Rex had no idea what the future would bring. (But, somehow, he hoped Ahsoka would always be a part of it.)
Rex received other visitors, although it was hard for him to stay awake for the visits. The fatigue persisted. If he wasn’t so exhausted, he likely would have worried he'd broken his body permanently.
The constant in his life used to be his duty. But, now the pace was completely different. He was here in this room and ordered to do nothing but rest. He was both surprised and not surprised by how much Ahsoka was willing to stay with him.
At night, she slept curled up in the chair by his bedside, a strangely intimate act. Although for the few minutes he did wake up at night, he wished she could be even closer. He founded himself just watching her sleep.
For all the death and destruction he’d seen in his short lifetime, watching Ahsoka breathe deeply as she slept seemed to soothe something deep inside of him. He tried to memorize all of it, knowing these moments were fleeting.
He’d be back out on the battlefield soon enough. Presumably. If he could ever manage to stand up again.
Ahsoka left during the day. He assumed this was to do her normal Jedi things. He didn’t ask. This was when Rex generally received a parade of visitors. He hoped none of his men took it personally when he fell asleep mid-conversation.
Kix came by two or three times a day to check on him, usually helped along by another trooper. More often than not, that trooper was Jesse.
Rex would pick up the pad containing Rex’s medical chart and study it intently.
Jesse met Rex’s eyes. “He’s not actually back on duty yet,” he gestured toward Kix.
“I’ve certified myself as being cleared to work half days,” Kix clarified.
Jesse rolled his eyes. “He’s still on leave until his leg heals. Don’t listen to him.”
Kix huffed and gingerly stretched out his leg. “I’m healing much faster now thanks to Mira.”
“Right, Mira.” Jesse folded his arms across his chest. “If you ask me, Kix is a bit too fond of his Jedi healer.” He leaned in toward Rex. “I’m a bit worried I’m going to lose him to the Jedi Healer Corps. He’s just going to run off and join their lot.”
“I’m not going to join the Jedi,” Kix grumbled, but then he and Jesse looked pointedly at Rex.
“What?” Rex asked, although he had a good idea what Kix and Jesse were implying.
Jesse leaned in. “We heard General Yoda came all this way because of you.”
“That’s on him,” Rex responded, trying to suppress a yawn. “Probably just wanted to investigate this whole Krell business.”
“I’m sure that’s why he’s here,” Jesse agreed. “But, I think he’s a lot more interested in you than the dead traitor chilling in two pieces in the morgue.” He gave Rex a significant look. “Everyone is still talking about it. The fight. What you did.”
“Alright, Jess, that’s enough,” Kix used the arms of the chair to push himself to his feet. He was getting into full-on defensive medic mode now. He grabbed Rex’s barely touched food tray and shoved it in Jesse’s hands. “He didn’t like this. Find himself something else.”
Rex wanted to object. It wasn’t the food. He just had no appetite. But, Jesse had already left, leaving him alone with Kix.
“Sorry about that,” Kix said. “He means well.” The medic carefully eased himself back into the chair, not quite able to suppress a groan as he settled down.
“You alright?” Rex asked.
Kix laughed. “Says the person nearly sliced in half by Krell. Yeah, I’m fine. I’m healing. Just have a lot of broken bones, like most of the boys do after being tossed into a wall by Krell. Shatter injuries and whatnot. They take a while to heal.” He held up Rex’s chart on the datapad. “Hey, you get some of these numbers up, and maybe we can try standing up, yeah?”
Rex’s interest piqued, although in truth, he barely felt strong enough to even lift his head. “We could try it now.”
Kix lifted up an eyebrow. “According to these readings, you have a ways to go, Rex. Sorry.”
Rex sighed deeply. One stupid lightsaber battle, and suddenly he was weak as a newborn tooka.
Kix patted him on his good shoulder. “I’ll be by again later. Get some rest, alright?”
Rest was all he did. But, it didn’t seem to be doing much good.
Jesse did leave him another tray, but he ignored that one, too. He didn’t even look at the food.
Fives came in, accompanied by his healer, Mélé. He was in a fine mood, and it was a pleasure to just listen to him go on. “Mélé designed a custom therapy just for me. Something I’d find both interesting and challenge. So, I’m working with Feeeeeek and the boys to rewire an entire repo of deactivated B1s in the east wing. Mélé comes by all the time to check on me and lend a hand.” He shot her another fond look.
Mélé chose to look straight ahead, although there was a slight flush to her cheeks. “Lieutenant Fives is making excellent progress. I discovered he recovers best when he is… enthusiastic about the task at hand.”
Rex chose that to mean the reconstruction of the droids and did not read any deeper into it.
“Hey, are you going to eat that?” he pointed to Rex’s food tray.
Rex shook his head, and Fives left with the food tray in hand, already popping bites of food in his mouth. Rex missed the days when he had a typical clone appetite, always hungry. Yet another thing he seemed to have lost after the fight with Krell.
Echo came by daily to give him reports on the men. Repairs to the hangar were nearly complete from the battle with Krell, and morale among the men was excellent. “It helps a lot that the Jedi are here,” he admitted. “General Offee and her crew are going out of their way to make things better for us. General Yoda brought additional crew for the control center.” His brow furrowed. “I was told to take an afternoon off.” He looked at Rex puzzled. “What does one do on an afternoon off?”
Rex gave him a fond smile. “In your case, probably read a manual.” He yawned hugely. “For me, all I seem to do these days is sleep.”
Kix came by again later, as promised, this time helped along by his Jedi healer. Jesse was right. He did seem impressed by his Jedi healer, and Kix was not an easy one to impress.
He fell asleep at some point during the conversation, and when he woke up again Ahsoka had returned.
“Good day?” she asked him.
“A lot of visitors,” he admitted, poking at the latest tray of food Jesse had brought by. He gave up and pushed his small table aside. “Where did all these Jedi healers come from? I thought all the Jedi were deployed on the front lines?”
"Many of them came from the AgriCorps," Ahsoka explained, taking interest in his tray. "It was the only place Barriss could find that many available healers not involved in the war already." She took a bite of something, looked thoughtful, and then handed another piece of it to Rex. He shook his head.
"Botanists?" Rex questioned, more interested in the conversation than the food.
It did explain why many of them had that healthy glow of spending a good deal of time outdoors.
"In a way." Ahsoka set the food aside and made herself comfortable in her favorite chair. "There are four branches to the Service Corps of the Jedi Order. I won't go into too much detail because you'll fall asleep on me before I get through it all."
Rex huffed lightly at her dry humor and her subtle jab at his inability to stay awake. He enjoyed her teasing. He'd missed it. It made him feel whole again. "How does a Jedi end up in the Service Corps rather than..." He made a vague gesture toward Ahsoka with his uninjured hand. "Like you. Assigned at a very early age to the front lines to serve alongside Anakin Skywalker."
"They fail their Trials," Ahsoka said simply. “And, I was fourteen when I was assigned at Christophsis. Four years older than you.” She folded her arms across her chest. “I was more than old enough to be a commander.”
“You weren’t even as tall as my elbow-” started Rex.
“Not true! I’m sure I came up at least as tall as your shoulder. I was ready to lead-”
"There's more ways for a Jedi to help people than by leading an army." Barriss' voice from the doorway startled both of them.
Rex had vague memories of Barriss coming to check on him, but he’d been barely conscious through most of her checks. Mostly, he remembered her from when they’d fought together at the Battle of Kaz’haria.
She seemed different now, radiating a new sense of confidence, calm, and contentment that had not been there in the Barriss of old.
She came in and placed her hands above Rex's injured shoulder, not speaking for a moment, doing that human scanner thing that Jedi were so good at doing.
Her face revealed nothing. She moved on to his chest, and then the foot Krell had stomped.
"How do you feel about your progress, Captain?"
"Slow," Rex admitted, somehow willing to be honest in the presence of Barriss, "normally I'm a fast healer. I can’t seem to shake this fatigue. Kix said my numbers are so low I can’t stand up.”
Barriss huffed with amusement. “Yes, Kix can’t seem to stop working.” She sounded more amused than annoyed by this fact, and Rex was very grateful for her tolerance of his medic's ways.
She closed her eyes, focusing, as she continued her scan.
Rex watched her intently, waiting for her prognosis.
"Mmmm." Barriss regarded him with her calm gaze, and Rex always felt like she was seeing more than she let on. She studied Ahsoka, who met her gaze steadily "Let's try something new. Nighttimes. Your door is closed. Twenty hundred hours to oh-eight hundred. No visits from healers. You seem to have others who…" She paused, meet Ahsoka’s gaze again, choosing her words carefully, “...watch over you."
Ahsoka and Rex exchanged a surprised glance after she left.
"I'll be right back." Ahsoka left, returning a few minutes later with a bundle in her arms.
At 2200, she closed the door to the corridor, and disappeared into his attached refresher. It suddenly felt very intimate in the room.
He could hear her showering, which did all manner of things to his imagination. She emerged in a night garment, closing the door at exactly 20:00 with a wave of her hand.
"Bedtime. Healer's orders." She dimmed the lights and lifted up his sheets. "Do you mind sharing?"
Rex smiled broadly. He scooted himself over as best he could with his limited mobility and lifted up his good arm.
Ahsoka slid in and rested her head against his chest with a sigh.
"Let me know if I press on anything uncomfortable." Ahsoka's voice was already sleepy.
Rex huffed with humor. "Uhhh…. right." He leaned his head down so it was resting on top of her montrals and was asleep within seconds.
It was his best night’s sleep since being assigned to Krell.
Neither of them stirred until Barriss came in shortly before 0800 with a pot of caf and three cups. “Feeling better?” she asked, pouring them each a cup.
Rex blinked at her blearily. Ahsoka and Barriss helped him set up and he took a long dreg of the caf with a satisfied sigh. He did a quick self-analysis. "I do feel stronger." He flexed his limbs, as best he could with his injuries. Everything that he could move was more responsive now. He looked at Barriss, puzzled. "Why did that work? How did you know?"
"Co-sleeping has all manner of benefits." She settled into the chair and refreshed her cup of caf. "I've been using it with Cody."
Rex’s choked on his caf, and then took another sip, more slowly. “With… Cody,” he repeated trying to suppress a grin.
“He, too, suffered from Force exhaustion, although we didn’t pick up on it, at first, as it was masked by his other injuries. He’s recovering much more quickly now.” Barriss sounded very pleased to give this prognosis.
The door was still closed and Rex realized they could speak openly. "Eh, thank you for thinking of it… as a therapy… for me, as well.”
Ahsoka was sitting cross-legged now, next to him, a very Jedi pose. Yawning and sipping her caf.
"We will continue this arrangement." Barriss drained her cup and rose, proceeding to do her usual scanning motion of Rex. “I may need to write a paper about this form of healing.”
“Not naming the participants, of course,” Barriss clarified. She tapped his medical datapad. “For now, the orders in your records are very clear. You are not to be disturbed at night.”
For the first time, Rex was suddenly in no great hurry to be released from the medical wing. For the first time, he was willing to let recovery take its course.
"Thank you," he repeated again, at a loss for anything else to say.
Barriss nodded and rose. "Ahsoka." Her voice had a certain tone to it.
"Understood." Ahsoka rose, grabbed her bundle of clothes and headed off to the refresher.
Barriss continued her examination, taking notes on Rex’s file.
When Ahsoka emerged, Barriss pointed to a cabinet. "You can store your things there. As far as I'm concerned, you are part of the captain's recovery plan." She turned back to Rex. “Congratulations, Captain. You are significantly improved.”
With that, she retrieved their caf cups and left the room, leaving the door open this time.
Rex grinned. “I like this new therapy.”
Ahsoka grinned back. "The Force works in mysterious ways." Her smile disappeared. “I have to head up to the Resolute today. I trust the boys will keep you plenty busy.”
“Always, but anything I should be concerned about?”
“Maybe.” She glanced out the door to see if anyone was passing by. The coast was clear. She leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “We’ll talk about it this evening.”
Kix came limped in on his own an hour, moving slowly and carefully. He checked the numbers on Rex’s chart. “Whoa. This is the biggest improvement to date. What did you do?”
“Eh…” Rex didn’t want to go into details on his co-sleeping arrangements with Ahsoka. “Healer Barriss suggested closing the door so I could get better sleep. It worked. I slept a lot more deeply.”
“Let’s give it another day, but tomorrow let’s get you up standing. This is the biggest gain you’ve had since you arrived here.” He patted Rex on his uninjured shoulder. “Well done.”
Rex wasn’t sure he’d actually done anything, other than hold Ahsoka all night long and have some of the best sleep he could remember. “Uh…. thanks.”
He was eager for Ahsoka to return and curious about what might be happening on the Resolute. With the return of some of his energy, he was eager now to be of use.
His appetite had also returned. Jesse came by a few minutes later, carrying a breakfast tray with an assortment of items. “I thought maybe if I brought you a little bit of everything, something might pique your interest.”
“That looks good, actually,” Rex said, surprising both Kix and Jesse. He made quick work of the food on the tray. As he finished the last breakfast fritter, he asked: “Did the Jedi bring this food? It tastes very different from what we usually get.”
Kix nodded. “The healers brought in many crates of it, and then General Yoda brought in even more. We’re well stocked now. And, all of it is loads better than our usual fare.”
Huh. It just took having a homicidal General for them to actually get us decent rations. Rex swallowed down the thought, not wanting to ruin the moment with his brothers.
“I don’t think Healer Barriss will mind if I make some notes in your file,” he typed away, looking very pleased to be doing medic things again. “Appetite has returned…” he muttered, and continued typing.
Jesse looked at Rex and then at Kix, his face shifting to something very different when he looked at Kix.
When Ahsoka returned in the evening, she looked tired. “What happened?” Rex asked immediately. Without even thinking about it, he made a casual gesture with one hand, and the door swished shut.
Ahsoka raised up an eyebrow, but said nothing, settling into her chair with a sigh. “Admiral Yularen still wants Appo to go through a formal trial because of defying his orders.”
“He saved all of our lives!” Rex balked. His dinner tray was sitting several feet away, empty, but it rattled slightly with his ire.
Ahsoka lifted another eyebrow.
Rex growled under his breath, outraged on behalf of Appo, thinking he often did not understand Yularen and how the man thought.
The rattling grew louder.
“Rex,” Ahsoka pressed a hand on his bare chest, “listen to me. Breathe deeply. You’re upset. But, I’m not sure you realize how easily you channel the Force now.”
“What?” Rex looked at her confused, not sure what that rattling noise was.
“It’s very important you get this under control or we’ll have Master Plo, Master Windu and Master Yoda all in here in another minute.”
Rex stared at her like she’d gone mad. She was not kidding. He closed his eyes, and focused on his breathing, just like she’d taught him back on the Resolute. It felt like years ago now. He felt a sense of calm flowing through him. The noise immediately ceased.
“That’s it. Very good.” Her hand lightly stroked his chest and now a whole host of new emotions started flowing through him. “You’ll need to learn to balance all of these emotions. I know both Master Plo and Master Yoda wish to help you with it. They were just waiting for you to regain your strength.”
Rex groaned. “I’m not looking forward to that…. The training part, I mean.” He put his hand on top of hers, brushing his fingertips across the back of her palm. “This new therapy from Barriss? I like that very much.”
Ahsoka smiled. “I’m going to get ready for bed, and then we can talk about Appo.”
Rex rolled his eyes. “Just what I want to talk about in bed. Appo.”
Ahsoka laughed. “Glad to see your sense of humor has returned. I’ll be right back.” She disappeared off into the refresher, and Rex tried to keep his imagination from going wild as he listened to her shower.
She returned, smelling of Republic-issue soap. It always smelled different on her, and somehow so much better than it did on his brothers.
“Tell me about Appo,” Rex asked, although he was already feeling sleepy.
“I've got it under control, Rex,” she assured him. “He asked me to represent him in his trial.”
Rex frowned. “He shouldn’t be going to trial at all.”
Ahsoka yawned hugely. “But, Yularen wants to make an example of him. He can be… intractable sometimes in following regulations.”
“But, Anakin- General Skywalker- he released Appo and the others from their cell,” Rex objected.
“He did,” Ahsoka agreed, “and, unfortunately, Anakin has returned back to the Core on some business. He wouldn’t say what. So, this is falling to me.” She leaned up on his chest. “If it’s alright with you, I want to forget about it until morning. Just enjoy this moment of being with you. I don’t want to think about Appo. Or, Anakin. Or Yularen.”
Fair enough. The last thing Rex wanted to think about when he had Ahsoka in bed with him was Admiral Yularen.
He tucked Ahsoka into a comfortable position on his chest, kissed her montrals and they both fell asleep quickly.
Ahsoka was gone when he woke up the next day. He was disappointed with himself that he hadn’t heard her wake up.
He considered trying to stand on his own and see if he could make it to the shower. But, Healer Barriss came in early to check on him. He could barely sit still for her exam. “You’re fidgety today,” Barriss observed.
“Ahsoka is up on the Resolute, overseeing a trial,” Rex said, hissing as Barriss pressed on his shoulder. He looked down. “That’s good, right? I could feel that?”
Barriss nodded. “Yes, your nerves are continuing to regenerate.” She poked and prodded his arm all the way down to the fingertips. “Still nothing below the elbow, though.”
“Will that come back?” He asked, getting terrible flashbacks of what had happened with his knee.
“Hard to say. Lightsaber wounds are very complex. With your strength returning, maybe we can get you more involved in the healing process.” Instead of binding his arm back to his chest, Barriss placed his arm in a simple sling. Rex sighed in relief from the greater comfort of it.
As soon as she left, Rex eyed the refresher again, wondering if he could safely walk that short distance.
Kix, Fives and Echo came in, wearing dress uniforms. “We’re going up to the Resolute for Appo’s trial.”
Rex threw his covers aside. “Not without me, you’re not.”
“We figured you’d say that,” Fives grinned. “Jesse is out trying to find more uniforms.” He tugged at his dress uniform. All of these were borrowed from the boys in the 104th.”
“While he does that, get me in the fresher. I don’t know when the last time I had more than a sponging off from a healer,” Rex griped.
“Lucky,” Fives muttered under his breath.
Standing up was harder than he expected, and he would’ve fallen if not for the support of his brothers.
“Is he ready for this?” Echo asked Kix.
“I am,” Rex insisted. “Besides, I have you three to get me there.”
“Make that four,” Jesse said, entering the room, holding up an extra dress uniform. “Sinker and Boost came through again. We owe those boys.”
A quick shower helped tremendously, although he probably wasn’t in the sonic for more than 30 seconds. He was very eager to get going.
As the only uninjured ones, Echo and Jesse helped him along. Echo slid an arm around his waist and Jesse firmly gripped his uninjured elbow.
“They are moving fast,” Fives muttered, monitoring the court room proceedings on his datapad, as they made their way up to the Resolute. “Yularen is saying this is an iron-clad case and they should go ahead and proceed to the sentencing.”
He quickly swiped screens and tapped out a message to Ahsoka.
FIVES TO AHSOKA: Stall. I am bringing another witness.
Inside the courtroom, Ahsoka interrupted Yularen mid-sentence. “Excuse me, Admiral, I wish to ask for a recess.”
Yularen’s face showed his annoyance. “This is highly irregular, Commander Tano.”
Ahsoka nodded. “Everything about this case is unusual, Admiral. Just twenty minutes, if you please.”
Yularen stared her down. “You have ten minutes, no more. We will take a short recess.”
He spun on his heel and exited the room.
AHSOKA TO FIVES: I could only get you ten minutes. This better be good. Yularen is good and angry now.
FIVES TO AHSOKA: It will be worth it. I promise.
The ten minutes passed by much too quickly. Ahsoka tried to reassure Appo, but she had no idea what Fives was working on. With Fives, it could be anything.
Yularen returned, giving Ahsoka a quelling look. “If there are no more interruptions, we will proceed with the plea and the sentencing. “Commander Appo, how do you plea-”
The door swished open and Rex and his four companions all came in as one clump of clone trooper. They hurried in and then pulled up short taking in the scene.
Rex stared at Yularen, then Appo, then Ahsoka.
He decided to take charge. “Not guilty, Admiral! The plea is not guilty!”
Ahsoka smiled. Rex had a knack for a dramatic entrance.
In the end, Appo’s charges were dismissed. Rex had risen to high-war hero status now, almost equivalent to that of General Kenobi and Skywalker. It would be very difficult at this point to oppose him and Yularen knew it.
With Rex vouching for Appo, he could not insist on the sentencing.
“I will have to insist on some form of punishment, though, you are hereby demoted to Captain, effective immediately.”
Rex gave Yularen a quelling look, but Appo held up a hand. “Accepted. Thank you, Admiral. And, I assure you, it will not happen again.”
“It better not, or there will be no eleventh-hour save next time,” he spun on his heel and left the conference room.
Ahsoka pressed a hand to Rex. “I’ll meet you back at the surface.” She departed the conference room.
Appo turned to Rex. “Thank you! I did not expect to see you here, Rex.”
“I’m sorry I could not save your title, Appo,” Rex clapped Appo on the shoulder. “You did a fine job on the bridge, and I will see if we can keep you there.”
“Actually, Commander Rex, if it’s alright with you, I would prefer to be back on the ground with the rest of you. What I realized in that moment when you were all almost wiped out is that I should be there. Even if it meant getting destroyed with all of you, my place was there. In the trenches. With the 501st.”
Rex and Appo locked eyes in understanding.
“I could use another Captain, especially one I could trust. Thank you, Appo. You’ll be a valuable addition to the ground forces. Why don’t you catch a ride with us back down to Anaxes. Echo will find you some quarters.”
Appo hooked a thumb over his shoulder at the direction in which the Admiral had departed. “Should I… inform Yularen?”
Rex smiled. “He’s already good and mad at us. Let’s just add it to the list.” He looked over at Fives. “Lieutenant, compose a note I can send to the Admiral informing him of Appo’s transfer effective immediately.”
He looked at Appo in his bridge officer’s uniform. “You want to wear that or change into some armor? We’re headed back to the surface.”
Appo grinned. “I’ll meet you at the hangar bay.”
“Make it twenty minutes,” Rex called after him Appo’s retreating back. “I could use a quick cup of caf.”
His energy was flagging, and he feared without caf he couldn’t even make the walk back to the shuttle.
He hadn’t counted on being stopped by every trooper they passed in the corridor on the way to the mess.
“You’re the closest thing to a holostar we have in the GAR,” Fives observed with a grin. “You may need to sign my armor.”
The trooper nearest Rex, who was taking a bucket selfie, stared at Fives like he was a genius. “I’ll get a marking device!” He ran off.
“I’m not waiting,” Rex shook his head, as he spied another group of troopers hurrying toward them. “Come on, mess hall. I’m not standing here for more ‘bucket selfies.’”
Echo muttered to Fives under his breath. “Like it’s going to be any better in the mess.”
The mess hall erupted into cheers the moment Rex showed up with the others. And, word spread like rapidfire that he was onboard. The room started getting more crowded by the minute.
The only way Rex ended up getting any caf at all was Kix grabbing it for him and then pushing him down into a chair to rest.
Fives and Echo kept the troopers at bay so Rex could at least drink a cup in relative peace. Fives kept the gathered troopers entertained with a vivid recounting of what it was like for him at the Battle of Krell. “I didn’t remember anything after he threw me into that ship,” Fives finished. He hooked a thumb back at Rex. “But, apparently, the Commander here saved my life. I’ve watched the replay of it several times.” He locked eyes with Rex. “It’s…. Incredible.”
Rex swallowed. He didn’t know that Fives had watched a replay. So much of the fight was still a blur to him. He had yet to watch a replay, although he heard there were numerous versions of it out there.
Kix placed a sandwich down in front of him and Jesse refilled his caf cup. He wasn’t used to this treatment. Echo glanced over, noticed that Rex now had something to eat, and stalled for time, launching into his vivid recounting of what it was like to be there when Krell had gone mad. All these troopers had been on the other side of the blockade so none had witnessed it firsthand. There was silence in the mess hall as they listened to the stories. And, Fives and Echo were both very good storytellers.
Getting back to the hangar deck did not turn out to be such an easy task as they ran into the original hallway trooper, who’d managed to find a traditional stylus. And, he’d brought his entire squad. Rex scrawled his name quickly on their chest plates, hoping that would be the end of it and he could make it back to the hangar. Before he’d gone another two corridors, the trooper was back with two more squads.
Appo found them, and quickly lined them up, so Rex could sign, but then said loudly: “No more! We are due back at the surface. The commander must go. Consider yourselves lucky. Now back to duty. All of you!”
The authority rang from his voice and the troopers scurried off.
“Nice one, Captain,” Rex said to him, “keep that up and you’re going to get promoted again.”
“I think I’m where I need to be,” Appo said, his voice completely sincere.
After they were settled back on the shuttle, he fell asleep almost immediately. He didn’t even remember clearing the shuttle bay.
Ahsoka was there when he returned to Anaxes, helping him walk back to his room. Their room. He enjoyed the walk, leaning into her, taking his time. “You were magnificent,”she teased, “barging in there like that.” She glanced over at him. “Wearing your dress uniform, no less.” She looked him up and down, in a look he’d come to realize was her appreciative look.
Rex chuckled. “This is borrowed. I have nothing except my armor, and that’s shattered. I’ll need to get most of it replaced. Anything else I own is still on the Resolute.” He realized then it hadn’t occurred to him to grab anything from his office or his quarters while he’d been back on the ship. Somehow the ship didn’t seem like home base anymore.
They arrived back at the small room he never shared with Ahsoka and he sighed with relief.
“Want me to help you get undressed?” she asked, eyeing the dress uniform.
He grinned. “That is tempting.” He considered. “I think I’ll keep it on, though. You seem to like it.” There was teasing in his eyes. He yawned widely, feeling he’d pushed himself past his limits. “I’m going to rest, and then maybe later we can have a meal in the mess?”
Ahsoka’s eyes lit up. She whispered in his ear, her lips so close he shivered. “Why, Commander Rex. Are you asking me out on a date?”
He stared at her. He wouldn’t even know how to do such a thing. He just thought since he was already dressed up, and it had actually been fun, in its own crazy way, seeing everyone in the mess aboard the Resolute, that Ahsoka might like- “Yes,” he said, looking into her eyes, determined to make the most of every moment.
Without meaning to, the mad General Krell had granted Rex the closest thing he’d ever had to a genuine break from the fighting. Rex was not going to waste the opportunity by worrying and overthinking the future. For once, he was simply going to appreciate the moments as they came to him.
Because if there was one thing he’d learned in this war, these fleeting moments did not last.
His dinner date turned into a promotion party.
They hadn’t been in the mess more than ten minutes before large numbers of troopers started showing up. First, it was all the troopers from Fort Anaxes. But, as time went on, Rex realized troopers from the fleet were coming down to join them. And, someone brought distilled alcohol. A lot of it.
Somehow, the mess hall accommodated all of it, with the droids constantly making food, although the party was definitely spilling out into the corridors.
And, his new Captain, Appo, was already falling under the bad influences of Fives and Echo. The three of them rounded up every marking device on the base and started handing them out.
Word had already spread from ship to planet about Rex signing a few pieces of armor, so this was now a hot item.
Rex decided to just go with all of it, accepting the latest drink shoved in his hand.
“Brewed by the 91st!” a trooper told him proudly, before stumbling off.
Rex took a sip and it almost made his eyes cross. He set the cup down.
He signed whenever a marking device was pushed at him, and a trooper pleaded with him to sign their chest plate. Or, shoulder armor. Or, backplate. But, he did have his limitations.
“No, Fives, for the last time, I will not sign your butt plate.”
Fives, Echo and Kix had changed out of their dress uniforms, back into armor. But, for once, Rex was content to be in a soft uniform. Maybe it was because Ahsoka was standing so close to him in the crowded room and he could feel her pressed up against him. There were things you could feel in a soft uniform that you could not feel in armor.
Plus, Ahsoka kept smiling at him, giving him that look. That look that made him feel invincible.
As the night wore on, and more troopers asked him to sign their armor, he noticed his scrawl was getting bigger and bolder, like he was openly defying Krell with just his name.
“Echo, for fek’s sake, will you hold Fives?” Rex’s voice was slightly slurred at this point and he’d lost track of just how many drinks had been shoved into his hand. He downed the rest of his current drink, a speciality brew made by the 104th, and called for a marking device. One was immediately shoved into his hand. He scrawled his name across Fives’ face while the ARC squawked in protest. “There. Now, you have another tattoo.”
The mass of troopers gathered found this to be uproariously funny. And, Rex tossed his head back and laughed with them. It was a good moment.
“And, what is going on here?”
The music stopped with a screech. The authoritative voice from the doorway stopped everyone in their tracks, and troopers scrambled to stand to attention.
Rex did no such thing. He launched himself at his brother. “Cody!”
He embraced his brother, thumping him on the back and nearly setting him off-balance.
“Get off me, you big Bantha,” grumbled Cody, affectionately. He pushed Rex back, albeit more gingerly than normal and studied him head to toe. “And, here they told me you were injured. You look alright to me, other than this dramatic sling of yours.”
Every trooper in the mess hall was watching, still standing at attention, and most had a grin as they watched the scene.
The music immediately started up again and the conversations resumed.
Rex grinned and tugged on Cody’s arm. “Come on, let’s get you a drink.”
Cody walked with a limp, but somehow he managed to turn it into a swagger, and he was back in full armor.
He then noticed the Jedi standing behind Cody, looking a bit more flushed than usual. “Healer Barriss! So happy you could join us.”
Ahsoka came forward and tugged on Barriss’ arm, drawing her forward into the room. The four of them settled at a table and were plied with drinks and plates of food.
“So, they finally made you a Commander,” Cody said between bites of food. “About fekkin’ time.”
Rex grinned, too deep in his cups to care about any of it. “I always had the responsibilities of a commander. Just not the title. It never mattered.”
“It mattered to me. I’m glad you’re getting the recognition you deserve.” He held up his cup and said loudly. “To Commander Rex!”
The room joined in. “To Commander Rex!”
This turned into a number of toasts. Rex noticed Cody was different around Barriss. He was warmer. Playful even. Barriss, for her part, maintained the role of a good Jedi. But, her eyes drifted to Cody, especially when he tossed his head back and laughed. He looked completely different when he laughed and it was a look Rex had not seen on his brother in a long time.
By the time they stumbled back to their shared room, Rex could barely keep his eyes open, things were spinning a bit. He didn’t much care. It had been a very good night.
“Are you going to sleep in those clothes?” Ahsoka asked when he just flopped down on the bed.
Rex grunted, almost asleep already.
But, his body managed to wake up when he felt hands on him, tugging off his boots, and working at the belt on his pants. He peered open one eye. “Commander Tano, are you… undressing me?” he asked, sleepily.
“You’ll be more comfortable,” she said, although there was a mischievous note in her voice.
Rex sat up to help with the effort the best he could. His one arm was still not functional, although now bound in a sling, which was a lot easier than being bound to his chest.
Ahsoka gently eased off the sling and tugged off his dress jacket and the crisp shirt underneath it, revealing his bare chest. She pressed her lips to the long puckered scar left by Krell’s lightsaber. Rex looked down at her in surprise, wishing he could feel all of what she was doing. The lightsaber burn had left him with numb areas.
She moved her lips over and kissed him in the center of his chest. He felt that.
He tipped her chin up and kissed her long and slow and deeply.
Ahsoka growled and clambered on top of him, leaning down and kissing him back, revealing everything in her kiss.
Rex pulled back first. “I want….” He sighed. “I want… this… you.” He shifted his hips slightly, rolling them, letting her feel how much his body desired her. He brushed the back of his one good hand against her cheek, and then took one of her montrals and brushed his lips along it.
Ahsoka sucked in her breath.
“You know it’s because I want you so much that I won’t go any further. I… “ he wanted to say he loved her. But, it was too hard to get the words out. He hadn’t been raised with such words. He tried to show her with his actions. He continued to kiss and suckle at her montrals, finding it hard to stop.
Ahsoka moaned. “For someone who doesn’t want to go any further, you are saying one thing and your lips are saying another.” She rolled her hips against his own.
Rex groaned at the contact. “I know.” He shifted his hips, settling her more perfectly against him, enjoying the feel of her. They fit so perfectly together. He looked into her eyes. “Ahsoka, one day, when this is all over…” She stared at him intently in the dark. He tried to choose his words carefully. He had no idea how the war would end. It often felt like it would never end, as if those pulling the strings were intentionally dragging it out so the Republic was losing battles they should be winning. “I…. want to be with you.” He took one of her hands and brushed his lips against it. “I… “ OK, this would be a good time to tell her how he felt. And, instead he said: “I have nothing to offer you.”
Ahsoka leaned down and kissed him so long he wasn’t sure he could hold himself back from stripping off the clothing still remaining between them. It was Ahsoka who pulled back this time, and she looked into his eyes. “You have everything to offer me, Rex. And, I will go with you, anywhere.”
Rex’s heart filled with joy, at the same time as doubts and questions crept in. “But, your vows, the order, the Jedi…”
“The Jedi Order is not a prison. I can leave.”
Even as she said it, Rex could hear the pain in her voice, along with the conviction, and he knew he could not ask this thing of her, not ask her to give up such a fundamental piece of herself.
She sighed. “I see your doubts. We will work this out. But we don’t have to work this out tonight. You’re exhausted.” She peeled off her most of her clothes, dropping them carelessly to the floor, until she was just in her undergarments.
She leaned down again, but this time just brushed her lips along his nose, light and teasing, before curling up against his chest, in her customary sleeping position. “We’re going to figure this out, Rex.” She traced her hands along his bare chest. “And, sometimes you just have to trust in the Force. It works in mysterious ways.”
Rex didn’t know about the Force, but Barriss Offee was a Force to be reckoned with. The morning after the party, and Appo’s trial, Barriss kept everyone away from their room. It was nearly 0930 before she came in with her usual pot of caf, startling them both awake with her booming greeting. “Good morning!”
She stood at the side of the bed. “Ahsoka! For Force sake, put some clothes on!”
Ahsoka sat up, and Rex had difficulties focusing on anything but staring at her. She rose from the bed, facing her fellow Jedi, looking regal, even in just her undergarments. “We were just sleeping. Nothing more.”
“Well, that’s not my business,” Barriss remarked, in a tone that showed she meant it, “but, it is morning and you do need to get dressed. Come on, off with you to the refresher. Go!”
Rex watched her scurry off to the refresher, wishing it was the sight he could see everyday for the rest of his days.
“Stop staring, Commander,” Barriss blocked his sight. She handed him a cup of caf. He considered asking the healer if co-showering had as many benefits as co-sleeping, but decided against it. He sipped his caf in silence. He wondered if he could ask Cody.
Barriss had already finished her caf and was back to the business of being a healer. “So, Rex, your energy levels were good yesterday. The best they’ve been since you were injured. Today, we begin your therapy.”
Therapy did not sound like nearly as much fun as rescuing Appo, visiting his men on the Resolute, drinking until late in the mess hall, and rediscovering how amazing it was to kiss Ahsoka Tano. But, he nodded, fortifying himself with caf, like he was taking in a new battle plan. “Therapy, yes, of course.”
Barriss checked her chrono. “Ahsoka, finish up and get dressed. Then, find someplace to be.” She addressed Rex directly. “Rex, you have two visitors coming who have volunteered to take charge of your therapy.”
Rex did not like the sound of this, at all.
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