I decided to make an advent calendar for our favorite clones! It's going to be a new story every day. They're mostly just fluff, sometimes a bit suggestive or angsty, but all in all, sfw!
(p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for mistakes!)
summary: When you decide to catch the thief of your office, you never thought about 99. You're even more surprised when you find out about his secret.
warnings: maybe a bit angsty
word count: ~1090
a/n: this is the last fic for my advent calendar! i hope you enjoy and a merry christmas to all of you!
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Quietly, you are sitting in the small closet of your office on Kamino.
The doors were almost closed. Only a small slit allows you to observe the quiet room.
It all started a few days ago, when you couldn't find your sticky tape. At first, you thought that maybe you misplaced it, but then various other things started to disappear.
Your sissors, glue, paper, another roll of sticky tape.
You figured that someone is stealing your stuff. The question is just who.
So you decided not to go to the mess hall or to your quarters just now, but to hide and reveal your thief.
You don't even have to wait for that long. It is about ten minutes after the official end of your shift when you hear someone entering the code on the door.
The door slides open, and you can hear someone walking in. Irregular steps, followed by the sound of small wheels rolling over the floor.
That could just be one special person-
You can't even finish your whole thought, as the exact person walks in your field of view.
99.
He's the thief?
Just as you want to shrug it off, you see how he grabs the perforater on your desk. He puts it in his small rolling container with all the cleaning stuff and casually walks out again, after cleaning your desk.
Perpleed, you can just watch him. Only in the last second, you jump out of your hiding place.
"99?" you ask.
Startled, he turns around, his right eye getting as big as a ball.
"Y-Yes, Ma'am?" he asks, as innocent as ever.
"Did you... Are you... Have you been stealing my stuff?" you ask him, a bit worried. Why would he do that?
"Oh- Ah-... Yes, I- I did," he answers a little bit reluctant, but honest. "I wanted to give it back to- to you. Sorry, for not asking first," he explains, shuffling on his feet a little.
"It's- uuuh... It's okay, because it's you," you nod, already forgiving him. "What are you doing with all that stuff?" you ask him, coming closer a little bit. You almost feel like you're cooing a hurt tooka out of the corner.
"All the cadets. It's almost Christmas and they deserve something for- for this special occasion," he explains, rubbing his neck, looking down on the floor.
"So you're gifting them my utensils?" You're still so confused about hus actions.
"No, no! I- I'm wrapping some presents. I'm sorry I didn't ask you," he says again.
Your heart warm at the confession a little bit.
"You're wrapping presents for the little ones? All alone?" you want to know, just to make sure.
99 just nods.
"Well, okay. Can I-... Would you like some help? There are a lot of presents to wrap if you want to give one of them to anyone," you say.
99 thinks about it for a minute, before nodding.
"Okay. Come with me, but you have to- have to promise me you won't tell anyone anything," he agrees, pulling a promise from your lips at the same time.
"My lips are sealed," you assure him, slowly following him through the bright halls of Tipoca City.
"What are you gifting to them?" you ask him quietly after some time.
He looks at you with big eyes again, before answering: "Sweets and Cookies. Some of the older Generation have brought some and- and I thought I could make the smaller one's happy."
A small, sad smile appears on your lips.
On one side, you're absolutely touched by 99's thoughtfulness and his love for his brothers. On the other side, it hits you all over again, that the only single for those childrens is to become soldiers. They weren't allowed to life their own free life and all the single things that were guaranteed for you as you grew up, are rarities for them. If 99's plan will work out, it's going to be the first time for many of the small cadets to try their first sweet food.
As you reach an unintrusive door, 99 looks around a few times, before entering a code.
The door swings open and you shuffle into the small storage room.
Inside, there was a small table with different things on top - all stuff from your office. Around the room were some crates, filled with colorful candies.
"I made those tiny boxes," 99 explains and shows you said thing. It was made out of paper and had a small smiling face painted on it.
In a corner was a huge mountain, made out of several other paper boxes with different things painted on them.
"I can show you how to fold one... And then we fill it up. One goody for every cadet, otherwise it won't be enough for- for everyone," he explains, waving you over already.
You're a bit speechless. When you thought about the thief you expected someone of your colleagues who was too lazy to order new stuff, but you didn't count on 99, doing such a heartwarming thing for his little brothers.
You swallow the lump that forms in your throat, coming over to him and letting him show you how to help him.
After that afternoon, you spend the majority of your free time together with 99 in that little room.
Day after day, you help him prepare for his surprises, trying to support him in every way and providing him with different supplies.
When Christmas finally arrives, you two wait at the mess hall for all the small cadets, giving everyone of them a small package.
You've never seen them that happy.
When the night comes around, you and 99 visit the cadets in the large sleeping hall. Most of them are very excited, thanking him again for his gesture.
Af the evening goes on and on, you start telling some Christmas tales and share some other traditions you did with your family.
Even though there is a relatively big turmoil, you are never interrupted by any Kaminoans or other authorities.
While 99 starts to believe it was a little wonder no one noticed, you know better.
Maybe, just maybe, you updated some schedules in the morning, taking care of that problem, and kept away said people from the barraks for the evening.
Everyone here deserves an event full of carefree fun and joy, and when you could help in any way regarding that, you would.
