The hero with no fear is one giant sham.

Really, Anakin has no idea who came up with that name for him and he’d like to have a talk with the person, just a little talk… in a dark room with no video surveillance.

Obi-Wan’s nickname of the Negotiator fits much better, Obi-Wan can negotiate his way out of an execution and get the crown jewels of a planet!

But Anakin has fears, many.

And most of them centers around the people he cares for, loves.

He fears Ahsoka not becoming a knight as she wants to be.

He fears Obi-Wan shunning him.

He fears having either comm him with tears in their eyes as they finally have a breakdown because of this hellish war.

He fears losing the respect he has managed to get from the council if not their trust.

He fears becoming an outcast among the Jedi.

And most of all… he fears loosing the people he loves.

Which is why Anakin is in the barracks at this moment with his heart in his throat, tearing past troopers as he has one goal in mind.

Finding Rex.

Because Rex had been shot.

His Rex, Rex who had cupped Anakin’s face and pulled him down into a kiss, Rex who laughed into their kisses and rubbed their noses together on cold nights. Rex, who would practically purr when Anakin rubbed his fingers through the short scruff of his blond hair.

Rex, who Anakin knew he loved, which was why he shot into the medbay with his eyes searching around until they landed on his lover.

The shorter man was standing in front of Kix, a little slumped and sans his armor, his skin tinged with a grayish color compared to the healthy tan.

But alive.

Beautifully, wonderfully alive and there, right in front of Anakin as both troopers turned at the sound of the door.

Rex face lit up with a smile the moment he saw Anakin, opening his mouth to greet him and Anakin couldn’t have stopped himself if so the entire council was in the room.

He jumped forward and wrapped his captain in a hug, pressing a desperate kiss to the others lips as he pretty much lifted Rex off his feet, the captain letting out a squeak that he knew the other would deny later.

Beside, vode kept each others secret, Anakin was Rex secret.

This wouldn’t spread and Anakin only pulled back when Rex hit on the back of his shoulders, the captain now flushed instead of gray as he smiled up at Anakin. “I’m glad to see you too,” He chuckled breathlessly. “But please be a bit more careful.” He added on.

Wincing, setting the other down, Anakin glanced worriedly between an exasperated Kix and an amused Rex. “I-I’m sorry.” He stammered even as he kept his hands on Rex waist, desperate to keep in touch with his lover.

Rex just reached up and patted him fondly on the cheek, callused hand warm and gentle. “Its alright cyare, just… a bit sore. Kix got me back in shape and I can even leave the medbay but I need some rest.” The man murmured, eyes softening as Anakin leaned into the touch.

Glancing to Kix for confirmation, Anakin felt his shoulders relax at the medics steady nod. “…My quarters got a good bed and heating system.” Anakin murmured, tugging the other gently with him, chest aching at the soft, exasperated look he got.

‘The hero with no fear, yeah right,’ Anakin leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to Rex brow before grasping his hand and pulling him along. ‘More like the hero with a million fears… but they’re worth it.’ He noted to himself, Rex squeezing his hand as they made their way into the hallways.

Most of the 501st knew anyway, neither bothering to hide on their way to Anakin’s quarters.

‘This is worth the fear,’ Anakin glanced at Rex, feeling warm at the sleepy, trusting smile he got from the captain. ‘Rex’s worth the fear. And deserving of all my love.’