~Side Notes!~
~Sorry for long break DX no internet at home for a while. Hopefully this next installement is well worth the waiting. Enjoy!~
As the days went by, Smoulder slowly regained his most basic memories back. He now could disassemble, clean, and reassemble a blaster as well as fire one wish accurate results. Unfortunately, many of his memories were still missing.
During one of the more quieter days, with majority of the troops on missions, Smoulder felt bored and lonely. Pulse was busy treating a trooper with a shrapnle wound in his side. The medic spent alot of time in the medical wing. Too much in Smoulder's opnion, he wished Pulse would spend more time with him instead of other troopers.
Pulse was just cleaning up his tools when a trooper burst into the critical ward carrying another trooper in his arms. Upon seeing the unique scar on the taller's face, Pulse knew it was Commander Gash of Blade squadron. In his arms was a severly injured Cessario.
The medic knew the two clones were close, like Smoulder and himself. The Commander's obvious worry was understandable. Cessario often got sick and Gash had gone through a muscle correction surgery along his spine. Both clones had been present when either one was in the medical wing for one reason or another. This was no exception.
"What happened?" Pulse asked Taking Cessario to the the operating room and undoing the charred remains of the armor that bound the smaller clone.
"An ambush. The Seps were waiting for us on a ridge. We beat them back into a surrender but Cessario was hit by a canon blast." Gash explained.
"G-Gash..." Cessario moaned searching for his lover.
"I'm right here Cessy. Shh... it's OK, Pulse is going to fix you up again." Gash told the trooper while holding the other's hand. "Please save him Pulse."
"I'll do what I can." the medic replied injecting the sedative.
Once Cessario's eyes closed, Pulse worked quickly to stop the bleeding. He told Gash to wait outside. The commander looked like he was about to object but left the room.
Smoulder walked up to the door and felt neglected. Pulse was busy again but with an oddly familiar clone trooper. The commander sitting by the door was familier too. The scar that traveled across the top of his head was hard to miss, but where had he seen him before?
He was distracted but a frustated curse from Pulse follewed by him scrambling for other tools. Something was very wrong.
"Lee! Get in here!" Pulse yelled attaching a life support system to the white haired clone.
A second medic joined him and the door was closed. Smoulder couldn't tell what was going on, he was very curious to know. There was instructions being barked and shuffling of feet. Then silence.
The silence was suffocating for both smoulder and Gash. Gash was digging his fingers into his skull. Smoulder thought he would draw blood.
Pulse finally came out of the operating room, his arms cover covered in blood. He took Gash aside. That was never a good sign in Smoulder's opinion. He was right, for Gash backed up in disbelief and started yelling at the medic. Pulse tried to calm the commander and somehow a punch ended up in him holding the balistic trooper who looked to be crying..
Smoulder looked down. In his gut he knew that the young trooper was dead. The silence he felt belonged only to death. Somehow the medic was calm and collected despite the death of a brother.
Gash calmed down enough that Pulse had him rest in a private room. On his way back he picked up a white bed sheet.
"How did it happen?" Smoulder asked quietly.
"A ccanon blast tore through some major arteries...There was a lot of internal bleeding. Lee and I couldn't stop it in time. He bled out." Pulse told him entering the resting place of the fallen clone. He covered the body so the cleaning crew would remove it when they next showed up.
Pulse sighed and sent the nerve racked Lee to lie to lie down. The assistant looked like his was about to faint he was so pale. He didn't argue when Pulse told hime to go, he just went.
"You alright Pulse?" the commander asked hugging his lover.
Pulse looked down "About as well as anyone would be after letting a person down."
"But it wasn't your fault. Gash should've known that. I know that!"
Pulse looked at smoulder surprised "How did you remember that his name was Gash?"
Smoulder rubbed his head "The scar on his face was enough to remind me."
"I see.. but still, I failed him." Pulse looked at his hands "all of this skill and it couldn't save someone I had treated before for the same reason."
The commander hugged Pulse tightly "You can't save everyone Pulse. Come on you need a break."
The medic shook his head. "I have to send in a report." he said walking to his desk and writing up the incedent on a data pad.
Smoulder sighed "Pulse, you're going to kill yourself at this rate. I mean this is the fith day you've been her for over twelve hours each day. Your condition will kill you if you don't rest."
Pulse turned around "Maybe I'm not afraid to die."
The commander frowned. "I am. I don't want to die or to leave you alone Pulse, so don't you leave me."
Snipe's steel eyes game back "You have no power over me."
"I don't want to control you, I just want you at my side."
Pulse stood up "Then let me do my job!"
"I have been. You work too hard!"
"So what if I-AGH!" the medic cried collapsing, clutching at his chest.
"Pulse!" Smoulder yelled picking up the medic "What's wrong?"
The medic shook groaning "It's not bad..." he said wrapping his arm around Smoulder's neck "J-just hit my...ngh left shoulder blade."
The commander didn't argue and slapped his hand on the directed spot. Almost immediately the medic started to breath easier and soon calmed down.
"Thank you.."
Smoulder nodded "Now will you listen to me?"
Pulse grinned slightly "Alright, the report's finished so we can go."
Smoulder smiled and gently lifted Pulse off the ground "I'll carry you back. I'm risking another attack with you."
"Alright, just don't drop me."
"Of course I won't!" Smoulder laughed carrying Pulse back to their room. He had hoped to make love with Pulse but that all depended on how the medic was feeling. It made him wonder why he had fallen for the high matainence medic in the first place, but he didn't care. He loved Pulse and that's what mattered.
When they arrived at the room he put Pulse to bed.
"Smoulder, my uniform will wrinkle..." Pulse stated sitting up. "Can I at least change?"
"You're not getting off that bed."
"But..."
"If you want to change, I'll dress you like you dress you patients."
Pulse Chuckled "Oh so now you're my doctor?"
Smoulder nodded "Yes." He said picking up Pulse's fatigues. "No fighting me now."
"I won't, just no tickling or my foot is going to hurt you to the point of impotency."
"Maybe I should wear my armour..." Smoulder mused shielding his crotch with his hand.
The medic made an innocent looking face.
Smoulder chuckled and started to unbutton Pulse's uniform sneaking a quick kiss as he worked.
Pulse shivered slightly "It's cold in here."
"Maybe I should warm you up once we get you into your fatigues." Pulling the top over the medic's head. Once it was on he switched to the bottoms. They were easier to remove in Smoulder's opinion.
Smoulder slipped on the fatigues and hugged Pulse "I'm so lonely when you're working all the time. I miss you."
"I'm sorry but you do realize that I have to work or we'll be found out. I do love Smoulder." the medic appologised kissing his commander.
Smoulder nodded quietly and lay down beside him on the bed pulling Pulse on top of him. "Anyone ever tell you that you have a nice ass?"
Pulse nodded smiling "Yes, you did hun."
"Really? I would've remembered saying that."
"Yes you did." Pulse confirmed.
Smoulder frowned then rested his hands on the medic's hips. Slowly he carresssed the flesh benieth his hands. "Can we do it if I don't put it in?" he asked curiously.
"I'd need my meds after, but I think I can manage it." the medic said passionately kissing Smoulder while pulling the sheets over them.
Smoulder felt up the medic as they kisses. His thumbs rested on perked nipples which he teasingly rubbed earning him a small mewl of pleasure from his lover. He loved the way Pulse moved with him and already feeling something push against his hips.
"Feeling it already Pulse?"
The medic blushed "Maybe you're just good at making me horny."
"Am I know?" he smirked "Prove it babe."
Pulse smiled and slid off the bottoms he was wearing and groped Smoulder through his pants. Feeling rather daring, he stuck his hands down Smoulder's pants and fondled the commander's hard length. "Someone feels it too."
The commander moaned and threw off his shirt, showing off muscle and tattoos. "You're so beautiful."
"N-no I'm not." Pulse said bashfully.
Smoulder chuckled "You are. I just want to make love to you all the time. Besides you're so gentle with me, you could be alittle rougher."
Pulse shook his head "No can do." he said reaching over to a drawer and taking out a small bottle.
"What's that?"
"Lubricant." Pulse answered while taking Smoulder's pants off. "it makes this more fun." he said pouring some into his hand and coating both of their lengths with it. "There, all slippery."
Smoulder chuckled at the comment and pulled Pulse closer, feeling their cocks touch. Kissing the medic passionately, he rubbing the other's back and rear enjoying the slower and more intamate pace. Pulse nipped and sucked on Smoulder's lower lip and tongue as he rubbed up against the commander's hips. Slipping his hand between their bodies, he wrapped his hand around their engorged lengths and slowly stroked them. Feeling a unique tingle run up his spine. "Ahh... Oh Force..." he moaned sitting up and arching backwards as he continued stroking.
Smoulder moaned bucking upwards "Pulse..nn... Harder please!"
The medic nodded and tightened his grip on the slippery appendages, pumping his fist faster "Ahh! Mm...HaaaAhh!" he moaned leaning forward and bracing himself against Smoulder's firm chest. His palm rubbing against the commander's nipple.
Smoulder gasped reaching up and playing with the medic's chest, know how his medic loved being touched there as well as his ass. The commander bit his lip "P-PULSE!" he yelled as he orgasmed, spaying both of them with his seed. He heard the medic scream in his moment of pure escasy and knew that Pulse had just reached his.
They laid there, panting. Pulse was almost completely limp as he rest on Smoulder's strong chest. He trembled before reaching out for the bottle on the bedside table. He didn't have enough energy to make it.
"Easy Pulse, I'll get them for you." The commander said sitting up with Pulse in his one arm around him "Two pills right?"
Pulse nodded slowly taking the pills and dry swallowing them. "Thanks again, Smoulder. We both know what happens if I don't take them..."
The commander nodded quietly. If his medic didn't take his meds he would die. Painfully or in his sleep. His damaged heart would stop and fail to start again.
"I don't want to loose you Pulse. Not ever." Smoulder whispered leaning back into the pillows. "Please rest now Pulse."
Pulse smiled, kissing Smoulder before settling off to a dreamless slumber.
Smoulder stroked Pulse's short hair, a feeling of dread washed over him. What if Pulse didn't wake up? What would Gash do to Pulse, the medic who couldn't save his lover? The commander loved Pulse. He would always protect him, even if it cost him his life. As long as Pulse was still alive he would be happy.
~Author's note~
Hi everyone! Sorry for making you wait so long. I thank all of you for being nice about it. Pulse and Smoulder love knowing that all of you are taking an intrest in their story. Please keep reveiwing but keep in mind. I don't have spell check and it's would take too long to reformatt everything by spell checking it on google docs. Sorry for the many errors. Rogue
