The Republic fell. The Empire rose. Somehow, in the middle of it all, Gregor and I found each other. Together, we fought to survive and discovered that love can endure even the darkest of times. This is the story of how, after losing so much, we found something worth fighting for again.
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Gregor stared into the starlit sky, his brow furrowed. Callie’s fingers intertwined with his as they sat together staring at the stars beneath a violet sky. Normally he chatted and giggled and talked her ear off. Tonight he sat silently, had said very little since dinner. His gaze cast downward and his furrow deepened while he looked toward the ground. Their fingers curled into a tighter embrace, his hand squeezed hers like he was afraid it could slip from his grasp. Purple twilight hid his tears from her at first. Then he shuddered, the hitch of a half hidden sob. Dim starlight glinted off the damp that ran down his cheeks.
“I’m here,” she reassured, squeezing his hand gently.
“What if I’m not?” He asked, a soft lilt of his voice betrayed that he was holding back, fighting off the urge to cry.
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“I’ve forgotten so much. Sometimes I can’t remember anything before the accident. Other times I can’t remember yesterday.” He said. “What if I’m not all here? What if I forget what matters most? What if I forget the mission? What if I forget you?”
Callie turned toward him, placed her other hand on his so that she cradled his hand in both of hers. “Gregor, your mind is recovering. The brain is more fragile than we want to admit. It will take time. You’re a fighter, a survivor. You’re strong and eventually you’ll-“
“I don’t want to forget you.” He collapsed against her, his head resting on her shoulder and his face nuzzling into her neck. The muffled sobs followed. “I don’t want all of this to disappear. I don’t want my memories of you to fly away, Little Bird.”
Callie held him. Let him release his fears and frustration through his tears. He needed this. She caressed his head, running her hand over his hair. Eventually her fingers found their way to his cheek. She guided his head back so that she could look him in the eyes. They were wet and red and pleading with her. Callie climbed onto his lap, still facing him. Gregor wrapped his arms around her. She planted a soft kiss on his cheek and then another on his lips.
Eventually she said, “I’m not going anywhere. This little bird has nested. I’ll remember for the both of us. In fact, I’ll just have to make sure that every day is too memorable to forget.” She offered a comforting smile.
Gregor pulled her against him. “I’m afraid to let go.” He said.
“Then you don’t have to,” she said. “I’m holding on just as tightly. I have just as much to lose, you know.”
“We’ve both lost too much,” he said.
The truth was, they still had so much more to lose and they both knew it. Fighting the Empire wasn’t going to be easy, but living under it would be even worse. They had to fight. They had to do it because of what they still had left to lose. The truth hung silently between them. They simply held each other. Both afraid to let go of the other.
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✧ Prompt: #2) Forced to go to school/work while sick
✧ Summary: You pressed yourself too far that you fainted during class. Your roommate, Gregor, comes to pick you up and take you home.
✧ Tags & Warnings: platonic, roommate au, O66 didn't happen, reader is a uni student, platonic fluff, reassurances, hc: GAR-grade medical supplies are limited to civilians
✧ Word Count: 1.6k
✧ A/N: Another platonic one that has similar vibes with this one with Fives! Stuff like this, really really fun to write. War’s over sorta thing and everything's good and dandy and normal 😊 so here's my second entry for Sicktember this year. Enjoy this one vode! 💛
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“I’m their roommate, ma'am.”
“Oh really?”
Gregor decides right there he doesn't like that tone. “Yeah,” he says toward the front desk admin, already feeling a bit of headache himself while pressing on, “Sorry, but in case you aren't aware… clones can bunk up with civilians in the meantime the Senate is taking care of several bills that would allow us actual living arrangements in our name.”
The Duros lady spares him a bored look. “Heard that in the news.”
“Yeah. So, that means I'm bunking with them. I'm their roommate, and that means I can fetch them and take them home with me for proper rest, since they're not listed in any of your campus dormitories.” Gregor breathes deeply. “With your medical officer's permission, of course.”
His fists are clenched, holding in his frustrations, but of course unseen by whoever's behind the desk. That lady included. Anyone passing by the infirmary entrance could've seen that. Is she always like this? He could've walked in with his usual charms, but the lady isn't even vibing. Why does it have to be a grumpy middle-age Duros lady who probably couldn't tell the difference between spreadsheet column and spreadsheet row?
He gets that. The look. It's no different than what he received from civilians during the war. The galaxy now has a new Supreme Chancellor after they won the war but its residents have not changed for the better. What lurks in Coruscant hasn't changed at all. The upbringing from that time stays.
Usually he wouldn't be bothered. He's never bothered. He's living the life and that's the plan indefinitely, but that obstacle prevents him from reaching out to you. You need help, but he can't—
“Gregor?”
Your voice comes the corridor on his left, and a big sigh of relief blows through his mouth as he jogs in your direction. “Hey,” he breathes, observing your slow blinks and weak smile, your bag sagged from your hand. Gregor approaches you with careful steps and gently grabs your shoulders to observe you closer. “Stars, aren't you a delight to see.”
A small laugh escapes you. You don't certainly look like a delight to see, but Gregor’s relief is written all over his face. The former commando cares about you so much. His warm hand gently presses against your forehead to feel your temperature. “You feeling okay?”
You nod, seizing the chance of his proximity to speak in a smaller volume. Talking out loud makes you more exhausted, for gods’ sake. “Better now,” you murmur, peering up at him. “Can we go home?”
Gregor smiles warmly. “That's why I'm here, vod’ika.” Thumb stroking your shoulder momentarily, he then wordlessly takes your bag and slings it over his shoulder. “Can you walk? They told me you fainted.”
You nod weakly. You wish you could answer everything with a nod and a shake of the head, but Gregor has come all this way, cutting his part-time work shift down. Might as well owing a few phrases to stow his concerns. “I'll be okay,” you spare a smile, “You'll catch me though, right?”
Gregor lets out a laugh. “Always.” He looks at you with determination. “Now let's get out of this place.”
You scoff, letting him gently drag you toward the entrance, your hand in his. “Foul place, yeah?”
“Oh yeah.” Gregor glares at the front desk as you pass. “And I'm not talking about the smell.”
You and Gregor walk side by side at a slow pace. He doesn't seem to mind. It feels like you're walking on air, and Gregor's warm hand in yours is the only anchor you have. Your fatigue takes over your gait that he can't help but realize that you probably won't survive the journey to the speeder lot awake.
Gregor squeezes your hand. You meet his gaze, warm brown eyes gentle. “Do you mind if I carry you?” your roommate asks. “You look like you're going to faint again, cyar'ika.”
Your exhaustion doubles and you can feel it and if you turn around you can even still see the infirmary behind you. You haven't walked that far.
So you just nod, not having the strength to argue or care enough that other people would see—hence proves him right. Gregor smiles at you reassuringly, a gesture that reminds you of an older sibling you've never had, before shifting your bag to the front of his chest and kneeling in front of you, his back to you.
“It’s okay,” he assures you, when you very carefully try not to slump your entire weight on him. “Just lean on me. You'll be fine.”
You manage a hum as you wrap your arms around his neck, the smell of aftershave and his cologne filling your nose. Gregor slips his hands under your knees and lifts himself up, your body snug and safe against his firm back. His body heat feels amazing.
“Good?” he checks in with you.
You purr and snuggle into his warm shoulder. “Good.”
“Okay.” You can hear the friendly smile in his voice. “Off we go!”
Now his walk is much firmer and faster, the eagerness to get you home so you can rest and sleep the entire day and the next permeating through and through. Sadly he's not fast enough to the point that the interior of your campus blurs as you pass through vast hallways and a series of floor-to-ceiling windows off one side through which Coruscant Prime shines through. It's good weather today, but your exhaustion knows no bounds.
“So what happened?” Gregor asks, cutting through your fatigue as you recall your memories.
“Been feeling terrible this morning,” you mumble.
“This morning—seriously? Stars you're so stubborn, aren't ya?” His tone spikes in disbelief. You can feel the rumble of his voice on his throat. “You couldn't take a day off instead, and tell your friends?”
“Can't day off,” you grunt, “Credits. Presence. Need to pass.”
Gregor sighs. “Guess it's fair enough.” He swerves around a crowd of students who definitely give both of you a long curious look. “But you wanna know something else you could've done?”
“What?”
“You could've told me,” he hums. “Before I leave for work. Comm me or something if you weren't able to wake up. I could help you, y'know.”
When you were lying in the infirmary you thought about that. The regret blooms even further. “Sorry.”
Gregor grunts in disagreement, gently and momentarily leaning his head against yours to reassure you. “Don't be, okay?”
“But it's my fault.”
“It's not your fault that you got sick,” he goes on to argue, but his tone isn't venomous. Brotherly, more like. “Your assignments were piling, your deadlines are approaching while your projects are barely half done, plus your finals.” He may not know what it feels like but he gets the general idea. Missions after missions that they just wouldn't stop. “Cyar'ika, I know you went to sleep at 0500 three times last week. The consequences were just about time, and you've had that just today.”
“I don't need you to nag an overstimulated ill person, Gregor.”
“Okay, sorry.” An ‘ow’ escapes him when you lay a weak slam of your fist onto his chest. “But the point is, you gotta know when to take a break,” Gregor says to you gently. “Multitasking is great, but your body sometimes can't oblige what your mind and your urges want you to do.”
You let the word stew. You would never throw advice from a war veteran out of the airlock. Gregor has seen a lot, and suffered a lot. He told you his story once; the time when he was stranded and suffered amnesia, got blown up and survived although his old armor paid the price, and since then you've been taking care of each other. Being roommates helps to check in on one another. Not one of you would ever want to leave the other behind.
You finally reach the speeder lot, an open area right under the sun. Turns out the wind is quite chilly today, so you're grateful for the absence of potential heatstroke. Instead you're grateful for Gregor's body heat against you keeping you warm.
“So next time, if it's urgent—and I mean only if it's really urgent,” he tells you, “I'll give you something from my medpack. It'll help.”
“You really would sacrifice your rationed stimshots?”
“Darling, it's not just stimshots. Flu shots, immune shots, every kind of shots that we take routinely.”
“Yeah, but… for me?” Your bewildered tone urges him to be even more determined about his decision. He only smiles along as you attempt to reject him. “It's yours, Gregor. You don't need to.”
“And you have lots to do. More than what I have to do daily.” He gently taps his head against yours again. His hands squeeze your legs reassuringly. “You’re growing, you're dreaming—you're in uni. You need all the energy, rest, and support that you can get. Okay?”
You're silent again, but not minding at all if you accidentally fall asleep on him. It'd be great, actually, since the argument would end there and his decision is final. “Okay,” you concede, snuggling into his neck again. “Thanks, Gregor. Really mean it.”
“Don't mention it,” he chuckles fondly. Your speeder is in view. “You become a huge sap when you're sick. It's cute.”
“Only if it's with you,” you mumble tiredly, but you can't resist a smile. “And you like hugs.”
His chest rumbles with laughter. “No wrong in that, vod'ika. No wrong in that.”
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