Erin Deadwood

Prompts:

Mistake

Change

Splintered

At what cost?

Alone

Betrayal

Aimless

Tormented

Longing

Drowning

Traitor

“I didn’t ask for this.”

Pretending

Morally Grey

Internal Battle

Hell of Their Own Making

“Just go”

Burning

Impossible Choice

Conflict

Bravery

Voice Breaking

Shattered Reality

Something Rare

Exploited Weakness

Sinners and Saints

Vices

Confession

Rain

Bittersweet

Alt Prompts:

Broken Promises

Brokenhearted

One of those days

Too soft for all of it

Religion

Gone

Nightmares

Against Their Will

Not Enough

Flinch

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Ahsoka was already counting the hours until her shift ended. The place was packed, as usual. Orders for cinnamon lattes, spiced caramel espressos, and other festive drinks from the extensive holiday menu were never ending right now. It was the day before Christmas Eve, and the rush had come early, all those last-minute shoppers crowding in for their seasonal fix.

They were beyond short-handed. Everyone but Ahsoka and Rex had called in sick. Not that they had much of a choice, given the state of the schedule, but it was quickly spiraling into chaos.

Ahsoka wiped down the counter again, half-watching the line that seemed to never end. Rex was across the room, taking another order. He’d been working at the coffee shop for what felt like forever, even though he was in college, ROTC, and had big plans to join the military as an officer once he graduated. Ahsoka, fresh out of high school, had taken the job because she needed the cash, she was tired of living with Anakin and Padmé, and while she loved her brother, being the third wheel was a strain on her sanity, and her noise cancelling headphones. 

She needed to get her own place, but it meant surviving shifts like this.

“Gingerbread frappuccino, eggnog latte, candy cane hot chocolate, extra whip, drizzle of extra caramel for Lisa,” Ahsoka called out. She grabbed the cups, and handed them and the drink carrier to the customer with another forced smile.

“You good?” Rex asked as he wiped his hands on his apron, glancing at her. 

“I’m surviving,” she said, shaking her head. “But I swear, if Krell schedules another shift like this, I might just snap.”

Rex snorted. “Same here. I think he’s trying to break us, one shift at a time.”

Ahsoka narrowed her eyes. "If Santa doesn't put him on the naughty list this year, I'm going to have some serious questions." She said, trying to be light about the whole thing.

Rex grabbed another order ticket and stuck it to a cup, tapping the sticky tape on the cup to make sure it held.   “Maybe we’ll get lucky. We could get a few days off after the holidays.”

Ahsoka raised an eyebrow. "You do dream big, don’t you?"

She watched him for a moment, his brow furrowing as he worked the espresso machine. His arm muscles flexed under his uniform shirt as he reached for a new milk steamer. Ahsoka couldn’t help but let her mind wander for just a second before snapping herself back to reality. She was so tired, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander a bit.

“Well, don’t hold your breath. Krell doesn’t do ‘holidays,’” she sighed.  Krell was the bane of their existence. Their manager had it out for Rex, and Ahsoka had watched his twisted power plays too many times. Rex just took it, he always did. He said it was better than the others getting it, or getting fired, but Ahsoka wasn’t so sure.

It was as if they were in sync, both so used to the constant motion, the endless orders that they made a fantastic team.  And maybe something about the way Rex looked at her, made everything seem a little more bearable.

As they got more and more orders out to the customers, Ahsoka’s mind wandered to the email they’d sent to corporate.

It had started innocently enough, Rex noticing a few discrepancies in the books, small things that didn’t seem to add up. Rex was a man of details, and it just didn’t sit right with him. He hadn’t really gone snooping, they’d had to deal with an inquiry from corporate and as usual, Krell was nowhere to be found, unreachable for the millionth time. So, they decided to dig a little deeper.

It had turned into late nights at the coffee shop, scrolling through files and reports. Week after week, they spent evenings after their shifts sifting through things, trying to make sense of accounts, looking for something, anything, that might explain what was wrong. 

At some point, they’d started to go for beers after, just to unwind.  At one point he’d invited her over to his place and they ordered take out.  One night, the distance between them finally disappeared and turned into something else entirely. A few casual kisses turned into nights or mornings when Ahsoka would drag herself home smelling like Rex’s cologne and the feel of his kisses and hands on her skin.

They’d put their findings together and sent it off to corporate a week ago, hoping something would come of it.   There was a lot of money disappearing and they’d dug as far as they could go.  As the days passed, Ahsoka was feeling less and less optimistic. It was the waiting that gnawed at Ahsoka the most. There was a sinking feeling in her chest that told her, despite their best efforts, nothing would change.  There was nothing to do now but to wait and keep working.

Sometime later in the shift, one of Rex’s brothers, Fox strolled into the coffee shop, looking deceptively relaxed in his suit, hands in his pockets.  The suit said a lot, he was working then.

"Ordering coffee?" Rex asked suspiciously. "Please tell me this isn’t a work order."  If it was a work order, they were talking at least 20 different drinks for his entire division.

Fox’s smile was more knowing than Rex liked, a hint of something dangerous in it. 

Fox leaned against the counter, crossing his arms casually. "Just a small coffee, black.”

Rex’s eyebrows furrowed, and he glanced up from the drink he was working on. “Why are you here exactly?"

Fox’s grin widened just a little, like he enjoyed keeping Rex on edge. "Giving you a heads up.  Call it a courtesy.  Would like that cup of coffee before I shut you down though."

Rex’s throat tightened. He set the cup down on the counter. "Wait, what?" His mind raced as he shot a quick look over to Ahsoka, who had caught the last bit of the conversation and was now looking curiously at Fox.

“Do I need to call my boss?”  Rex asked.

Fox kept that easy smile  "Krell? Well... he’s been arrested. And you didn’t hear it from me."

Rex froze. "Arrested?"

Fox gave a little shrug, “Money laundering, embezzlement.  There’s a whole list of charges.  Won’t bore you with the details but I’m going to need to have you finish up.”  He nodded toward the door where two of his uniformed officers flipped the sign to closed.

Twenty minutes later, he and Ahsoka were out of there, turning everything over to Fox and his team.  Rex finally exhaled. "Looks like we’re free for the day," he said, untying his apron.

Ahsoka’s lips twitched into a smile as she walked beside him toward his car. "Looks like we finally got that break, even if we are out of a job."

“Is it bad that I don’t even care right now?”

“Same.” Ahsoka laughed.

“Guess you got your wish didn’t you?  Can’t imagine sitting in jail lands someone on any good lists.”  Rex chuckled.

Ahsoka had to laugh at that.

Rex looked at her as they stopped at his car. "You want to go back to my place?" He said it nonchalantly, like it was no big deal, but the look on his face definitely said it was.