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Oh, my darling Waxer! My first Clone love! I was so happy to get to write for him for this one! He's such a sweetheart 🥰 I went a slightly different route than I normally do with this one. I hope y'all enjoy it! And a huge thank you to @l-lend for your help with the banner 😊

Ever since you were a young girl, you had a fear of thunderstorms.

The sounds of the thunder reminded you of your home planet…of the explosions you’d heard for several days as the Separatists bombed your city until there was practically nothing left. You, your family and your people had been forced to leave your home and immigrate to other cities or even other planets to survive and start your lives anew. You found yourself eventually on Coruscant where you studied to be a technician as well as an engineer and, when you were older, you were assigned as a field tech and engineer for the Grand Army of the Republic during the Clone Wars. You started off in the general field, but then were assigned specifically to the 212th Clone battalion. Strangely enough, explosions on the battlefield didn’t bother you at all and it was probably because you could see them in front of you. The sounds of thunder were unseen and from an unknown point of origin, which was what reminded you more of the bombings of your childhood.

You really enjoyed the company of the Clones. Marshal Commander Cody, the leader of the 212th, was good to you and treated you well. You didn’t have much to do with their Jedi General, Obi-Wan Kenobi, but that was okay with you. After a mission to Ryloth, you found yourself getting closer to Waxer and Boil. Waxer more than Boil, it seemed. Waxer was a very kind and compassionate man whereas Boil was a bit more headstrong and blunt in his way of speaking. They were your closest friends, but Waxer was your best friend out of everyone you knew. You felt you could trust him with anything…except for your fear of thunder. Unfortunately, you felt ashamed of such a thing and thought it was something he would think was childish. You so badly wanted to believe he wouldn’t think that way of you, but there was always a nagging feeling inside that made you keep second-guessing your best friend.

One day, back at headquarters on Coruscant after another mission, you had been tasked with fixing a couple of the battalion’s starships and Waxer had volunteered to help you with the process. To your dismay, though, you’d heard weather reports that thunderstorms were coming and you wanted to try and get the repairs done and back to your apartment before the storms hit. You didn’t want Waxer to see you if that happened.

"Can you hand me the spanner wrench?" you asked him from under the ship.

You felt the metal of the tool slip into your hand. "Here you go," you heard Waxer say.

Once you had the spanner, you placed it where it needed to go and started twisting quickly, trying to get the job finished.

“What’s got you in such a hurry?” Waxer asked. “If you keep that up, you might break the wrench.”

“Nothing. I just want to get the job done so we can both get home,” you replied, keeping your focus on the part you were fixing.

“I understand, but you’re usually more thorough than fast,” he pointed out.

You could feel a bead of sweat trickle from your forehead down the side of your head. Normally, yes, he was right and you would be more thorough with your work, but you knew the storms were coming and you had to get home. Anytime a storm happened to roll through on Coruscant, you would put on noise-canceling headgear that would block out the thunder and it helped keep you calm. However, you didn’t have those with you at the moment; they were back in your apartment. If the storm came in before you got home, then you were doomed. It didn’t help that Waxer was noticing your hurry either.

“I’m just tired and want to get out of here, that’s all,” you told him as you pulled your goggles over your eyes, put down the spanner, withdrew a welding pick from your belt and started using it on the ship, little sparks flying out above you.

To Waxer, something felt off with you. Ever since Commander Cody had made the comment that there were storms coming when you got back on planet, you’d been a little on edge. Did you just not want to work in the rain? Or was there something else? He couldn’t put his finger on it yet, but if your strange behavior persisted, he was going to ask.

To lighten the mood a little he asked back teasingly, “Why? You got a hot date?”

You scoffed aloud. “You’re the only guy I ever spend time with, Wax.”

“So you want me to be your hot date? Is that what I’m hearing?”

Even though you were grinning to yourself while you worked, you replied through a chuckle, “Oh, will you hush and let me work?”

Waxer simply smirked to himself, finding himself amusing.

You could see the part of the ship was nearly fixed. “All right, almost…,” you said aloud.

Then you heard the first faint, distant boom of thunder.

Your heart jumped straight to your throat, panic seized your whole being and a startled, scared shriek ripped itself from your mouth as you involuntarily jerked in response. As you spasmed, your head lifted and met the underside of the ship with a loud clang. You released a cry of pain, your forehead throbbing immensely and you could feel a sharp sting followed by the sensation of something running down your head. You were pretty sure you’d just cut your head.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” you heard Waxer cry out with worry as you inched out from under the ship.

“I have to go! I’m sorry, Waxer!” you exclaimed through a strained voice as you got out, climbed to your feet and just took off running, your hand over your head, hearing Waxer’s calls growing fainter.

It had already started, sooner than you’d expected. You could feel your heart rapidly pounding against your chest as if begging to be released, the drumming also sounding in your head and your ears. Your feet were moving faster than you ever knew was possible. All you knew was you had to get home.

Boom!

Flashes of the bomb cellar you’d spent days in as a child appeared in your mind, the screams of those around you filling your ears. Your running faltered slightly and your hands went to cover your ears. The rain was slowly drizzling down, which made your vision even more hazy, but you didn’t care. You had to get home!

Boom!

A cry of terror left you and your legs gave way, making you collapse to wet ground. You could feel the panic attack coming, you couldn’t breathe and your fear was overwhelming you. There was a big flash of lightning followed by another loud crack of thunder. You screamed and scrambled up against a nearby wall, sobbing and curling up into a fetal position. You wanted to keep running, but you couldn’t focus. You were so overcome with fear that your body was betraying you. Your legs wouldn’t do what you want, your body wouldn’t move. You were just frozen in fear and losing yourself more and more with every boom you heard.

At some point, you swore you heard a voice saying your name; a voice that seemed familiar. They sounded worried, but you couldn’t bring yourself to follow it. There was the sensation that your body was floating, like you were being carried somewhere. The area surrounding you was flying by. You couldn’t discern what was happening. A few minutes later, you no longer felt the rain on your skin nor could you hear the deafening sound of rainfall on the pavement. You weren’t floating anymore and the voice you thought you’d heard was growing louder as something was touching your face. A shape was coming into view…a face…a face full of worry. Your name broke through and your vision cleared, revealing Waxer kneeling in front of you on the floor of your apartment, holding your face in his hands and crying your name desperately.

“Wake up, darlin’. Come back to me. Please, come back,” he pleaded with you.

Dazed, you finally spoke, “W…Waxer…?”

A small gasp of relief escaped him as he assured you, “Yeah, it’s me. I’m here.”

More thunder rumbled and you were back in panic mode, shrieking out loud and, on instinct, shrinking back into yourself, tears springing once again from your eyes. Waxer’s arms wrapped themselves around you and he pulled you close to him. One of his hands came up over one of your ears and he cradled your head against his chest, covering your other ear with his armor. You felt his cheek touch the top of your head.

Though his voice was muffled, you could still hear his voice soothing you, “Shhh, it’s okay. You’re safe now. I’m here. Don’t be afraid.”

“Please, don’t go. Don't leave me alone,” you begged him, your voice trembling.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised.

You had no idea how much time had passed before the storm had finally ended, but Waxer had stayed with you and held you through the whole thing, whispering reassurances to you and comforting you through every strike of thunder you heard, keeping you grounded in reality instead of letting your fear and your trauma swallow you whole again. You focused on your best friend’s voice and the warmth of his protective embrace that surrounded you. With him, you felt safe.

As the storm subsided, he finally told you, “The storm’s over.” When you withdrew slightly from him, his hand came up to your forehead, where you remembered you’d cut yourself back on the platform. “You’ve got a pretty nasty cut there, darlin’. Let’s get you patched up.”

He seemed unfazed by the fact that you’d had an entire episode with him there, which seemed odd yet relieving to you. He got a damp cloth from your kitchen and helped clean the blood from your forehead. You kept your gaze lowered, embarrassed and ashamed.

"You're afraid of thunder, aren't you?" he asked you as he finished cleaning your wound.

With your eyes clenched shut tightly, you nodded. Then you explained to him as he put a med patch over your cut, “When I was a child, the Separatists bombed my home. For days, we were stuck in an underground bomb shelter as everything around us was destroyed and it terrified me. We were forced to flee to different cities or even different planets. Regular explosions that I can see don’t bother me, but thunder….reminds me of the sounds of the bombings from my home that have haunted me my whole life. It brings me back to that awful time and I just…shut down and panic.”

Waxer laid one hand on your shoulder and lifted your head up gently with the other so you met his sorrowful, sympathetic gaze. “(Y/N)...why did you never tell me?” he asked in a sad but calm tone.

“Because I was ashamed and I thought you would think it was childish of me to be afraid of something that I know can’t hurt me,” you responded, your eyes welling up with tears.

His head reared back a little, taken aback. “You’re my best friend, I would never think such a thing of you,” he said to the contrary. “Fear, even of simple things, isn’t childish. It’s what makes us human.” A couple of tears rolled down your cheeks and he brushed them away. “This was why you wanted to get home so quickly,” he observed.

In reply, you just nodded and said, “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“It’s okay,” he said. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He brushed a lock of hair from your face and put his hands on your arms. “You don’t have to brave the storms alone. No matter where we are, if we know there are thunderstorms coming, then I’ll always stay with you and help you through them.”

“You will?” you asked, a bit shocked.

Waxer pressed a firm kiss to your forehead. “I promise.”

Overcome with joy and gratitude for your best friend and his incredible loyalty, you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Waxer. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He hugged you back and replied, “No need to thank me. That’s what best friends are for.”

Your arms tightened even more around his neck.

When he pulled back, he asked with a comforting smile, "Do you want to get some food ordered and maybe put on a holoshow? To distract you and cheer you up a bit?"

You smiled thankfully. "I'd love that, Wax."

Then he chuckled playfully and told you, “Looks like I ended up being your hot date after all.”

All you could do was giggle and shake your head, knowing he had said that just to make you laugh, and that made you happy. He made you happy, more than anything. Waxer really was the absolute best and you were so lucky to have him as your best friend.

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