Little Pup

Old Faces

It had been three days since you descended into the levels of Coruscant. You had no job, no money and no place to stay. Tonight wasn't any different, you found a quiet street with a nice bench that would suffice as a bed for the night. You closed your eyes and started to drift into as blissful of a sleep as you could when someone approached you. A Coruscant guard you presumed, and you presumed right.

"Excuse me mam, you can't sleep on the bench. You will need to find a different place to stay." He spoke, his voice reminding you of a certain someone that you didn't want to think about. Although it wasn't as gruff and annoyed as Wolffe's voice it was close enough.

"Sorry officer I started to feel faint, I just needed to lay down for a moment." You spoke as you slowly got up, revealing your face.

"(Y/n)? It that really you?" He questioned as he helped you up to your feet.

"Fox?" You questioned as you accepted his help.

"What the hell are you doing down here? the wolf pack has been going mad looking for you." He starred at you in bewilderment, pulling his helmet off you saw his face covered in concern.

"Tell them to stop looking, I'm not coming back." You couldn't help the strain in your voice at trying not to break down.

"You can't stay out here (y/n), come with me. There's a place I know that will hire you. You'll need to change up your look, only if you don't want to be recognized." He spoke as he took your arm and began to lead you with him.

"I don't like where this is going." You whispered more to yourself but he heard you.

"We'll have to get you somewhere where you can change your appearance of course." He spoke so casually to you.

"That won't be a problem." You spoke as you held out your hands, green smoke covering you're body.

"What the.." fox whispered out under his breath.

When the green smoke disappeared you hair was now white, tattoos trailed all along your body and you were wearing a black jumpsuit. You smiled at him as he looked on in awe at what just happened. You had spent so many years hiding your tattoos that it actually felt nice to let them loose again.

"I guess they weren't kidding when they said you glowed green." He laughed off his questions at you.

"So where exactly are you taking me?" You questioned him and you clung to his arm.

"You're not going to like it, but 79's is looking for a new bartender and it would be safe for you, I could keep my eye on you." He was hesitant to tell you.

"I can't go there, I will 100% see Wolffe or the wolf pack, it's to dangerous." Your response was quicker than you wanted it to be.

He didn't take no for an answer though and continued to drag out along with him to his speeder.

"I'm not going to let you stay down here without a job or a place to stay, the wolf pack would kill me. Wolffe would kill me. At least here I can keep an eye on you." His tone came out very angrily but he let out a deep breath and apologized for the way it came out.

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Two months had passed since you started your job at the bar, you were stationed at your own small bar along one of the back walls. Tonight was the same as every other night, it was busy and your orders were full. Your most regular customer was waiting for you at the bar, ready to pester you all night.

"What will you be having tonight Fives?" You asked while slightly leaning onto the bar.

"You?" He asked as his smirk grew wider and his eyebrows raised.

You let out a small laugh, "very funny trooper, I  need your drink order."

"The night special will be fine darling." He said with a wink as he settled further into his drink.

You walked to the back of your bar station and froze in your place, something caught you eye. A cloud of grey armor entering through the front door. Your palms became sweaty, heart rate increasing as your hands began to shake. Hurriedly finishing Fives drink you shuffled back over to him, your hand still shaking slightly.

"You okay there sunshine?" Fives questioned with a laugh.

You slid the drink in front of him, your composure falling by the minute. This was the first time they stepped foot into the bar, you knew it would happen sometime or another but  you had hoped you'd be more prepared.

Just as you were about to turn away two troopers in grey armor sat next to Fives. Your voice got caught in you throat and you didn't think your heart could beat any faster.

"Loath cat got you tongue?" One of the troopers asked you with a laugh.

You looked up hesitantly, it was Boost and Sinker. You felt yourself let out a relieved sigh that it wasn't Wolffe, "what can I get you boys?" Your voice still betraying you as you spoke.

"Five beers." Boost replied, he was never that much of a talker to strangers.

Fives took notice of them and his face contorted into a slightly angry expression.

"Her names Dawn, it's nice to ask people their name before you demand things from them." Fives spat out at Boost,

"Calm down trooper, I'm just here for drinks." He shot back, her name was reeling in the back of his head though.

You could hear them bickering amongst themselves as you prepared the beers for Boost. You made your way back over to the front of your bar table and placed them on a tray for the boys. You were just about to place the last one on the tray when Wolffe appeared behind them. The bottle fell from your hand and onto the counter, shattering from the impact.

You rushed to clean it up, slicing you hand on a piece of the glass which caused you to let out a low hiss of pain.

"Shit." You whispered to yourself as you long sleeve began to have blood drip onto in.

Once everything was cleaned up you went to excuse yourself to wash your hand of your blood but you were stoped by someone grabbing you wrist. It hurt, you had done something so stupid a couple of nights before and if Fox hadn't of come to check on you, you'd surely be dead.

"Let me help." Wolffe's voice flooded your ears, since when was he one to be kind to people he didn't know you thought.

Before you could protest, he had rolled up your sleeve. It revealed a long laceration up the center on your inner forearm, earning a large scowl from Wolffe.

"I can handle it myself." You huffed out as you retreated for the small employee restroom.

Tears streamed down your face as you entered the bathroom. It had been a moment of weakness. You weren't thinking straight, Wolffes words had been echoing in your head for days, "she's a monster, shes not a part of my pack anymore", it was all too much on that night. And so you did the only thing you could to make it all stop. Fox found you lying in the tub of your small room on the upstairs floor of the bar, with blood pooling in the water around you from both of your arms. You don't remember much more other than waking up in a med bay with Fox siting next to you, his face worn with terror and worry.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your makeup was ruined from your tears. You couldn't help but laugh, this was the first time Wolffe saw you and you let him see the one thing you swore he would never see. You had to calm yourself down and remind yourself that he didn't know it was you.