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For Wrecker Wednesday, my last love story
A run-in with Wrecker at the market leads to a physiotherapy treatment that becomes complicated. Wrecker is completely insecure about his body.
NSFW +18 EXPLICIT
Sixx:A.M. · Modern Vintage · Song · 2014
His relaxation contrasted sharply with your tension and excitement. Your eyes kept lingering unconsciously on his firm backside, and you forced yourself to look away, along with all the sinful thoughts that crossed your mind. "Focus, damn it! You're a professional, you can't let yourself be carried away by a whim..." You constantly scolded yourself for not being able to concentrate. Your professional ethics were at stake, and you couldn't throw away so many years of hard work and the months it had taken to get the clinic up and running. With a ragged sigh, you focused your attention on finding the injury and relaxing those muscles that were making you lose your composure. Wrecker noticed your tension and raised his head to glance at you.
Notes: A bit of a content warning: THE SCENE from season 1 episode 7.
Here's my comeback of the century I guess lol
Word Count: ~4.4k
Banner by: @/blackseafoam
The Marauder whirred intently while in hyperspace. Destination: Bracca.
It had barely reached twenty hours since Rex’s departure when he contacted the squad with a location the excision of the chips could be performed. It wouldn’t be a long trip, but it left just enough time for some second thoughts and headaches.
Wrecker grabbed at his head with a groan, one of his legs bouncing anxiously. His headache seemed to be never-ending since it flared yesterday. Tech working on the chip scanner only steps away from him wasn’t very helpful either. After a few more moments of looking over between the scanner in Tech’s hand Shot studying her datapad, he couldn’t help but stand up and argue again.
“I don’t like this plan,” Wrecker complained to Hunter, putting a hand on his head as his brother joins the group.
“We agreed to meet Rex on Bracca,” Hunter firmly reminded, patting Wrecker’s shoulder in support, “That’s what we’re doing.”
Wrecker moved his hand from his head as he pointed over at Shot, “She wants to cut open my head!” His eyes flicker over in her direction after his continued complaints.
“All of our heads actually,” Tech added more as a fact rather than a complaint before going back to work on the scanner.
Shot, without looking up from her datapad, responded with a stale chuckle. “I guess you could say I’m going to pick your brains.”
There was a beat of silence and stares that made Shot’s eyes lift from her datapad to see the tough crowd.
“… That was funny—”
“Not when you’re actually gonna do it!” Wrecker argued, quickly dropping it at he holds his head with a groan.
Shot’s smile drops at the response and shifts into more concern at his condition before going back to her datapad. They needed to get this done soon.
“Well, she doesn’t have to cut into mine,” Omega continued from where the original conversation left off, switching the tools in Tech’s hand for him, “I don’t have an inhibitor chip.”
Wrecker got a bit more huffy at this. “Why not?” He interrogated with a finger pointed at her face before going back to his complaints, “Now, that’s not fair!” The large clone went right back to pouting, crossing his arms with a deep frown.
Hunter brushed off his brother’s behavior. “How’s the chip scanner coming?” He asked Tech, hoping for some good news.
“Since Rex’s chip was removed, I am able to establish a baseline by comparing his brain scan to ours, along with all diagnostics on Wrecker Shot has provided with her own equipment,” Tech answered, barely glancing up from the scanner as he spoke while stepping to the cockpit, “Allowing for the detection of any cellular anomaly.”
Hunter raised a brow at Tech with a questioning stare until Omega translated.
“He means, ‘It’s almost finished,’” she said with a grin, hopping down from her chair to follow Tech.
Hunter gave Omega a nod before turning his attention to Shot. “And you’re sure you can do this?” he asked with masked caution.
Shot stood up, tucking her datapad into her pouch as she looked to Hunter with a determined glint in her eyes. “In general terms, yes, I’m confident in my abilities,” she simply stated, now standing between Hunter and Wrecker.
“Good,” Hunter stated in a similar tone to Shot, “If Rex is sure of this working, then we have to trust him. And in turn, trust you.”
“You’re all in good hands, Hunter,” Shot reassured with a softer smile. It was a different kind of smile. More hospitable. Not like a medic telling them to toughen up while tending their wound, but rather a nurse ensuring they’re taken care of under the worst circumstances. Somehow, the latter was more unnerving to Wrecker and didn’t seem to faze Hunter. Or rather, Hunter didn’t have a choice but to trust it.
After Hunter and Shot’s conversation faded with him walking to the cockpit, Wrecker reached out to grab Shot. His hand retracted last second with his fingers tapping her shoulder. Her shoulder shot up for a moment before relaxing, remembering Wrecker being the only one behind her. She turned to face him, her face more neutral than before.
“Yeah?” Shot asked.
“I…” Wrecker tried to find the words, pulling his hand to his neck, “I’m sorry I yelled at ya. I-I’m just—”
“Wrecker, you’re fine,” she interrupted with a more usual smile, “I shouldn’t have joked like that—”
“No, it’s not— You can joke!” He caught her before she could finish, hands out in front of him while shaking his head. He brought his hands back to his sides with a more shameful sigh, “I’m just nervous… Tell me that joke again later and I’ll laugh louder than I ever have before!”
Shot couldn’t stop the chortle in her nose before a more prominent chuckle left her mouth. “I was just trying to lighten the mood,” she further explained, her laughter dying, “Don’t worry about it. Really. I need you to just take it easy until we get it over with.”
Like music to his ears. It was probably the most distinct laugh he’s heard from Shot, and it was over his stupid attempt to apologize. That didn’t stop his grin from returning with the loudest thumping of his heart as he stared down at the medic. “Got it, Shot,” he, as casually as he could, confirmed with her.
The Marauder shortly landed on Bracca, Echo navigating it near the beacon Rex put out. Over dozens of retired and rusted vessels, cruisers, and ships laid out all across the planet. The squad followed out one-by-one with Hunter leading the charge.
“Right on time,” Rex said, giving Hunter a firm handshake.
“How’s a junk planet gonna help us?” Wrecker asked as he walked up behind the group.
Rex placed his helmet back over his head, pointing behind him as he spoke, “Follow me.” He led the group out of the landing pad they docked their ships in and up the wrecked ship to look out at the junk. “Bracca may not be much to look at, but it has everything we need,” He opened, pointing towards another ship below as he explained further, “I had my inhibitor chip taken out on a Jedi cruiser just like that. That’s where we’re heading.”
Not liking the long hike ahead of them, Wrecker complained loudly, “Then why did we land all the way over here?”
The whirr of a nearby hovercraft soon caught their attention.
“Everyone down,” Hunter urged as he crouched down low.
As the squad eyed the distant vehicle, Rex answered Wrecker’s question with a, “That’s why.”
Tech lowered his visor to get a better look at the humanoids examining the rusted shuttle. “It’s the Scrapper Guild,” He stated.
“They control this entire planet,” Rex further explained, turning over his shoulder to look at those behind him as he continued, “We need to keep out of sight from their patrols.” He scanned the path ahead for a moment before motioning with his hand, command following, “Let’s move.”
Moving swiftly and closely behind Rex, the squad found cover in the retired ship. Echo and Rex led the charge with Shot trailing right behind them. She tuned out most of the conversation as she replayed procedures in her mind. Countless scenarios flashed across her mind in an instant of every single complication that could occur. What weighed on her most was the outcome. Shot knew the risks of an excision and was now factoring in the environment she would be performing it in. Not ideal, but what other options did they have?
“Shot?”
Her head tilted towards the voice that called to her. “Yes? Sorry,” she quickly replied.
Echo eyed her under his helmet before continuing, “I was just telling Rex how you found us.”
Rex looked back at the medic, “It’s true? The Empire is hiring soldiers now?”
“Simply put, yes,” Shot answered, “I didn’t realize what I was getting into. So, I faked my death to get away. Now, I’m here.”
“Oh, so that was your ship wrecked on Ord Mantell?” Rex pushed, almost entertained.
“Not exactly my ship, but yes,” Shot shrugged.
“Impressive,” he complimented before going back to his original concern. “The Empire enlisting a new military of recruits seems concerning… I would watch your backs and stay on high alert.”
Hunter quickly added, “We already stay on high alert. Better safe than sorry.”
A faint groan from behind Shot caught her attention. She turned back to see Wrecker holding a hand to his head, shaking it from time to time. Letting herself fall to the back of the group, she walked almost in step with him.
“Worse or the usual?”
“Eh, it’s fine,” he shrugged off, not taking his hand away.
“Worse. Got it,” she smugly replied.
“I didn’t say that!” Wrecker quickly retorted.
“Wrecker, I’ve treated you long enough to know when you’re lying,” Shot explained to him.
He groaned lightly, “Yeah… But I’ll be fine, right?” He tilts his head to face her.
Shot looked to the ground first before forcing herself to look up at Wrecker, “You should be fine if all goes well.”
“That’s not a yes,” he replied, his words sounding like a frown.
“I can’t be sure…” she said, gnawing the inside of her lip before patting his arm, “And I refuse to lie to you. I’ll do my best.”
Wrecker’s headache and worry didn’t seem to ease at her words. He sighed heavily, trying to work up his courage about this whole surgery. Shot sensed the dissatisfaction in his demeanor. It took her a moment to think of a proposal that may satisfy him.
“When we go back to Ord Mantell after the excisions, I’ll make that tea again,” Shot offered.
“Really?” Wrecker asked, seeming to light up from before.
“If I find the right ingredients, yes. If that gives you something to look forward to,” a faint smile could be heard in her voice.
A smile crept onto his face along with the red in his cheeks, “Oh yeah!”
Shot couldn’t help the larger grin reaching her lips at his excitement.
Integrated back in the middle of the squad and engrossed in her datapad, Shot stepped along while using her peripherals to guide her. She was doing everything she can to prevent any complications, even if that meant reviewing and researching excisions at all times while mumbling back the steps and procedure. All other conversation became completely muffled to her ears.
Taking a few steps forward after rounding a corner, Shot bumped directly into Tech’s back after he stopped abruptly. Tearing her gaze from her data pad, she noticed the sudden drop off before them and engaged back in the conversation as she clipped her pad back to her armor.
“The medical bay’s at the other end,” Rex explained before looking for a solution to bridge or cross the extensive ravine before them. He shined a light on a nearby yellow cable to his right. “Wrecker, grab that cable.”
Wrecker kneeled down and took the cable into his hands. He looked back at the bunched up excess lying together at the other end of the platform they stood on and then up at Rex as he spoke. “This? W-Why? W-What are you gonna do with it?” He asked, an apparent anxiety in his tone.
Shot let out a heavy sigh at the sight of not only the gap they had to cross, but the answer to their problem. She watched the trial and error of the squad attaching the cable to the other end of the platform and the further anxiety that stirred in Wrecker. Every extra step they took lead to more stress that would further affect his nerves and make the process more uncomfortable than it had to be. The only thing she could do was support him.
The medic let most of the others go before her, opting to stay back with Wrecker until he was ready to go. Or, that was her original plan. As Omega made it to the other side, Shot placed a hand on his back as she looked up at him.
Echo called out from the other side. “Alright, who’s up next?”
“Uh…” Wrecker started, looking down at the water as he tried to back up. The medic’s hand stopped him from moving.
“I’ll go,” Shot called out, taking her hand away from Wrecker. She stepped towards the cable and tilted her head over to glance back at the larger clone. “You’ll be fine. Don’t back out now.”
Wrecker swallowed and gave her a nod, watching as she maneuvered onto the cable and pulled herself to the other side slowly but surely. Towards the end, the cable shifted, but remained in tact as she unlocked her legs from the cable and dropped onto the platform.
Shot turned back and shined her flashlight in Wrecker’s direction. “Your turn!”
“Yeah, my head doesn’t hurt anymore!” Wrecker started to call out, backing further to the wall behind him as he grabbed at the side of his head, “I’m fine! You guys go without me!”
Omega beat the medic to the punch as she confidently shouted out some words of encouragement. “You can do it! Just keep your eyes on the cable!”
Wrecker let out another nervous groan as he looked to the cable.
“You’re so close to getting this over with, Wrecker! Then you don’t have to worry about it anymore!” Shot shouted after Omega. “We won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
With the last bit of encouragement he needed, Wrecker grunts as he reached down for the cable. He shook the nerves from himself as he grabbed on. Swinging himself onto the cable, his weight immediately caused it to dip down lower than it had for the others. He let out another anxious breath as he began pulling himself towards the squad.
“Woah!” After only a two pulls, his feet slipped from the cable and left him dangling by the grip his hands had on it for a moment. He tilted his head back at the squad. “That was close!”
As if he tempted fate himself with only his words, the cable suddenly dislodged itself from its secure spot on the now empty platform. Wrecker screamed out as he fell with the cable, getting swung into the wall before down further into the ravine. Before he could hit the water, the cable snagged his leg in a perfect knot just at his ankle. He shook off his nerves once more before reaching up at the cable to get a better hold on it.
Nearly the entire squad all felt their heart hit the furthest pit in their stomach before leaning over to see and hear Wrecker attempting to climb back up.
Rex called out first. “Are you all right?”
Wrecker gagged once the smell from the waters finally hit his nose before answering. “No! Smell’s awful down here!”
Shot took a small breath at his humor before seeing a larger shadow within the water.
“What’s that?” Omega asked with concern, seeing the same thing as the medic.
“Wrecker, start climbing!” Hunter called out as calmly as he could to not disturb his brother further.
Wrecker got another breath in as he shouted back. “Why?!”
“Just do as you’re told!” Shot shouted back with more urgency, not caring about masking the situation anymore.
Before he got a chance to react, a tongue darted out of the deep waters. It wrapped around the large clone in an instant and slowly tugged before snatching him into the water.
Omega stared down with a gasp and fear-ridden face as she exclaimed, “Wrecker!”
Hunter and Shot both scrambled up to their feet at the sight. They couldn’t waste any more time.
“Grab the cable. Get him up!” Hunter commanded as he took hold and started pulling.
Shot was situated behind Tech as she tugged before Echo joined behind her. The fact that they were able to start pulling him up was already relieving to her scrambled mind. It was very short-lived when the cable started pulling back against them, dragging the squad back towards the ledge despite their efforts. The stress came back in full force when the resistance reduced to nothing and sent them falling back onto the ground.
“Wrecker!” Rex called down with a layer of concern on his words.
The rest of the squad started to join Omega and Rex at the ledge to peer down into the water, but Shot remained at the cable. She stood and stared at the back of their heads, her own breath fogging up her visor. Besides Echo, Wrecker was the only other one she felt comfortable with. The only one who welcomed her from the beginning besides Omega. One of the first men she felt fully comfortable with in a long time.
Now, Wrecker was somewhere in the water possibly already eaten by whatever creature lurked.
Until she felt the cable tug back.
“Pull!” Omega shouted, now seeing Wrecker climbing up the cable.
Without another thought, the squad went back to pulling the cable. As she pulled, Shot steadied her breathing as she heard blasts fire out from Echo’s blaster. Her breaths didn’t fully settle until she saw Rex and Omega helping Wrecker onto the platform.
“What was… that?” Wrecker asked, coughing up the water and stench that clogged his throat. He took a gasp of air in as he laid against the ground.
Rex breathed out in relief before chuckling. “Makes you miss battling clankers, doesn’t it?”
Wrecker looked up at Rex as he spoke then groaned. “Yeah,” he said simply, laying his head back down for another moment.
Shot stepped forward and knelt down by Wrecker, taking his helmet off and watched the small bit of water fall. She set it to the side as Wrecker flipped onto his back to look up at her.
“Can’t give up yet, right?” He sent her a small smile with a laugh.
Shot let out a sigh of relief finally before turning her gaze away from Wrecker. “Right. Let’s get this over with.”
After recovering from that incident, the squad rounded a corner and stepped down the hallway to find the medbay of the ship. Tech walked in first, shining his light around and watching a rat scurry up the wall.
“This will do nicely,” said Rex as he walked in, removing his helmet to get a better look at the room.
“I would no longer call this medical bay a sterile environment,” Tech observed with mild distaste.
Rex stepped further into the room as he spoke with sarcasm. “Do you prefer to use the facility on Kamino?”
“This will do nicely.”
Shot pulled her helmet off as she eyed the medical bay for herself. She gripped the sides of her helmet before feeling a light pat on her shoulder, turning to see Echo with a firm yet comforting stare.
“I’ll calibrate the surgical pod.” He assured as he bent down to the controls, inserting his scomp-link into the system.
The medic watched the lights flicker on as the systems booted up. “Let me know if you need any assistance,” she offered before setting her helmet down on the floor by the console.
She pulled her pack off as her gaze turned to Wrecker sitting on the edge of the table as soon as he stepped into the room. She frowned after watching Omega remove his helmet, seeing the amount of distress in his face as he rubbed his head. After setting her pack down, Shot stepped over to the two and put a hand on Wrecker’s shoulder, looking down at Omega and giving her a reassuring smile. “I’ve got it from here.”
Omega looked up at Shot with upturned brows, a worried frown plastered on her face. She reluctantly takes a step back as she looks to the ground in deep thought.
Shot removed Wrecker’s pack and handed it over to Hunter. She rubbed her hand against Wrecker and gave him another calming smile.
Wrecker stared up at her with squinted eyes and upturned brows. The pain was getting harder to push through at every second, doubling his stress even with the medic’s attempt to comfort him.
“Time to get scanned, Wrecker,” Tech said as he joined Shot at the table with the scanner.
Reluctantly pulling his gaze from Shot, he glanced over at Tech with a groan. “Let’s,” he clenched his jaw as he forced the words out, “Get this over with.” As he pulled his hand away from his head, a throb made him softly nudge Shot’s arm away from his shoulder.
The medic stood aside for Tech to apply the scanner to Wrecker’s head. Her brows furrowed at his dismissal of her touch. That wasn’t like him.
The device began to whir and ring as Tech viewed the scan from his datapad, earning a loud, displeasured groan from Wrecker.
Shot crouched down to make eye contact with him. Those eyes were in pain. Her eyes scanned his face and could see how he trembled, his hands shaking as one lifted to his head again. She gave him another reassuring smile as she bit back her worries. “As soon as we find this, I can help you. You’re almost there,” she coaxed in a gentle tone.
Wrecker’s jaw clenched tighter as he gave her a nod. Every noise produced by the data pad and the scanner only irritated him more as he breathed out more grunts through his nose. He kept his eyes planted on Shot’s as he searched her face for any kind of distraction.
“Just close your eyes, Wrecker,” Shot soothed, seeing his longing for it all to be over.
His eyes shut tightly closed with another groan as he gripped the side of his head. His breathing became more staggered the more the scan continued.
Just as Shot was about to say some more affirmations, Tech’s data pad beeped rhythmically.
“I think I found something,” Tech verified.
Shot lifted herself up from the ground and looked over the data pad with the others. She pointed to the spot directed, interrupting Tech as he opened his mouth to explain. “Like I hypothesized. Roughly 90 degrees from his right orbital floor below the parietal and temporal intersection,” she clarified before a louder grunt from Wrecker caught her attention.
“Get that away from me,” he grimaced with malice, pulling the scanner off of his head and shoving it back to Tech. He let out a strained sound of pain as he held his head in both his hands.
“We need to speed this up,” Rex warned, as he eyed Wrecker with a deep worry, as if he were remembering his past experiences regarding the chip.
“I’m on it,” Shot muttered as she opened one of her pouches and pulled out a few items for sedation. She readied her device for injection as the sounds of Wrecker’s excruciating pain filled the room. The surgical pod fully powered with a deep whir as the lights brightened in the pod. She set the device down on top of the console for the pod as she stepped over, glancing to Echo. “Let me finish up calibrations.”
Echo nodded and stepped away from the console, allowing Shot to take over. As she began to type, she completely ignored any conversations happening around her. She could make out bits and pieces about the order given and resisting the chips, but nothing else specific. It didn’t take the medic a second longer to finish set up before picking up the injection device and moving back in front of Wrecker.
Shot looked down at him as he grunted and grumbled in pain, mild growls emitting from the back of his throat. “One last prick and it’s over,” she attempted to coax while flicking the device, “Trust me.” She gave him one more gentle smile before lowering the device towards his neck.
Only to be stopped by his hand tightly gripping her wrist before she could move any closer.
The medic froze for a moment at the touch. Her eyes widened as her chest tightened. “Wrecker… Easy…” She tried to coax one more time, a shake apparent in her voice. She couldn’t tell if his grip was instinctual fear or primal rage.
Both their hands shook in the grip. Shot started to bring her other hand up to touch Wrecker’s around her wrist that was struggling to hold onto the device.
Wrecker’s head hung low and his brows furrowed. His eyes refused to look up at Shot. The throbbing, the ringing, the panging just wouldn’t stop. The impulse grew louder and louder. He let out one more grunt as he shut his eyes, her words muffled in his ears. He couldn’t keep fighting.
His other hand swung up and gripped the medic by the throat, as if sensing her movements. His grip only tightened as he stared up through his brows.
Shot dropped the device in an instant and froze as she gripped at his wrist connected to the hand around her neck. Her eyes welled with tears as she choked, not being able to get any words out as she stared back at the large clone she thought she’d known. Her mind went blank. The medic was immediately brought back to her worst moments.
It only got worse as Wrecker stood, lifting the medic up further by her neck. “Conspiring with traitors makes you guilty of treason,” he snarled at Shot, his expression unchanging.
The medic felt the tears roll down her cheeks. She should know that it isn’t his fault, but she can’t help but feel betrayed. She allowed herself to be vulnerable with him. She allowed herself vulnerability. The small light she gained in her eyes depleted once again.
Not another conscious thought could run through her mind before Wrecker charged his arm and tossed her into Tech against the metal lockers, effectively knocking them out.
Notes: Yes, I kissed the brick before I threw it <3
Dude... I had the weirdest dream last night... I woke up and barely remember any of it, but I remembered some of the "plot" of the dream, and it was the good guys were... pimping out (as in, prostitusion) the villains.
And by "good guys" I just remember freaking Wrecker (of all people) doing it.
Sadly, I don't remember which villains, but I'm gonna assume is SW villains for... idk, "plot" consistency lol (Rampart has to earn that captain uniform).
Also there was a Marauder with a fuzzy and pink/purple exterior, like a giant, Marauder shaped, fuzzy dice... I don't why, but it was there.
And now the idea of Wrecker dressed with that cartoony/parody pimp outfit is paying rent in my head. And he can pay it all right, considering all the money his imperial villains are getting him.
