Bad batch one shots

Crosshair 😚

Crosshair, having agreed to return to Pabu with his brothers, didn't realise how incompatible he truly was with civilian life. He knew it would be hard but he'd at least expected to finally be able to sleep well. His new bed was a lot comfier than the bunks he'd lived in from birth and certainly a lot comfier than sleeping on whatever they could get their hands on out in the field. He finally broke and, instead of trying to sleep, he went on a night walk. He hadn't been expecting to hear faint music as he got closer to the docks. "If 'I love you' was a promise, would you break it, if you're honest?" A woman's voice sang from the speaker that  the music came from. As he descended the steps, he saw the silhouette of someone and something in their hand that moved too fast for him to identify. He made sure to stay quiet, wanting to observe what the person was doing.

As he got the the bottom of the steps and sunk into the cover provided by the giant imposing walls. That was when he realised that he did actually recognise the person. Most of the people on Pabu had blended together but the woman was one he recognised without even being properly introduced to. The movements slowed and he finally saw that the thing she was handling was a stick around the same length as her height. She made it turn slowly in a clockwise direction on an open palm above her head whilst turning her entire body 180 in the anti-clockwise direction. She suddenly clenched the stick and slowly passed it down from her head to hips with intricate movements and bold flourishes. The more it passed between hands, the faster the stick got until it went back to the speed he'd seen it go before. The moon and its reflection on the ocean. The beautiful dock and the way the small amount of light lit everything perfectly. They were just little bonuses that Crosshair didn't care about much compared to watching the beautiful movements the woman made with the stick.

(Y/N) had a strange feeling for a moment that she was being watched. It being night made her ignore the feeling until she considered it might be the clone that had only been brought to the island some days prior. She paused and turned to the pillars and steps. She squinted for a moment before saying, "You can't adjust either, can you?" She hoped that it really was the new clone and not just empty space or, even worse, someone else. "Perceptive." A slow, cold voice teased. She laughed to herself a little. "Well, it'll be nice to have company for once." She walked to her speaker, turning it off and placing her stick next to it. "Crosshair, right?" He confirmed and took a couple of steps into the moonlight. She could finally see his face properly and looked into his eyes. They were tired like hers. "Well, Crosshair, let's sit." She made a point to enunciate his name fully.

They sat next to the water and after a while of silence (Y/N) started. "It was the separatists with me. Getting the people to cooperate was the only thing convincing them not to slaughter us all." She looked away from the ocean and toward Crosshair. Upon seeing his questioning look, she continued. "I was the head of my planet's honour guard. The separatists overthrew our republic loving leader and were ready to kill the rest of us to take our weapons technology. So I betrayed everything I stood for to save my people. I lied and supported them and all my people are dead anyway now. I became a traitor and they still died." She moved a little closer to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "I know what it's like to be a piece in their game."

The tears that had already been brimming in Crosshair's eyes overflowed with her last words. He wanted to talk to his brothers about it. He truly did, but every time he opened his mouth it felt wrong. Finally having someone that understood more than his brothers ever could, made him let the broken shards of his former-self fall. As soon as he started crying, he was embraced. He flinched a little at first before letting it out.

Over the following month, they'd spent most nights together. They'd talk, cry and simply be comforted by the presence of the other. They'd both even fallen asleep on the dock. Despite it being uncomfortable rock, the comfort of Crosshair's arms and general presence had made it the best sleep she'd had in years.

One night, she finally had the confidence to go through with an idea she'd had. As Crosshair arrived at the dock, she grabbed his hand and pulled him along with her. He let out a confused grunt. "We're going to fall asleep anyway. So we're doing it on my bed." She could've worded it better but the nerves didn't allow her the full function of her brain. She was a little surprised when he didn't even question it.

When they entered her home, she led him straight to her bed. Despite the initial slight awkwardness, they settled quickly as they had together for the past month. She let out a little contented sigh at having both her comfy bed and Crosshair. She felt his long, trained and deadly fingers gently stroke the side of her face. They pushed back some hair and she looked up at him. He looked down at her and something came over her. She pushed herself up and stole a quick kiss from the man in her bed. Before she could apologise, she felt his hands hold her face as if she was the most precious material in the entire galaxy. He slowly brought his head down and gave her a similarly innocent and soft kiss. The only difference was Crosshair's kiss lasting longer. "I've wanted to do that for a while now." She giggled a little, mostly excited. He moved in close and let his fingers gently dance across her cheek. "I'm going to kiss you again." He warned and she brought herself closer to him, ready to be kissed again. She finally had her crush holding her on her bed.

From that night forward, Crosshair would sleep in (Y/N)'s bed and they would both finally be able to sleep well again.