And rest and relaxation they got. The legion was put on hold and Lea was relieved. She needed time off. The group of unheard warriors spent their first night on break in Coruscant, and Lea agreed to pay a visit to 79's, which she personally decided not to go to again, but politely stayed with the clones for the stories.

Pluck, Beck, and Cuff mingled easily with their brothers, disappearing from her sight, but she could deduce this; prow and bolo-ball.

Looking around the jam-packed clone bar, she spotted a certain purple-clad soldier swishing his drink in its cup as he stared into space. He was alone in the booth, and she could imagine he liked it that way.

Too bad. He would have to deal with her.

Sliding in across from Grey, she stared back. The commander blinked out of his daze and looked at her, sipping his prow.

"Here for a drink?" he asked jokingly, though he knew she wouldn't. He read the Columns of Yamaran, which included sobriety.

She shook her head. "Here for a talk."

He nodded and listened.

"Cuff said something that I couldn't grasp," she said. "Did you or did you not serve two years under General Quay Tom-Go?"

Grey looked uneasy. "Um, I did serve two years in the Army," he answered. "Not all under him."

"Why did you say two years then?" she asked, leaning in closer to him.

"Because that's what I tell myself," he grumbled, swishing his drink in the cup. "If I said I served under him for the truthful lunar rotation before he died, would that sound like I'm as seasoned as I am?"

Lea shook her head. "What did you do beforehand?"

"I was always a commander," he said. "Just… I was reassigned each time in at least a week. Some say I'm a bad luck charm, getting my generals killed."

The Jedi frowned. "What?"

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I've never been under one general for more than a lunar rotation before he or she gets killed saving me. I've told myself not to grow attached to any of my generals, so… yeah."

Lea smiled. "Well, good thing for you, I'm far from believing in bad luck. I think you're a wonderful commander, and I'm not going anywhere."

Grey smirked playfully. "Watch out. You might jinx it."

She laughed a little, Grey joining in.

It might have been the moment, it might have been the relief that they were alive, it might have been anything, but the commander leaned over and kissed her. He pulled back, eyes wide as he realized what he just did.

Lea just stared at him, no emotion on her face.

"Sorry," he said quickly. "I, um, that was-"

She smiled and laughed again. "You didn't do it long enough."

He frowned. "Excuse me?"

Lea leaned in. "You didn't do it long enough," she repeated. "Try it again."

He obeyed. Gently, he kissed her again, and she stayed there longer, her eyes fluttering closed.

So this was what it was like to be in love.

Grey had a problem. He knew that it wasn't bad luck, but still, he knew he would lose her. He couldn't simply let his stubbornness turn into attachment. And yet, the stubbornness to keep her alive turned into attachment, which made him fall deeply in love with her.

Lea loved how he tucked her hair behind her ear and held her as he kissed her. She knew she would be in a butload of trouble if anyone saw them kissing, as she was a Jedi and he was her clone commander, but she knew she could handle an attachment. She could handle everything when she had Grey on her side.

Things would be perfect.