I can patch you up | tech x reader
warnings: mentions of injury and bruises, mention of past medical trauma/medical anxiety
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Doing target practice with a broken hand probably wasn’t the best idea you’ve ever had.
You didn’t want anyone worrying about you or making you sit out on a mission, so you kept to yourself about accidentally rolling a metal storage crate onto your hand.
After a few minutes though, you had enough of the pain. You snuck away and back onto the ship so you could find a med kit and rest your hand for a little while.
You start searching through the many storage compartments, but come up empty handed.
You let out a sigh and trudge your way up to the cockpit, but stop in your tracks when you see tech on his data pad.
You’re about to turn around and walk away but it’s too late, “I thought you were practicing”, he says without looking up from his data pad.
You subtly move your hand out of view, “Yeah, I just wanted a break is all.”
Tech looks up at you, “You’re worse at lying than wrecker, are you aware of that?”
You sigh, hating the fact that he’s so good at reading you, “I was just looking for a med kit.”
“For your injured hand, I suppose?”
You whip your head to face him, “How did you know about that?”
He sets his data pad down, “I seem to know a lot of things, especially when they concern you.”
You let the barest hint of a smile grace your lips, “Yeah?”
Tech looks you in the eyes, “My head is often filled with war strategies, probabilities and facts about the galaxy that surrounds us, but you’ve made your way in there too, somehow.”
You fight any redness that wants to rise to your face, “Good.”
His tone becomes a little playful, “You do enjoy the thought of me being distracted by you during missions, don’t you?”
You shrug, “It’s not something I’m against.”
Techs face changes a little bit, seeming to snap out of a trance that you often put him in, “Enough stalling. Come sit. I will patch you up.”
“I’m fine, it’s not a big deal-“
“I do not remember any part of my statement being a question. Sit.”
You sigh, “Yeah, okay”, you sit next to him as he takes out the med kit.
Tech takes out a small vial of bacta spray, holds out his hand and does a little “give me your hand” motion.
You slowly put your shaky and bruised hand in his and tense slightly, which tech notices, “Why are you nervous?”
He starts to spray your hand as you scoff, “I am not nervous.”
Tech puts the spray down and examines your hand gently, like he’s afraid the slightest touch will cause you pain.
He brings your hand closer to his face, “Like I said earlier, lying is not a strength of yours.”
You can’t help the small laugh that bubbles out of you. You swear you can see tech slightly smile afterward.
You sigh, “The medics on kamino weren’t the nicest. I freaked hunter out once because he tried to reset my shoulder and I nearly had a panic attack.”
You avert your gaze from techs and become nervous. What if he thinks you’re being ridiculous or dramatic? What if he thinks it was weird to say that out loud?
He begins to wrap your hand with medical tape, “Kamino was… unpleasant, to say the least. However, there’s nothing to be afraid of anymore, unless you let crosshair wrap up an injury. Last time I let him do that it was horribly uneven.”
You relax almost immediately. Tech had a way of calming your nerves like nobody else. His logic and honesty was so comforting and reassuring to you. You’d be a mess without it.
“There you go”, he says as he finishes, still holding onto your hand.
Your voice comes out soft, “Thanks, tech.”
He looks at you, his brown eyes bringing nothing but warm feelings to you. After a few seconds he clears his throat and lets go of your hand.
Tech looks away, trying to busy himself with his data pad again, “Well, if you need anymore patching up, you know where to find me.”
“Everything okay?”
He glances at you for a second but goes back to his data pad, “Yes. I am fine.”
You bite your lip to hide your smile, “You’re just as bad at lying as wrecker”, you repeat his words back to him.
You see him blink at the ground, “What’re you thinking about?”
“How do you know that that is what I was doing?”
“I notice things about you too, tech.”
Before he can say anything, you speak up again, “That’s your thinking face. The one where you’re blinking or looking at the ground. And when you think something is funny, you put your hands on your hips.”
He seems to think for a few more seconds before he sighs, “Like I said before, you are very distracting. To be quite frank, your beauty is like none i’ve ever seen before.”
Before you can say anything back, wrecker appears from around a corner, “Am I really that bad of a liar?”
You and tech share a look before turning back to wrecker, “Yes, wrecker”, y’all say in unison.
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It’s Tech Tuesday, and oh my gravy, my little giblets, have I dropped something for you!
As promised, here’s Tech, post Far Past the Ring. With a beard and a sweet MCRN suit, because….
- He’s captain of the frigate Enkidu and Chief Systems Engineer of the Transport Union.
- He’s part of Camina Drummer’s family now.
- He’s gone full Belter.
- The Empire is going to feel his tungsten toed foot up their butt.
I think he’d adjust his armor to have some flavors of his old life: he still has his pouches, the lights on his hands and arm computer, and painted the pauldrons with Mandalorian yellow for vengeance and bull horns in reference to Enkidu himself.
(I’d like to think Naomi or Prax told him the story of Gilgamesh and Enkidu, and he made the connection between himself and Camina)
(He’s not married to Camina, FWIW)
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