#hunter can smell it cooking from across pabu

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I just know that retired Wrecker can smoke a mean brisket.

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

i'm not trying to replace you (only hold on to your memory)

@summer-of-bad-batch bonus prompt "Can you braid my hair?"

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Hunter, Omega, Tech (mentioned) Set after the finale when everyone is living happily on Pabu Word Count: ~1950 Read Here on AO3

Synopsis: Omega misses the quiet rituals that had been hers and Tech's alone, and turns to Hunter for comfort.

Author's Note:- You all know @kybercrystals94, right? The brilliant mastermind behind the Summer of Bad Batch event? Detail Work is one of Kyber's earliest fics, and one of my favourites. When the hair braiding prompt came up during voting for the event I immediately had an idea for a story that occupies the hollow space of Omega's loss, and leads perfectly into my fic Beach Days & Hair Braiding So go read Detail Work and show Kyber some love, and enjoy this slice of Hunter comforting Omega too! :)

“Hunter!”

The tone of Omega’s cry had Hunter on instant alert, head jerking up from his task stirring the dinner. Omega flew in through the door, running straight at him and into his chest, face buried in his apron.

“Woah,” he soothed, carefully laying the sauce-stained wooden spoon atop the pot and instead cupping one hand to the back of her head, smoothing her hair as he brought his other arm round her shoulders in an awkward embrace. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” came the muffled reply. It was the least-convincing lie he had heard since Wrecker claimed he wasn’t the one who had devoured the entire tray of delicately-prepared dainties Hunter had made specially for one of Echo and Crosshair’s visits.

“Nothing,” he echoed sceptically. He settled her more firmly in his embrace, dropping his head to press a soft kiss to the top of her hair. “Alright then. I guess if nothing is up, I’ll just hold you for no reason… ‘til you’re ready to talk?”

He let his voice lift the sentence into a question, and Omega’s answering nod bobbed against his chest. Hunter squeezed her tightly, pressing reassurance into her with both arms now as they stood in the quiet kitchen and listened to the pots bubble on the stove.

After a while Hunter began to hum a tuneless, absent-minded rhythm, the noise vibrating through his chest and to Omega. Her breathing was evening out now, although he could still feel the pressure of her hands bunched tightly in his shirt-front through the apron.

The apron had been a gift from Omega who had gotten tired of helping him wash the food-splatter stains out of his shirts when he first started learning to cook. Wrecker was much better at cooking than he was, and endlessly teased his brother about being unable to smell when his food was burned or over-seasoned despite his enhanced senses. But Hunter persevered, determined to prove himself capable as more than a weapon of war – to be able to provide for his family in more ways than simply defending them from danger.

“Need to stir this,” he cautioned, nudging the toes of his boots against Omega’s feet. Obediently she lifted them one at a time, standing onto his feet, and let him waddle-shuffle them round so he could face the cooker again, reaching out to retrieve the spoon and attend to the bubbling pot.

Hunter shifted his arm lower across her back, holding her close to him and away from the hot pans.

“Think I made too much,” he said conversationally. “Who shall we invite round for dinner to eat the excess tonight?”

“No-one,” mumbled Omega against his chest. Her hands finally relaxed their death-grip on his shirt, only to go round his middle instead. She turned her face to the side, cheek resting on his chest, and her words became easier to make out. “You can save the leftovers for another day. We should have a quiet night.”

Something was definitely up, but Hunter merely rested his chin on her head as he worked and hummed an agreement.

“Sure, kid. Whatever you want,” he promised.

When everything was cooked – at least, Hunter hoped it was properly cooked – he turned off the heat and carried Omega, still standing on his feet, in the same awkward waddle across the tiny kitchen to retrieve plates.

“Not as easy as when you were small,” he lamented with a smile, and that at last drew a giggle from Omega as she hopped down from his feet to help set the cutlery out.

Hunter’s gaze turned pensive as he watched her, though he quickly smoothed the expression into a smile when Omega glanced his way. She had grown so much in the months since they had settled on Pabu – finally, full-time, no half-commitments, settled down. For good.

She still bore the scars of her trauma from Tantiss, probably always would. Kriff, they all did. But each day that passed with more smiles than pain was a victory, and the longer they went without the shadow of the Empire darkening their lives, the more fully Omega relaxed.

Like she finally believed she might be safe.

Even then, she had the occasional day like this.

Plating up their meal and setting both dishes on the small table, Hunter sat opposite Omega. He cast one of his brief smiles her way, before turning his attention to his food.

“So what have you been up to today?” he asked, tone light and conversational; he wasn’t a sergeant asking for a debrief any more. Not to mention that the open question would let Omega tell him as much – or as little – as she was ready to.

“Me and the boys–” meaning the clones Mox, Stak and Deke, “spent the morning cleaning the bay from last night’s storm,” Omega told him, shovelling food into her mouth. At least she hadn’t lost her appetite. “There was loads of cool stuff washed up there. Oh!”

She paused, laying down her cutlery, and reached into her jacket.

A wan smile lit her face behind the hesitation in her eyes, but she looked straight at Hunter as she said, “I made this for you.”

She pulled forth a length of string, coiled and knotted, and threaded with a spiral shell at the bottom. The twine – old fisher-net rope, if Hunter judged it correctly – was pushed through a natural perforation near the top of the shell, and the whole thing still carried the salt-rich scent of the ocean.

“It’s a necklace,” Omega supplied, as though it needed the explanation.

Hunter reached out and took it from her, carefully turning the shell in his hands and admiring the gentle intricacy of the spiral and the soft iridescence as it caught the light. Then he looped the string over his head, letting the shell hang against his sternum, over his heart.

“I love it,” he told her with a genuine grin, continuing to hold the shell with his left hand as with his right he resumed eating. “Did you find anything else?”

“Some tarpaulin we can probably patch,” she said, “and… I think it’s part of the Marauder’s nav console?” And she produced a dented metal cylinder, the transparisteel cover cracked and broken.

Hunter nodded, inspecting the part. When the Marauder exploded – was destroyed – debris had scored the mountain-face of the island near the docks, and been scattered wide into the ocean. They were still finding pieces all this time later.

“We can probably repurpose it for something,” he said, setting it down to continue his meal. “What did you do with the rest of the day?”

“I was helping Phee rewire her ship–”

Omega’s words choked off and she stuffed a huge forkful of food into her mouth to cover it. Hunter had noticed though. He watched as Omega chewed, gaze downcast and eyes too-bright, and knew they were getting close to what had upset her.

“Something happen with Phee?” he asked carefully, nudging her ankle under the table to show his support.

“Not really,” said Omega with a head-shake, then abruptly, “Can you braid my hair?”

“What?”

Hunter blinked, nonplussed at the sudden turn in conversation and Omega’s demanding tone. She was staring at him with a hard, uncompromising line to her mouth, the corners just downturned, and with her brown eyes shining with near-tears she looked for all the world the same as his brothers had when they were stubborn cadets. Probably looked like he had, too.

“I, uh…” He glanced at her blonde hair, the lengths escaping her pony-tail tucked behind her ears. “I don’t know how,” he admitted, then gestured vaguely. “Why don’t you ask Lyana?”

It was the wrong thing to say. Omega’s expression closed off, her gaze dropping away from his once more.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said, then pushed her plate away. “I’m finished. Gonna have an early night–”

“Now hang on a second–” Hunter stood with her, chair scraping on the floor as he stepped quickly to block her path. She wouldn’t look at him but she didn’t shrug him off as he rested a hand on her upper arm, rubbing soothingly. “Omega. Why do you want me to braid your hair?” he asked, making sure to put the gentle emphasis in the right place.

Omega sniffed, and at last those threatened tears beaded on her lashes, starting to track down her tanned cheeks.

“I miss Tech,” she whispered, voice wobbling a little through the tears she fought to swallow. “He used to braid my hair for me. I… I was hoping you would…”

She trailed off hopelessly, and with a sympathetic noise Hunter pulled her back into a hug, holding her close and swaying slightly.

Casting his mind back, he remembered coming back from supply runs to find Omega with a neat pair of braids in her still-short hair, tied carefully at the nape of her neck. He pressed his cheek tightly against her hair now, giving her ponytail a gentle flick.

“Tech did your hair?” he asked with a smile, surprised to find the thickness of grief in his throat as he spoke. “I always thought you did it yourself.”

Omega gave a laugh which was almost a sob. “I found some instructions on the holonet but I couldn’t get it right. Tech was… Tech was so good at detail work.” She was trembling in his arms, but this was good, that she was releasing the pressure of her grief instead of keeping it inside for fear of upsetting her brothers. “I was hoping… You might be able to…”

Hunter angled his head, pressing a fond kiss to her temple and holding her tightly. “Of course,” he murmured, voice holding a promise he didn’t know how to deliver, but Force help him he’d try. “I’d be honoured.”

She relaxed a little into his arms, a shudder of grief passing between them as he willed love into her. Eventually she pulled back, swiping at her tear-stained cheeks with her sleeve, but she was smiling.

“You’ll learn to do it then? Braid my hair?”

Hunter nodded fervently. “I’ll find someone to teach me.”

He reached up, stroking the stray ends of her hair that clung to her damp cheeks and brushing them back so he could see her face, blotchy and pink with crying. He took her cheeks in his hands, holding her face gently cupped as he smiled down at her. Letting a glimpse of his own sorrow leach past his usual mask, he breathed out a sigh.

“Can’t promise I’ll be as good at it as Tech,” he cautioned, playfully flipping the ends of her hair. “Your hair always looked lovely like that, Omega.” He smiled, keeping one hand cupped to her cheek. “He’d be so proud of how you’ve grown.”

Omega sniffed, but now she was smiling even if it was with an ache of sadness.

“I think I’m still going to have that early night,” she said, stepping back at last.

Hunter let his arms drop to his sides, a slow movement that ached with the reticence of releasing her, but that was his role in her life now. Learning to let her go. Still being here when she needed to run home to his arms.

“Sure thing, kid,” he said softly, offering her one last pat to the shoulder. “I’ll clean up out here.”

“Maybe… I could keep my door open?” suggested Omega. “So I can hear you?”

Hunter smiled and gave her a gentle push towards her room.

“Whatever you want,” he promised, and he meant it.

Whatever she wanted. Whatever she needed.

He would be there for her.

Time to learn to braid hair.

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You Are Eternal

The Bad Batch

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“What if you don’t have a body?” Omega had asked Lyana as they watched the boat glowing bright towards the horizon. “Like if someone’s lost at sea?” “Then we send an empty boat or a lantern with their name on it, and hope their spirit finds rest,” answered Lyana. A year after the escape and destruction of Tantiss, the clones gather from across the galaxy to remember the fallen.

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Overhead the stars are just beginning to glimmer through the darnkening haze of the horizon. Like most evenings on Pabu, tonight is mild and breezy, carrying the smell of the sea and tropical flowers around the island. Omega breathes it in, tasting the freedom in the wind. It’s been one year since their fiery escape from Tantiss. It feels both like it was forever ago and yesterday.

She stands on of one of Pabu’s rocky beaches with her brothers. All her brothers, not just Clone Force 99. There are the  handful of clones who chose to remain on Pabu, as well as Echo and Rex and some of their troopers. Even Emerie has flown in from who knows where and stands nervously at the edge of the gathering. They wanted to celebrate their freedom, and remember the fallen. It’s not quite one of the usual festivals held by the people of Pabu. The mood seems somewhere between sombre and fond, not cheerful or excited, and none of the other residents of Pabu have joined them to give the clones a moment for themselves.

Omega feels like she’s in a dream. It doesn’t feel quite real, and she’s sure that if she acknowledges any of it, everything will feel all too real. So she’s stuck somewhere between her memories and her body, and all she wants is this to be over so she can go back to the tentative normalcy of life on Pabu. At her side Hunter frowns at the crowd. He looks just as enthused about the gathering as Omega.

“Is it time yet?” asks Omega.

“Not yet. Tide’s just starting to ebb so it’ll be a little while yet. Why don’t you try some of what Wrecker’s cooking up,” suggests Hunter.

Omega glances over to where Wrecker is manning a large, scrapped-together barbecue with several large fish and fruits roasting over coals. It smells good, but she’s not really feeling hungry. She doesn’t really know what to feel, whether to be one of the happier revellers who is remembering the good times, or to be one of the quieter ones, grieving her brother still. But the look on Hunter’s face makes her nod and wander over towards Wrecker.

“Omega!” says Wrecker as soon as he spots her coming. “This is great. Everybody seems to like my cooking, guess those lessons with Shep paid off.”

“Guess so,” says Omega with a half-smile.

Up close the fish smells even more delicious. Omega examines the pieces on the grill. They’re covered in some kind of dark sauce and cleaned of any bones. “What did you make?”

“Something special. Here, try some.”

Wrecker makes quick work of scooping some fish and roasted fruit into a bowl for her and handing it to her with a spoon. Omega blows on it to cool it off before scooping some up and taking a bite. The fish is perfectly cooked and the sauce is savoury and salty, blending perfectly with the sweetness of the fruit. Omega’s stomach does an unsettling flip anyways. Under the glow of Wrecker’s excited grin she finishes her bowl, but with every bite her stomach protests the food.

“It was delicious Wrecker, thank you,” says Omega through a forced smile.

“You sure? Not too salty or anything?”

“Nope,” she says and hands Wrecker back the bowl so he can toss it in his tub of dirty dishes. “Really, it was good. I’m just not that hungry.”

Wrecker’s face softens into understanding. “Listen, Omega, if you don’t want to be here, you can sneak away. I’ll cover for you.”

Somehow the thought of sneaking away to sit at home alone is worse than being in a crowd of people who aren’t all on the same page about how to feel about the party. At home she’d be alone with her thoughts and nothing to distract her. At least here she can glance through the crowd of familiar faces and see her brothers with her. Being alone in the house would be too much like being alone in her cell on Tantiss.

“I’ll stay,” she tells Wrecker in a low voice. “I need to.”

There’s far too much understanding in Wrecker’s eyes, and for a moment Omega wonders if he volunteered to cook just so he would have something to do with himself while they waited for night to fall in its entirety.

“Okay. But if you want you can always help me out here.”

“Thanks, Wrecker. But you know I’m not so good at cooking.”

“Aw come on, setting things on fire is part of the process,” says Wrecker with a booming laugh.

Omega smiles a little, feeling a little bit lighter. As Wrecker goes to say something else another clone comes up to the grill to ask for some food. While he’s distracted Omega slips away into the crowd. Around her the energy picks up the darker it gets, with the chatter getting louder, the scattered laughter more sharp. She wonders whether or not this whole thing was a good idea after all. It seemed like it all those months ago when she first pitched the idea.

A few months after they escaped Tantiss for good, one of the elders living on Pabu died. An older Mirialan man who used to help mend fishing nets. There had been a funeral, the first Omega experienced on Pabu, and instead of trying to bury him in the rocky ground, they had sent him out on a boat, resting atop fishing nets and garlands of flowers, with lanterns around the edge made to catch alight as the boat got further from shore. Omega had thought it beautiful, in a way.

“What if you don’t have a body?” Omega had asked Lyana as they watched the boat glowing bright towards the horizon. “Like if someone’s lost at sea?”

“Then we send an empty boat or a lantern with their name on it, and hope their spirit finds rest,” answered Lyana.

Omega had brought it up to her brothers, who brought it up to the other clones on the island, who brought it up to Rex and his men, until it exploded into this; a night to remember all the clones lost, one year after Tantiss. Now that they’re in the thick of it she thinks she might have preferred to do something quiet, or not remember the day at all. Though she is free, her escape is still full of memories of being handcuffed and dragged away from her brothers, of seeing Hunter in pain and Crosshair barely standing and his dominant hand rendered to a bloody stump, of Wrecker shouldering his wounds to get them all out. Worst of all, now those memories mingle with the grief of losing Tech.

The wind blows cool against her cheek and Omega shivers, though not just with the cold. She tries to tear her thoughts away, breathing deep through her nose like she does for meditation. It takes a moment but she fends off being overwhelmed for another few minutes. She scrubs at her cheeks, willing them not to let any tears fall, and feels a prickle on the back of her neck.

Omega follows the sensation, glancing up to see Crosshair sitting high above the festivities on an outcropping of rock. Though she can’t make out his features in the dark, there’s no mistaking that skinny frame, nor the one of the hulking lurca hound next to him. She gives him a wave that he doesn’t return, instead she sees him shift, the line of his shoulders narrowing to tell her he’s turning to look out across the water.

“He could come down and join us,” says Hunter.

Omega jumps a little, turning to face him. She hadn’t heard him approach.

“It’s okay.”

“This night is for everyone,” says Hunter. “He should be with us.”

“He is, he’s just doing it in his own way, that’s all.”

Hunter sighs, but doesn’t push the point further. “It’s time. You want to stand with me down by the water?”

The words hang heavy over Omega. It’s time. She nods, her throat suddenly tight. She follows Hunter down to the water’s edge. The waves are quiet as the tide ebbs away. Around her the other clones press in at her back, though somehow Echo finds his way to her side, his flesh hand coming up to rest on her shoulder. Slowly the chatter around them dies down until all that can be heard is the sound of the waves against the rocks.

Then, through the silence and the stillness, Omega spots the first lantern. The orange glow of the flame flickered against its white paper body, illuminating the names written all over it. Another follows, then another, until the sea is lit brightly enough by the orange glow to rival the light of the moon. Some of the lanterns have so many names scrawled across them it’s almost impossible to see the light coming from within. Omega spots her own quickly enough. In her clinical, precise handwriting she had written Tech’s name and his designation number large enough to wrap all the way around the lantern. Near the bottom was a much smaller name, an addition by Crosshair, reading Mayday.

Watching the lanterns float out to see makes the lump in Omega’s throat grow. It's like Tech’s leaving them all over again. She sniffles, trying to be quiet and wipes at her face without disturbing Echo’s hand on her shoulder. He must notice anyway, as he adjusts to rub soothingly between her shoulder blades.  

Then, from somewhere deep in the crowd a singular voice says in full battle volume; “Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum!”

The tears stop before they’ve even begun. Omega has never heard the language before and has no idea what the words mean. Before she can ask, most of the others, including Echo, repeat the strange words. Their voices ring out over the water. The words are comforting somehow, even if she doesn’t understand them.

Echo catches her eye and must see the confusion on her face. He bends down to her level and speaks in a low voice.

“It’s a mando’a phrase,” he explains. “Cody in the 212th taught it to me after my first mission. Translated it’s: ‘I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal.’ It means that while we are here to remember them, they will never truly be gone.”

The explanation eases something in Omega’s chest. It makes everything around her feels more real, the lantern lights brighter as they float towards the horizon. She takes a deep breath, truly managing to taste the salt air on her tongue. She’s no longer somewhere between her mind and her body. She’s herself once again.

“Say it again?” asks Omega.

“Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum.”

“Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum,” says Omega, her teeth catching on the unfamiliar words.

Echo smiles at her and pats her shoulder. “You speak it well.”

It’s a lie, but Omega flushes under the praise anyway. She turns to watch the lanterns once more, whispering the phrase again. It does not erase the horrors of the year before but it eases the hurt to have this phrase, this belief that even though Tech is gone, as long as she remains, he will be there in some way.  Even if only in her memories.

Though the others begin to chatter amongst themselves once more, Omega stays at the shoreline with the waves licking at the toes of her boots. Hunter and Echo stand at her side both solid pillars to lean against. She watches the lanterns until they start winking out in the distant darkness where sky and sea are no longer distinguishable. Soon enough the sea is dark once more. A part of her hopes they will do this again, next year. Maybe the next one will ease the nightmares left by her time in Tantiss.

[zoeykallus]

I find myself thinking about Wrecker finding his person through food. Do you mind doing a small snippet of Wrecker finding out the one who cooks the delicious food to be the one eating with the group next to him on Pabu( more fem!reader) ? Wrecker compliments her work and she says she is happy to cook more for him anytime with a bright smile. only for Wrecker to find himself touched by that. Along with his feelings. ✨✨

Then later, how would he approach to ask her on a date? With her offering to cook one of her favorite dishes.

Aloha!

Oh yes, I can totally see this happen in my mind's eye. Let me write it down for you 😁

Wrecker x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Delicious

Fluff/Comfort/Flirting

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Pabuu has changed in some ways since the boys of the Bad Batch arrived, at least for you. An excited curiosity has entered the peaceful idyll. One of them, whom they call Wrecker, has piqued your interest. Big, strong, lively, helpful. He helps everywhere, always has a helping hand ready when you ask him, you have already observed this several times. You have already noticed that you have a common passion, food. Wrecker is an epicure who is curious about all kinds of dishes, and you have a talent for cooking, which is very versatile. So far, you've only ever watched the guys with a bit of distance, especially Wrecker. Here and there, you threw him a shy smile when he looked at you, and he smiled happily back. You don't know that his gaze has followed you curiously several times after such moments, that you have already drawn his attention. The reconstruction of the lower levels of Pabuu, after the tidal wave, is exhausting and will take several more days. The boys of the Bad Batch are also working diligently all day. On one of these busy days, you prepare dinner for the boys. You are excited, it is the first time you cook for them, the first time Wrecker will enjoy your cooking. The table is finally set, and you sit down at the table a little hesitantly, nervously with a tentative little smile. They don't really know who you are or that you made the food, you never really introduced yourself. So at first they are confused when you sit down with them, but none of them object. You sit there, not eating anything yourself at first, just watching the guys fill their plates and sampling from the food. Hunter eats thoughtfully, slowly, savoring and tasting a bit of everything. Echo inspects his food very closely at first, smelling it, looking at it from all sides, poking at it a bit before tasting it. Finally, you see a surprised, satisfied expression on his face.

Omega does virtually everything exactly as Hunter does, slowly deliberating, sampling from everything, in the same order. Tech takes holo photos of his food before tasting it, he has his datapad in hand on the side, searching for the recipe as he absentmindedly shoves one bite after another into his mouth. Sitting directly across from you is Wrecker. Even sitting at the table, he looks huge. He reaches out hungrily, taking several different things at once, and begins to eat with fervor. "Oh maker, this is good, better than good, fantastic!" Your heart beats faster in your chest as you look at him, smiling broadly. "I'm glad to hear that" All eyes are on you for a moment, and you feel a shiver run down your spine, but the attention you receive is benevolent. "You made this?" asks Wrecker, who has barely swallowed the bite he has in his mouth. You nod with a nervous little laugh. "I knew you were special." When you look at him in surprise, he continues, "I've known that since the moment I first saw you, the day before the flood, you were on that terrace back there," pointing behind him to the building across the street. "You remember that?" Wrecker grins and shoves a piece of your freshly baked bread into his mouth. "Sure! Man, this bread is amazing!" You beam at him with satisfaction, "I'll be happy to cook for you again.... You guys, I mean, anytime." Wrecker's eyes go wide. "Really?"

You nod and shyly grab a piece of bread to keep your hands busy as well. "Great!" cheers Wrecker, and then he looks at Hunter, "Can I keep her?" Hunter has to laugh and almost spits his food back onto his plate in the process. He clears his throat and says with amusement, "You can't keep her, she's not a toy, is she?" Wrecker laughs heartily and winks at you, "I know, I'm just kidding." After a brief pause, he asks you gently, "Hey, Kitchen Goddess, do you want to come to the beach with me? After dinner, I mean. I was going to catch some of those fish you only come across here in the dark, could use some company." You blink in surprise and ask, "You want to catch moon snapper? Those are pretty big, strong fish." Wrecker laughs, leans a little in your direction and says with a wink, "And I'm a pretty big, strong man, don't worry, it'll work out." Your face gets all warm, and you can't help but smile at him. "I'll be very happy to accompany you" Wrecker bangs the table joyfully, making almost everyone present cringe in shock. "Sorry" he says briefly to the crowd, grabs the rest of the bread, stands up and says, "Come with me" You blink in surprise, but follow him without asking any questions. Wrecker gets his fishing gear, shoves the rest of the bread in his mouth, and grins at you.

"I hear moon snapper are a delicacy," he says. "They are," you confirm as you walk beside him down to the beach. "Can you prepare the fish?" he asks curiously. "Yeah, sure," you say with a smirk. Wrecker licks his lips and says, "If I catch one, could you make a midnight snack for both of us?" You laugh in amusement and nod, "For you, with pleasure, Wrecker." He beams at you and says dreamily, "My kitchen goddess, you are a dream come true for this soldier" Again heat rises in your cheeks, you can't help but look up at him in admiration as he walks there beside you, the smile with which he now looks at you, full of affection and yet almost a little shy.

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