Star Wars Imagines

Kids Will Be Kids - Crosshair (Fluff)

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I had come to be loved, to be accepted, to be cherished. I think that's what made my heart become tied to the boys. And Omega. They were all strong willed, loving and dedicated men. They all treated me like I was one of them - I was in on the boy talk, in on the gossip about troopers, I knew all of it. That much made me smile.

Hunter was the one that took me in. I was the shriek in the same corridor as Echo on Purkoll, screaming for help as the alarms went off. I was so close to being like him; an experiment, another life lost to the psychotic science of the separatists. But, they saved me, and I owed them my life. And I gave them that life every mission we went on, though they'd never let me die even if I was blown to pieces. Tech would find a way to keep the chunks of my body still working.

But, as we kept the ship on Takodana for Tech to manage repairs tonight, Omega was getting sleepy in the co-pilot's seat. Tech called me to take her as I always had when she started passing out. Originally Hunter did. Till he dropped her.

I had carried her up, ready to cover her up with her favorite blanket we had purchased on Ord Mantell, but, she snatched onto my hand, her big eyes opening wide. I let a wide grin take on my face as she begged me up to her small "bunk". The boys had their own, and making one for her was the sweetest thing they could have done. I offered to give up mine, but when the idea was brought up by Wrecker, my heart melted out of my chest.

So, there I laid with my legs bent and my feet softly resting on the floor, my hair laid out behind me as Omega ran her fingers through my locks. She loved my hair, the reason I could never put my finger on, but I loved letting her play with it. She hummed a tune that I often heard in the markets of Ord Mantell, looking at my hair as I watched her with a soft smile.

Omega had a puzzled look on her face though, almost in a sulking sort of way. She twirls a strand around her finger, letting it fall loose afterwards down to the floor. "Does Crosshair like women?" she asked, finally locking her chocolaty eyes with mine.

I almost sputter, my core tensing as I laughed. She started to smile through her confusion, giving off a little giggle.

"Yes, he does, he likes women a lot," I giggle, lightly flicking her knee in a teasing way. Her smile was something I lived for, her bangs falling over her eyebrows and hanging off her forehead. "What makes you ask that babes?"

Omega shrugged her shoulders, "Well, I've never even seen him talk to a girl, and he doesn't talk to you a lot."

"You don't have to talk to women to like them," I responded, feeling her start to comb her fingers back through. Knots that had formed from my head jerking in laughter to her question started to come loose around her small fingers.

She made eye contact again, "How would you know he likes women if he's never had a girlfriend?" She took a few strands of my hair, her elbows resting on her criss-crossed knees. She braided them, keeping her fingers busy.

"He has had girlfriends, babes. Me and your brothers haven't met them, but they've also had girlfriends we all have never met," I explained, my hands intertwining fingers and resting over my stomach.

"Why have you never met them?"

I took a moment to think, if there was even a way I could've worded it. Tech would've been able to, but I'd just have to think. After a few seconds of silence, I finally came up with a response.

"When you're older, 'Meg, you will understand that some people have girlfriends or boyfriends that they only see for one day. Some see those girlfriends or boyfriends again, but they mostly do not. Do you understand that?"