Fun and games in the 501st

Cupboard :)

(Y/n) hadn't been at base for a while. She had been stuck at the temple.
She finished reloading the gear upstairs and went downstairs to the basement she was tasked with working on.
The task: to clear out everything in the storage room, repaint it and rewire it (which is by no means a small task).

Basically, (y/n) badly messed up in front of the grand council, something about abusing her force powers to win a battle, she didn't pay attention to what they had to say, the situation was a lot more complex than their reports said and it had been twisted to make her look like the problem. Anakin being well versed in false accusations just advised to suck it up. The council won't change their mind. Being a bit nicer, Obiwan gave her this job as a punishment, one rule: (y/n) couldn't use the force for anything. When she told the 501st delinquents about it they all offered to help but she gave direct orders for them not to. It was more enduring for them to watch her remove everything from the storage cupboard up the stairs and out so it could be painted. She kept them on a video call for the company and they could see the boxes weren't exactly light. To make this job easier she came up with a pulley system with some rope Fives had spotted in the corner of the screen.

Once she got down there on the third day of working, (y/n) found Rex quietly working on the lighting on one of the shelves. The paint work was where she left off but half of the faulty lights were now rewired.
He had the top half of his body underneath the shelf and his legs jutting out, humming some mandatorily tune and twitching his feet to the beat. He looked so cute! The clone was unaware she was watching him. When did he even get here? How did he get here? (Y/n) could have watched him all day there but the Jedi snapped out of it. He might be hot but staring at him can't get any work done!

She leaned up against the wall, "hey,"
He shimmied out from under the shelf.
"I know it was meant to be done yesterday but I've had no time," she smiled awkwardly, "thought you were at the base."
"yeah," Rex replied, somehow finding his arms around her waist, "I was sent to train up some prison workers. Why I don't know. They don't even shoot a blaster we are the ones doing all the work. So I decided to come help you before I had to go."
She laughed, Rex had a personal grudge against the boys in red, "anyway you," she had her hands round the back of his head, "you aren't meant to be down here."
"I know. But your crime was partially to save my life from that clanker so it balances out."
"I can order you out of here you know"
"you could," Rex mused, kissing her forehead, "but you won't." he grinned.
And he was right.
After that he went back down to the shelf he was working under with a smile fixated on his face.
(Y/n) grinned at the lovestruck clone. He always knew when he could get away with being a defiant osik.
She smiled at him rolling her eyes and went back to painting again.