A/N: This is a shorter drabble to transition back into more action stuff. It's just an interaction I thought would be cute. Things will start to pick up more in the next few chapters. No warnings for this one, dudes. Enjoy!

The Temple was bustling as the 501st returned from their most recent deployment. Republic soldiers and Temple staff alike were in motion to replenish supplies on the docked Star Destroyer, the "Resolute", as well as examine it for damages. You wove through the crowded halls, buzzing with refreshed energy. Your short leave on Coruscant was over for the time being. It had been nice to relax for a while, but you couldn't wait to jump back into action.

"Where are you going with all of those?" A clone's voice spoke as you rounded a corner. You looked over to see a group of soldiers, their armor accented with blue. One of them sported a medical cross on his shoulder pad and his helmet was tucked under his arm. He was addressing a few other clones, their helmets still on, as they carried what appeared to be a variety of weights.

"We're replacing some broken equipment, sir. A trooper just destroyed about twenty weights." He replied. The first clone raised an eyebrow.

"How'd he manage that?" He said and the first clone shook his head.

"Couldn't tell you, sir." He responded before continuing. The first soldier was about to follow when he took notice of you approaching.

"Hey, Kix!" You greeted him with a smile, adjusting the strap of your bag. He returned it with a light salute.

"It's been a while." He said as you fell in step beside him. "How is it working with your new group?"

"Chaotic. But after working with you guys, I'm used to it." You told him. He chuckled at this.

"Don't I know it." Said Kix before he elbowed you gently. "And you left me to put up with this bunch on my own. Hope you're happy with yourself." His tone was teasing as you raised an eyebrow at him.

"Trust me, working with these guys is just as much of a hassle as working with the 501st."

"Aren't there only four of them?" Kix questioned as you both entered another hallway, training rooms lining it.

"Yep. And as much as I love 'em, they're a disaster sometimes." You said and Kix snickered.

"Sounds familiar." He replied as you reached one of the rooms, the door sliding open. The group of clones carrying the weights walked in first and you followed, Kix not far behind. Your eyes widened when you noticed the damages. The rack that held most of the weights was destroyed and the floor beneath it was dented. One of the clones in front of you sighed.

"Just stack 'em in the corner for now." He said. You blinked at the damages as Kix let out a whistle of disbelief. There was only one trooper you knew of who could cause such destruction. And his hulking frame was standing bashfully in the middle of the room, trying to explain himself to an exhausted-looking Weequay repairman.

"Sorry. I guess I was carrying too much weight at once. It won't happen again." The large soldier assured him. The Weequay let out a breath.

"Just be more careful. I'm busy enough as it is." He responded. "I should be able to fix it, but I'll have to call in my manager to take a look. Don't go anywhere. She'll probably want to talk to you." With that, he turned away, grumbling under his breath. Kix examined the large soldier.

"I've never seen a clone like him before." He said.

"His name is Wrecker. He's part of my group." You explained, still shocked at the damages. Kix nodded.

"I'm starting to understand how working with them would be chaotic." He added.

"Hey, doc! Do you mind lending a hand?" One of the other clones called.

"Sure." Kix called back before looking at you. "See you around." You dipped your head in response before he walked away. You turned your attention back to Wrecker. He looked up, taking notice of you. You raised an eyebrow at him and he averted his gaze with an awkward smile.

"What did you do?" You asked him as you began to approach him. He put his hands on his hips and shrugged.

"I, uh, tried to grab too many weights at once. One of 'em slipped out of my arms and landed on my foot. I stumbled back and hit the edge of the rack pretty hard so it kind of..." He trailed off but the damages told the rest. You tried to muffle your laughter, but every time you looked at the destroyed rack, it got harder.

"Ah, come on! It's not funny!" Wrecker protested, but he began to crumble as well. Within the next couple seconds, you were both laughing out loud. Wiping a stray tear from your eye, you managed to gather yourself.

"What were you doing with all those weights anyway?" You asked him.

"I like to warm up before heading out. Wanted to do a few exercises to get my blood pumping." He explained. "Guess I'll have to settle for some push-ups." You looked over at the repairman examining the rack, rubbing his temple in frustration. The other troops were still setting up the new weights in the corner. When you glanced back at Wrecker, his eyes were on the destruction he'd caused and his lips were dropped into a small frown. You gave him a playful punch in the arm.

"Don't worry so much about it. It was an accident." You assured him before trying to change the subject. "If you want to do some exercises, I can spot you, if you want." This drew a laugh from him.

"I don't think you need to worry about me if I'm just doing a few push-ups." He said.

"Can't be too careful. You could cramp up or something." You replied. It was his turn to raise an eyebrow at you but the sad look in his eyes was replaced with a humored glint.

"Good point." He told you as he rolled his shoulders and dropped down into a push-up position. "Maybe you could help me keep count too."

"Keep count?" You repeated as you sat cross-legged beside him.

"Yep." He said as he began a few presses. "I like to make sure I'm not slacking." You smiled at this as you took mental note of how many push-ups he was doing.

"I can't believe you do this while wearing all that armor." You pointed out as he reached ten presses.

"I like the extra weight. Makes it more of a challenge." He answered. You furrowed your brow.

"That's fine and all, but I hope you're not pushing yourself too far." You commented.

"Trust me, it takes a lot more than this to slow me down. Matter of fact, I wish there was a bit more weight to it." He pointed out. This got you thinking. He was already reaching thirty presses and he hadn't even broken a sweat.

"Stop for a second." You said and he froze.

"Why?" He asked as you stood and approached him.

"Let me know if this is too much." You replied. He was about to ask further only to trail off into a confused sputter as you climbed on his back and resumed your cross-legged position.

"Is this enough weight?" You asked. He laughed lightly before resuming his push-ups.

"It helps." He answered before curling one of his hands behind his back and continuing with one arm.

"Tss. Show off." You joked. The communicator in his pocket beeped and, without a pause, he pulled it out and spoke into it.

"Yeah, Sarge?" He asked.

"I'm going to need you in the hangar, trooper. We've got a lot of supplies to load up." Hunter's voice crackled through. Wrecker spared a glance at the repairman.

"Uh, sure thing, Sarge, but I might be a minute."

"What did you do this time?" Hunter sighed and you snickered.

"Nothin' serious. Just knocked over some equipment." Wrecker said. "I just need to give a report and I'll head over."

"A report?!" Hunter exclaimed before letting out a groan. "Just hurry. You can tell me when you get to the hangar." The communicator blinked off and Wrecker slipped it back into his pocket.

"How do you think he's going to take it?" You asked and Wrecker scoffed.

"We'll find out." Came his reply. After a few more presses, you noticed he was beginning to slow down a bit and got to your feet. He stood, rolling his shoulders for a second. He grimaced and rubbed his right bicep.

"Looks like you were right about those cramps." He grunted. You gave him an 'I-told-you-so' look before you reached for his arm.

"Try to stretch the muscle out a bit." You said. He extended his arm. "Where does it hurt?"

"Here, right past the shoulder." He gestured to the spot right before his arm-brace and you carefully pressed a hand against it. You immediately felt where the muscle had tightened into a knot and massaged it gently. You were too focused on trying to ease the cramped spot to notice the light blush on his cheeks.

"You really need to be more careful." You chastised.

"It's just a cramp. I've dealt with a lot worse than this." He said and you gave him a look.

"Cramps can be extremely severe, you know. What if this happens in the middle of a battle?" You added. He took notice of the worried tone in your voice.

"It takes a lot more than this to get to me. Here, hold on." He said.

"Uh, sure but-" You were about to ask why as you wrapped your arms around his, only to let out a shout as he hoisted you clear off the ground with ease. You were at eye level with him and he flashed you a wide smile.

"See? I barely notice a thing!" He assured you. You felt your cheeks grow warm before he lowered you back to ground. You quickly tried to regain your composure.

"S-still you shouldn't be pulling stunts like that!" You told him, pointing a finger at him. "Especially not with a c-cramp in your arm. You could strain the muscle if you overexert yourself." He was about to reply when the door slid open and a Zabrak woman walked in.

"All right, what happened?" She demanded before pausing at the sight of Wrecker. "Oh, it's you again." He rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous smile as she approached him. Wrecker quickly gave his report and she dismissed him with a wave of her hand, clearly wanting to get to the repairs as soon as she could.

"She took that better than I thought." Wrecker said as you both made your way to the hangar.

"Let's just hope Hunter does the same." You added when you reached the door.

"I'm not betting on it." Wrecker responded when the door in front of you slid open. The rest of the squad had gathered already. Hunter was overseeing the delivery, Tech was examining some of the crates and logging everything into his datapad, and Crosshair was giving his rifle one more look-over before their next deployment. They all glanced up as you approached.

"Welcome back." Hunter said and you gave him a nod. Then the Sergeant looked at Wrecker, his gaze sharpening. "You've got some explaining to do." You laughed to yourself as Wrecker nervously began relaying the story to Hunter.

"You just couldn't wait until our leave ended to destroy something, could you, Wrecker?" Crosshair sneered from where he leaned against the ship.

"Frankly, I would be more surprised if he hadn't broken anything." Tech commented without looking up from the crate he was skimming through.

"It was an accident!" Wrecker grunted defensively. You let out a sigh as you gazed at them. It was good to be back.