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First off, this is great and hilarious and filled my heart with happiness because you ADDED Crosshair in it and a quick interaction with him and Omega (they are my favorite characters and pairing for the brothers and sister).

Hi, I just wanted to say I posed my first Bad Batch fanfiction. It’s a one shot that is Tech centric. It’s posted on ao3 so I’ll drop the link to it if anybody would like to read it :)

Please feel free to leave a comment, I’d appreciate it.

"I am not alone" Part 1

Instead of 50 years, let's make it 30 years from when Kix was found from stasis.

Bad Batch passed away because of their accelerated aging

Omega wears a armor that haves a piece of each original armor

Omega is in her late 30s now

Thank you @shadowlight17 for being my beta reader in this fic!!! You where a huge help with my spell checking and making sure everything was good!!!

It’s been 30 years since the rise of the empire, and Omega had witnessed it all. She watched her fellow clones fall to the empire hands due to the chip, she was trained and raised by the elite squadron known as The Bad Batch, learning all sorts of skills from them before their untimely passing. For the first few years after their passing, Omega felt alone, realizing that she was the last clone from the facility. She never imagined or dream she would meet another who shared her face. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Ugh… That informant better have been right when she said I would find more supplies in this sector. It's impossible to find Separatist supplies nowadays…” Omega muttered to herself as she came out of hyperspace, reaching the planet Ponemah. It was an isolated planet, apparently the empire never got as far as this planet, and from what the informant had said the ship was practically untouched. Omega made her way down through the atmosphere, following the coordinates that were given to her, and to her surprise she found the old dreadnought ship lying where it had fallen.. “Bingo~” She chirped out, flipping a switch and powering the hyperdrive down. The landing sequence initiated, she scanned the landscape and scowled slightly at the dust stirring up with the disturbance. The ship settled onto its landing gear and Omega swung around, heading for the makeshift armory.

Her armor was a mix of her former mentor’s armor. Echo’s chest plate, Hunter’s helmet, Wrecker’s shoulder and arm pieces, which she had to weld to fit her own arms, Crosshair’s codpiece and leg piece, and last but not least, Tech’s backpack. The rest of their armor was laid neatly on their old bunks, everything in it was kept how it was when her family was last alive. She still didn’t have the heart to touch any of it, especially Lula. Once Omega was geared up, she made her way outside. The dust hitting her visor made it difficult to navigate, but she eventually found her way inside the downed ship. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, likely blown in from the surface, but nothing looked too damaged. Thus began her scavenging, everything she found useful she would drag inside her ship so she made sure to leave no room untouched. “This ship is a gold mine! I could probably sell some of this stuff...especially the deactivated droids! I know those will go for a good price.” Omega said to herself as she made her way to the last room of the ship; “I have a good feeling about this one.” She commentated as she forced the door open, shining a light inside the room. It was the most damaged one out of all of the rooms. She was sure she could still rummage and hopefully find something useful. Omega moved broken pieces, crates that had nothing in them, and wires that dangled from the ceiling. Nothing. “Well, that might be that…” The words echoed around the room and she turned to leave. Something tugged in her mind, something screaming that she left something big behind. “....One last look wouldn’t hurt” she exclaimed, turning around and lighting her flashlight once more. She looked over at a specific part of the room where there was a large piece of debris laying against the wall. Omega made her way over and pushed the debris off, gasping out loudly when she saw what was hidden behind it. A human. No, not just any human. A clone. Omega cried out and fell back, her breathing was shaky and she stared up at the pod that held the clone inside of it. How long had he been here, why was he here, who was he!? Those questions would need to be answered later, right now she had to get him out of there. Omega got back to her feet and quickly worked to get the clone out of the stasis pod. He was still in his armor and he was still young, as if he was stopped in time. He was also heavy. “Thank you Wrecker for all those weight exercises!” Omega giggled to herself as she carried the clone back to her ship. Omega had made her own bunk into a small med area. She was grateful that the clone was still alive somehow. She put him on oxygen and stripped his armor off, leaving him only in his blacks. Omega sat on a crate as she kept careful watch over him, his chest rising up and down with each breath he took. “How is this possible…” She muttered to herself. A part of her was worried about this clone. Was he one of the clones that the chip was active and participated in order 66? Or was this clone captured before that… Her questions was about to be answered because the clone began to wake up. Kix eyes shot open, gasping for air and coughing. He was delirious after being in stasis for so long. immediately cried out, “The J-Jedi, I need to get t-to the jedi..!” He coughed, thrashing around on the cot, “Where am I-I?! Jesse!! Rex!!” Omega rushed to his side, holding him down on the bed to not hurt himself, “Breathe trooper!” She says authoritatively, her helmet still on. Kix’s gaze flicked up to the helmet and he stopped thrashing a bit, “H-Hunter…?” He breathed out. Shock and confusion painting a picture on his face. Omega blinked, how did he know Hunter? Omega slowly took her helmet off, meeting the clone gaze. “No… I’m Omega…. You knew Hunter…?” To be continued........

Never speak of canon to me ever again.

Will someone please give this man a hug? He’s been through it.

fall back into place - Chapter 4: Hunter pt. 2

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Summary: Hunter and Omega come to terms with multiple truths following the removal of the inhibitor chips. Watch episode 7 before reading.

Part 4 of 5 times the bad batch learns something from Omega and the one time Omega learns from them. (Can be read as a stand alone)

Warnings: very emotional? thoughts about death

Rating: T

Word Count: 2315

Hunter almost died today. 

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Star Wars | illustrated by Liam Brazier

Shameless self-promotion!

I wrote this little fic a while back and for a long time I thought something like this would never happen in canon but with how season 2 has developed... who knows 👀

Anyway here's some Crosshair and Omega sibling cuteness.

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There were more troopers on patrol that night. More than they’d expected Crosshair decided as he peered through his scope at the hangar and the few small portholes carved into the rock. At least they were following schedule so it shouldn’t be a problem.

He paused to tap a quick message to Hunter’s comm, just to be safe. His brothers could take on some extra security but it was always better to err on the side of caution if they could afford it. His attention shifted back to the base. The darkness next to him remained quiet though he could hear the occasional shuffling and soft breathing noises. It made him want to roll his eyes.

How Hunter had thought this was a good idea was beyond him. Though in this particular case he had Echo to thank, because of course the brat needed more field experience and of course that experience had to be the kind she had the least of. Like manning a sniper nest.

Karking reg and his military conscience. Maybe next time he was cleaning his legs one of them would ‘accidentally’ get lost and stomped on by Wrecker.

Now, he could look on the bright side. The brat hadn’t deemed it necessary to talk to him yet-

“Hey, how do you do that?”

And there it was. Yeah. Right there.

Crosshair briefly regretted all his life choices as he felt himself bristle. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to the kid’s presence by this point but her timing was still garbage. Echo was definitely going to miss that leg. He’d make sure of it.

“How do I do what?” he snapped back, chomping down on the toothpick he was currently abusing. He could see her blink at him through the darkness and an image of Tech flashed through his mind as she leapt at to the opportunity to talk:

“Usually when you have a toothpick in your mouth you make a ‘tsk’ sound when you wriggle it around. Like this:”

She leaned back on her haunches and the edge of her mouth curled as her tongue made a sharp clicking sound. Crosshair felt his whole face spasm. Kriffing brat, why was that so accurate??

Oblivious to his mortification, Omega pressed on: “But you’re not doing it now. How do you stop yourself from doing it?”

Really? They were doing this now?

“In case you haven’t noticed,” he bit out, “we’re in the middle of a mission.”

“Yeah, I know. But how do you stop yourself? I thought it was a nervous tic.”

“A nervous ti-?!” His eye actually left the scope and he sputtered before he had the chance to realize what he was doing. When he did, he felt like digging a hole into the gravel and burying his head in it. He was pretty sure Tech had told him of some animal somewhere that did that.

He gritted his teeth and willed himself to calm down. He was not going to lose his temper in front of the brat.

“You ever heard of the word ‘creepy’, kid?” he shot back and glued his eye back to the scope. They were lucky the guards hadn’t moved much in the meantime. If they had and Crosshair hadn’t noticed it he was fully committed to blaming it on Echo. Or Hunter.

As time went by the tension in his shoulders began to unwind. The kid was quiet but didn’t seem discouraged if the air of anticipation was anything to go by. Crosshair on the other hand could feel something chipping away at his resolve under that glittering brown gaze.

He fidgeted for a bit. Then fidgeted some more and knew he was doomed as soon as the thought entered his brain and wiped its feet on the welcome mat.

“You compartmentalize.” She instantly perked up next to him. “You take specific habits and teach your body to associate them with a physical state.”

“A physical state?”

He glared out of the corner of his eye. He was getting there.

“Posture, breathing, heartbeat,” His trigger finger flexed and the chalk-powdered skin caught on the glove’s fabric. “Tactile sensations. Once your body starts recognizing the signs, it puts you in the right mindset.”

Omega had gone completely still by the time he finished and he recognized that dark blotch on her face as her mouth hanging open. Her voice was hushed with awe when she spoke next.

“That is so cool.”

“You know what’s not cool?”

“What?”

“The fact that you’re not compartmentalizing right now.”

There. That should keep her quiet for a while.

A group of guards changed shifts shortly after and Crosshair watched them chatter with each other, helmets bobbing, while the stars marched on overhead. His brothers were still making their way through the base, it seemed. And they’d managed to stay under the radar for once.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, a light appeared in his peripheral vision, somewhere off to the left. He froze as he stopped to evaluate the situation. He couldn’t afford to be unprepared if a shootout broke out so removing his scope from the hangar was out of the question. This meant that his best course of action was to try and judge the light’s position on his own for now.

He pulled away from his rifle and trained his gaze on a suitable section of the rock, a small distance off to the right of the light. Omega’s reaction was slower.

“There’s a light!”

He saw her point her binoculars at it.

“I know.”

“But it’s over there.” She tugged at his pauldron urgently and he resisted the urge to grumble. If she yanked off his rifle support he would have Hunter solder it back on personally.

“I can see it,” he bit out, trying to do his job despite the literal child attached to his armor.

“But you’re not looking at it!”

Crosshair sent a pleading look up at the heavens. Dank farrik, what was wrong with him? He was better than this, he should be able to ignore her.

“Will you stay quiet if I tell you why?”

Her blond curls bobbed with her nod, reminding him of an overenthusiastic cleaning droid with a duster. He glared at her through the darkness.

Then made a show of turning the other way and ignoring her.

“Hunter,” he commed his brother. “There’s an extension of the base that’s not on the holomaps. Direction northwest, into the rock. Careful, there may be more troops there.”

“Roger that.” Hunter’s voice crackled through the connection before everything went quiet again. The Firepuncher was cool as Crosshair adjusted his grip on her. Sometimes he wished his rifle could talk so it could shut up when other people couldn’t. Did that make sense? It made no kriffing sense. Point in case, he could already feel Omega scooch closer to him in the dark and he knew he couldn’t avoid his way out of this one.

“Your peripheral vision is more sensitive to light,” he said, “That’s why you see some things better in the dark when you’re not looking directly at them. Same goes for motion.”

Well, technically most people didn’t have any use for it since their peripheral vision was shit, unlike his, but she didn’t need to know that. It was a hollow victory though. She was practically vibrating with excitement now that she’d learned something new again.

There was a tell-tale shuffle and he all but whined when he realized she was about to ask him more questions.

“What is it now?”

“I have another question” Obviously. “When we were about to head out you put your helmet on before the others. Why did you do that when we were still on the Marauder?”

This time he actually drew away from his scope to press his forehead to the dirt. The pebbles under his chest plate crunched as he heaved a deep breath. “Night vision peaks after 30 minutes of being in darkness. I have a shader function in my helmet-”

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Twenty minutes later they were still in the same place they’d started.

“If your night vision is better, does that mean your eyes are more light sensitive in general?”

“Yes.”

“So you not only see objects more clearly but everything looks brighter.”

“Yes.”

“Does that make it harder to sleep?”

A pause.

“…Yes.”

A surprised gasp. He was at the end of his tether.

“Are you done?” he asked not even bothering to hide the long suffering tone in his voice. Thankfully, thankfully, she was and just in time as the next moment an explosion reached their ears and the troopers inside the hangar started to scurry around like ants. The familiar sound of a siren followed soon after.

It seemed his brothers had finally gotten to the meat of the mission.

Crosshair smirked as he zeroed in on the guard that seemed closest to the hangar bay door. It was time to play whack a trooper.

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The mission wrapped up without a hitch. His brothers had commed to report a cleared mission objective and a successful retreat which had prompted their leave of the sniper nest. The base personnel hadn’t bothered to try and find them. They were too busy putting out fires.

He and the brat made it back to the Marauder in blessed silence though Crosshair hadn’t failed to notice the bounce in her step. The rest of the batch were already preparing for takeoff — quite leisurely so, they must have shaken off their pursuers — and Omega skipped to Hunter’s side as soon as he was in sight. Crosshair would have made fun of the mushy look that crawled on his face if he hadn’t done it a thousand times already.

“Well, you look excited.” Crosshair heard him say to Omega as he caught up.

“Did you know that your peripheral vision is more light sensitive than your central vision?” she blurted back, shuffling from foot to foot and barely keeping herself from flailing her arms.

There was a moment of confusion as Hunter processed the information. Then his face slowly split into a shit-eating grin that made Crosshair’s blood go cold.

“Zip it,” Crosshair growled in warning, only making Hunter’s smile grow wider, before shoving past them.

Karma really was a bitch.

Hunter was brave enough to show him that same knowing grin a few more times before the day was over and it made Crosshair wonder if he could finish the skull on the other half of his face using just bruises. Tech would have been proud of how close he came to putting his hypothesis to the test.

Life on the Marauder went on after that. The brat was still annoying but moderately so, just as she’d been from the very beginning. Hardly anything had changed except that she and Wrecker had found a new hobby to entertain them and though he didn’t know what it was, he knew it entailed a lot of yelping and rubbing at sore fingertips.

And Echo? Echo had a new leg. Funny how that worked.

It was only a couple of weeks later that their little stakeout would come back to bite him in the ass. He was getting ready to turn in early, drained after listening to his brothers bicker for what was probably a few hours (no, Tech, Wrecker would not stop eating Mantell Mix for dinner no matter how many times you tried to impart the virtues of the food pyramid to him).

Sometimes one had to wonder if Tech wasn’t an idiot under all that intellect. And if that was the smartest person in their group, then Maker help them all.

His armor came off without much fuss as he stripped down to his blacks. A strap on his left vambrace tried to give him trouble but he had just about gotten it off when the curtain to Omega’s room swished open violently.

Her eyes found him standing next to his bunk and she gave him a brilliant smile. One of those beaming ones that promised an annoyance.

“Crosshair! Are you going to bed?”

He answered her with a scowl. “Why do you care?”

As usual she didn’t seem the least bit perturbed and he watched her dive back into the little room, making a ruckus as she rummaged around for something. “Wait, I think it’s pretty much finished-”

There was a triumphant cheer and she seemed to have found what she was looking for as she was soon climbing down the little stairs, running over to him and pushing something into his hands. He stared at her and then the thing he was holding.

It was a piece of cloth. A small piece of cloth.

He couldn’t be sure and he frowned at the way it felt between his fingers, all roughly sewn stitches and errant threads. At least now he knew what she and Wrecker were up to when the latter shoved half his body through the curtain and they spent hours yelping and whispering to each other.

The puzzle started to make sense when he turned the thing over to look at it proper.

It was shaped like a visor or goggles of some sort, made out of shiny black fabric with biased edges and an elastic string attached to either end. The right side of the mask – because it was a mask, a sleep mask – was decorated with a few shaky strokes of white paint that formed a reticle, which, if he wore the thing, would align perfectly with his tattoo.

Crosshair felt something lodge in his throat.

“Here!” Omega said proudly. “For your eyes – you said they bothered you when you sleep.”

He swallowed as he looked at the mask in his hands.

“Thanks.” His voice was hoarse.

“Do you like it?”

He blinked, determined not to let his voice crack.

“It’s fine.”

“Great! I hope you wear it.” With that she leaned in to squeeze him in a hug before skipping off and disappearing into her room. He was left there standing awkwardly by his bunk.

Part of him knew what was coming. No, scratch that, all of him knew what was coming.

Taking a slow breath, he turned around to face the direction of the cockpit. Every single one of his brothers was looking at him with a variation of Hunter’s shit-eating grin form that day. Wrecker looked about ready to crack up. Echo looked like he wanted to be punched.

Crosshair took another breath and steeled himself as he pointed a single threatening finger:

“Not. A. Word.”

It was said it as quickly as his pride allowed and he hurried to tug the mask over his eyes so he wouldn’t have to watch their stupid faces as they burst into giggles. The chortling didn’t stop after he’d settled into his bunk and he relished the rush of satisfaction when he kicked out his leg and it connected with Echo’s midriff, sending him sprawling to the floor with an ‘oof’. That’s what the bastard got for trying to take a holo.

Now, at least, he could finally go to sleep… and the mask did feel nice. Even with all those crooked stitches.

Yeah, Crosshair could finally sleep now.

“Guys,” Echo wheezed from the floor. “I think I got it.”

“Oh karking hell- ”

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There’s an actual game of whack a trooper online, go look it up I beg of you.

@thecoffeelorian OMG thank you so much for sharing/tagging me in this! Since you KNOW I am obsessed with Omega & Cross is my favorite sibling of hers! Omega & Grogu are my favorite characters of ALL TIME!

They help my mental health especially with all my chronic illnesses (physical & mental, also disabled veteran)! Along with Hawaii (#1on my bucket list/Learning Hawaiian, music (many types/bands lol but ESP Linkin Park & Bring Me The Horizon, LP can’t ever see :(, BMTH is #2 on my bucket list

Escape from Mt Tantiss 🧪

Happy Star Wars day and The Bad Batch 2nd anniversary!

Echo and Omega

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon)

Relationship: CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)

Characters: CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, mentions of abuse, mentions of human experimentation, Started writing this at 1am this morning, Trauma, Family, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo Needs a Hug, Omega Needs a Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Soft CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Set post-season 1 of The Bad Batch, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo has PTSD

Summary:

"Echo," Omega said softly, her voice still wobbly with tears.

"Hmm."

"I'm really glad Rex and the Batch found you."

Echo smiled. "So am I, kid," he said. He reached his hand up to stroke her hair. "And I'm really glad you found us too."

I have a weird obsession with Omega & Crosshair (fave sibling duo in TBB). I FEEL Cross & Omega have a VERY strong bond (First shown in S1E1). He just doesn’t know it YET lol! ALWAYS been my prayer that they will be reunited & I think he will WANT to protect her from his love for her!

I’m still TERRIFIED what will happen to her! Hunter is her FATHER, BUT Cross is also meant to be her protector!

I AM LEARNING HAWAIIAN TOO (day 466 or 467 straight on DUOLINGO lol)…. It’s number one on my bucket list BUT alas I doubt I will due to my military injuries and chronic illnesses lol. BUT THIS IS AMAZING never ever thought I would EVER FIND ANYTHING LIKE THIS!!!!!

Can anyone please please make a picture of this in ANY WAY AT ALL????? If there is ANYTHING anyone knows about that’s like this (Omega SPECIFICALLY like this please tag me :):):)!)

Sins of the Past: Ohana Means Family

Summery: A collection of drabbles set in my modern au where the Bad Batch raise Omega after rescuing her from the abusive hands of their mother. In this chapter Crosshair takes care of Omega whilst she is sick.

Notes: Happy Birthday @xoxo-40782 ! This chapter is dedicated to you! I hope that you have an amazing birthday! Everyone should check out their bad batch modern au!! It is amazing!! And I used a lot of inspiration such as Crosshair liking Ghibli movies and having issues with his similar appearance to Nala Se in this fic!! I hope that you guys enjoy!! Xxxxxxxx

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They had been warned that this could happen. Obi-Wan had told them that having been trapped in that Hell of a house all her life, Omega hadn't had the chance to be exposed to all those childhood germs other kids did, leaving her more susceptible to them now. And a month after starting school, it finally happened.

Omega had woken up on Monday morning with the worst cold Crosshair had ever witnessed. Coughs had racked her shivering body that was half delirious with fever.

The boys had preciously decided on a rota to take care of Omega on sick days, and on Friday it was finally Crosshair's turn.

Thankfully her fever had broken by now but she was still bunged up with snot, so Hunter had decided to keep her off the rest of the week, hoping that she would be fighting fit by Monday.

So all Crosshair had to do was keep an eye on her.

Which was kind of the problem.

He had managed to get over most of his ill placed jealously after his talk with Hunter, but unfortunately Crosshair was well aware that trauma didn't disappear that easily.

There was no denying that any of them were Jango's offspring, with his apparent super spreader genes. But where the rest of their siblings were all blunt corners, he and Omega were sharp edges with their pointed features and lighter hair that was unmistakably the mark of Nala Se.

And Crosshair hated it. He hated it so much he once smashed the mirror in the bathroom which Ninety-Nine never replaced. He could deal with his own appearance. Shaving his hair till it went grey and getting a tattoo across his face helped.

But then Omega came into their lives. And whilst Crosshair would be eternally grateful that she never had to step foot in their sorry excuse for a mother's home again, sometimes just being around her hurt.

To see that same face that tortured him his whole life in the innocent one of a little girl felt like a cruel joke that the universe was playing to specifically spite him.

He had resorted to avoiding her which wasn't easy in a small house packed with six people. However he figured it was the better option than accidently snapping at her with something he knew that he would immediately regret. He was pretty sure Hunter at least had noticed although his older brother hadn't mentioned anything about it, yet. He knew it was something he'd have to confront eventually.

He just didn't think that day would be today.

Crosshair sat on the sofa, whilst Omega was bundled up on the other, Gonky curled up on one side of her and a stack of tissue boxes on the other, as she watched TV. Having missed out on the past decade of pop culture, Hunter was trying to rectify that, starting with the Disney classics after Omega had asked what a Disney Princess was when one of her classmates had made fun of her for not knowing. They were currently up to Lilo and Stitch. Whilst Crosshair was much more of a Ghibli fan, he didn't mind the colourful cartoon musicals, not that he would ever admit it.

He kept one eye on Omega whilst scrolling through his phone. Replying to the texts Hunter sent about every five minutes reassuring him that yes their sister was indeed still alive and ignoring the messages from his asshole of a boss Rampart who was still giving him shit about taking a day off even though Aayla had offered to cover some of his sessions for him.

The movie had barely finished playing when Omega burst into tears.

Shit, Crosshair thought, rushing over to the girl.

"Are you hurt? What's wrong?" He asked. Hunter was going to kill him if anything happened to her on his watch.

"Sh-She... she's just like me!" Omega managed choke through her sobs.

"What do you mean?" He asked, not understanding where this conversation was going.

Omega pointed at the screen where the characters were currently visiting a montage of Elvis exhibits as the credits rolled.

"Lilo! She's Polynesian! She is raised by her siblings! She's just like me!"

That was when Crosshair realised she wasn't crying because she was hurt. Happiness might not be the correct to describe word it either. It was hard to put into words the freeing ideal of being known.

And God had Crosshair realised just how badly he'd fucked up.

Growing up, if he'd seen a movie like that with someone like him in it. Maybe he would've been able to recognise himself in someone else instead of feeling isolated in a body that nobody else could understand.

He hadn't even realised he'd pulled Omega into a hug until Gonky tried to jump between them to get in on the action.

Omega's sobs subsided into giggles as Gonky's tongue locked away her tears,  tickling her face.

"Let her go you big lump." Crosshair told the husky, nudging him back to the girl's side. Since he was now over here anyway, Crosshair figured he might as well stay and settled into Omega's over side. He picked up the nearby remote.

"It might be garbage, a lot of the Disney sequels are but they made a second film if you want to watch that?"

Omega nodded eagerly, curling against his shoulder, as though it was the most natural thing in the world, even though it was the first time she had ever done it before.

To distract himself from getting teary eyed as well, Crosshair pressed play.