#tech x medic reader

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My Pretty Flower |Tech x Medic Reader|

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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Fandom: The Bad Batch (Star Wars)

Relationship: Tech x gn!reader (medic)

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Rating: Everyone

Tags: first kiss, mutual pining, nerds in love, idiots in love, friends to lovers

You are a GAR medical officer assigned to accompany Clone Force 99 on missions. You have a crush on Tech.

Caged Butterflies

It had been several galactic standard months since you had been assigned to the Bad Batch. More importantly, it had been about 15 missions (all successful, of course). When you had first joined them, you joked that your white and red medic armor already matched the others. Now, after many scratches and plenty of carbon scoring, it matched even better.

You’d fought alongside the Batch long enough to truly become part of the team. Even though you could never keep up with them on the battlefield, you had saved their lives a handful of times, and they had of course saved yours. This most recent mission had thankfully produced no serious injuries.

The Havoc Marauder hurtled along through hyperspace to its next coordinates. It was peaceful inside the shuttle for once, and everyone was occupied. Crosshair was perched in the turret, likely cleaning and calibrating his rifle. Wrecker was seated near you on the racks, doing bicep curl sets with Gonky. Hunter and Echo were up in the cockpit. Tech was seated at one of the consoles and tinkering with a project.

You had been reorganizing and checking your kit for the next mission when you realized your handheld diagnostic sensor wasn’t powering on. Not even after giving it a few hard whacks against the heel of your hand, and that almost always worked! You were officially out of ideas to try. Glancing up at Tech, you figured now was a perfect time to ask for his assistance, since his tools and things were already out.

When you stood up, the GNK unit being hoisted in the air kicked its stubby legs and let out a fretful sounding gonk but you just pat its side and walked away, leaving Wrecker to chuckle to himself. As you approached Tech, he seemed absorbed in his work, but when you stepped up next to him, he lifted his head to acknowledge you. He also raised one hand to adjust his goggles and gave you a small smile, which gave you the familiar sensation of butterflies erupting in your chest.

‘Oh, don’t be ridiculous,’ you internally scolded yourself. ‘This childish crush has gone on too long already.’ With that, you resolved to cage those butterflies and keep them contained.

“Uh,” you began elegantly, “my medisensor is busted and I was hoping you could take a look for me?”

“Of course!” Tech replied cheerily, and hurried to lift a box of spare parts off the seat next to him, motioning for you to sit. He swiveled his chair and placed the box off to the side, also placing his project there. You couldn’t tell what it was from the jumble of wires and parts.

“What were you working on?” You couldn’t help your curiosity as you peered past him into the box while taking a seat.

“Well,” he adjusted his goggles again, turning back to face you, “it will hopefully be a medical holoprojector when I’m finished with it, though I can’t always tell which direction a project will take me.”

You wanted to ask how the projects had minds of their own, but were struck by the realization of his answer first. “Wait, a medical holoprojector?”

Tech shifted a little in his seat and cleared his throat before answering, “yes, you had mentioned before that one might be useful for future endeavors, but that they do not come standard in Republic medkits and the Kaminoans have not responded to your request for one.”

You were momentarily shocked that not only had he remembered a comment you made weeks ago in passing, but that he was now spending downtime to build one from scratch. But then, of course he was. Tech absorbed and remembered almost everything, and why wouldn’t he work on a piece of equipment that could potentially help save one of their lives. Still, you were beyond impressed.

“Wow! Thank you, Tech. That could be extremely helpful!” You smiled brightly at him, and you could swear his cheeks tinged pink at the praise.

“Yes, well,” he glanced down and hurriedly changed the subject, “you say your medisensor is not functioning?” He plucked the device from your hand and turned it over, examining it closely.

“It won’t even power on,” you explained.

Tech hummed to himself in thought before swiveling in his chair to face the console. He had set a sheet of plastoid across the terminal as a makeshift work space, and it was still strewn with some screws, wires, and a few tools. He grabbed a screwdriver and removed the back plate to the handheld device, carefully setting the pieces aside.

“Ah, it seems as though some wires have come loose,” he diagnosed, raising one index finger into the air, as he had a habit of doing.

You smiled at the mannerism. The way he often did it without realizing was cute. ‘No! Not cute!’ you chided yourself mentally.

“I should be able to solder the wires and have it working again in a minute,” Tech explained, trading the screwdriver for a soldering iron and turning it on.

“Thank you,” you smiled at him again, and he quickly turned his attention back to the device.

“It is no trouble at all,” he replied, still facing the work station.

There was a moment of awkward silence while he waited for the iron to heat and you distracted yourself with rolling a screw around on the sheet of plastoid. Maybe it only felt awkward to you. You concentrated on the mental image of keeping butterflies contained in a cage.

“It is an unfortunately common occurrence for the wires to come loose in the BioTech RFX/K model medisensor,” Tech broke the silence. You nodded absently, still busy trying to convince yourself that you weren’t attracted to him.

It truly was the work of minutes for Tech to solder the loose wires back in place. He flipped the device over and pressed the power button. The screen blinked to life and smiles spread across both your face and his.

“Excellent!” you exclaimed. “I’m glad it was a simple fix!”

Tech hummed his agreement as he deftly replaced the back plate and tightened the screws. He placed the device back in your outstretched palm, and you had to mentally chide yourself again when his fingers brushed yours. You successfully managed to keep yourself from blushing by flipping the device over and pretending to examine it for yourself.

“Do you mind if I test it out?” You asked, finally glancing back up to meet his gaze.

“That makes sense,” Tech responded begrudgingly. You thought it was a strangely unenthusiastic answer, though you supposed he probably just wanted to get back to work.

You scooted forward to the edge of your chair and motioned for him to do the same. With both hands on the arms of the chair, he shifted forward until his knees bumped together with yours. He looked back up and pushed his goggles up his nose, but didn’t meet your gaze, looking off to the side instead.

You held the device up between the two of you and scanned his torso down to his waist, then back up again to his shoulders. Bringing the device close to your face, you read the output of his vitals with a furrowed brow.

“No, it must be uncalibrated as well,” you frowned. “This can’t possibly be your resting heart rate, it’s much too high.”

“It is very likely correct,” Tech replied quietly, still looking away. “I frequently experience elevated sinus rhythm in your close proximity.” He finally met your gaze and this time his cheeks were definitely tinged pink.

You took a breath to reply, but the wheels in your mind were spinning uselessly. Your only coherent thought was that your heartbeat had begun to race as well.

“I apologize,” Tech began bashfully, “it is unprofessional and—“

“Tech—“ You attempted to interrupt him, holding your free hand up, palm out in a gesture for him to stop.

“—inappropriate for me to—“

When he didn’t stop, you raised your hand and pressed your fingertips to his lips, holding them there.

He froze, wide eyes looking at you in surprise from behind his yellow-tinted goggles.

There was another silent moment, but this time you were just reminding yourself how to breathe. You looked at your fingertips still pressed to his mouth, then surged forward and replaced them with your lips.

The cage of butterflies you were trying to bury burst open in your chest as you leaned in. It was only a fraction of a moment before you felt Tech melt into your kiss. He brought both of his hands up to cup your face, gently, almost reverently. The hand you had shushed him with came to rest on his chest where you could feel his pounding heartbeat.

“It’s about time,” a sarcastic quip sliced through the moment and you both quickly pulled back.

Eyes wide, you whipped your head around to see Crosshair leaning down from the turret seat, smirking. Wrecker had abandoned Gonky to kick helplessly on its side, and was standing at the base of the ladder. He turned toward you to begin laughing loudly.

Your face burned with embarrassment at having gotten so caught up with your feelings that you managed to forget you weren’t alone. You turned back to face Tech, your hand still resting on his chest.

Tech was glaring at his brothers. If looks could kill, Crosshair and Wrecker would have been vaporized in place.

You leaned back in your seat just as Echo and Hunter peered out of the doorway to the cockpit.

“What happened?” Echo asked.

Wrecker was still laughing, but Crosshair answered across the ship, “you owe me 50 credits.”

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When a mission goes horribly wrong, Tech gives you chest compressions/mouth-to-mouth after a near death drowning! 😵 Please, by all means, don't go light on the angst! 👿

So, I wrote this version, and a verrrrrry very sad version..... lmk if y’all want to be hurt 👀

When you got nervous, you babbled medical knowledge off as if you were going through flash cards. Tech often listened closely, happy to hear the new information. So, it was no surprise that he knew CPR after spending so much time with you. He had never told you how much he loved you, how hard he had fallen for you.

But now, he wished he had.

Now, with your blue-tinted lips and your lungs filled with water, he wished he’d told you how deeply he was in love with you when he had the chance.

He’d started the compressions, and he was just barely managing to keep count and timing.

“C’mon, Y/N,” He whispered, desperate. “Don’t leave me like this...” A tear trailed down his cheek, his brothers helplessly looking on.

Hunter was prepared for the worst. He was prepared to comfort Tech through his grief; prepared to be the big brother. Though losing you would devastate him beyond explanation.

Crosshair, quiet as he was, was terrified. You were his closest friend other than his brothers. He wasn’t ready to lose you.

Wrecker was playing back every shared memory you two had together, while silently begging you to hold on.

Tech, though, was fucking in love with you. The very thought of losing you was driving him crazy - in the moment, he’d trade his own life for yours. He didn’t care about himself, he just needed you to be alright. Needed you to live.

“Please.. Don’t leave me like this..” Tech begged, and as if you heard him, you began coughing up the water in your lungs. Collectively, the brothers shared a sigh of relief. Tech did everything he could to help you, when he was sure you were stable, he engulfed you in a hug so tight he was worried he might break you. He was sobbing against your cold skin.

“Thank the Maker,” He sobbed. “I thought I lost you.”

“Gonna have to.. try a little harder.. than that.” You managed, weakly, managing a smile before slipping unconscious again, your body exhausted.

“She’s okay.” Tech said quietly, turning back to face his brothers with pure joy on his face. “She’s okay..”

“You did it, vod,” Hunter smiled. “You saved her.”

“I.. I did!” Tech let out a shaky laugh of relief, nearly blacking out himself. He was just happy you were alright. That’s all that mattered now.

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My Pretty Flower Chapter 2|Tech x Medic Reader|

A/n: I really hope that you guys like this! Feel free to tell me what I need to improve on if y'all wish! 😁

Chapters : One

Warning: Torture, needles, injection, passing out, descriptions of pain, angst, fluff

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It had been a while since anyone had come in. Crosshair barely spoke, only awkwardly holding your body. The both of you jumped as the door to the room was flung open. The scientist from before walked in, a nurse right behind him. Crosshair seemed confused when his eyes met the cart that was being wheeled in be the nurse. The usual large syringe was on the cart, but there was something new today. Instead of the dull colored chemicals, there was a bright flourecent blue substance laying next to the syringe.

"Week ain't this cute? That's too bad, cause it's time for you to get up. Experiment time," He had a crazed look I'm his eyes.

This wasn't a good chemical and it was clear by the way that he was looking at you. Crosshair tried to keep you closer to him but failed as you were roughly ripped from his arms. A clone trooper had a hold of you and one had a hold of Crosshair. You could feel your heart rate picking up, as well as hear the blood that was pumping in your ears. They strapped your thrashing, weak body to that metal table.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Crosshair twitching like crazy. His face was as hard as stone as a low growl like sound came from his throat.

"Oh stop fighting it you little twerps."

You couldn't imagine what was going through Cross' mind, especially since they had apparently taken his chip out and then put it back in.

You looked over at the scientist, the same sadistic smile on his disgusting face. He reached over and picked the syringe up. Tauntingly, he set the brake substance up into the syringe. He held onto the syringe, flicking the needle part a couple of times. He looks down at you as if you were an animal that he was about to dissect. He was inspecting your body; seeing where to inject his new concoction. He finally chose the perfect place in his mind, your neck. You felt it when the sharp needle pierced your skin as he injected the liquid into your bloodstream. You could feel the effects of it almost instantly. It felt like electricity was in your skin. You screamed out in agonizing pain so loud that it could possibly burst someone's eardrums. As soon as a tear left, your eyes instantly evaporated. How are you surviving this? Any normal human being would have died so fast. Except you weren't a normal human being anymore, not since you were brought here. Their last experiments had to be the cause of why you weren't surviving this right now. Trying to breathe was futile as pain surged through your body. You screamed so much. Screamed and cried out until you couldn't even make a sound. You tried to stay awake, scared of what would happen if you slipped into the welcoming arms of darkness. You fought the urge until you couldn't ultimately, passing out from the excruciating pain. When you awoke from your deep slumber, you were greeted by Crosshair's sleeping face. How long have you been out for? You seemed to pass out for long periods of time often. Your body ached and your head pounded. That was a side effect of having an electrifying chemical pumped into your veins. As you slowly start to move around, Cross opens his eyes. He was immediately on alert. He scanned the room before looking down at your pained face. How long will this go on? You had to try and gain your strength back. You needed to get back to your family.

"Cross," you choked out, "Once I gain some more strength back, I need you to help me stand."

He stared at you and huffed, leaning back again as you two laid there. After a little while you finally tugged on his arm, signaling to help you up.

He gave you a puzzled look while scoffing, but doing as you asked; albeit painstakingly slow. Putting the majority of your weight on him, you stood up. You had a tight grip on his upper biceps as your knees willed to buckle. Your breath was staggered as your strength was quickly being depleted. After a minute of just standing and holding onto cross hair was when your legs gave out. He didn't realize that your body gave out until you felt cross hair with a tight grip on you. As he gently lowered you to the ground, he whispered something. You didn't hear what he said, but you already knew. He was muttering like he always said when the two of you were in a stressful situation.

"You're doing good Little Bird."

You hadn't heard those words leave his mouth in so long. The last time you remembered hearing those calming words was right before you guys had to leave him behind. You never have found out why he would call you Little Bird. You remember that day so well though.

The ship had just landed as you and the others unloaded. You were all very confused, one of your group less so than the rest. You had no clue as to what had just happened. They were dead, all of them were dead. You're in shock, and it was clear as day just by taking a glance in your direction. You didn't understand any of it.

You and Crosshair were the last ones in the bunk room, quietly sitting on Cross' bed. The two of you had a little fling going on, but you've slowly been pulling away after having witnessed him making out with one of the other medics. You were heartbroken, having fallen in love with the sniper. It was awkward in the room, to say the least. You yearned to be held in his arms. After sitting for what felt like hours, you slowly and finally felt his nimble fingers creep their way around your shoulders. His head came to rest on the top of your head while your back made contact with his hard chest. Your mind was telling you to walk away, go find the others. Your body didn't move though, didn't wish to move.

"I'm so sorry, but I promise you're doing so well Little Bird."

His voice was stoic, emotionless. Tears slowly slide down your cheek as you pulled yourself away from him. Standing up, you looked at him before leaving to go find the others.

Zoning back in, you can feel Cross' shallow breath on the back of your neck. You could tell that he had fallen asleep. You couldn't blame him, though. You were all so exhausted, but you had already slept so much. Your eyes slowly started to betray you. You snuggled more into cross' body as your own body and mind went blank.

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