A fan fiction I wrote on deviantART…

"Sir, you want us to do what?"

They were not cut out for this...

"Sir, I'm not sure that's a good idea."

They were really not cut out for this...

"What's wrong, Bliz?" Kiki asked, crossing her arms. She cocked her head to the side, waiting for an answer from her second in command.

"Sir, we're soldiers not babysitters," Bliz said, motioning towards the toddler on the ground. She looked up at him, an inquisitive expression on her face as she played with some colorful blocks.

"Bliz is right, sir," Rex said, eying the toddler warily. "We're really not the est choices for this kind of job."

"You were both complaining of being bored earlier," Kiki reasoned, uncrossing her arms.

That's the last time I ever complain about anything out loud, Rex thought grumpily in his head. He looked again at the toddler on the floor. She was only about one and a half years old, with short black hair pulled into pigtails behind her head and pale skin; "cute" by civilian standards.

Kiki was already walking away. "She's yours for the day. I expect my niece to be in one piece when I get back from the meeting." She sauntered out the door, ignoring any last protests from Bliz and Rex was she walked away.

Bliz swore under his breath. "To think a Jedi would invite a cousin over here and they would both agree on dumping the kid on us." Rex couldn't help but agree with Bliz.

"Even General Skywalker said this was a good idea," Rex growled out. He was recuperating from his last battle and needed some down time, considering it would take more than a few days for him to become fully healed.

"I need my second-in-command t be in top form for any upcoming missions" Anakin had said. Rex couldn't help but snort at the memory.

"So," Bliz began uncertainly, "what do we do with her?" They didn't know her name; they had both been to shocked to really comprehend anything Kiki was saying.

"What makes you think I would know?!" Rex yelled, close to hitting Bliz.

The little girl looked up from her blocks, then toddled over to a duffel bag that had "the things she might need"- as Kiki had put it. It was much larger than anything a medic would have carried with him- battlefield or otherwise- so Rex didn't know what could possibly be in there that the toddler would need. She pulled on the strap, almost bringing the heavy bag down on top of herself as she yanked it. Rex lunged and pulled her out of the way before the pack could crush her.

"You need to be more careful, kid!" Rex scolded, keeping her suspended in the air. She struggled out of his grasp, and Rex half-dropped, half-placed her on the floor again.

"You know she doesn't understand a single thing you say, right?" Bliz asked, a smirk evident in his voice.

"Shut up Bliz."

Both men watched in mild curiosity as she pulled items out of the duffel bag, tossing them aside. She reached in and finally found what she was looking for; a small sippy cup filled with muja juice.

"Hey look! Here's a paper," Bliz exclaimed, bending over and picking up the note that came out of the duffel bag.

If you see this note, my niece has most likely dumped out the bag, looking for her cup of juice. If not, then oh well. She needs to have her nap in a few hours, and her food for lunch is already in the bag- DO NOT GIVE HER FOOD FROM THE MESS HALL. There are snacks as well as some of her toys to play with and diapers in case you need to change her. When I get back, I expect her to be in one piece and in the room you see her in. If she even has one scratch on her, it will be your heads, Bliz and Rex.

"Wow," Rex said. "The General sure is...accurate."

"Taking care of a toddler can't be too hard, can it?" Bliz asked, looking down to the floor…

She wasn't there.

"Uh...Rex?" Bliz asked, fear suddenly taking over his body.

"What?" Rex looked up from the bag he was re-stuffing.

"Where's she go?"

Rex froze and slowly looked around the room. "You lost the baby."

"We lost the baby!" Bliz cried in dismay. "Oh kriff Rex we—"

"What do you mean we? You can't expect me to actually believe it was partly my fault, do you?" Rex stood up quickly, searching between the chairs and tables, searching for a sign of the missing toddler.

"I was reading the note! How could you possibly think I would be able to keep an eye on the kid if I was busy?! You were the one who wasn't doing anything!" Bliz yelled.

"Okay! Okay, let's just calm down and figure out where she could have gone," Rex said, taking a deep breath. He looked toward the wide open door.

Bliz groaned and Rex slapped a palm against his forehead.

Some how, the captain of the 501st legion and the commander of the 686th battalion had managed to lose a child within five minutes of getting her.

Basically, I just copy-n-pasted this from deviantART, so it is extrmemly short (for me, anyway) and the spacing is a little off. Hope you liked!

~AAx