We'll Get Though This Together (A Rexsoka Fanfic)

The Dare

Rex had Ahsoka up against a wall in his quarters, about to kiss her. He leaned in, but his lips met her finger, as if she was shushing him. He raised his eyebrow, confused as to why he couldn't get in one kiss.

"Not yet," was all she said, and she squeezed past the wall and him.

Rex stared at the blank wall for a second and turned around. He watched as Ahsoka readjusted her arm bands so that they lined up with each other. He walked over and hugged her from behind, "What's going on? What did you need me for?"

She moved her hands up to touch his arms and prayed them off her, resulting in Rex to be even more confused, and he couldn't help but feel a little hurt. "I need your help with filing some of my reports," she said and turned face him, "I've been slacking and I haven't been doing them lately. Could you help?"

Rex shrugged, "Sure. Is that all?"

"Yep," she walked over to his bedside table and grabbed their data pads.

She handed one to him and walked over to the bed and got the pillows out of the way. She sat down with her back against the wall and pulled up the reports. Rex sat next to her and did the same. He scooted closer to Ahsoka, but she moved away from him. He thought she was acting very strange, but maybe it was his imagination. He got into her account and got an unfinished report and started to work on it. He didn't like typing, so he pulled out a stylus and used his left hand to write.

All his brothers thought he was strange for using his left hand, but he preferred it over his right hand. He wrote a few sentences and decided to see what Ahsoka would let him do. He put his hand on her thigh, but she stood up and went over to her bag and pulled out a water canteen. Strange. Rex couldn't help but think that maybe he did something wrong. Could he have done something without him knowing? Is that even possible? Maybe he just was overreacting or overthinking things. He decided to act normal and continued to fill in the empty reports.

*About a day earlier*

"How much do you wanna bet?" Fives asked.

"Mmm, twenty credits," Tup responded.

"Deal," They both shook hands, "Should we tell the others about this?"

"No. They all suck at keeping secrets, and if it gets leaked we're dead," Tup said dramatically.

"Well there's no need to be a Negative Nancy. But yeah I agree. Let's keep this to ourselves and hope the others won't find out,"

*Present time*

Rex finished up as many reports as he could take. Ahsoka still wouldn't let him even place a kiss to her temple, and he felt like he was being shut out. She'd always let him do stuff like that, and now she won't. He didn't want to ask her what was wrong, since he didn't want to seem pushy or be someone who meddles. Rex kept his thoughts to a minimum and forced himself to believe he was being overdramatic and that Ahsoka was fine. But there was the tiniest speck in the back of his mind that screamed something was wrong. He was snapped out of his thoughts by his wrist comm going off.

He put it to his lips, "Rex here,"

"Uhh, sir," came Echo's voice, "You may want to come down to the mess,"

Rex sighed, "What happened this time?"

"Jesse had another baking mood and now there's a- woah! Sorry, food fight. Gotta go, hurry please before everything breaks—," the sound of glass shattering sounded just before Echo cut the line.

He groaned as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. He went to go to Ahsoka but she just said, "Go. Just go before they cause a catastrophe,"