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At Arm’s Length

Commander Wolffe x Jedi Reader (gender neutral)

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Summary: Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. The General gets involved.

Warnings: little bit of violence, guilt.

A/N: sorry for the long wait. Burned myself out a bit. If you’d like to be added to the tag list, fill this out :)

He really should’ve seen this coming from a mile away.

Hindsight was 20/20.

Wolffe staggered back at the hit, his hand flying up to cup at his nose as his eyes met Comet’s feral snarl. By the wet feeling against his fingers and shooting pain across his face, he knew immediately that Comet had broken it.

“I told you to fix this,” Comet hissed, taking a step towards him. Wolffe refused to give any further ground, but he did guiltily avert his eyes.

“Yeah.”

His admission only served to increase Comet’s rage. “I told you to fix things and THIS IS WHAT YOU DO?!“ He pointed angrily in Wolffe’s face to regain his attention. “Do you know what they said to us?” Wolffe stayed silent, and Comet growled in response. “They’re thinking about transferring back to the Temple!!”

“Wolffe... you did mess up here,” Sinker agreed from his place behind Comet, though with much less anger. “They were a wreck. It seems you only confirmed your hatred of them in their eyes.”

Wolffe stared blankly at his feet, his shoulders hunched in. “Maybe it’s better if they go. They’ll be safer away from the front—“

Comet lunges towards him ready to strike again, but Wolffe was able to block his blow this time. “You don’t get to make that decision for them! Just like you don’t get to throw them saving your life back in their face!!”

“Oh, dear...”

All three troopers’ eyes widened at the saddened sound of their General’s voice. He stood imposingly in the doorway, Boost peeking out from behind him and giving a half-hearted shrug in response to Wolffe’s grimace.

“Is that what all this is about?” General Plo asked quietly as he strode in, coming to stand between Wolffe and Comet in the hopes of preventing further bloodshed. “Commander, did you say this to my padawan?”

Wolffe winced as the severity of the question hit home. He’d seen how the General reacted to people who’d hurt the men under his command... but he’d hurt you. His padawan.

His silence drew on long enough that Comet huffed derisively and answered for him. “It’s what they told us, sir. Wolffe was there when they woke and said he didn’t ask to be saved—“

“Comet.” The General’s voice was sterner than they’d ever heard it before as he chastised the other trooper. After Comet let out a sullen apology, the Jedi turned back towards Wolffe, his gaze searing despite the goggles that blocked his eyes. “Wolffe. Is this true?”

Wolffe nodded stiffly. “Yessir.”

He’d never felt smaller than he did in that moment as Plo Koon stared at him silently.

“Boost, thank you for bringing this to my attention, but I must ask the three of you to leave us for a moment. Wolffe and I need to have a discussion.”

The three troopers filed quietly out of the room, although Comet did leave Wolffe with one last glare as he turned to look back just before the door slid shut behind him. Despite his brother’s well-deserved anger, Wolffe almost wished they hadn’t left him alone. He didn’t know if he could handle the General’s ire and disappointment by himself— even if he only had himself to blame for it.

“Wolffe.” The General’s voice and heavy hand coming to rest on his shoulder coaxed him to look up and face the Jedi. “Why would you say such a thing to my padawan?”

There was no playing games with the General. He was always able to see through Wolffe’s mask.

“They... they were hurt because they were close to me, General,” he said in a low and defeated voice. “My job is to keep them safe— I’m supposed to keep them safe and they almost died for me and I didn’t ask for that, I didn’t want that—“ He took a shaky breath to try and ground himself again. “I should’ve been hurt, not them.”

General Plo’s other hand reaches out to grasp Wolffe’s other shoulder, knowing he needed enough space to breathe but more physical contact to keep himself from falling apart. “Wolffe. It is never within our power to control another’s choices, even if they go against our own wishes.” The Kel Dor paused for a moment to let his words sink in before continuing. “My padawan knows you would never ask another to sacrifice themselves for you, and yet, they were willing to risk their life for yours anyways. It was their choice, and while I know you feel anger and helplessness from it... you should not make them feel shame for their choice.”

“But sir, I’m just a clone, and they almost died in my place...!”

General Plo scoffed. “Forgive me, Commander. I was under the belief that you are Wolffe of the 104th battalion.”

“...I am.”

“I was not aware there was another Commander of the 104th in the GAR: that another man had fought Ventress and lived to tell the tale, had survived the destruction of the Malevolence and lived to aid others, who led the aptly named Wolfpack and who I entrust routinely with my men when I am away on other duties.” The General’s tone turned sly with amusement once he saw Wolffe’s embarrassed expression and knew his point had hit home. “Or is that not you?”

“...It’s me, sir.” His mismatched gaze finally rose enough to lock onto the General’s.

“You are one of a kind, Wolffe. It does not matter that your genetic material is shared amongst millions of others. They do not have your heart or spirit.” General Plo’s voice turned wry. “Or, as it would seem, your way with words.”

Wolffe visibly winced. “I didn’t mean to hurt them more, sir. I just...”

“Reacted?”

The floor looked very interesting once again. “Yessir.”

“While it is one of your strengths, now we also see how it can be a weakness,” the General mused. “However, Comet is correct in that you are the only one who will be able to mend this— both the situation and my padawan’s heart.”

“I know. I will.” His words were heavy with the sincerity of his vow.

“I have faith in you, Commander.” General Plo tightened his grip on Wolffe’s shoulders momentarily before releasing him and beginning to stride back towards the door. “I’m afraid you are needed briefly at your station, but after that, I would highly suggest paying the medbay a visit once more.”

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