The Bad Batch: One Shot Collection

On Your Love I Stand (Part 3)

Author's Note: Heh, so, some of you might remember when I posted the first two parts of this fic, back before we'd started this BB one-shot collection. xD I talked about continuing it, but it never happened... until now. You've got SPACEMOOSE11 on ao3 to thank for these next two parts. Lol. Enjoy! :D:D:D

Also, be nice. I've never written from Tech's or Wrecker's POVs before so I'm kinda terrified about how it turned out. xD

PS. This is part 1: https://www.wattpad.com/1350225333-star-wars-one-shots-on-your-love-i-stand-part-1

And this is part 2: https://www.wattpad.com/1351757496-star-wars-one-shots-on-your-love-i-stand-part-2

~ Amina Gila

Wrecker opens his eyes to see the familiar walls of their barracks on Kamino.

Kamino?

He sits up, expression scrunching with confusion because Kamino is gone. It was destroyed. He was there. They all saw it. They were inside it, so yeah, he knows Kamino is gone. ... Or at least it was gone?

Looking around their barracks, he sees only Tech there, sleeping on his own bunk, and Wrecker's breathing hitched. Tech. Tech is here and alive and – where are Hunter and Crosshair? Echo? The kid? He doesn't even understand how he's here, but he is, so he's not gonna question it. Doesn't matter anyway, probably.

"Tech," he says because he suddenly has to make sure. He saw Tech fall, but if Kamino is here again suddenly, why not Tech, too?

He suddenly realizes that Lula is lying next to him on his bunk, and he touches her, for a moment, remembering when he got her before he pushes that away. He can't think about Crosshair, not right now, not after they lost Tech and the kid. "Tech?" he tries again, standing and crossing the room to Tech. If anyone will know what's happening, it'll be Tech.

Tech makes a quiet, muffled sound of acknowledgement, before suddenly jerking upright and looking around. He looks just as confused as Wrecker feels, so at least he's not alone.

"I dunno what's happenin'," Wrecker tells him.

Tech's gaze lands on him, and he practically lunges for his datapad which is precariously balanced half-off the crate he keeps next to his bunk. Somehow, he doesn't knock it onto the floor in his haste. And then he freezes and just – stares.

Wrecker shifts, worried. "Tech?" he says again. "What's goin' on?" He just – wants Tech to tell him. They shouldn't be here. Kamino was gone and Tech was gone and –

Tech makes a soft sound that sounds like "oh" and then stares some more, typing on his datapad for another moment before looking up. "It appears that we are in the past, about four months before the mission to Anaxes when we rescued Echo from the Techno Union."

How? Wrecker nearly asks before dismissing the question entirely. Tech probably doesn't have an answer to that, and anyway, it doesn't matter. What matters is that they're in the past. He doesn't know where Hunter and Crosshair – and oh stars, he wants to cry just thinking about having his little brother back and alive and theirs – are but they can – they can fix this, everything. He doesn't ask anything; instead, he squeezes onto Tech's bunk next to him, ignoring his half-spluttered question of 'what are you doing?' and wrapping him in a crushing hug.

Tech makes a strangled squeak, but doesn't immediately pull away, and Wrecker wouldn't be able to let go of him anyway. How could he? Tech fell. All the way down. There's a moment of silence as Wrecker hugs the brother who he'd been so certain was dead and lost to them forever.