For Once A Normal Night
Genre: Modern AU
Characters: Crosshair, Tech, Hunter, Omega, Echo, Wrecker
Warnings: N/A
Notes: A modern AU with TBB chilling and watching a movie! Requests are open, so if you want me to write you a story, feel free to drop by my inbox!
Six people settled in around the bright screen of a TV, perched prcairuosly on its rickety pine stand. Night had fallen, but no one had bothered to turn on a lamp. The room was left cast in shadow.
Each member of crew was adorned in far from their usual outfits, instead opting for much more comfortable PJ’s.
The figures on the couch were attempting to share a small blanket between the three of them.
Hunter, who wore a baggy blue T-shirt with some silly slogan scrawled across the front, was the keeper of the remote at the time. Chatter of the other batchers echoed throughout the room.
Tech and Wrecker lounged on the floor, both wrapped in colorful blankets and printed pyjamas, shared a bowl of buttery popcorn while the former typed on his datapad with lightning speed. Omega, who’s blue, flower-speckled attire was at last two sizes too big, would reach from her spot beside Hunter to snag a piece every few minutes. Her fingers were covered in butter, and multiple times Echo, who was on the girl’s over side, would instruct her to go wash her hands before she stained the couch. The cyborg only seemed to be halfway paying attention to the movie playing, picking at his prosthetic arm with his other real hand. A pair of fluffy pink bunny slippers adorned his feet, which Wrecker had made sure to joke about three different times that evening. Echo had just sat back, drinking his coffee, watching Tech’s progress on the datapad and looking unimpressed at his loudest brother. Crosshair hadn't even spared them a glance. He’d been gazing at the screen in silence, perched in an armchair, the only one still in full armor. His helmet rested on the floor by his feet, recently cleaned until then paint shined in the dull light.
“In reality” Tech spoke up. “Those two fighters are far from the equal match that the movie stated”.
Crosshair rolled his eyes, but didn't interrupt.
“The man in the blue is far more physically capable, noting his muscle tone, the lightness of his steps, the-”
“Tech, please no fact rants today”. Wrecker groaned. “I just wanna watch them throw things at each other!”
This got a small chuckle from Echo and an amused smile from Omega. She clutched her stuffed tooka to her chest as she leaned into Hunter’s shoulder.
“This is a nice break,” The tattooed clone announced. “I think everyone needed to rest and watch whatever the hell this is”.
“Yeah,” Wrecker muttered as the fight scene ended, now sounding grumpy. “This is a horrible movie!”
“You’re just saying that ‘cause the fighting stopped” Echo remarked. “I actually am enjoying this, even thought it's admittedly unrealistic”.
“See? I was correct. Echo agrees”. Tech butted in.
Echo didn't offer a reply to the genius clone, only going back to his coffee to watch the scene on-screen.
“What about you, Crosshair?” Wrecker asked. “You like the movie?”
Crosshair turned towards him, slightly surprised he had been addressed.
“It's okay” he announced, his face expressionless.
“Way to be a killjoy, Crosshair” Hunter told him.
And the room briefly fell into silence again as the movie kept playing, and it didn't take long for Hunter to notice the lack of commentary from the small girl leaning against him.
Her eyes were closed as she hugged her toy, the blanket covering half her small form.
“Omega’s sleeping” he said in a hushed voice as to not wake her. “No yelling, Wrecker”.
“She needs some rest” Tech agreed. “It's been a lot for a young girl to process”.
“I could go for a good nap, too” Wrecker agreed. “But I don't wanna miss another fight scene”.
So the movie played on as the clock ticked away the time, Echo remaking his coffee every time he ran out.
No one noticed Hunter had fallen asleep too, holding Omega gently as if he really was her father, until the end credits began to roll. No one noticed the peacefulness that hung in the air, such a big change from the usual caution and energy.
The clones didn't even bother to climb into their inn beds, one by one dozing off into dreamland as the moon cast a pale glow through the window pane.
In the darkness, the crew’s mechanic and cyborg exchanged a silent smile, as even Crosshair had conked out in his chair.
The two night owls of the crew shared the remains of the popcorn and the stats Tech had calculated during the film. For once, it was a normal night.
Well, far from normal for the Bad Batch, but at least they
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