#bad batch drabble

Hot tears streamed down your face as you ran to the Havoc Maurader, desperate to get away from everyone and everything. You could only hope that the ship was empty. Hopefully, the Bad Batch would be busy, unable to see this embarrassing display of emotions. It's not exactly something you wanted any of them to see.

You had finally made it up the stairs that led into the ship's main hull, still in full breakdown mode as you sat on the passenger seats. You pulled your knees to your chest and continued your sobbing.

The whole situation was messed up. You had just gotten back to your medbay station from a tough mission, tired and in need of your fellow medic friend's support. As you had reached the door though, you heard their voices on the other side. Your friend's voices. You were so relieved to hear them after so long, this is exactly what you needed!

"Yeah, but she's a little weird, don't you think?" You hesitated upon hearing this, wanting to hear more before you entered. But you weren't prepared to hear your best friend's voice practically spit out the words that came next

"No, I know she's weird. She's nothing like any of us. She hangs around that clone squad of failures because that's who she is too. A failure."

"Yeah, I'm surprised she even made it this far as a field medic," another voice chimed in.

You listened with a shattered heart to more and more comments and insults coming from people you trusted and cared about for several moments before your eyes couldn't hold your tears anymore and you ran off.

Snapping back to the present, you realized with humiliation that you weren't the only one on the ship and your crying had made some noise. This of course drew Crosshair out of his rifle cleaning and made his way to where you were. He sat down on the seat next to you, staying stoick and looking down at you as your head once again bowed down to rest in your arms on top of your knees, too embarrassed to do anything more than hiding your face.

Immediately when your head returned to its previous position, Crossshair's hands snatched your head, careful to not hurt you, but enough to have your full attention on him as he observed you.

"Who did this?" he hissed.

"M-my frien-ds," you hiccuped out.

"Real friends wouldn't do this."

"But they are my-"

"Not everyone who smiles at you is your friend. Be careful who you trust." He stated. "Now, what happened? What did they say?"

Releasing a sigh, you told him what happened, what you heard, and how you felt. Once you had finished, he just looked thoughtfully at you and contemplated the words he would use to comfort you. After a few moments of silence, he knew exactly what to say.

"Some people aren't satisfied until they sabotage other people's happiness," he started, caressing your face gently before picking up your chin to make you look into his eyes as he continued. " Any friend who would do this to you is an enemy who has infiltrated your camp."

You couldn't help now to let out a few happy tears and hug Crosshair. You realized that he was right. It no longer mattered what they said because they are not your friends.

You let out another frustrated sigh as the shot hit just outside the target yet again. You heard a small chuckle from the sniper beside you.

"Tense your shoulder, it'll help with the knockback" he commented.

"Well I thought I did," you responded, getting more and more frustrated by the moment. Crosshair was teaching you how to shoot with his prized rifle, but much to your dismay, you were a terrible shot, unlike the perfect sniper standing behind you. Even worse, you were embarrassing yourself in front of the man that you admired so much. To say that you were disappointed in yourself was an understatement.

"Cheer up, princess. Nobody's perfect at this," he said smugly.

"Except you," you muttered underneath your breath as you cast your gaze to the ground.

"Hey," He grabbed both your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. Once you looked up at him, his trained eyes couldn't ignore the buildup of frustrated tears that had gathered in your eyes. "You can't expect to be perfect at anything when you first start out at it. These things take time."

"But this isn't my first time! I've had weeks training with you and I still haven't gotten good enough," you ranted, a few tears falling involuntarily.

"Good enough?"

"Yes, I wouldn't survive on the battlefield like you and your brothers would."

"Liar. That's not the correct answer."

"What?"

"That's not the reason you're so worked up," he stated. "Tell me the truth," he said softer, releasing your shoulders.

You looked at him for a few moments, and when you decided you could completely trust him, you slumped your shoulders, the tension finally lessening as you took a deep breath and looked down.

"I- I'm not good enough for you," you whispered, looking back up at him. "I'm scared you don't see any value in me because I'm not getting any better."

"But you are getting better." You scoffed at his statement.

"Not enough for me to notice."

"That's because you progress just a little every time we meet," he stated, "It's not enough for you to notice on a smaller scale, but when you step back and look at it differently, the progress you've made is as clear as day." He paused shortly before continuing, "And as for being good enough," he gently grabbed your chin to make sure you were paying attention to him. "If you are a little better today than you were yesterday, that's enough."

"You are good enough."

You sighed again on Wrecker's bunk, watching the downpour out the window, thinking deeply, almost as if you were in a trance. You had been feeling insecure about your place lately. Your place among friends, your family, and your squad. Heck, they left you behind on this mission, insisting that this one was easy and didn't require a medic.

You groaned, this feeling getting worse as time passed. You missed the boys, especially Wrecker. He always knew what to say to make you feel better in his own Wrecker way.

Just as you thought you couldn't handle it anymore, the door whooshed open, revealing the Bad Batch. You scrambled to your feet and ran to Wrecker, earning looks from the rest of the Batch.

Wrecker had just finished marking their wall when he caught you in his arms, hugging you tight and making you feel safe. You released a breath that you didn't realize you had been holding and watched as Hunter looked at you and Wrecker for a moment before shooing the rest of the batch and himself out of the room, leaving you alone with Wrecker. You smiled to yourself at Hunter's thoughtfulness.

You felt Wrecker take off his shoulder plates before he picked you up and took you to his bunk, sitting you on his lap sideways so he could hold you. He placed your head on his now-uncovered shoulder, and let you get comfortable on him.

"Alright cyare, whenever you are ready to talk, I'm ready to listen," he said in his cute whisper-yell, obviously trying his hardest to be quiet.

You waited a few moments to collect your thoughts and relaxing further into your lover's arms. When you thought you were relaxed and collected, you let Wrecker know before you began speaking your mind.

"I just feel like I'm not fitting in the way I'm supposed to," you started, "I feel like I'm too different from everyone around me. And then you guys left me behind on the mission, and it made me feel like you didn't want me around."

"I told Hunter he was a moron for leaving you behind!" Wrecker boomed, "but he said this one was quick, and you had some stuff to do here." You looked up at him, a small smile gracing your lips as he continued.

"And heck yeah you aren't like everyone here!" he said, laughing. You looked at him, slightly offended at his last statement, trying to figure out why he would say such a thing. Upon seeing your crestfallen face, he was quick to elaborate.

"Uh, um I mean, you don't fit in in a good way. Like me and the boys. We are different. Might see that as a bad thing now, but I promise it isn't." You thought about his words before he continued. "Why fit in when you were born to stand out? That's what Hunter always told us as cadets."

You smiled in appreciation for the man holding you, your lover who had made your day better with his words. The one you could count on to help you anytime you felt this way. You let him feel your appreciation with a peck to the cheek and a tight hug before whispering a 'thank you.'