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blazesurrender · 3 years

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Inspired by this art by @reaalikaasu. Ficlet written with permission. It got long for a tumblr ficlet, and deals with major character injury, though I’m a sucker for happy endings so things don’t end too badly.

Fox heads up the search party. Dogma can’t have gotten far, injured and flightless as he was. Is. Fox bares his teeth at himself. Just because Dogma’s wings don’t work doesn’t mean he can’t take care of himself.

He has to fly faster, a bad feeling swells deep in his chest. A faint noise down an alley draws his attention and Fox takes a sharp turn down it, braking suddenly when he almost flies right over a limp, familiar form. “No,” He whispers to himself, landing heavily next to Dogma’s barely breathing body.

Black, clipped, starstruck wings splay out around Dogma, indicating that he’d tried to fly in a desperate bid for safety. Fox reaches for his comm, “All troops, I found him. He’s hurt. See if you can find anyone who might be responsible.”

The chorus of ‘Yes Sir’s that greets him doesn’t soothe his anxiety. He scoops Dogma’s form up in his arms and spreads his own large, rust-red wings before launching himself into the Coruscant sky and flying toward the only place he knows he can safeguard Dogma. His own barracks.

As he flies, he can feel Dogma getting weaker in his arms, breath coming shallower, chest barely rising. Fox soars through the open door and bypasses his barracks, instead taking Dogma immediately to the medbay. He trusts the others to sufficiently impede anyone who might come looking.

Seal is already suited up, ready to receive Dogma. He isn’t prepared for the way Fox crashes to his knees in his landing when Dogma doesn’t inhale again. “No,” Fox protests again, clinging desperately to Dogma and rumpling short feathers, “No!”

“Let me see him.” Seal’s voice brooks no argument and Fox bares his teeth, helping the medic lift him onto a cot but refusing to pull his hands away except to allow Seal to scan the injuries. “We need to prep him for surgery.” When Fox hesitates to back off, Seal snaps, “Now.”

Barely keeping the tremble from his hands, Fox helps Seal strip Dogma out of his blacks. When he sees the extent of the bruising, he staggers backward. He stays back as Seal works, steady hands roaming over the bruising with a scanner to find the worst of the internal damage.

Seal quickly finds the cracks in his sternum and preps the equipment he needs while the sedative kicks in. Working with as much speed as he can, he reseals the bones and spreads what bacta he can to help the healing process. The monitors tracking Dogma’s heart rate finally pulses in a steady—though weak— rhythm.

When Fox can no longer keep himself away, Seal permits him to visit. It’s not safe yet for Dogma to be awake so Fox just takes his hand, and carefully combs his own fingers through beautiful black feathers. Pressing a kiss to the cheek beneath his lips allows warm breath to brush past his jaw.

“You’ll make it, Dogma.” He whispers fervently, presses his forehead to Dogma’s, and lets his wings droop around in a bright red curtain to give themselves a moment of privacy, “Wake up soon.”

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