It was peaceful. The gentle undercurrent of the water rocked the Aay’han, reminding you of a mother rocking her newborn. The co-pilot seat wasn’t the most comfortable but if you sat at an angle, your feet resting on the control panel, you could let your muscles relax enough that you could possibly nap. Your eyes followed the bright, glimmering aquatic life that swam past, watching them shimmer in the sunlight that streamed through the water. The Aay’han was floating off the coast of the capital city, waiting for Sergeant Skirata and Mereel to com for a pickup. 

You had been undercover for the Republic for…a long time, gathering intel about the manufacturing of Separatist droids. Life had been fairly normal, well as normal as it could be for a Republic spy until a certain Mandalorian and his small squad of clones came crashing through your front door. Literally. You glanced at the pilot’s chair, the corner of your lips lifting. 

Ordo was stretched out in the chair beside you, his long legs crossed at the ankles. His arms were folded over his chest, his head tipped forward until his chin nearly touched his chest. His empty Mandalorian helmet sat on the floor beside his chair and every once in a while, you could hear faint, staticky voices floating from inside. The muted shimmer of the water threw a faint glow over his face; Ordo looked peaceful, his usually tense expression slack, his eyes closed. 

He was sleeping. You muffled a chuckle against the back of your hand, carefully lowering your feet to the floor. The co-pilot chair groaned as you stood and you paused, half-standing, to dart your eyes back towards Ordo. He huffed heavily through his nose but otherwise didn’t move. 

It took a few minutes of rustling through cabinets as quietly as possible, having to stop a few times when you made too much noise before you finally found a blanket. It smelled a bit musty but it would do. You unfolded it on your back to the cockpit, smirking at Ordo’s sleeping form before you carefully draped the blanket over him. He shifted lazily, his brow wrinkling for a moment and you stood a little straighter and held your breath. Ordo’s lashes fluttered, his dark glassy eyes taking a moment to focus but they quickly lifted to where you stood over him. 

“Sorry to wake you,” you murmured with an apologetic smile. 

“Wasn’t sleepin’,” Ordo grumbled, dragging himself into a sitting position. The furrow between his brows deepened as he looked down at the blanket pooling in his lap. There was an odd look on his face, one you had seen occasionally in the time you’d spent with him. The innocent, almost confused expression always made your heart ache and it was even worse when he tilted his head back to look up at you. 

“I thought you’d be more uncomfortable,” you explained, gesturing to the blanket as you leaned against the back of his chair. Ordo nodded slowly, absently rubbing the fabric between his gloved fingers. “You can try and go back to sleep if you’d like.”

Ordo somehow looked more tense than usual for a moment, before dropping his eyes to the blanket again. “Alright.” For some reason, it surprised you; accidentally falling asleep was one thing but this showed that he trusted you enough to willingly let himself rest. 

“Hm, you must really trust me,” you teased. Ordo turned in his chair again and you were suddenly aware of how close he was, his face close enough that you could see the faint freckles on his cheeks. Ordo was always intense but the way he looked at you, bright brown eyes smoldering, made your stomach somersault. 

“I do.” He spoke softly like it was a secret but there was no uncertainty in his voice. Your breath caught when he smiled, crooked and boyish, disarmingly charming without even trying. Sometimes you wondered if he was aware of it but based on some of the more…awkward encounters you’d had with him, you were pretty sure it was natural. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, meaning it wholeheartedly. Ordo’s smile started to fade but you didn’t miss the way his eyes darted down to your mouth, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he forced his gaze elsewhere. He cleared his throat quietly and when his eyes found yours again you caught the muted anxiety that flashed across his face. 

You had no idea where the confidence came from that had you leaning down, bringing your face even closer to his. Ordo tensed but didn’t pull away, letting the strained silence linger. A shiver zipped up your spine when he tilted his head slowly, his eyes darting between your eyes and your lips. He paused, leaving almost no space between you and him and you could feel his slow, rhythmic breathing against your chin. 

“Can I?” he asked softly. 

“Please.” 

A soft gasp filled the air when he closed the space and you weren’t sure if you made the sound or if he had. The kiss was hesitant, neither of you moving for a moment until one of his large hands closed around your bicep and you melted against him, sighing through your nose. It was clear Ordo didn’t have much experience but he didn’t seem to mind following your lead. He inhaled sharply when your tongue swept over his bottom lip but he quickly caught on, parting his lips. 

The low groan from deep in his chest made you shiver, a hand coming to cup the back of his head, your fingers threading through his soft curls. 

“Ord’ika? You read me?” You and Ordo jumped so hard at the familiar voice that your heads knocked together, each of you quickly reaching up to rub the now-aching spot. Ordo growled through clenched teeth, twisting around to punch a button on the control panel; despite the pain blooming across your forehead, you barely stifled a laugh. 

“What?” he snapped, glaring at the blue hologram that popped up. Mereel tilted his head, arching a brow but there was the hint of a smirk on his face. 

“What’d you do to your head?”

“None of your business, jagyc’kovid. What d’ya want?” 

“Pickup would be nice,” Mereel sighed with a shrug. He glanced over his shoulder with a badly hidden smirk and winked at who you assumed was Kal. 

“Send coordinates,” Ordo grumbled, ending the call without letting Mereel respond. “Shabuir.”

You giggled, biting your lip when Ordo threw a narrow-eyed look in your direction. “Come on, let’s go get them.” 

“Should leave 'em,” Ordo huffed, rubbing his forehead one last time before dropping his hands to the panel again and starting the flight sequence. The smile that spread across your face was fonder than you thought possible and you leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss on his cheek. You settled into the co-pilot chair, glancing over at him again with a smirk.  

Ordo refused to look at you but there was no denying that his cheeks were a little redder than before. 

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The darkness was surrounding you. Your ears were ringing as you faintly noticed the sound of screams and gunshots around you. You tried to open your eyes slowly and blink, but your body felt numb and you couldn't move your arms or legs while the pain was almost unbearable, threatening to cause you to lose consciousness once again. Suddenly, you heard a muffled and suppressed voice above your face and you felt someone leaning over you. With the last of your strength, you opened your eyes and smiled in relief as you recognized the face of the Clone Commander above you. His typically stern expression was marked by a mixture of concern and anger. You would have probably laughed about his gaze if the pain in your body hadn't paralyzed you. You tried to gather your strength to say something as you suddenly felt a large, rough hand gripping yours firmly, while his healthy and cybernetic eye both stared at you with an uncertain expression. Finally, his suppressed, rumbling voice reached your ears as you desperately tried to keep your eyes open.

"Why?!"

Wolffe had not been happy when he found out that you had been assigned to this mission. Unlike the rest of his Wolfpack, who seemed to hold a fondness for this particular Jedi. While his squad had already accepted you into their little sworn group on the journey to your destination, the Commander had remained silent and serious, watching the whole scene full of disapproval. While the other boys of the pack had always made fun of your uneasy and teasing relationship with their commander, they didn't dare say a word of disrespect when Wolffe was in your presence. You had developed a soft spot for the outwardly intimidating but loyal commander a for quite a while, and at the same time, you always harbored the feeling that he didn't particularly like your loud and enthusiastic personality. The more you attempted to approach Wolffe and build a better relationship with him, the more he closed himself off, and the more biting his remarks towards you became.

When you finally stood on the battlefield deflecting shot after shot from the enemy army, you were horrified to see a hostile projectile flying directly at Wolffe. You immediately realized that he had no chance of defending himself against the missile or even surviving if he was hit, and thereupon didn't hesitate for a second to throw yourself in front of him deflecting the projectile with a desperate swing of your lightsaber. The next moment your body was thrown through the air, struck by the explosion you caused by hitting the projectile in the wrong spot, but still saving Wolffe from most of the damage it caused.

You should probably be panicking. You felt that something was wrong, but the sight of the commander calmed you down. As he repeated his words, some despair seemed to shine through his voice.

''Why did you do this? You barely know me, Jedi.'', he asked with his deep and huffed voice.

You smiled gently, with no regret in your gaze. You had to choose your words carefully, as each one involved great effort.

''I deeply care about you. I shouldn't, but I can't deny that...''

You knew instinctively that now was not the time to hide your feelings. Wolffe looked at you and seemed lost for a moment, but his hard shell slowly crumbled down as he squeezed your cold hand tighter. His warm hand in yours felt just right, you felt safe despite everything what happened.

''How could that be? I'm just another Commander, another Clone'', he murmured as exasperation slowly spreads through his voice.

''No, not to me.'', you whispered firmly, clenching your lips together from exhaustion as you examine his face one last to time. Even though your body begun to tremble slightly, your face seemed calm and determined in contrast to the Commander starring at you and visibly loosing his composure at the realization of your words.

You reached out to touch his cheek and mumbled with the last of your strength, "Wolffe, you are not just a Commander, you are my Commander.

Wolffe inhales sharply, pressing your hand tightly against his chest as he notices that you seemed to lose you consciousness again.

''NO!! Stay with me! I am... I'm your Commander, do you hear?!? Just stay with me!'', he shouts full of despair. But you just smiled as you heard him speak. "Your Commander," his words repeated over and over in your head as your eyes slowly fell shut again.

''Don't leave me,'' you hear his voice echoing from far away, as you feel his lips touch yours gently and a deep serenity fills your body before the darkness surrounded you again.