Nightmares
Rex had always been a light sleeper. Part of being a good soldier was never letting your guard down, even when you were asleep. Although it had been many years since he had been in battle, and things on Seelos tended to be incredibly quiet for the most part, he still woke at the smallest disturbance. Tonight, he was pulled from his slumber by the soft sound of Gregor's whimpers. Wolffe just grunted, rolled over and went back to sleep, leaving Rex to comfort his brother.
They none of them were strangers to nightmares, it was as much a part of being a soldier as their armor, only the nightmares tended to last longer. Force knew, there was fodder enough for them – beyond just the run of the mill warfare and loss, Rex had Umbara, Ahsoka's leaving, Fives' death, having his chip removed, Order 66 and the fall of the entire Republic to keep him company at night. Rex rolled off his rack and knelt at his brother's side. Some men tended to scream, cry out, or thrash around as they relived the worst moments of their lives, but not Gregor. As loud and crazy as he could be during the day thanks to his traumatic brain injuries, he was remarkably restrained when he was suffering.
Rex gently shook his shoulder, "Gregor! Wake up. Come on, it's ok." Gregor's eyes opened, still unfocused as if seeing some other place. Slowly they came to recognize Rex. Gregor drew in a shuddering breath as a single tear slid off onto his pillow, "Re-Rex?" "Yeah, vod, it's me. Shhh…it's ok now."
Gregor's breathing settled as he reoriented himself. "Which one was it?" Rex asked him. After so many years together, they were sufficiently familiar with each other's demons to not need the details. "It was…the worst one." Rex wasn't quite sure which was the worst – they were all pretty bad.
"Sarrish?" "No, no, the other place." "Abafar? The explosions?" Rex could see how his nightmares of his solo battle on Abafar might be more vivid than his memories of Sarrish, since those memories had once been so clouded over by amnesia.
"No," Gregor said softly. "Worse than that!" Even Wolffe sat up and opened eyes, wondering what memory could haunt his brother more than those tragedies and traumas. "What is it, vod?" Rex asked compassionately. Gregor choked out his answer, "I was back on Abafar- washing dishes!"
Wolffe rolled his one good eye and went back to sleep with a hmmph.