The Clone Wars One Shots

Secret Admirer Part 4

You and Tech had been dating for a few weeks now, but the Bad Batch still didn't believe it when he told them. They refused to believe that their nerdy brother wound up in a relationship before any of them. The fact that you hadn't spoken to them about it certainly didn't help Tech's case, but given how funny it was to listen to Tech complain about his brothers, you didn't intend on correcting that anytime soon.

Speaking of Tech, as you filed through the day's medical records in your room, Tech lay next to you with his head rested on your lap and eyes closed. You couldn't tell whether or not he was asleep, but it didn't really matter to you. Either way, it was adorable. His armor lay in a pile near the door, and his goggles sat on your desk with your mask. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, enjoying the rare moment of tranquility. You knew it wouldn't last.

You were proven correct not a moment later, when a shrill beeping filled the room as Tech's comm went off.

Moment over.

Tech groggily sat up to answer, tearing away your boyfriend blanket and leaving you feeling very cold. He stretched as far as he could and fumbled for his vambrace, yawning. When he finally reached it, he lay back down at your side and answered.

"What?" the intelligent clone grumbled, annoyed.

"Where'd you hide the chips?" Wrecker asked.

"Are you kidding me?" Tech snapped, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "I told you not to call unless it was an emergency."

"This is an emergency."

Tech sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "They're under Crosshair's bunk. Don't bother me again."

"Thanks."

There was a scuffling, then, before Tech could hang up, Hunter's voice sounded from the comlink.

"Oh, and on an unrelated note..." The Sergeant sounded concerned. "How much caf is too much?"

"Four hundred milligrams of caffeine is all the average body can handle in one standard rotation," Tech explained, deadpan. "That's equivalent to about four cups."

"That's just the average person though, right?"

Tech sighed again, playfully glaring up at you when you snickered. "I just said that."

"What about for, say, someone Wrecker's size."

"I would estimate approximately five hundred milligrams," Tech guessed. Neither of you had any idea what the exact amount was, but you could make an estimated guess. "Five cups."

"So... hypothetically, of course, would it be a bad idea for him to chug ten?"

Tech fell silent. You sat up, alarmed as your medic instincts kicked in. Wrecker was enough of a problem child as it was - a highly destructive one at that - but him on a caffeine high... that would be something to witness. Not to mention the negative effects on his well-being.

After exchanging a glance with you, Tech sighed.

"I'm on my way," he said quickly before hanging up. He slipped off your bed to swiftly reattach his armor and grab his goggles, shooting you an apologetic look as he did so. Before he could say anything, you too stood up, throwing on your jacket.

"What are you-?"

"I'm the medic here," you reminded him. "I'll handle Wrecker."

"Are you sure? Wrecker can't even handle Wrecker."

You snickered. "I'm sure I'll manage. We can always stun him."

"Very true."

You instinctively reached for your mask, which you had discarded on your desk, but paused. After a brief moment of hesitation, you drew your hand back, slung your medical bag over your shoulder, and gave Tech a nod. He laced your metal fingers with his, then the two of you set off to deal with whatever the overly-caffeinated Wrecker had in store for you.