I Don't Feel Well Omg

I don't feel well omg

The Spy and Her Hunter | Part4

Description: After six months apart from a certain bad batcher, he comes to your rescue when your mission to steal data from the Empire goes wrong. Unfortunately, you’re not exactly happy to see each other.

Warnings: 18+, Future smut, Language, Angst!

Table of Contents: Part One, Part two, Part Three

Ord Mantell… it’s been awhile. It’s still an impatient city. And you’re still an impatient woman.

Hunter had barely spoken a word to you since you’d landed.

“Wait here,” was all he’d said before jogging down the steps with Echo, Omega and Wrecker following close behind. You considered leaving as they disappeared out of sight. You could find much less… complicated transport somewhere else.

“I assume you are still proficient with a hydrospanner?” Tech’s voice asks behind you and you grit your teeth, biting back a sigh. You twist around finding him walking towards you, though he seems more focused on the data pad in his hand.

Lifting an eyebrow, you watch him for a moment before turning back to the door. “Hunter left you to make sure I didn’t steal the ship, didn’t he?”

“The odds of success would be stacked against you as you would have to break through three layers of encryption to take over the flight controls,” Tech informs you then adds, “Hunter’s exact words were, ‘don’t let her run off.’” You shake your head and lean against the doorway. “They will return soon. In the meantime, I have several calibrations and minor repairs to make. You may join me if you wish.”

 A shadow moves out of the corner of your eye and you shift as Tech moves past you, out the door. Out of everyone, you hadn’t thought he would be the one offering you an out. It would be easy to follow after him in silence, crawl under the ship and let your hands set to work checking the hydraulics and electrical systems. You were still proficient when it came to handling a spanner. Neither of you would have to say anything beyond your individual projects.

But that thought gnawing at the back of your mind would never go away. It would still be there. Better to get it out now, to ask.

“Hunter…” you take a breath as Tech reaches the ground. He glances back at you, your mouth held open as your brain tries to process what it wants to say. How are you even supposed to ask this without sounding like a complete asshole? So you phrase it in a way where it’s not clear, where you’re giving the answer in the question. That way you might avoid hearing what you don’t want to hear. “He’s good, right? I-I mean he seems okay—”

“I am not sure what you’re asking, Y/N,” Tech says quickly. He twists around and cuts his eyes up at you, sunlight glinting off his goggles. He shakes his head and sighs. “He normally keeps things to himself. This was no different. But emotionally… your leaving created a wound that refuses to heal. Even when we all understand why you left—you lied to him.” He turns to the side, his gaze leaving yours and you feel it like a punch to the gut. “And the second Rex told us you were in trouble, it was all Hunter could do to get to you. So, instead of trying to quell whatever guilt you are feeling, perhaps you should consider facing it before you hurt my brother again.”  

Your mouth has long since gone dry. It’s a harsh breath before you swallow and clear your throat, ignoring the way your eyes are beginning to sting with tears.

“I never wanted to hurt him,” you breathe out finally. “Or any of you.”

Tech nods, biting his tongue before he glances back up at you. “I believe that. What you lost was unimaginable. Losing you though… things have changed.” Looking down, Tech kicks the bottom step lightly with the toe of his boot. “I assume you know that already however.”

“I do,” you answer, crossing your arms over your chest as Tech faces you again. “But I can’t stay and try to fix it. Not yet at least.”

“You make it sound as though you intended to come back all along.”

You let out a soft laugh, a sad smile on your face as you look down at him. “Tech, do you think about what your life might look like in five years? Ten?”

“Clone life expectancy is short,” he tells you nonchalantly and you try to hide the wince that runs through you at that little reminder.

“Hmm,” you nod before clicking your tongue. You glance up at the top of the hanger, the last of the day’s light glinting off the metal rim. “Hunter is the only family I have left. This mission – it’s almost over. And when it’s done, when I’m done… I will beg him to take me back, to forgive me, to trust me again. But not one blasted second before. I can’t stop. I won’t. Not even for him.”

The knife in your chest twists as Tech stares up at you. There’s pity in that look. An empathetic sadness. Adjusting his goggles with one hand, he slowly starts to turn away, gaze falling back to his data pad.

“I have repairs to get to,” he says, leaving you at the top of the steps, shadows descending as the Ord Mantell sun goes down for the night.

A/N:

Short chapter because I needed a transition to get to our next part.

You know it’s bad when Tech is the one chastising you for emotional mistakes. Also I realized today that I have always written OCs who get their hearts broken by the guy. I've never written an OC breaking the guy's heart and I'm kinda loving it? Poor Hunter. I know. I'm evil.