Hello, friends! So…Long story short, a couple of weeks ago, I was in our kitchen listening to Bluey music, (per normal, if you've got little siblings like me) and this random idea struck me. So here it is, I present to you, a very fluffy oneshot featuring everyone's favorite Wrecker and Omega from Star Wars: The Bad Batch. And yes, it's totally based off the Bluey episode Wagon Ride.
This one-shot, and all other ones that will come in the future, are based in between Pabu, and when Echo arrives. Because my weird lil' mind decided that there must have been two+ weeks in between those two events. Sorry if this doesn't make sense to you XD

"Wrecker," Omega's voice, breaking through his deep sleep. "Wake up."

"Omega," His voice was foggy, and more of a whiny groan than an answer. "Nah."

"Wrecker," She sounded as though she were crouching right next to his ear, now. "Please?"

"Omega," He rolled over to face the wall, and felt her crouch behind him. "Still nah."

"Wrecker," She was practically laying on top of him now, whispering in his ear. "I want to show you something. You have to get up or we'll miss it."

She'd piqued his interest. Crud. He opened one eye, and found her face hovering inches from his. "Miss what?"

"I can't tell you. It's a surprise."

He liked surprises. And of course, it was Omega. No matter how many times he refused, she'd just come back again. Or set Hunter on him. "Yeah, alright. What time is it?" Omega didn't answer him, she only placed a finger over her lips, pointing to Hunter and Tech asleep in the bunks across the room, and motioning for him to follow her out the door. It was morning on Pabu, the sun not yet peaking the horizon, but the evidence that it was coming showed far off in the distance. The gentle shhhh, shhhh, of rustling leaves and the distant crash of the ocean, paired along with the early morning chirping of various types of birds was the only noise, and their footsteps echoed over the cobblestones like gunshots.

"Where're we going, Omega?" Wrecker mumbled, still sleepy and annoyed to be awakened, but still curious enough to wonder what exactly she was planning. "It's way too early to–"

"Shh," Omega scolded him. "This is a silent walk. Just listen, Wrecker."

"Omega," He protested. "You know I'm no good at that stuff."

"You don't have to be," She smiled, then reached over and squeezed his hand. "Just watch and listen."

So Wrecker did. He watched, and listened. Omega led him down a cobblestone street, where people were just beginning to awaken and start their various days. A sprinkler ran on someone's front lawn, while on another, a couple of small children played quietly, squealing with laughter. A young woman on an old–fashioned era bicycle was switching off the street lamps, whistling a jaunty tune as she did so. She waved cheerily in their direction, and Omega waved back, smiling. They walked a couple more blocks, then rounded a corner. The cobblestones ended here, and instead a wooded path wound away towards the ocean.

"C'mon," Omega urged, pulling him along, her small, soft hand nestled in his larger, calloused one. "We're almost there."

The path smelled of sea salt and pine needles and fresh-turned earth, and while Wrecker might have ignored it while the Batch was on a mission, now he drank it in, grinning at Omega's excitement. She was crunching away from the path now, and quite suddenly, as though it had appeared out of thin air, they were standing in a clearing ringed by birch trees, a low stone wall overlooking the ocean at the far side. The sea crashed into and away from the rocks far below, and the tall grass weaved with wildflowers waved softly in the wind.

"Sit," Omega plopped down on the ground in the middle of the clearing, and patted the ground next to her. Wrecker sat, then stretched out completely, staring up at the still twilight sky. Omega lay back so her head was on his chest, and then she was looking with him, watching as the last star winked away for the day.

"Oh, it's starting!" Omega stood up, making her way towards the sea wall. "Come on, Wrecker. We're gonna miss it." She pushed herself up onto the wall, and swung her legs over the edge, so she was sitting over the sea itself, the spray below visible from Wrecker's vantage point.

"Woah…Hold up." He held out his hands, readying himself to back away completely and leave Omega where she was. "Omega, you know me. I ain't sitting up there." Omega looked at him, her eyes roving up and down. And in that moment, Wrecker suddenly knew she didn't see his stupid fear of heights as a hindrance like most everyone else. She saw him. Him as a human, with human fears and weaknesses, him as just regular old Wrecker, who was afraid of heights even though he wasn't afraid of platoons of battle droids. Just Wrecker.

"I think you can do it," She nodded, and held out her hand to him. "Just a little at a time, Wrecker."

So Wrecker did just that, inching forward at a pace he was only slightly comfortable with. And by the time he was fully and completely perched on the seawall next to Omega, the sun was bursting over the horizon, sending vibrant pinks, reds, and oranges across the sky and reflecting off the sea and her eyes, and all at once he was feeling a deep and unshakeable peace, one he'd never felt in his life. He wasn't sure how Omega knew how he needed this. He needed a moment to breathe, just breathe, and she'd finally given it to him. He hadn't even had to ask.

"Kid," He reached his arm around her shoulders, and squeezed gently. "Sometimes I think you know a whole lot more 'bout this galaxy than I do."