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The Picnic

Plot: Wrecker's plans fall through - but in the best way.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 499

Author’s Note: Something soft and sweet for this man because he's lovely.

It was a special day. Everyone was out and about on their break, which gave you a reprieve to check the meager medical supplies aboard the Marauder.

A dull thud sounded, then another. You’d know that step cadence anywhere, which caused you to smile. Wrecker had returned.

All the time you had spent with the Batch had afforded you the opportunity to get to know them all – especially the very tall, sweet man who had worked his way into your heart.

And you were worried he knew. Being half-blind and half-deaf did not mean he missed seeing or hearing things you didn’t want him to notice. But that kind man never seemed to ask about your shyness around him, nor did he say anything if he noticed you looking at him for an extended amount of time.

You hurried to look busier than you were when he came around the short corner.

Wrecker beamed. “I got a surprise for ya!”

Your heart fluttered. “You do? You didn’t have to do anything for me.”

“But I wanted to!”

“Alright, lead the way.”

He held out his hand and you shyly grabbed it.

“Close your eyes,” he said. You did. He led you a short distance and then said, “Ta-da!”

You opened your eyes and on his bunk was a basket.

“Wow, uh, it’s lovely Wrecker,” you said with as much happiness as you could muster to cover your confusion.

“I’m taking you on a picnic!”

Your face lit up in surprise, then a blush. A picnic with Wrecker? It almost sounded like a date. Excitement filled your veins and then it was replaced with dread as you heard it.

Tap.

Tap.

Taptap.

Pitter-patters turned into heavy downpour as rain hit the roof of the Marauder.

Wrecker looked up at the ceiling of the ship, then deflated.

“Aw, man. I really wanted to impress ya.”

You stepped closer to Wrecker and placed a hand on his arm. He looked at you, eyes wide and lips parted in surprise. You decided to take the leap, warmth in your cheeks.

“You already have. You’ve done something really nice for me.”

“But ya won’t get to enjoy it. The weather ruined it.”

“We can eat in the cockpit. Lay out a blanket and listen to the rain as we eat together.”

He smiled. “Really?”

“Yeah. Besides, a date turned on its head isn’t going to make me lose interest in you.” You froze as you realized what had come out of your mouth, but it was too late.

His eyes widened again. “Y-you like me?”

You whispered, “Yes.”

He whooped with joy, then picked you up and spun you around. You giggled and he set you down gently.

“Oh, you have no idea how long I’ve been wondering if I should tell ya how I feel. I really, really like ya, too.”

You smiled, then leaned into his side.

“Well, shall we?” He grabbed the basket and a blanket, then your hand.

“We shall.”

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