#fivox

How about Fivox (fives fox), sfw, post fugitive arc fluff, hurt/comfort, (soulmates), fixit au.

In which Fives shoots first, catching Fox's shoulder in the process. The scene takes place in a hospital, Rex and Anakin infront of the door guarding it so nobody will find Fives. Fives tell Fox about the conspirarcy he has discovered and Fox promises him to dig intel up and comforts his lover.

Please let this end with a sweet picture, I rly need the fluff right now.

(Oh hell yeah love me some nice fix-it)

Fives is really in a pickle, now, isn’t he? Well, talk about a kriffing understatement.

He wasn’t expecting Fox to find him so soon, though that’s on him: he should’ve known that his cyare would have what it takes to find him.

His expression is unreadable under his bucket, but his external appearance doesn’t show any sign of hesitation; Fives would’ve commended him on it, if only the situation wasn’t so wrong. Does he really think that his cyare has suddenly gone crazy and tries to assassinate the Chancellor? C’mon, give him some credit…

“Stand down!”

What should he do?

If he moves, Fox will shoot him, he knows it.

This looks bad, he looks bad.

He’s going to shoot to kill.

Unless…

Despite the drugs in his system, he acts fast, reaching for the blaster and shooting at Fox with a stunning bolt, hitting him on the shoulder.

Fox might not show it, but he’s surprised, taken off guard even. What is Fives doing? Has he really gone mad?

And then Fives hits him, and he has barely a second to register what has happened, but before he can form a coherent thought, everything becomes black.

When he comes to, he can hear a faint beeping that, the more it goes on, the more annoying it gets.

He opens his eyes, and he finds himself in a hospital, or at least he presumes so, judging by the familiar surroundings of a military medbay. At least he knows where the beeping comes from, since there’s a machine attached to him, probably to keep his status in check.

… What happened, exactly?

He gets some of his answers when he looks around, noticing that on his bedside, would you look at that, there’s Fives. At least he knows he’s alive, but it doesn’t explain what happened.

… Is he like some sort of prisoner or hostage now?

He stretches one hand towards him, lightly shaking his thigh, when Fives suddenly grabs his hand and raises his fist and…

“Ah,” he says, surprised, immediately letting him go. “It’s you…”

“Yeah, of course it’s me!” Fox exclaims. The only reason why he hasn’t throttled him already is because he knows that at the moment he’s not strong enough for that, but this doesn’t mean that he can’t at least angrily yell at him. “Now care to tell me what the hell is going on?! Did you go crazy or what?!”

The sad look Fives gives him almost makes him regret having done that, but he keeps his gaze hard and lips thin into a frown. Cyare or not, if Fives is a traitor, he will not forgive him.

He reaches for Fox hand, squeezing it with his. “No, Fox, you have to understand me, we’re all in great danger!” he says.

“I don’t know if I can believe you,” Fox retorts, as sad as it sounds. His loyalty lies first and foremost to the Republic; if Fives has turned his back on it, then he… “Besides, where did you even take me?”

“You’re in the 501st barracks, medbay to be more precise,” Fives replies. There more this goes on, the less Fox understands.

“And General Skywalker and Captain Rex? What did you do to them?”

At those words, Fives narrows his eyes. “I didn’t do anything to them, they’re just guarding the room outside so that I can’t be found… Fox, please, stop treating me like a criminal.”

“Then explain to me what the kriff is happening.” Technically he has no proof that he should believe Fives, but… c’mon, can he really do this to his cyare? He’ll at least hear him out, before deciding what he should do.

“Of course…”

Fives tells him everything, not leaving out one single detail.

The more he goes on, the less Fox knows what to think: can it be that all that he’s saying is true? But the Chancellor has always been such an upstanding person, could he really be a Sith Lord and, most importantly, could it be that nobody had noticed it?

“You sound awfully calm, right now…” he points out, still not convinced. “And yet when I found you, you were delirious…”

“It’s because they drugged me. Nala Se… That bitch…” Fives’ gaze moves just for a moment, then it’s back to Fox. “If you don’t believe me, I have the medical analysis they did on me to prove it…”

“No, I trust you,” Fox replies. It’s still hard for him to believe that what Fives has said is true, but he also knows that, if he’s pushing so much for this thing, he must have a good reason for it.

It’s then that Fox realizes that his hands are shaking, just like the rest of this body - although more subtlety.

“Fox, ner cyare… Please, you gotta believe me. We’re in danger…” He sounds like he’s about to cry, and Fox doesn’t know what to do. What can he even say to comfort him? If the situation is truly bad as he says it is, then what can they do?

Still, he can’t leave Fives wallowing in his own desperation…

He grabs his hand.

“We’ll solve this,” he says, trying to sound as certain of it as possible. “Whatever this is, we’ll get to the bottom of it and find the truth.”

“Fox…”

Fives doesn’t add anything else as he lets himself get drawn into Fox arms. He looked like he really needed a hug, and judging by the way he’s melting, it must’ve truly been the case.

In this moment, Fox allows himself a few more moments to think: if he truly goes along with this, he’ll be deemed a traitor of the Republic, but what if Fives is right? Then it means that they have to do something to save it before it’s too late.

“Once I’m out of here, I’ll try to dig up something. If this is all true, then there has to be some proof somewhere.”

“Just one thing,” Fives says then. “You have to promise me one thing, Fox. And I’m serious.”

“What?” Fox asks.

“Stay alive,” Fives replies, truly serious. “Please, Fox! Don’t let them take you away from me…”

Eh, as if that’s easy, especially considering their situation… and yet, Fox doesn’t want to die, and he doesn’t want Fives to die either.

“Only if you do the same,” he replies then. “If we’re going to do this, we’ll get out of it together and alive, okay?”

Fives weakly nods. “Okay… Okay…” he mutters, still in Fox’s arms; he doesn’t look like he wants to pull away at all, and if he has to be honest, Fox doesn’t want him to do it as well.

At least there’s solace in the fact that, whatever the future has in store for them, they’ll face it together.