A/N: Yay, my first fanfiction! *cue dramatic fanfare* Anyway, this story takes place a few days after The Wrong Jedi and covers Rex's feelings about Ahsoka leaving [hinted Rexsoka]
Rex sat on his bunk, staring at the floor without actually seeing it. Around him, the barracks were quiet, as if sound had been muted by the grief the clone captain shared with his brothers.
Ahsoka Tano, their commander, their friend, was gone. Taken from their ranks just as quickly as she had entered them, all those years ago. Rex could still remember the first time he'd seen the lively togruta; trailing behind General Skywalker, her big cerulean eyes glowing with curiosity as she glanced around the battlefield, taking everything in.
Now she was gone, striking out on her own after she was betrayed by the very people she had once idolized. Many troopers of the 501st had been outraged when they'd learned what their commander had been accused of; Jesse and Coric had both launched into hour-long tirades, pacing vehemently and rattling off all the times Commander Tano had risked her own safety for the lives of her men. Kix had been more subdued, but Rex didn't need to be a Jedi to see the anger burning under the surface "Anyone who thinks she could do this doesn't know fek about her." The rest of Torrent Company was inclined to agree.
A few of the troops had found ways to commemorate the togruta. One trooper, Skipper, had dyed his hair sienna while his brother by choice, Dipstick, had gotten blue and white stripes. Another clone had gotten the Commander's facial markings tattooed on his shoulder, yet another had painted the pattern of Ahsoka's silka beads on his bucket.
Seeing even one of these mementos to the absent teenager was like a punch in the gut to the captain. They made him miss her even more; brutally reminding him that he would never again see her smile, hear her laugh, feel her small hand on his shoulder. Never hear her call him Rexster, to which he always responded with Little'un.
She didn't even say goodbye.
Rex snapped out of his reverie, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill over. Taking off the plastoid gauntlet covering his right hand, Rex looked down at the name tattooed on the inside of his wrist.
Ahsoka
Clenching his hands into fists, Rex gave himself a firm mental sake. Sitting around moping wouldn't bring her back. She was gone now, going Force knows where as she tried to start her life over. Besides, Ahsoka wouldn't want him to be depressed, she'd tell him to stick it out and scrap a few extra clankers for her. Rex almost smiled at the thought. He'd win this war for her, and when he did, he would find her. He would find her and never leave her. She was his partner, and partners stay together.
"I'll find you, Little'un." Rex promised, his voice filled with resolve "I'll find you." In the quiet of the barracks, he could almost hear her voice in reply.
"I know you will, Rexster."
