Star Wars One-Shots

No Reason Yet To Die

Author's Note: This was a request by Thsle on ao3, and it's for the 501st Bingo square "mutual pining". :') 

Yes, it will huuuurt. ;) 

PS. Also, it includes a reference to our headcanon that Rey is Anakin's reincarnation. :D

 ~ Amina Gila

Kix wakes up in a different world. He wakes to a world where the Clone Wars are a distant memory, and all his brothers are dead. He wakes to a world where his General is hardly even remembered as the good man he once was. But he's not alone in this new world. When he wakes, it's also to a familiar ghost at his side.

When Kix first wakes up, everything is jumbled and confused. Hazy. He's not sure where he is or what's happening, and he vaguely remembers talking, his thoughts, and fragments of what he remembered, tumbling out before he passed out again.

"Skywalker. Get me General Skywalker!"

The next time Kix wakes up, he's a little more coherent. He looks around, warily assessing his surroundings. He doesn't know where he is, but he recognizes nothing around him. He's in a medbay somewhere, a small one, probably on a small starship. It's not a Republic ship, though, and a pit opens up in his gut.

The last thing he remembers clearly was being put into statis to be transported to the Sith after a long interrogation by the Separatists. He knew that he had to get out, had to warn everyone about what he'd discovered, but then...

The door opens, and it's a stranger who enters, probably a pirate if Kix had to guess. "You're awake," he states, moving closer.

"Where am I?" he rasps out, pushing himself upright on the cot. His head spins, and he closes his eyes, breathing in slowly a few times before the dizziness fades enough for him to look towards the figure. "What's happening?" That's a safe question, at least.

But the answer he gets is not the one he'd expected. He's only half certain he's awake, and not hallucinating, as he's told about how he was in statis for decades, and how the Clone Wars ended with the destruction of the Jedi Order and the Republic's fall into an Empire. He's told about how the Empire was destroyed and replaced by the New Republic, and how all the Republic clone troopers are now dead.

Except him.

Kix listens, and he just feels... numb.

He thinks he should be upset, maybe, that he was unable to prevent it all from coming about. He thinks he ought to be angry that he was separated from all of his brothers, that he wasn't by their side as the world came down around them.

The stranger gives him a datapad to catch up on galactic history and then, leaves him alone.

He scrolls aimlessly for a short while, feeling despair drag him lower and lower. All he did, and it was for nothing in the end. He couldn't stop it. Fives couldn't stop it. None of them could. They were never anything other than pawns in a twisted game, and they lost. Shock gives way to grief, and he puts down the datapad, staring blankly, thinking about all the brothers he knew, wondering what happened to them, how they died. Wondering... too many things. Wondering things that he'll never get an answer to.

He's all alone in this strange, new galaxy, so different from everything he remembers. There is no one here who can even begin to understand anything about his life, not after so much time has passed.

What happened to General Skywalker? Natborns live longer than clones do, but Kix is too afraid to hope for anything positive, not with the knowledge that the Jedi were destroyed hanging over his head. He can't imagine his General being dead, but he knows how likely it is anyway. Despite himself, he looks it up.