A Gentleman Walks The Lady Home
Pairing: Jammer x reader
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Word count: 1,034
A/N: I found this fic a while back; I’m not entirely sure when I wrote it, but it’s cute so here you go
You were accustomed to sleepless nights. You had to be, with a war going on. There was always more work to be done and apparently you were the only one who would do it. No one ever said working in the Senate would be a low stress occupation, so you’d brought this on yourself really.
Whenever Jammer was on leave, he’d come visit you in your little office. The Guard was familiar with the sight of his blue and gray armor slipping through the halls and dodging senators and did their best to steer clear of him. His battalion had arrived on Coruscant late one night while you were still going over a new motion introduced that day by a rambling senator who just couldn’t seem to arrive at their point.
“It’s late, you know.”
You didn’t even flinch at the sound of his voice. Even when you didn’t know he was coming, he couldn’t surprise you anymore.
“So go to bed.”
Jammer’s helmet entered your field of vision when he set it on the edge of your desk and moved to stand behind you.
“You should sleep. I hear it’s pretty important for nat-borns.”
“You’re still human, Jammer. You need it too.”
His breath fanned over the back of your neck as he leaned forward to read the files you were going over.
“Hey. Senate business.”
You jerked the datapad away from him and glanced back with narrowed eyes. He always thought it was fun to try to sneak a peek at whatever confidential files you were working with, though you both knew he’d never say a word about it. He was loyal that way, avoiding anything that could get you in trouble.
“Then leave it here in the Senate building and go get some rest.”
“I still have more to do.”
“And you always will. A senator’s work is never done.”
You rolled your eyes at him.
“I’m not a senator.”
“You may as well be. Maybe when the war is over, you can be the senator for the clones. Represent our voice here.”
“Wouldn’t you want a clone to do that?”
“We aren’t meant for mind numbing politics. Odds are, we’d end up picking fights with the wrong people and ruining everything.”
You laughed softly at that. It was true that none of the clones were political. Even the Guard members would likely be a disaster in a senatorial setting; especially Fox or Staley.
“That’ll just have to be a conversation for another day then.”
Jammer took your concession and stepped back from your chair to grab his helmet again. Once you were standing as well, he offered his arm.
“C’mere sweetheart. Let me walk you home.”
You slipped your arm through his and turned off the lights, closing the door behind you as you left. Staley was posted by the nearest exit and gave you a little wave as you walked past. You returned it and Jammer did the same.
“See you tomorrow, Commander.”
“You’ll see Bex, Staley.” Under his breath, he added, “With any luck, I’ll be far away from both of you.”
You smirked at the memory of the first time you’d seen the chaotic guard and the troublesome trooper together. They’d been running at full speed away from a trooper in the 212th who was threatening to strangle them with the blacks they’d covered with itching powder. Bex had nearly crashed right into you, but Staley yanked him aside just in time. Despite your moment of surprise, you’d recovered quickly and let them slip through your open door to hide in your office. Jammer had been more annoyed than anyone when he found out about it later.
Jammer knew the way to your apartment by heart. You made your way through the dark in comfortable silence, taking in the cool air and distant sounds of traffic. You were lucky to have a relatively close place. Extravagance had never been your style, so it was a small and simple apartment. You were rather sentimental though, so each shelf was crowded with figurines, statues, or old toys. The walls were covered with pictures of your loved ones and friends. Jammer had hardly been able to speak when he noticed the most common figure after yourself was him.
When you reached your door, Jammer waited for you to unlock it. He never left until he was sure you’d made it safely into your apartment.
“Thank you for walking me home Jammer. You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to. Can’t have my future senator getting mugged or something. The city is a dangerous place.”
“Pretty sure the warzones you go to are worse.”
“I’d say it’s up for debate.”
He gave you one of his rare smiles. The one that made his scar look softer and seemed to shine in the dim light.
“Now go to bed for me. Please.”
You gave a dramatic sigh as you threw your head back.
“I suppose I can do that. I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”
“Absolutely. I’ll have meditation with the general, and I’ll have to write up a report.”
“Well you’re always welcome to do that in my office. I didn’t put a cozy chair in there for nothing.”
The commander nodded. He was always a little thrown off when you did things like that. He just wasn’t used to someone going out of their way to do something kind for him.
“Alright. Now go inside and lock the door.”
You did so and leaned back against it. As quiet as it was, it was easy to hear Jammer’s voice through the door.
“It’s locked?”
“Yep.”
“And you’re going to bed now?”
“Yes, mom.”
You didn’t need to see him to know he was rolling his eyes.
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Jammer.”
You drifted off to sleep soon after, thinking of the commander you so dearly loved. Jammer made his way back to the barracks, where his brothers were settling into their cuddle pile. They shifted around until he was in the middle with them. None of them needed to ask where he’d been and he was glad they didn’t. It just gave him the peace and quiet necessary to fall asleep thinking of you.