A.N. ~ so, I'm making a bunch of one-shots for the 'Sea of Faces' series and putting them into this story. DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU'RE UP TO DATE ON EVERYTHING! I'll give the genres every chapter, along with the who, where, and what. These will not always be posted frequently, and if you have an idea for a one-shot, PM me or put it in a review and I'll see what can be done about it :)

Set after Pyro Squad was killed. Just Twitch and Rex. Genre is hurt/comfort.


Rex waited in his office, fingers laced together and pressed against his lips. A scowl dominated the captain's expression, and his eyes wandered around the room, taking in his messy desk and falling on the scratched, dull metal of the dog tag resting between his elbows.

A gentle knock sounded, drawing his attention to where Twitch stood in the open doorway. She and Tail had both been severely hurt when Pyro Squad was killed, and though their physical wounds were healed, the emotional scarring had left behind semi-lifeless husks of the two he'd once known as spirited beings.

The sergeant saluted, but didn't manage to form a complete stance of attention as Rex's hand waved it off. He stood, picking up the tag, and handed it to his sister after closing the gap.

"…Spitfire's?" The captain could hear how little the girl's voice had been used recently, and he nodded in case his tone said what his words didn't; in case it told Twitch he was worried for her.

Eventually, after a minute of the two standing deadlocked, he decided he could talk safely and tried. "You know, she'd probably have whacked you by now." The teenager's head lifted sharply so their eyes could meet.

"What?"

"Spitfire. She'd smack you. Think about it."

She would have hit me by now. She and everyone else. They'd all be snapping at Tail and me to stop acting like droids and start living again. Adenn and Chopper'd probably punch us… with that in mind, the sergeant nodded before leaving, mind wandering as her feet carried her toward where she knew her close brother would be.