deeper into my heart.
I smiled closing my eyes, “What do you miss most about your home?”
Crosshair thought for a moment, but one yearning of home overcame everything else that he missed.
“My brothers.” He stated simply as if it were his very heart.
“Siblings… I never had any siblings, but I know that for others they make their entire universe whole.” I muttered as began to drift off, “I hope you find them again one day.”
He pressed his lips to the top of my head, his fingers curling around my head, “You’ll see a sunrise again, I promise.”
“Have you had enough now?” Hemlock asked as he motioned towards me, “It seems that she has.”
“Enough of this.” Crosshair hissed, “Torture me all you want, but stop hurting her. Let her go.”
“You have shown that you can wait and torture during your little attempt to break out. She however, can not and I will gladly set her free if you tell me where the clone girl is.” He stated with a wave of his hand, “If not I can just up her dosage.”
Crosshair clenched his fist in anger, “I don’t know anything!” Crosshair glared, “I have been with the empire all this time.”
Hemlock raised an eyebrow, “We can keep going if you don’t tell me where she is.”
“Don’t…” I muttered as I slipped in and out of consciousness.
“You can torture us all you want. I don’t know where they are.” Crosshair growled.
“You do.” Hemlock confirmed, “I know you do.”
“I won’t tell you anything so just kill me and let her go free.” Crosshair growled.
Hemlock stared at the clone, thinking over his next words carefully, “You will tell me what I need to know when she is on the very brink of death and she will have no one to blame accept for you to leave her to that dismal fate.”
Crosshair took in a sharp breath, watching as multiple storm troopers gathered around Hemlock. He watched the doctor turn off the ray shields.
“Take her away.” Hemlock stated and like the first time he saw her alive here, the storm troopers were coming once again to take her from him.
Crosshair quickly lean down just before they reach the two sat on the cold floors.
He pressed his lips as softly as he was able to on top of her head as he whispered, “Hang in there a little longer sunrise, help is coming.”
Request: nope
Pairing: crosshair x reader
Summary: after crosshair flees the empire, he goes to the one place he thinks would be somewhat safe
Warnings: spoilers for the bad batch s2e12!! language, angst, sadness, mentions of death
Word count: 2.2KA/N: this weeks episode??? god damn that was good !! anyways someone needs to hug crosshair and I needed to write this, enjoy!
everything seems to be blurred together in a haze. for some reason, crosshair can't remember how he got away. he remembers bits and pieces of that night, but he feels like there's some details missing.
he remembers mayday. he remembers going into the caves with him, finding the raiders and fighting them. he remembers how he caused an explosion with a well aimed shot, getting rid of the raiders but also causing an avalanche.
crosshair remembers being buried in snow and then managing to pull himself out of it. he remembers struggling through the snow and pulling mayday out as well.
he fought to take mayday back to the outpost, so he could get help.
but upon arriving there, and telling the lieutenant that mayday needed a medic, the lieutenant turned him down. said they were both expendable. that crosshair needed to get back to work.
and something in crosshair snapped. the empire would always see them like that: expendable. merely tools in their big galaxy. nothing more than a number. no matter how many missions he completed, or how good he was at following orders.
in less than two seconds, crosshair had raised his blaster and shot the lieutenant in the chest. he hadn't thought much about the consequences. sure, he knew they probably wouldn't let him live after that.
but when he woke up in what seemed to be a medical facility, he realised they must have found some use for him. but he didn't intent to wait to find out exactly what that would be. he bolted.
but it's hard to navigate the galaxy when you don't have any resources. no food, clothes, money, ship. luckily crosshair has some skills when it comes to sneaking around.
he managed to sneak aboard a shuttle that took him as far away as ord mantell. that was all he really needed. the thought of going back to ord mantell was enough to keep him going.
even though he was exhausted, he managed to get to the planet without much trouble, and continued his journey on foot from the docks where the shuttle landed.
when a familiar building appears in the distance, crosshair feels such gratitude he'd be willing to drop to his knees right there in the middle of the street.
but he forces himself to keep going. he has no idea if he's even welcome, but it's all he's got right now. he has to give it a shot.
he stops in front of the door. all the lights are off. then again, it was late. he raises his hand to buzz the door.
no answer.
he buzzes again.
still no answer.
crosshair considers leaving and coming back tomorrow, at a decent time. but then he hears a voice.
'we're closed!'
he never thought he'd hear that voice again. apparently, you stuck around on ord mantell. even though you'd complained about it many times. he knew deep down you wouldn't leave this planet. you'd been here for so many years. you couldn't bear the thought of leaving and starting a shop from scratch, of settling down somewhere else.
crosshair buzzes again, to let you know he's still here.
'I said we're closed!' comes your voice from inside the building. 'shop opens again tomorrow at 8!'
just as crosshair wants to buzz the door again, it opens slightly.
'look, I said we're- crosshair?'
crosshair smiles slightly at the sight of you, and the sound of you saying his name. then he all but collapses into your arms. he faintly hears you calling his name before blacking out.
you stumble beneath his weight. you look outside, checking to see if no one noticed. the street is empty, so you awkwardly haul crosshair inside and lock the door.
it takes you a while to get crosshair to your bedroom, and you struggle even more with getting him on the bed. when you've finally succeeded in laying him down, you take in the sight of him.
he's still in his armour, but he seems to have lost his helmet. his rifle that was slung over his back is still in the hallway. you reach out and lay your hand on his cheek, which feels cold.
he must have been in quite the shape, but he still managed to get to your shop. you wonder why he's here. and how he got away from the empire. the last time you saw him, he was still with his brothers. you're still in contact with the rest of the bad batch, but you know they don't speak to crosshair anymore.
you have so many questions you want to ask him. but right now, you can tell he needs sleep. and possibly a decent meal as well.
you move closer to the bed and start to take off his armour, piece by piece. it's easy to remember how to do it. you used to do it a lot when he was still with his brothers. he would seek you out and you'd comfort him. crosshair would put up this defensive shield, but the more time he spent with you, the faster he would drop that shield whenever he was around you.
and you had enjoyed taking off his armour and just sitting with him, sharing a meal, watching a holo movie or just talking. most of the times, just being in each other's presence was enough to comfort the both of you.
when you finish taking off his armour and placing it on the small desk in your bedroom, you pull the blankets out from underneath him and tuck him in.
you hesitate briefly. then you lean in and press a kiss to his forehead.
'goodnight, crosshair.' you say.
it's hours later when crosshair wakes, and his head feels heavy. the light coming from the window is too bright, it hurts his eyes. he rolls over to his other side, and notices he isn't wearing any of his armour, just his blacks. he doesn't remember taking it off.
as he lays there, he thinks back to last night, trying to figure out how he got wherever he is right now.
he remembers being on a shuttle, getting to a planet. a familiar planet, where he thought he'd be safe. crosshair tries to remember what planet he'd feel safe. he can't think of any.
his head is throbbing. probably from his lack of sleep and food.
suddenly, he frowns. whose bed is he in? it's way nicer than any bed he's had in months. he opens his eyes despite the bright light, and sees his armour placed neatly on a desk. crosshair blinks a few times. he remembers that desk. and the sheets that cover his body.
so that's where he is. ord mantell. specifically, your place. why on earth would you let him in?
he slowly pushes himself up to a sitting position, rubbing his eyes. he needed to find something to get rid of that headache. he looks around the room, but you're not there.
crosshair gets up and walks to the doorway. he pokes his head around the corner and his eyes fall upon the familiar living room and kitchen of your small apartment.
'look who's finally up.' comes your voice from somewhere in the kitchen.
crosshair hesitantly walks towards the kitchen. you're rummaging around in there, getting out two cups. you pour caf in them and slide one of them over to crosshair.
you see him hesitate again.
'don't worry, it's not poisoned.' you say, chuckling.
you take your cup and walk over to sit at the table. crosshair takes his cup and sits down as well.
'you let me in.' he observes.
'I did.' you say.
'what if it was an ambush?'
'it wasn't an ambush.'
'but if it was?'
'if it was an ambush, you were pretty fucking convincing on the whole "passing out" thing.'
crosshair looks at you. he's so confused. 'why did you let me in?' he says.
'why wouldn't I?' you say.
'if it wasn't an ambush, I could have used you to find my brothers. or the girl, omega. I could have taken you with me to the empire. I could have just shot you right there. I could have done all of those things.' says crosshair. 'why did you let me in?'
'because it's you, cross.' you say.
there's something about you calling him cross that awakens something in crosshair. he remembers all those months spent together, before order 66 happened and he and his brothers went their separate ways.
the two of you are silent as you drink your caf. you've got thousands of questions you want to ask him. but you can tell he's been through a lot, so you let him finish his caf in silence.
after a while, you speak up.
'are you okay?'
it's such a simple question. yet no one has asked crosshair if he was okay for so long. he looks up at you, and sees the genuine worry in your eyes.
slowly, he shakes his head. you see his hand trembles as he grips his cup tighter. you reach out to him and gently take the cup out of his hand. you hold his hand in yours and look at him again.
'it's alright, crosshair. it's just you and me, no one else.' you say.
within the walls of your small apartment, crosshair lets his shield down and buries his head in your shoulder.
you hold him tighter and whisper soft words to him. crosshair squeezes his eyes shut, fighting the tears. but eventually they fall. his body shakes as you rub circles on his back.
'let it out, crosshair.' you say. 'there's no one here who will judge you.'
and so he does. he lets it all out. his grief over losing his brothers, his fear that he might have made the wrong choice and caused so many people harm, the regret that he continued to work for the empire for so long, and that it had taken him way too long to find his way back to you.
after a while, crosshair's body has stopped shaking. you pull away slightly to cup his face. he closes his eyes, and you know he doesn't want you to see his tears.
'crosshair.' you say softy. 'look at me.'
he does as you say. you smile at him.
'you don't ever have to go back to the empire again.' you say. 'I've learned how to stay off the empire's radar. I can help you. will you let me help you?'
crosshair nods, then lets his head fall to your shoulder again.
for a while, the two of you just sit there like that. you know crosshair needs this. you still have so many questions you want to ask him, but it can wait.
then crosshair mumbles something into your shoulder.
'what was that?' you say.
'he didn't even save mayday.' says crosshair.
'who's mayday?' you say.
'a clone commander. he was stationed at the outpost. I got him out of the snow and back to the outpost. I said the lieutenant needed to get a medic but he wouldn't. he wouldn't even get a fucking medic. said we were expandable.'
'shit, cross, I'm so sorry. none of you are expandable.'
'yeah, well, the empire doesn't give a shit about that.'
crosshair pulls away from you and wipes away his tears. 'are you still in contact with the others?'
'your brothers?' you say. 'occasionally. mostly when they need parts for the marauder. sometimes omega swings by when they're at cid's.'
'don't tell them I'm here.' say crosshair.
'you don't want them to know you're here?' you say.
crosshair shakes his head.
'alright. then I won't tell them. it'll just be you and me.' you say.
'I don't deserve you.' mumbles crosshair. 'I don't deserve any of this.'
you lean in and press a kiss to his forehead. 'yes, crosshair, you do.' you say. 'we all make mistakes. but in the end, you made the right decision. and you did that all by yourself. I'm proud of you for that.'
you pull him in for a hug, holding him close. 'I'm sorry you couldn't save mayday.' you say.
'I don't know what to do.' says crosshair softly.
you heart breaks at the sound of his voice. ever since you'd met crosshair. he was always the quiet one out of the brothers. never saying a lot, keeping his distance. it took a while for him to warm up to you. you know he's convinces he can do everything on his own. he doesn't really ask for help. the least you can do now, is help him in any way you can.
'we'll figure it out, crosshair.' you say. 'you can stay here as long as you'd like. we'll find a solution together. I'm just glad to have you back. I won't tell your brothers, or any of the others here on ord mantell. it'll just be the two of us. we'll figure this out, I promise.'
A/N:
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A/N- if you've already read the teaser then you can just skip to where you see "-_-"! I really enjoyed making this and am currently working on part 2, but I don't know when that'll be out. Feel free to tell me how I did!
Warning: mentions of giving up/neglect/ribs being visible/angst
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Waking up in a pitch black room wasn't uncommon for you. What was though was not feeling the chains that bound you to that cold metal table, always holding your bruised and frail body. You laid there in pain, fear pumping through your chemical infused veins. Slowly opening your eyes, you could barely see, but there was something unusual. Looking around slowly, there were no scientists or medical tools in sight. As your eyes finally adjusted to the dark room you took in more of its features. Your mind took a while to process these new changes to your off looking environment. The room was pure white, or at least that's what it seemed to be. You moved your head slightly, pain soon following, spreading all throughout your tired body. At this angle you could spot a door out of the corner of your eye. It seemed to match the room's color scheme, white. A million thoughts, a million questions, were running, swarming, around in your exhausted mind, despite having probably slept for a while. After about five minutes, you were able to sit up. Your body was in so much pain, but you pushed through, ignoring your throbbing head. Your limbs were sore from hours of needles penetrating your skin, pumping unknown chemicals into your veins. Looking around, you couldn't remember the last time you saw a change of scenery. You wound up in this horrible place during one of Cid's missions. You couldn't even remember what it was for, only that it was stupid and dangerous. You can remember though, that the last one to be calling out your name as you fell from the ship that was taking off; after being shot in the leg by who you're certain was Crosshair, was Tech.
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You could still hear the panic in his usually calm and stoic voice. After that everything went dark and you woke up in an empire cell. You were questioned excessively as to where the others were but you never said a word. It hurts to see all of the clones that you've known for so long become corrupted so fast. As you finally come back to reality you realize that this is your chance to escape. The more times the thought ran circles around in your mind, the more adrenaline that pimped through your veins. All logical thinking was out the door in that very moment as determination filled your body. With all of the strength that your nutrient deprived body could muster, you flung yourself into your feet. You did it, you were standing; you could do this! Not even a second later you were splayed out on the floor, your limbs giving out on you. What had you been thinking? Your body was too weak, you hadn't stood up in so long;let alone walked. All of those hopes that filled your mind were quick to run away as reality and logo instead took their places. You stared up in that dark room, tears brimming your eyes and threatening to fall as defeat washed over you. You just wanted all of this to end, you couldn't take it anymore. They did this on purpose. They wanted you to feel hope, joy, determination; just so they could rip all of it right out of your hands. They wanted to break you. This was all part of their plan, of course it was. They thought of this as if it were a game, because it was in a way. As your usually strong will started to weaken the batch's bright faces entered your mind. One by one, memories of then all flooded your head. You couldn't give up. You had to keep going;for them. They were all you had left. You loved all of them, one of them a little more than the others. Everything about him was amazing; Tech was amazing. You had to live so you could see them all again. You had to live so you could see Tech again. You had to live so you can tell Tech how much you love him. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted as the door to your new room was opened. Light flooded the room as you closed your eyes. You instinctively brought your hand up to shield your eyes. The numbness you felt earlier due to the adrenaline has long left your bloodstream as pain flooded your receptors. You're weak, so unbelievably weak. A deep and dark chuckle snapped you out of your trance. Footsteps could be heard coming towards you as one of the newer scientists came into view. You could never remember his name, only that he was cruel. You hated him with every fiber in your body. The man enjoyed watching you suffer as he tortured you by injecting such painful chemicals into your body.
"Well look what we have here. A defenseless weakling. Did you really think you'd be able to escape? What a joke, " The man taunted you, taking pleasure in seeing you so broken. The only thing you did was spit on his boot. You knew it was a stupid decision right once the saliva left your mouth but there was nothing that could stop it. He looked down on you with pure disgust in his soulless eyes. He scowles before talking once more.
"Disgusting vermin, get up. You have a new cellmate."
At that note a clone trooper brought someone in. The scientist grabbed ahold of your arm and rather harshly pulled you up off the ground. You were quick to grip onto the table in order to keep you up. Crosshair stood in the doorway of the room. He had his usual scowl and furrowed brows on his face. If you hadn't known him for so long then you would have thought he didn't recognize you. His eyes widened a little as they laid their sight onto you. You were so tiny, only skin on bones. It was hard to imagine that that was truly you. You were so pale, paler than ever. Your face was sunken in and you had so many scars and bruises on your body. He didn't look the best either. It was clear the empire didn't feed him enough. His clothing was very different from yours; yours being just a large loose white shirt and underwear. The shirt wasn't as white as it was when you were given it. It was decorated in blood and unknown chemicals. Thinking back to the chemicals made you realize how lucky, or unlucky, you were to be alive at that moment. So far none of their experiments have killed you. You wondered what Crosshair had been through this entire time. They neglected him, his tight blacks showing off his ribs and trig like limbs. How could they have done this to him? Anger took hold of your mind.
"How could you treat him like this? You're the disgusting vermin here," your voice was small, barely above a whisper;throat dry and scratched up from screaming.
You hardly ever spoke anymore. Most of the time the only noise coming from your messed up throat were screams and whimpers. If you had the strength and courage then an insult would leave your lips. Of course they'd punish you for it but you stopped being scared a long time ago; or at least that's what you tell yourself over and over again. Deep down you were terrified. No one gave you any mind as Crosshair was thrown in, stumbling over his own feet. He grunted as he lost complete balance and landed on his knees. The scientist and clone trooper were quick to leave the room as if you both had some kind of infectious disease. Crosshair, with his usual scowl, had a twinkle of concern in his scrunched up eyes. Of course he had been assigned to execute you but he couldn't for some reason; the same reason he couldn't do it to his brothers. He knew you were going to be questioned and probably get a little beat up, but he wasn't expecting this at all. With no hesitation, you fell on top of him as your arms wrapped around him as best as they could.
"I missed you," The both of you spoke to the other.
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TRIGGER WARNINGS: torture, water-boarding, white room torture, sensory overload, sensory deprivation, anxiety and panic attacks, mentions of blood.
Summary: Day in and day out, cadet Tech finds himself dragged from one miserable experiment to another, at the mercy of Nala Se, with no end in sight. Finally, he starts to break, and all he can do is hope and pray that his brothers will find him and help him...
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Tech took a deep breath as he finished the calculations on the computer in front of him. He removed his headset and blinked tiredly as Nala Se entered the room, her long arms folded behind her back, her dark eyes boring into him.
“Well done, CT-9903. Your success rate was 100% once again, and in adequate time. As is to be expected.”
“Yes ma’am.” Tech stood at attention, breathing shallowly. He was exhausted. He had been staring at a screen for the past four hours, performing test after test, unable to look away from the computer for fear of getting a low score due to his time. His eyes were killing him, and he hadn’t slept for the past 32 hours. After yesterday’s training sessions, his screen exposure had been so long that it had prevented a good night’s rest. He prayed with all his might that Nala Se would excuse him and let him try and recuperate, but of course, he couldn’t be so lucky.
“Based off of your overwhelming success rate, I’d like to run a few more tests. Being subjected to physical discomforts and hindrances during battle will not be uncommon once you are in the field. Therefore, you must be able to continue putting forth such rates despite those hindrances.”
Tech felt a lump forming in the pit of his stomach. “What kind of hindrances are you proposing, ma’am?”
Nala Se tilted her head, moving over to her computer and tapping a few buttons. “We’ll start with a few simple things. We’ll attempt basic data transfers, simple formulas, and the like, while holding your position under enemy fire. All rounds used will administer a simple shock effect. They will not be lethal or run the risk of damaging you permanently, but they will be enough of an interference. We will move down to Training Deck C for these tests.”
The lump that had been forming in the pit of Tech’s stomach slowly started making its way up his chest. “Yes ma’am.” He turned quickly and headed out of the room, taking quick, shallow breaths. He was tired. He wanted to curl into a ball and sleep- no, cry. It took everything in his power to keep his chin from trembling and hold his composure. If the upcoming training was the simple part, he dreaded to thing what the harder courses would be…
Tech finished the data transfer and calculations just as one final shot hit him squarely in the back, sending another jolt of pain coursing through his system. Had this been a real attack, he’d have been dead ages ago, but sheer willpower had helped him pull through. The shots weren’t nearly as ‘harmless’ as Nala Se had implied. Each one felt like a slightly weaker baton shock, and made his muscles go slack and his nerves go haywire. He wanted so badly to give into the pain, to just shut his eyes and use the attacks as a viable reason for blacking out and let sleep finally take him. But if he did that, he knew for certain that any future tasks would only be that much harder, and that much more painful.
With trembling legs, he rose from the ground as the training room doors opened and Nala Se entered.
“It seems that this session did not go to plan as desired. Had you not completed your task when you did, you likely would have suffered a loss of consciousness rather soon.”
Tech looked forlornly at the floor, hands at his side. He picked worriedly at the hem of his uniform, biting his lip.
“Still, you completed the task. You would have died, of course, had those been live rounds, but the important thing is that you were able to complete your mental tasks despite physical interference. You will be able to rely on your fellow clones in battle and will likely have little chance to be put in such a precise scenario. Now, onto the next task.”
Tech followed her out the door, the lump that had been in his chest quickly making its way up to his throat as he recognized which direction they were going. He almost stopped directly in the middle of the corridor, contemplating how much trouble he was willing to get into if it meant not going another step. But he couldn’t stop. As much as all of this was going to hurt, who knew what Nala Se would do if he didn’t comply…
The lab they entered was exactly as it was the last time Tech was there. He could practically close his eyes and point out every detail in the room, he had memorized it so well. On the far wall was a line of shelves, with hundreds of different vials and containers. On the right wall was a large computer, and on the left wall, a metal counter, with various… tools. Some were harmless: scanners, hookups for the computer to record vitals… Others, not so harmless. There were a number of small scalpels, plyers, and other sharp instruments in numerous sizes, all neatly organized and in perfect view.
And lastly, in the very center of the room, was a long, metal table. Attached to the table were multiple straps, all of which were adjustable according to the user’s desires.
“Take a seat, CT-9903.”
Tech felt rooted in place. He hadn’t even come through the doorway yet, he wanted out of that room so badly. ‘It’s okay’ he thought. ‘It’s nothing you haven’t been through before. You can do this…’ He took unsteady steps towards the table, slowly hoisting himself up onto the surface and taking a seat, his stomach twisted into a giant knot, the muscles contracting in such a way, he knew he ran the risk of throwing up what little his stomach contained, and probably dry-heaving long after. With a desperate gasp of air, he tried pulling himself together, removing his goggles and lying on his back at Nala Se’s command.
“Being subjected to various forms of torture will not be uncommon, especially since your squad will be a designated special unit, resulting in far more perilous missions. You must be able to function at full mental capacity after being exposed to such methods. You’ve run such tests before, so you know what is required to pass. Let’s hope you’re able to succeed this time, where before you failed.”
Tech nodded slowly, wincing as Nala Se’s assistant droid rolled up his left sleeve and inserted a long cold needle into his arm. It emptied the syringe before discarding it and attached the table’s restraints to Tech’s wrists and ankles. He took a deep breath as he felt himself grow dizzy.
It felt as though he was slowly spinning…
Falling…
Like the table beneath him was no longer there, and at any moment, he would plummet to the ground below. He knew it was just the drug, but it felt real none the less, and it did nothing to help his already churning stomach.
His breathing quickened, though he struggled to slow it, as the droid placed a large cloth over his pale face, and he prepared himself for what was to come.
A steady stream of water spread through the towel, slowly drenching his face, and he kept his mouth and eyes shut, as the liquid made its way across his face. At first, it didn’t seem that bad, but as the water grew more intense, and the drug began to seep into his system, it had the full effect of drowning. He felt as though he was underwater, disoriented, gasping for air, his lungs burned. His whole body convulsed and tensed, struggling to take in oxygen as the water filled his nose and airways, and he wanted more than anything to just bang his head against the cold surface of the table and knock himself out, ending the pain. Instead, he choked and sobbed, what little tears he let out intermingling with the water that poured down his face and neck, soaking the table and his back.
After what seemed like hours, the cloth was whipped off and the restraints undone. Desperately, Tech took deep, trembling breaths, tumbling off the table and onto the spartan floor. He crashed around the room for a moment, unable to see without the aid of his goggles, the drug in his system still in full effect. He searched frantically for the computer, he knew it was close, it had been at his head when he was lying down… but which way had he fallen off the table? Where was it now?
He let out a small sob, knowing his time was running out. He needed to find the computer and at the very least, complete a data transfer, run a calculation, something, anything to prove he had made progress, anything to make it so he didn’t have to go through this again… but just as he thought he had gained his bearings, he slipped on the wet floor, his head colliding with the corner of the table, and for a moment, Tech’s vision was clear.
Then… everything went black…
“He’s been gone for hours, Hunter.”
“I know… but it’s always like this, for any of us. Those stupid tests take forever.”
“Crosshair’s right, maybe we should go look for him.”
Hunter sighed, glancing over at his brothers. “Look, we know where he is. I know he’s been gone for a long time, but what are we gonna do about it?”
“How about dragging him out of training?” Crosshair suggested.
“I’d love to, believe me. But I don’t want anyone here getting in trouble, and neither would Tech. And we don’t want him to get in trouble either!” Hunter gave Crosshair and Wrecker a sympathetic look. “We’ll wait a few more hours. If he isn’t back by then, we’ll go in, consequences be damned.”
“Why wait?!” Wrecker objected, but Crosshair nodded, putting a hand on the taller clone’s shoulder. “By 18:00 hours, if he isn’t back, that’ll be the longest he’s ever been gone.”
“That’s right. At the very least, we should wait until then. Maybe the tests will take as long as last time, and this is routine. If not, we’ll find out. Sound good?”
Wrecker frowned but nodded slowly. “Yeah… It’s just… those tests are never any fun. And I hate to think he’s having to deal with them for such a long time.”
There was a short silence. Hunter’s stomach twisted into a knot, and he made a face. “I understand, Wrecker… I don’t like it either…”
“Those stupid long necks treat us like lab rats… Maker knows what Tech’s going through…”
“Well, he told me about them once.” Wrecker said. “He said that they just make him run calculations on the computers. It’s just a lot of thinking he says, and he has to stare at a screen for a while, which is why his eyes always hurt. And since he’s sitting all day, he’s always stiff and sore after.”
Crosshair and Hunter didn’t respond. While Tech had only ever given similar responses when questioned about his training, individually, they each knew that it probably wasn’t true. They didn’t want to tell Wrecker, because they knew how painful it would be for him if he truly knew the potential of what Tech could be going through.
To each other, they always kept the details of their training secret. But deep down, they each suspected the others of lying about the severity of it all, considering they were all going through their own struggles. Even Wrecker, who seemed so positive that Tech’s words were fact, knew they were likely nothing more than a façade. But they weren’t going to force each other to discuss something they’d rather not, and so, the true aspects of their training remained a mystery to one another.
Every ounce of Hunter’s being screamed at him to go and find his brother… but he squashed those feelings and tried to let logic steer his decisions. Tech wouldn’t want them to interfere, and he wouldn’t want them to get in trouble… And so they waited, none the wiser of what happened on the other side of the complex…
When Tech awoke, his whole body ached. His vision swam momentarily before everything stabilized and he slowly pulled himself into a sitting position, looking around. He was barefoot and wearing a fresh change of white pants and shirt. It was very hard for him to see properly, as his goggles were missing (he did look around for them, but without any luck), but when he squinted, he could just make out the basic layout of his surroundings. He was in a large, white room, completely devoid of any furnishings, windows, or color. The walls and floor were padded with white, smooth, cushion-like material, which harshly reflected the bright white lights installed in the ceiling above. As Tech hesitantly rose to his feet, he realized that despite the many lights, they all appeared to have been installed in such a way that little to no shadows were cast. Most importantly, there did not appear to be any visible exit anywhere in the room.
In short, especially considering the lack of proper eyewear, he was in a white, silent void, with little enough detail that it was as though he was constantly having a bright light shone into his face. He staggered along the wall, feeling for any cracks or seams to indicate a door, but after passing around the room several times, he was unsuccessful. He cleared his throat, if only to hear a sound in this completely silent room, but even that was muffled significantly from all the padding in the room.
He cleared it again and spoke up timidly. “Hello?” No response. “Hello? Anyone?” Still nothing. He decided perhaps it may be best to sit and wait patiently, so he did so. After what he felt was a decent while, he finally stood up again and walked around. He began to pace along the perimeter of the room, timing himself the first time, and then continuing the pace and counting how many laps he finished. This both helped him try and keep his brain busy and helped him calculate the amount of time which he had spent in the room. After walking for (based on his estimates) thirty minutes, he sat down again. He realized that whatever reason Nala Se had in locking him in here was likely pertaining to some test or experiment. But at this point, he hardly cared. He just wanted to sleep… So he lay on his back and closed his eyes, but the blinding lights bore through his eyelids, and instead, he crawled over to one corner of the room, lay on his side, facing the wall, threw an arm over his face and attempted to get some rest.
He didn’t bother figuring out how much time passed before he finally drifted into a very fitful sleep, but it felt like an eternity. He also didn’t bother trying to tell how long it had been before he could no longer attempt to stay asleep and was finally forced to sit up. Once again, he blinked in confusion before realizing that his visual impairments could not be rectified due to his missing goggles. He sighed in frustration, debating whether he should just sit and wait, or if he should walk some more. He finally decided to go with the latter, and after about an hour, he sat down again. This pattern continued for an accurately incalculable amount of time, and slowly, it began to eat away at him.
Against his better judgement, he had shouted out Nala Se’s name multiple times, asking to be let out. Mercifully, he had no need to use the fresher, but that was only due to his completely empty stomach, which he was becoming increasingly aware of as time went on. He began to get sharp jabbing pains in his side as his stomach gurgled in protest, his entire body begging for nourishment. He tried to distract himself from the hunger, but it was impossible.
Pleading, bargaining, and threats had no effect on the Kaminoans, and Tech knew it. So, he lay there, in the center of the room, in pain as his body grew weaker, and his insides twisted in agony as they began trying to digest themselves. The muscles in his lower abdomen and back grew so sore, and his lack of proper vision began to eat away at him. He felt restless, unable to remain in one spot for any long period of time. In spite of his aching muscles, he walked around the room anxiously, ringing his hands, biting his lips and clenching his teeth. His eyes darted back and forth, even though there was nothing different for them to look at in any part of the room. He began hitting the walls with his fists, softly at first, almost as though he was just looking for hollow sounds indicating an exit, but they quickly turned to distract himself from the hunger, but it was impossible.
He ran his fingers fretfully through his hair, and he couldn’t help but let out a whimper of frustration as his anxiety built. A lump had formed in his throat and quickly came out in the form of panicked breathing and strangled cries as his eyes began to ache and his felt his senses start going haywire one by one. He fell to the ground, trembling, shouting, clutching at his chest as he struggled to regulate his breathing.
He had to grab the cushion-y ground and just focus on not puking at one point. He tore the material on the floor, he had clutched it so badly, but not enough that he could get to anything beneath the surface. As his anxiety continued to grow, he began to scratch furiously at his arms and neck, sobbing, screaming, crying out for someone, anyone. “Please, I- I can’t- I can’t do this anymore, please!” He choked and coughed, tears streaming down his face as he held his head in his hands, throwing himself into a corner. “I want it to stop… I- I want- I want it to stop!”
Everything in his body was suffering. He could feel his senses being deprived of simple things like colors, contrast, sound, basic things that didn’t seem like a big deal. But when he didn’t have them, they began taking a serious tole. They tore away at him, breaking him down, making him slowly lose a grasp on time and reality, everything seemed so dreamlike and lost. He wasn’t even sure that he was in a room. Maybe he was just dreaming… He had no way of knowing.
On the other hand, his body’s lack of stimulation was pushing it into overdrive, and it struggled to compensate, resulting in overstimulation when it came to the one sense he had been able to continue using: touch. He scratched deep at his skin, because every time he raked his nails across it, he felt something. It was proof. Proof that something was real. Maybe, if he kept doing it, he’d feel something else too? Maybe things would start going back to normal, he’d get more control… He just needed to wake his body up enough to go back to normal, that was it! Then everything would be fixed!
It was only a matter of time until he was let out, right? His brothers, his brothers would find him! All he had to do was hold out a little longer, everything would be fine!
Suddenly, for the first time in hours, a splash of color caught Tech’s eyes. It was red. He looked down. He suddenly felt the burning sensation on his neck and arms. It made his heart race, both with panic and with joy. Joy at the fact that finally, there was something there, something that stimulated his sense of sight, something that gave dimension to his otherwise lifeless world. But he panicked, because the color he saw and the pain he felt were indicative of something he knew he couldn’t fix on his own, and if no one was in fact coming, then more pain was soon to follow, and it would only get worse.
His hands were covered in blood. His blood. It dripped down his neck and soaked his sleeves and shirt front. In his anxiety and panic, he had clawed at his skin so much, that he had scratched it raw, to the point where his arms and throat were now giant bloody spots, the skin torn and swollen, his nails covered with drying, crimson liquid.
But instead of continuing to panic, Tech stopped. And laughed. At first, it was a high, hollow sound, but slowly, it grew louder and deeper, until it turned into an odd choking noise, and once again, tears rolled down his face. His vision grew blurry, and his head reeled. The next thing he knew…
He was falling…
The white lights and padded walls swirling around him like clouds…
He didn’t know how long he was falling… it felt like an eternity…
He hit the floor, but it didn’t hurt. Not like everything else…
He was so, so tired… tired of the pain, tired of the loneliness, tired of everything. He wanted his brothers, he wanted to see them again. He wanted to be able hear Wrecker’s shouts, Crosshair’s grumbling, and Hunter’s strong but kind voice. He wanted to stand out in the rain and get drenched, he wanted to feel the cold hard surface of the metal walls in his barracks… he wanted Nala Se to let him go, wanted the experiments to stop, wanted all of this to end…
But it didn’t end. Instead, he writhed in pain on the floor as he dry-heaved and shuddered, his muscles sore, his arms and neck bloody, and the ever growing pain in his head getting worse and worse, until finally, with a trembling sob and a desperate whimper, he slowly fell unconscious, everything around him still as empty and lonely as ever…
“He’s not here either.” Crosshair slammed his fist against the lab wall, gritting his teeth. “We’ve searched the med bays, training rooms, labs, everywhere. Where could he have gone?”
Hunter gritted his teeth, tapping his fingers sporadically against his leg as his eyes darted back and forth. Tech hadn’t returned to their barracks by the time they had hoped he would, and they had all reached a breaking point and decided to go look for him. That was almost 3 hours ago. They had been walking through the spartan white halls, sneaking about the complex where needed, and in most cases, breaking into rooms well beyond their clearance levels in search of their brother. They had explored high and low, from one end of Tipoca City to the other, but to their dismay, they still hadn’t found Tech.
After a lot of sad looks on Wrecker’s part and curses on Crosshair’s, they all agreed to return to their barracks in the hope that Tech may have returned while they were gone. They walked dejectedly down the hallway, passing other clones as they went, until Hunter came to a sudden stop, his brothers almost colliding into him from behind.
Nala Se stood in front of them, hands folded neatly behind her back. “Clone Unit 99. Why are you outside of your designated barracks?”
Hunter gulped, uncertain of the answer he should give, but Crosshair spoke first. “Where’s Tech?”
Nala Se looked disapprovingly at Crosshair. “CT-9903 is in training, and not to be disturbed.”
Crosshair scowled. “He’s not in training. We looked. He’s been gone for almost 12 hours now. That’s longer than any of us have ever trained before and he should be back by now. Where are you hiding-?”
“Crosshair.” Hunter interjected, putting a hand out in warning. He knew that his brother had already stepped out of line in the way he was speaking to Nala Se. The last thing he wanted was to have it go far enough that the Kaminoan decided to inflict punishments as a result. “We just want to know where our brother is ma’am.”
“That is of no concern to you. CT-9903’s training will be complete within the hour. You will see him when he returns to your barracks. Now, go back to your designated area.” Nala Se stepped aside, motioning for the cadets to continue down the corridor, and Hunter bit back the remark he so wanted to spit out. His brother was suffering somewhere, all alone, struggling to overcome insurmountable obstacles laid out by the Kaminoans, who did not care how much pain he went through, so long as the numbers and results were tolerable. But rather than scream all of this at Nala Se, rather than grab the nearest sharp object and slice her head off with it, he straightened his back, squared his shoulders, and nodded, walking towards the barracks. “Yes ma’am.”
Crosshair let out a soft hiss and followed after him, Wrecker bringing up the rear, practically stomping in defiance. When they were out of earshot, Crosshair began cussing out the scientist. “Stupid long-neck. I aught to purposefully miss during blaster practice and take her bug-eyed head off.”
“You’ll do nothing of the sort.” Hunter bit back. “Do you want to be decommissioned?”
Crosshair scowled. “Do you even care what’s happening to Tech right now? Or are you more worried about following orders and staying out of trouble?”
Hunter whirled around and grabbed Crosshair by the shirt front, pushing him against a wall. “Of course I care about Tech! But if we get ourselves in trouble, we’ll have even less of a chance of being able to help him and possibly prevent whatever he’s going through from happening again, because we’ll be too busy with our own problems to do anything about his! You think I want any of us to go through what we do every day? You think I want to stand here and do nothing while I know my brother is suffering? Of course not! But we have to think about what we can feasibly and safely do without having more people get hurt!” He panted, his breathing uneven and strained, and slowly released his hold on Crosshair, who had grown silent. “Now…. We are going to go back to the barracks and wait for Tech. After that… after that, we can decide what to do. But until then… all we can do is wait…. So… just stop, please, Crosshair… Just stop.”
Tech blinked wearily, his entire body throbbing. As his eyes slowly adjusted, he realized both that his goggles had been returned to him and that he was in a med bay. For some reason, it seemed strange. The cold, sterile environment of the med bay had always seemed so colorless and miserable to him, yet now it looked as though it had an added dimension. Like it somehow had more color and dimension to it than it had before. He shifted on his cot and jolted in surprise as his fingers came into contact with a roughly textured material, and he glanced down in a daze. It was a blanket. But… he knew what the med bay blankets felt like. They weren’t rough at all. Yet, in comparison to the silky-smooth surface of that room…
Tech stiffened, his breathing quickening. That room… when had he gotten out? How? Where was Nala Se? How long had he been in the medical wing? He sat up suddenly, his head spinning, his vision going in and out of focus. He needed to get back. He needed to hide- to make sure that Nala Se never put him in there again. He’d do anything else. He’d take millions of tests, run algorithms for rotation after rotation if it meant never going back! He needed to-
“CT-9903.” Tech froze. Slowly, he turned his head towards the doorway, where Nala Se stood, her blank eyes glistening eerily. “Your training for this rotation is complete and your results were… satisfactory. Your self-inflicted damage has been taken care of. You may return to your barracks.”
Tech blinked, trying to comprehend what she had said. The sound and sight of someone other than himself had caught him off guard and he hesitated before replying. “Yes,” he choked out, his voice hoarse. “Thank you.”
The Kaminoan nodded slowly, still staring intently at him. “There’s much work to be done… but one day… you may be of great use to us.” She turned and left the room, as Tech slowly slipped off the cot and struggled to stand upright. After what felt like an eternity, he inched his way across the room and out the door, towards the barracks… and his brothers.
It felt like hours before he finally reached the familiar quarters, and he pushed a small button on the wall. The door swung open with a mechanical hiss, and he stepped gingerly through the doorway. The darker grey interior was gentler on his eyes, and the smell… while usually the smell wasn’t wonderful, right now, it was, because it purged the chemical scents from his naval passages for the first time in 12 hours. And the sound… there was no sound. He stopped, and for the first time, he actually looked around the room. His brother stood there, completely motionless and silent, worried looks on all their faces. Wrecker looked as though he wanted to run forward, but Hunter’s hand on his burly shoulder held him back, while Crosshair was as rigid as a statue, his jaw clenched, eyes wide.
What were they looking at? Why were they just standing there, as though in shock? What- …Oh… him. They were looking at him. He looked down at his clothes, at his hands and feet. He still wore no shoes- his feet were bruised and there was blood caked under his fingernails. Stains of the red substance covered his otherwise pristine white clothes in blotches, and he gulped noisily.
“I’m sorry,” he choked out. He bit his lip, screaming internally. Why hadn’t he hit the fresher first? “I… I hadn’t wanted you to see this. I- I’ll go wash up.” He turned to leave, and there was the sound of rushing footsteps- long, lean fingers wrapped around his wrist, pulling him back. He blinked, momentarily stunned, and turned back to come face to face with Crosshair, whose piercing eyes bore into his own. He shook his head.
Wrecker stepped forward, fiddling with the Tooka doll he clutched in his hands. “Don’t go,” he said softly. “Not yet. Not by yourself. Not again, please.” The larger cadet’s eyes were downcast, but pleading, his voice hesitant, not wanting to pressure, but so desperate to be heard.
Crosshair’s gaze softened but remained concerned none-the-less. “What did they do? Where were you?”
“Cross, don’t interrogate him, give him his space.” Hunter came up alongside the silver-haired clone, who had dragged Tech further into the room until the door snapped shut. Crosshair continued asking questions, while Hunter continued to berate him for it, but Tech said nothing. Not in protest, not in response… nothing… he didn’t know what he could say. What was he supposed to tell them? That he’d almost drowned? That he’d been drugged until he passed out? That he’d been locked in a padded white room, deprived of all outside stimuli until he had a mental breakdown? An odd knot formed in the pit of his stomach, just like it had earlier that day. He needed it to stop. Everything to just stop. The noise, the pain, the silence… it all made no sense, yet so much… everything just… “Stop.”
Hunter and Crosshair ceased their argument, and Wrecker looked with concern at Tech, whose shoulders had slumped, his arms dangling loosely at his sides. “Stop… all of it… just… I… I’m sorry. I just… I want…” his shoulders began to shake. Strong but gentle arms wrapped around him, and he gasped softly as Wrecker began to pat him on the back. The knot in the pit of his stomach made its way up into his throat, and an odd choking noise escaped him as tears began to stream down his cheeks. He closed his eyes, and his knees gave out, several pairs of arms catching him before he hit the ground. “I-I…”
“It’s alright Tech. You’re safe now. We’re right here, and we’re not going anywhere.” Hunter ran his fingers gently through Tech’s matted hair, trying to steady his brother’s breathing.
“It wouldn’t… wouldn’t stop,” Tech choked, clutching at his shirt front. Crosshair placed a hand on Tech’s shoulder, messaging it gently.
“We’ll make it stop. They’re never going to put you through stuff like this again. You’re not some lab rat to experiment on.”
“I just… I want to stay here. Like this… just… just for a little bit.”
Wrecker sat down properly on the floor, pulling Tech into a cradled hug, Hunter and Crosshair leaning against the larger cadet, still comforting their exhausted brother.
“It’s alright, Tech. We can stay here, just like this, for as long as you need.”
And they did. On that cold, exhausting, and trying night in Tipoca city, four brothers sat together, finding solace in one another’s presence. At long last, the pain, the loneliness, the exhaustion, the frustration, they all… just… stopped…
As arms wrapped comfortingly around him in loving embrace, Tech’s whirling mind slowly grew calm, his surroundings going in and out of focus as he finally felt himself falling into a peaceful slumber…
Floating…
Falling…
Falling…
He was falling…
The light white clouds swirling around as gravity pulled him ever closer to the surface, the rail car disappearing in the distance…
He didn’t know how long he was falling… it felt like an eternity…
He calculated and acted, knowing there was only so much he could do, and when he finally struck the ground, everything hurt. But not how he expected.
He lay there… so tired… tired of the pain, tired of the loneliness, tired of everything. He wanted his family… wanted to see them again. He wanted to be able hear Wrecker’s shouts, Omega’s laughter, Echo’s grumbling, and Hunter’s strong but kind voice. He wanted to find Crosshair… tell him… everything… He didn’t want it to end…
“Well… isn’t this fascinating?” Voices… faces… footsteps… “There is much work that will need to be done… but I believe… you may be of great use to us.”
Ok I finally have a theory for why Omega is sad in this pic:
She could be sad because of Echo leaving and then thinks back to Crosshair leaving too, and since people don’t think clearly when upset, she could also be thinking it’s her fault they are both gone.
So Tech is trying to comfort her but he might not be good with emotions so he just explains why they both left and then they both get development and we get some good old ANGST
so if Rex is marked as K.I.A in the Imperial Files, and Cody saw that, after he went "AWOL" and was possibly exectuted, doesn't that kinda give a vibe that Cody thought to find Rex again? yk like after death?
Ooooh i think its my first time requesting but I am of age!!!!! Could we get a angsty baby boy echo withdrawaling from reader and some nsfw?? Ur choice of nsfw 💕💕 like hes been doing really badly with his mental health and then reader thinks they did smth wrong?? Thank you i love youuuuu
Always You
Echo X GN!Reader
word count: 959 words
Echo gets jealous after you’re hit on during a date with him, surfacing many unsaid feelings that only you can reassure him of.
warnings: I did SFW because I feel like Echo just needles cuddles at this moment in time. Slightly angst, Echo is feeling low with himself, jealous echo, slightly oblivious reader (?), comfort, cuddles and kisses.
A/N: happy first time requesting! Enjoy! Love u 🤍 sorry for the wait
Masterlist
More Echo Works
You first noticed that Echo was being distant with you after the group of you came back from a small ‘vacation’. If you could call laying low on some planet in the outer rim a vacation. Still, you had nobody to fight, no threats there and the locals seemed nice enough.
Maybe too nice for Echo’s liking.
Everything seemed fine at the time. Wrecker, Hunter and Omega spent most of their time at a nearby lakeside and building dams whereas Tech and Crosshair spent their time hiking where Tech would recite everything his scanner picked up and give Cross any fact he could.
You and Echo spent your time going out for food, exploring new tastes and smells. But, as you lay in your bed/rack back on the Marauder, you thought back to every possibility what could have made Echo be withdrawn.
Then, you thought back to one particular waiter. They were handsome but nothing compared to your Echo. He was also young, similar to your age and at first you thought he was just a little over-friendly with the guests but after a free bottle of wine here and there… it made you realise that he only did it to you. Nobody else.
Echo became tense after that, sending a glare at the waiter every time he could and even refusing to leave a tip on the table as he abruptly left once you finished your drink.
You kept asking what was up with him at the time, not seeing the issue since you were just having a good time with your boyfriend but when he told you he was fine repeatedly, you knew he was lying.
Attention turned to the sight of the Marauder door, it had opened followed by approaching steps, you knew it was Echo who just boarded. He pauses as he spots you sitting up on the bed you share and offers you a glimpse of a smile before he retreats into the cockpit.
Pulling your lip in a tight line, you had enough of being practically ignored and marched after him.
He was sitting in one of the seats, head tilted back and breathing softly with his eyes closed.
For a moment, you were tempted to just leave but as he opened one eye and glanced at you, you sighed softly. “Cyare, can we talk?”
“Of course.” He said casually, sitting up straight and swiveling his chair to face you properly.
Playing with the hem of your shirt, you tried to toss up different ways you could address the issue without him getting offended but you knew the best approach was to be serious.
“I know why you’re not being as talkative to me.”
Echo furrowed his brows. “I am being talkative.”
You gave an ‘are you serious’ glance and watched his Adam's Apple bops slightly as he swallowed.
“Don’t lie to me Echo… I know it’s because of that waiter.” You watched as Echo tenses, his already tight jaw clenching. “Are you upset with me? I really didn’t realise he was flirting with me at the time.”
He sighed. “I’m not upset with you. I’m pissed off that they were flirting with you when I was sitting right there.” His tone is low, grunting as he spoke and folding his arms over his chest in a huff. “I mean, it made me feel invisible. That I’m just a man in a machine's body, like I’m some droid and therefore open to be ignored by everyone.”
With every word he says the more you feel your heart break into pieces.
“Hey hey hey.” You muster, kneeling down in front of him. “Don’t say that, please don’t ever say that. You are not a machine nor are you remotely a droid.”
“I don’t think it’s normal for a typical man to be able to hack into systems with my hand.” Echo refused to meet your eyes and you swore you saw the slight tremble of his lower lip as he spoke and ducking his head as if he was ashamed. “I’m not normal, I’m not enough for you.”
Your eyes glistened and you took a hold of his flesh hand and brought his knuckles to your lips, gently kissing them. “You’re more than enough. You’re what I want.”
Echo glances your way, a mix of hope yet disbelief in his soft eyes. “I don’t understand why.”
Tilting your head so your cheek rested along his palm as he gently cupped your face, you gave him
a soft smile before saying, “I picked to be with you for a reason. I adore how kind you are, how funny and protective you are. You have treated me better than anyone ever has… I love you for you.”
Blinking away the pain he had felt for a while, he looks down at you, lips pulled into a tight line. “I’ve been feeling this way for a while. I guess seeing him flirt with you pushed me over the edge. I didn’t mean to ignore you, I just - I don’t know what I was thinking. I love you so much.” He whispered your name which always sounded so wonderful from him but you were glad he was opening up to you.
After a few moments of you resting beside him, whispering sweet nothings, something in Echo enlightened. A warm smile painted his lips and he pulled you into his arms, securing you on his lap as he placed a loving kiss to your cheek, squishing it in the process.
“You make me so happy.”
“I’ll always pick you. Always you.” Your words were silenced as he tilted your head to face his, lips grazing over your own as he allowed you to kiss away his pain.
