Demoted (Hux X Reader)

Everyone's Normal

A/N As much as it's a Hux x Reader, I think the other characters are just as important. 'Tis a much needed chapter.

---a few months go by---

Finally, this unusually busy quarter is over with. All of my assignments are complete for the week and I can rest easy. That is- if Hux would stop waking me up. He's just been awake the past few days. An hour of sleep here, a few hours there. It's not his fault though. He has his issues. Normally I can handle it, but I've been so tired recently. I think work is finally taking it's toll on me.

Hux and I don't always spend the night with eachother. We've already established our boundaries when it comes to sleeping and I am in complete agreement with them. There's already been a handful of instances that his lack of sleep has woken me up countless times during a single night. At one point, he finally fell asleep and I accidentally dropped my datapad. The noise it made woke him up and he stayed up the rest of the night. I felt really bad. We try. We really do, but sometimes, we need our own place to relax. Yet, everytime we are apart, I feel lonely. Maybe even more so than the last time.

My datapad chimes with a message. My eyes shoot open. This should have been the first time I had a full night's sleep. I guess not. I audibly groan aloud in my empty bedroom. I slam my hand on the nightstand, feeling for my damn device. I unlock it and check my messages.

"I swear if it's Hux, I'm gonna shove that sleeping pill down his throat and-"

It was Agent Mehdo.

He texted a simple 'hey'.

I sit up in my bed in confusion. I'm surprised he's even allowed contact with me. Is he not under cover at the moment? So, I ask him about it through a quick text and went back to bed. He called me on my holopad. I grumble to myself and sigh. I have to answer it.

"I have a few minutes but I want you to know that we can talk as long as ya don't give away that you're in the First Order. No uniforms or real names during the call too."

"So you're with the Resistance as we speak?" I'm sitting up in my bed again, pajamas wrinkled from sleep, squinting at the holoprojection of Mehdo. I rub my eyes.

"Yea. So how'ya been?"

"Tired. Hu- ...uh. I mean, my boyfriend and I have been busy with... um... work."

"Yea, I can imagine." Mehdo trails off. A small bit of akward silence fills the air. I haven't spoken to him since that day on Starkiller Base. We never even said goodbye. I stare at the holoprojection of who was once my trusted friend. His brown hair is more unruly than ever. Not that his hair was ever within the military standards to begin with. He probably used his silver-tongued ways to befriend other officers that would have normally told him to cut it. None of that matters anymore. Our rules have relaxed on hairstyles. Whenever he comes back, he'll be fine.

"Look..." mehdo begins. "I don't expect you to forgive and forget-"

"Let's not talk about that right now. How are you?" I say.

"Stressed. The First Order has been doin' some serious damage to the Resistance. I'm not sure how much longer we can last. I'm tryin' my very best to stay positive." Mehdo's wide blue eyes doesn't give any indication of lying. It's amazing how easily he can do that.

I bite my lip, holding back a smile. "That's terrible. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Just continue doing the work ya normally do."

We quietly nod at eachother. Finally, I snort from trying to stay silent. Mehdo starts laughing and I do too.

"Hey, I gotta get goin'. It was nice talkin' to ya. We'll keep in touch."