Little Pup

Bitter Sweet Reunion

Warning: smut and talk about sexual assault in this chapter.

Plo carried you back to the camp, not saying a word as you wept into his shoulder. Wolffe walked a bit behind, not wanting to cause you any more pain even though it was painful for him to not scoop you up in his arms himself.

The walk was quiet, no one spoke except for Plo's occasional hums. He walked you into the medical tent and set you gently on the medical cot.

"You'll need to have your leg looked at and get some rest, then we can talk." His voice was calm and accepting, something you missed deeply while you were on the run.

"Thank you" you paused for a moment before you spoke again, "Master, do you think Wolffe wants to see me?" Your question came out with much hesitation as you didn't know if you wanted to know the answer or not.

"Of course my little Pup, if you wish I can ask him to come see you after you've been patched up." The nickname brought tears to your eyes once again, you didn't think anything would be left to fall from your eyes.

You were patched up relatively quickly, a small line of stitches trailing up the middle of your right thigh. You were still relatively covered in blood, you weren't ready to make your way to the showers. You love these men and trust them with you life, but after so long on the run you were afraid to become so vulnerable in front of any man.  Any man except Wolffe, who had propped himself in the doorway of the tent, his eyes glued to the floor as if he was afraid to look at you. You didn't quite know how to start a conversation with him. You wanted to jump out of the bed and wraps your arms around him, become engulfed in his sent but you refrained.

Letting out a deep sigh you began to speak, your voice shaking slightly as you raised your own eyes to look at him.

"I lied to you." It wasn't your best start and you noticed how he stiffened where he stood at your words," I didn't get most of my scars from the battle field. My mother sold me to a different tribe on Dathomir. Every time I fought back I found myself getting a lashing, when that stopped effecting me they began other types of physical torture eventually ending with assaulting me." You couldn't help the tears that were pooling in your eyes as you spoke.

Wolffe didnt say anything as he walked closer and sat beside you on the medical cot. You took it as a que to continue talking.

"I've always hated her, even more so when I heard she attacked you. I can't believe you thought that I was working with her, you called me a monster Wolffe. It's exactly the reason why I kept who I truly was a secret." Your eyes met the floor once you were finished, not able to look at him.

He didn't say a word as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you onto his lap, guiding your head to rest in the crook of his neck. You didn't fight him, you needed him to hold you.

"Fives' and I were investigating something called an inhibitor chip, it was planted in every clone. There's something sketchy going on with them. The Kaminoians told Fives that the chips purpose was to control the aggression levels in the clones, but Fives had his removed before we ran off and he acted no different then when I had first met him."

There was a long pause before Wolffe moved to lay down on the bed, pulling you along with him. You rested your head on his chest and wrapped your arms and legs around him, you needed to be as close to him as possible even if it was just for the night. The silence from Wolffe wasn't uncomfortable to you, he understood that sometimes all you needed was for him to hold you and listen.