Summary: It's ironic that your soulmate would be the one to save your life after sharing a pain connection with him. After the base you work at is attacked, you meet your soulmate, a loyal, dedicated clone who is willing to do anything to keep you two together.
Pairing: Kix x reader Soulmate AU
Warnings: NSFW, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, Kix is a freak, cum eating, oral, lots of discussion of pain and injuries, reader gets a really bad injury, life threatening injuries, blood, brief gore, medical stuff, soulmate AU, bad jokes.
A/N: I kinda hate this one but here you go. A surprise update to this series. I feel bad about not posting anything in a bit so I wrote some stuff. Also kind of inspired by a thread about friends of nurses who say they're a bunch of freaks. I'll let that speak for itself.
MASTERLIST
Pain is nothing new to Kix.
Though he’s usually the one treating others in pain, he’s had his fair share of injuries as well. Being in active combat had its risks, and he often witnessed them firsthand. He was also used to phantom pains that seemed to plague him every so often. Pain in his fingers and hands, like burns or the dull ache after pinching your finger between something. There were occasional deeper pains and aches, but after the war started it got harder and harder to determine which ones were his and which weren’t.
His soulmate link, he had figured out quickly after a panicked scan to make sure he wasn’t injured, or perhaps defective and suffering from some ailment they were supposed to be immune to.
It was ironic, really, that his soulmate link would be pain. Each soulmate feels the phantom pain of the others injuries. Though he had avoided some nasty injuries, he still feels bad for his soulmate. Not that they weren’t also constantly getting hurt as well, but theirs were more small pains than anything. In the rare moments when he wasn’t busy, he liked to try and picture what had happened, what they could be doing.
It’s what keeps him sane when the missions get bad, when they go wrong, when he has to look past his brothers' suffering as he tries to save them.
He often worries in the dead of night. What if something happens to his soulmate? Are they involved in the war? What if their planet gets attacked and no one’s there to help? Sometimes he lays there and waits for the inevitable excruciating pain of a fatal wound, or the blinding pain of losing his soulmate. He worries about something happening to him as well. He doesn’t want to do that to his soulmate. He’d watched far too many troopers die, far too many leaving their soulmates without ever having the chance to meet them.
It happens one day, when his worst nightmares come to life.
They had just finished a hard won campaign against the Separatists and Kix was still hard at work in the med-bay patching up those who were less severely injured. It takes him a moment to realize what’s happening, a strange feeling blossoming in his right side below his ribs.
Then the pain hits him.
He doubles over, barely catching himself on the gurney Fives was seated on.
“Kix,” Fives puts a hand on his shoulder. “You alright?”
Kix grits his teeth, trying to breathe through the sharp, stabbing pain in his right side. Had he been injured and not noticed until now as his adrenaline begins to crash? He can’t feel anything on his side, no wound, no blood, nothing. Had he taken a hit and not noticed?
“Come on,” Fives says, slipping an arm around his shoulders. “You don’t look too good.”
He was supposed to be checking Fives for a concussion, but instead here he is being escorted onto an empty gurney by his patient. A droid runs a scan, checking everything but there’s nothing. Still, the pain burns through him, sharp and stabbing with every breath in.
It’s not him.
It’s his soulmate.
Many things begin to rush through his head. Had something happened? Is it some sort of organ failure, perhaps? With the pain where it is, it could be any number of things. An injury? Illness? Are they getting help? Can they get help?
A comforting hand on his shoulder brings him back from his racing thoughts. Fives knows. Most of the squad knows. They trusted each other on the battlefield, and with their deepest secrets. He presses his hand into his side, taking a deep breath. He wishes he could ease the pain even a little.
The doors slide open, Rex stepping in.
“Kix, Fives, we need every able bodied trooper ready for a debrief in ten minutes.” He says.
“What’s going on?” Fives asks. “We just finished a campaign.”
“We’re being rerouted.” Rex says. “There was an attack on a base nearby. They need as many hands as they can get.”
Kix tries not to let his thoughts take over as he rouses every physically able trooper. He can’t think about his soulmate right now. He has a job to do.
***
Kix’s hands are shaking. He rarely lets himself get affected by the injuries he sees. He’s seen a lot, he has been trained to see a lot. Combat medics see the worst of things, and they weren’t supposed to break. They had to be prepared for anything. Calm under intense pressure, stable enough to be quick thinkers and ready to take charge if needed.
The carnage left from the attack is some of the worst he’s seen.
These weren’t just clones.
There are civilians.
Most of them are civilians. Engineers and mechanics employed by the GAR. Clone armor wasn’t impenetrable, but it offered a lot of protection against injuries and wounds. He’d seen clones survive what should have been a fatal shot because of their armor. Civilians don’t have armor. Most of them don’t see combat so there was no point to them wearing armor. Most of them stayed on bases, safe from the danger of combat.
At least, the bases are supposed to be safe.
The 18th Battalion had arrived shortly before them and had already begun locating and treating survivors. They were already working to stabilize those in the worst condition to shuttle them to the cruisers to get more intensive care.
There’s still civilians inside.
Most of the troopers were working their way through the ruins of the base, searching for more survivors. Most of them had been accounted for. Either managing to escape harm, or were already being treated. There were still many that were still missing. Kix knows trying to find all of them is impossible, but they had confirmed areas where there were injured civilians still, or they had heard voices calling out for help.
“This thing could collapse any minute.” Crash says as the mangled roof groans dangerously above them.
“There’s one right up ahead.” Kix says, staring at the map.
Something falls off in the distance, the crash echoing through the air before it settles. Both troopers share a look before pressing forward, stepping carefully. Kix’s side still aches, pain still burning through him, but he pushes onward. He has a job to do. He can only hope his soulmate is alright.
There’s nothing he can do to help.
He moves forward with Crash, stepping around a piece of collapsed roof. The civilian marked on the map is right there, sitting against a piece of still-intact wall. It doesn’t take Kix long to figure out why no one has helped her yet. A piece of rebar has impaled her through her right side.
She’s still awake, wide eyed and breathing shallowly. One look at her eyes tells Kix she’s in shock. She’s soaked in sweat and pale, blood staining her light blue shirt. He kneels down in front of her, taking a quick scan. She’s uninjured aside from the rebar, which has gone straight through her and into the wall behind her.
“What’s your name?” He asks her.
She tells him, her voice weak and shaky.
“We’re going to get you out of here.” He says, the pain in his side increasing as Crash moves her just slightly to check how stuck the rebar is in the wall.
His eyes widen beneath his helmet and he stares at her for a moment. Where the rebar is in her side is almost exactly where the pain is on his side. It couldn’t be...could it?
“There’s no way of moving her without removing it.” Crash says.
Kix sighs. He knows moving her at all is going to be excruciating. He takes a second to assess things and calm himself before doing what he does best and takes charge. “We can’t risk removing it. She’ll bleed out before we can get her out of here. Is there enough room to cut it back there?”
“Barely.” Crash says. “It’ll be close.”
“We have to try.” Kix says.
Kix kneels in front of her, bending her top half forward just slightly, until he can feel the pain of the rebar moving inside of her. He lets her rest against his shoulder, her hands weakly lifting to cling to his arms as Crash cuts through the rebar behind her.
He doesn’t need to guess to know how much pain she’s in. He can feel it. He has no doubt he’s right in front of his soulmate. Oh how he wishes they’d met in a different way. It was ironic, though, that he’d be the one saving his soulmate’s life. He’s determined to do everything in his power to save her.
She cries out as the rebar jostles free, pain radiating through Kix as well. He breathes steadily, trying to comfort her as best he can. The pain begins to numb, her hands slipping from his arms. He pushes her so she’s sitting up slightly, hands cupping her cheeks.
“Hey,” He pats her face gently, her eyes fluttering. “Stay with me.”
Her eyes flutter before they crack open, staring at him blankly. He takes in their color, trying to memorize her face.
“Let's get her on the stretcher and onto a shuttle.” Kix says, forcing himself back into his roll. He needs to get her into a surgical pod sooner rather than later.
Navigating the building is hard as they carry the stretcher, Crash talking to her to try and keep her awake. He can barely hear her responses, and later Crash would tell him she was speaking nonsense. He’s not entirely sure she even knew what was happening.
They get her loaded onto a shuttle, Kix having to watch it fly away the hardest thing he’s had to do. He wanted to be there, wanted to stay by her side, wanted to make sure she was going to be alright, that they got to her in time. He would know if she died, if he had failed.
He shakes those thoughts from his mind, jumping back in to help the other injured civilians.
***
Your head is throbbing when you wake. You feel like you’ve swallowed sand, your mouth and throat dry and aching. There’s beeping around you, and a harsh sterile scent burns your nose. Something flashes behind your eyes and you force them open, blinking against the bright lights.
Something presses against your shoulders, keeping you still as you try to shift into a more comfortable position. Pain shoots through your right side, stealing your breath for a moment.
“Easy.” A voice says above you. You know that voice. “Didn’t think you’d be up so soon.”
You blink blearily up at the figure standing over you. Your vision is still blurry, your mind trying to catch up. You’re disoriented, feeling far away from your body.
“Here,” Something cold and wet touches your lips. “Drink.”
You drink through the straw, cold water hitting your dry mouth. You drink greedily, feeling refreshed as the sandy feeling in your mouth begins to disappear.
“Bacta makes my mouth feel dry too.”
You turn your head to look at the person standing next to you. He’s a clone, you can tell that much as your vision begins to clear. That’s why you recognize his voice. You’re no stranger to clones after working for the GAR for two years.
You press the heel of your hand into your forehead, closing your eyes. “Where am I?” You murmur, not even sure actual words come out.
“On a cruiser, heading for a medical station. Do you remember what happened?” He asks slowly.
You think for a moment. Do you remember? “It was a normal day at work.” You start, walking yourself through your day. “I was working on an attack shuttle. I had gone to grab a different tool when...” Horrible images flash through your mind. You remember being thrown, heat washing over you. Something hitting you, or you hitting something. Pain. You remember pain.
Something beeps rapidly beside you, the clone putting a hand on your shoulder. “It’s alright. The base was attacked.” He explains. “You were injured badly. I was one of the ones that got you out. I wanted to come and check, make sure you were alright.”
You stare at him, taking him in. His head is buzzed, lightning bolts shaved into the short buzzed hair. There’s a tattoo on the side of his head, but you can’t see all of it from this angle. He’s handsome, as you thought most clones were. His armor is painted blue with the medic’s symbol on his shoulder.
“Thank you.” You say, staring up into his brown eyes. “For saving me.”
He smiles softly, running a hand over his head. “Well, it is my job. And I wasn’t about to let anything happen to my soulmate.”
You stare at him blankly, taking in his words. Soulmate?
“You have a pain link, right?” He asks, looking so hopeful.
You nod slowly, still trying to process his words. You had tried not to think too much about your soulmate. Your link had appeared later than you expected, little pains here and there, that blossomed into harsher ones more often. You wondered about your soulmate and if they were alright, until the war started. You had heard about people discovering their soulmates were clones and that’s why their links had shown up later.
You haven't put much thought into it. You were destined to meet eventually, and you trusted it would happen. You had been more focused on leaving home, on building your career.
He grabs a small needle pulling off his glove before pricking his finger with it. You feel the sharp pinch on your own finger, lifting your hand to stare at it.
Nothing.
No mark.
No blood.
You let your hand drop slowly, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“My name’s Kix.” He says. “Medic with the 501st Legion.”
You tell him your name, introducing yourself with your status as a civilian engineer.
“I didn’t think this was how we were going to meet.” He says. “I’ve been waiting for this for a while.”
You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. You knew about clones, about the rules around soulmates. That’s partially why you refused to think too much about it. You don’t want to be rejected. You’re not sure you can handle that. “A-Aren’t you supposed to-”
“Technically.” He says, cutting you off with a grin. “Most of us don’t follow those rules.”
You stare at him for a moment. “But...”
“If all of us followed every rule, we probably would have lost the war already.” He leans against the side of the bed. “There’d be a lot fewer of us, anyway.”
Your brain feels like it's moving in slow motion. “So...you’re not going to reject me?”
He smiles, shaking his head. “No. Not unless you want me to.”
You shake your head. “No, no. I just...didn’t expect...”
“I know it’s a lot. Especially after what just happened.” Kix says. “I just wanted you to know since we’ll be leaving after everyone’s offloaded at the medical station. I didn’t want to miss this chance in case we don’t cross paths again.”
Right. Their only job was getting you to the medical station. They still had a war to fight, so naturally they’d be leaving off to their next battle. You’re not sure where you’re going to end up now that the base you had been stationed at is gone. The chances of you two crossing paths again is slim, but you were soulmates for a reason.
You take his bare hand, squeezing it gently. You can feel it, the flow of energy between you two. His calloused fingers wrap around yours, and you try to memorize just how his skin feels against yours. “We’ll meet again.” You say, staring at your hands. “We are soulmates after all.”
He smiles, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. “You’re right. I just hope it’s under better circumstances.”
You can’t help but smile. “I hope so too. I’d be happy if I never had to go through that again.”
***
Your name is called as you make your way down the hallway.
After your brief stay at the medical station, you had been sent back to Coruscant to the GAR headquarters to await reassignment. You assumed you’d be staying on Coruscant, since the war was heating up and a bunch of dead civilian workers wasn’t exactly a good look.
You turn, one of the lead engineers walking up to you.
“I have your orders for your reassignment.” She says, handing you a datapad. “You’re loading up with the 501st when they arrive.”
“The 501st?” Your eyebrows lift in surprise.
“I hear they asked for you directly.” She says.
Your brows furrow. Kix was assigned to the 501st. Had he managed to pull some strings without giving anything away? You couldn’t risk revealing anything, not with the GAR directly involved. So how had he done it?
They arrive a few hours later. You’re patiently waiting on the airfield among crates of supplies to be loaded on. The venator cruiser kicks up a breeze as it lands, truly an engineering marvel. A huge floating city, capable of housing thousands. Ships weren’t your specialty, but you often found yourself working on their communication systems. You had been fixing one in a shuttle when the base was attacked.
You wait for the offloading of troops and supplies, heading into the ship as troopers begin moving supplies on. You look around the hangar, likely where you’ll spend most of your time. Shuttles and cruisers, and all other sorts of vehicles.
You eventually find the lead engineer, getting a tour and introduction to the cruiser. You had only been on one briefly, most of your knowledge about them being learned virtually during training. You had spent more time learning about the clone’s armor and how to fix any sort of malfunction or damage that may be caused. The functionality of their armor is essential, especially their helmets.
You’re eager to see Kix again. You want to know just how he’d managed to get you assigned to his battalion. You can’t be conspicuous, though. Even at this proximity, you still have to be careful. If the wrong person found out, it would spell disaster for both of you.
You’re checking through one of the supply rooms when he finds you. Your first task with the 501st had been to restock and organize the supplies getting loaded onto the ship. It was a typical task for a newbie, since you’d need to learn the layout of the supply room and where things are located in case you need them in a pinch.
“Hello, mesh’la.”
You nearly jump out of your skin as the deep voice breaks the silence of the supply closet. You spin around, finding Kix leaning against one of the shelves behind you. You hadn’t even heard him come in. That was precisely why you weren’t a soldier.
“Kix!” You put a hand on your chest. “You scared me!”
He grins. “Sorry. Thought you heard me come in.”
You shake your head. “I was too focused, I guess.”
“It’s good to see you.” He says, stepping closer. “I missed you.”
It has been a few weeks since you’ve seen him. You’ve missed him too. You’d felt it, the longing deep in your soul for its other half. The distance, the lack of contact had begun to eat at you. It’s easing now with him so close. Even though you’ve just been reunited, your entire body is already relaxing.
“I missed you too.” You say, stepping closer to him.
He pushes the cart out of the way, stepping up right in front of you. You stare up at him, his fingers grazing over your side. “How do you feel?”
“Completely healed.” You say with a smile. “Hardly more than a scar left.”
“Good.” He says, wrapping his arms around you. You’ve never been this close to him before, but it feels right. “I hated feeling you in pain.”
“I hated being in pain.” You reply, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Though, whatever you did to your foot a week ago, that sucked.”
He grins sheepishly. “Would you believe me if I told you that was a box of medical supplies?”
You stare at him for a moment. “No.”
He chuckles. “I’ll tell you about it later.” He leans down, resting his forehead against yours. “I’m just glad you’re here.”
“Yeah, how did you manage to get me assigned to the 501st?” You ask, pulling away slightly.
He lifts a hand, rubbing the back of his head. “Well, I may have told Rex and had him put in a special request.”
You stare at him wide eyed.
“Don’t worry,” He tries to ease your concern. “He’s not going to say anything. None of them are.”
“What did you do, tell the whole squad?” You ask.
“The whole platoon, actually.” He says sheepishly.
“You were the one that said we had to be careful.” You punch his shoulder, the plastoid harder than you expected it to be.
“I think that hurt you more than me.” He says, taking your hand and inspecting your sore knuckles. “But don’t worry. No one’s going to say anything. We’ve all been sworn to secrecy about each other’s soulmates. It’s a sort of unspoken law among clones.”
“That’s sweet.” You say, captivated by his fingers as they gently massage your hand.
“I’ll introduce you tonight during third meal.” He says. “When everyone’s back on board.”
“Yeah, shouldn’t you be out enjoying your shore leave?” You ask.
“I wanted to see you.” He says.
You stare up at his face, at those big brown eyes. “You’re being all sweet on me now, making me nervous.”
“Don’t be nervous.” He soothes, wrapping his arms back around your waist. “I’m just a goofy guy who's never really talked to a woman before outside of a professional setting.”
You stare at him open mouthed. “You’ve never...”
He shrugs. “Never really wanted to.”
You lean against his chest, wrapping your arms around him. “Well, you’re doing a good job.”
He chuckles, the sound deep in his chest. “Thanks.” He holds you for a few moments before letting you go. “I’ll come by the lab and show you around later, okay?”
You nod, a smile tugging at your lips. “Okay.”
He swoops down, kissing your cheek before leaving you a bit flustered in the supply closet.
***
Despite how close you two are, you barely get to see Kix. With the 501st constantly on the move, constantly going from one campaign to the next, you’re very busy and so is Kix. You mostly see each other in passing, or in the mess hall, or occasionally in a stolen moment in a supply closet. You only see him in the med bay twice, there usually for burns on your fingers, things you’ve become almost numb to in your years of working as a mechanic and engineer.
You finally get a quiet moment to yourselves on a long journey from one side of the galaxy to the other. Well, it wasn’t exactly that far, but it was a long trip. You’re glad for the break, and glad for the quiet moment you get to spend with Kix.
He tells you to meet him in the barracks, a place you hadn’t really explored much. You weren’t really supposed to go into the clone barracks, especially as a civilian unless it was an emergency.
This was an emergency, you were about to go crazy from the longing to be close to him again. The GAR wouldn’t see it that way though.
You’re extra careful, slipping in quickly as he waves you over from the door. It’s empty besides the two of you, Kix leading you over to his bunk.
“How’d you get everyone to leave?” You ask, laying down and stretching out. They’re not any more comfortable than the civilian bunks.
“I may have promised to buy the boys a couple extra rounds on our next shore leave.” He says, stretching himself out next to you. He’s stripped from his armor, left in his blacks.
“Another unspoken clone law?” You ask, tracing your fingers over the muscles visible under the tight bodysuit.
“Well, they know why I’m doing it.” He says, his hand settling on your waist. “I just figured you’d prefer some quiet privacy. They’d pretend to ignore us, but they’d be listening the whole time.”
You hum, kissing him softly. “Then I thank you for your sacrifice of a couple rounds.”
He grins against your lips, pulling you closer against his chest. “Just doing my duty, ma’am.”
You pause for a moment, a tingle running down your spine as he calls you “ma’am.” You’ll have to lock that one away for later. He pulls you back to him, kissing you harder. You lose yourself in him, letting all of the stress and fear and emotions over the last few weeks go. You worried about Kix, every time they left on a campaign. You monitored comms as often as you could, for more than just your job of making sure everything was functioning. You waited anxiously to hear that Kix is alright, that he’s still alive and well.
“How long do we have?” You murmur against his lips as he rolls you onto your back, settling on top of you.
“An hour or so.” He says, lips leaving your lips to kiss down your jaw.
“Is that going to be enough time?” You ask.
He smirks against your neck, nipping at the skin. “I’ll make you cum at least twice before then.”
You smirk, lifting your arms as he tugs your shirt over your head. “Is that a challenge?”
“No,” He smirks, hands cupping your breasts. “It’s a promise.”
You gasp as his lips close around one of your nipples, tugging it gently with his teeth. You’re already wet, your underwear sticking uncomfortably to you. You can feel him pressed up against your thigh, painfully hard through his blacks. You’ve both been waiting for this, eagerly anticipating this moment. You wish you had all the time in the world to do this, but you’re lucky enough to even get an hour of privacy together.
You can’t wait for this war to be over with.
He continues his kisses down your stomach, tugging your pants and underwear down. You let your legs fall open for him, his eyes staring hungrily at your soaked pussy. Your cheeks warm a bit as he stares at you, his eyes dark and lust-blown. His hands hold your thighs as he leans in, licking a stripe along your slit. You gasp at the sensation, his tongue dragging over your clit.
You have to be careful not to make too much noise. Anyone walking past could hear, and with your luck it would be the wrong person. You’d get in so much trouble, both of you.
You press a hand over your mouth as he dives right in, eating you like a man starved. He was, in a way. You had put this off far too long. You’d snuck a hand into your panties in the dead of night a few times while thinking of him, trying to take the edge off as you waited for the opportune moment.
Nothing compared to the feel of him, though.
His tongue thrusts into you, licking at your walls as his nose presses against your clit. You curse behind your hand, your other hand gripping the sheets under you.
It doesn’t take you long to cum, his tongue lapping up every last bit of your orgasm. You’re close to overstimulated when he finally pulls away, face glistening in the low light of the barracks. You drag him up, kissing him deeply. He groans against your mouth, hips pressing against yours.
You break the kiss to tug his blacks over his head, your hands trailing down his chest, feeling every ridge of muscle. Your fingers trace every little scar, every little mark. He tugs his pants down, kicking them off the end of the bed and your fingers continue lower, wrapping around his thick length.
He presses his face into your neck, groaning as you work your hand over him. “Kriff, you feel so good.” He murmurs. “Better than I ever could.”
You smile, parting your legs a bit so he can settle between them. “Isn’t that the point.”
He leans up on his elbows over you, staring down at you. “You’re going to ruin me forever.”
“That’s my job.” You say, lining him up.
You bury your face in his shoulder as he eases into you, moving slowly. It’s a stretch, far bigger than you had anticipated. He pauses once he’s seated inside you, making you feel full and connected. You can feel it, the connection building between you two. There was no going back now.
He slowly begins to rock his hips, holding onto you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling him as close as you can. You can feel him deep in your very soul, the connection between you two solidifying. You’re two halves of one whole, one soul shared between two bodies. This was what you were meant for, not what the GAR forced you to do, hiding and keeping secrets.
You wish the war would end. You wish you could steal him away, live a happy life somewhere free of war, free of the GAR, free of everything. A life happy together, where nothing has to be a secret, and you can take as much time as possible. Where you can shout your love for him as loud as you want.
You use his shoulder to muffle your moans, his own groans muffled by your neck. You move seamlessly, meeting his thrusts. You’re already close again, the tautness of his body telling you he’s close too.
“Cum for me.” He whispers, hitting that spot inside you over and over again. “Let me feel you.”
You cum around him, nails digging into his back. He cums with a groan, emptying inside you. You lay still for a moment, simply breathing each other in.
Kix leans up, kissing your lips before sliding down your body. You watch, leaning up a bit as he settles between your thighs once more. You can feel his cum starting to leak out of you, Kix watching for a moment before he leans in, closing his mouth around your pussy. You breathe out a curse, flopping back on the bed as he cleans you with his mouth. It’s unexpected and obscene as he slurps at your pussy, your skin burning.
You can feel it, another orgasm approaching. You bite into the skin of your arm, keeping yourself quiet as he sucks at your clit, forcing you over the edge a third time.
He laps at your folds for a few more seconds before sliding back up your body, gently tugging your arm free from your mouth. He soothes over the mark with his fingers. “You’ll want to clean that.” He says, so easily switching into medic mode. “Human bites can be very dangerous.”
You roll your eyes. “Yes, doctor.”
He pauses, eyes widening as he stares down at you. You file that away too. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “I kept my promise.”
You laugh against his lips. “You did. And a bonus.”
“I did say ‘at least twice’.” He says, sitting up on the bed. “I’d make it a lot more than that if we had time.”
You grin, sitting up next to him. “Save that for the next shore leave.”
He smirks, patting your ass as you move to grab your discarded clothes. You wash up in the fresher, trying to make yourself appear like you hadn’t just been fucking a clone in the barracks. Kix puts his armor back on, checking both ways before you step out of the barracks.
You walk closely, wishing you could hold his hand, but you know you can’t. You silently curse the GAR and their stupid rules. You can’t wait for this war to be over.
You’re so close to the elevator when your names are called from down the hall, both of you freezing. You turn, eyes widening a bit at the sight of General Skywalker approaching.
“G-General.” Kix says, standing up straighter.
General Skywalker looks between you, crossing his arms. “What are you two up to?”
“I was, uh, having some calibration issues with my helmet.” Kix quickly lies.
“Uh huh. And you had to fix that in the barracks?” General Skywalker asks, crossing his arms.
“Well, I needed to make sure it would connect with the others, and it was easier to just check it where they all were gathered, instead of disturbing them and making them come down to the lab.” You nervously explain. You know he doesn’t believe you. You’re absolutely screwed.
“Right.” The General nods. “That’s very thoughtful of you, not wanting to disturb them.”
“Yeah,” You nod. “They work so hard, they need all the rest they can get.”
“I still have some work to do, so we were heading to the mess to grab some caf.” Kix says, trying to explain why you were now leaving together.
“Very busy.” You nod, trying to make it as believable as possible.
The General looks between you two for a moment before nodding. “Then I should let you get back to it.”
You don’t relax, even as you turn to continue down the hall. Your shoulders are still tense, nerves running high. You had tried so hard not to get caught, and then here you were, getting caught by the General of all people.
“You know,” The General says, making you two stop dead in your tracks. “That’s not a bad excuse.” You both turn, looking over your shoulders at the General. “I might have to use that some day.”
Thoughts on clones with babies? (How they act/interact, do they like/want kids, are they afraid/overwhelmed/overjoyed, etc)
Rex:
Likes babies. He thinks they are so adorable, but he’s better with older kids. For sure would like to have children, if his partner wants them too.
Wolffe:
He’s not that good with children, but he still likes them. It makes him angry how cute babies are. He just wants to squeeze their cheeks.
Jesse:
LOVES babies and kids. Loves how free of care and sin they are, how happy and free they are. Definitely wants kids with the right person.
Kix:
He’s good with kids. But he worries too much. Like a helicopter parent. He’s not sure if he wants kids of his own, but he’d make a good father & uncle.
Hardcase:
He’s good with kids... but not good at looking out for them. He *is* like a kid sometimes, so he always needs adult supervision. He doesn’t have any plans for the future, but if his partner (if he has one) should get pregnant, he’ll do everything in his power to be the best dad in the galaxy.
Cody:
He’s unsure about kids. He thinks babies are cute and all, but they require so much attention- attention he wouldn’t be able to give them as a Marshall Commander. Doesn’t have any family plans.
Just imagine the clones gossiping in their barracks about Anakin and Padme (because let’s face it, they know that there is something going on) and Ahsoka sneaks in to join the conversation some times.
“I don’t think they would”, Kix said and put his feet up. Fives turned around and looked at his brother with light judgment. “Come on. We all now that General Skywalker is impulsive enough to do it.” The other clones nodded. “Yes, that is true. But he is not the only one who needs to be impulsive for this to work.”
“True, Senator Amidala would never”, Jesse joined the conversation. Until now he had kept himself out of the discussion but now it was clear that he did listen to everything.
A small giggle comes from Rex’s bed. “I would not be so sure about that”, a girly voice said. All the clones looked in the direction the voice came from. All but Rex, who was siting next to Padawan Ahsoka Tano with a grin on his face. The young Jedi was sitting crossed legged on the captains bed. As usual nobody had noticed her coming in. Nobody but Rex of course. He had been the one who had invited her after all.
“What do you mean…Commander?”, Fives asked her. Ahsoka raised an eyebrow to show the arctruper that formality was not necessary. “Sorry Commander”, he aded. “Well”, Ahsoka started with a grin on her face. “I know her better than all of you and she might be better at hiding her feelings than Master Skywalker but she is not good enough that a Jedi wouldn’t notice.” The clones kept looking at her with suspense. “She likes him”, Rex spelled it out for them.
“Are you sure?”, Jesse asked.
Ahsoka looked at him, mildly offended. “Yes I am sure. Of course I am sure.”
“Sure of what, young Padawan?”, a familiar voice appeared behind them. Ahsoka froze. “Master Kenobi?”
In the entrance stood Obi-Wan Kenobi and next to him Commander Cody. Both had a straight face on and their arms crossed in front of their chest like they were twins.
“What are you doing in the barracks, Ahsoka? I seem to remember that you were given your own chamber.”
“Master Kenobi I…” If it had been anyone else she would have said that she did a briefing or that Anakin had asked her to check on the men. But it was Obi-Wan and lying to him would only worsen her situation. “I was talking with Rex about something.” That was not a lie.
Obi-Wan came a step closer. “You were talking about Anakin and the Senator.” It wasn’t a question. He knew. He had probably heard him. But not everyone understand that as quickly as Ahsoka did.
“Sir, how did you know?”, Fives asked and stood up. Cody looked at him and simply awnsered: “We were listening.” Everybody was silent. Even Fives sat back down.
“I really don’t understand why that is a discussion”, Obi-Wan said after some time.
Rex answered: “With all due respect, Sir. We were just joking around. A little gossip keeps the men motivated.”
The Jedi Master shook his head. “No I understand that, Captain. I don’t understand why the existents of a their relationship is a discussion.” Silence. Obi-Wan started to smile. “Go back to your chamber Ahsoka. Anakin is already looking for you.”
