My friend's neighbor is a retired Navy Seal Commander and he keeps chickens. This made me think of Cody retiring and enjoying some of his own. Happy Veteran's Day to everyone who served
Chapters: 7/7
Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch - Relationship
Characters: CT-9901 | Hunter, CT-9904 | Crosshair, CT-9903 | Wrecker, CT-9902 | Tech, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Batcher the Lurca Hound (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: Older and Wider, Family Fluff, Humour, Au everyone lives, POV Alternating, Slightly poetic narrative, Sergeant Saturday, Sniper Sunday, Wrecker Wednesday, Tech Tuesday, Echo Tales, Trooper Thursday, older clones, Tales from Pabu
Series: Part 62 of Tales from Pabu, Part 29 of Sergeant Saturday, Part 34 of Sniper Sunday, Part 19 of Wrecker Wednesday, Part 34 of Tech Tuesday, Part 15 of Echo Tales, Part 31 of Trooper Thursday
Summary:
They are all older now. Much older, true, but it’s all still pretty good in many ways.
Hiya, huge fan of your fics! My faves are probably the HunterxFives ones! Would you be willing to do a Polybatch fic with maybe an older Omega getting sent on a mission and coming home hurt and getting nursed back to health or being watched over as she heals? I just know the batch would be so over protective and worried for her!
Healing
“I should call her.”
“No, you shouldn’t.” Crosshair huffs, crossing his arms as he chews on a toothpick, watching Hunter pace back and fourth.
“Calling her once won’t make a difference.” Hunter huffs, sliding his hands through his grey hair.
“Maybe not, but from my calculations you have called her four times already, not including the three times we have stopped you from calling her, not including right now.” Tech says, looking at his datapad.
“But what if she’s hurt?” Hunter asks softly.
“She’s 20 years old, Hunter. And she’s been on missions before.” Echo chuckles. “You always do this, and every time she’s fine. We trained her well.”
“Yeah! She’ll be home soon and we’ll get to have a pile!” Wrecker grins as he pulls Crosshair close and places a kiss on his cheek, smiling at the laugh.
Echo wraps his arms around Hunter. “You’re just a worrier.” He says softly, kissing his head. “She’ll be fine. And we almost always go with her, so let her have this.” He nuzzles at Hunters ear.
“Besides-“ another sets of arms belonging to Tech wrap around them. “We are undoubtedly getting older. Someday we won’t be able to go with her, so this is good.” He explains, sounding unhappy about it though. They have definitely all aged, grey with wrinkles. Crosshair and Hunter both have beards, while Wrecker and Echo have goatees and Tech has stubble now.
“Don’t remind me.” Hunter groans. “Knee aches worse every year.”
“Don’t remind any of us, jerk.” Crosshair calls from where he’s cuddling with Wrecker. “We know were old.”
“We’ll find a cure.” Wrecker hums, hope in his voice. “I know we will.”
“We will.” Crosshair pats his shoulder.
Echo hums as he presses soft kisses down Hunter’s neck, as he watches Tech start to massage Hunter’s hips. “Lets just relax Hunter, you need it.” He says softly.
“I could use some cuddles.” Hunter admits, smiling softly when Tech kisses the other side of his neck and he starts melting into the two men at his sides-
“Guys!” Phee runs in. “It’s Omega! She’s hurt.”
Everyones blood runs cold.
“What?” Crosshair asks, frozen.
“She’s hurt! It’s bad, you have to come!” Phee yells and grabs Crosshair and Wrecker and starts running, dragging them behind her frantically.
That gets everyone moving and Hunter, Tech and Echo all run after them. They can see Crosshair and Wrecker getting onto their feet and they’re running right behind phee. They’re all terrified. How could this happen?
“What happened?” Crosshair hisses as he runs right behind Phee, looking angry but he’s actually absolutely fucking terrifed.
“We don’t know, she just landed and didn’t come out of the ship so I went in to check, there was blood all over and she had multiple stab wounds in her abdomen.” Phee explains as they get to the medbay.
“I should have called!” Hunter yells, tears pricking at his eyes. “I should have… Should have went with her.” He whimpers as they get to the medbay finally and he runs in, immediately seeing Omega on a bed. “Omega!” He shoves past Wrecker, Crosshair and Phee, dropping hard onto his knees at Omega’s bedside when he slips. He snarls in pain, knowing that will hurt him like hell later but he can’t bring it in himself to care as he forces himself back up and gently looks her over. “Oh baby girl.”
The others are all looking at their daughter, tears in their eyes as they see how pale she is. There are dark circles under Omega’s eyes, and bandages around her stomach.
“Oh force.” Wrecker whimpers, going to Omega’s other side and sitting in a chair as he takes her hand in his.
“What is her diagnosis?” Tech asks urgently, grabbing the records off the front of her hospital bed and flipping through them.
“She was stabbed in the stomach and lost a lot of blood, no one knows how she even managed to pilot herself back home.” Phee sighs sadly. “Just give her time. Let her heal up, we’re hoping she’s going to make a full recovery.
Echo comes and pulls up a chair for him and Hunter. “We’ll be staying here with her.” He says immediately, looking up to see Crosshair has left. But he knows why, they all do. He’s going to grab Omega’s things.
Omega’s groan startles everyone, and her eyes flutter open to look around slightly. Her vision is blurry and she doesn’t feel fully there. “D-Dad…” she looks up at Wrecker. She has different names for each of the bad batch, Wrecker is Dad, Hunter is Buir, Echo is Papa, Crosshair is Da and Tech is Daddy.
“Omega.” Wrecker sniffles and kisses her head.
“Oh force, hi baby girl.” Hunter whispers, petting her hair softly. “Oh force.”
Omega looks up at him slowly, looking tired. “‘Urts.” She slurs, shivering softly as she looks down at her stomach.
“No no, don’t look.” Wrecker says softly and tips her head back up to him. “Hey, we’re all here. Well, your Da went to get yer things but he’ll be back soon.” He promises. “You just rest up.”
Omega frowns softly and looks over at Tech. “Da-Daddy? How bad?” She croaks out, starting to get tired again.
Tech hums softly, looking over her chart. “That’s not something you need to be concerned about at the moment as you are in pain and tired, for now you just need to rest.” He says softly and gently holds her foot. “I would hold your hand but it seems your Dad and Buir stole them first.” He adjust his goggles and huffs.
Omega chuckles. “Thats ‘Kay.” She says, wheezing and starting to cough hard.
“Shhh, shhh.” Hunter hushes. “Just rest.”
Echo hums. “I’ll hold your foot too.” He smiles softly and gently takes Omega’s foot. “Our silly girl, you just rest.” He says softly.
Crosshair walks in with a backpack and Lula, pausing. “She’s awake?” He asks softly, walking over.
“Da.” Omega murmurs, starting to drift off. “Hi.” She smiles softly, eyes feeling heavy.
“A little.” Echo says softly.
Crosshair smiles. “Well she can’t sleep without Lula.” He says softly, walking over to her and gently placing Lula in her arms. “Now you rest, you look exhausted.” He kisses her head.
Omega nods, yawning softly. “‘Kay.” She murmurs and drifts back off immediately.
Crosshair sighs. “That’s a good sign, right?” He asks softly. “That she was awake.”
“Yes, it was a very good sign.” Tech hums softly.
“That’s great.” Crosshair’s voice shakes, this has scared him so much.
“She’s okay.” Hunter whispers. “She’s okay.” He needs to keep telling himself, and the others. Their baby girl got hurt. It’s terrifying.
“She is.” Echo whispers. “And we’ll make sure that after this she’ll have a bit more training.” He promises. “But no missions until she’s better, agreed?”
Everyone looks at eachother. “Agreed.” They all say at once.
xxx
“I’m fine to get it myself.” Omega sighs, trying to get up.
“Don’t you dare, girly.” Crosshair hisses, gently pushing her back down. “You are still hurt, I’ll get you your water.” He gently tucks her back in.
“But Da-“
“Don’t but Da me.” Crosshair huffs. “You’re still recovering, and we don’t want your healing pushed back cause we made you stubborn.” He chuckles and pets her head. “You scared us.”
“I know I did, Da.” Omega sighs. “I know.” She sighs.
Crosshair kisses her head. “Just heal up, kiddo.” He smiles. “That’s all we ask.”
“I’m trying.” Omega smiles tiredly. “I’m trying so hard.”
“I made soup!” Wrecker comes in, setting the tray in Omegas lap.
“Thanks dad.” Omega smiles and sips at the soup, humming happily. “It tastes amazing.”
Hunter, Echo and Tech all come in.
“What?” Omega is confused.
“Movie night, got your favourite horror films.” Hunter grins.
“And snacks.” Tech hums.
“And blankets!” Echo finishes.
Omega laughs, smiling a bright, but tired smile. With her dads here, she knows she’ll be okay. They’re the best.
It just hit me thats any clones alive during the Obi-wan Kenobi series are biologically in their 40's and older. All because of their kriffing increased ageing. Bloody suckerpunch me in the gut.
