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sulevinen · 1 year

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”I don’t want to do this.”

Alpha scoffed and patted him on the shoulder, lightly but still irritatingly enough for CT-7567 to shake the hand off.

”I know you don’t. But I think you two would be great friends.”

”I have a friend. I don’t need another.”

Alpha rolled his eyes and shook his head, not in disappointment but in amusement. At least CT-7567 hoped so.

”And Cody is a great friend to you. But I think you could use a friend who is more like you.”

”More like me?”, CT-7567 raised his eyebrows, and followed Alpha to the left, avoiding his hand trying to maneuver him.

”Yeah, like you. You’ll see.”

CT-7567 didn’t want to see. He wanted to go back to his bunk, take his datapad and hide under the covers until it was time to go to sleep. The blanket didn’t block out much of the noise his batchmates made in the room, but it did help him concentrate on the book he was reading.

Tyrannosaurus Rex, an apex predator, largest of all ancient carnivores…

CT-7567 lost himself to the thought and followed the sound of Alpha’s light footsteps. He got to page seven, which meant that the place Alpha was taking him was farther from the nearest training room than the facility next by. CT-7567 got curious and lifted his gaze from the floor, noticing that the lights had gotten dimmer and the usually loud noises of his brothers couldn’t carry on even as echoes through the vents.

”Where are we going?”, he asked, and Alpha gave him a reassuring smile.

”Don’t worry. It’s not far. It’s a secret hideout.”

”Hideout?”

Alpha hummed, and stopped in front of an unassuming door, like every other door in the facility. It was darkened by the edges by dust and what CT-7567 hoped wasn’t mold, but the air of the corridor felt moist enough to make it possible. He frowned up at Alpha, nodding at the door.

”Is that mold?”

”No”, Alpha said nonchalantly, punched the code in and smiled at him. ”Don’t worry.”

The door slid open with a slight creak, and Alpha led the way in. CT-7567 hesitated at the door a bit, but decided to trust Alpha and went inside. Alpha had lit the lights up, and they beamed from the ceiling white and cold like everything else on Kamino. CT-7567 looked around him, seeing nothing out of the ordinary for a simple room, but it was oddly empty and quiet.

”What is this place?”, he asked, looking out the window where the never-ending storm raged in the distance.

”This is the secret hideout”, Alpha said, but clarified at CT-7567’s angry frown, ”it’s an old bedroom I emptied and cleaned, to your standards.” Alpha had a weird expression on his face, something between smug and humble, but CT-7567 couldn’t remember what it was called in the book.

”I actually don’t know if it was a bedroom or an office or a medbay”, Alpha started rambling, moving around as if seeing the place for the first time. ”I found it with my batchmates when I was still a kid, even younger than you. And so far I don’t know if anyone else has been here. It was filled with junk and dirt and spiders, but I cleaned it for you.”

”For me?”, CT-7567 asked, and Alpha nodded.

”For you, and for your new friend.”

CT-7567 crossed his arms. ”Stop calling him my new friend.”

Alpha lifted his arms up, like surrendering, but not in a real way. Wolffe did it a lot when Cody was starting to get really angry at him, which just made Cody more pissed off. CT-7567 wasn’t really sure what was the point of it, but he guessed by what he had observed, that it was a false surrender to make the opponent calm down.

”I am calm”, he said, mostly to himself, and tapped his leg with his fingers. Alpha let out a chuckle and cleared his throat, making CT-7567’s shoulders instantly tense and go up his ears.

”Okay, hang out here for a bit, I’ll be right back. That okay with you?”, Alpha smiled at him, and CT-7567 gave him an uncertain nod. He really didn’t want Alpha to leave him alone, because usually it meant that people came to bully him, but this time by the sound of it, nobody could find him here. It didn’t make him any more relaxed though, and when he watched Alpha disappear behind the closed door, he wanted to run after him.

He’d just have to stay calm. He kept tapping his leg with his fingers, and looked outside, gently humming. The sound resonated nicely in his throat, and his voice wasn’t bad either. It was in perfect tune with the actual song from the holonet, and Cody had told him it was because he had perfect pitch. CT-7567 was yet to search on his datapad what it meant, because every time he meant to do it, it managed to slip his mind.

He sighed and sat down by the window, following the raindrops with his eyes. There were probably millions of them on the surface of the glass, all racing down, merging with each other or ceasing their trip completely. CT-7567 felt the static in his head quiet down the longer he stared at them, and he almost forgot the anxiety he was feeling about the new kid he’d have to meet. Almost.

The silence around him got disturbed by quiet chatter and footsteps outside the door, and CT-7567 hung his head low, preparing himself for meeting his ”new friend”.

The door opened with a creak, and at the sound of two sets of footsteps, CT-7567 raised his head and faced the cadet. He was glued to Alpha’s side, eyes flickering from CT-7567’s hair to his uniform, slightly squinting. When CT-7567 looked directly at his face, his eyes strayed away towards another direction.

He supposed this was CC-1010.

”This is CT-7567”, Alpha said, and CT-7567 got up, stood as straight as he could, and attempted to make eyecontact, but his eyes settled on CC-1010’s eyebrows.

CC-1010 looked up at Alpha, frowning slightly, and Alpha answered with a smile.

”He’s like you. His brain is wired the same way as yours: a little differently than the rest of us. I think you’d get along just fine.”

CT-7567 glanced from Alpha to CC-1010, seriously considering if Alpha knew CT-7567 at all. They were not the same.

”We’re not the same”, he decided to tell him, ”similar, but not the same.”

Alpha gave him a nod and stepped forward, attempting to take both of them by their shoulders, but like CT-7567, CC-1010 also avoided his touch. CT-7567 took a step forward just to not be so difficult, and looked at CC-1010 from below his eyebrows. His shoulders were tense, hands squeezed into tight fists and gaze on the ground: hardly eager to have a new friend either. CT-7567 glanced at Alpha, trying to look as disapproving as possible, but Alpha just kept talking his nonsense.

”I know that. But you’re more similar to each other than you’re to me or the other cadets. I thought this way you could have some company, maybe help each other with tasks and training, and maybe, maybe become friends.” Alpha looked sternly at CT-7567, and his fight or flight urge kicked in. He didn’t need any more friends. Cody was plenty, Cody was enough. He didn’t want any more friends. CT-7567 was sure Cody would agree with him if he was there. He decided to ask him later, so he could talk some sense into Alpha.

CT-7567 kept frowning at CC-1010, and he started looking more uncomfortable as the seconds went by. He faced the corner of the room, and Alpha humphed as he looked back at CT-7567.

”He’s always frowning. Nothing personal.”

Well, CT-7567 surely took that as personal.

CC-1010 kept looking away, and Alpha signaled CT-7567 to sit. He did, after giving him an angry glare, and kept staring at CC-1010, expecting him to turn around and sit as well, so they could begin whatever dumb activities Alpha had planned.

”Take your time”, Alpha spoke to CC-1010, and then leaned towards CT-7567: ”He’s a little shy. Why don’t you think about dinosaurs for a while?”

That CT-7567 was happy to do. He lowered his head, folded his hands on his lap, and fanned through his memory to get to page seven of his book. It was about Tyrannosaurus Rex’s diet, one of CT-7567’s favorite subjects.

After a moment which felt too short for thinking about the T-Rex, he heard a deep inhale and concentrated his eyes on CC-1010, who sat down as he exhaled.

”Easy now”, Alpha said, and CT-7567 glanced at him: he was being easy. He was being as easy as he could. It was up to CC-1010 if they could carry on with the start of their great friendship.

Alpha laid his hands on the floor, and CC-1010 copied him, eyes on the ground and rapidly blinking. CT-7567 dropped his head as well and got back to his book, but felt something tinge his forehead, and lifted his head to stare at CC-1010. He immediately looked away at Alpha.

”OK. You’re both okay now, yeah?”, Alpha said with a smile.

Then he cleared his throat suddenly, and CT-7567’s hands flinched instantly on his ears despite his efforts to make himself stop. He felt his cheeks and ears get hot and he looked down at the floor, hiding his hands in his lap.

”It’s OK.” Alpha kept saying that. It clearly wasn’t okay. They were in a strange room, that was too quiet and filled with static noise, covered in mold and had just been a residence to spiders. And he had to share it with this new cadet that was supposed to become his new friend. It was not okay.

Alpha tapped the ground next to CT-7567’s knee to get his attention, and he reluctantly complied. ”Like I said. You’re both okay. This is a safe space, like we discussed. Here you don’t have to hide your stims.”

CT-7567 gave him a quick nod and started picking at the palm of his hand. It had been opened and scarred and reopened and rescarred multiple times, by CT-7567’s nervous habit alone, and his trainer’s didn’t like it at all: but Alpha had approved, and Cody didn’t mind. So it was fine.

CT-7567 kept staring at the ground, thinking back to the memories of the times he had been at medbay, scolded by the medics and Kaminoans for ruining his skin. After the tenth visit, about nine too many, Cody had exploded at the medic and decided that from that moment forward he’d patch CT-7567’s hand whenever needed.

CT-7567 could always trust Cody. Everything would be okay as long as Cody was there.

He wanted Cody, now. Nothing was okay. Not this weird new stranger, not Alpha who forced him to make new friends, not this room that smelled like mold and spiderwebs. He wanted out.

He opened his mouth to tell that to Alpha, when he noticed that CC-1010 was hitting his hips with his eyes closed. CT-7567 tilted his head at him in confusion, then remembered that they were supposed to be stimming. CT-7567 glanced at Alpha who sat his eyes closed as well, and decided that disturbing the quiet moment of peace wouldn’t be looked at kindly by either of them. So CT-7567 decided to suck it up and close his eyes.

He started tapping his knees lightly with his fingertips, and almost involuntarily his body started slightly swaying from side to side. CT-7567 never quite knew why his body did that without him telling it to, but it was calming and helped him with the static in his head that came from silence. It quiets the quiet, he used to tell Cody, who didn’t really understand, but smiled at CT-7567 anyway. Like he always did.

CT-7567 slowed down his breathing, and listened to the raindrops and Alpha’s breathing in the room, and tried to ignore the sound CC-1010 was making. He opened his other eye a bit to see what in the universe he was doing that was so loud, but he was still hitting his hips with the faintest hint of a smile on his face. CT-7567 lifted his eyebrows and closed his eyes, keeping his mouth shut.

He wanted to feel happy too. He guessed that was what CC-1010 was feeling, why else would he be smiling? CT-7567 frowned and took a steady breath, his thoughts wandering through the many books he had memorized, and the songs Cody had played for him from the holonet.

One of them was his ultimate favorite. It was slow, it had a nice beat to it, a low bass sound and instruments that sounded like flutes. He started humming it quietly under his breath, adjusting his body’s movements to the melody and tapped the beat with his fingers.

He liked music. It was the only way to keep the static in his head to a minimum. It helped him concentrate, and remember things, and relax. It was soothing to his senses, it made the twitch of his hand more regulated as he listened to the beat of the drums, and sometimes he felt like he could almost see it as golden strings or sharp green peaks, like in a heart monitor, depending on it’s pace. He thought that music looked just as calming as it sounded.

Alpha’s quiet voice mumbled something in the background, but CT-7567 wasn’t ready to let go. He kept playing the song on loop, feeling it flow around him and through him and take his anxiety away. He shook off the weight from his shoulders, and the fatigue from keeping the stress in for so long finally overtook him, but he was able to relax and let it settle in his bones once he got to the end of the song.

The ground trembled under him and he heard Alpha laugh. He opened his eyes, very slowly, and faced CC-1010 again. His cheeks were slightly glistening, and his eyes weren’t as squinty and anxious anymore.

”You ready?”, Alpha asked, placing his hand on the ground next to CT-7567’s knee.

CT-7567 blinked. ”For… what?”, he asked, a slight stutter in his words.

”For sleep”, Alpha smiled, and got up as CT-7567 and CC-1010 glanced at each other simultaneosly. CC-1010 looked puzzled, mirroring CT-7567’s expression.

CT-7567 tried to collect his thoughts. ”You- we- we did all this, and now- sleep?” CT-7567 got up and dusted his pants, ”I thought that we’d-”

”You’re both tired, no? If you feel like it we can train or do math-”

”No thank you”, CT-7567 cut him off, and noticed a smile spreading on CC-1010’s lips. CT-7567 raised his eyebrows at him, and prided himself in getting someone to smile. Usually he wasn’t a fun or nice person to be around, but CC-1010 smiled at him, without having to tell him a single word.

It made CT-7567 feel a little less alone, so he offered his hand for CC-1010 to grab, and he did, shortly, before dusting his pants and getting in line with CT-7567 in front of Alpha.

”I’m proud of you two. I know it was just a few minutes in a closed space but- this is the first step into unlearning your mindset towards stimming. It feels good, doesn’t it? I saw how you both easened up, relaxed.”

CT-7567 chest bubbled with joy and an odd feeling of sadness. Finally, someone was proud of him for who he was, and was happy he had a way to relax himself. CT-7567 bit his cheeks to stop himself from getting emotional. The more you cry the more it hurts, the trainers’ voices echoed in his ears.

He glanced at CC-1010, who was looking at him, and he shrugged. CC-1010 copied him and opened his mouth for the first time.

”Yes. It felt nice.” CC-1010’s voice was so strained and quiet that CT-7567 wondered if he used it at all. CT-7567 nodded to his words in complete agreement, thinking it was even more than nice.

It was freeing.

”This room is for you two. I’ll make sure that you have your space and peace, so that you can do whatever, whenever, when you’re feeling stressed or overwhelmed, or just want to be alone. You can also meet up here, if you ever need to, OK? This is for you two, only. I promise.”

CT-7567 glanced at CC-1010 and nodded, and CC-1010 took a deep breath and nodded back with a small smile. CT-7567 tried to reciprocate his clear message of amicability, but could only lift his eyebrows.

”Just us?”, CT-7567 frowned at Alpha to forget his bad attempt at smiling.

”Just you.”

CT-7567 looked around the empty room and felt distraught by it’s emptiness and complete isolation. He didn’t like being alone in it, not even with Alpha, and he didn’t know CC-1010 well enough to feel completely comfortable.

”Will we- will we be- could-”, CT-7567 started, trying to find his words. ”Could- Cody-”

”If you want to, you can ask someone to come with you. Mainly I meant this as a… secret lair of sorts, so that the Longnecks won’t find out what you’re doing. The trainers too. So, try to keep it lowkey, OK?”

”Okay”, CT-7567 said, next to him CC-1010 nodded. Alpha smiled as he turned around. ”Come on. I’ll take you to bed. And- remember, keep this a secret, OK? If a non-brother asks, you’re here to receive extra training. Understood?”

”Okay”, CT-7567 and CC-1010 said in perfect sync.

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weyrwolfen · 1 month

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Clocking Time - Star Wars: The Clone Wars One-Shot

Rating: T

Characters: Commander Fox, Chancellor Palpatine

Warnings: Sheev being Sheev, but nothing particularly graphic is portrayed

Summary: Coruscant wasn’t the same as Kamino. Commander Fox needed to retrain his instincts.

“Commander, we have a few minutes between meetings,” the Chancellor said, shuffling through the datapads spread on his expansive desk. “I believe you mentioned a proposal you wished to make to me, regarding the Guard?”

Fox, from his unobtrusive position in against the office’s curving wall, breathed, steeling himself for this conversation.

He owed his men this. He had to at least try.

“Sir, it has to do with a personnel issue, and maximizing the efficiency of the troopers assigned to Coruscant,” Fox said, shoulders squared, hands clasped behind his back. Perfect.

The Chancellor looked up from his datapad, and there was something cold and dangerous in his eyes. Fox’s heart rate picked up, adrenaline surging. This was… this was a mistake. This was…

But then the Chancellor smiled so gently that Fox berated himself for his immediate, illogical reaction. Three months into this posting and his instincts, which previously had served him so well, were still flinching at shadows. He was better than this.

“Of course, Commander,” the Chancellor said, folding his hands in front of him on his desk, a signal that he was giving Fox his full attention. That was… That was good. “Tell me what is on your mind.”

Fox owed his men. He’d prepared for this. Meticulously.

“Three Guardsmen suffered permanently disabling injuries in yesterday’s speeder bombing,” Fox started, voice as coolly professional and emotionless as if he was discussing a theoretical situation, a logic puzzle presented in an exam. Not Sift’s mangled eyes, or Red’s severed legs, or Amber’s crushed spine. Bacta was a miracle treatment, but even it could only heal so much. Fox breathed, holding his composure under rigid control, and continued. “I am requesting that they be reassigned to the Guard’s communications hub, to free up able-bodied troopers for more physically demanding assignments.”

The Chancellor looked up at Fox, eyebrows furrowing slightly over flat, empty eyes, his expression concerned. “That seems reasonable enough,” he said, the barest hint of confusion entering his tone. “Is there a problem with such a transfer of which I am unaware?”

“Yes, Sir,” Fox said evenly. His breath was even, perfectly controlled, even while something in the back of his head screamed a warning. This was the Chancellor of the Republic, he held the lives of trillions of sentients in his hands, and Fox was wasting his time. For three clones who were no longer able to do their duties.

Fox owed them. He was their Commander. He owed them this attempt, even if it failed. Even if he suffered for it.

“Current protocol states that they should be returned to Kamino for processing, and replacements sent from the most recent cohort of mature clones,” Fox replied, dragging his eyes away from the kindly, patient – calculating, predatory – expression on the Chancellor’s face and instead focused on the cityscape sprawled beyond the office’s expansive windows. It was safe enough; with his helmet on the Chancellor wouldn’t be able to tell. The sprawling vista was as beautiful as it was daunting. Fox breathed. “However, these replacements would require significant training to be brought up to speed on the specifics of serving on the Coruscant Guard. Retaining the three injured troopers in a support capacity, and adjusting the Guard’s protocols in the event of similar situations in the future, would prevent these temporary decreases in unit readiness.”

Arguing with the Kaminoans was generally a losing proposition, but if you had to, it was possible to sway them with cold logic and brutal pragmatism. And Fox had been very good at speaking to them in a language they understood and respected. He’d been the best at it, at maneuvering them, at making it look like they had reached the conclusions he’d wanted on their own.

But that had been back on Kamino.

Coruscant was different. He was still learning its rules.

The Chancellor shifted in his ornate chair, drawing Fox’s eye back to the man’s face.

There was understanding there, compassion in the set of his mouth, the worried arch of his eyebrows. But his eyes, his eyes…

“And you care for them,” the Chancellor said with a small smile. Gentle. Understanding.

A trap.

Don’t mention love. Love wasn’t efficient, but ‘care’ could be twisted so that it aligned with the Kaminoans’ ledgers.

“I am their Commander,” Fox replied evenly. “It is my duty to care for the troopers under my command.”

It was the correct response, the only acceptable one, but there would be a cost. The Kaminoans always exacted a cost, so Fox was sure the Chancellor would too. But Fox would pay it. For his men.

“It seems a terrible injustice, to send these troopers away, especially for injuries they sustained in defense of the Senate,” the Chancellor said with a slightly wider smile, enough to convey a sense of real warmth and care.

A bead of sweat trickled down Fox’s back, between his shoulder blades.

“I am sure that you are more than able to make the proper arrangements,” the Chancellor said with an air of finality. “I leave it in your capable hands.”

That… was it? Fox had prepared more arguments. He had numbers. Statistics. Counteroffers.

“Thank you, Sir,” Fox said, because if you ever managed to win something off of the Kaminoans, you learned not to press your luck further.

“Now, I believe that my 2:30 from the regulatory oversight committee should be waiting,” the Chancellor said, clearly moving on to the next task on his schedule. “Please see them in.”

Fox moved to comply, smothering down his shaky relief so that it would not affect his performance. He was expected to perform perfectly, and so he would. He needed to be perfect, in the eyes of his owners. It was important.

But the Chancellor interrupted his progress, just as Fox was reaching for the door panel. “Oh, and Commander?” he said, voice smooth.

The hairs on the back of Fox’s neck prickled.

He turned to address the Chancellor, shoulders squared. Above reproach. Perfect. “Yes, Sir?”

“Execute Order Twenty-Three.”

Fox passed along the good news to the Guard’s CMO. Fox would check in with Sift, Red, and Amber in the morning. They were all recovering and needed all the sleep they could get. And besides, Fox needed to catch up on the day’s flimsiwork. Guard duty in the Chancellor’s office tended to make for an easy, often boring shift, but the messages and forms tended to pile up in his absence.

The shift had been uneventful, just a steady stream of politicians and lobbyists, business representatives and aides from interest groups. The report Fox would file with the Chancellor’s office would be deadly dull for all its meticulous detail. He did not envy whichever functionary was tasked with tracking and filing such things.

Coruscant might not be the posting he’d wanted, the one he’d envisioned for himself, but he would perform his duties as assigned, to the level of quality the Kaminoans had required. There was some pride to take in that.

Fox’s own secondhand desk was much smaller than the Chancellor’s, but he suspected that his chair was more comfortable. It had already been old and worn down when he’d arrived on Coruscant, but the chair was thickly cushioned, which was an almost decadent indulgence, after the hard planes and harsh angles of Kamino. Fox sat in the creaking chair, oddly sore and stiff for physically having done so little this shift. He tugged off his helmet and set it aside, reaching for the nearest datapad.

There was a whole new stack of datapads waiting on Fox’s desk, when he’d arrived fresh from talking to his men in the medbay the next morning, cup of dubious-smelling caff in hand. It looked like more of the usual, except for one file which had been flagged as medium priority. Apparently a junior aide from the regulatory oversight committee had not checked into his suite the previous night. The chair of that committee, a mid-Rim senator Fox had never met, had grown concerned enough to file a missing persons report.

Fox was certain he’d never met any of the sentients involved, but something about the file made him pause. Something familiar.

He shook off the odd tension which was gathering in his shoulders and forwarded the file to the correct department, moving on to the next report.

AN: I sat down to work on Eidola last night and instead my brain decided to cough up this.

#star wars fanfic #tcw fanfic #clone wars fanfic #the clone wars fanfic #star wars the clone wars fanfic #commander fox #Fox is playing 3d chess on the wrong board #cc 1010 #coruscant guard

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hyperfixated-fan · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Riyo Chuchi/CC-1010 | Fox Characters: Riyo Chuchi, CC-1010 | Fox, CT-7567 | Rex, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Force Sensitivity (Star Wars), Foxiyo Week 2023, Commander Fox is Riyo’s clone commander, would be a shame if a wrinkly old prune ruined that, Rebels era, Public Execution, Clone Troopers Deserve Better (Star Wars), clone rights activist Riyo, Mentioned CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CC-1010 | Fox Needs A Hug Summary:

[Foxiyo Week 2023 oneshots] No matter the time or place Fox and Riyo belong together.

@foxiyoweek

#foxiyoweek2023 #foxiyo week 2023 #foxiyo #riyo chuchi #commander fox #cc 1010 #sw tcw fanfic #sw tcw #tcw #star wars #the clone wars #so proud to be able to participate #fic rec #fic recommendation #fox x riyo

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bingereading · 3 months

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For me, this is a 10/10. 10/10 plotline, 10/10 writing, 10/10 grammar. I could go on.

As a sucker for both crack fics and Serious Feelings Time, this fic has been one of my favorites for quite some time. It manages to stay fairly consistently lighthearted and also touch on serious topics.

Despite any touches on serious topics, it's a well-written, lighthearted, fun times fic where we get to read Fox sticking it to the senate with the sheer undiluted power of his chest. Life is good.

#fanfic #fanfic review #star wars #cc 1010 #the clone wars #clone wars fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfiction review #commander fox #sw clone wars #Rating: 10/10

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white-nights1337 · 2 months

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Chapter 11 of my fic The Lie is now posted to AO3!

(the fic really needs a new title so I'm taking suggestions 😅)

Some out-of-context spoilers:

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #sw tcw #tcw fanfic #the clone wars #foxiyo #riyo chuchi #commander fox #cc 1010 #clone wars fanfiction

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sun-roach · 11 months

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He had felt it. The bone crushing agony, the heart aching grief, the nerve wrecking fear and anxiety.

At first Fox didn’t know the roots of these feelings. He was working on his flimsi work in his office when suddenly his chest tightened painfully, with a migraine blooming in his head. The pain caused him to drop the data pad he was holding in his hand and made him gasp.

Panic started to gnaw on his stiff and frozen yet sweaty body.

His first thought was the Chancellor.

Had he done a mistake? Was he punishing him? Was he just going to have his sick fun with him again?

The commander forced himself to breathe, forced his mental shields up.

He had to analyze his surrounding. The chancellor wasn’t there. Although there still was Palpatine's cold darkness looming around, it wasn’t as strong as it had been at his last punishment.

The chancellor wasn’t there. It wasn’t him inflicting the pain. It was someone else. Or rather someone else’s pain. Someone tightly bound to him.

The realization sent a shiver down his spine.

Wolffe.

Something had happened to his twin. Something very awful. He had never felt Wolffe so strong trough their bond. Never had the bond effect him physically.

Fox gasped again after trying to reach his brother. There was no response.

No matter how often he had tried to reach his brother, no matter how often he had went to his barracks to meet, he had never gotten a response.

Only the report on Wolffe’s mission, which he received a couple of days later, brought insight to what had happened.

It made his guts twist.

Wolffe had lost his pack. Wolffe, who had always talked and joked so fondly about them. He had lost them.

The day where Fox was finally able to see his twin, was when the older one was about to leave again. He had almost not recognized him since the color of his armor wasn’t red anymore, but instead light blue.

Something about it made him a little upset, but at the same time he understood. Wolffe wanted to honor his lost pack. It was a respectable choice. One he would have chosen himself.

They were only able to exchange a few words, words that didn’t sit well with Fox. Words about the Coruscant Guard, about their easy work and life. Sarcastic, indirect insults. He let it slide, knowing that Wolffe was still grieving, still upset.

Wolffe didn’t know any better. He didn’t know about the true identity of the oh so beloved chancellor. Didn’t know what the Senators were capable of doing with them. Didn’t know how threats and punishments could even take a man like Fox himself on a tight leash.

And Fox wanted him to leave without that knowledge.

The bond was awfully quiet for quite some time. Neither of them tried to reach for one another. Not after their one sided fight.

The recent events on coruscant didn’t help at all, keeping Fox mostly away from his batch. His batch, who started to slip away trough his fingers.

Some part of him told him that it was for the best, but the other part was hurt, frustrated and irritated.

Knowing them alive at least comforted him in his growing darkness.

Fox was going to leave his office, when suddenly pain stroke him down to his knees. His whole body was shivering, his trembling hands moved towards his right eye. Why was it hurting?

The commanders chest was rising heavily, his breath hitching. No sound escaped him. He had learned to be quiet. Had to. For the sake of his vode.

It took him a few minutes of nothing else happening, until he realized that he himself was alright. The chancellor wasn’t there. He was alone in his office. And the pain?

Wolffe.

Wolffe

Fox forced his eyes shut, as he tried to focus on his bond. Wolffe’s pain was flooding him. Underneath this pain was fear. A fear the younger twin knew all to well. Fear for his own life. Fear for his vode's lives.

Once he knew the cause of the pain, it was easier for him to breathe. He had to help his twin. Him panicking wouldn’t do that at all.

He sent soothing, reassuring words trough the bond, filling it with warmth.

Fox could feel his brother latch onto it, fighting against the pain, fighting to stay conscious.

In vain.

Now three rotations later he stays in a medbay watching his twin sleep. Wolffe’s breath is steady, his heart beating quietly to a rhythm Fox knows very well. A rhythm that always manages to calm him.

He doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t move. He only watches over his brother, like Wolffe had done so protectively back on Kamino.

Despite his exhaustion and tiredness he waits. He was never thankful for Thorn taking over one of his shifts. This time though he is. He will always be in his debt.

Fox looks up. He doesn’t scoff or snort. He keeps quiet while looking at Wolffe’s bandaged eye. The younger commander only dares to raise a brow.

Fox follows orders. He sits down next to Wolffe, who shuffles a little to the side.

<Fox'ika.>

Warmth, concern, apologies. Wolffe shouldn’t be the comforting one right now.

Shaking his head, Fox wraps his arms around his brother’s shoulders and leans his head against Wolffe’s.

The young commander makes sure to cut the bitter, poisonous tone out of his voice. It wasn’t a lie. Nor the complete truth. Wolffe doesn’t have to know anything of it.

Silence settles between them for a while, silence that Wolffe soon breaks again.

Fox presses his lips together and quietly nods, embracing his brothers mind with warmth.

It’s for the best.

They shouldn’t know.

They can’t know.

<I’m always with you, Wolffe.>

It will be a lie.

Soon the rest of the batch arrives immediately hurrying towards Wolffe, completely ignoring Fox.

He knows he shouldn’t take it personally. They are worried and Wolffe deserves all the love he can get right now. Still he feels left behind, forgotten, alone.

While his batch is surrounded by light, he can hear the darkness whisper and hug him from behind.

Fox closes his eyes before quietly sneaking out. He shouldn’t interrupt them. Shouldn’t disturb them.

All that’s important is them being alive. He doesn’t need more.

It’s the first time he breaks his word to his twin. And it won’t be his last time.

Ni ceta. Ori'vod. Ni ceta.

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