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Another Life / Dogma ~ Soul Mate AU

Summary: Dogma has always been completely loyal to the republic and to his training. His soulmate is very loyal to her ward, vowing to reject him just so whoever he is won’t distract her for her duty. Even without the bond both of you dip your toes into each other; you were made for each other all however Fate has a funny way of working itself out in the end.

Warning: Scars, Battle, Wounds, NSFW, Smut, PiV, 18+, cannon typical violence, medical incidents

Word count: 11.2k

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Dogma's eye pulsed like it was trying to leap from the socket, he tapped into the link letting the eye show him your surroundings where you were. She's here... On Coruscant at the 79's. He closed the link, stopping mid step and placing his foot down. I know what I have to do, For the Republic.

"What is it Dogma?" Tup said noticing his brothers abrupt halt on the way back to the barracks.

"My soulmate... She's here."

Your friend had dragged you out to the overly loud clone bar to see her mate for a little while you both were on world, you hated the fact that you were dragged here but you were her loyalist guard and nothing ever got past you. You followed her to the back of the bar to the small side room inspecting it for anything before allowing her to go in with the privacy of her mate. Your eye started burning like someone had lit explosives under it.

"What is it?" She said quickly stepping out of the room.

"My mate... He's here... and coming," you gritted out, "Please remain in that room for the next hour, their is a bathroom," the pain in your eye started letting up, "I will lock the both of you inside until the pain is over."

"You don't have to do that for me," she complained.

"Your highness, my duty is to protect you. I promised you when we were kids if he ever came I would do what needed to be done to make sure nothing interfered. Now I must insist you go enjoy yours," you said winking at the trooper waiting for her, you heard her sigh but knew your mind was made up.

You closed the door and took your military grade lock and bolted the door shut, remaining firmly infront of the door with your hands folded together in waiting. You're eye pulsed and you grabbed your eye noticing the two soldiers walking in, one gripping his eye two. You let go of it and opened it seeing him stare at you and you at him. You felt the tug towards him, wanting to touch him and know him but you harden yourself against it.

"He's going to reject you," his friend blurted out.

"I was going to do the same," you said sticking out your hand offering your name taking in the perfect jawline, eyes and beautiful V face tattoo.

"Dogma," he said taking the hand, shaking it feeling the familiar roughness of a soldier. She's made for me, his mind screamed.

"I have a duty to my planet, I hope you forgive me. Dogma, I reject you as my soul mate."

"And I reject you due to my loyalty to the Republic."

Everything in you broke, you read about what happens when you reject a soul mate link but nothing prepared you for the pain ripping through you. Your bones felt like they were breaking, shattering and ricocheting around your body. You fell back and stumbled full weight back into the door.

You heard Melissa calling your name is some faint corner of the breaking world, "It's just pain," you gritted out, "I'll survive."

Tup grabbed onto Dogma seeing a similar reaction, he watch the abnormal color of his soul link eye fade back into clone brown also seeing the color recede from your eye. Both eyes finally matching in color. He scowled shaking his head without getting a chance to meet her, he knew they were cosmically perfect for each other. Loyal, head strong and determined.

Your vision kept fading out but the sweet release of unconsciousness never came leaving you reeling in pain and hollowness, leaving a hole of nothingness. People often fell apart of their rejection succumbing to the permanent depths of depressions or having their mind break apart leaving them hollow shells. I will never falter in my duty. You forced yourself to stand infront of the door knowing there was still what seemed like endless minutes of agony left. You stretched both your arms out to the arch of the door using it to hold yourself up.

"I told you she was a fighter," Dogma gridded out, having Tup pull him up.

"And a hell of a lot stronger then you."

"He's plenty strong," you got out the pain finally starting to subside. You rested the back of your head on the door staring him. If he was meant for me he's plenty strong. In another life, I could have loved you and gotten to know how perfect you are for me. Your heart kept breaking with every passing thought feeling the sparks of the bond start to dwindle and the pain in your start to steady pulse in pain.

"Are you going to be okay?" Tup asked, "I can go grab a medic-"

"Do me a favor, just watch out for him for me. I'll be fine," you said your arms dropping to your sides.

Tup nodded, "I'm going to get him to med bay, it's standard protocol."

You nodded, "Goodbye, Dogma," you watched them retreat from the bar ignoring all of the eyes on you. I wonder if I'll ever see you again in another life.

Fate made it her mission to through but in your face every day that you terminated your bond, in took one week from that day for the war to reach your planet and the soldiers to deploy and you had to miserably see him in everyone of his brothers. The Princess tried to be more discreet with her mate but you told her you were fine even if felt like you were dead inside, hollow. I hope your keeping an eye on him. Several months after that defending the princess from a separatist assassin you took a vibroknife to the face in the same place as his tattoo. The king and the republic without haste paid for new cybernetic eye in thanks of your service.

Months after that the Princess had pulled you aside telling your the troops were switching out and that he was coming. She wanted you slump into the wall, your handing going to the scar that now permanently indented you and reminded you of him everyday you looked in the mirror. She knew you covered your mirrors and even switched out the showering stall to remove the reflection of the glass.

You pulled your hand away, "Is your mate joining? He is a kind soldier," you said turning the focus away from yourself.

"Father is actually paying for his release, he will be joining us... permanently."

"I look forward to protecting both of you."

"How you feeling Dogma?" Tup asked sitting in the empty bunk next to him, finding him yet again laying down staring at the ceiling. Between every assignment he's like this, broken, focuses on the mission but refusing to head to shore time so I'm left here babysitting him.

"You saw where we're heading next," he breathed, "We're heading straight to the capital... where she is."

"You're not mates anymore, Dogma. You have to pick yourself up at some point."

Dogma sat up and stared at him, "You don't know what it's like, a piece of you being gone, the... void that it leaves inside."

"You have to try, for her and yourself. I don't know what it's like you're right but I do know that fate's bringing you two back together for a reason; hopefully closure for both of you."

You stood at the Princess's side when the white and blue ships landed, her hands squeezed yours before releasing it. The doors of ships swung open and the soldiers marched out. Instinctively you took a step forward defensively in front of her.

"General Skywalker," you said extending your hand to the Jedi, "Welcome to Idora." You watched one trooper break ranks and run at the Princess, you smiled as they embraced. You watched the inner company of the 501st step forward following behind him. Seeing him. You didn't let recognition flash across your face as you moved down the line greeting each of them one by one. "If you all may follow me you'll be stationed with me at the inner guard wing."

"Your scar..." Anakin said looking between you and Dogma, feeling the broken bond.

"Completely unrelated, I took a vibro knife to the face when Dooku sent an assassin. I have no mate, Sir" you said continuing your walk keeping your eye on the Princess and her beloved as they pretended to escort all of you to the guards wings barely being able to keep their hands off each other.

"My room is one with burn marks," ironically also with a V, "Every other room is available, make yourselves at home," you excused yourselves shooing your them off to the Princess's room as to not make even more of a scene.

You wondered down the hall and sat on the balcony as the soldiers ruffled around moving gear and arms. Seeing someone sit besides you, you looked to find the solider who was with Dogma the night of the rejection.

"The name's Tup by the way," he said letting his feet dangle over the edge.

"How is he?" You asked the sadness if your voice slipping out.

"Lonely."

You nodded trying to swallow the clump forming in your throat, "At least he's alive," you said one tear falling down. Almost every night you sat on this ledge looking up into the stairs when conditions allowed wondering if he was still alive because you could no longer feel him.

"I'm not sure he'd agree. Rejection is worse then death."

Don't think I'd agree either, "Fate has made it miserable, so many reminders," you said letting your finger tips touch your scar before falling back into your lap.

"Yeah for him too. I didn't know fate could be this cruel."

"Breaking the most divine gift in the universe, I'm surprised she's being this kind."

"You should talk to him," Tup suggested, "It's not over until the banshee screams," he said patting your shoulder and getting up, "The soulmate bond is broke but you two could always try being friends," he said walking away staring at Dogma who was eaves dropping.

"I know your there," you muttered.

"I know," he said coming and taking the spot where Tup was, "It's a phantom sensation compared to what it was," Dogma extended his hand showing you his palm, "Remember when it snapped into place while you were cooking and burnt your palm, I got a matching one. I take it we both now have a couple more matching marks."

"When you fell during training, I elbowed glass and got the mark in the same place."

"Fate's taking this whole know your mates body like your own thing a little two literal," Dogma chuckled.

You joined him, his laugh soothing the awkwardness and tension. You glanced at him watching how at ease he looked, relaxed even compared to how Tup described him as of late. Dogma glanced at you at the scar, the twisted reminder of what could have been.

"It bugs you to look at doesn't it?" You asked looking back out to the court yard littered with ships.

"You're still beautiful."

"Consider yourself a beautiful man?" You attempted to crack a joke but it fell flat.

"I mean it."

"Thank you."

"Tup, is that?" Anakin whispered watching the two of you on the balcony.

"Yes, sir. I think it'll help them find closure."

"It's doing more then that."

"Excuse me?" He said looking frazzled.

"Nothing, let's go get something to eat."

Both of you sat there swapping stories about what happened since you two meet until late into the evening when the stars started twinkling in the sky.

You watched him lay back and stare up at them, "Hell of a view," he said.

"Yeah it is," for the first time in a long time the vastness of space didn't remind you how empty you were, you laid back tucking your arms under your head using them as uncomfortable pillows.

"You ever going to get your bunk set up," Jesse said lightly shoving him with his foot, "Excuse us ma'am."

"Coming, Lieutenant," Dogma said prying himself up, giving you a stiff nod.

You gave them a little salute wave. Probably for the best, I was getting way to comfortable, you thought with a small yawn. You sat up up taking your jacket off and rolled it up putting in under your head, That's better.

"Haven't seen you like this in forever," you heard the Melissa pur behind you.

"Tup said I should talk to him, I think it helped. Where's Sebastian?" You asked noticing her mate wasn't with her.

"Eating with his brother's, it's 'no place for a lady', apparently," she scowled.

You sat up tossing your jacket over your arm, "I'll go baby sit to make sure he doesn't say anything to damning about your lack of virtue," you said winking.

Melissa's face lid red, "I didn't even think of that."

"It's my job to worry," you reassured.

You walked into the makeshift mess promptly putting yourself next to Sebastian with a shit eating grin hearing the conversation about their bond, "Apparently you do need a baby sitter."

"She tell you to keep an eye on me?" He asked.

"It's my duty to know what you're both up too," you laughed, "Don't mind me."

"I don't think this is the place for a-"

"Call me a lady and we're stepping outside," you said pointing your fork at him.

"We can step outside," Dogma said without thinking, having enough of his brothers asking him about rejecting the bond and how it feels to be around you just wanted to get away.

The fork fell from your hand and clanked on the table. Everyone at the table was staring at the both of you. I am going to assume everyone knows.

"I didn't mean it like-" Dogma back tracked trying to apologize.

"Come on," you exhaled, standing up.

Tup covered his mouth trying to hide the massive grin on it, "If they hadn't had been... I would have assumed Fate messaged up," he chuckled out the moment you two were out of earshot.

"That has to be torture, I've already rescued him once," Jesse said.

"I thought that would have been the one rule he bent," Kix admitted.

"What are we gossiping about?" Anakin said standing at the edge of the table watching the both of you walk off chatting about something.

"How miserable he problem is," Jesse said, "Do you mind rescuing him, Sir?"

"He doesn't need saving from her," Anakin smiled sitting down, "Let them work it out."

"If your brother's ask, I kicked your ass," you smiled enjoying the walk.

"If my brother's ask, I handed you yours," he laughed back.

"I take it all of them know?" your voice switched to dead seriousness.

"Yeah, I was still pretty disoriented when Tup got me to the med bay. I'm surprised you stood up that fast."

"I wasn't going to be one of those people who just laid down and took it, I wasn't going to let it break me. I'm glad you seemed to do the same," you said eyeing him.

"I'm a soldier, I keep going no matter what," not entirely a lie, I complete my missions and then I sulk in my bunk.

Your head snapped in the direction of the field, "Go!" You shouted seeing the destroyer droids approaching. You quickly tossed your blasters in the air grabbing clips off your belt and slamming them in as gravity finished the rest. Dogma stared at you and then at the small battalion of droids, "That is an order, GO!" You watched him finally take off at top sped.

"Alright tin bins, come get me!" You shouted darting into the line of trees away from Melissa, like the idiots they were the droids followed you into your domain. Blaster fire sizzled past your ear as you pressed further into the woods picking them off. It would be great if I had my armor right about now. What the hell are they doing this close? How did they get pass the security. Hot footing it up a tree you dropped down at one of the destroyers letting him shoot at the other droids taking out a handful before shooting in and running again.

"Clankers, west courtyard," Dogma yelled the moment he got into the building.

Everyone started flying for there gear and little red lights shot into the sky alerting everyone of the attack. He quickly grabbed his helmet off the table and started sprinting again.

"Where is she!" Tup shouted after him.

"Her duty."

By the time they got back to the courtyard his eye was burning, he toppled over barely caught before slamming into the ground. Tup and Kix stayed scanning him as the rest of his brothers went to go deal with the droids. Dogma pried his eye open seeing her in the forest, it was dark and barely visible then he saw her topple over with her eye seeing what he was see.

"20 droids, heading... North West 2 klicks," he repeated watching her hand signs before it cut outs, "Land Mines," his skull was splitting but his brothers were running into either a trap or boobie traps.

"You rejected your bond how is that even possible?" Kix shouted chasing after them.

Danger. Played over and over in his mind, he commed in about the mines and kept running. He saw them but bee lined right his feet just guiding him with what was left of that tiny homing beckon of what where you were.

Your eye started burning again and you hoped up in a tree waiting for the visual by it never came just the pain intensifying. What the hell is going on. You jumped down from the tree and felt the tiny tug, Dogma. You run in towards his assumed location. You saw the Jedi engaged with a roller then Dogma on his tail running straight towards you. Without thinking you grabbed his armor and tossed him side ways seeing the hidden mind he almost stepped on and then the pain stopped. No time to think of that, you charged at the Roller from the side sliding into it's bubble and popping in the face and the shield drop. Dogma looked down and saw the mine then back at you then down at it again.

"What the kriff was that about! Watch where your going," you shouted at him.

"You were the one in trouble!"

"No you were! How the kriff did you almost miss that mine?"

"At least I wasn't the one getting snuck up on by clankers!" He shouted tossing you behind him ducking out of blast the stragglers that started shooting.

"Better then losing another limb!" You shouted firing, "I've already lost two. It's not peachy!"

"Maybe I was suppose too!"

"Knock it off!" Anakin said taking care of the last droid, "Care to explain?" He asked Dogma.

"General, this is my rejected mate. We did it months ago but on the way back here I got to see what she was seeing and knew she was in danger."

"And I saw what you were seeing and knew you were danger," you added.

Anakin watched both of you glare at each other, "Dogma-"

"If for some reason I have too I reject it again, sir."

"I was going to say be thankful both of you got to each other in time," Anakin put his hand on his shoulder, "I would have never asked you to do that or do that again," he said looking at the scar across your face, "Fate works in mysterious ways," he shook his head heading back towards Rex and the other troopers.

"You okay?" He whispered noticing the odd way you held your arm.

"Yeah, I bruised it jumping down on a droid," you murmured backed.

"Jumping down?" He asked bewildered.

You pointed up at the trees and then down at the droids, rolling your eyes. You froze for a second feeling his arm wrap around you tightly for a moment releasing before he walked off in the direction of the where the General went. You stared at him for a moment before jogging back towards the Princess finding her safely in her room with Sebastian in his armor and blaster drawn. He quickly holstered it again.

"I need you to take her to the lowest floor and stay there, the King and Queen are already on their way there. We have no idea about the droids got past security. There's extra arms in that trunk, take whatever you need."

"You're not staying?" She cried out staring, "You're suppose to be with me!"

Sebastian walked up and gripped your arm in the soldiers traditional greetings, "I'll protect her."

"I have to duty to the royal family to find the breach, Your Highness. It's been an honor," you said letting go heading straight to your room, armoring up in the family's forest green before jogging back out to where you encountered them and tracking their foot steps. You kept your weapon drawn as you walked further into the brush.

"Panic Room, she's hunting" was the note Rex found in the King's room, "Since we don't know where the panic room is we're going to stay and reinforce the perimeter."

She's hunting... She's tracking the droid. Dogma froze before falling into line following his brothers out. There's no warning bells, she's fine. Will I even get another warning?

"Worried about her aren't you?" Tup asked, "You're not soul mates any more."

No we're not, but we were still made for each other and for some reason it let me save her and her me. Dogma took a breath finally standing still manning his post. We're nothing to each other but I have to trust her. It didn't take long for the blaster shots to ring out. He looked up to see a helmeted figure limping holding a Tac droid head. He stared in the cut out seeing blood drip from your mouth.

You hobbled on one leg towards the troopers, as much as I want to drop kick this droid head because no one gets passed me it could have useful information on it. Great Dogma and Tup, can't I get a break from these two. You handed Dogma the head before spitting the blood out of your mouth, "Told you I would have kicked your ass," you smiled spitting again.

"You fist fought a tac droid?" Tup stared.

"Run out of ammo, now excuse me. I'm gonna go toss myself in a tank. Pull the blue book in the king's room and the alarm will shut off and they'll get the memo to come up."

Dogma tossed the head to Tup, "Get that to the General, I'll have get her to the tank," he said scooping you up, "Guide me."

You pointed in the direction of where he needed to go your mouth and jaw sore from a punch to the face. Dogma carried you with ease letting you relax into his arms as he maneuvered his way to the tank in the mini med bay. He gently setting you down in a chair next to the tank.

"Do you need help?"

"I can do it-" you winced standing up, quickly sitting back down, "Yeah I need help," you admitted sourly wishing he would have tossed you in armor and all.

Dogma kept his eyes glued to the ceiling as he worked your armor off piece by piece top to bottom just leaving you in your under clothes, "Do you need help with the pants?" he asked noticing the swelling, "I think it's broken."

"It's broke alright," Kix said scanning you, "in several spots."

"Yeah I need help," you scowled further.

Dogma gently helped you pulled your pants down keeping his eyes squeezed shut and pulling your shirt gently over your head tugging it off by the wrist before quickly turning facing the door. He watched Kix move towards and focused his eyes on the door, he's not going to do anything inappropriate. He heard the tank door open and the respirator go over her mouth and then the door shut and the cover slide up hiding everything but her face.

"You don't have to keep torturing yourself, I'll stay here," Kix said sitting in the chair and kicking his feet up on the table.

"Why is everyone assuming it's torturing me?" Right... "It's not. The bond is broke, I don't know her and she doesn't know me. She is a woman and I am being polite."

"You did sense the danger out there," Kix pointed out.

"But I didn't sense, that," he said motioning towards the tank.

"Droid obviously didn't stand a chance once she set her mind to winning, reminds me of someone," he snarked, "Now get out so I can research whatever this is peace," he added motioning towards the both of you.

Dogma didn't go far, he left the room and sat down against the wall next to the door knowing it was going to be hours. He decided to get up go get some caff so he could stay awake. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up while taking a sip, he dropped the cup. The hot liquid steaming off the table before he jogged off back towards the tank finding Kix had ripped her out and was cutting into her side.

"Restrain him!" He ordered seeing the wild expression on his face.

When did they get here? Dogma felt Jesse's and Fives hands on him pulling him back, "What the hell is going on?" he asked.

"She's going to be fine, Dogma, relax. One of her ribs was out of alignment healing. He just has to," they all heard Kix rebreak it, "That," Jesse said.

"Good thing you called," Fives said looking at Kix, who only nodded quickly repositioning it and closing the wound placing her back in the tank with the red light shutting off flickering green, "She's pretty, Dogma" he said trying to distract him as Kix checked over her vitals and other various wounds for any further complications.

"Shut up," he said as they released him.

"It's phantom limb syndrome, I think," Kix said showing the report, "Our mates are an extension of ourselves and severing that is like losing a limb that sometimes acts up. It's just flaring up because you two are close, in this case it was beneficial. It will dissipate."

"That's a relief," Dogma said sitting down against the wall.

"She is honestly really pretty though," Fives laughed joining him, "Beat you reject not taking that for a test ride first."

Dogma shoved him, "I would feel bad for your mate if she wasn't probably the same way."

"I'm just trying to make you laugh, kriff. Stop being so serious all the time, your always tighter then ships bolts. Even if I was serious, it's a compliment. I mean... look at ya," he chuckled, knuckling Dogmas extremely short hair compared to his.

Dogma rolled his eyes waiting the various vitals on the monitor. They all stood up and saluted the King as he and his daughter strolled in with her mate clinging to her, holding her tight.

"What is her condition?" the king asked.

"Stable, she needs to be in the tank for a few more hours to recover from the extensive wounds and I recommend light duty for the next week," Kix said as the King nodded.

Melissa gently pulled Sebastian off, "Thank you," she whispered putting her arms around Dogma who's hand stayed straight in the air until Sebastian motioned that is fine for him to hug her. He awkwardly patted her back, "Hell of a woman..." he whispered, "She's a fighter." He felt her tight stiffen, "I wish things were different," she whispered lowly pulling back, "Me too."

"So I take it your the man I have to thank," The King said looking down at Dogma.

Dogma pointed at Kix, "Technically Kix is the Medic-"

"Yes, that's Dogma" Melissa snorted.

"The Royal family of Idora owes you a favor boy, let us know when you need to collect," he chuckled walking out.

"Thank you, Dogma," Melissa got out, her tear ducks threatening to burst looking at her friend in the tank, "I don't know what I would do I lost her."

Trust me it's not pleasant. Dogma only nodded staring at her in the tank. He didn't even notice them leave the room, he just sat back down and stared at the tank because to him there was nothing else on the room. If his brothers were talking to him during that time he didn't hear it, all he could hear was her voice scolding him and the panic in it. I hugged her. He could still mildly feel the sensation through his arm. I really should put distance between us to get this to go away, I don't know how people with mates get through this, let alone initiating it. Fives hand waving in front of his face finally got his attention. Dogma blinked watching Fives and Jesse turn around and Dogma followed suit.

You hazily felt hands on you and the mouth piece come out proceeding with a ton of wet coughing, "Feel like a droid stepped on my ribs," you coughed again feeling an injection go in your neck and the pain dull.

"I had to rebreak one of your ribs cause it was healing wrong. I'll have to inject you ever 6 hours for the next few days to keep the pain down. Light duty for a week," Kix said quickly wrapping a warming blanket around you, "You should probably shower the excess Bacta off," he added feeling how sticky it was already getting.

You nodded, "Yeah good idea," you shivering, you took a few steps before feeling the Medic's hands on you stabilizing you.

"Do you have a water proof droid to help you?" Kix asked, "I would offer but I think Dogma would kill me."

"No droids, we'll here in the palace."

"I'll take her," Dogma gritted out feeling Jesse's hand snagged his arm at Kix's comment

"I don't care as long as it ends with me in the shower right now," you said your teeth chattering.

Dogma picked you taking you to your room and setting you on the refresher toilet, he quickly ran to his room and changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top before returning. He turned on the water and brought you into the shower tossing off the blanket leaving you in just your under garments. Holding your hips he carefully positioned you under the steamy water watching the goo fall off, he grabbed the scrubber and gently took it to your skin staring straight ahead at the wall.

"You feel it too?" You whispered.

"It's like an old memory, faint, distorted," he said, "should I have let Kix?" he asked.

"I don't mind, I mean I was made for you after all," you admitted, "I understand why you didn't want him too."

"I hope we can be... friends." He said rinsing you off before starting on your hair.

"Me too. I'm sorry for snapping at you back there."

"I deserved it, you were right."

You hooked your arm around his waist, you felt him stiffen trying not to look down at there the wet of his shirt clung to his body, "The pants I understand the shirt I don't.." you chuckled feeling like an idiot as he removed it and tossed it in the corner. You felt him carefully work his fingers through your hair then rest his chin for a moment on top of your head letting you listen to his rapid pulse before shutting off the water. Handing you the dry towel to wrap around yourself. He squeeze dried his shorts the best he could before patting himself dry turning his attention to you. You looked into his brown eyes and perfect caramel tan skin and the edges to his muscle before letting lost in his tattoo. Made for me, stubborn, high strung and a survivor... incredible handsome too.

"My face gets annoying to look at, I know," he joked.

You had him turn around so you could change your chest band and underwear and wiping yourself with the wet part of the toilet before putting on a new set. Dogma helped you put on a pair of knee length shorts a baggie training shirt. He retrieved his shirt squeezing it before putting it back on.

"If you need anything," he said pointing at the comm device he had tossed on the bed, "Press it twice and it will auto dial me." He watched you nod moving you into the bed, "Goodnight." As he left the stern expression on his face returned and he quickly took off the tank, tired the wet feeling against his chest,

You watched him leave taking off the tank before the door even closed all the way, the muscles scattered across his back. You felt your chest flutter and you rolled your eyes. Move on, get them to the front lines in a couple days and forget about him. Your body ached all over, what did Kix say? Six hours? Might as well try to sleep.

"Enjoy your swim?" Fives jokes, "even without the bond," he said wiggling his eye brows.

Dogma punched him, "I didn't touched her, not then, not now, not ever."

"You know I'm joking," Fives said rubbing his arm, "You have to learn to joke man, especially with this, humor is great for pain."

Dogma rolled his and shook his head letting his legs take him back to the mess to finish eating. He scanned around thankful for the emptiness besides a few other troopers scattered about also in silence. He found his food from earlier at the empty table and sat down finishing his food. It was almost nice until Jesse, Kix and Tup sat down. His mouth flatten into a tightly controlled line as he got bombarded with questions with what's going on inside in his head, how he feels and if Kix could run a few test because of how rare it is. Can I get a moments peace? He agreed to shut them up and went with them and then followed them back to down lab expecting a lecture about getting ahold of himself and put space between them but it never came, all he got was a pat on the back, told he's doing a great job and their proud of him.

"I was expecting to be scolded," Dogma admitted flatly.

"Why would we scold you?" Kix asked, "Not all of us agree with that rule. We're just happy to see some what back to your old self. Do you want to be there for the injection? I mean I'm not going to do anything indecent to her, but I know how...temperamental people gets when it comes to their mates."

"She's not my mate. Do it yourself. Are we done?" Dogma said rolling down his sleeve.

Kix nodded watching him stalk off. Tup followed after him just to make sure he didn't anything reckless. Kix looked to Jesse who had his arms folded over his chest and tapping his foot debating something, "Thinking of a way get him shipped back?" Kix asked.

Jesse nodded, "He's always a stick in the mud but now he's turning into a tree in the mud, us pushing him is just making this harder on him."

"Counter point, stick them together. Let Fate decided, it's not a coincidence that her face and door match his tattoos and it's not a coincidence that fate let them save each other. They don't need to be a bonded pair to be together," Kix pointed out watching realization light Jesse's features, "You have an idea don't you?" which only got a grin.

You felt hands touch you and you sprung forward swinging, panting when you noticed it was just Kix with an injector. You apologetically relaxed letting him pull up your shirt up and inject it right under your ribs. Your eyes quickly bounced around the room and he was no where to be found. Hopefully it's wearing off. You flung your feet over the bed and stood up much to Kix's complaint about resting. You grabbed your pillow and a throw blanket, having him guide you back out to the balcony on this cloudless night. Kix's hand carefully supported your waist and back of your legs helping you to the ground. He pulled your head up and tucked the pillow under it asking if there was anything he could do. "No, thank you, Kix."

Dogma watched from the end of the hall as her door opened, Kix walking out with her in his arms and her bedding in her lap and how gently he touched her helping her to the ground. His nostril flared at the tenderness. He stoned his face as Kix left her there to go back to sleep noticing the com device in her hand. Dogma saw Kix stand next to him for a minute waiting for a comment or threat but he kept his mouth shut and Kix walked away to get back to the other wounded. Dogma walked into his room and set his com next to his pillow and stripped his armor leaving him in his blacks as he got into bed.

In the morning Kix cautiously waked you on the Balcony moving you into a hover chair for the day while your leg continued to heal. He put the bedding back on your bed before wheeling you down to the mess. He asked if you wanted to sit with him and the other wounded or with the troops. You saw the stern angry face on Dogma and opted to sit with the wounded. He tucked you in at the end of the table next to him. All of you ate in silence just enjoying the company until Melissa and Sebastian walked over.

"How are you doing?" She asked tenderly hugging you.

"I'm fine, the chair is precaution."

"Because someone doesn't get they need to rest and not walk on it," Kix muttered.

"You took out a tac droid hand to hand?" Sebastian said impressed.

"It got through my security wall, it would have been my second personal embarrassment of the night if I retreated."

"Remind me not to piss her off," Sebastian playfully whispered to the Princess, "She looked bad, I can guarantee the droid looked worse," she replied giggly.

"My life is in service yours, your highness, it would offend my honor as your guard if didn't leave that droid in little pieces," you saw the sad smile spread across her lips, "and I can guarantee that droid can't be rebuilt. Also I need new armor, it's a little... broken," you offered looking at her trying to hold back the laughter.

"Father already put in the request with any upgrades that could reinforce it, we're going to get back to my duties. I'm glad you're in good spirits."

Breakfast went back to silence, you could feel eyes on you and yours eyes flicked up to the General staring at you while talking talking to the Lieutenant. You dropped your eyes back down and finished eating.

The next three rotations went by in similar fashion, Kix would help you and bring you to meals with no sign of Dogma. After lunch Kix brought you down to the med bay to scan your leg giving you the okay to walk on it but no strenuous exercise or prolonged walking.

Leaving the med bay you have a trooper waiting for you, "Need something?" You asked noticing him following.

"The name is Fives," he said, "and no, I just wanted to see how you were doing ma'am and to thanking you for the tac droid, we got a lot of useful information off of it."

"It's not a problem, I'm glad the pain is worth it."

"As a nat-born, we're all actually impressed with you."

"Nat-born?" you asked your face contorting into puzzlement.

"Natural Born, we're all engineered in a lap muscle composition, immunity, etc. You'd give us a run for our creds, we've never seen someone outside of Gar act like that."

"I am not immune to flattery," you laughed, "but thank you. This is my home, I will do whatever to protect it."

Dogma watched him make her life as they stopped and stand their chatting, her laugh was so warm and relaxing. Is he flirting? Dogma's nostrils flared but he made himself stop staring noticing Jesse staring at him and then at them. Dogma tried to forced himself away until he saw Five's stick his arm around her. His teeth felt like they were going to break with how hard he was clenching his jaw. She can do whatever she wants, but Fives? Never. He walked over and slammed into his jaw sending him backwards.

"For kriff's sake!" Fives watching her stumble into the wall and slide down.

"I- thought you were hitting on her," Dogma apologized pulling you back up.

"I was but not that much," Fives said rubbing his jaw, "She was trying to adjust her leg stabilizer."

"Why do you care? Not like you haven't been ignoring me for the past couple days. We're nothing to each other," you regretted it the moment it come out, but pain had a tendency to make things worse.

"I-" Dogma closed his mouth and handed you back to Fives, "Sorry."

"I don't get him, he rejects you yet still acts like that," Fives said tightening his grip until you were doing with your adjustments.

"Sooner there's distance between us it'll go away again. I'm sorry he punched you."

"Not the first time," Fives grunted, "but I get it, I had to watch people touch my mate I'd probably want to rip them apart too... right... sorry."

"You haven't met yours?" You asked.

"Not yet, maker I can't wait though."

"You're not going to reject her?" You raised an eye brow.

"Of course not, none of us besides obviously a few agree with that rule. We don't live long and constantly fighting, it's the one normal in our lives."

"I didn't have to reject him and he didn't have to reject me, how ironic," you mumbled finishing your adjustments.

"I think fate's trying to give you a chance," he said touching the perfect scar, "or it quiet literally wouldn't have slapped you in the face," he joked letting go.

"You might have a point, thanks Fives," I'm going to do something stupid and hope it doesn't blow up in my face, "I got something I need to take care of." You hobbled your way back up to your room and sat on your bed and stared at the device. You let out a long breath trying to clear your head before pressing it twice.

Dogma heard the loud beep on his wrist, he stared at it before prying himself out of his bunk, "Yes?" he asked quietly wondering if you pressed it on accident.

"Come to my room for a sec," you heard one of his brother snicker but heard his footsteps before he switched it off. You stared at the door waiting, you saw the shadow under the door him standing there wondering what he was thinking about. He finally opened the door and walked in standing halfway between you and the door. You patted your hand on the spot next to you, you saw the conflict roll across his face and he moved closer to you until he legs were touching were but he didn't sit.

"It would be unprofessional and against regulation if I sat on your bed."

"Dogma. Sit," His legs moved before his mind could the decision for him and he sat a hands space away from you, "I think it's time we talked."

"I was afraid you were going to say that," he groaned.

"That first day we were fine but when night came and than whatever that was in the woods there's been... tension. Fighting your brothers and even being more of a hard ass then normal."

"I don't know what's gotten into me," he admitted, "I shouldn't be jealous or care, we are both free to peruse whatever we want."

"Yet even without the bond you peruse me," you pointed out.

"It's just the nagging thought that we were made for each other... I am no where near ready to see you with someone else yet as much as I wish for your happiness and good health," he added quickly.

"I think... we need to get whatever it is out of our system, then maybe Fate will stop torturing us and we can go back to carrying on," you said looking at the bed and then back him, his eyes going wide at what you were insinuating, "Since we rejected the bond, it shouldn't break regulation."

"Since we are not mates, it be improper-"

"But we were, just think about it?"

"It's all I've thought of," he said scooting closer until your hips were touching. "Me too," you admitted back. Dogma stood up and quietly walked over to the door locking it before taking off his armor leaving it in a neat pile by the door. He cautiously placed himself between your legs. "Are you sure?" he asked watching you nod.

Your heart was racing but you brought one hand to his neck and pulled him down, it wasn't like the thousands of spark igniting your body like it was suppose to be but it was still exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time. You felt one of his hands grab the bed and the other hold your face. You pulled him closer causing you to lay back and him go lean over you to continue kissing you.

He bit your lip and pulled back raggedly breathing, "I don't know how mates do it, this is already intense," he voiced feeling your fingers tug at his shirt. He took it off feeling quiet exposed.

You saw the discomfort on his face, you consciously removed yours and nearly unclipped your chest band bringing his fingers to the last clip letting him decide. You stared at him patiently for a moment before he undid it, smiling at his transfixed expression. You scooted further onto the bed making him follow listening to his excited groan as he saw the jiggle the movement caused and his mouth found the harden ridges as his fingers squished the underside of it. The whole area felt hard and tender under his touch. His mouth moved worked up your chest to your throat back to your lips.

"You're so perfect," he whispered.

"Than prove it," you taunted.

Dogma looked down and then back up with an arched eyebrow, you giggled but moved your hands down to your pants slightly tugging them down, "Let me," he said leaning back on his heels pulling your pants and undergarments down and off careful of your leg looking at the bruise on it, "Shouldn't we wait until that is-"

"Dogma."

"I'll shut up," He said standing up freeing his cock from his pants, relaxing that some of the tension from how tightly the pants were holding it was gone. He saw you eyeing him like a soldier who hasn't eaten in days eyeing his ration bar. He starting eyeing you back letting his eyes slowly trail up you. "Do you also feel-"

"Like I'm going to be sick from how hard my core is pounding? Yes."

"I mean this," he motioned between the both of them and the dull cluster of... something over his eye.

"Yeah, so hurry up."

Dogma grinned shaking his head, his face hurting, "Yes, Ma'am," he said planting himself inbetween your legs, letting his hands trial up your legs but not touching letting his fingers run right next to it. He stared down at you wondering if you could how hard his heart was shaking his chest.

"See something you like?" You asked seeing the dilation in his eyes.

"You have no idea," he muttered before spitting into his hand bringing his hand to himself stroking himself covering him tip to base. Before wiping the left over down across his abs watching you squirm over the gleam. His cheek flashed red as he moved himself closer.

"That... was... the hottest thing I've ever seen... besides you," you whispered your voice quivering feeling his hands come to the sides of your shoulders and his tip pressing into your entrance.

"Are you sure... I don't think there's any going back-" he voice hitched feeling you raise your hips trying to push him in, "Kark," he mumbled at the sudden sensation, "Let me," he said carefully pressing your hip back down to get pressure off your leg.

Your head felt light feeling him slowly stretching you and trying to admire his strength at holding back. Inch by inch worked himself up until he was hitting the top of you and still had part of himself sticking out. You brought your hands to his body touching every muscle and he brought his one hand to the scar tracing the familiar V. He kissed the scar up and down feeling you stretch out more for him with every kiss until you had all of him inside. I knew she could take all of me. You smiled finally feeling his hips against yours, I knew he was perfect for me, your heart calmed down a little after wondering if fate had made a mistake. Fate doesn't make mistakes, both of you thought.

"Let's just try to be quiet," he got out realizing that wasn't going to last long with the warm wetness sounds from him barely moving, Whatever the punishment is has to be better then not knowing her. He mentally scolded himself for the traitorous thoughts, "Am I okay to start?" he asked.

"Please" you begged.

Dogma nodded bringing one hand to the side of your face holding you as he partially withdrew himself, letting your fingers cover his as he pushed himself back in. Your head fell back into the bed feeling him plunge back in your walls squishing around the intrusion. He started slowly pulling out a little more each time before thrusting back in.

"Dogma," you panted.

"Yes?" He asked stopped worried if he'd hurt you.

"Harder, please. I need- you," you panted out your heading feeling empty.

Dogma's core tighten on the command his body screaming to obey, "If it hurts you have to tell me to stop."

You nodded feeling the flush bloom around your face as you saw felt his hands move about your shoulders locking you in place and his muscles tightened as he took off. The slapping wetness and feeling him slide against your clit with every stroke.

Dogma let out moan hearing your bodies come together perfectly, "Kriff Mesh'la," he smiled, "It's almost like you were made for me," he mumbled thrusting full force into you letting his thighs push your hips further apart.

"Dogma," the moan ripped from your throat rather loudly.

The sound of his name on your lips almost made him cum right there. He repeated the motion causing you to moan again. Your fingers dug into his hand and the other into the side of his head. You saw the half intoxicated lidded expression of need across his face, "please," you rasped out. After a couple quick explosive hard thrust you felt the wave take you. You cried out his name curling into him letting your walls clench onto him. It was incomprehensibly passionate as he stared down into your eyes continuing to ride you through your high, your slide down from the side to his face. That small intimate motion made him come undone letting him coat every inch of your walls until it was dripping out onto the bed. Shuddering and barely up to breath he tried to pull out but your leg flew up and held him in place and pulled him down, "You're not- going to hurt- me." His body pressed into yours like a warm blanket, embracing you as he put his face in the crook of your neck trying to catch his breath. You could still feel him twitching inside you, every twitch cause you to clench around him again feeling a little more seep into you. "Waiting your whole life to give me that?" You laughed trying to catch your breath.

"Told you Fate would handle it," Kix pulling Fives and Tup away from the door, groaning when he saw Hardcase and the General walking towards them.

"Noise complaint?" Fives joked.

"I could hear them from the end of the hall," Hardcase frowned for a moment, "For not being mates anymore it sure sounded like it."

"The Force works in mysterious ways, let's go do a weapons test to give them some more time," Anakin said nodding away from the room.

"We're all giving him crap later right?" Sebastian said popping his head out from Melissa's room, "Get back over here!" She called laughing.

"It's to late to move everyone into the mess isn't it? I don't think any of us will be sleepy with both of them on the same floor," Tup groaned.

"Their ear plugs in the med bay, I'll go grab them and pass them out."

It only took Dogma's body a couple minutes to recover before going again, this time let his hands trail all over you getting to know every inch of flesh as your hands moved around him. The next few days were like that, if they weren't eating or training he was in your bed pretending every moment in between nothing was going on even if it was bluntly obvious. Each night when he thought his brothers were asleep sneaking out towards your room finding you nakedly waiting for him. Then the day came for them to go to the front lines and your armor had arrived. That morning neither of you cared to be discrete or quiet.

"Out of your system enough?" You asked laying in the after glow enjoying the two loads of mess he made you.

"Enough to focus at least," he gently pulled you off the bed keeping his dick in as he walked the both of you to your refresher, slowly removing himself hearing the plop of the filling fall out onto the shower floor. He turned on the water letting it wash down the drain. You both quickly cleaned up scrubbing the sex and sweat from your skin. Dogma 'snuck' out and wormed his way back into his room throwing his gear on and laying on his bunk waiting for everyone else to wake up.

You opened the new truck of armor looking at the upgrades and reinforcements and then throwing it on, you had told Melissa you'd be going with them and it was up to Sebastian. She fought with you about the change of plans but when she saw Dogma sneaking out of your room she finally caved. Little did he know of your plans however. You waited downstairs for them with the Jedi.

"Does he know your coming?" Anakin asked crossing his arms.

"No, he's not my mate so it's non of his business."

Sure he's not, he thought watching the men pile in, "Small change of plans, she's joining us for now on the front lines so you all will be reporting to her and Captain Rex. So get ready to move out," Anakin staring at Tup's shocked expression and Dogma's indifferent expression but there was noticeable annoyance oozing from him.

"Ever been out there before?" Rex asked stepping away from Anakin towards out.

"A few times to clear my head," To kick my own ass from the hollowness Dogma left inside me. Your eyes glanced to his short hair but his back was to you, I'll probably be going out there again once he leaves.

All off you crept towards the front lines relieving the boys there, "Stay here," you whispered jumping up into the tree using its brush for cover but there was nothing. The normally waring field was silent with no droids in sight. You hoped down landing on your hood leg.

"It's quiet... two quiet. Set up camp here while the other squad moves out."

"Ma'am it's been quiet for days," one of the squad members said.

You arched an eyebrow, "How quiet?"

"Not a single droid here all the way out to to the eastern front line."

"I hope taking the head of the dragon made them retreat but I doubt I'm that lucky."

You all set up camp, you choose to build a little view point to sleep. You smiled hearing the troopers mutter how Idoran were a bunch of tree people, as you jump down and landed right in the center of them, "You boys look like you need a climbing lesson. On the ground it's easier to be sitting ducks, up there can buy you precious moments to surprise the enemy or live another day." You spent the rest of the evening teaching them how to climb in the dark and watching them fall and get back up.

"Dogma, your up," you got out, awkwardly making him last. Your hands brushed up against his as you made him learn the difference in the feeling of wood and your eyes meet as you pointed up at weak vs secured branches. Out of all of them he did the best and almost got up to your perch before falling half way down. "You can come down, you did good." You sat with all of them and ate, no one pointing out the obvious marks on your's and Dogma's necks. Not even Fives made a joke.

A month passed by silently, no droids no warning lights at the palace, nothing. You looked at Dogma when you saw the next batch of ships arrive in the sky signaling their tour here was done. Dogma on the March put himself next to you, not a word all the way there but enjoyed the hours just being next to you. You shook the General's hand apologizing for the lack of excitement but thankful the troops got a small vacation from the daily battles.

"Don't leave anything unsaid," he whispered letting go of your hand.

Except both of you did, he packed up and left without a word. Duty and Loyalty come first. The moment he was off the planet the creeping hollowness came back, the void of him empty once again. During Umbara there wasn't a moment you weren't in his mind, Duty, Loyalty, The Republic, her. He tried to hold it together not wanting to get into trouble, believing Krell had everything for the war in mind and then his betrayal stung and broke him even further.

"Tell her..." He whispered to Rex as they put the cuffs on, "The King owes me a favor."

"I'll tell them," he replied as they hauled him off.

Your bedroom door flew open and your head was ripping itself apart, you covered the eye staring at the king and Melissa, "Dogma?"

"We have to go. Now," You saw Captain Rex say standing off to the side.

You hoped off the bed and followed after them in the King's personal ship. Your head was pounding but no images were streaming, I don't know if that's good or not. Captain Rex told you about what happened and what Dogma had done for the rest of them.

"I'll talk to the Chancellor," the King said, "We make up a big portion of the Republics donations."

"You'd do that for me?" You asked the King.

"You've been nothing loyal to my daughter and to Idora. Sebastian will need his own guard, as much as I trust your capabilities to keep both of them safe. Might as well be someone you both trust."

The rest of the flight to Coruscant was silent, Rex handed you an eye patch and a patch to put over the angry eye. You followed silently with the King's guard with the Chancellor's office shoving the Coruscant guards to the side bargaining. The color Chancellor's face went pale as the King stood to full height staring down at him.

"King Maxell how can the Senate be of service?" He asked with a fake smile.

"I'm here to negotiate the release of CT-8726 'Dogma' immediately into Idoran custody."

"The King and I need to talk in private," The Chancellor said dismissing the rest of us cautiously eyeing Rex.

You paced back and forth outside the chancellor's door not caring how anyone else perceived it. Minutes felt like hours until the flash of red caught your eye. You saw the four guards escorting Dogma. They lead him into the Chancellor's office, a minute after that you saw Anakin another older man with orange hair follow in after him. You started pacing again more composed but still on edge.

Dogma kept this standard blank expression through the conversation talking about him like he wasn't even there. Even after protecting the Republic from a traitor I'm still only property after all, an asset. I did what I had too. Dogma listened as General Skywalker defended him and his loyalty, even noting that his record says 'Rejected.' The pain in his eye slowly starting to recede.

"He is to released as is, his uniform and armor remain here," The Chancellor said, "Escorted by General Anakin Skywalker as a precaution he won't run."

The King looked out with a blank expression on his face but out followed Dogma and the guards. They followed us back to the ship. Almost free. Outside the ship the guards undid his cuffs and he followed the King onto the ship. You followed Melissa unto the ship staring at the dark bags under his eyes and how his irises even seemed darker then last time. You sat across from him staring at him and how his eyes were glued to the ground.

"Orange isn't your color," you tried to joke but only got a soft chuckle from him. You groaned standing up and pulled him to the back of the ship to sit in seclusion. You put your hand on his leg feeling a small barely notice zap rum up your arm. "Look at me," he obeyed, "You're safe." You kissed him and it was like a crackling lightning storm and the pain in your eye finally receded, you tossed the eye patch to the ground. Reflexively you moved into his lap. Running your fingers through his hair, you pulled back a single tear falling when you both noticed it.

"Is that even possible?" Melissa whispered dumbfounded.

"Fate finds a way," Anakin laughed, "You two! Keep it appropriate until we land!" He laughed more watching Dogma forcibly move you off with a bashful expression. "It's going to be a long flight."

Dogma kept one hand on your leg and other interlaced with yours on his knee, his free leg droning again the floor. Both of your bodies came alive feeling that invisible little tug to complete the bond. You rested your forehead against the side of his head for moment taking in his smell and how much stronger it was, "That was a mistake," you mumbled feeling the water works of your lower half start, "Liked this better the first time," he grumbled.

“I remember what it was like when I met her mother,” the king smiled, “then she gave me the most precious gift… I don’t envy what either of you are feeling.” Red spread across both of your faces, “We’ll be back to Idora soon enough.”

You both were barely off the ship before being all over each other, you hoped up as threw your legs around his waist and he carried you you weightlessly off to room. His hands grasping at every opening in the armor. Barely in the empty haul you let your armor clatter to the ground leaving a trail to your room. Dogma surprisingly made to the bed setting you on it before ripping off the orange prison uniform, groaning when he felt the wet spot. He looked down see his cock soaked with precum.

“You think that’s bad?” You laughed ripping off your top and showing him your underwear, “Just sniffing you started it.”

“Then I won’t keep you waiting any longer,” he shoved you downward letting your head hit the pillow before perfectly sliding into you. He froze blinking at the pulsating signal’s scattering throughout his body while trying to take it how wet and warm you were, “Mesh’la,” he weakly said, his head completely empty except the need to seal the bond.

“Dogma,” you said bringing your hands to his chest, “hurry,” the dizzy sensation in your head was making your eyes try to shut.

His teeth sunk into the base of your neck working the spot with this teeth, “Mine,” he growled. The carnal need that coursed through made him feel sick as it override everything he wanted to do with the feral urge to mark you up as his. No longer republic property, I’m her property. He brought his throat to your mouth moaning as he felt the connection. The moment he feel you breath he brought his mouth down to yours pressing his forehead to yours.

“Soulmate,” he whispered and then you felt it the thick ropes shooting you claiming you as his. You came around him your walls coaxing everything out of him and the urge of the bond start to recede as it was finally complete, “Did I hurt you?” He whispered when he could finally form a sentence.

“Leaving without a goodbye hurt,” you admitted feeling one of his hands go around your back holding your body tight against him.

“Saying goodbye would have destroyed what was left of me,” he breathed.

“It destroyed me,” you started cry, “We weren’t mates but I got to know you as a friend and as a lover, you just left. You could have died I would have never known.”

He grabbed the blanket and started wiping your face keeping his face tense so he wouldn’t start because you had a point, he wouldn’t have known. “You’ve always known when I was in danger. Always,” he said kissing the side of your eye, “I can’t mate with you when your crying,” he said softly, “How can I help you Mesh’la?”

“Hold me for a bit?”

Dogma carefully rolled you putting you on his chest, wrapping both arms around you, “I can do that.”

“Dogma?” You asked listening to the soothing sound of his heart beat.

“Hmm?”

“I like your heartbeat.”

“And I love you,” he said without missing a beat.

You looked up at him smiling before putting your ear back on his chest, “I love you too.”

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Your Boys To The Rescue

Summary: You've somehow managed to get trapped in the refresher and it's up to your boys in the Torrent Company to come get you out.

Author's Note: So this is my first clone fic, and the first fic I've written in ages! I was heavily inspired by the tiktok (link below). Please be kind, I hope that I was able to capture everyone right. Can be seen as pre-relationship or platonic reader x torrent company.

Characters: Rex, Kix, Jesse, Fives, Hardcase, Tup, Dogma

Word count: 2020

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You were mortified. Absolutely mortified. Hearing the voices on the other side of the door, arguing between themselves was not making you feel any better. You desperately wanted to disappear but there was no chance of that, not while the kriffing refresher door was stuck.

It was just your luck you decided to shower in the refresher attached to your office. The work you had been doing was still piled high on your desk, and you thought a nice warm shower would be just the thing to relax you and prepare you for the unending amount of flimsi you had to go through. It had been going so well until you realised that you had left your clean uniform in your office and went to go get it, only a towel wrapped around you. A simple, honest mistake that was now costing you because the door was jammed. It refused to open, no matter how many times you had tried.

That had been when Captain Rex had knocked on your office door, wishing to talk to you about some report that you had sent over to him. Your desperation to get out of the refresher outweighed your pride as you banged loudly on the metal door, begging him to help you out and find a way to open the door. He had tried everything to open the door by himself, but after trying everything he could, he had to call in reinforcements.

Now, you were leaning against the counter, towel covering your modesty as Torrent Company tried to either break down the door (Hardcase had swiftly received a slap off someone for that suggestion); or slice the mechanics/electrics of the door to at least slide it open to get you out of there. That suggestion was greatly preferred.

“Mesh’la, how you doing in there?” Rex called through the door. He sounded quite close to it and you shuffled forward so that he could hear you better over the small curses of his men and the sound of tools.

“I’m fine Captain, just… bit cold in here” you admitted, rubbing up and down your arms to try and bring some warmth into them. It had been about half an hour since you got out of the shower, and the cool metal of the room was not helping you at all.

“We’ll warm you up as soon as you as we get you out of here” Hardcase assured, followed swiftly by a cry of pain.

“Hardcase!”

“What?! It was a joke! Lighten up a little Dogma!” Hardcase complained, not sounding a bit sorry about what he said. You couldn’t help but let out a small snicker, used to the clone’s brand of humour.

“Knock it off you two. How are we in getting this door open?” Rex rebuked, bringing them back on task.

“It’s not looking good. Looks like it might be a manual override” you heard Jesse admit quietly. Groaning at your misfortune, you began to pace up and down, as much as you could anyway in the tiny refresher. “Don’t worry, cyare, we’ll get you out of there soon” Jesse promised, not wanting to upset you even more.

“Boys, perhaps we should get a service droid in to fix it?” you suggested, leaning your head against the metal door. It was soothing and brought you out of your head a little.

“We’ve got this, cyar’ika! They teach us slicing in ARC training” Fives bragged, making his brothers groan and tell him to shut up.

“If that was the case, Rex would have been able to get me out. This rate, I’m going to have to give my briefings through the door dressed in a towel!” you complained, unable to help the little pout that pulled at your lips. It was the least you deserved, especially as you had a morning briefing with the Admiral and Generals.

“At least you’d look hot, cyar’ika!” Fives flirted with you, making you smile.

“Not helping Fives!” you chuckled, going back to pacing again.

There was a large creak before lots of cursing and cries of pain. “What happened?” you demanded, rushing to the door and trying to pry it open with your bare hands.

“These di’kuts pulled the wrong circuits and got shocked for their troubles!” a grumbled voice came from further away in your office. You knew that voice, even if it was the same as his millions’ of brothers. Kix was here. Rex must have called him when he had went to get the others.

“Your bedside manner needs work vod!” Jesse complained, shaking his head and going back to the door along with Fives and Hardcase.

“Rex! You called Kix? But I’m fine. I’m not hurt at all!” you argued with the Captain. Now there was even more people to witness your shame and embarrassment.

“Just a precaution, Mesh’la. You can’t be too careful” Rex answered, and you could already imagine the smirk on his face at that. You didn’t like to be checked over by the medics, especially if there were clones who were also injured. You would rather put them in front of you.

“Hey, I think we’ve got it. Stand away from the door ma’am” Tup soft voice warned you. It warmed your inside at how caring these boys was to you.

“Thanks Tup, but there’s not much room in here if it falls in” you informed him, standing as far back as you can.

“Oh wait a minute! I think that’s it!” Fives muttered, voice rising in excitement. By the force you hoped that they had finally got it.

“There’s a piece right there!” Hardcase pointed out, tinkling with the tools in his hand.

“You see that piece right there?” Dogma asked, leaning over his brothers’ shoulders to poke at it. Kix pulled him back before he could get sparked.

“Yeah, yeah, I see it. Hold on” Jesse grunted, trying to move around Hardcase to be able to fix it in place.

“Just hold it right there, no. Not there, di’kut, where I’m pointing! Tup keep the torch still!” Fives grumbled, as his brothers were not helping him at all. You sighed, it had been like this for half an hour, all of them sniping and snapping at each other.

“No, you have to pull it up to the side” Hardcase argued instead.

“I am keeping it still!” Tup added.

“Someone just get General Skywalker! I’m sure he’d be able to fix it in no time!” you begged, desperate to get out of the kriffing refresher and into bed to catch a few hours of sleep before you had to go back to work.

“Men!” Rex’s sharp voice cut through their argument. “Don’t worry mesh’la, I promise they’re nearly done. Just a few more minutes” Rex soothed, hearing how frazzled you were becoming with the situation.

Sighing heavily, you waited for the door to open. You loved these idiots, but god did you feel like killing them right now. They could have their arguments later, but all you wanted was to get out. You didn’t want to be stuck in a refresher all your life. There was plans on the horizon for your future, not dying in the refresher because of the kriffing door!

There was a loud twang and your heart leapt into your throat as you hoped it was the mechanism for the door. But still nothing happened. It kept stubbornly in it’s jam.

“I wouldn’t drive it in though” Dogma frowned, shaking his head at his brothers’ rough work with the delicate pieces of machinery.

“Shut up Dogma!” Jesse huffed back.

“He almost had it then!” Hardcase assured his brother, as the wire in front of them shifted back to where it wasn’t meant to be.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Don’t push it!”

“AHH FIVES! I said DON’T push it!” Jesse cried, as he almost had it again but it slipped through his fingers as Fives moved his screwdriver slightly.

“Well I thought you meant push it!” Fives complained, and you couldn’t help but laugh, burying your head into your hands. The vode always made you laugh, even in the direst of situations.

There was some rattling and without any resistance, the doors pulled apart, revealing the group of men by the door. Hardcase, Jesse, Fives and Dogma was squashed around the panel housing the controls. Tup standing behind them, torch in hand. Rex and Kix was standing in the doorway, both of them looking you over.

“Ooh!” you squeaked out, clutching onto your towel tighter.

Rex, realising that him and his men was getting a good look at you in your towel, quickly snapped out of his heated gaze and turned to address the men. “Eyes front and centre soldiers!” he barked out, making them snap to attention and face forward.

“Er… Captain… I’m still front and centre” you mumbled, heat rushing to your cheeks as Fives winked at you.

“Oh… right… sorry Mesh’la. Avert your eyes!” Rex ordered, voice wavering slightly. If you didn’t know any better, you could have sworn that the Captain’s cheeks were becoming a little redder.

“Hey, cyar’ika, how are you feeling? Any shaking? Signs of hypothermia?” Kix asked, jumping straight into his medic role as he came over to scan you.

“How come he gets to look?” Hardcase complained, making you blush even more.

“Because I’m a medic, and a professional! You might want to look that up, vod!” Kix retorted, before turning back to you. “Anyway, are you experiencing any symptoms of dizziness, nausea?” Kix questioned, running an eye over you as you shivered slightly.

“I’m fine. Just a bit dizzy and tired… and hungry” you admitted, rubbing the back of your neck abashedly.

“Hmm, we should get you sitting down and something to help warm you up” Kix nodded, turning to his commanding officer. Rex nodded, instructing Tup to go and get you something warm from the mess hall.

“Thank you guys, I don’t know what I would do without you” you bid the troopers behind Kix. Tup nodded swiftly and hurried out the room, the back of his neck colouring.

“Come sit down” Rex encouraged, hand coming over to your elbow to help guide you into your office and onto the couch that you had smuggled in with the men’s help last time that you were planet-side.

Rex and Kix helped you to sit down, Kix busying with making sure that you were okay and not hiding anything. “Honestly Kix, I’d tell you if I weren’t doing good. I’m just a bit cold, that’s all. I promise, nothing to worry about” you assured, not noticing the towel fall open on your thigh.

Rex coughed, making his men spin around, mumbling apologies and excuses not to look your way. “I think that’s enough gawking for one night. You’re dismissed” Rex stated, crossing his arms and standing in front of you, trying to block you from sight.

“Wait! Before you go, you’ll have to let me know how I can repay you for this” you called after them, resting your hand on Rex’s back to help push him gently to one side so you could see your rescuers.

“You can buy us a drink at 79’s if you really want” Jesse suggested, making you beam. That was an easy thing for you to do to repay them for their kindness and help.

“Done!” you agreed, before you remembered a conversation with General Kenobi last time you were on shore leave with the 212th. “Wait! I thought you got drinks free at 79s!” you frowned, as they were nearly out the door.

“Oh the beer we do. The cocktails… well that’s all on you now cyare” Fives teased, before pushing Dogma and Jesse out the door in front of him.

You gaped after their retreating forms. What had you just gotten yourself into?

“I hope you have a lot of money, ad’ika” Kix shook his head, finishing his checks on you and pulling the scanner down.

“Because they’re going to bleed you dry, Mesh’la” Rex chuckled wryly, amused at your surprised at being played by his men.

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