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This time it's Wolffe and Catrin. They share an intimate moment, but this is a moment of vulnerability and friendship.
Also, bonus art for this one!
For more about Catrin, you can read my longfic over on AO3 called Tales from Asha.
Summary: Wolffe tries to comfort Catrin right after the Battle of Geonosis. Catrin's in shock after witnessing so many clones killed in battle.
Warnings & Triggers: Grief, talk of war and death.
Words: 882
Wolffe stared at her in concern. He’d never seen her like this, like she had lost all hope. The way she turned and looked at him, tears filling her eyes, it broke his heart in a way he had never experienced.
“Trin…” He said hoarsely, taking a step towards her, his arm outstretched.
“They…the dying clones…they called out my name. That’s what Bly said. As they… died on the battlefield… many of them called out for me.” She lamented. “I couldn’t save them all.”
Catrin’s knees gave out and she sank to the floor, her sorrow finally overtaking her. She buried her face in her hands as the tears broke out of her like a dam that could no longer hold back the flood waters. Wolffe dove after her falling form, his armoured knees clattering on the hard floor’s surface. He gathered her up, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her to his chest.
“You saved who you could, Trin. You saved so many.” He tried to comfort her as he held her shaking body.
Catrin let out a wailing sound, so full of anguish, it threatened to break Wolffe as well. Tears fell silently from his own eyes as he cradled her, his arms wrapped protectively around her. She sobbed into his solid form, his presence the only thing holding her together in that moment, as the feeling of her heart fracturing into a million pieces tore through her very being.
He wasn’t prepared to see Catrin, a woman he cared for like a sister, in this kind of torment. A pain so deep in her soul, he could do nothing to help her. Wolffe felt utterly useless in that moment, a sensation he’d never felt before.
Wolffe had no idea how long they stayed like that on the floor, with him holding her as she sobbed uncontrollably into his chest. He didn’t care. He’d be there for her as long as she needed him to be. Like she had done for him when he was a young cadet. It was the only reference point he had for comforting someone dealing with grief. He held her now, the way she had once held him when he wept over the death of a fellow cadet after a training simulation that had gone horribly wrong. The same training simulation that had given Tinker the scar on his chin and Banter his permanent stutter.
Catrin’s sobbing finally started to subside as Wolffe noticed the sun setting from the view through the windows. Still he held her, just as tightly now as the first moment she crumpled to the floor. He didn’t want to let go of her, like he was all that was holding her together.
She leaned back slowly, tilting her head up to look at him. Wolffe tried to offer her a reassuring smile, but the corners of his mouth wouldn’t cooperate. He didn’t know what to say to help her, or how to offer her some kind of comfort. All he could do was gaze into her grief stricken eyes, trying to emote his strength to her, to show his support.
Wolffe realised how precious a moment it had become. Not one of romance, but something else, family. Her raw emotion and vulnerability, a side of her that no other clone had ever seen, was his to experience. Catrin had held it together through the whole battle, through the long trip back to Kamino, even in the hangar bay with Bly and the others. It was only back in her quarters, she had let herself fall to pieces in front of him, and only him. Catrin had let him hold her while she poured out her grief in his arms. Despite how awkward Wolffe felt, a warmth bloomed in his chest at the thought that she had this level of trust with him.
Catrin rested her forehead on his, her body still trembling slightly. “Thank you.” She whispered, her voice a ghost of its former self.
“I’ll always be here for you, Trin.” He told her, his own voice barely above a whisper. His eyes locked with hers as he swore this oath.
She shifted, wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him. His own arms tightened around her. Wolffe found comfort in their embrace. Two souls, processing their grief together.
“I don’t want to get used to this feeling,” She murmured, pain in her words, “but now we’re at war, I fear it will become a part of our everyday lives.”
“It’s what we’re meant for.” Wolffe said, but his words lacked their usual conviction.
“It’s not right.” She pulled back, fixing him with a determined stare. “You should get to choose the life you want.”
“I’d still choose to fight.” Wolffe told her.
“Of course you would.” She said, a small smile playing at the edge of her lips. Wolffe smiled back at her, their precious moment coming to an end. He slowly got to his feet, helping her up with him, keeping a reassuring hand under her elbow, just in case.
Wolffe guided her to the small kitchen and sat her at one of the chairs by the counter. He made himself busy making her favourite tea. It felt like the right thing to do at that moment.
Plo Koon after noticing how crappy the Trooper ID photos are in their files decides to organize a GAR-wide "Picture Day" like we had in school where uniforms had to be worm but you could add little touches like Boost walking in with a lil clip on bowtie or Tup with a pretty hair ribbon.
Plo proceeding to stand there, dip a comb in water, and give Wolffe a little comb over while he stands there grumbling before getting his photo taken
The camera man confused, because he was told it was a family photo day so he brought his little hand puppets to entertain what he thought would be children, uses Barry the Bantha puppet to tell jokes to Dogma who refuses to smile on demand until the 5th Bantha joke gets him to let out the biggest laugh and CLICK! New photo
