Fives - CT-5555 || The Clone Wars

The Republic Gunship lowers its landing gear, the hydraulic hiss echoing off the sleek walls of the Coruscant Guard hangar. Standing beside Commander Fox, you step down off the ramp into your new assignment to oversee the Guard —a position designed to bring structure to the capital's defense force, but mostly placing you right in the center of its command dynamic. Right after you passed the Trials to be Knighted for the Order too.

​Before Fox can even finish going over the day's security log, a collection of familiar faces approaches to welcome you to Coruscant. Anakin and Obi-Wan step up first, pulling you into warm, genuine hugs that briefly shatter the rigid military tension of the room. Close behind them are Cody, Rex, Lieutenant Jesse, and ARC Trooper Fives—who seems far more interested in craning his neck toward Fox than paying attention to the official greeting. A few paces back, Wolffe stands with Boost and Sinker, giving you a sharp, respectful nod. The Wolfpack has always liked you as a Padawan it was no different. Except it was.

​"Good to have you back, Commander," Rex says, stepping back.

​In the weeks that follow, Fives makes a habit of dropping by the Guard's barracks under the thinnest excuses—delivering routine supply updates, dropping off reports for Rex, or simply tracking down Fox. But every time he shows up, his focus inevitably splits. While his eyes still follow Fox's every move, Fives slowly begins going out of his way to get to know you. He skips the formal Jedi titles, sidesteps the military chatter, and asks about who you are when you aren't holding a lightsaber or giving orders. He asks about your favorite pastimes before the war, your thoughts on Coruscant's lower levels, and how you cope with the Guard's endless paperwork.

​The subtle dynamic comes to a head weeks later at 79's, the local clone bar. The ambient neon lights and low music blanket the crowded room as you sit at a booth, pleasantly tipsy after a long shift. Fives slides into the seat right beside you, leaning in close with a broad, teasing grin. He starts casually bantering with you, slinging an arm across the back of the booth and laughing along as you talk, completely relaxed in your space.

​From across the bar, Fox watches the interaction, his arms crossed tight over his chest, jaw visibly clenched. Driven past his limit by weeks of watching Fives hover around his squad and crowd your personal space, Fox finally snaps.

​Fox marches over to the booth, grabs you firmly by the front of your tunic, pulls you up, and plants a firm, lingering kiss right on your lips in front of Fives and half the bar. Nobody cared like he did about it though and Fives just had his eyebrows raised in amusement.

​Fives just smirks, entirely unfazed, his eyes lighting up with even more amusement as he glances between you and Fox. "Message received, Commander," Fives chuckles softly, leaning back with his hands behind his head. "Just gives me two reasons to stick around now."