Star Wars One-Shots

Mindless

Author's Note: Technically, this is a sequel to "Stolen Dreams". :)

This is for the Bad Batch Appreciation Week. Day 4 is Wrecker. :D

PS. This is for the Bad Batch Bingo square of "Anxiety". ^-^

~ Amina Gila

In one universe, Clone Force 99 was raised apart. They share a dream connection, one which allowed them to grow up together. Their dreams only stop when together, and they have been, ever since their squad formed... until they weren't. Wrecker isn't ready to face his little brother again after Kamino, but something else is wrong, isn't it?

His little brother just shot him. Crosshair, no less.

Crosshair, who made Lula for Wrecker even if he didn't know he was real. Crosshair, who's always been there and been... not nice, exactly, but he would never... do this.

Focusing on Omega, who they've seen a few times throughout the years, and showing her around, is helpful, but it only goes so far. Not thinking about Crosshair or about the constant pain in his shoulder is the only thing keeping him sane.

He'd been trying not to fall asleep, simply fearing what would happen if he did. He doesn't want to awaken in their barracks again, only for Crosshair to be there, but Wrecker isn't fully sure he would be, anyway, considering what happened.

He left them.

He turned on them.

He – how could he do that?

He tried to kill them.

And that doesn't make any sense, because it is so unlike him. Why would...

But being with Omega is calming, and they finally sit down together, exhausted, and she dozes off against the wall. Despite himself, he finds himself doing the same...

Only to blink back to consciousness in their barracks again.

Wrecker groans. He doesn't want to be there. Doesn'twanttobehere, not when Crosshair could drop by any moment. They can't be physically hurt in the dream reality. They found that out years ago, when they were two years old, and Crosshair fell off their table. Wrecker was freaked out, but he got right up without a scratch.

They've been wondering what would happen if someone got shot there, but no one's brave or crazy enough to try.

He's pretty sure he will now, though.

His little brother shot him, tried to kill them, and –

"Wrecker?"

Oh, great.

He just groans. Hunter and Tech's bunks have never looked so empty before. He doesn't want to be here alone, and that's stupid.

There's a shuffling as Crosshair presumedly gets off his bunk.

Wrecker sits up anyway, picking up Lula, hugging her close to his chest, because hiding from Crosshair won't make him go away.

Crosshair moves into his line of sight, though he's keeping back a little, expression pinched. He looks scared, which is weird, and... he's still wearing his normal armor. They can wish-change their clothes here – that was something they realized on the rare times they were apart during the war – and Crosshair could just as well have been wearing the same armor he was in the hangar, but he's... not.

"Are – are you alright?" Crosshair asks.

Wrecker stares at him, mostly just confused. "Why'd you leave?" he blurts out finally, because that's what doesn't make any sense.