Something is Wrong with the Coruscant Guard

Chapter 6

Fox sat by his desk, doing his best to catch up on his flimsiwork that had stacked up a bit in the time he spent in the medical bay. Thorn, Thire and Stone did their best to help out with some of the work but most of it is only stuff that Fox can sign off. Mainly things the Chancellor is supposed to do but he leaves to Fox to forge his signature because he doesn't have time for such feeble things apparently. Fox sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he looked over the flimsi in his hand. He's spent the last four hours going through every bit of flimsy work he could but he was getting tired. He was just about ready to throw the work at the wall in frustration when he was pulled from his thoughts by a knock at his door.

"Come in," he said tiredly, not looking up from his work. It's most likely just one of the other Commanders. The door opened and there were footsteps walking inside.

"You look like shit." Fox's head snapped up and he couldn't help the small smile that slipped onto his face.

"Wolffe, I thought you were leaving today," Fox asked as Wolffe came over and sat down on the corner of the bench.

"I am. I just wanted to come and see my favourite vod'ika before I leave for a couple of months and don't see you again," Wolffe said with a shrug. Fox let out a sigh, secretly please to see Wolffe once again but he didn't want to make it too obvious. The past four days since Fox first woke up, Wolffe and a small group of the wolfpack have been stopping by to see them. They bought enough supplies to last the Guard a month or two and for the first time in over a year, the medical bay is pretty much filled with supplies. Not only that but Wolffe had made a point of coming to see him almost every day, once again apologising for abandoning him, even though Fox didn't blame him. He's lost the rest of his batchers so he's just so thankful he still has Wolffe by his side. Wolffe who believed him, who helped him when he asked.

"Any idea where you're heading off two," Fox asked as he put down the flimsi he was holding and stretched back on his chair.

"No, not sure yet. General Plo will brief us later," Wolffe said with a shrug.

"Hmm, well have fun on the front lines while I enjoy my cushy office," Fox joked and Wolffe sighed. He reached out a hand and Fox hesitated for a second before leaning his head forward, allowing Wolffe to rest his hand on the back of his head. Wolffe scratched it gently, smiling softly as he noticed Fox's eyes slip closed at the action. Fox was always really gruff but he was also a sucker for physical affection. He used to join one of them in their sleeping pods at night after rough training days. He continued to guide Fox's head forwards until his body moved as well and the younger Commander dropped his head down to rest against his hip.

"You know, I've really missed you all this time," Wolffe said with a sigh.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shut you guys out. There was just a lot going on. I was so busy and stressed but I also didn't want to bring you into my mess," Fox said with a sigh.

"F-."

"Didn't want him to use you guys against me too," he added with a whisper, making Wolffe pause.

"Use us against you," Wolffe asked with a frown. Fox snapped his mouth shut quickly, realising he said too much.

"Please vod'ika, I need to know," Wolffe said, stopping his ministrations but keeping his hand resting on Fox's head.

"It's nothing really. I just. He threatens to hurt one of the Commanders if I step out of line. It's bad enough with that, when I have them by my side and can keep an eye on them. I don't know how I would cope if I had to worry about you guys on the frontlines as well," Fox said with a sigh before sitting up quickly.

"Don't get me wrong, I do worry about you guys. I promise I still care. You're my batchmates and I love you all but if he wants you dead he-."

"Shh, it's ok. I understand what you're trying to say," Wolffe said, cutting him off gently. Fox sighed and leant back, dropping his head into his hands.