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Before the Force decided that it wanted to mess up Fox’s day, he was having a fairly good day. He had only gotten four inches of paperwork from the Chancellor, a couple casualty reports, and a hundred messages from the command chat.
So all in all, a good day.
Unfortunately, Fox’s day was ruined by the karking Force. Oh, and Quinlan Vos.
Fox had just gotten back from checking in with Kote (and maybe Rex, but he’d never tell Kote that he liked the blonde CT he’d adopted back on Kamino) and making sure they hadn’t died on their latest campaign, when it happened.
Now. It wasn’t as if stuff like this had never happened to clone troopers before. In fact, pretty much every battalion had past experiences with what the entire GAR had simply named “Force Osik.” The entire Wolfpack (and sometimes General Koon) had been turned into wolves multiple times. There was a time when the 501st had to deal with a human Ahsoka. The 212th had the… educational experience of their general being turned into a teenager with only his memories of up until he was 14. Unfortunately, the very same battalion had also had to deal with the time General Kenobi’s Master was brought back to life for a week. Both experiences helped them realize how utterly kriffed up their general’s childhood was. Oh and you couldn’t forget the issue the 91st had had with time travel. Fox still hasn’t gotten the details about that from Ponds, and it wasn’t for lack of trying.
This stuff happened so often that the Jedi Council had set a comm number specifically for any Force related mishaps the Grand Army of the Republic had run into.
However. Nothing had happened to the troopers of the Guard. Until today. So here Commander Fox of the elite Coruscant Guard was, sitting just outside his office door, as a fluffy, red fox.
Now, Fox loved Foxes just as much as the next person, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be turned into one.
But here he was.
Fox sighed (do foxes sigh?) and trotted grumpily down the hall to Thorn’s office door, which was slightly ajar. He nudged the door open and hopped right up onto Thorn’s desk, which he was currently sitting at.
“Oh hello, little foxy. How’d you get in here?” Thorn said, raising his hand to pet Fox. Fox just sat there and gave him the incredulous glare that he hoped Thorn would recognize as his own. He really wanted to be changed back, but unfortunately he couldn’t use a comm in his current predicament.
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Luckily for Fox, Thorn would recognize the glare his ori’vod reserved just for him, Thire, and Stone (and General Vos) anywhere. He scooped his newly-fox-turned brother into his arms (but not before taking a holo to send to Fox’s batchmates who Thorn knew would kill him if they didn’t receive holos) and headed off to the Temple where he would hopefully find a jetii who could help, although a part of Thorn’s mind was hopeful that Fox stayed this way for a little longer, if only because he couldn’t overwork himself when he couldn’t even pick up a stylus or turn on a datapad.
Thorn lucked out when he bumped into Quinlan Vos just outside the temple.
“Hey Commander. Where’d you get the fox?” The kiffar jedi asked as he bounded over to Thron.
“Well, you see General… the fox… is Fox?” Thorn told the jedi awkwardly.
Vos just stared at him and blinked. “You mean to tell me. That my boyfriend. Has been turned into a fox.” He said skeptically.
“Yes, sir. He—” Thorn started, but was interrupted by Fox jumping out of his arms and onto General Vos’s shoulder where he was now perched. “—Likes you better apparently.” He grumbled.
General Vos, being the nature jetii he was, simply stuck out his tongue in response. “Seeing as Foxy here seems to like me better, I’ll relieve you of your fox-sitting duties, Commander. Just make sure you keep the blackmail holo’s I’m sure you took.” Vos said with a grin. Fox growled.
“Oh, I definitely have blackmail and it’s going directly to the command chart, partially so I don’t get murdered by Fox’s batchmates.” Thorn smirked.
“That is something I would pay to see. And I don’t even get paid.”
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“You’re right about that.” Thorn left with a casual salute.
“Now, Foxy, it’s time for your long awaited visit to the patented Force Help Office. Let's go see if we can fix ya, or if we just have to wait it out.” Quinlan smirked at his boyfriend who glared at him and seemed to be saying something along the line of ‘You better fix me or I will leave you in your cell the next time the Guard arrests you.’
“Aw, come on Foxy! Don’t be so down. You finally get an excuse to not work. I swear, you’re almost as bad as Obes. Although, from what I hear, his commander isn’t great either.” He pouted. “Come to think of it, none of your batchmates sleep.”
Fox, being the smart one in their relationship, finally thought to communicate via their Force Bond. “Actually, only the ones with crazy jetii are sleep-deprived.”
“So… all of them except for Commander Wolffe.”
‘No. Cody, Rex, and I. Generals Windu and Koon are both well-behaved, not-self-sacrificing jetiise and your padawan luckily didn’t inherit your di’kut’la brain.’
Quinlan just pouted at that. But it was true. Mace, Plo, and Aayla were all much calmer than Obes, Ahsoka, Anakin, and himself. Poor Captain Rex had to deal with two crazy, reckless jedi. And sometimes his dear Obes, who had zero self-preservation skills. Obi-Wan blamed Qui-Gon Jinn for that last one. You don’t just abandon a new, 13-year-old padawan on a strange planet to fight in a civil war.
Quinlan really hated that man.
Fox yanked on his hair, effectively pulling him out of his murderous thoughts.
‘Right.’ Quinlan thought. ‘I have to deal with my fox-for-a-boyfriend before I can go back to resurrecting Obes’ Master just to kill him again.’
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Fortunately for Fox, they didn’t end up going to the jetiise. Unfortunately for Fox, Quin figured out why he was in his current predicament.
Apparently the Force had decided that he was working too much and needed a break.
Fox did not share that sentiment. Too bad Quinlan did. That was a fact Fox knew only too well. Quinlan was at the top of Fox’s list of people who cared about him and his health way too much, although he was closely followed by Fox’s batchmates, mainly Kote and Wolffe.
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Quinlan walked up the stairs of the temple with his boyfriend still perched on his shoulder.
He managed to dig an old cloak that he was pretty sure had once belonged to Obi-Wan. Why it was still sitting in his closet, he had no idea Quinlan wrapped the cloak around itself until it resembled a nest the perfect size for his foxy boyfriend to curl up and sleep in.
Which Fox did. But only after Quinlan put the nest next him on the bed.
And if Quinlan pressed a kiss to Fox’s furry head, Fox wasn’t going to complain. And if Quinlan woke up in the morning with his boyfriend, back to being human, curled up against his side, he wasn’t going to complain either.