Clone Trooper One Shots

Save Me~Hunter

A/N: this is for all you Hunter simps, I see y'all😏

This is yesterday's one shot and there will be another posted tonight.

Also WARNING! This deals with a lot of grief and anxiety and inner demons and if this makes you uncomfortable, do not read. I will have another Hunter one-shot this week that'll be straight fluff.

You thought once you had been hidden, once you were under the protection of the Bad Batch the nightmares would stop.

They didn't.

You had not forgotten the moment your troopers turned on you. The moment you saw Master Billaba's troops turn on her and her padawan Caleb.

Burned forever into your memory the moment you had no choice to kill your clone commander, Spike.

The Bad Batch had been there aiding in your attack against the Separatists when your troopers turned on you. They were the ones that had dragged you away from your soldier's fire. They were the ones that solemnly swore they would forever protect you.

Hunter's arms were the ones you ended up in when you were so inconsolable you couldn't stay off the ground.

Hunter was the one that held you close until you could breathe again.

Hunter was the one that kept you together when everything inside of your mind and your heart was threatening to undo itself.

You thought then that the nightmares would stop.

You were wrong.

The nightmares didn't stop when you fell in love with Hunter.

They didn't stop when he first kissed you.

They didn't stop each time he told you he loved you. No, they only eased up a bit.

Hunter had nightmares of his own actually.

He had nightmares about losing you, not being able to save you.

He had nightmares where you died at his own hands, but compared to you, yours were worse.

Yours were based on true events. Moments that had taken place. Based on the lives you had no choice but to take. Your nightmares were real and you couldn't escape them.

***

Waking up with a jolt from your shared bed with Hunter, you looked around groggily.

Begging your eyes to adjust quickly to the dark, your chest heaving, sweat lacing your hairline and cheeks.

You couldn't stop thinking, couldn't stop having nightmares about Order 66. You couldn't stop no matter what you or Hunter did.

You couldn't go on like this much longer.

Your nightmares were killing you.

Glancing at Hunter beside you, you hoped your high anxiety hadn't woken him. He needed his sleep as much as you did.

Happy to see he was still sound asleep, you took a moment to admire him in such a peaceful state.

Day after day he fought hard to keep you safe and to keep you sane. He did his best to love you through your pain and heartache. He, alongside the rest of his brothers, did their best to make you smile and laugh just enough so you could momentarily forget about your pain.

Taking a silent breath, you turned away from him and slide your legs over the side of the bed.

The contact your feet made to the cold surface of the floor fully awoke your body.