#clone commando wrecker

“Hello, sirs, what seems to be the problem?” Remi asked. Finally, their little hand scuffle stopped as Crosshair cleared his throat, giving Wrecker a nudge with his elbow.

Wrecker looked down at her, baffled that she was a natborn and not a clone or Kaminoan. He couldn't stand the longneck doctors and was relieved there wasn’t one around.

“It’s nothing. We just got into a fight with some regs…”

Crosshair nudged him again.

“And, I split my lip and some of my fingers were bent back,” Wrecker said sheepishly as he looked down. He held out his hand and Remi’s eyebrows rose comically.

She carefully reached for his hand, cradling it with her own. He watched her for a moment and then cautiously looked around, still on the lookout for a Kaminoan. She turned to Crosshair and had to swallow thickly as she had locked onto his pecs. Her gaze rose to face and was met with a knowing smirk. She had been caught checking him out.

“And-and, what injuries do you have?” she asked him.

“I’m fine. Just be gentle with him as he doesn’t like needles. He might pass out,” he told her.

Wrecker huffed and rolled his eyes. “That was one time!”

Remi smiled in response, recognizing a good natured teasing.

“Come this way,” she told them. She let go of Wrecker’s massive hand and led them to an examination bay. Wrecker sat on the medical bed as Crosshair stood to the side.

Remi began to open drawers and cabinets, gathering the supplies she needed to examine Wrecker and stitch up his lip. She introduced herself and gathered their names, and asked their specialty.

“Which one do you want to do first? The face or the hand?” she asked him.

Both Wrecker and Crosshair were caught off guard at the option to choose which procedure went first. They were usually just told what to do with medical procedures and exams.

Wrecker looked at her a little confused. “Uh… the hand? My fingers are throbbing right now,” he told her.

Remi nodded her head and grabbed a small splint and some tape. She gently took Wrecker’s massive hand and cradled it to her chest, knowing she would have to distract him before she snapped his fingers back into place.

“Wow. Did you fall on your hand or was it a cheap shot?” She asked him.

Wrecker looked around nervously again. Fighting among the clones was frowned upon, of course, and talking or bragging about it would get you in trouble if a higher ranking official heard about it.

“Uh, it was a cheap shot. I was winning and the laser brain grabbed my fingers. Hurt like a bitch. Oh, sorry,” he said as he realized he cursed.

“It’s ok,” Remi said with a shrug of her shoulders. She knew it was time to distract him and she looked at Crosshair and then back at Wrecker.

“Hey, what do you call a three humped bantha?”

Wrecker looked at her, waiting for the answer. She felt so bad knowing how much it was going to hurt his hand, but it would feel better in the end.

“Pregnant,” she said. He just looked at her, not understanding the joke at all, and then looked at Crosshair who was stifling a laugh. It was when he looked away that Remi snapped his fingers back into place with a loud CRACK!

Wrecker gave a shout as he pulled his hand away from her, but she hadn’t let go of him yet. He effectively knocked her forehead against his mouth, bumping his split lip again, and his teeth against her skin.

“Ah!” she cried out and let go of his hand to place her on her own head.

“Wow! I haven’t had that happen before. Ugh, how’s your lip?” she asked.

Fresh blood was leaking down his chin, onto his pants as Crosshair was trying to hand him a towel.

“ ‘m sorry! Oh, no! You ok, doc?” He asked around the towel.

“I’m ok. I’m more worried about your lip!” She rubbed her forehead and then turned her attention back to Wrecker. She cradled his face in her tiny hands, feeling the burning warmth of his skin. He had been at the gym so she could smell his sweat but it wasn’t unpleasant.

“Just keep pressure on your lip for a minute,” she told him. She then grabbed the tape and the splint, and taped his fingers together on his right hand. She laid his hand on his lap and then patted his thigh, which on second thought may have been a little too familiar.

“Here, can you lie down so I can take a better look?” She asked him.

He laid down on the comically short gurney, his feet hanging off the edge. Remi noticed and laughed to herself. She had never met a clone so tall.

“No needles?” he asked her in an almost childlike voice.

She grasped his hand as she looked down on his handsome face with the one brown eye. The room suddenly felt too small and too warm for her.

“I’ll have to use a tiny needle, to start, but after that, I think you’ll be ok.”

Wrecker still had a worried look on his face. He glanced between her and Crosshair, looking for a way out.

“I have some numbing cream we can use to start with? How does that sound?”

He nodded his head and she turned away to search the cabinets. Crosshair took a step towards her, crowding her space and forcing her to look up.

With an intense gaze he whispered to her. “He really doesn’t like needles. And don’t lie to him. He may not know it, but I will.”

Remi cleared her throat and fidgeted with the tube of cream in her hand.

In the most placating and non threatening way she could, she said, “I don’t lie.” She pushed past him and gave a reassuring smile to Wrecker. She found a pillow and gave that for him to hold onto as she applied the numbing cream to a small cotton swab.

“I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll put some of this on my lip, and then put some on yours. That way I’ll know if it has been on long enough. And you get the added bonus of me talking funny for a while.”

Wrecker smiled and then nodded his head for her to proceed. She carefully and gently smoothed the cream onto his lip around the cut. Then she took a dab and placed it on the side of her top lip, making a funny face in the process. Crosshair smirked at her antics while Wrecker smiled.

“Alright, we just have to wait a few minutes,” she told him. She offered Crosshair a shirt but he declined before she readied the tools for stitching on a tray.

“Hmm…” Remi said as she flipped her fingers back and forth over her lip, making funny sounds. “Mine feels ready. Can I touch yours?” she asked Wrecker.

“‘M, sorry? Touch my what?” Wrecker asked with a snicker.

Remi’s face turned red as she realized Wrecker made her request into a sexual innuendo.

“Your face! Ack! Really? I thought we were all adults here,” she said as she shook her head. Crosshair actually smiled at this while Wrecker was laughing.

Remi lowered her head closer to Wrecker’s face and began to gently touch his lips with her gloved hands. “Do you feel anything on your lips?” she asked as she looked into his good eye.

“Nuffin’” he said around her finger.

“Perfect. You shouldn’t feel this next injection, just the fluid and feeling full in your lip,” she said to him. “Don’t watch the needle. Look away at something else, ok?” Her voice was so soothing and earnest to Wrecker that he actually listened to her.

With the injection in place Remi was able to use a small machine to make the necessary stitches in his lip. She applied some more bacta cream and then helped him to sit up on the table. It was comical how tall he was even just sitting down.

“Don’t chew on your lip. You’ll be really tempted to since you can’t feel it, but don’t because then it will be swollen and painful after the numbing shot has worn off.”

Remi grabbed her data pad and said, “Now I just need to ask you a few questions about your accident.”

As she held it in front of her, she couldn’t not see Wrecker’s chest and the sight almost made her cry once again. There were stretch marks under his armpits, along his biceps, and further down his flanks trailing into his sweats. She was sure she would see more stretch marks along his back. Briefly glancing at his massive neck, she could see them there too.

“Problem, Doctor?” Crosshair’s question brought her back to the present.

Remi cleared her throat and stammered at being caught visually molesting one of her patients.

“N-No. No problem. I’m just still - it’s still.. Ah, what were you doing at the time of the incident?”

Wrecker furrowed his brow and looked to Crosshair who had a scowl on his face as he chewed on a corner of his lip.

“You were in the gym…?” Remi prompted.

“We were workin’ out and then these regs came in ‘n started makin’ fun of Crosshair… and then… I don’t remember what else happened,” Wrecker said with a huff. He was clearly agitated and didn’t want to incriminate himself or his brother.

“So let me see if I got this right… you were working out in the gym, the others came, and you tried to warn them about water on the floor, when you slipped, and they slipped, and they slipped A LOT more… Does that sound about right?” Remi tapped away on her data pad, ignoring Crosshair’s glare. She peeked at Wrecker who looked confused, but then she saw the moment his mind caught on to what she had said.

Crosshair gave a quiet huff of a laugh that she would actually falsify the report for them.

“Yeah, yeah… they were slipping all over the place and Crosshair tried to stop them, and then I had to hold onto ‘em, but those regs are a little smaller and slippery like that.” Wrecker was quite pleased with himself for his addition to the report.

“Well, I think that should finish everything. Here’s some extra bacta. Let me walk you out,” she said as she rose from her seat.

As they walked past the main desk she opened a drawer and took out some jellied candies. “Oh, here Wrecker.” She took his massive hand in her own and dropped the candies in. “For being such a great patient. Good job today. Let me know if you need anything else.”

She smiled at Crosshair and Wrecker as they left, with Crosshair giving her a two finger salute and a smirk. Wrecker was happily looking at the different shapes of the gummies she had given him, oblivious that she was pining over him.

Crosshair walked down the hall and Wrecker walked back to the clinic. “Where are you going?” Crosshair asked him.

“Ah.. I forgot something,” Wrecker said as he shrugged his shoulders.

Wrecker stepped into the doorway just enough for the automatic doors to open and then said, “Psst..Doc!”

Remi saw him and went over to him, concern on her face.

“Is everything ok, big guy?”

He grasped her hand and pulled her a little more out of the way in the hallway and then said, “I just wanted to say thank you for bein’ so nice to me. I’ve never had a doc be so nice and give me candy.” Wrecker paused and scratched the back of his neck nervously. “And, I think you’re really cute. Can I kiss you?”

Remi didn’t know what to think as she tried to process what he was saying. Slowly, she caught up and nodded her head. He leaned down and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. Remi savored the way his lips felt on hers- rough and soft pressure at the same time. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she could fall for a clone, but this might not be so bad.

As they broke away from the kiss, they both had stars in their eyes with how giddy they each felt.

“I gotta go,” Wrecker said bashfully as he started to walk away.