Epilogue

A/N

This feels so weird; I honestly never thought that I would ever write so much about these two. It was supposed end when Rex left but it kept nudging at me; fifteen months, more if you count the time it sat in my docs, one pandemic, three lockdowns (UK) later and we finish.

This is not the last we see of Rex and Ana; they have a few more adventures until the formation of the New Republic and beyond. A taster follows.

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Uli followed the instructions on how to get to the Med Bay; apparently there would be someone there to meet him and show him the ropes. They said they were desperate for another fully trained doctor, the last one had been killed in an attack and there was no one to replace her.

At least I have my own choice of where I work now. Dr Divini, late of the Imperial Medical Corps, thought, as he entered the room.

He looked around; he had been told by the officer debriefing him, Kallus, he said his name was, that there would be someone here to show him the ropes. Kallus was also an ex imperial, ISB, he'd said, now obviously Rebel Intelligence.

"Hello there!" He shouted, not too loud. He still couldn't see anyone. "Hello." He shouted louder.

"Who are you?" The short red haired woman, dressed in an assortment of scrubs, demanded. Arms crossed, eyebrows pulled down in a frown showed him that he was not welcome here.

He expected as much.

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Rex exited the fresher with just a small towel wrapped around his hips; bruises marked his torso but there were no blaster marks or new scars. He combed his beard, his muscles rippling as he did so.

"Ahh! That feels better." He commented turning to look at her. Ana had never taken her eyes off of him since he came back into the small room. He knew what she was looking at, she had never made a secret of the part of him that she admired the most, well one of the two parts. She was trying to be nonchalant but he could see her pupils now dilated covering nearly the whole of her eye and she just had sleep pants and a small tank top on. He looked her up and down; she was thinner. He didn't really like that but it always happened when she was volunteering.

"Are you just going to look?"

He felt his mouth quirk into a smile at the invitation, not that he needed one. Slowly walking over he crawled onto the bed, almost covering all of her, until his face was level with hers.

"Thought you'd never ask."

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The knock at the old fashioned door, there was no bell, startled Ana; she wasn't expecting anyone and didn't recognise the knock. Wolffe was out "training" with Kallie and Rex was in the workshop doing some mods on his new blasters. Essie was in the back room but came through silently, as soon as she heard it; she already had a blaster in her hand. Tula took up position at the back door. They had planned various scenarios with Rex and Wolffe. Essie nodded to Ana, indicating she was ready. Since Yavin everybody had been on high alert; the Empire had upped its game and although Lothal appeared to continue to be ignored, that could not be counted upon. She found the small blaster Wolffe had given her and held it behind her back as she opened the door.

"Yes?" She had said before she even took in the scene in front of her; a man who looked to be in his thirties, holding Kallie, who was very quiet, not scared but quiet. Ana's heart started thumping in panic, as she finally took it all in.

"Ana Sant?" He asked pleasantly, in an accent she couldn't quite place, smiling, as if he was just passing the time of day. She couldn't breathe, all she saw was her daughter lodged on his hip held in place by his arm, her arms around his neck. She nodded.

"I think you had better let me in before anyone thinks it's suspicious and comes poking their noses around."

She moved backwards; her hand still held the blaster.

"Put your blasters down, I don't want any accidents and she's a lovely little girl, so bright and clever. She did exactly as she was told."

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The smuggler looked over to the Princess, giving the last orders to the members of the mission. Part of him was proud of the way she handled herself. A true General, Han appreciated her beauty, intelligence and tenacity; she was the first woman who had got anywhere near him, not since Qi'ra. Now he didn't even know if she preferred him over the would be Jedi.

Did she?

He was jolted out of his daydream by Commander Rex, an older soldier, known as Gramps behind his back, though not many dare say it to his face. He could probably still bench press the younger ones into oblivion; he was striding over to him from the briefing. He was tough, for his age and had a good brain for strategy and planning, his Princess and the Farm boy had confided in him on numerous occasions and he had always come through, so Han always had time for him.

"Can I have a few personal minutes, Sir?" A stickler for protocol, the old soldier was, so he asked permission from his Seniors to take time out from the briefing. They would know where he was, he said, if there were any changes.

Han nodded; they weren't disembarking yet, so he could do whatever he needed to do, check his blasters, put on his special pants for luck or whatever old soldiers did. Han knew they were a superstitious lot; he'd met a few since he joined the Rebellion. Why he did this next thing Han didn't know but he watched the old soldier walk away. He trotted over to a mid aged woman with red hair, streaked with strands of white. Taller and broader than the woman, the old soldier hid her from Han's view but Han knew her, she was one of the medics. He knew that because she had treated him once or twice and Chewie. Chewie liked her. If Chewie liked her so did Han; you couldn't fool Chewie. She had once told him, she only joined the rebellion because of her husband. He always asked people why they joined; he liked to know their motivations. It gave him an insight into their personalities, plus he was never quite sure why he joined.

Lust he supposed.

Intrigued, Han moved closer to see what was happening but he still couldn't see, the old soldier was so broad, with an upright military stance, despite his age. He was still hiding the medic from Han's view. Was he ill and receiving some treatment and not told anyone. He must be 60 if he was a day. He must ask Luke, Luke had some spent time with him, talking to him and was impressed, but it didn't take much to impress Luke, look how he was with that old Ben Kenobi.

Han was still intrigued though and continued walking around the two, until he could see what they were talking about. He heard the sniggers of the youngsters first, who were also watching. What on earth were they laughing at? Then he turned and saw the old soldier engaged in a passionate kiss with the medic, one of his hands was on her bottom the other entangled in her hair.

Han gave a lopsided smile, appreciating the old soldier's technique.

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See you soon. Sued.