Compliance (a Bad Batch fic): Chapter 2
Summary: This series of chapters is going to be about how Wrecker got his scar. Totally based off of a brief line in @just-here-with-my-thoughts' Test Subject series.
Warnings: Crosshair's bad mental health (there's a running theme in this fanfic that isn't brotherly love), heart wrenching interaction between Crosshair and Wrecker
Word count: 359
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Author's notes: Me and my proofreader cried (internally) while reading this. Because apparently making myself cry while writing fanfic is a thing now??? Anyway, have chapter 2. Enjoy!
"Cross…? That you?" Crosshair looked over at Wrecker, something twisting in his gut as he locked eyes with his brother. After insisting that Tech and Hunter try to get some rest, Crosshair had waited with Wrecker.
"It's me," Crosshair affirmed quietly. "Need something?" Wrecker shook his head a miniscule amount, a slight grimace touching his face.
"Nah, just wanted to make sure it was you. I thought it was but…" Wrecker trailed off and Crosshair passed him his flask.
"Drink. You need it," Crosshair whispered, casting a wary glance towards the medical bots hovering around other patients. Wrecker reached out and took the flask, drinking all of the water in it before passing it back to Crosshair.
"Cross."
"What?"
"I can't see you. Can you move out from behind that partition?" Wrecker asked and Crosshair's heart skipped a beat.
"You…can't see me?" Crosshair asked, confirming the worst. Wrecker nodded.
"Yeah. You're behind a wobbly sorta black partition, right? Can you move?" Wrecker asked again. Crosshair swallowed and shuffled to one side. "Nah, the other way." Crosshair moved back in the opposite direction. "That's better. Why'd you look so upset? It was just a little blast, nothing much."
"Do you want me to comm the others? They'd be glad to know you're awake," Crosshair said, trying to divert the conversation before his emotions subsumed him. His emotions could wait.
Wrecker was more important.
"Nah. I'll see them when they let me outta here, won't I?" Wrecker laughed softly.
But what if they don't let you out?
What if they decommission you?
What if we never get to go on missions again?
"That's true." Crosshair opted to say. "You should get some more rest." Wrecker nodded, his working right eye going hazy with fatigue.
"Yeah. Now ya mention it, I'm pretty tired. See you later Cross," Wrecker yawned, leaning further back into the mountain of pillows his head had been propped up on. Crosshair quickly brushed away the tear that slid down his face. He flinched as one of the medbots hovered past, instinct telling him to run. But no: he had to stay.
He had to be strong.
For Wrecker.
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Wrecker: Crosshair, Omega, I love y’all and all, but can I ask what in the hell are you doing?
Crosshair, trying to stabilize a tower of folding chairs that Omega is sitting atop: Oh nothing much.
Omega: I love you too :)
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