See You on the Other Side

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Fic Excerpt: “See You on the Other Side”

Word Count: 1,710

Relationships: ARC Trooper Fives & Captain Rex

Summary: Having survived the blaster bolt to his chest, Fives thought the worst was over. It wasn’t. No one believes him when he says the clones and Jedi are in danger, and he’s beginning to wonder what was the point to surviving.

Warnings: Panic attacks, mourning, morbid thoughts

Written for @celebrate-the-clone-wars‘s prompt: Evolve and Adapt

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Fives slammed his fist into
the grey duracrete wall – an action he came to regret immediately.

“Fuck!” he
cursed and hissed at once, bringing his bruised knuckles to his mouth as his
eyes winced shut from the throbbing pain.

Nice
going, idiot.

He couldn’t help it. The
frustration had been building ever since General Kenobi had given him the news.

“I’m
sorry, Fives,” the copper-haired man had said, regret painfully clear in his
blue eyes. “The Chancellor demands you be turned over to the military police.
You are to stand trial for conspiring with an enemy of the Republic.”

“But…
but,” the ARC trooper had stammered stupidly, desperately looking to his own general.
Skywalker remained ominously silent, though the angry curl of his fist spoke volumes.

“What
about the mental block? The shield on my mind?” Fives had asked with growing
desperation. “If you Jedi can breach it, I know you’ll see what I’ve been
trying to tell you!”

“The
Council will continue to try, and we will try to hold you as long as possible,
but the Senate is quite adamant,” Kenobi had responded uneasily. “I am not sure
what more we can do, but I… wanted you to be aware of the situation. And that
we shall do our best.”

Fives was fairly sure their best
wasn’t good enough, and it was that thought that had festered in his mind long
after the Jedi generals had retreated from his makeshift prison. With a
frustrated growl, the ARC trooper sat on the edge of the medical bed, cradling
his palms against his closed eyes.

“What was the point of all
of this?!” he demanded of the empty room. “What was the point of Tup dying!
What was the point of me living! When I… when I couldn’t make it mean something…”

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