Star Wars Rebels One Shots

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I think this is the last part before I'll do some normal one shots, a little break between Mykapo and Lasan

But there might be one more, depends where this one ends

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"Gooti should make it back to base," the door to the cockpit swooshed open, as Mart smiled softly at Ky, "Jonner's with her, one of us can switch of with him in a few hours."

"Okay..." her voice was quiet, she was zoned out, messing around with the controls to the ship. Mart frowned, sitting in the co-pilots seat, placing his hand on her knee,

"Ky, it's over," he told her, watching as she stopped whatever she was doing, "we're safe now."

Her eyes avoided him, watching the bright lights from hyperspace, opening her mouth to say something but couldn't find the right words.

"Sorry..." she mumbled, looking down. Mart gave her knee a squeeze,

"Are you okay?"

She shook her head, "No."

"Come on," he smiled his best, "let's get you cleaned up."

Finally she brought her eyes to face his, seeing the small bacta patch on his forehead, a little bit of blood soaking through it,

"I..."

He stood up, wrapping an arm around her and gently helping her to her feet, smiling softly at R3, who was keeping close to both of them.

"I got you..." he pressed a kiss to her forehead, walking with her to the common area.

"I'm fine..." her voice was shaky as she spoke, but Mart shook his head and gently pushed her down on their bunk,

"Arms up," he told her, helping her weakly lift both arms above her head, pulling her jacket and undershirt off, pressing a kiss on her shoulder, "Ky..."

Her body was covered in dark bruises, cuts from glass here and there too. She was swollen in places, and worst of all her entire body was trembling.

"Everything happened so quickly..."

Mart pressed a kiss on her cheek, sitting next to her and pulling her close, letting her cry onto him.

"It's over," he told her, "we're safe."

- - -

Mart struggled to keep his eyes open, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Ky as her chest rose a fell next to him. Her back was turned to him, his arm wrapped around her waist, her entire back covered in bruises. Her breathing was heavy as she slept, and Mart held back tears as he pressed a kiss on her back, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"You know I'm awake."

"Sorry," he didn't move from his position, "you passed out earlier."

She nodded a little, "How long until we're back..?"

"A few more hours."

"And Gooti? How is she?"

"Stable," he responded, "Jonner offered to watch her the rest of way."

She turned onto her back, hissing in pain before looking to him,

"He doesn't have to," she sighed, "I can watch over her. He's been awake as long as I have."

"I don't want you passing out again," he responded numbly, "just try and rest."

"I'll be okay," she protested, wrapping her arms around his waist and snuggling close, "I've missed you."