#clone wars captain rex

[echoedcrosshairs]

Unseen Scars

Summary: Female Jedi survived order 66 hides out in the underground of Ord Mantell. Hiding out in Cid's parlor keeping your head down you see Rex's face and get sent backward in time. (Gif by @dreamswithghosts)

Warning: Order 66 Jedi Trauma, Feeling Haunted, Soft Rex, Angsty and Love

Word count: 2.7

(part two)

Masterlist

The costs of war can never be truly accounted for, you spun the disgusting bottom shelf liquid around your glass pondering Master Yoda's saying noting how right it was. Your head swam back to when the order was given, feeling all the death and pain through the force. The betrayal on the deepest level, soldiers we fought beside for years trusted with our lives killing us like discarded bantha fodder. We never saw it coming, we speculated something was coming but we never dreamed that our dearest allies would turn on us. You wondered if anyone had made it and if they too lived like womp rats hiding in darkness.

One must let go of the past to hold on to the future. The saying twisted in your guts like a knife, how does one even move past something like that? How could I even think of the future? Your mind wandered to your closest... friend and confidant then the rage seethed like it normally did when you envision his face knowing it was one of countless who gunned down Jedi. You slammed the drink back. Looking up you saw another hooded stranger walking sitting in the other dark corner. Your mind went blank at this presence, body screaming at you to run... it didn't take long to find out why. Frozen to your seat like the ice of Hoth itself held you down forcing you to watch the scene unfolds. In the commotion your hood most have fallen back, the four men and him stared at you you didn't hear a word that was said before that your ears rang and your mind fell blank. Puzzled looks fell on the four men's faces as he softly said "Commander..." The title use to make your heart flutter everytime he called it out but now it just filled you with terror. Any minute now he was going to shoot, your heart pounded and your feet finally started moving.

Rex fell to unabashedly to his knees for a moment watching you flee from him, she's not dead, the relief flooded him followed by agonizing truth that you were horrified of him, why wouldn't you be? Why didn't you hear that his chip was gone? His hand wiped the revolution that trickled from his eyes. Rex's head was spinning but he pulled himself up one leg at a time. He looked at Echo who was staring at the door before turning to him gripping his shoulder, "We'll find her, Captain."

"Who was that, Rex?" Hunter asked.

"A Jedi," Echo whispered, "a very dear friend of ours."

Hunter waited staring at Rex knowing there was more to the story, "Found her," Tech said interrupting the silence.

"Where is she," Echo said taking the data pad from Tech, "She's on the move-" finally noticing the wetness he wiped from his face.

"Girlfriend, wasn't she?" Tech said filling in the unspoken blanks.

"Soldier's can't have relations with the Jedi-" Rex stated.

"The Republic is gone and to the Empire you are dead," Tech said flatly.

"We have to go, Captain," Echo urged, Rex nodded and the Five of them started running.

What is lost is often found. Ord Mantell had become your darkness, a sliver of peace and privacy in the blossoming chaos of the Empire spreading through out the galaxy. A chance to fade into the shadows as a relic of an era that was over. Now this home had to be abandon just like everything else. Your feet kept running and the hair on back of your neck stood up. You looked back, nearly tripping noticing the four's armor. Commando's, the deadliest troopers, designed differently and raised to endure. They probably have everything mapped out in their hands, it's like shooting a rancor in a cage. Not even with my saber do I stand a chance against four... Although one seems familiar... You looked back noticing the one with a stomp, "Echo... Clone Force 99," you ducked sideways into the nearest building. Crosshair has to be up above some where waiting for his trap to spring.

You cut through the building hopefully buying yourself time to think. Running out of breath you rested for a second against the wall. You mentally listed Hunter's, Tech's and Wrecker's enhancements. Anyone but Wrecker even with his strength I doubt it would be quick... Then again with Crosshairs temperament I doubt he would be either. You hit your head back against the wall before taking off again. Turning your head again you saw Hunter catching up, you stopped for a second using the force to rip a door and shoved it in his direction, but you knew it was to late his hunters sense of smell and hearing... If I could just get to the nightclub... I could use that against him- You're body collided with a solid mass and tumbled back, Echo. You scrambled back to your feet defensively reaching for the lightsaber that was no longer there.

"I'm putting down my blaster," Echo said eyeing you like a rapid animal waiting to lounge, "Commander, you're safe. None of us are going to hurt you nor to turn you in."

"The clones betrayed us," you gritted out slowly backing out of the room.

"Not all of us, Commander," Rex said behind you and his arms come around you. Feeling you thrash against him, "Mesh'la..." he got out pained softly whispering your name, "You're safe," he felt your legs buckle slowly took both of you to the ground holding you against him wrapping his arms around you tighter hearing the sobs start. He gave Echo a weary look as he sat looking at the two of you.

"Commander, I'm glad you made it. Both of you," Echo said taking off his helmet setting it off to the side, "The three of us together again," he added quietly with a small chuckle.

"Say something..." Rex whispered, "anything..."

"Let me go.." as you finished the sentence Rex's arm came off, always the loyal solider following orders. Pathetically you crawled away from both of them curling your knees to your body. You looked at them resting your head on your knee, "Is this some sick trick?" You whispered.

Rex's fingers went to the scar on the side of his head, "It's gone," he paused reaching out his hand, "Ask me again."

Anxiously you took his hand and asked again feeling the truth in the answer and Echo did the same, "The others need to get their chips out but they haven't activated, I promise."

Finally you genuinely looked at Rex, the fine buzzed blonde hair, the poncho hiding his 501st armor and earthy tones eyes staring back at you. You stared at him the red veins in his eyes, you wiped the tears from your own looking up out the windows. There was no imperial ships above waiting because they would have been here by now. Glancing down you found your hand visibly shaking you pulled your arms into your lap handing them. You looked back at Rex as much as you wanted to see him your mind kept slipping backwards seeing the troopers fire at you and the others fleeing. Shutting your eyes you buried your head in your lap.

"So... why are they just sitting there?" Wrecker asked.

"Given the last time she was around regs they tried to terminate her per Order 66," Tech offered, "If she around them when the order was given which I am assuming she was given her behavior."

"Shouldn't we be in there because we're not regs?"

"No, we still have our chips however deviant we are if what Captain Rex says to be true, the three of us are the dangerous ones. I would leave them be."

"Commander..." Rex said softly.

"The war is over, you don't need to call me that," you said lifting your head to your knees. Rex whispered your name softly and you forced yourself to look at him, "What?" you whispered.

"I'm glad you're still here."

You reminded silent for a moment, How do I even answer that? I'm not. "Thank you," you decided to be polite.

"Do you want me to give you two a couple minutes?" Echo asked softly.

No, "Yes," forced its way out through your strained vocals.

Echo looked at Rex hesitantly before prying himself off the hard ground heading outside to meet up with his squad, finding the anxious look on their faces discussing what had compelled Rex to cry given it was next to impossible for a clone. Everyone in the had 501st gossiped about what was going between them but neither of them had every winded any truth to it, Echo aired that curiosity to them which silenced them in understanding.

Rex moved closer to you watching you flinch moving his hands under his poncho watching you tense up as he took it off. He slowly took off his armor laying it to him revealing the plain civvies underneath, "Just me," he whispered watching you relax a bit. He cautiously scoot forward waiting to see if you would move away when you didn't he came a hands width away. He looked at the ponchow with an idea putting it over both of your heads surrounding both of you in completed darkness to keep the reminders of his face at bay but also privacy, "Just us."

"Why did you chase after me?"

"I always protect my Jedi, I'll always protect you."

"Why did you send 99 after me... it was horrifying."

"That wasn't my idea albeit it was a good plan to get around you sensing me if you were distracted," Rex admitted, "It worked in my favor, albeit to well." Weakly Rex let his finger tips touch your knee waiting to see if you'd jerk away but you didn't and he slide his palm on your knee resting it there. He gave it a gentle squeeze, "I'm sorry."

Shakily you put your hand on top of it and squeezed it back. The familiar warmth radiated off him, "Rex," the name rolled from your tongue like a distant pleasant memory, "it's getting hot under here." He laid one hand on top yours and used the other to cast aside the poncho to the ground, "Better" you whispered.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?" it pained him to think about finding you again and losing you again but it comforted him that you had survived. He smiled watching the emotions coast through your face, you'd always been so good at hiding them but now they were as plain to see as the stars in a clear night.

Your mind screamed yes but the familiar warmth in your heart said no. Staring at the scar on his head, you shook your head Rex isn't a threat, Rex isn't a threat, Rex isn't a threat. Your stomach turned but you allowed yourself to reach out to him through the force finding the familiar honesty, courage, loyalty, the secret in his heart that did his best to hide from the outside world was so blatantly on display with his touch. You watch pain on his face slowly relieving.

You felt him slowly weave his fingers through yours, "Is that okay?" he asked.

"I can feel Echo's contentment and laughter from here," you weakly laughed.

"They did speculate about what was going on between us," Rex smiled looking up at Echo laughing in the window giving him a thumbs up hearing him faintly say 'Called it'. Rex groaned still smiling, "Will you allow this humble man to walk you back to the parlor?"

"Yeah... I need a drink... or a dozen," you said prying yourself up with him still holding your hand as he stood up himself temporarily letting go to reaffix his armor and poncho.

"When did you take up drinking?" he asked arching an eyebrow relacing his fingers through yours noting you wouldn't look at him to long but the expression said enough as to why. His thumb traced the reminiscent intimate skin of his love, each swipe solidifying that you were alive and there not just some figment of his imagination holding him to the past, "I've missed you with each breath of life my soul expels."

Your face flames at his words, "When did you become a poet?" you jested.

"To many late nights wondering what happened to you."

Echo rejoined the two of you but everyone else gave you breathing room. Even with his fingers gripping to yours he still brought his other hand across his body holding onto your arm for dear life. You looked up at him almost crying again, even before all of this you never publicly got to walk down the street with him or show any interest in him.

"What is it?" he whispered, "My fabulous hair getting in your eye?" he attempted to crack a joke.

"That was horrible, Captain," Echo chuckled.

You squeezed his hand, "Never got to do this before... walk down the street just as me and you."

"It's a different time," he offered.

"So Comm-" Echo caught the title switching to your name instead, "How long," he said motioning his finger between the two of you."

Rex looked at you a bright scarlet sweeping his face, "Well... somewhere between the whole time and now," he offered.

Echo gave him a flabbergasted look, "What."

"Help?" Rex choked out taking his extra hand off your arm to rub his head awkwardly which got an even more expressive reaction from Echo,

"Tibrin," you offered back smirking at the unspoken about mission.

Echo groaned knowing the answer was going to get him no where. He looked at both of you smiling, "Everything in the galaxy has changed but I'm glad something stayed the same."

"I didn't think it would," Rex said flatly staring at the ground for a couple minutes before looking back up.

You stopped as much as the anxiety about the clones put you on edge, that comment stung worse, "Commander?" he asked staring at you. Even Echo had stopped.

"To love, is to trust. To trust is to believe. Do you believe I would so easily changeable?"

"We change everyday to adapt to this new world. Who we are now is not who we were when we met."

You dropped his hand continued walking, "Cyare," he groaned wrapping his arms around you pulling you to him, "You didn't let me finish. We as people change but in no galaxy, nor time apart nor in death will my heart ever beat for anyone else. Looks at me Mesh'la," Rex swallowed although his mouth and throat were parched, "Let me kiss you to prove it."

You looked up at him, Rex had never been one for public affection even so much as holding his hands behind his back and side stepping if he was even within a foot of you even in moments of privacy outside of a confined bedroom. He peeled his gloves off sticking them in his pocket, "It's only ever been you," he said lightly touching your face with one hand waiting before bringing the other to your face caressing you pull you close to him lowering himself to you waiting and when you didn't move he took your bottom lip between his.

It was like thrusters coming online, an inferno blazing between the both of you. Every feeling of love, pain, lost and aching of the soul. Somewhere in the distant you heard Echo laughing and calling the two of you cute. Your fingers shakily found the side of his feeling the familiar cut of his cheeks and strength of his jaw. Then up to the scar flinching you pulled away. There was a temporary look of disappointment on his face followed by understanding. He grilled your fingers tighter, “I’ll spend the rest of life protecting you from the unseen scars with my love.” Rex pulled you closed, “I love you.”

Maybe a part two?

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[fakegingerrights]

Shades of Blue

[Rex x Fem!Medic!reader. Soulmate AU, multiple kinds but Rex's happens to be colorblindness until your soulmate touches you. Warnings: Violence, Injury and Gore, Nonsexual Partial nudity, Angst. Inspired by @mandos-mind-trick series.]

Soulmates weren't rare by any means. In fact, Rex would even go as far as to say that it was more rare not to have a soulmate than to have one.

The numbers were a little different when it came to clones. Many didn't live long enough to meet a member of another species, let alone form a relationship with them.

Rex wasn't so lucky.

He had adapted well to his colorblindness, his batchmates covered for him until he learned to tell the subtle differences between shades of grey. He learned that the red wires in a droid popper were always the thicker wires, he learned that the stun power packs and the regular power packs for the training blasters were different weights.

After Kamino, he learned even more. Blue paint smelled slightly different than red. Poisonous plants usually had some sort of easily recognizable pattern, but always be careful with what you touch.

Joining the 501st was a bit of a culture shock. General Skywalker took a liking to him immediately and decided he didn't want another clone to be in charge, promoting him to Captain. Kamino had forbade he become a commander, despite the command training. The blond hair and the fact that he had a soulmate kept him from advancing, he would have stayed a trooper if it weren't for Skywalker.

He was sure he'd die a newly promoted captain when Skywalker found out about his soulmate. Skywalker just grinned.

"I remember waiting for my own colors, not that there was much to see on Tatooine." Was all he said, patting Rex on the shoulder and walking away, leaving Rex dumbfounded in his wake.

"Sir?" His voice was slightly more strangled than he would have liked, calling after Skywalker. Skywalker laughed, but disappeared around a corner.

Rex waited in fear for the demotion, the notice he was sent back to Kamino, anything to do with his defect. Instead, he found battle maps more clearly labeled, he found medical supplies color coded yes but with shapes to go with the colors now. Rex found the paint cans labeled with careful Aurabesh, in Skywalker's messy handwriting, each individual color and what they were used for. The reds and golds for the jedi starfighters. The blues of the battalion.

That was how Rex learned his armor was blue. He asked Skywalker about it, in the long missions in orbit or the days spent in hyperspace.

"What's Blue, general?" He asked, looking at the newly done Jaig eyes on his helmet. "That's our armor, right? Blue accents?"

"Yep." Skywalker was currently elbow deep in his starfighter, something he insisted was 'relaxing' but had Rex on standby in case he got stuck or something. "Blue, huh? Blue is... Blue is Family." Skywalker settled on eventually. "That's the color of Mine and Obi-Wan's lightsabers, and all of your brothers have blue armor, and you were trained by Alpha 17, who had blue armor too." The jedi grunted as he untangled a ball of wire from the engine.

"Family? I thought Red was what people used for family..." He traced the fresh cut talleys into the paint on his vambrace. One for every tactical droid they took out planetside.

"Red? Eh, I guess you could... Red is blood. Adrenaline. Fire is red. Passion. Dooku and the other sith have Red sabers. You're mandalorian, right? Or... kinda, Half mando?" Skywalker yanked a piece of frayed wire out of the messy ball.

"I... I speak the language, and know the culture intimately, but I have no clan to call my own." Rex supplied. "Red, on armor at least, is for honoring a parent or a family member."

"Yeah, I can see that... But blue is more alive than red. I don't know how to explain it. It's the color of most unpolluted skies. It's the color of water, and that's a rarity for so many people. Kamino is mostly blues and greys and blacks. On Tatooine, we fought for the color blue. Water was so precious in the desert. When I met my soulmate, she was wearing blue." Skywalker gets a goofy grin on his face.

"You kept your soulmate bond, sir?" Rex asked. Skywalker sat up out of the belly of the fighter.

"I did. We agreed it would be more beneficial to both parties to keep it. Pass me that wrench, would you?"

And that was the end of that conversation.

The next time Rex thought about his soulmate, he was meeting the natborn medic assigned to Torrent company to help take the load off of Kix and Coric so they could 'spend more time actually doing their job of fighting rather than running around trying to keep everyone else alive.'

Rex really disliked natborns sometimes. He was fully prepared to dislike you too. That is, until he actually met you.

"Captain Rex, right?" You asked, holding out a gloved hand to shake his as he gave you a once over, appreciating the light armor you were wearing and the utility belt full of equipment. Rex smiled as you gave your name.

"Glad to have you, Doc. You've already met Coric and his junior officer Kix?" Rex asked. You nodded.

"I'm all settled in and ready to go too, wherever you need me, Sir." You saluted sharply at him. "I'm really impressed with the organization levels here. Everything is labeled so neatly I forget I can't see the colors yet." Kix coughed awkwardly as he interjected himself into the conversation.

"As hard as Kaminoans tried, they couldn't find a way to remove soul-bonds from us clones. Not all of us have one, and like anyone else we have different ones, but a few of us are color-bound to our mate. Coric is one of them, and he doesn't let it slow him down at all. Neither does the captain here." Kix clarifies. Rex gave him a look. "What? She's not gonna tell anyone. Right?"

You paled, waving your hands for emphasis. "No! I would never want to get anyone in trouble. If... what's the word you use for us? If natborn officers can have them you should too. My lips are sealed, promise." You met each of their eyes and they both relaxed an almost imperceptible amount.

Rex gave you a slight smile. "Let's get you acquainted with the other men, shall we? You're assigned to my company and trust me, you're gonna have a heck of a time getting us in to the medbay."

You gave him a cheshire grin. "Is that a challenge, Captain?"

~~~

You got to work quickly, as the men prepped and drilled for planetside deployment to Christophsis, you were right there, training your body to hold more supplies, to get to wounded faster. Every extra second shaved off your mile run was a life saved, you told yourself. Every time you got out of a sim to see a faster time, you smiled.

Even Kix was impressed.

"You're working yourself to the bone, Doc. You're already here, what are you trying to prove?" He asks, handing you a water bottle as you finish a set in the weight room.

"Prove? I'm working side by side with genetic perfection. And somebody's gotta make sure y'all don't go and get yourself killed." You took the bottle and sipped at it slowly, sitting up. Kix just shrugged and continued to spot you while you worked.

After Christophsis, and later Teth, he said nothing more about it. His cheerful, joking manner was replaced by quiet competency and a determination to see as many brothers as he could to the end of the war.

You sat with him when Coric caught a blaster bolt in the neck, and there was nothing either of you could do. With a choking softness in his voice, he looked at you.

"How? How is he dead?" The words brought a fresh wave of pain.

"Internal decapitation. The bolt went right through his spinal column. He was dead before he hit the ground." You intoned into the heavy silence. Kix shook his head and sat back from where the two of you had been sitting side by side on the empty surgery table, already scrubbed of blood from the day's activities and ready to be packed up when Torrent was dispatched back to the Resolute tomorrow morning.

You frowned, confused, as Kix stripped off the upper part of his blacks and turned so you could see his back. You had seen him shirtless before, in passing glances. You knew about the soulmark scrawled between his shoulderblades, the words in beautiful cursive and splashed with several different hues from what you could tell. You had never bothered to look at the words, but you did now.

Kix, as in Coric's little brother Kix?

Your heart broke a little. "Kix... Kix look at me." You reached up and pressed a hand to either side of his face. Misty eyes, tired and lost and so utterly broken, stared up at you. "We have soulmate bonds for a reason, ok? You can't break the bond until you've met the person." You pulled him into a hug, letting him hide his face in your neck as he struggled to come to terms with his grief of losing a brother. "You'll meet them one day, Kix. I know it. It'll be alright. Coric met his soulmate a few months ago, do we have anything to give to her?"

Kix let himself have a few more moments of just being in the presence of another person who cared. Who understood.

"He had a necklace she had given him... and his gauntlets. I have both. Do you want to come with Rex and I when we give them to her?" Kix asked softly. You nodded, a pit forming in your stomach at the idea of the next shore leave. You and Coric were close, and had met his soulmate a handful of times last time you were on Coruscant.

"Yeah. Let me go grab some stuff, ok? Then we need to head to bed." You got up to leave the room right as a knock sounded on the door.

"Doc, Kix, you in there?" Rex's voice came from the hall as Kix hurriedly tugged on his shirt again.

"Yeah, we're here." You called as he stepped in.

"I'm sorry to interrupt I need casualty counts from the wounded after battle." The captain rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Oh. I have those." Kix left the room in a hurry, and as you caught a glimpse of his back, adorned with the republic symbol and making it very obvious the top of his blacks were on backwards. Rex may have been colorblind but he was stupid observant when he needed to be.

He often needed to be in a warzone.

"Doc." Rex nodded at you in greeting after Kix had left.

"Captain. Been a helluva day, hasn't it." You sit down again on the floor, leaning your head against the wall behind you. "We lost Coric. He met his soulmate not to long ago. We're looking for his personal stuff to give back to her."

Rex sighed softly. A ache all of them felt for their brother's soulmate but few brothers lived long enough to know first hand.

"What about you and Kix?" Rex asked, taking a seat next to you. His plastoid plates click as he settles himself on the ground. "Has your world-" He made a gesture to his eyes with his hands. You laughed bitterly.

"Me and Kix? That would make things a lot simpler wouldn't it. No. I... It's his story to share. His soulmate apparently knew Coric by name." Rex took a deep breath.

"Yeah, yeah that would make sense. I'm sorry I assumed." He shrugged a little in his armor.

You sighed. "You?" You asked, looking at him. Rex ran a gloved hand over his pale hair.

"No. I... No. It's not I go around grabbing people anyways." He laughed humorlessly.

"Maybe we'll get lucky one day, you and I." You said softly. "Find our person. The Maker... Force... Universe, whatever, wouldn't give us another half unless we'd meet them." You looked at him, tracing the monotone contours of his armor.

"Yeah? What if we end up like poor Coric?" Rex sighed. "You... you get it. Even for a natborn, you eat with us, sleep with us, you know us. We're... not made for long term use. I don't want to leave anyone behind."

You hummed, not really saying anything. The two of you sat in silence for a long moment before Rex hauled himself to his feet, offering you a hand. You clasped his hand, latex glove on the blacks that covered his palm.

"We're gonna need rest for tomorrow. It'll be an exhausting day."

You couldn't agree more.

~~~

You cradled Coric's helmet as Rex knocked on the door of Coric's girlfriend's door. You recognized her instantly when she opened it, a dark skinned twi'lek with pale tattoos.

"Uh.. Good evening, Sirs?" She asked, a tremble in her voice. You took your cue to step forward, presenting Coric's helmet.

"I'm so sorry, Ma'am. There was nothing we could do."

Her face crumpled as she took the helmet. "I... I know. I felt it." She whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. Kix stepped forward too, placing a hand on her shoulder. She leaned into his touch.

"I'm so sorry Ma'am, I have his necklace and vambraces here for you too." Her head whipped up to look at Kix, tearstained and wide eyed. Rex nudged him.

"Kix..."

The Twi'lek shook her head, dropping Coric's helmet with a clatter. "Kix... as in Coric's little brother Kix?" She asked, barely waiting for Kix's stunned nod before she pulled him into a hug.

"I'm sorry about your brother." She whispered, and Kix just shook his head, a bitter laugh bubbling out of his throat.

"I'm sorry about your soulmate."

You put a hand on Rex's shoulder opposite of his pauldron. "C'mon, Captain, let me buy you a drink while they adjust to each other's presence." You murmured low enough for him to hear. Rex glanced back at the two, Kix now also in tears and not letting go of the poor girl, who was sobbing into his chestplate.

The two of you walked in thick silence, the 79's a few blocks down from Kix's soulmate's apartment. Rex stopped short at the entrance of the bar.

"I... I'm usually not one for clubbing. Too many people." He hedged. You gave him a reassuring smile.

"We'll just grab a seat in the back then?" You propose. Rex still looked hesitant, but nodded after a moment. You insisted on buying drinks since Rex hated spending his small stipend on something like alcohol. As you two waited, him watching the crowd and you sneaking glances at him.

He was beautiful, in the black and white shades that made up your reality. All the clones were, but he stood out to you. You flushed slightly as he caught you staring.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" He asked. You laughed and shook your head.

"I... you're gonna laugh." You said, looking at the table and tracing the grain with a finger tip.

"Did I do something stupid?" Rex asked, giving you a wry look. You snorted.

"No, no you haven't. You not the kind to make stupidity a habit. I was wondering what color your hair was." You blurted out. Rex groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Hey, I'm still the same stock as Fives, gotta make sure he's not rubbing off." He took a sip of his spotchka, mouth twisting slightly until the tang settled into a pleasant burn in his throat. "My hair is blond, according to Skywalker. A yellowish color. Everyone else's' is black or dark brown."

You took a drink yourself, coughing at the taste. "Ok, that is awful." Rex snorted.

"That's the point. Don't worry, I'll getcha back to the barracks." He promised, a fond smile flitting across his face.

"Going soft on me, Captain?" You asked.

"For you? The entire GAR is soft. You could probably get Fox to take a nap by batting your eyes." Rex chuckled. You swatted at his arm, hand bouncing off his armor.

"Hush. If rumors about you are true I'll be hauling you to the barracks rather than the other way around, lightweight."

Rex just took another drink to spite you.

~~~

The last place for healing that you would expect to take place is on the Battlefield, but here you are ducking and covering between the rounds of rocket mortars.

Explosions shook the ground, and everything hazed out around the edges as you in grey smoke and black soot. Dark blood stained your body and none of it was yours. You heard the shout Kix gave when it happened, but he was too busy to react.

"The Captain's down!" The roar went up among the men and you weren't one to hesitate, springing into action to cross the four hundred meters between you and the Captain. Rex was holding his side and gasping, frighteningly still. Blood, dark and thick as oil spilled from the gash on the left side of his chest in spurts.

You instantly were yelling orders, trying to get a perimeter set up around the two of you as you pried the captain's helmet off so he wasn't gasping through his respirator.

His breathing was ragged, his lips chapped and cracked, eyes hazy as your gloved hand brushed dust off his face.

"Stay with me, Rex. You're not allowed to die on me yet." You yelled above the din so he could hear. He gave you the barest hint of a nod, if not the the intensity in his eyes you would have thought it a spasm.

You pried his chestplate off, plackart coming with it as you inspected the damage. You couldn't tell if the piece of debris that had done this had punctured more than a lung, you felt up under his jaw for a pulse but there wasn't one you could surely feel with your gloves.

You yanked one off with your teeth, jamming it under his chin as you tried to get a read of what was going on with his heart.

Rex gasped under you, eyes going out of focus as you gritted your teeth and counted the beats to make sure he wasn't in danger of a puncture in his heart.

You kept pressure on the wound, wincing as his broken ribs creaked under your hands, red seeping out-

Oh.

Oh Kriff.

You laughed slightly hysterically as you gave him a stim to help with the bleeding and pain, spraying bacta over the wound. "You seeing this, Captain?" You asked. Rex's blood was vibrant across your hands, sending a painful twist through your stomach. The stripes, the blue stripes, in his armor was almost completely covered by golden-brown dirt and red blood and black soot. Even the greys and blacks looked more life-like, vibrant and real.

Rex's eyes held a dreamlike haze to them as an explosion, brilliant gold, flashed over head. He was drifting slightly in and out of consciousness as you worked, eyes wandering in silent wonder at this new reality. Red blood. Dusty armor. Gold fire. And high high above this messy battle was blue sky.

Blue.

It was the color of your armor, strong steady hands bandaging the wound and keeping pressure.

It was the color of his own shattered plating.

It was the color of the sky. Freedom

Rex could see now why Skywalker called blue Family. The two felt remarkably similar.

"ey-.... Hey!" You patted his cheek until his eyes fluttered open and tried to focus on you. He didn't remember closing them. "Hang on, Rex. Medevac is coming, we're getting you out of here and pulling a tactical retreat." You yelled, brushing some dust off his face. His eyes followed your blurry form, suddenly snapping into focus. You gave him a lopsided smile.

"There you are. Hang on, Cyare." The clone word of endearment fell from your lips so naturally. "You aren't leaving anybody behind yet." Rex tried to talk, his breath coming out in a raspy gasp. You shook your head. "Save your breath. Ok."

Rex managed a nod, fumbling with his right hand to grasp your arm, squeezing twice. You nod.

"I'll be there when you wake up, Captain. Promise." There was a roar above your heads and a LAAT/i dropped down right in front of you two, and you lunged to get a gurney prepped as blasterfire splashed around you. A clone Rex didn't recognize lifted him, careful not to disturb the bactapatching on his side.

He listened with half a mind to your chattering as your bare hand brushed his head, fingers playing over his gold, you told him, hair. Rex fought to keep his eyes open, trying to obey and stay awake until he felt the shift in his stomach that meant artificial gravity had kicked in and they were on the Resolute once more.

"Ok, Rex. You can sleep now. You're in the clear now." Your soft voice finally said, and he went out like a candle in the wind.

~~~

You paced the medbay, forcing yourself not to spend too much time gawking at the vibrancy of everything. You could do that properly when Rex was awake. Currently, Kix was taking him out of a bacta tank and he was set to wake up in a few minutes but those few minutes felt like hours.

Your head snapped around as Kix stepped out, fond exasperation written across his face.

“He’s been asking for you since I took the tube out of his throat.” Kix stepped aside and let you into the small room, then shut the door to give you some privacy.

Rex was watching the heart monitor in it’s different colors with rapt fascination until you made your presence known, leaning against the rails of his gurney.

“Hey.” You murmured, looking him over and deciding he looked much better when he wasn’t covered in blood and dirt. Deep bronze skin, amber-gold eyes and white-gold hair made for a stunning figure. “We… certainly danced around this for a while.”

He laughed, a hoarse, grating sound that still made you smile. His left hand fumbled a bit until you slipped yours in it. His thumb slipped back and forth across your knuckles.

“I had hoped.” Rex whispered. “Stupid armor.”

You laughed, swatting at his shoulder gently. “Your armor keeps you alive. So what if it caused a little delay. We’re together now.” You said the last phrase with some trepidation. Rex nodded instantly.

“We weren’t made to be apart, Mesh’la.” You squeezed his hand tightly at his words.

“Rex? I’m scared.” You whispered. Rex struggled to push himself up into a more proper sitting position, recently severed and healed muscles protesting. He waved away your concern and lowered the rail on the bed.

“Me too. I don’t want to give this up though.” He murmured. "How are we going to do this?" Rex looked at you and for a second you were lost in his eyes, admiring every little fractal of color.

"Like anything with uncertain terrain, one day at a time, Captain." You murmured.

"Rex." He corrected you. "Call me Rex. I want to be more than just a title to you."

You lifted your clasped hands and pressed a kiss to the back of his knuckles. "You've always been more than that." Rex looked at you like you had hung the hyperspace lanes just for him. "Rex, you're my other half. We'll be fine together."

"Promise?" He whispered, seeming to tire and letting himself slide against the pillows. You squeezed his hand tight.

"I promise. Go to sleep, Rex." You stood up, to leave him in peace but he caught your hand.

"Stay, Mesh'la." And you couldn't say no. You let go of his hand and had him scoot over, making sure you stayed on his uninjured side as you curled up next to him on the bunk, resting your head on his chest and listening to his slow, steady heartbeat. A heart that you had fought to keep beating. The medical bunks weren't made for two but you two made it work, slotting together like pieces of a puzzle.

Rex bent his head, and a feather light kiss brushed the top of yours. You didn't respond, but didn't pull away either. His exhausted body quickly succumbed to sleep. You weren't far behind. Two halves of a whole.

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[momojedi]

second attempt, slightly better this time & cleaned up !

focused a lot on his & the clones’ features & i think I got them alright ! practice makes perfect, so he’ll def get better over time but here’s our lil cappy <3

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[spilledkauffie]

🤍 Nurse of the 501st — Suit Up

Pairing: Captain Rex x FemaleNurse!Reader (ft. the 501st) Word Count: 6.0k T/W: fluffy (a little steamy?)☁️✨ mentions of battle scars A/N: this is the part of the series where Kauffie indulges in the "one-bed" trope. Not super confident about this one, but I'm very excited for the next!!

For a stealthy mission, you’re required to suit up with the 501st, until you're in the safe house. Arriving, you and Rex find there's only one bed to share for the night.

Preface / Injured / 79's / Orphanage / Suit Up / Taken (pt.1)

↳ m a i n m a s t e r l i s t

The briefing went smoothly, or as smoothly as it could go between General Skywalker and Master Mundi. Given that they frequently varied in strategical opinions, especially when the mission was sensitive as this one was, the meeting quickly turned into a strategy debate. With the two Jedi taking their time to actually come to a conclusion, the 501st, including yourself, laid back and relaxed a bit; whispering amongst themselves while some tried to conceal smiles as they observed the Jedi going back and forth. 

You and Rex had come in at the same time, you reporting from the hospital wing and him coming straight from the barracks, so you opted to sit together, near the back. Having placed your medic bag between you and Rex on the wide bench, you leaned your weight back against the hand you’d placed behind the bag. Rex had remained in his usual to-attention position until he recognized the Jedi beginning to ignore the clones in the room and truly debate amongst themselves, then he relaxed. You shook your head, smile on your lips, as General Skywalker placed a hand on his hips while addressing Master Mundi. It wasn’t long before you felt Rex gently touch the top of your hand behind the bag, his fingers outlining the shape of your hand as he settled it softly underneath yours, in a way letting you rest against him now; another smile came to your lips.

“How are you feeling?” Rex subtly shifted closer to whisper.

Turning your head, you met his eyes, pausing for a moment to admire the beautiful golden colour before answering with a soft voice and timid smile, “I’m okay, why?”

He flustered a little, making you tilt your head, “I was just wondering…on our last mission, I never got the chance to ask you, in the aftermath of- and with all the-”

“Ask me what?” you smiled a little wider at his nervousness, you always felt like the nervous one, seeing him a little flustered gave you an odd comfort and confidence that this was most certainly a two-way street. Rex paused, pursing his lips together, looking away as if he didn’t know how to word it perfectly.

With a deep sigh, Rex began, “about using the force again. How did it…feel?” He ventures, not entirely understanding how the force worked, but since it took a pretty heavy toll on you, he wanted to know. He wanted any information on it, so he could know how to respond better should it happen again. In truth, Rex found himself getting more and more protective of you, even if you’d just been bruised a bit, he wanted to be the one to help, even when Kix was already on it. There was always a tinge when he asked if he could help and you answered, ‘no, Kix will know,’ or ‘Kix is on his way.’ But he knew the incident with the force was something you wanted to keep undercover from most people and now he was testing to see if that included him.

“It felt,” you tilt your head again this time in the opposite direction from Rex, giving him a view of your profile, shrugging your shoulder up as you thought, “odd. It felt like I was just a small piece in a puzzle, but yet it felt so close and so personal,” dropping your shoulders you pressed your lips together, avoiding Rex’s eyes for a moment more, “I felt…you.”

Rex blinked, uncertain of what exactly you meant, well aware that he was not force sensitive, “m-me?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, meeting his eyes this time, “I felt your force, your heartbeat, your emotions. It was so…strong.”

Rex half smirked, trying to relax a little bit, “I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”

You softly giggled, “you should.”

Turning your hand over to hold his you were a moment too late AS Master Mundi’s voice suddenly boomed through the room with a “Captain?” As both the Jedi scoured the room for Rex.

You and Rex separated faster than Younglings being scolded for talking during meditation.

“S-sir?” Rex answered, gaining his straight posture and grabbing his helmet tightly to his side.

“We’re ready to head out,” Anakin continued, “I wanted to talk you through it a little more personally if you’d come to the front; everyone else: dismissed.”

Rex sighed, relieved. You stood, already looking around for Kix, identifying him easily by the red medic symbol painted on his shoulder you waved, to which Fives frantically waved back before Echo nudged him explaining that you were not looking for them. As Kix approached, with Fives trailing him, and Echo trailing Fives, you turned back to Rex with a smile, “I’ll see you in the hangar, R- Captain.”

With a smirk, Rex gave a nod, watching you hoist your medic bag over your head and side hug Kix, before Rex made his way to the front of the room, joining the Jedi.

The hangar bay was fairly calm, only a few other platoons were being dispatched here and there and of course, mechanics were hard at work with repairs and ship maintenance. You and Kix had spent the majority of the day making sure the ship was well supplied as well as your mobile bags and equipment packed properly and efficiently. When the two of you came to the hangar for departure the general was already lining everyone up, so you fell in line too. The ship was smaller than your usual departing vessel, but then again had you paid attention in the briefing you would have known it was a stealth mission. Rex waited atop the ramp’s opening, making sure he saw every single troop who boarded. You patiently waited for the line to move, adjusting your bag’s strap as your name was called.

“Hang on there, A.,” General Skywalker gently reached out a hand for your shoulder just as you had taken no more than two steps onto the ship’s boarding ramp, “there’s something we need to talk about.”

“Sir?” You and Anakin turned your heads to the uneasy voice, a rare sound coming from Rex, who had spoken up, “she’s been cleared, by medical and by-“

“I know that Rex,” Anakin answered with a chuckle at how defensive his captain was being, and while he wanted to laugh more obviously, knowing the feeling all too well, he quickly turned back to his duty of being a general, which sometimes meant reminding his troops of his position, “but I would like a word with one of my medics.” 

Anakin tilted his head kindly as if to say ‘I’m not a threat here,’ which made Rex flush under his helmet, realising just how protective he’d come across. 

Bristling for a moment in a state of fluster, Rex staggered for words, looking between you and his general, before deciding on a simple, “Sir, yes, sir.” 

As Rex made his way on board, your attention was drawn back to Anakin’s hand on your shoulder, you looked down in thought and then back up again, “have I done something wrong, General?”

“Contrary to Rex’s belief, no,” Anakin had to break a smile, amused that just because he wanted a word alone everyone thought it was negative. Removing his hand from you, he took his signature pose, “this mission is meant to be very very routine, nothing new or out of the ordinary, we’re going into a safe house,” Anakin paused seeing you nod in response, “all our contact knows is that myself, Ahsoka, and troops are headed in, as we always do when we stop. We’re on thin ice with the Thisspiasians as is, and I don’t want anyone to stand out.”

You dropped your shoulders dejected, assuming that meant you were off the mission considering you stood out like a Bantha trying to hide in a desert compared to the rest of the 501st.

“So, I managed to get you some modifications,” Anakin started again, crossing his arms, “visit storage barrack nine and then report back, and don’t worry, we’ll wait for you.”

“Sir?” You perked an eyebrow utterly confused. 

“Just trust me,” Anakin said over his shoulder already taking confident steps up the ramp. He stood next to Rex, sensing his mild anxiety, Anakin felt the need to explain himself at least a little, “I’ve just sent her to get some specific gear for this mission, we’ll be waiting for her.”

Clearing his throat and placing his hands behind his back, Rex nodded still trying to make up for his hastiness earlier, “Sir.”

“Com me when she’s on board, I’m headed to the cockpit to join Ahsoka,” General Skywalker explained, receiving another ‘yes’ in the form of ‘sir’ from Rex. Anakin had to smirk, he could still sense Rex was mildly embarrassed, and he remembered feeling that way when he had swiftly promised Padmé he’d find whoever was trying to assassinate her right in front of Obi-Wan.

Rex looked down, waiting, not wanting to give away his emotions to his troops. At times he wondered how Anakin ever managed to care so deeply for someone in situations like this, but he reminded himself it was only rarely and usually by her own will that Padmé was in the direct line of fire; you, on the other hand, Rex had to bring you into every mission and battle the 501st engaged in. It was hard not to show just how much he cared, beyond just having you under his watch as another soldier, you had managed to make your way to his heart.

“Wait- is that- is she?” Fives suddenly stood up from his seat, a wide smile on his face as he hung against one of the support rails descending from the top of the carrier.

“No way, I didn’t think I’d ever see this,” Kix began to smile, reaching for his datapad.

The commotion was becoming bigger and stronger as several others of the 501st joined in. Rex was soon to see exactly what his troopers were all getting out of their seats for. You were walking up the ramp in your very own fitted clone armour, a helmet identical to theirs under your arm, the medic logo on your shoulder; the only thing still signature of yours was the medic bag you always carried, swung across your body. You timidly stepped aboard to be met with jaws dropped and stares. From the moment you saw the uniform laid out on the barrack, you knew it was going to draw attention, which made you wonder what General Skywalker was thinking, but if anything, you’d learned to trust him.

“She’s a real shiny now, isn’t she?” Echo nudged your shoulder with his arm playfully, hoping to bring about some comments from the others, he could tell you were a little nervous and needed the encouragement.

“She’s got to be the cutest little trooper I’ve ever seen,” Fives added.

“Yeah, cause the rest of us just look like you,” Hardcase shoved him teasingly.

“Well, maybe I look like you,” Fives came back, and you were glad the attention was off you.

“Alright, alright,” Rex intervened, and the group parted, Echo giving you a wink as he stepped aside.

Rex stood looking down at you, with the helmet on you could hardly read his emotion and you weren’t sure what to do, so you just tried a smile, eyebrows furrowing. You observed Rex’s chest rise and fall once, before he lifted the comlink to his helmet, “all aboard, General.”

“Thank you, Rex,” Anakin replied, an obvious smile coming through in his tone, “everyone hold on.”

You looked up to Rex one more time, hoping he’d say something, anything.

“You’d better find your seat,” he answered, turning to return to his own.

You joined Kix, a little discouraged.

“Where- How did you get this?” Kix asked, still amazed.

“General Skywalker! He said no one is supposed to stand out, so I guess he got me this,” you shrugged, wide eyes; it was quite the surprise for you too. Entering barrack nine and finding the armour completely shocked you. Both excitement and anxiety ran through your mind; you were going to feel even closer to the troops you worked alongside, but you weren’t sure how Rex would take it. Would it be a disgrace to the armour since you weren’t a clone? You’d wished he’d said something, anything. You two were finally on mutual ground regarding your feelings for each other, or so it seemed, but now you weren’t sure.

Rex swallowed harshly, grateful for the helmet because despite keeping his head forward his gaze was glued on you. The uniform did well at hiding your appearance, obviously, but it failed to make up the difference in your height compared to them. Rex could still see the subtleties that exposed your figure. Your curves couldn’t be entirely suppressed, after all the armour was meant to fit you perfectly and it did. You looked like a shorter, female, version of them, particularly when you put the helmet on. It was amazing how well it suited you, but Rex couldn’t help wondering what you looked like in just the black bodysuit underneath. Shaking his head he tried to focus on the plan General Skywalker had gone over with him.

“Wait,” you pressed a hand to Echo’s arm, “you’re telling me that you guys can communicate on different signals, without anyone else hearing you?”

Echo had to laugh at your jaw, which was practically gaping, when Fives answered with a ‘yes,’ before he added, “here try channel 8, that’s just me and Fives.”

You set the helmet over your head as if it was a sacred ritual that you were being allowed to participate in. Once it was on, the domino twins explained how you could change channels, using Kix’s medic channel as a test run. They also let you in on a little secret that there was a way to talk inside the helmet without anyone outside of it hearing, instantly a million thoughts and ideas came to mind, but you only had time enough to acquaint yourself with the basic working before General Skywalker’s voice came over the carrier’s com telling everyone to prepare for a departure.

“Alright, listen up,” Rex took on his commanding voice, standing at the front of the carrier, drawing everyone to attention without any trouble, “the General doesn’t want anything to be out of line, that means not even a footstep, understood?”

“Yes, sir!” The clones resounded around you in response, and you did likewise, sounding signature out of key from them.

Pulling up a holomap, Rex continued, “the base isn’t far from our landing, we’ve been there before, you know it, but we need to be cautious, the separatists know this planet too; the General will be leading us single file along an outer ridge, once we’re in the safe house, bunks will be provided as the Generals work out supply negotiations with the Queen,” Rex explained thoroughly, but you felt he was specifically talking to you, that’s certainly how it felt with him staring your direction so much, thus when he finished you made sure to nod obviously for him.

There was a brief moment of pause before Anakin and Ahsoka came to the hull and sectioned the platoon into two, you gave a sigh of relief when your name was called to go with Rex, Echo, and Fives. It was a little hard to part with Kix, as they sent him with Ahsoka, that way each Jedi had a medic. It was the first time since the orphanage incident that you’d parted from him on a mission, but he gave a nod and said “I’ll see you at the rendezvous.”

As the ship’s ramp fell to the planet’s surface, you noted how dark it was. You didn’t think you’d be landing at night, how were you possibly supposed to see? Usually, you’d be able to use your flashlight, but now with the helmet on it was even darker and they hadn’t given the okay to any lights. As you worried, Rex and Anakin were walking up to the front, making sure everything was as usual. When they came to you, Anakin chuckled and then turned to his captain, “you want to help her with that, Rex?”

“Yes, sir,” Rex responded.

“Did- did I do something wrong?” you asked in a quiet voice, coming through the helmet it had a slight hum that you weren’t used to, and neither was Rex.

“No,” Rex answered voice staggering for a moment, before putting his hands on either side of your helmet softly and clicking a familiar button, “you just needed your night vision on.”

“Wow,” you mused, as everything became clearer and Rex’s Jaig eyes came into view, but it didn’t take long before you felt silly, “thanks,” you shrugged up your shoulders, and Rex could picture the exact expression you were making underneath the helmet, he’d seen it a million times. He’d seen it every time he helped you off a transport, or you nearly slipped, or he had to explain something one more time for you. It was an expression that made him smile, even if you couldn’t see it.

“Everyone, let’s move,” General Skywalker called out, not in a yell, but in a soft commanding voice as he waved his right hand forward.

You fell in line with the others, Echo right behind you and Rex directly in front. It wasn’t long before you were all halting, waiting, and then moving again and repeating the cycle. Anakin was in constant communication with Ahsoka and waited for her response before moving, this needed to be at perfect timing or the safe house would become suspicious. So you waited.

“How you doing?” you suddenly heard Fives in your head, making you startle, nearly nudging Rex.

“Um, getting used to it, they’re a lot heavier than I thought,” you admitted, “is this channel…”

“Eight? Yep, I’m here too,” Echo joined in, tipping his chin when you turned back to look over your shoulder at him.

“And no one-”

“Nope, no one else can hear us,” Fives was smiling in his response.

“This is so incredible,” you said, “well, while it’s just us, I wanted to thank you guys for being so kind, and for catching me up to speed. I know I’m not a clone-”

“You’re not a clone, but you are family,” Echo stated and Fives agreed.

Rex’s voice came in over the general channel in everyone’s helmet, “General is scouting ahead, we move on my command.”

You immediately snapped to attention, you didn’t want to get distracted, so you tried to switch your channel to the open and generic one. Moving only when Rex gave the sign, you got pretty good at mimicking the clones and were feeling confident. At the next stop, you felt Echo place his hand on your shoulder from behind, you assumed it was intended to be a chain reaction and wanted to continue it in an attempt to appear as normal as possible. Given your height, you opted to place your hand to the small of Rex’s back, just where there was a break between the armour plates. Rex straightened, not used to the sensation. Still, he tried to act normal, which was considerably harder than he thought it would be, the feeling of your hand softly, but firmly pressing against the small of his back was one of the worst distractions he’d come up against.

With the wait for the next move appearing to go on forever, you tried to remember Rex’s channel. You wanted to try something, something bold. Swallowing harshly you gave it a go, “I gotta say, it’s a nice view from back here, Rex,” you still partially whispered, despite being on a private channel within the helmet.

“That’s just me, ma’am,” Echo came through your channel.

“Oh!” you looked over your shoulder, and tilted your head apologetically, “sorry, Echo.”

“S’alright,” he chuckled, shaking his head, letting you know there was no need for an apology, before clearing his throat and pointing to the inside of your wrist with the channel numbers they’d given you since you weren’t accustomed to them whatsoever, “Captain is channel 10.”

“Just…Rex, right?” you asked, mildly embarrassed, but happy that Echo was the one helping you, knowing he had such a soft heart.

Another chuckle came through before a confident, “Yes, just Rex.” Echo emphasized the middle of his sentence for you just to be as clear as possible.

Before you managed to actually talk to Rex, you were on the move again and approaching the safe house, so you closed the channel. Little did you know, Rex was holding his breath when he heard a tin click indicating that someone had joined the private channel, he had hoped it was you. Meeting Ahsoka, Anakin, Kix and the others at the front door, the Jedi met with the guard and the large grey bunker-like doors opened with heavy groans as they drug across the rocky surface. Everyone began entering single file in two rows past the Thisspiasian guards, who watched very carefully. You nearly ran into the back of Rex when passing them, for some reason they scared you just a little bit. Perhaps it was because they tracked you so much, or because they questioned the Generals repeatedly. You didn’t want to ruin the plan, but everything inside of you felt like they knew you were the odd one out.

Regardless of your suspicions, they ushered you deeper into the barracks with the rest, and you gladly followed. Rex moved to the side of the open room as everyone began filing in to investigate the barracks. It was just as you were tilting your head back to look up at the ceiling when Rex grabbed your wrist gently and pulled you to his side seamlessly. 

“I usually keep Kix by my side so he can spot any injuries on the way in, but your medic badge should be enough to appease the Thisspiasians for consistency’s sake,” he explained.

You nodded, understandingly and fiddled with your medic bag, occasionally looking up to him. Whenever the Thisspiasians began to stare in your direction, Rex moved himself in front of you a little bit, blocking their perfect view of you. Glancing at your wrist briefly, but not so subtly, you clicked into channel 10.

“Rex, can I ask you something?” your voice came through the helmet com.

“Hmm?” he responded, watching the barracks get filled and awaiting further instruction, standing with his hands behind his back, giving his posture a beautiful curve as he rested his weight on one leg.

“Does it bother you that I was allowed to wear the armour since I’m…not a clone?” You hated saying “clone” since you knew them all by name and winced when you said it, but Rex knew exactly what you were getting at.

He chuckled a little, and you looked over to him immediately, taking a moment before answering you heard the click of the com in your helmet, “on the contrary, I’ve never seen the uniform look so good. I don’t know how I got the boys through with such a distraction out there; shame I was leading, I’m sure it was a great view from behind.”

Blushing like a Tattooine sunset under your helmet, you couldn’t believe that Rex would risk saying something while others were around, even if the channels were completely private and inaudible to anyone outside of them; you began to wonder if Rex had heard what you said, “distraction- I didn’t, I wasn’t-” you began, but heard Rex chuckle again before looking down to you at his side.

“I meant it as a compliment,” Rex stated confidently.

You stared up for a good while, wishing you could see his eyes. They always looked brighter when he was being flirty and you adores the smile he gave, lips pressed together, only the slightest hint of it in the corner of his mouth, but you could always tell what he meant by his eyes.

“We’ve arranged everything in accordance to the usual order of you troopers, with your Captain being provided a private quarter,” a Thisspiasian explained slowly as they pressed their fingertips together, all four hands smushing, “but…” they looked beyond Anakin to you; Rex caught their glare from the corner of his eyes and casually took a step forward, blocking you more from their vision, “there seems to be…an extra?”

Anakin bristled at the tone, his eyebrows came together tightly as he was beginning to feel protective to the degree of anger, that is before Ahsoka jumped in, “Oh, you’ve noticed the cadet,” she commented cheerfully.

“The…cadet?” the Thisspiasian questioned.

Ahsoka quickly looked up to her master, begging him to come up with something more.

“Yes, that’s right,” Anakin crossed his arms, holding his head up confidently, “they’re- they’re on a special training mission to- to shadow a Captain of the army for a while to get some experience, and Rex volunteered to be observed.”

The Thisspiasian tilted its head, “ah, well then, they will share I see, all provisions are in the cabinet inside…we will regroup in the morning with you, Jedi. Until then the doors are sealed and guarded.”

The Jedi gave a bow and said thank you in unison, before exhaling and glancing at each other after the Thisspiasians were just out of earshot. 

“You wanna tell them or me?” Ahsoka smirked nudging her head towards you and Rex while mimicking her master in positioning her arms across her chest.

“Tell them what?” Anakin shrugged.

“Didn’t you hear them? ‘They will share’... they get to bunk together,” Ahsoka perked an eyebrow.

Anakin almost blushed at the idea, but opted for maturity, clearing his throat, he nodded, “I’ll break it to them.”

Approaching Rex, Anakin had to repress a smile. You were still at his side, hands wrapped around your medical bag’s strap. Something was satisfying to Anakin about seeing you next to Rex, Padmé was right, you two looked good together, he just wondered when you would both realise it and how in the galaxy he was going to manage you two once you did.

“Rex,” Anakin called out, braking his captain away from whatever secret conversation he was having with you, “I have some news.”

“Sir,” Rex responded, “awaiting orders.” Anakin tried to approach the situation with his usual overconfidence that it’d all work out just fine, even if a wrench had been thrown into the hyperdrive, “you and Angel are going to be sharing a barrack tonight.”

That caught not only Rex’s attention, but yours as well; you leaned over to see around Rex, with the helmet on Anakin couldn’t see your blushing shock, but he could sure feel it through the force.

“And may I ask why sir?” Rex tried his best to tread lightly, he never wanted to come across as questioning his General’s tactics, but this felt more personal.

“Well, because,” Anakin stuttered, looking everywhere but at the two of you, “we may have explained her presence here by claiming she was a…cadet, who’s shadowing you for training.”

“A cadet?” Rex broke his stoic position, to lean closer to his general.

“Yeah, we had to think of something,” Anakin tried, but Rex still gave a sigh as he leaned back, “just make it work,” Anakin said in a finalizing manner, beginning to stride off, pausing to turn back with one more comment, “or shall I say make it count, Captain?”

Anakin’s smirk was clearly visible, as you and Rex immediately tensed and glanced to each other, both very grateful for the helmets once again.

It wasn’t long before everyone was settled, except you and Rex. You two stood in the open barrack, a private space, behind closed doors from anyone and everyone else. Helmets off, you stared towards an object at the side of the room, you swallowed: one bed.

“Ah?” Rex began, tightening his gloved hand into a nervous fist, unsure of what to say in the moment, but when he looked to you for an answer, all he met was your gaze doing the exact same thing, waiting for an answer from your captain, “how about you just take the quarters, I’m sure there’s room in the-“

“Or we both could?” You blurted out the suggestion faster and louder than you intended. Shrugging up your shoulders when Rex paused to stare at you, until you diverted your gaze to the floor, rubbing your hand up and down your opposite arm, “it’d be following the General’s orders, and…I just- I think I’d feel a lot safer if you were. . .here.”

Lifting your gaze, his golden-brown eyes met yours, a soft smile playing on his lips as he turned to face you again, helmet still under his arm. 

“Alright,” Rex agreed, “if that’s what you-“ he had to chuckle at how fast you began to nod, “then that’s what shall be.”

It didn’t take long for you to acquaint yourself with the room; Rex was quick to remove his armour, leaving him in just the bottom half of the black bodysuit, the top half rolled and tied neatly together at his waist. Soon he found the cabinet with extra supplies and began making a makeshift bed on the floor next to the bed, while you struggled to get your own armour off. You’d decided to face the wall, giving him any privacy he should need, but now you were a little stuck. The armour was certainly easier to put on than it was to remove and you were struggling to reach the back pieces, wondering how you actually managed to get it on in the first place.

“Need some help over there?” you heard Rex ask from behind you, clearly he was still facing the opposite direction, but you were too twisted at the moment to turn around, so you accepted defeat. 

“Yes, please, sorry,” you winced, “I only learned how to take it off of soldiers, not myself.”

Rex chuckled to himself, lifting a piece off of you, “I remember; and you’re fast too.”

“You were injured, I needed to move quickly,” you recounted, remembering the exact situation. He was your first in-action patient. 

“Wasn’t complaining,” you noticed that his voice got deeper and softer. 

As you began getting pieces off together, Rex thought you’d finished once you were down to the black undershirt, but when you reached for the hem of the shirt, he clenched his jaw, not sure where this was going. You lifted off the black shirt to reveal a white tank top, ‘of course the general let her keep that part of her uniform,’ he thought to himself before commenting, “you know that offer is still on the table.”

Your eyes widened remembering. ‘If you ever need more practice’ he had said with a wink, regarding removing armour. 

“Well,” you began feeling more confident, preparing a good comeback, before turning on your heel to face him, “oh-” you paused, observing the proximity. 

Only inches apart, you were nearly chest to chest with Rex. For a moment you admire his physique, finally seeing him without an emergency wound. Not wanting to stare at his chest for too long, you looked up but found that to be no easier. His golden eyes had a softness, a tenderness, a longing, you’d never seen before, it made you feel calm, yet your heart was racing. Rex just stared down at you in complete adoration. Feeling your lips part, you quickly looked down to the wound you’d tended the last time you saw him in this position.

“I see that’s healed up nicely,” you swallowed harshly, hearing Rex take a deep breath.

“Are we going to talk about this?” Rex asked, softly reaching a hand to brush against yours.

“About…what?” you said, staring at the wound’s scar until Rex hooked a finger under your chin and tilted your gaze to meet his, you parted your lips again, looking up through your eyelashes.

“Us,” Rex finally said.

There it was, finally out in the open. You wanted to completely give him your emotions, you wanted to give him your heart, but you stopped to think. 

“I- we- I-,” you stuttered, feeling his thumb stroke your bottom lip smoothly in a back and forth gesture, “what will people say? If I’m…with…a Captain.”

“I know what people will say, and I don’t care,” Rex said, voice growing quieter, “the people who know you will know you’ve gotten here on pure talent. That’s not how this army is run, and I certainly won’t let anyone think less than you deserve.”

You smiled, closing your eyes, a million thoughts rushing through your mind, you tried to hear yourself think over the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Taking a bit longer than expected, you felt Rex’s hand fall away as he stepped back, and you opened your eyes.

“Nothing you don’t wish,” he said, giving you a respectful nod you’d seen him do a million times to fellow soldiers.

Your heart sank, did you miss your one moment? Squeezing your eyes shut, you looked down, now you wanted to do nothing more than cry.

“We’d better try and get some rest,” Rex remarked, avoiding your eyes as he made his way over to the edge of the bed. 

You came over to the other side, but instead of seeing him join you in the bed, he sank down to the floor. Realizing he’d found supplied, you felt a letdown and knew it was all your fault. Settling in, Rex waited for you to click the light off, but you hesitated thinking things over. This was your chance, and you weren’t going to miss it.

“Hey…Rex?” you spoke timidly.

Rex turned just enough to look up at the edge of the bed, where he found you, peeking over. 

“Yes?” He tried not to laugh at how timid you were.

“You…you can sleep up here,” you furrowed your brows, almost pleading for him to say yes.

“Alright,” he nodded, getting up as you moved over to your side of the bed once again. 

He joined you, staying very clearly on his side when you clicked off the light. There was still a flush of dim light coming in from a high window, but it was largely blocked by rocks, leaving the room streaked with moonlight. Rex took a deep breath, running through how he possibly could have read your signs and hints wrong. He was just beginning to feel stupid over even imaging you had feelings for him when he felt you shift and then shift again until eventually, your body came into contact with his. You’d pressed yourself against him, your chest touching his back, your forehead pressed softly between his shoulder blades. Rex smiled to himself, feeling the shape of your frame in comparison to his, but he tried to convince himself it was only because you wanted to feel safe. That mindset soon shifted when he felt you press your lips to his shoulder blade, your hand sliding up along his side, feeling every battle scar he had from his ribs to his chest.

Softly, and gently, he turned over to face you. Keeping your hand against his side, you tried not to separate too far away from him. Your heart was beating faster than ever before as you met his gaze, you could see his dilated pupils from the darkness and the emotion so strongly running between the two of you. You were near shaking with anticipation for what he was going to say when he dipped to kiss you. Relaxing completely, you closed your eyes and melted into his touch. Rex caresses your jawline with one hand. You didn’t want to part, and only at the last minute did you break apart. Chest heaving, you felt a smile come to your lips as you caught your breath, Rex pressing his forehead to yours.

“Good thing we have a medic,” Rex sighed, catching his breath.

“That’s a terrible line,” you giggled as he pressed his lips to yours again, his arms coming around to support you; you wrapped your arms around his neck as he turned you onto your back, sheets slipping down to your waists.

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I'm hoping for 10. “Would you like to dance?” with Rex or Tech. Would love if there wasn't an established relationship yet, but I trust you, boo. Thank yooooou!!

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I'm gonna do this one for Rex...though there may be a fun twist 😉

"The Victory Ball"

10. "Would you like to dance?"

Pairing: Rex x fem reader

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To celebrate a recent Republic victory in winning back a system of planets from the Separatists, there was a victory ball being held for everyone. Senators, Republic figures, Jedi and even the Clones and other military personnel, like you. You were a medic that overlooked a lot of the wounded Clone soldiers. This was the first time you were going to an official ball of some kind. You had been to fancier parties before, but nothing like this, so you wanted to really cherish the night.

It started off by purchasing a new dress for the ball. You went with a nice deep red dress that was form-fitting, almost touched the floor, had gossamer sleeves, gems across the square neckline and a lace overlay on the skirt of the dress. It was a positively gorgeous dress and you loved how it looked on you. It seemed to accentuate your curves very well. You were sure you would draw some attention at the ball.

Maybe even the eyes of some Clones.

There were a couple of the Clones in the GAR that you thought were attractive--though really, they all had the same face, so they all were attractive--and you hoped would look your way. Namely either someone from the 501st or Clone Force 99, the two Clone squadrons you seemed to see the most. There were some here and there that would naturally flirt with you when in the med bay, which you didn't mind. Maybe tonight would be different. Guess you were about to see.

The ball was being held at a concert hall on Coruscant. When you arrived, you could see a few faces you recognized: some of your fellow medics, a few Jedi Generals you'd met briefly and a lot of Clone soldiers. For once, they were all in finer military garb instead of their usual armor, which caught you off guard at first. Many of the guests were standing around in pairs or groups, engaging in conversation and with drinks in their hands. You picked up a drink from a table yourself and slowly drank it down as you wandered about the room. Very soon, slow and pleasant music started playing from the band and there were a few people that made their way to a nearby dance floor.

You heard a voice speak next to you, "Would you like to dance?"

When your head turned, you found yourself facing a very familiar Clone Captain.

"I would love to, Rex," you replied.

He took your hand and led you to the dance floor. His other hand came to your waist, your other one rested on his shoulder and the of you started swaying to the music in the midst of the other dancers.

"You look breathtaking tonight," he told you.

You blushed at the compliment. "Thank you, sir," you replied.

"No formalities tonight," he said back. "You may just call me 'Rex'."

"Well...thank you, Rex," you said, using him name.

"How does it feel not being in the med bay and in fancier attire?" he asked.

You chuckled. "It's definitely different than what I'm used to. What about you? Does it feel good shedding off that armor for once?"

He snickered himself. "Oh yes," he said. "Though I don't mind wearing my armor all the time. It's become more comfortable."

"Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing," you commented. "The fact you're having to fight so much that your armor feels comfortable to you now...it's a little sad."

Rex simply shrugged. "It is what it is. That's what we're here for. We're soldiers of the Republic and I myself will continue to fight for as long as I must."

Instinctively, your hand on his shoulder slid up to the back of his neck. "Hopefully, it won't be for too much longer," you said. "You keep showing up in my med bay with all sorts of injuries. It worries me sometimes."

"Well...maybe that's why I keep doing it," he responded, grinning at you as you felt his hand slide down from your waist to your hip and he pulled you even closer to him.

Heat flared up in your cheeks again, but you kept your composure and replied, "That's not very smart of you, Rex. You shouldn't needlessly get yourself hurt just to see me. You could've just...asked me."

His face was suddenly closer to yours and his hot breath fanned your skin as he asked you in a quiet voice, "In that case...may I see you again? Perhaps...after the ball...in a more private place?"

If he hadn't been holding you, you swore your knees would've given way at his request. Though, you gave him a flirty smile back and replied, "You may. Meet me outside the entrance after the ball."

"Understood. I'm looking forward to it," he said.

Before long, the dance was finished, the music ended and Rex finished your dance by kissing your hand in a gentlemanly fashion. Though, before he left, he whispered in your ear, "You look beautiful in red...but I think you would look ravishing in blue." With that, he walked away, leaving you a bit stunned by his compliment.

However, a few seconds later, you heard another voice say to you, "I believe the Captain is mistaken. In my opinion, red is a more perfect color for you."

You found yourself looking at another Clone you knew; one that wore goggles.

"Tech!" you exclaimed at seeing him, wondering how he heard what Rex had said to you. "You are too kind."

He offered an arm to you and asked, "May I have the honor of the next dance with you?"

You grinned pleasantly. This was shaping up to be a fun and interesting night.

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Unseen Scars ~ p.2

Summary: Female Jedi survived order 66 hides out in the underground of Ord Mantell. Hiding out in Cid's parlor keeping your head down you see Rex's face and get sent backward in time. (Gif by @dreamswithghosts)

Warning: Order 66 Jedi Trauma, Feeling Haunted, Soft Rex, Angsty and Love

Word count: 2.7

Masterlist part 1

Facing all that you fear will free you from yourself. Your nerves were still on edge tempting you to flee being around the rest of clone force 99 even if their chips weren't activated they were still at risk at going nuclear at any moment. Although the walk back to the parlor soothed your nerves being Echo and him again but going into the parlor into such a cramped space didn't help. Rex positioned you behind him hoping it would help sooth you, his arm went around your waist ready to shove you away if necessary. Nonchalantly Echo had placed himself between Rex and the rest of his brothers, he may have trusted them with every bone in his body since they rescued him but you were still the commander to him. They both wanted to protect you even from a non existed threat. It was comforting that after all this time Rex and Echo just had to look at each other to know what the other was thinking. The 501st may be gone but the bond between them lives on.

"Do you think the Commander will rehabilitate?" Tech said flatly looking at you then back to Rex mind conversation, "Obviously I disagree with the systematic eradication of the Jedi, she does not possess the same mental fitness as we clones have been bred to endure and the order has seem to take a heavy toil on her mental aptitude for returning to the fight."

"The Commander-" Rex started, "Can speak for herself," you cut in.

You swallowed looking at Tech, "A wise man once said Truth enlightens the mind, but won't always bring happiness to your heart. It is a lot to accept and understand but it doesn't heal the fact my own men, men I trusted with my life and fought beside for years, tried to terminate me nor the death of so many allies. That same man also said 'Ignore your own instincts at your own peril," you paused to look at them and up at Wrecker before your eyes shot back down, you couldn't help feel that something was wrong but the force was beckoning your silence, "I am not ready to find myself in that position again."

"Well get them out," Echo said defiantly, "We'll never be a threat to you, ever."

"I'll be in touch," Rex nodded pulling you away from them towards the exit but waited to speak until he put a decent amount of distance between you and Hunter, "The force is telling you something isn't it?"

"They have to get them out, soon. How did you get yours out?"

Jesse... Vaughn... Your mind wandered to the battlefield, having the 501st at your side. The boys always wanted to die in battle but never like that. You wiped the corner of your eyes, "They were good men," you choked out when he was done.

"The best."

The both of you continued down the street in silence, at some point your hand found his. It still hurt to look at him but his presence helped the pain, "Now what?" you whispered.

"You can stay here... or you can help me save my brothers, I have to try."

You looked at him, the conviction as dedication across his face was the same one he had before a battle, "I'll come," you whispered before you had time to think it through, "Don't know how much use I'll be, Tech has a point."

"It doesn't matter, just having a Jedi with us is enough especially you Commander," Rex said squeezing your hand, "We should gather your belongings, the boys are destined to pick me up shortly."

Weaving between side streets it was an easy back track to your tiny place, Rex found a bag and quickly packed your clothes as your hand rested against the slats in the floor concealing your past.  You scooted up lifting the slate with the force letting your free hand dig out the pouch after putting the board back you opened it retrieving the saber. The weight felt foreign in your grasp, the metal cool to the touch. You flicked it up into the air catching it with the other hand, just like riding a speeder. Looking over you saw Rex observing with a small smile before he returned to packing, you tucked the saber away.

"Are you sure about this?" he said slinging the bag over his shoulder but not looking at you trying to hide the grim expression. He would keep giving you a chance to go back to a normal life if you wanted one even if it hurt him, the war took so much from you he didn't want to be the reason you lost any more.

"Facing all that you fear will free you from yourself," you stated with a heavy breath, it wasn't the simple answer you knew Rex wanted but it was the truth, "If you remember Anakin and I were never one for running when things got tough. I think I've hidden in the shadows long enough." That statement was the first sliver of hope you had in a long time. Your eyes found Rex's, fondness had swept over them at the mention of the old days, the simple days. Keeping eye contact you took the short steps across to him tucking your face in his neck holding him. Your body still screamed run but your heart told you not to let go.

His hand found your back rubbing it, "We should get going," he sighed not wanting the tender moment to end, "Let's meet the 105th," he smirked.

"Did you really just switch the numbers?" you said with real genuine laughter.

"No, but I think I'll start calling us that if you make that beautiful sound again," he said putting your arm through the crook of his, "Let's go."

Finding the ship wasn't hard, it was discreet for the most part in the back of the docking station. The only tell tale sign that it was different then any of the standard ships around the port had been a barely noticeable white mark barely indistinguishable in the shape of Ashoka facial mark hidden near the bottom of the haul by the ramp.

Rex squeezed your hand tightly finding the nervous expression on your face, "None of these men will ever be a threat to you," he said giving the ship three solid knocks.

Your heart shook as the anticipation grew, these are Rex's men. Deserters of the Empire, they could be trusted. Right? I trusted my men... Clam grew over your skin as the ramp finally touched the ground. Looking up you found a green trooper looking down at you, one of master Yoda's men? You watched the trooper salute, standing at attention coughing to get the attention of the other trooper hanging near by who repeated his attention.

"Commander, this is Nemec and the brother over there is Fireball, at ease," Rex said giving them a stiff nod.

"Nice to meet you, Sir," Nemec said as you walked on board after Rex.

"She's a little skittish around us clones so give her breathing room."

"Don't blame her," Fireball murmured, "I barely ever want to see our face again," he heard Nemec cough finding the glare he was giving him, "Just saying, I can barely stand to look at it after what our brothers did."

"His chip's defective, deteriorated but unlike Tup's it didn't execute the order early. It's out now. He took the loss of his General hard and found me soon after," Rex whispered.

"Let's get out of here, I'm going to show the Commander around," Rex said gesturing away from them, "Refresher, their room, my room, mess... sorta," he shrugged, "storage closet, I could turn that into your private room if you want one," he shrugged again nervously rubbing his neck at the unspoken question hanging in the area.

"I think I should share yours Captain, I'll want my own bed of course."

Rex's heart skipped a beat, "I can arrange that," he tried to keep his stern dignified expression but felt like a cadet, of course their had been nights together but never like this coexisting in the same place, "Sorry," he coughed finding the responsive blush across your face. "Anyway, you can take my bed for now. I'll go grab a spare mat from the storage room," he said setting the pack down on his bed excusing himself so you to get settled in. It's not like before di'kut, the reminder settled in his bones wondering if all of the closeness had been to much. He tried to steal himself to that possibility. Taking a seat outside the room, he forced himself to clear his mind until Nemec walked over.

"You sure about this, Captain," he said jetting his chin towards the door, "We need a Jedi on our side but are we sure being in these cramped quarters is good for her?"

Rex understood his brothers concern, he looked at the door for a moment before placing a hand on the man's shoulder, "She was always the backbone holding the men together after every major loses and always giving us hope. It's time we do the same for her." His tone was firm, "I trust her, she choose to come with me for a reason. I believe she knows she can work through this."

"Did you ever think she came because she loves you?"

"Trust her judgement, Vod," Rex smiled taking his hand off his shoulder, "Let's head to base." Turning on his heel Rex rummaged through the storage closet grabbing the rolled up mat before heading back to his room. Our room, he thought smiling. When he returned all of your belonging had already taken up the spade signifying your stay with him.

"I haven't seen or slept on one of those in ages," you smiled softly looking at the poor express for a bed as he laid it out, "I'll take the mat if you want the bed-."

"Don't even think about taking the floor Mesh'la," he said bringing his gaze to yours, "We'll head to our base to plan to get The Bad Batch's chips out and you can see everyone else, I know their's a couple other 501st troopers who'd love to see you," he smiled.

"Who?" You asked going wide eyed.

"Hawk and Dogma," his grinned widen, "I definitely didn't expect it either," he cautiously said walking forward letting one hand fall to your hip, "A Jedi and a captain, whatever are they going to think," he jested hearing you laugh melting some of the burdens in his heart, "I've missed you every passing moment, Cyare," his grin faltered for a second before returning, "No matter how long it takes I'll wait for you to be ready again," he said letting go, "the rest of my life if need be. Now I have to try to figure out how to get their chips out."

"Captain?"

"Yes, Mesh'la?"

You took the step back towards him wrapping your arms around his neck, the familiar scent, feel of him and the warm tiny tug through the force, "Thank you for being patient," you pulled away wrapping your arms at your side, "We can use the republic scrap yard, their were rumors of a ship being delivered."

"And you know this how?" Rex smiled crossing his arms.

"I did have a salvaging job to get by."

"I'll let the boys know and we can devise a plan, welcome back Commander."

You followed after him, skin prickling at Nemec and Fireballs presence. They each offered a small smile as you took the sit next to the Captain as he started planning. He was quiet for what seemed like forever when he hand stretched out and rested in your thigh as he kept working. You looked down at it, lip quivering as tears threaten to fall again. It's a different time, you placed your hand over his as you chimed it time to time with what little information you had.

"Rex?"

"Yes, Mesh'la?" he said not lifting his eyes from the task at hand.

"I'll love you the rest of my life too," you whispered squeezing his hand, "I think we're getting ready to land again," you said feeling the ship slowing down.

Rex gave a tiny nod standing up interweaving his fingers with yours, guiding you towards the cockpit finding Fireball bringing the ship down. You observed the low tech handmade building and the small cluster of troopers already waiting outside, greens, greys, a red and then the 501st blue. You saw the familiar valiant tattoo across Dogma's face and then the red hawk wing tattoo's on Hawk's temples. Walking off the ship Rex placed himself between you and the rest of them, each set of eyes noticing the hands bound together. You felt like you were going to be sick being around this many troopers, it apparently must have paled you.

"Commander, you're not looking so good," Hawk pointed out.

"Let's get some air Cyare," he said softly, "Hawk, Dogma both of you are coming with me to help a couple of our brother's get their chips out."

"Yes, Sir."

Gently you felt Rex stir you away from the crowd away from prying eyes towards the edge of the small base, guiding you towards a crate to sit on overlooking the forest, "Better?" he asked quietly.

"Do you think Tech's right? What if-."

"A wise woman once told me when I was losing faith in myself; A soldier's most powerful weapon is courage. Courage begins by trusting oneself. You choose to come with me, Commander, you could have stayed on Ord Mantell and lived out a regular civilian life but you didn't."

"You've been waiting since Tibrin to toss that back at me, haven't you?" you said with a smile sad laugh, your gaze travelled to the sky remembering other sayings you were taught; Who we are never changes, who we think we are does. One must let go of the past to hold on to the future. To seek something is to believe in its possibility. I was- I am Jedi, a Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic and partner of one of the most highly decorated Captain's. I do not run when the battle get's rough, I stand beside my men and face evil head first. I am survivor of Order 66, I lived to fight another day. You exhaled a breath you were apparently holding. Turning your head, you took his appearance forcing your mind to calm down and body to still. The familiar earthly tone of his eyes; the arrays of brown to shimmering golds, the short blonde hair, the expressive eyes just for you and a smile that puts very sun to shame. While your body tried to fight but your mind had already come to terms with reality, it might take for your body to catch up but it would be worth it. Rex would be worth it. You watched his hand come up and caress your cheek, your breath hitched as you leaned into it bringing your hand to his.

"Possibly," he smiled finally answering the question, "Ready to go back?"

"Yeah, I want to see the boys," you smiled.

Rex pulled you closer to him, "Let's go see the boys," he affirmed keeping his hand around your waist stirring you around troopers until he found the two other blues in the back rolling up their sleeping packs.

"Sir," Dogma saluted before staring down at Rex's arm, "Regulations-"

"No longer exist," Hawk pointed out, "Called it," he chuckled.

"Nice to see you too, Dogma."

"Sorry, still getting use to it," he added nervously.

"Me too," you mumbled.

"I am happy for the two of you," Dogma quickly added, "When are we leaving?"

"In a couple hours," Rex said feeling your body slowly continue to tense. His mouth fell agape when you reached out hugging the two of them, "I've missed you, boys," you whispered before pulling back. Rex's hand found your waist again feeling the muscles constrict themselves into knots. He stirred both of you back to the ship to your's room, "That was bold," he murmured eyeing you cautiously as you climbed onto the bed.

"With great risk comes great rewards," you offered, gently tugging his hand towards the bed smiling as redness flushed across his face. Sheepishly he removed his poncho and armor discarding it to a regulation neat pile on the floor, “How about until we leave I try to get use to being next to you again?”

“There is no other place I rather be then next to you, Commander,” Rex smiled climbing into the bed, “Just tell me when it becomes to much, I don’t mind taking my time with the scars I can’t see.”

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You’re no Burden

[writing this after I had a mild flare up that got worse throughout the day, purely self indulgent reader comfort from this. So. Rex x Chronically ill!fem!reader. Mentions of illness, a little angst (it’s me what do you expect), nonsexual nudity from bathing together, and all the fluff.]

Rex knew you had your days, when your mental toll began to affect your body. When you struggled to even get out of bed when you hurt so bad, when you couldn’t wear your favorite jewelry because your joints were swollen. When all you wanted to do was sleep.

He’d seen some of the mild ones, knew when you were getting tired and needed to go home to rest.

He made sure to know which medications you could take, which ones were for emergencies, which ones would make you sleepy and which ones would make you nauseous.

When the Resolute came into orbit, his comm lit up with the messages he hadn’t received in hyperspace. The first few were about how excited you were to see him again, how you had found a diner you wanted to try with him, etc. The next one said that you might be at work when he got home, and to let himself in with the key on top of the doorframe.

The next one made him pause, worry making a pit in his stomach as he noticed the timestamp from an unholy hour of the morning Coruscanti time, saying you were having a flare up and wouldn’t be going in to work when he got back, and apologizing profusely for not being able to meet him someplace.

Rex called in a favor with Anakin to make sure he had the first ship planetside.

He let himself into your small apartment, staying as quiet as possible in case you were asleep.

“Hope that’s you, Rex.” He relaxed a little at your hoarse voice, a familiar warmth creeping into his chest.

“It is.” He called back, glancing at your bedroom door as he dekitted. He heard the shuffle of fabric on fabric before you appeared, dresses in a soft shirt and loose pants.

Your tired face broke into a soft smile as he finally frees himself of his armor and pulls you into a hug, sighing at the contact.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked softly, brushing a strand of tangled hair out of your face.

“Better, now that I know you’re home safe.” You mumbled. “It’s been a crappy day.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Hmm, why don’t we take a hot shower and go back to bed. I can make a call to Dex’s and pick up dinner.”

You made a considering hum. “Ok. I’m so sorry, Rex. That I couldn’t give you a proper welcome home.”

Rex’s face softened, a lopsided smile tugging at his lips. “Mesh’la, I have a home to come back to thanks to you. That’s more than enough for me. C’mon, I haven’t had a hot shower since I left.” He gleefully scooped you up, being as gentle as possible as he carried you into the refresher, setting you on the counter while he fiddled with the shower.

You giggled slightly as he pulled at your shirt, sliding it over your head with practiced efficiency. As steam rose in the air and gooseflesh broke out across newly bare skin he took his time, pausing to press butterfly light kisses to your stomach and ribs and collarbone before working your breastband off, then your shorts and underwear. His own undersuit was shucked without a second thought as he made sure two dry, clean towels were waiting for you two when you got out.

Rex stepped in first, rolling his neck and shoulders appreciatively under the stream of hot water before reaching an arm out to help you in, smoothing a gentle touch down your back as you got your hair wet. He was quick to grab your shampoo and conditioner, setting them nearby as he worked the first into your hair.

"I can wash my own hair, Rex." You sigh as his fingers gently pull apart knot after knot.

"I know you can, but I want to do this for you." He covers your eyes and tips your head back into the spray before switching to conditioner. "You do so much for me, Cyare. You've given me a home to come back to, a place to belong outside of war... I don't even have a last name to offer you in return one day." You stiffen slightly at the last bit before melting into his touch.

"If we have a one day, between my illness and your war, you can have mine, ok?"

It was Rex's turn to pause, his hands stilling for a moment before moving to the base of your skull, gently kneading the tight muscles leading down into your neck, then your shoulders. Finally, he spoke.

"Is that a promise?" He asks at last, his voice soft above the hiss of the water.

"I guess it is."

Rex made a soft sound in his throat, tilting your head back and rinsing out the majority of the conditioner with one hand and shielding your eyes with the other, taking the opportunity to feather kisses across your nose before pressing a soft, slightly soapy tasting one to your mouth.

Once the conditioner was done he passed you the bar of soap and let you scrub yourself down before doing the same, the two of you lingering under the spray before it started to creep slightly cold. Rex shut it off and grabbed your towel first, wrapping it securely around you before tying his own around his waist, shaking himself like a dog to rid his upper half of excess water.

You grabbed a fresh set of underthings and opted for one of the teeshirts you had bought for Rex instead of proper pajamas. Rex grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt before kissing you on the top of your head, grabbing his comlink.

"I'm gonna call Dex's for dinner, if that's alright? Do you have any medications you need to take before dinner? When's the last time you took a painkiller?"

You smiled softly. "If you could grab me another from the medicine cabinet by the sink that would be nice." Your muscles ached, cramping pressure tearing through your lower half. It had been there all day, but Rex's arrival had pushed you to action. You sat on your bed and closed your eyes, breathing through your nose. Rex's voice carried from the other room as he placed an order for food.

Your mind blurred and drifted, and before you realized what was happening you were laying back against the pillows while Rex sat next to you, brushing hair away that had fallen into your face.

"You fell asleep." He said softly. "I ordered your favorite. It'll be here in a few minutes. Still want that painkiller?" He hefted the painstim.

You winced as you sat up, nodding sleepily. Rex instantly slipped an arm around your waist, letting you lean on him. He helped you tilt your head to the side, baring your neck. "Little pinch, Cyare." He slipped the needle under your skin and administered the painkiller. Icy relief slowly spread through your system as he pulled the needle out and plastered a small cotton patch over the pinprick.

You hissed, then snuggled into his side, listening to his heartbeat. A hand rubbed up and down your back as a fuller sense of alertness settled back upon you.

Rex chuckled at your sleepy demeanor, enjoying simply being in your presence until the food arrived. You made idle chit-chat, discussing who did what in the 501st and what was going on in the GAR that he could tell you. Rex got up to get the food when it arrived, grabbing a towel and laying it out so no mess would get on the blankets as you two split your food, Rex pretending not to notice as you stole some of his potato fries and you deliberately ignoring when he stole a bite or two of your nerf steak.

The painkiller in full effect, you offered to do the dishes. Rex reluctantly agreed, offering to find a holo to watch.

"You've done so much for me already today, Rex." You argued back, no real heat behind your words.

"You do so much every time I'm on leave, Mesh'la." Was his response as he passed you his plate and utensils. "What do you want to watch?" He asked, but you caught his eye and tutted at him.

"Ah ah ah, It's your night to pick, you're not getting out of it again." You teased, dumping the dishes in the sink and spraying them with water.

"But I never know what to pick..." Rex pouted a little, hoping to sway you.

"Then pick the firsts thing you see. If it's awful, we'll just make fun of it and have fun that way." You reassured him, and the pout turned into a weak smile as he turned on the television. Neither of you acknowledged that he was cheating slightly by picking from your stash of favorited movies, settling on one about flying, firebreathing lizards.

And if you fell asleep again half way through, Rex's hand brushing through your hair absently while he watched the story of the huge black dragon and padawan-aged kid unfold. There was no place either of you would rather be in that moment, gentle time with each other so rare that even this domestic moment was a treasured memory in the making.

#captain rex x reader #clone wars #captain rex #star wars #the clone wars #clone wars captain rex #captain rex imagine #chronic illness awareness #GingerWrites

[momojedi]

scene from an unfinished fic that i found too good not to share ...

Excitedly, Rookie rushes forward and playfully wags his tail. "And who's this pretty boy?" With a grin, Anakin reaches out to pet the charhound, earning a satisfied huff from the animal. "That's Rookie," Mo introduces his companion, "he's to me what Captain Rex is to you." This statement earns him a raised brow from the clone. "Er, excuse me ... are you comparing me to ... a dog?"

#star wars #the bad batch #clone wars #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars clone wars #tbb #star wars the bad batch #bad batch #clone wars captain rex #captain rex #clone captain rex #anakin skywalker #star wars oc #wip tag #fic wip

[blitzink]

a huge project i’ve been working on all semester!

Star Wars The Clone Wars Poster Collection<3

#star wars #sw #disney #the clone wars #tcw #sw tcw #captain rex #commander cody #the 501st #501st legion #212th attack battalion #212th battalion #obi wan kenobi #commander thorn #gregor #lieutenant waxer #clone trooper #clone commando #the bad batch #tbb #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb echo

[131-vr]

I saw someone using the gif, so, I cleaned it up.

#star wars #drawing #star wars the clone wars #star wars fandom #obi wan kenobi #obi wan and anakin #obi wan star wars #rex clone wars #captain rex #ahsoka clone wars #ahsoka tano #star wars anakin #anakin skywalker #clone wars anakin #spinning

[eloquent-apollo]

Has this been done before? It came to me in a vision

#ahsoka tano #barris offee #star wars the clone wars #star wars #captain rex #commander cody #commander wolffe #i wanted to add Fox and Ponds too but ran out of space