you don't want to live in a galaxy where the love of your life, tech, does not exist. but, you can't abandon your already grieving family. you devote all of your energy to helping hunter and wrecker save omega from the empire and, perhaps, save the...
series summary: you don't want to live in a galaxy where the love of your life, tech, does not exist. but, you can't abandon your already grieving family. you devote all of your energy to helping hunter and wrecker save omega from the empire and, perhaps, save the wayward crosshair along the way. but the longer you look for the youngest member of the bad batch, the more you suspect that your lost love is not as lost as you once believed.
chapter summary: you all try to figure out what happened to omega.
word count: 5,103
serieswarnings?: spoilers for "plan 99", plan 99, canon-typical violence, hurt tech, canon divergent, fix it fic, angst, grief/mourning, torture, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, relationship discussions, mutual pining, clone troopers speak mando'a, depression, suicide ideation, memory loss, brainwashing, jealousy, not proofread
chapterwarnings?: grief/mourning, pet name (sen'ika/cyar'ika), not proofread
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"Do you have to go?"
Echo looked at you, his shoulders falling. It had been a week since...the incident. It had also been a week longer than Echo wanted to stay. You and him might not have been particularly close, but you knew he was the kind of man who had to throw himself into his work. He couldn't just sit around and grieve. He had to distract himself from his feelings. He's lost so many brothers already. He lost his entire batch. He lost the 501st. Tech was another name in the long list of people he will never get to see again. If he stopped to mourn Tech, he would have to mourn them all. And, oh, how Echo would break if he stopped to mourn them all.
He stayed this long for your sake, you think. Hunter had probably said something to him. Ever since that moment on the dock, Hunter had been watching you closely, waiting for you to break. It was almost infuriating. Part of you was grateful, of course. It was nice to know that someone cared for you to. And you knew it was something he needed to do—he'd always had mother hen instincts, which had only increased and become more prominent after Omega joined your team. But, kriff, if you found him hovering outside of Tech's bunk, where you had taken to spend most of your days, you were going to lose it! You weren't a fragile little flower. You were a bounty hunter before you joined them, you had lost and lost and lost before you joined them. Yes, losing Tech was different, but you had seen these feelings play out before. You would be fine. You didn't need Hunter to treat you like you were on the verge of collapse every moment of every day.
(You pretended that you didn't know he could hear your crying every night, when you thought that no one would pay you any mind. It was the only time you felt safe enough to just grieve.)
