i made "the 501st goes to Target", "the disaster lineage goes to Target", "The Clone Wars Squad ™ (+Satine) goes to Target", "The Rebels go to Target", "The Original Trilogy Gang Goes To Target", “The Driods of Star Wars go to Target (chaos ensues)”, and now I give you:
the 104th go to target
Wolffe: whenever wolffe is at target, he makes sure to stock up on eye drops. he has always been super bothered by arid weather drying out his eyes, and when he got his cybernetic eye, it only got worse. desert planets and all of the sand getting in the joints of his eye are tourture and he refuses to go through that kind of pain again if he can help it. he and anakin don’t interact that much, but when they do, they either talk about ahsoka, or s a n d .
wolffe also likes to walk with plo and they chat about the shenanigans the wolfpack pulled recently. they also use this time to talk about themselves. something about the warm lighting and the close shelves creating a sense of cozy closeness has always helped wolffe relax a bit and gets him to stop calling plo “sir” off duty. plo listens as wolffe talks about the chaotic clone commander (+ rex) group chat. wolffe also appreciates the advice plo gives him whenever he talks about this one girl who works at 79s that caught his eye. plo likes to to tease him, but in the end, he is the reason wolffe had the courage to talk to her at all.
wolfe also buys a LOT of snacks and tote bags and speeder-bike locks. because he loves his squad. he does. but a man has gotta eat, so he locks away his candy bars in a bag.
the boys always get into it anyway, and wolffe is 87% sure that plo helps break in. they leave his favorite candy for him though, and wolffe has a hard time trying to complain about them.
Boost: goes straight to the hair isle. sinker stands behind him, making pun after pun about the brand names of different pomade. boost started to frequent using a hair product obi-wan suggested to him. obi-wan was quick to insist that he himself doesn’t use it, but heard it was good through the space-grape vine. however, one time ahsoka told boost that he smelled like obi-wan, and its not like either of the two men wear cologne.
so naturally, boost and sinker make up elaborate stories about obi-wan being involved in some conspiracy with the hair product company. they build upon it every time they go to target. plo overheard once, and gave them a blank look. they shut up, but then plo quietly added that obi wan hides the product in his underwear drawer, according to ahsoka.
the story continues.
boost also has a tradition where he lets sinker guide him around the store with his eyes closed, just to make sure he doesn’t hit any walls. boost will then randomly stop and thrust his arm out. whatever he points to, he has to buy. though sinker is only supposed to make sure he doesn’t run into anything, he has on multiple occasions steered boost into buying goofy things, like lingerie.
Sinker: though he isn’t even allowed to wear them, he will occasionally buy graphic tees. he really likes studying the art, and he keeps them in the drawers with the pint for their armor and gunships, and calls them “design inspo”. plo got him an actual book about how to create dynamic designs, and sinker looked at it for hours. he keeps it in the barracks on coruscant, and its one of the things he misses most about the planet when he is away.
sinker also has a love for monster energy, even though it makes him hyper for a full 24 hours. he’s literally had to go out running with some brothers on a different sleep schedule (or with anakin or any other person up at ungodly hours of night), just to get the energy out. his favorite is the meiloorun flavored one. he only ever gets one at a time. once he got two cans and saved the second for another night, but a shiny found it and that Did Not Go Well (the shiny is fine, he just ended up in medbay because he was shaking so badly. ten year olds with 20 year old bodies who are still ten consuming caffeine doesn’t mix well. sinker is 11. its only slightly better.)
the most noticeable incident is the time sinker bought a can, and then went to walk with boost. while drinking it. it the store. he was going crazy, and boost always returns his energy,
so cue chaos.
they saw a shirt with a wolf on it and started running around, howling. they then ran into the pen and pencil section, and started throwing pencil boxes. they ended up fighting over a handful of pens, all of which snapped, and ink got EVERYWHERE. ahsoka was there with them that day and peeked her head into the isle in time to see it happen. she took a holo-pic before running away, her brothers chasing her. they forgot to tell anyone about the ink. it became an inside joke between the three, and they laughed about it every time they were together. the stain was still there even when ahsoka was all grown up, and boost and sinker weren’t there to laugh about it anymore.
in fact, that stain outlived all of them.
Comet: comet is basically dad jr. he walks around with wolffe a lot, and they tend to walk in a comfortable silence. they can only trust each other (and plo) to say they’ll be quiet and then actually follow through. comet holds the list of things they need to get and steers the cart while wolffe puts things in and evaluates prices.
comet spends the rest of his time in the book section. he especially likes to look at dad joke books. he never buys any, but he memorizes and/or writes down jokes and tells them later. usually he likes to tell jokes when it’s completely silent or there is an awkward pause in conversation.
comet is also tasked with getting everyone’s caf orders from the space starbucks outlet in the store. he’s the only one who has the patience to actually stand in line. he also gets those glass bottles of frappuccinos but he always gets. so many. he genuinely thinks that they taste good, but its a running joke that the amount of bottles he gets is directly proportional to how many reports he does in one day.
Warthog: really likes playing tutorial games in the video game section. he doesn't have many games on his data pad, but he really loves videos games, especially ones that involve flying. plo bought the wolfpack a handheld console once, and while it officially belongs to all of the clones, warthog gets to hold on to it, since he uses it the most. plo always gives him enough credits to buy one new game per target trip for the “squad”. it always happens to be just enough to pay for whatever game warthog has been talking about the past few months.
he also sometimes will join up with boost and sinker to be the chaos trio ™. warthog likes more quiet pranks in comparison to the goofy and large pranks the other too pull, for example, he bought a pack of pens and left it on the bottom bed of boost and sinker’s bunk. the two never found out who it was, but they knew someone else found out about the pen incident.
(warthog had been one isle over, and figured out what happened).
warthog also really loves trying on ridiculous outfits with clashing clothes. the pack gets together and votes on the most atrocious outfit, a picture of which gets sent to the group chat to become the new pfp for the time being.
Plo: plo buys snacks and headphones and blankets and dad things ™ . He and comet and wolffe all pick out fun things to bring home to the pack. either something a brother mentioned they wanted, or a trinket that reminded them of someone, or just an extra blanket because boost and sinker keep fighting over them, the resident parents of the pack will make sure to grab it.
when doing his quiet walks with wolffe, plo talks about his padawan days, or goes into the detail on the plot of the latest thriller holo-novel he’s been reading. wolffe always gives him crap about buying flimsi copies of his novels for stealth missions, instead of just downloading them to a private data pad. plo always gives some line about the aesthetic, but really, plo only did it once to try it, and it annoyed his troopers so much he only reads printed novels now.
he participates in some shenanigans himself. he goes over to the bouncy ball crate and chooses one to carry with him through the day. whenever he senses one of his men nearby, he will gently float the ball over the aisles and bonk them on the head before quickly calling the ball back to him and running away.
he doesn’t buy much for himself, other than the headphones. he always gets cheap ones because often times they break or he looses them.
the rest of his money goes to buying things for his pack and ahsoka.
when ahsoka accompanies them, which becomes less and less frequent as the war progresses, he helps her pick out new boots for battle, because she wears out the soles very quickly. jedi are not supposed to have worldly possessions, but he found a lamp shaped like a loth cat, and if anakin can have a pod racing poster in his room, plo figured ahsoka can have a cute-shaped light.
ahsoka named the lamp after r2.
the time they went to target after ahsoka left, plo bought himself a loth cat lamp.
he named it after her.
they dragged along baby ‘soka: in the first days of the war, before ahsoka was even anakin’s padawan, they took ahsoka to their target. she goes FERAL oh its so funny. it was only her second time there, and it had been YEARS since she last went, so she was very excited. eventually wolffe stopped her by kneeling in front of her and put his hands on her shoulders. he calmed her down enough for her to hop onto his shoulders so he could give her a tour. plo buys her a lemonade at the space starbucks outlet at the end of the day, and they went to dex’s for lunch, on obi-wan’s suggestion.
she l o v e s target so much that when she became anakin’s padawan, it was one of the first things she suggested they do to bond together.
Summary: The war ended but now you have deal with a trauma you weren’t expecting. (Wolffe x reader)
A/N: Hello Lovelies
This came to me after learning a sad news about a friend of a friend. It’s never easy dealing with betrayal. Quick pause, I just want to clarify Wolffe is not the betrayer, here. Okay, continuing on, I wrote this with a specific person in mind, so it might be a little character heavy. If this has happened to you, I am truly sorry, and I hope this story brings you some comfort. Just know that after the pain, starts the healing and eventually each day gets better.
Thank you @firstofficerwiggles for being my beta reader, you’re awesome bestie!
Italics - flashback
Warnings: Pain, grief, mentions of drinking, marital betrayal, violence (mild), fluff, angst, I think that’s all of it, if I miss any please let me know.
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You just had to get through tonight, that’s it, just get through the next few hours of celebrating the end of the war, and then you could go home and cry your eyes out. Just keep up the happy face. Smile, nod, joke, repeat.
I should have known something was up, the way they pulled away from me, the way they kept coming up with excuses to spend time anywhere but with me, however I didn’t want to believe it, how could I? How could I believe that my husband, the one I dedicated myself to, the one I loved unconditionally would have turned his back on me.
Was I not enough? Not pretty enough? Not adventurous enough? Was it something about my skin? My eyes? Maybe it was my hair? Maybe I wasn’t funny enough? Not kind enough?
“Hey” I turned to look at Sinker, his face was full of concern, “you okay?”
“Yeah” I gave him my best fake smile, “why wouldn’t I be?”
“You sure?” Sinker looked as though he didn’t fully believe me, but took my nod as an answer and focused back on the table. We were all drinking, all laughing, joking, but I wasn’t really listening.
“Anyone want a refill?” I asked, to the table, a few of the guys raised their hands, I nodded, taking their order and headed to the bar. I motioned to the droid behind the bar, gave our order as quickly as possible, I was focused on my hands remembering what just happened hours ago, when we landed.
“Honey, I’m home” I noticed his shoes by the door, I couldn’t help the smile that graced my lips. Thinking I’d never have to leave his side again, I was home and this was it. We could start our lives.
“Did you hear?” I asked as I left my bag by the door, it still felt weird, even after all these years calling his place, our place, especially since oftentimes I was on the Triumphant with the 104th. I walked further into the apartment. “Turns out Chancellor Palpatine was behind the whole thing” I continued talking, despite the nagging feeling in the back of my head, “Fox apparently found out evidence, and turned it into the Jedi, isn’t that great! All our plans …” my voice caught in my throat at the scene that was before, it took me a minute to understand the motions I was seeing belonged to my spouse and his co-worker.
They just sat there looking at me, “Babe …” silence permeated every inch of the apartment, suffocating me, choking me, “you’re home sooner than I thought?”
“How … how …” were the only words that came out, as tears began to prick my eyes. He got up from the bed, donning a pair of pants, he walked towards me, I took a step back. Until my eyes locked on their co-worker’s, I don’t know what came over me I lunged for his coworker, ready to scratch out their eyes, I’m not sure who screamed, whether it was them, him, or me, all I know is he grabbed me by the waist dragging me away from the bedroom, closing the door behind us. I turned to face him, my fists pounding on his chest, tears streaming down my face, “How could you! Why? WHY!”
“I’m sorry!” Is all he said, as he held me, trying to prevent me from hurting him.
“Really!” He finally stated, as he pushed me onto the chair in the living room.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re never here! When you are, it’s for two weeks, maybe a month and then you’re off again, with your boys”
“Come on, you care more about those clones than about me!”
“That’s not true. They’re my men, I look after them when they’re sick, when they’re injured. But I’m married to you! There’s no one … and even if I did it doesn’t excuse what you did.”
“Agree to disagree”
“I …” my anger grew, it boiled within me, I wanted to punch him, kick him. He stood running his hands through his hair.
“Listen let me get rid of them, and then you and I can talk”
I didn’t say anything, just sat on the chair and watched as he stood heading towards the bedroom.
“You ever gonna bring those back over?” Wolffe’s gruff voice was unmistakable, as he came and stood beside me. I discreetly wiped the tears as I turned to look at him.
“Sorry, guess I’m just tired”
“Surprised you’re not home, thought you’d be celebrating with your husband” Wolffe watched your every move, he noticed something was off about you. Then again he always noticed everything about you, you’d been the apple of his eye ever since you walked on to the Triumphant. When you mentioned you were married, it broke him, he was miserable for weeks, but in the end he’d rather be in your life than not at all.
“He understood. Said that we had all the time to celebrate just the two of us, so why not spend tonight with my men.” I focused back on the drink in my hand.
“Wolffe, you said you were going to bring us the drinks” Sinker stated, he grabbed the tray that had the refills and brought it to the booth.
I watched as Sinker walked away. Wolffe stayed beside me, his eyes were examining every inch of my face. “Wanna get some air?” I shrugged, Wolffe nodded and guided me outside, his hand hovered over my lower back but never rested against it as he moved us through the crowd. The cold air hit my face like a punch, the tears began pricking against my eyes again. “You gonna tell me what’s really going on?”
I turned to look at Wolffe as we walked over to the fence that kept the civilians safe from the speeder-way “Nothing’s going on, Wolffe”
“Sinker, may be dumb enough or drunk enough to accept your lies, but mesh’la I know you. I know you a lot better than you think I do, and I know you are doing your best to keep a brave front, doing your best to keep from crying, no matter how hard you try, I can tell.”
“Wolffe,” my voice pleaded. I didn’t want to talk about this. I closed my eyes trying to keep my sadness locked in, this was supposed to be a night of celebration, not sadness.
“Mesh’la” Wolffe pressed his hand against my back, “talk to me, it breaks my heart to see you like this, what happened? I know something has been going on with you for the past few months, you’ve been sad for weeks. There’s been a cloud hanging over you and I’ve tried to just be there for you, but this … it’s like the darkness seeped into you tonight. Allow me to carry some of that darkness for you, mesh’la.” I couldn’t help looking at Wolffe, his eyes, his stance, everything pleaded with me, “After all, why do you think I have such broad shoulders? It’s not just to add to my rugged handsomeness” I couldn’t help chuckling as I wiped another tear, but that only led to a full breakdown. Wolffe wrapped me in a hug, pressing me against him, carrying me practically.
“Mesh’la talk to me, what happened?” Wolffe’s mind raced to various scenarios, as far as he knew your husband didn’t have a dangerous job, he wasn’t ill. Did something happen to one of your other family members? Maybe one of your siblings?
“When I … home … saw … right there …”
Wolffe did understand anything, you said in between the sobs. He bit his bottom lip, “I’m sorry, mesh’la, I want to say I understood, but I got maybe every other word”
I couldn’t help chuckle into his chest. I pulled away from his arms, running my hands through my hair. I motioned for him to follow me to the bench down the street. I took a moment to breathe before I told him what was waiting for me when I got home. I noticed Wolffe’s hand clenched against his knees as my story progressed.
“I should’ve known something was up. I kept having this nagging feeling in the back of my head, for months, every time we were on leave, or I had to extend my leave, he just … he kept pushing me away. Telling me he was tired, that work was difficult, but the truth is he just - - he doesn’t …” my voice began to break again, I cleared my throat, focusing on my hands. “He said it was my fault”
“He said what?” Wolffe growled, turning to look at you.
“He said that I spent too much time with you guys, that I never got a long enough leave …”
“Mesh’la,” Wolffe grabbed your hand, it was gentle, more gentle than he ever imagined possible he could be, “no. No. Nothing you did would even come close to justifying what he did.”
“I know. In my head, I know that, in fact I told him that, but it's just …”
Wolffe’s anger was building, how dare this man … Wolffe resolved within himself he was going to pay this man a visit. “Where are you staying?”
“With my sister, I can’t … after seeing it, after knowing how many countless times they spent together in our bed … I just …”
“Let me take you to your sister’s, make sure you get there okay, please mesh’la”
I nodded, as he helped me off the bench, we walked in silence till we took an air taxi to her place.
Wolffe watched as you walked into your sister’s building, he was angry, beyond angry, how dare the person you've dedicated yourself to treat you this way, how dare he … all Wolffe wanted was to pull you into his arms again, keeping you safe, keeping you from feeling the hurt you were currently feeling, the betrayal.
He took his time walking back to 79’s, it probably would’ve been faster to take the airtaxi back, but he needed the air, needed the time. He would need to find out where he worked, maybe the war was over, but he had one last mission, to hurt the man who hurt you.
“Wolffe?” Sinker watched as his vod came back into 79’s, he looked angry, properly angry. He hadn’t seen him this angry since Khorm.
“Where did you go?”
“Nowhere, just for a walk”
“Long walk, did something happen, you seem pissed”
Wolffe wanted to tell Sinker what happened, what you told him, but it wasn’t his place. “Just thinking about what this will mean for us, the end of the war.”
“Maybe you can tell her how you feel, I mean I know she’s married but … you never know.”
“I won’t do that to her” Wolffe let out quietly, “I won’t hurt her like that; we’re friends and I’d rather be her friend than nothing.” Even id your husband didn't appreciate what he had with you, Wolffe wasn't ready to add to your hurt. You didn't deserve that “Listen, I’m gonna …” Wolffe scrubbed his face, “I’m going to head to the barracks”
“Yeah, I just … I’m just tired”
“Where is she?”
“She went home”
“Oh. Okay. I understand.” Sinker nodded, probably why Wolffe didn’t want to stick around knowing you had gone home to your husband. Sinker met the guy once and he never fully understood what you saw in him, the man was a jerk, some of the things he said to you, even how he looked at other women when you weren’t paying attention or had walked away to the refresher, it sickened him, but at the end of the day you loved him, and more importantly you trusted him, so he just bit his tongue. Sinker watched as Wolffe exited the club, despite the glaringly obvious there was something else going on with him.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Wolffe spent three days stalking his prey once he learned where he worked, he followed the di’kut everywhere, to work, to his home, even to his lover’s home where he spent all of four minutes in the bedroom; Wolffe sniggered, what did this man have that made you want to commit to him.
He watched as he walked down the street, the man looked so smug, as though he was the greatest thing that had ever graced this known universe. Wolffe waited, his prey was near, he could almost smell the horrendous odour of the man’s cologne. Wolffe’s hood kept from his view, the cloak and mask he had on definitely hid his face and who he was - despite what might happen, he didn’t want you to get into trouble or have to deal with the man’s ego.
Just a few more minutes … Wolffe reached out to grab his prey, it was quick as he threw him against the wall.
“Get off!” Wolffe didn’t respond simply punching the man in his stomach. “Take it” he offered quietly and shakily, as he gave over his wallet, Wolffe chuckled as though mere credits could save him, Wolffe landed another hit, this time in the man’s thigh, “What do you want?” He let out as another blow landed in his abdomen.
“Nothing” was all Wolffe said, his modulated voice filling the air, as his knee met the man’s groin, he hit with full force.
“Then why!” His prey fell to his knees guarding his appendage that he clearly valued more than the person who loved him unconditionally.
“Because you had everything, and chose to destroy it, rather than cherish it” Wolffe looked down at his prey, he was quivering as understanding flooded his eyes, “she risked her life for you, she loved you with everything, and it wasn’t enough for you.”
“You’re one of her clones” he spat out, Wolffe sensed his disgust, his jealousy at the word clone, “should've known she would’ve run back crying to your pathetic …” Wolffe didn’t let him finish as his fist hit him square in the jaw knocking the man out cold. He quickly checked to make sure the man was still breathing, and sent out an anonymous call for help. He walked away, dropping the cloak and mask in a nearby incinerator. Hopefully, it won't come back to bite you.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“I don’t understand” I looked at the Red Corrie Guards standing at my sister’s door.
“Ma’am it’s a simple question, where were you, between 12:30 and 13:00 hours yesterday”
“With my family”
“No where else?”
“Do you have an alibi?”
“Yes, my sister and her kids, we spent the day at the Coruscanti Gardens, we have the stubs for the entry and I’m sure you’d be able to find security footage of us. Now, I’m going to ask again, what is this about?”
“Yesterday at approximately 12:30 hours, your husband was attacked.”
“Is he okay?” My concern hit the roof.
“Of course, I am, he may be a loser and lowlife, but he’s still my husband.”
“Ma’am can you think of anyone who may want to hurt your husband?”
“No, of course … not” I thought back to Wolffe’s clenched hands, the anger that radiated off him.
“My husband has been cheating on me with his co-worker, you may want to double check with their spouse. Maybe they found out.”
“Is that why you are staying here?”
“Yes. Now, can I ask if the bastard is going to die?”
“No, ma’am. We received an anonymous call just shortly after the incident, medics were able to render aid quite quickly. When the medics found him, he kept repeating your name. Are you certain you have no idea who may want to cause him bodily harm?”
“Aside from me, no. I’m sorry, and I have an alibi”
“Understood. Thank you for your time, ma’am”
“One quick question, if you don’t mind?”
“Is he still at the hospital?”
“I believe so, ma’am.”
I watched as the Coruscanti Guards nodded and walked away from Mel’s door. “What was that?”
“The jackass got himself beat up”
“Good. Is he going to live?” She asked as I walked over to my comm.
“Pity. Are you going to call him?”
I let out a breath, “No. I’m going to go see him.”
“Don’t Mel me, after what that man did, after how he hurt you, you’re going to go take care of him.”
“No. I said I’m going to see him, not take care of him. I need to see him.”
“Want me to come with?”
I shook my head, “I got this”
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My eyes took in the bruised man that lay on the bed, and the stupid trollop who held his hand, my anger fuelled within me at seeing them together, maker how I wanted to scratch their eyes out. I stood at the entrance of the med room.
“Could you give us a minute?” My tone was clipped as I directed my attention to the trollop, my fists clenched by my side.
“I’m not going anywhere, this is all your fault” the trollop had the audacity to comment.
“It’s okay, babe” my heart stung, hearing his pet name for me directed to the trollop, “give us a few minutes. Maybe get yourself a cup of caf”
“Do you want anything babe?”
They were doing this on purpose. “Maybe some water”
“Sure thing” the trollop stood from their seat heading out, before giving me cut-eye all the way out the door. Gods I wanted to smack that perfect face of theirs, mark them on the outside to show the world what kind of trollop they truly were. Silence permeated the room once again.
I watched as his lips set in a tight thin lip, “Couldn’t do it yourself, so you set one of your men on me, huh?”
“You heard me”
“I have no idea …”
“Oh please, just be honest you probably slept with one of them and got him to attack me”
“You son of …”
“One more step and I press the button for security”
“First off, let me explain something to you, you worm. Unlike you, I don’t need someone to attack you for me, I can do that all on my own. Secondly, if someone - and I highly doubt that someone would - attack you on my behalf, unlike you, people like me for me, and I don’t need to sleep with them. Thirdly, if you got your ass handed to you, that has nothing to do with my guys. They would have killed you and not even thought twice about it.”
“Listen you can try to sound all high and mighty, but I know the truth, you had one of your men do this”
“Exactly what is this?” I motioned to his prone position, “Anything broken?”
“Brain bleeding, brain swelling, any life-threatening injuries?”
“Then exactly what is your issue? Some bruises?”
“Not just bruises”
“So something is broken?”
“No, just … strained” he answered with a clipped tone.
“What’s strained?” He didn’t answer, simply winced when he shifted his lower half, I covered my mouth fighting the chuckle that wanted to erupt, “Oh. I see.”
“You really telling me, you don’t know who could have done this” he motioned to his lower half.
“Honestly, if I knew, I would give them the biggest kiss I could, but no. I have no idea who could’ve done this. Listen, I’m sorry for what happened to you” I took a minute to think about that, “actually, you know what, I’m not. You deserve to have your ass handed to you. You broke my heart. I loved you for years, years I’ve put up with your nonsense. Your ups and downs. I’ve forgiven a lot. I was there with you when things were tough at the beginning, I was there when you lost your father and it nearly broke you. All those nights we spent discussing our future, all those nights we held each other, and … when the war started and I got shifted from the barracks to an actual ship, all of that what … all those plans, all those hopes …” my bottom lip started to quiver, “I was faithful to you. I fought for you, and you …” I shook my head, “I’m going to go clean out my stuff. I really just came here to make sure you were in fact alive, and to tell you goodbye.”
“You’re really leaving?” His eyes looked into mine as though reality hit.
“You broke my heart, and you blamed me for all of it. I’m not saying I’m completely innocent here, or that maybe I couldn't have tried harder, but every time I made an effort you pushed away, you didn’t try. You didn’t even attempt to try. You … you just went and …” I wiped away a tear, “Yes, I’m leaving. I’m gonna get my stuff. I’m going to stay with my sister, they have a room for me.”
“Listen, maybe we can …”
“We, we can’t do anything, not anymore. I close my eyes and I see you … I can’t … when I look at you, that’s all I see now. You tainted everything, everything we built, everything we hoped for, all for what a quick lay? I can’t ever forgive you for that.”
“It wasn’t a quick lay”
“Then what was it?”
“Love. I love them.”
“I see” I nodded, wiping a tear, “Well then all the best, take care of yourself.”
I headed out of the room, “Wait!” I turned to look at him, “I am sorry, I didn’t mean … I did love you, I loved you with all my heart, but it … the war, it changed everything, and you weren’t there. I’m sorry but you weren’t, and they were.”
“Like I said, take care of yourself”
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I wanted to comm Wolffe, thank him for what he did after all there was only one person I had told from the 104th about what happened, but one day turned into two, then a week, then a month, and before I knew it, a year had gone by without seeing or speaking to Wolffe. I missed him. I saw Sinker from time to time, since he started dating my best friend, he kept me informed of Wolffe, about how he was doing, how all the 104th was doing, however he only offered the bare minimum, not sure if that was due to Wolffe’s request or maybe because he was angry at me for being out of touch with him for so long.
Oftentimes my mind floated back to Wolffe, how he was always there for me, especially when I needed him the most. I just don’t know why he didn’t reach out to me, why he kept his distance.
I sat at the cafe, taking sips of my tea, as I thought about how my life had changed since the end of the war. I was now single. Living in a one bedroom apartment, working on getting my degree for my doctorate to be a full fledged physician, I did my best to push those thoughts aside and focused back on my textbooks.
Wolffe wanted to call you, he wanted to be there for you, but he knew you needed space. Needed to figure yourself out. Maker, how he wanted to be there for you, in fact he showed up once at your sister’s, you were playing with your niece and nephew, he watched you through the window of the common room, you looked happy. He wanted to keep that memory, he wanted to see you always happy. He wished his feet would have carried him to your door, but he ran into your sister, she told him you were handling everything as best as you could, you still had your days, sometimes she woke up to your crying, but you were busy with school getting your doctorate. He was so proud of you, it was a dream of yours to become a doctor, and now you were doing it.
When Wolffe walked into the cafe the last person he expected to see was you, his breath caught in his throat. You looked just as beautiful as the last time he saw you, when he walked you to your sister’s the night of the celebration. He debated for a while what he should do, should he stay or should he go? He watched as you took another sip of your tea but it was empty, he chuckled, you only were able to study if you had tea. He quietly walked up to the counter and ordered another tea for you and his usual hazelnut caf.
With his smoothest of motions, he placed the tea in front of you, the look of shock on your face, was totally worth it.
“Wolffe?” I couldn’t believe my eyes, as he grinned at me, maker, how I missed that grin.
“Hey mesh’la, been a while” Wolffe motioned to the chair beside him, “mind if I sit down?”
“No. Please.” I couldn’t hold back the smile at seeing him, “You look good,” I motioned to all of him, he was in civilian clothing, that really brought out his shoulders and wide chest. He had a full beard growing, and even his hair was a little longer.
“Thank you, mesh’la. You look good too. How’ve you been? How are things?”
“Um … well” I chuckled, “as you can see I’m back in school”
“I heard, getting your doctorate to be a physician, right?”
“Yeah. There’s a special program, because of my years of service with the GAR, and my own medical knowledge as a medic, they shortened the schooling from five years to two and a half. It’s a lot of work, but it’s great.”
“I’m happy for you, that’s what you always wanted. I remember all those conversations we had during the war.”
“Thanks, what about you, what are you doing?”
“Still a Commander, but I’m actually up for a promotion soon.”
“Really, that’s awesome”
“Thanks, I'll be getting my stars and becoming a General by week's end”
“Wolffe that’s amazing, but I thought you wanted to open a bakery”
“Oh, I did”
“Yeah, but I don’t bake, learned that the hard way” Wolffe chuckled, “I almost burned down the kitchen, but I have learned to cook, which I thoroughly enjoy, and being the owner of a bakery is just as fun as being a baker.”
“That’s amazing, I’m so happy for you, what bakery?”
“This one” Wolffe chuckled, “did the Wolffe symbol on the cups not give it away?”
“Oh my stars!” My hand smacked against my forehead, “Pup cafe, how did … clearly, my brain is fried from all my studying” I chuckled, “no wonder, I love this place, I come here all the time to study, usually after a shift at the hospital.”
“I’m glad you feel comfortable here, we aim to make sure everyone feels included.”
“Well you definitely did that; I just saw Sinker a few days ago and he never mentioned you had a bakery.”
“Really, you see Sinker?” Wolffe couldn’t help the feeling of his heart breaking a little, so you had kept in touch with the rest of the squad, just not him, and why hadn't Sinker said anything.
I nodded as I took a sip of the new tea that Wolffe brought me, “Yeah, not all the time though, between studying, working at the hospital, and doing my rounds as a physician, I don’t have a lot of time, but I saw him cause he was picking up Rea, for their date.”
“Oh … so you live with Rea?”
“No, she just happened to be over, and it was easier for him to just get her from my place.”
“Oh, I see,” Wolffe nodded as he took a sip of his caf.
I bit my lip, there was something I wanted to say for the longest time and now the opportunity presented itself, “Wolffe, about …”
“I’m sorry” Wolffe offered before you finished, he loved your confused look, it was like a puppy unsure of what was happening around them, “for not reaching out, after that night. I wanted to …”
“No” I reached forward and held his hand, I was shocked at my reaction, it was as though my hand had a mind of its own, and now that it was there, feeling the warmth coming from his hand, it realized it didn’t want to be anywhere else, “it was my fault. After everything that happened with him, I just … I was embarrassed. I always talked about how amazing he was and how he was someone I could trust implicitly, and … it was my fault. I just couldn’t bear to deal with all the sad looks and pity glances from people, so I pulled away, not just from you, from everyone. If it wasn’t for Rea dating Sinker, I wouldn’t have even been talking to him.”
Wolffe couldn’t help the smirk on his face, as he held your hand, “There’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about, he was the asshat, not you. You never did anything wrong.”
“Maybe, but I probably didn’t help what led to the situation either, at least that’s what I think” as I looked at Wolffe’s eyes, there was so much being said, how he made his cybernetic eye have so much emotion was always beyond me. “There’s something else, I never got a chance to do, because of what happened. I never got a chance to thank you.”
“Thank me? For what?”
“I know it was you, Wolffe” I chuckled
“It was me…”
“Who beat him up. I knew it the minute those Coruscanti Guards showed up at my sister’s place. I knew it the minute I saw him lying in that hospital bed.”
“Mesh’la, I’m not sure …”
“Wolffe” I quirked my eyebrow at him, a low chuckle came out of him, as he squeezed my hand.
“Never could get anything past you, could I?”
“Nope. Honestly, it was just what I needed; it gave me the push to leave him. I was dragging my heels for two weeks, and then when they showed up and told me what happened, I knew. Thank you for defending my honour.”
“You’re welcome. He deserved a lot worse, but I didn’t want to get you in trouble.”
“I’m glad you weren’t caught. I tried to keep tabs on the investigation to make sure you weren’t a prime suspect.”
“I didn’t care about what happened to me, all I cared about was the fact he didn’t appreciate what he had.’
“You might not have cared, but I did. I’ve always cared” I looked from Wolffe to the books in front of me, my hand clutching the cup of tea a little harder.
“That’s what friends are for, I guess. To care for you even when you don’t care about yourself” Wolffe offered, he wanted to know where you were in the grand scheme of things, he wanted to ask you out, but truthfully, his timing clearly sucked, if you were that busy at the hospital.
“True” I swallowed the nerves down, did he only view me as a friend? “What’s new with you? Seeing anyone?” I tried to pull my hand away, but Wolffe wouldn’t let me go.
“No. There’s never been anyone that could hold a candle to you, mesh’la” Wolffe gave up caring, he wasted years pining for you, months keeping his distance, this couldn’t just be a coincidence that you both ran into each other. It had to be the will of the force, as his buir would say.
I felt my face heat as his statement, “Wolffe?” In the back of my head I always suspected he may have had feelings for me, but being married, I made a point never to entertain those thoughts.
“I don’t know what your status is, if you are ready to start dating again, or if you even have the time because of your studies, but mesh’la I have been in love with you since the day you stepped foot on to the Triumphant, and now that we’ve all received the cure for our rapid aging, I have my own business, I’m going to be promoted to General in a few days, I finally feel I am worthy of you. Would you …” Wolffe cleared his throat, “Would you care to join me for dinner?”
Speechless, I was completely without speech at his confession. Since I stepped foot on the Triumphant? That was nearly five years ago now. For five years he was in love with me?
“I know this is probably a lot to take in, and maybe I’m rushing things, but I just … I don’t want to waste a minute. Not seeing you or talking to you this past year has been excruciating and now that you’re here … I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Of course, you wouldn’t have feelings for me, I’m an idiot” Wolffe pulled his hand away, what was he thinking!
“Mesh’la it’s my fault … I shouldn’t have … we can just be friends, I’d rather …”
“No, it’s fine, honestly … I’d rather have you in my life ….”
“Wolffe!” I pleaded for him to listen as I grabbed his hand, holding on to it, trying to soak up the feeling of utter and complete safety. He always offered me, “Yes, I would love to go to dinner with you.”
He didn’t hear you properly, did you just say yes? Wolffe blinked a few times, his face must not have been hiding his shock in any way shape or form, because you started giggling, that sound that always made his heart flutter, “Sorry, could you say that again.”
“Of course, I’d say yes. Wolffe, you were there for me more times than I can count, you’ve always treated me with respect and dignity. All this time that I didn’t see you or talk to you have been absolutely hellish for me too, the only reason, I drown myself with work is because well a - I love it, and b - it kept me from thinking about you. I’ve always admired you Wolffe, and that’s also partly why I tried my best to keep my distance while we were on the ship; because I knew, if I spent more time with you, I’d fall in love with you. I couldn’t betray my husband … ex-husband like that. I would love to go to dinner with you.”
“How about tonight?”
“Rather than wait for tonight, why don’t you walk me to my apartment so I can drop off my textbooks, and we can spend the day together, catching up, talking and just see where things lead”
“I’d love that cyar’ika”
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