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Hello there! The extremely talented and amazing @journen and I have been working together for the @codywanreversebang event over the past several months! I am honored to have worked with Jurnee and I am so excited to share what we have been working so hard on! I hope you all love the art by Journen which you can find on ao3 and on Tumblr for the first chapter! Thank you in advance for reading!

orbit me slowly

Summary:

In retrospect, perhaps Obi-Wan should have expected that Cody would keep his distance. After all, Obi-Wan’s last words to him hadn’t been his most… gentle.

Wait for me. Until after the war, until the dust settles. Then– we can have everything we want Cody…anything.

(Or, after an injury leaves Obi-Wan down and out, he realizes that time isn't as unlimited as he once believed)

In retrospect, perhaps Obi-Wan should have expected that Cody would keep his distance. After all, Obi-Wan’s last words to him hadn’t been his most… gentle.

Wait for me. Until after the war, until the dust settles. Then– we can have everything we want Cody…anything.

Obi-Wan had spoken the words months before, watching the sick turn of Cody’s features from hopeful to discouraged; it only took three sentences to ruin everything they had built.

Yet, Obi-Wan had to accept the disappointment, there was not another choice.

Obi-Wan was used to disappointment anyway; it was a loyal friend, an ever-existing companion when everything and everyone else abandoned his side. Perhaps he had grown to be content with disappointment.

Things had mostly returned to the way they were because Cody had finally agreed to wait, to hold out until it was safe.

For now, we will call it friendship.

It certainly had not turned out to be exactly the type of friendship Obi-Wan had expected. There was an innate sense of fondness that shone its light over most of their interactions, but there was also a bitter coldness that followed so near behind Cody when they spoke. Cody often narrowed his eyes and looked away in a constant reminder of Obi-Wan’s request.

Wait for me.

It hurt Obi-Wan more than he cared to admit, tearing ruthlessly at his mind every night while he tried to sleep. He wanted Cody’s muscular arms wrapped around him and he wanted to feel every scar underneath the press of his fingertips. Obi-Wan wanted a reminder that he was himself, free from the shackles of the Republic, not a pawn disguised as a Jedi.

Instead, he was confined to his quarters alone, blank walls enclosing him and silence ringing viciously in his ears. There, he often regretted that he ever asked Cody to wait; how much longer would it be before the war would finish? Days? Years?

It could not be predicted. The more appropriate answer was too long.

Then he had gone to Mandalore, and the person who he had not asked to wait , the first person who Obi-Wan had ever loved in the deepest sense of the word, was gone forever. It all happened in a moment, like the snap of one’s fingers or a lit candle suddenly losing its flame.

Years of memories, and the slightest, smallest moments had flashed before his eyes as he had kneeled by Satine’s dying form.

Gone now. No longer dying, but dead.

He reminded himself that she was gone.

There on the ground, lungs struggling to take in her last breaths, she had looked as beautiful and regal as she always had since Obi-Wan had first met her during his teenage years. For a moment, Obi-Wan let his feelings escape past the tight hold he kept on them. With a shuddering breath and tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, the deep-rooted affection he kept trapped outside of the walls of the Force released for just one painful second.

It had hurt more than any wound he had ever received.

It had been so long, nearly twenty years since their paths had crossed into romantic territory, and the deep regret had since faded, but there was a nagging at Obi-Wan’s heart that he had not felt in years.

To live one’s life as a noble Jedi was his mission, and he was sure of that, but he could not help but feel that his own purpose meant nothing to him if the ones he loved died on its behalf.

Is life too vulnerable, too short, to let go of the ones you care deeply for?

It was the newest question that plagued his mind far into the late hours of the night. He wished he could sleep, but contemplation was never one to leave him to rest.

A call for a briefing, only weeks after Satine had died in Obi-Wan’s arms, had led him to the same room as Cody for the first time since his return.

Cody looked at him with some unreadable expression that looked to be a cross between pity and sorrow. Obi-Wan nodded at him, restraining the urge to bury his face in the crook of Cody’s neck and let out the building frustration that he had been burying deep inside of himself for weeks.

He averted his eyes for a moment and cleared his throat.

Things are not like that anymore.

He found that he had to remind himself that things were not as they once were.

Anakin and Rex were in attendance as well as Ahsoka and Mace Windu, but Obi-Wan’s eyes were only focused on Cody who had looked away after a brief moment of eye-contact that made Obi-Wan’s heart skip a beat.

It had only been a second before Cody’s eyes were cast away from Obi-Wan’s direction and he seemed focused solely on Mace Windu who had begun to explain the objective of the newest mission.

Obi-Wan decidedly did the same and cast his eyes on the Jedi Master.

“We’re dealing with an unusual circumstance on Felucia,” Mace Windu began as he brought up a holo image of a Twi’lek that Obi-Wan had never seen before, “This is a bounty hunter named Spiron Holt who seems be stirring up trouble with the local farmers in the northern hemisphere. He has ties to Grevious; the Council believes he was sent to Felucia to draw out the Jedi. We are unsure of what is planned, but we are hesitant to send the 212th and 501st both into a potential battleground. There is a chance that Naboo will also require assistance from the GAR in the coming days.”

Cody turned his head to make brief eye-contact with Rex and whispered something into the Captain’s ear.

“Generals Kenobi and Skywalker as well as Commander Tano and Cody will be heading to Felucia, but we need to decide which battalion will be accompanying them.”

Windu looked between Cody and Rex, seemingly waiting for them to decide for themselves whose men would go. Rex was the first to speak. “If I may say so, Sir, I believe that my men’s numbers have been depleted to the point where we could not adequately participate in active combat. We have too many men who are in Medical and I am sure that the 212th will be able to handle the threat.”

Obi-Wan looked up toward Cody, watching a small hesitant upturn of his lips and the gentlest of nods.

He is coming for me.

Obi-Wan looked away before his own smile caught the attention of anyone else in the room, primarily Anakin.

“It's settled then. The four of you and the 212th will depart at nineteen-hundred hours.” Windu closed the image of the bounty hunter and dismissed the briefing, exiting the room promptly, and leaving the three Jedi with the Commander and Captain. There was a beat of silence before Rex began a discussion about a new tactic with Anakin and Ahsoka.

Obi-Wan was left in loud silence with his Commander.

“How are you, General?” Cody asked, hand hovering by his side for a moment before he clenched it into a fist and crossed his arms over his chest.

Obi-Wan also crossed his arms tentatively over his chest, mirroring the stance that Cody had taken to.

“Fine, all things considered.” Obi-Wan answered meekly, his heart pounding with sorrow as he attempted to wipe the image of Satine’s lifeless form from his mind. He did not expect Cody to understand what he meant. As far as Obi-Wan was aware, Cody thought he had been sent on a rather unsuccessful diplomatic mission in the outer rim; that was at least what Anakin had told him he had given as a reason for his absence.

He shook the thought of Satine from his head.

I see more than enough of that in my dreams.

Obi-Wan swallowed hard as he pursed his lips.

“Obi-Wan…” Cody started, taking a tentative step in Obi-Wan’s direction, “Are you– is everything alright?” Cody asked. Obi-Wan tried not to allow his nerves to show as he swallowed again. Cody narrowed his eyes and his lips remained in a tight line.

“Yes, of course. Still… processing. The negotiations were difficult.” Obi-Wan answered stiffly, trying not to let on that there was more stirring in his chest than he cared to admit, “I will see you when we leave.” He nodded, almost as if that was enough to curb Cody’s concern, before he turned on his heel to slip away from the briefing room.

Obi-Wan felt like all the air had been sucked from his lungs as felt Cody’s gaze on his back as he disappeared down the hallway of the Temple. Obi-Wan wanted to look back, to let Cody press his forehead against his own and to lean into his touch.

But, there was nothing that could fill the newfound emptiness that was constantly fixed in his chest.

Nineteen hundred hours came quickly and Obi-Wan pulled himself into the cruiser with as much confidence as he could manage. He had taken a stim– something he was not known to do often– with the hope that it would keep alive and prepared for the mission, but all it did was make him jumpy, his nerves barely able to handle its strong and immediate effects.

“You’re unusually jittery. Did you have one too many cups of tea this morning?” Anakin smiled sarcastically as he pushed his shoulder against Obi-Wan’s.

“Too few, actually.” Obi-Wan answered solemnly as he fiddled mindlessly with the hilt of his lightsaber. Obi-Wan let out a deep sigh and cringed at the way it shuttered as it came out.

“Cody’s still not talking to you, I’m assuming?” Anakin said matter-of-factly as he stood to pace across the length of the ship. Obi-Wan eyed him with suspicion.

“How would you know?” Obi-Wan asked dubiously, partially wishing that Anakin would drop the subject altogether.

“I might have overheard him say something to Rex about missing you; apparently, you never commed him. You haven’t seen him, or spoken to him , in what– a month?” Anakin stopped and shrugged before he continued his pacing.

“Three weeks.” Obi-Wan muttered, almost surprising himself with the fact that had, indeed, counted the days.

“Oh so you’re keeping track now?” It was meant to be teasing, but all Obi-Wan could think about was how many more weeks, months, years it would be until the war was finished.

“Anakin, please . Just let it go.” Anakin just pressed a gentle hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder and looked at him with a more serious expression, his face shifting on a dime.

“Obi-Wan, please. You need to talk to him.” I would if I could. That’s what Obi-Wan wanted to say. Instead, he fidgeted under Anakin’s gaze, hands clasping against one another as a reflex.

“I already did Anakin, weeks ago. I made a decision, like I told… you know I am committed to the Jedi order, and Anakin, that is what is most important; duty. You understand this.” Obi-Wan had spoken to Anakin about his fleeting relationship with Cody, only out of an act of mutual trust. Anakin had not been too proud to acknowledge that he and Padmé were together when Obi-Wan had asked; Obi-Wan had reciprocated on a later occasion when Anakin had walked in on the two of them curled into each other's' arms in Obi-Wan’s bed Only a couple of days earlier Anakin had noticed him being a little too touchy with Cody on a night out at a Coruscant bar.

It had only been appropriate to inform Anakin, to set an example , when he had decided to not let things continue with Cody. Attachment is not part of the Jedi Code, Anakin, he had said, wishing the words were untrue, but knowing they were, I have made my commitment.

“I know, Obi-Wan but not everything in life can be about duty.” Anakin said, matter-of-factly and with a hint of a fond smile that somehow made Obi-Wan feel even worse, although he kept his face void of that particular emotion.

“But many things are about duty. My job , for instance.” Obi-Wan gestured with one hand to the surrounding cruiser and the various men under his command who roamed about.

“Thank you for stating the obvious, Obi-Wan.” Anakin huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. He looked at Obi-Wan with confusion before shaking his head and looking right into Obi-Wan’s eye with a seriousness that the elder Jedi had not seen in a very long time. “What has gotten into you? You’re so…” Anakin uncrossed his arms and placed a gentle hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, “Are you alright?” He finally asked, although hesitation was evident in his tone.

“It’s nothing. Not something you or I can fix.” Obi-Wan said, somewhat wistfully. Anakin was unsatisfied with the answer.

“I don’t plan on fixing anything. Come on, Obi-Wan, just spit it out.” Though Obi-Wan would usually just wave him off, shoot back a sarcastic comment, and turn on his heel, this time he felt compelled to say something. There were too many feelings weighing so heavily on his shoulders.

“I’m just worried that– Cody has been so distant. I never meant to hurt him, but I’m afraid the damage has already been done.” Obi-Wan felt his own words impact on Anakin as the younger Jedi’s eyes softened and he let his hand drop from Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

“Obi-Wan… he’s just upset, I think anyone would be. He still cares about you, I know that much.”

“I know he cares, Anakin.” Or cared, I should say. Obi-Wan allowed his slight exasperation to lace his voice.

“He’ll come around, Obi-Wan, he just needs a little more time. Just stop with the drama, please . You’re killing the mood.” Obi-Wan knew it was meant as a joke, something to lighten the mood, but it felt like an accusation, like he was being personally singled out as a miserable buzzkill.

You did this to yourself, he reminded himself as he tried to shake his thoughts from his mind. Maybe if he just cared a little less and let Cody drift away, maybe then he would feel whole again?

“I know.” Was all Obi-Wan could muster up the courage to say back to Anakin.

Anakin smiled, eyes soft once more, and he nodded once before turning away. He was unusually proficient in reading Obi-Wan’s body language, and supposedly, he could tell that Obi-Wan had lost the will to keep talking.

Silence was what he needed, time to process and time to spend some time regulating his feelings through meditation. He closed his eyes, succumbing to the soft, somewhat glowing comfort of the Force.

The progression towards Felucia was mostly silent except for Anakin’s occasional quips that were continuously thrown towards Obi-Wan. He could barely fake a faint chuckle.

Their arrival on Felucia was almost a relief to Obi-Wan; he could redirect all of his thoughts towards this newly relevant bounty hunter.

They landed outside of a small tropical farming village that appeared to have been pillaged judging by the upturned food stands and various discarded items littering the streets.

The settlement was surrounded by tall dense trees that kept it secluded. The small huts that normally housed the Felucians, in some places, had been entirely decimated. Gardens seemed to have a similar fate judging by the upturned dirt and lack of vegetables.

Several Chelonoids gathered in the center of the village, seemingly in deep discussion.

“Looks like Holt has already been here.” Anakin muttered as they inched towards the center of the village. Obi-Wan noted the eerie silence that crept through the village, only sounds of the encompassing forest in the background.

“It surprises me that one bounty hunter alone could do this kind of damage.” Ahsoka added as her eyes ran across the scene before her.

When they finally arrived at the Felucians, Obi-Wan could see their fear imprinted in their stances. No weapons to be seen, they clearly were feeling vulnerable to the outside world.

“Please, leave us alone. Go away!” One of the creatures said in just a whisper once Anakin took a hesitant step forward. “He said he would stay here until the Jedi came. He said if we allow the Jedi to help us he would kill us all. Leave now!” The Chelonoid stood entirely still, voice filled with fear and eyes boring into Obi-Wan’s own.

“Who are you speaking of?” Obi-Wan asked in the same hushed tone. He held up his hands, hoping it would be interpreted as a call for peace.

“That bounty hunter!” The Felucian spat, arm extended toward the left side of the surrounding jungle, “And his army droids!”

Droids? What bounty hunter had an army of droids?

Then it dawned on Obi-Wan. Windu had been right, it was a trap; Spiron Holt must have been hired by the separatists. It would explain the extreme levels of destruction that spanned the length of the village, and the army of droids nonetheless.

Obi-Wan turned to face Cody, Ahsoka, and Anakin and watched as the men of the 212th stood at attention. “Seems we may have a Separatist trap on our hands, we need to fan out and create a barrier around the village.”

Obi-Wan glanced around to make sure that none of the supposed droids had infiltrated the scene yet before he continued, “Ahsoka, take a few men and round up the villagers. Get them inside of the barn over there.” He pointed to one of the last remaining structures that had not been flattened. Hopefully, its brick foundation would hold up against an onslaught of blaster fire.

“Yes Master!” Ahsoka said before selecting a group of troopers, and beginning her task.

“Anakin, take half of these men and see if you can use whatever you can find as a blockade over there,” He motioned toward the side of the village opposite of the barn, “I believe– I sense that they are hiding somewhere beyond the brush in that direction. The rest of you can spread yourself along the perimeter.” There was a shuffling of men, some yelling, before everyone had been dispersed to their respective locations, that was, except for Cody who looked at Obi-Wan expectantly.

“What about me, General?”

Obi-Wan considered him for a moment, before clearing his throat. “Wherever you think is best Commander.” Obi-Wan said. He trusted Cody to make the right call; he had always been intuitive.

Cody only nodded, his gaze prolonged; Obi-Wan felt like he could feel the weight of the Commander’s stare through his bucket. “But stay out of the blaster fire.” Obi-Wan added, just before Cody had a chance to turn around, and hoped that Cody understood the subtext.

Stay safe. Don’t get hurt. Do what you must, but stay alive.

Cody turned, saying nothing, and marched toward a few shinys who seemed to have missed their instructions and were standing, weapons drawn against their sides.

For a moment, Obi-Wan had to clear his head and refocus himself on the task at hand. There was a battle to be won, and a community to save; there was no time for distraction.

He surveyed the surrounding area again while he reached out to the Force in an attempt to sense the locations of the droids– there surely could not be many of them. What stake would the Separatists have in sending vast amounts of their depleting droids to one tiny village? Yet, something in the Force told Obi-Wan that there was something more at play.

Something is not quite right.

Obi-Wan waited another moment, hoping for some clarity, but soon returned to physically watching the boundaries of the encampment for any movement in the distance, or ruffling of trees.

All was quiet for a few minutes, but it was an eerie silence that left Obi-Wan hearing his own heartbeat in his chest.

Then–

“Sir, there is a battalion of twenty– no, fifty battle droids closing in on us!” There was a muffled yell of Waxer before the comm was cut short and replaced with Cody’s voice.

“We don’t have much time, General, I’m requesting backup as soon as possible!” Cody’s normally metered tone was cut with an unusual layer of uncertainty that made the hair on the back of Obi-Wan’s neck stick up. He took a deep, shuddering, breath.

What? The clankers had all been coming from all sides of the village?

Obi-Wan realized, with impending dread heavy in his gut, that the village must have been surrounded all along.

How did I not see it? There was nothing from the Force!

Then the blaster fire began, the sound of it radiating through the village with continuous flashes of red light as the last of the villagers crawled into the barn. Obi-Wan ducked behind a bit of rubble and pulled his comlink to his face while blaster fire chipped the rubbish next to him.

“Where are they the most dense?” Obi-Wan asked, hoping there would not be an answer to the question at all.

“Over here.” Cody said, already knowing Obi-Wan could feel his location. “I think they are coming in waves from this side. We can’t spare any men on the other sides though– we have no idea what’s coming.”

Cody was right, if any trooper left their post, it would leave an opening. There only seemed to be one alternative solution.

“I’ll see what I can do; if there are no spare troopers, I’ll come as a reinforcement myself.” Obi-Wan blocked another round of red blaster fire as it whizzed past him in his semi-exposed hiding place behind the remains of a destroyed hut.

It was a calculated move, albeit dangerous, but Obi-Wan did not want to watch the blaster fire rain down on Cody. Sure, Cody’s armor would protect him from some of the damage, but the battle droids were dense and their fire would eventually eat away at even the best plastoid armor.

There is no choice.

Using the other pieces of rubble to his advantage and raising his lightsaber to deflect the oncoming blaster fire, Obi-Wan started across the center of the village towards Cody’s location.

But then–

Obi-Wan sensed it though a firm tug by the Force, one more powerful than he had felt in some time.

There is an explosive, one of them must have an explosive!

His heart only pounded louder, loud enough that he could hear the blood rushing in his ears.

Cody was still a quarter klick in front of him and he stood in a crouch as he aimed his blaster at the onslaught of angry droids. There were no other Clones surrounding him, seemingly distracted with their own hand-to-hand combat with battle droids to his left and right.

Something in Force reminded Obi-Wan that those droids were not carrying explosives, it was the bounty hunter, Spiron Holt, right in the middle of the pack inching towards Cody’s vulnerable form.

In real life, he looked taller and more daunting than he had on the holo image that Windu had displayed. His eyes, even from afar, seemed unforgiving, and he walked with no urgency and fear from within the pack of clankers.

Obi-Wan’s breath hitched in his chest as his legs carried him as quickly as he could go. Obi-Wan could only call out for strength from the Force to move faster, to make it there before–

The Force had been warning him that day, like an alarm buzzing incessantly in his ears. Obi-Wan had tried to shove down the burning anxiety that had worked its way into his chest. The Force had been right, because there she was, Satine, helplessly imprisoned by Maul. There was that look in her eyes, like she knew it would be the end.

Obi-Wan had attempted to ignore it, he wanted to chalk it up to fear.

He wished he had listened to the Force more closely that day, before Satine fell to the ground, never to stand again.

–The recent memory throbbed against the inside of his head like a new wound that had just barely healed. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he watched, with eyes wide, as Sprion raised one of his muscular arms with a hint of a childish smirk painted across his face. It was a look of corrupted morality, the same one Maul had on the day of Satine’s death. Revenge.

No! No Kenobi, you can’t let it happen again, you can’t–

He was by Cody’s side, screaming at him to run at the top of his lungs as the explosive hung eerily in the air; it almost seemed to idle as if time had slowed tremendously.

“Get back, Cody!” He screamed one last time with a raw voice as he watched Cody wince with hesitation.

Obi-Wan extended one trembling hand towards the oncoming black bomb in the air, and the other reached out to press at Cody’s form with the Force in a sick attempt to push his body away from the onslaught of the inevitable explosion. It would explode– Obi-Wan knew that, there was no stopping it now.

He only waited for Cody to skitter to a stop in the dirt, almost a half a klick away, before he wrenched his other arm toward the explosive.

It had lit up orange and red with the fire that expelled from its sides, angry and red and violent.

Force help me.

It was a desperate plea, but the Force held strong and he held back the ever expanding flames as his arms shook desperately with the strain.

“K-keep going!” He yelled scratchily, hoping Cody would continue his evacuation. He did not stop and wait to see if Cody ran, instead, he compiled his efforts into using the Force against the heat of the then oncoming explosion.

Then it sounded.

The explosion was painfully loud, leaving Obi-Wan to wince with the sudden pain to his inner ears and the violent ringing that followed. Before him, the bomb erupted into huge, vicious, roaring flames. The orange and red fire filled his entire vision as he nearly crumbled under the weight of the Force. He staggered backwards, his feet barely stable under his failing legs.

Just a little longer Kenobi, just until Cody has had enough time to get away. Please! He can’t be taken from me. I can’t live without him.

He pleaded with the Force, no– begged for strength, but it would not last.

The exhaustion was settling into his arms and chest more quickly than he had hoped.

What are my options?

There was only one; the Force would give out, and he would have to run hoping that the flames would not consume him before he had the chance to escape the blast. With steeled features and his mind ringing with the same thought repetitively – you saved him, now try to save yourself – Obi-Wan let go.

His legs carried him as fast as they could, but the fire licked at his arms and the side of his face as he looked back. He could feel the scalding flames against his cheek.

He realized, too late, that he would not outrun it; he did not stand a chance.

He wanted to give up as his lungs began to fill with smoke. I made him cough loudly as his lungs protested against the fumes. In the distance he thought he heard the sound of someone yelling for him, but he barely had time to process the words before he felt his body lifted from the ground and thrown away from where the flames nipped at his flesh.

He landed harshly, every bone and muscle protesting as his form collided with the rough ground.

Body skidding to a stop with a thud and a resulting whimper of pain, Obi-Wan kept his eyes shut. He hoped that the rolling pain that pulsed through his side would dull, but it only grew harsher as the wind passed against the raw skin on his side.

Kriff… it hurts…

He could feel the crack of a bone. Where– he did not know. The fire had managed to eat through the thin layers of his tunic and he could feel where his flesh had been so badly burnt by the fire. He wanted to scream, and maybe he did, but he couldn’t hear a thing, the effects of the explosion taking away his hearing temporarily.

Everything became hazy before he could consider attempting to move, but somewhere through the smoke, he noticed Cody and Anakin looming ahead of him, their faces and eyes were fuzzy, and he tried to say something, to indicate that he was alive… he could be fine, maybe.

Obi-Wan allowed himself to succumb to the darkness with some vague hope that he would wake up and see them both again.

Force help me.

Cody had noticed it only seconds after Waxer.

There appeared to be some metallic looking movement somewhere deep in the jungle. He should have been smart enough to know, in that moment, that battle droids lurking in the depths of a jungle, hidden from view, would not result in a pleasant situation.

Battle droids were unintelligent and certainly bad shots, but they were harmful when their shots landed.

He would have done the same thing if he were Obi-Wan.

Logically, a Jedi was the only one who stave off an explosion for as long as he had. If Cody were a Jedi, he would have done the same, but Obi-Wan was not only a Jedi, not to Cody, and not to the other men.

He was a General, a brother all the same, and to Cody… he was something more .

Obi-Wan had thrown Cody, with the strength of the Force, across the dirt. Cody had laid in the dust, mind not quite wrapping around the fact that he had been tossed onto the ground.

He got to his feet quickly, ready to charge, but it was too late.

It did not happen in slow motion, it was quick.

The bomb sounded, vibrating ominously in Cody’s ears, and Obi-Wan held it off with beat red cheeks and a look of utter determination that lasted for only a few moments before the force of the explosion bested him.

The Jedi were strong, but explosives were often stronger.

Cody watched helplessly, bucket disguising the flash of horror that ran across his face, as Obi-Wan ran, legs pulling him away from the flames for only a second.

One brief second.

Cody had held his breath.

Then the flames caught up.

For only a moment, one overwhelming moment, he had been by Obi-Wan’s side, ripping his helmet off of his head before pulling the singed fabric away from where it had nearly melted to Obi-Wan’s skin. There appeared to be little shards of debris littered throughout the raw wounds; the sight caused Cody to form a lump in his throat.

Kriff. Fucking kriff.

Cody attempted to wipe at the tears that welled in the corners of his eyes.

Obi-Wan’s face was cut in multiple places, his hair was a dirty wreck, and his skin was pale. His usually well-maintained appearance had all but disappeared, and it left Cody rattled.

Obi-Wan’s arms seemed to have taken most of the damage, the red, burned flesh sticking out of the gaping holes in the arms of the tunic he was wearing. Cody could barely look at the destroyed skin, it physically made him feel sick, especially as small whimpers escaped past Obi-Wan’s slightly parted lips.

Anakin had been there too, lurking somewhere by Obi-Wan’s side, but Cody had not realized until he looked up when Skull appeared with an oxygen mask and something of a frantic look on his face which was rare for the medic.

To be fair, Skull held the life of a war General, a Jedi, in his hands.

Anakin had the same look, the wild eyes of someone in shock, in horror. Cody supposed he probably had looked the same as he stared down at the corrupted flesh before him and the broken body of a man he cared for just a little more than most.

Obi-Wan was awake for just a few moments, face contorting with pain, before Skull had arrived. His eyes had been filled with hazy tears that leaked down the sides of his cheeks. Cody wiped them away with a shaking hand before the salty tears fell into the cuts on his face.

He couldn’t say anything, even when tried; his voice seemed to be caught underneath the lump in his throat. Instead, he stared with wet eyes.

“I-It’s– Obi-Wan it’s going to be okay. We’ll– Skull!– I– we will get you out of here.” Anakin’s voice was trembling as he attempted to reassure Obi-Wan, but clearly, the General was too far gone; none of the words would make a difference. Not only would the smoke-inhalation have gotten to him, but the sheer volume of the explosion had at least blown out his hearing for a couple of minutes.

Anakin said something else, some assurance that Obi-Wan would make it out alive, but he did not seem to believe it.

Perhaps Cody didn’t either.

For a second, Cody forgot about the blaster fire whipping by his exposed head and the hundreds of clankers that surrounded the village. He forgot about the mission, and all of the little details and distinctions that made him a Commander.

Wait for me.

Obi-Wan had asked Cody to wait, but Cody had taken it as a promise, because it was. And now– staring into the teared-filled, hazy eyes of his General where he was laid out on the ground, Cody felt like maybe that promise would not be fulfilled after all.

“No, you wait for me.” Cody whispered, hoping Obi-Wan would hear him.

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Like A Haunted House

TW: Major character death fakeout (order 66 related) - Cody deals with self loathing and guilt - brief mention of starving (not intentional)

Word count: 2,435

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41102319

Summary: Post-Order 66 Codywan reunion set roughly during Kenobi.

Their eyes met across the marketplace, in the low light of dusk.

It could’ve been some poetic moment, of two worlds that had come crashing down meeting in the middle of a sand-plagued planet where people went to die. It wasn’t poetic. It ended rather swiftly, with Obi-Wan taking off as fast as his feet could carry him.

The chill he got was like coming home to a haunted house. Cold in a way that made you uneasy, in a way that felt hollow. And Obi-Wan had spent every moment since that day trying to avoid that feeling, to never know anything other than the warmth and brightness that had come with knowing Cody before.

Before it had all come crumbling down.

He knew he was being chased. When you spend enough time running, you can just sense when someone’s after you, and with how well he’d gotten to know Cody, there was no ignoring his presence behind him. The years could wear lines into his face, make his bones ache, and chew at his resilience, but they couldn’t make Obi-Wan forget him. Well, the way he was. Obi-Wan supposed he didn’t know him anymore. Not really. So he kept running.

It felt pitiful, really, because he was running from a past ten years overdue to preserve a life of white-knuckled survival, filled with sideways looks, droughts and famines, and spending every moment looking over his shoulder. Instinct was driving him, unrelenting adrenaline pushing him forward through the crowds away from someone he’d been having dreams about running to for ten years.

Was he crying?

It felt like he was crying. Maybe it was the sand he was kicking up, stinging his eyes. Maybe it was the way he felt as if his world was caving in all over again.

Obi-Wan remembered the moment it had all happened. Sometimes it came back in a haze– flashes of falling and pure, crushing betrayal hitting him harder than the surface of the water had. And then he was cold. He’d wake up in a cold sweat those nights, unable to stop himself from whispering ‘Why?’ over and over, shaky and suffocating.

He always ended up curled up, with his back to one of the cavern’s rocky walls. At one point, during a time so distant, it would’ve been Cody’s back. Or his chest, and they would pretend it had never happened the next day. Now there was no one left he’d trust to get anywhere near that close. Now there was no one left at all.

Other times, when he remembered, he saw exactly what happened. Every second played in slow motion– every detail amplified, every feeling overwhelming and almost worse than when it had first happened. He was falling off the side of the cliff again, knowing the rocks above him may crush him, and all he could see was his Commander.

Cody didn’t react. He didn’t look like he felt anything.

Cody remembered screaming, even though he knew his body hadn’t. He swore his throat was sore for days, even weeks, afterwards, as he was trapped inside the body that had killed Obi-Wan Kenobi– or so he thought. He swore it was still sore then, as he ran after Obi-Wan, pushing down the need to yell after him. Of course, screaming his name of all things in the middle of a crowded marketplace was the dumbest possible option, but the feeling was so ingrained in him it welled up until it was choking him.

That scream had been stuck in the bottom of his throat for a decade and he felt it sting every time he caught his own reflection.

Obi cursed himself for being foolish enough to get injured the previous week. It had been a stupid accident, but now his ankle was screaming for relief, any sort of rest, and he was going to be left with no choice. Better to duck away and hide and risk getting caught with others around than waste his stamina running into the middle of nowhere.

If he were to die by Cody, that would be okay– better that than anyone else, but still. It was in his blood to not go down without a fight.

And so he ducked down an alleyway and wedged himself behind a stack of crates since there was nowhere else to go and felt very much like he was cornered prey. The alley was dark– not the best choice, but it wasn’t as if he could back out now. It was too late. A shadow had fallen in front of the entrance to the alley.

How could a shadow be so familiar? Yes, Obi-Wan was crying, passively at that point. He was resigned to his fate. It would be alright, if it was Cody. It was only a matter of time. Obi remembered distantly that he’d made the comment once, that Cody would be the death of him. Of course, it was flirting disguised as banter, because flirting with his Commander would be unprofessional and Obi-Wan was very much unsure of whether or not Cody would even be receptive.

Cody had responded with a snort and, “Promise.”

The shadow stepped closer.

Obi-Wan could make out his features now, and he was almost relieved he’d gotten to see Cody before he died, even if this was how he would die. At least he was alright. At least he had made it out, even if it was going to be at the cost of Obi-Wan’s life.

The crates came crumbling down.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was not a coward, but he felt sick. He didn’t want to look Cody in the eyes, there was too much weight to it. The last time he had–

“I forgive you.”

With a gasp, the words had left him before he’d even realized he was speaking, though his voice was clogged with unshed tears and unspoken words. Unspoken confessions. He would not look at him.

“What?” Cody’s voice was heavy with rasp, either from disuse or the heavy sand they’d both swallowed.

“I forgive you. I forgave you when it happened. I forgive you now, for what has to happen.” His eyes were closed. He was shaking. He was bracing himself.

He was being lifted.

Cody knew he probably should’ve caught up with the man first, verbally, and explained everything. He definitely should’ve used the apology he’d spent so many years going over and over again in his head to make sure it was perfect, in the idyllic situation where he’d find out Obi-Wan was alive. He should’ve, but he didn’t.

Instead, he caught Obi-Wan up in his arms and squeezed him tight enough there should’ve been more concern about breaking bones. Cody couldn’t let him go. He’d spent too long chasing his shadow, his memories and every trace that even reminded the clone of him. He was thinner than Cody remembered, but he still fit just right in his arms, against his chest, like he was meant to be there.

He was meant to be there.

Through the rushing of adrenaline that had muffled Cody’s ears, he heard himself apologizing. Over and over, like it was the only mantra he could repeat, he was asking for forgiveness that he didn’t deserve. They were sinking to the ground.

Obi-Wan thanked everything in the universe that the alley seemed to be a poorer choice than he thought for being safe amongst the public, because they spent an unknown amount of time on the sandy ground, mumbling back and forth, “I’m sorry,” and “I forgive you.” And if he was honest, he was still waiting for it.

For the sting of betrayal all over again. A blaster, a dagger, poison. Something. Anything. It was too good to be true, otherwise, but even this felt too good to be true. He was here and that coldness had left his eyes. They were warm, like he remembered. He was home. “What happened? How did you– where did you go?” Cody asked, finally leaning back and fumbling his hands forward to cup Obi-Wan’s jaw, examining his face as if trying to make sure he was real.

“The water. I fell in the water and uhm,” his voice cracked, “I just swam. When I came to.”

Cody’s face crumpled at that and he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Obi-Wan’s chest like a child begging for mercy. Again, his words were muffled, this time by Obi’s cloak. “I’m sorry.”

Obi-Wan reached up and cradled the back of Cody’s head and shoulders, holding him close as he screwed up his eyes. They could have a few more moments, at least, before Obi-Wan insisted on getting somewhere much safer. They deserved a few more moments, after everything.

Eventually, though, Obi-Wan had to pull away and bring Cody’s attention to their situation. The way Cody’s face crumpled in the face of perceived rejection nearly shattered his heart all over again, and Obi was quick to mumble, “We need to get somewhere safe. I need you to be safe.”

They recollected themselves in silence. The heat of the day had finally broken and there was a crisp, cool breeze blowing past that nearly threatened to push his hood off his head. Cody had fumbled a piece of cloth back into place over the lower half of his face, an obvious makeshift disguise. Obi-Wan wouldn’t have been surprised if there were still people out looking for Cody, for some reason or another.

Maybe Cody followed Obi-Wan a little too closely, but he didn’t care. There was no way he would let them get separated again, unless Obi-Wan asked him to leave. His eyes stung at the thought. From there, though, it was easy to catch on, “You’re limping.” He said.

“Yes. I’m alright, it was a small accident.”

“And I just chased you across half of Tatooine and made it worse.”

There was a hollowness to Cody’s voice that Obi-Wan swore he would fight back with his bare hands if he had to. “Let me help you, at least. Please.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t even think to protest as Cody slid one of his arms over his shoulder and helped him limp across the shifting sand dunes. There was a warm ache in his chest at a situation so familiar. It was almost comforting, to be stumbling and nearly falling down the mounds of sand, with Cody there to catch him at every little slip and shift. He leaned into him unabashedly.

When they finally made it to Obi-Wan’s cave, he felt Cody tense and the alarm was palpable. “You live out here, by yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Who checks in on you?”

The silence was deafening. Cody stared and stared at him. Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi master, lovable smartass, had no one checking on him. Right. Everyone thought he was dead. He would’ve been dead.

It was his fault, it was his fault, it was his fault.

Devastation hit like a blaster to the chest and they both wondered when it would end. The unspoken realization had settled on both of them at the same time– Obi-Wan knew that he had realized why this was all there was to his life, and yet, as he’d said, Obi-Wan had already forgiven him. It seemed that Cody would never forgive himself. “Let me help you. Please.” That hollowness was still there, persistent, and Obi never thought he’d find the hint of desperation comforting. At least it was something else.

So, instead of protesting like he would on any other occasion, before, he nodded. Cody helped him lower himself to sit on his cot and stretch out the leg with his injured ankle. Obi-Wan handed him a medical kit that he’d scrapped together for emergencies, and though his ankle didn’t count as an emergency in his eyes, Cody’s expression certainly did.

Cody knelt with Obi-Wan’s injured ankle propped on his thighs with laser focus on being as careful as possible. He’d spend the rest of his life patching Obi-Wan back up and protecting him, if Obi-Wan would let him. He’d do it until his body broke and there was nowhere left to go, and if Obi wanted to throw him out afterwards, that was fine by him. He’d spend the rest of his life asking for forgiveness he didn’t want to accept. Forgiveness he already had. He’d earn it, he swore he would.

His hands were shaky, yet tender, as he lined a makeshift splint up with Obi-Wan’s ankle and began wrapping it in gauze. When Obi-Wan sucked a sharp hiss of breath between his teeth, Cody mumbled apologies mixed with his own lazy rolling tears. His eyes were so swollen there wasn’t much crying left to do anymore, but they came forth anyway as he felt the urge to grovel at Obi-Wan’s feet. He finished with a piece of adhesive, but couldn’t stop rubbing his thumb over the spot where the gauze was fastened. Over and over, like it could heal him. Like it would fix the acrid taste in his mouth as a result of his own actions.

He was watching Obi-Wan fall again. He was screaming. He wasn’t screaming.

Obi-Wan leaned forward and reached out a hand, much more worn than they had been the last time the pair had met. His palm met Cody’s jaw with a warmth and softness that overwhelmed him, Obi-Wan’s thumb stroking over his tear-stained cheekbones. “You will have to forgive yourself, one day. I’ll tell you again and again, I already have.”

“How could you forgive me? For what I did? Forgiveness shouldn’t have even occurred in your mind, not for a second.”

Obi smiled, humorless, but affectionate. “I don’t think I was ever capable of doing anything else.”

Conversation died once again as they both mulled over all of the words they’d planned to say. Sentences that had been plotted for six years, apologies for five, and confessions since they’d met, never came forth. Instead, Obi-Wan dropped his hand to Cody’s shoulder and leaned forward. “Stay. Rest. With me. I don’t–” He swallowed. “I can’t lose you again.”

Selfishly, Cody couldn’t pass up the invitation, even though every bone in his body was telling him to. You don’t deserve to stay. You don’t deserve, it’s all your fault you don’t–

Obi-Wan pulled him down onto the tiny, thin cot that barely lasted through the last winter, Cody’s head on his chest, his hips between his thighs. “Thank you for making it back to me.” Cody could hear his heartbeat and the rumble of his voice in his chest as he spoke.

He was alive. He was home.

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi (TV), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: Codywan Kiss Bingo 2022, Kissing, Fluff

I wrote a little scene to go with my first fill of the @codywankissbingo!! First time posting writing on ao3 and first time writing a fic since I was like fourteen so! Maybe it’s a bit rough but it was really fun, so I hope you like it!

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ficfinder-general · 5 months

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Basically, I realized that when people recommend fics, they are often tagging the author's Tumblr as well.

I haven't been doing this (I do tag the author in the actual tags, though) because frankly it's often hard to track down what the Tumblr handle is if it's not identical to the ao3 username (and they might not be active or take it as spamming). So I was wondering whether authors have a preference. (Based on my blog, I am primarily interested in writers who publish codywan fics, but anyone can vote!)

Please feel free to elaborate on your answers in the replies/reblogs!

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starchaserfanatic · 6 months

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Does anyone else read fics that have absolutely zero conflict? And it’s all just nice and sweet?? Because reality is just such a kick in the teeth?? No? Just me?

Like let me have my silly little guys and let them be in love with no trauma whatsoever, okay? Okay, great. Just let them be silly.

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For the Republic

Here’s an order 66 fix it that is the confluence of several coincidental misunderstandings. Also why outsourcing your brainwashing is overall a bad idea.

Let's set the stage, ok?

The first misunderstanding is relatively simple, near the beginning of the war. A case of similar words causing confusions that is never cleared up. In this case a series of conversations between various clones and their Jedi about the Jedi’s relationship with the Republic. These conversations leave the Clones, all of them, convinced that the Jedi Order belongs to the Republic, instead of being part of the Republic. You know, in the same way that the Clones belong to the Republic (No matter which side you argue is true, this was not what the Jedi meant). This confusion is so deep that when Slick betrays them all to Ventress, his rants are specifically toward the Republic, and do not mention the Jedi Order at all.

The second misunderstanding is a bit more complex. It starts with the earliest flash training for the clones, the basics that are pushed so deep that none of the clones have any conscious memory of them, but are buried in the subconscious. Along with the Orders that would be enforced by the chips, there was the phrase ‘Jedi have Power’. There are other trainings that get layered on top of it, but in the deepest part of the Clone psyche the most basic definition that they have for Jedi is ‘Jedi have Power’. But Power, as a term, is an abstract that can mean so many things. And though they never realized it, the Trainers and Jango Fett and the Kaminoans taught the Clones a very specific definition of Power. Power cannot be had by someone who belongs to the Republic and Power only belongs to those who use it (specifically those who use it to abuse others).

By that definition their Generals and their Padawan Commanders and what is known as the Jedi Order are not Jedi. Instead the Clones view these beings as brothers (having very little grasp of gender) of a higher rank. Again this knowledge is buried so deep the Clones do not realize they think this. It is instinct. Frankly the distinction is somewhat subtle, and is closer to how the Jedi wish to be treated (without the higher rank part) so no one notices the shift.

When Umbara happens the anger that the clones feel toward Krell is not the disbelieving anger of an idol's pedestal crumbling, but the same anger felt for Slick’s betrayal.

When Order 66 happens, the Jedi become traitors. Except…the people that Palpatine intended to be killed were not considered to be Jedi. For Jedi had to have Power, and Power only belonged to those who were free, and only those who showed their Power.

The way that many of the Natborn officers did.

So the Clones immediately turned their weapons on the Naval officers who had been abusive, primarily to Clones or Jedi, but also some instances of civilian abuse as well.

On Coruscant, Anakin begins to lead the 501st to march on the temple. Only, as soon as they realized where they were headed, they stopped their general, confused. There are no Jedi there, they say. Anakin says something about Palpatine having the Power to save Padme. This leads Appo to the conclusion that Palpatine is a Jedi Traitor, who has done something to their General (which yes, but also no). The 501st stuns Anakin, with some taking him to the temple for deprogramming, or whatever needs to be done to counteract whatever the Jedi Traitors did.

The rest march back into the Rotunda to hunt the Jedi Traitor Palpatine. They are met by Fox, who shrugs and goes with them (with his own platoon of CG) without argument when Appo says that Palpatine is a Jedi. The active chips do muffle the Clones in the Force, a deliberate feature that Palpatine never thought could be used against him.

So Palpatine, the shiny new Emperor, is Emperor for about 20 minutes before he is shot through with so many bolts that he is basically left a goo on the floor. This bypasses every single one of his backup plans, many of which could not be fully put in place until he was Emperor, so there is no ‘Palpatine returns’.

At the temple roughly a dozen members of the 501st enter the Healing Halls, carrying a stunned Anakin Skywalker. Even stunned the healers can tell he is in some kind of mental breakdown. The healers (who do filter out anything that is not helpful o figuring out what is wrong with their patients, so ignore the whole ‘Palpatine the Jedi traitor’ thing) take from what the troopers have to say that they believe that Anakin may be possessed by something and that he is worrying about Padme Amidala’s health, both of which are causing the breakdown.

So Padme is collected by the rest of the 501st and brought to the healing halls, and it is decided that Anakin will be kept unconscious until his former Master, Obi WAn, is back on planet (if he is possessed then having his loved ones there is the best bet for breaking through and of Anakin’s loved one Obi wan would be the best equipped to not be killed). The healers, upon seeing Padme’s pregnancy, insist on a full exam. During this exam it is discovered that, due to a growth on her pelvic bone, a natural birth would likely be fatal to her and possibly the children (I do love the idea that Palpatine was feeding Anakin those visions, or that the visions were caused by Palpatine or Anakin causing Padme’s death, but it is also interesting to think that the visions were legitimate and the cause was something natural). Padme is scolded for not seeking out proper prenatal care, which would have noted the problem. The healers schedule her for an induced c section closer to her due date and ask that she check in daily (or sooner if she starts feeling anything weird) to make sure there is nothing else.

The Coruscant Guard continues to hunt through the Senate for ‘Jedi’, of which there is less than you would think. Yes a couple of hundred who meet the clone definition, but that is out of more that 100,000 beings in the building at any one time (with almost 25,000 systems represented, if assume an average of 2 senators per system, that is 50,000 senators. With a retinue of aids, guards, interns, and others that easily clears into 100,000).

And there is just…so much confusion (I find that I love pairing ‘Order 66 happened differently’ with ‘and everyone is confused’, it gives me great joy).

From the point of view of the Jedi, between on moment and the next the clones decided it was time to mutiny and the only explanation that is given is ‘The Jedi are traitors, we must kill the traitors’ as the clones continuously fail to shoot any Jedi (Like even the stormtroopers of canon do not fail to hit their stated targets this badly), though the clones have shot many people.

From the point of view of the Senate, between one moment and the next the Clones chose high treason with no explanation (Because no one conscious on Coruscant knew that Palpatine was a Sith and the beings that knew about the chips and Order 66 ended up pretty high on the ‘Traitor Jedi’ list and killed).

In the Force, and the Manda, respectively, Palpatine and Jango Fett were watching this happening with their own confusion. This was not the plan.

The Generals do eventually get an order to the clones to capture instead of kill the ‘Jedi traitors’. By this point the Coruscant Guard had cleared the Senate and were just starting to descend levels of Coruscant in search of Jedi traitors. It is not too long after this that Mace Windu is found and brought back to the Temple, near death. They also figure out why the Clones do not consider the Jedi, Jedi. It is decided that they cannot correct the Jedi definition issue until they figure out the ‘shoot the Jedi’ issue.

In this version the chips do not do anything to the personalities or memories of the clones, they simply reinforce the flash training for the Orders and remove any ability to disobey.

With the 212th, Obi Wan had spent a decent amount of time over the course of the war finding excuses to get rid of nat born officers that treated the clones as less than sentient. With his mindset of ‘a certain point of view’ he was pretty successful. There were still a handful in the higher command (the higher the officer was in the command structure, the harder it was to get rid of them) but none of the natborn officers that would be on the ground, or even in communication with the forces on Utapau. Though the activation of the chips and the death that followed caused a bit of a shiver in the Force, it was not the screaming darkness of Canon and was lost in the madness of battle.

So it was not until they were being transported back to the Resolute that Cody, quite proudly, announced that the Jedi traitors had been routed from the 212th. Obi Wan had questions. Cody answered with things that explained nothing

Obi Wan: Jedi…Traitors?

Cody (nodding): The Jedi have been discovered as traitors to the Republic, Sir, a kill on sight order is now in effect.

Obi Wan: I don’t remember anyone trying to kill me?

Boil (Visibly offended, even through his bucket): You’re no Jedi, general.

Obi Wan: I’m…I’m not?

Every Trooper on the ship in unison: Jedi have Power.

Obi Wan (Internally):What does that mean? WHAT DOES that mean? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

Cody (Now looking a little concerned): Sir, you've gone really pale. Do you need a medic?

They head back for Coruscant. On the way Obi Wan receives a series of messages. First, there are no high council members currently conscious on Coruscant. There should have been five. Anakin had been stunned by his own trooper, is possibly possessed, and is being held unconscious just in case. Agen Kolar, Saesee Tiin, and Kit Fisto have simply vanished. Mace Windu had been missing but was found and is now in Bacta with extensive injuries sans one hand.

No one had been told that those four members had been going to confront Palpatine and as soon as Palpatine had been killed (in a hallway), his office had been automatically locked down. So no one knows that behind the shielding are the bodies of three Jedi Masters.

Second, not only was the 212th not the only battalion to commit some form of mutiny, the 501st and the Coruscant Guard had apparently abruptly decided that high treason was a reasonable action. All the while claiming that they are hunting Jedi Traitors (with not a single person they shot being a Jedi). The senate had also apparently realized that without the Coruscant Guard, there is not enough manpower to stop the Clones from killing whomever they wished (Much of the Senate had been so proud of the cost cutting measure of reducing the non clone security forces).

Third, since the remaining members of the council were spread throughout the galaxy (with Obi Wan being the closest), as soon as he arrived on Coruscant Obi Wan would be in charge of figuring out what was going on with the Clones, before the Senate found enough people to capture them. Then deal with the political clusterfuck of mutiny and high treason (as the Clones were considered part of the Order). Find time to help Anakin.

Killing Grievous was supposed to give Obi Wan less to do, not more. With the knowledge that there is something wrong with the Clones, he cannot even flirt with Cody (They had an understanding about exploring a romantic relationship after the war ended, but as stress relief both would flirt back and forth and see how explicit they can get before someone called them on it-The only reason no one had yet is because the 212th had a bet going on CodyWan admitting they are together and no one wants to be disqualified by influencing the results).

It should be made clear, Obi Wan still does not know at this point that Palpatine is the Sith. He does not know that there are chips in the clones. He has no idea that Anakin had chosen to fall (though it did not really go anywhere) and is likely going to wake up half willing to slaughter everyone. He doesn’t even really know that Padme is a week away from being induced (still early but the healers do not want to wait any longer).

So even as he is contemplating everything on his plate, Obi Wan does not even know the half of it.

By the time Shaak Ti, who had to corral Kamino (in which roughly half the Kaminoans in Tipoca city and a third of the remaining trainers were accused of being Jedi by both the battalion stationed there and the cadets), is back in contact, the bodies of the missing Masters were found. She is the one to float the idea of a malfunction to the chips (the report about Tup and Fives was still in the ‘to be reviewed’ queue for the Jedi Council-The Council is about 12-18 months behind on reviewing mission reports).

The news of the chips…does not make things better.

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unexpectedtechnicality · 3 months

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4 Times Cody Felt Obi-wan Use the Force, and 1 Time it Was Someone Else

This is the first time I’ve published a fic! But I got very excited for Cody day and quickly finished up this little wip I had going.

Rating: T to be safe, Cody gets pretty injured at one point, but nothing is very graphic.

Light Codywan, about 4,900 words.

I’m very new to this, please let me know if there’s anything I should be tagging!

Rex, Cody decided, was a liar. Rex had fought on Geonosis. He claimed the jedi were astonishing warriors, brilliant strategists, excellent all around.

Well, maybe the problem wasn’t Rex’s integrity. After all, he hadn’t met his general until after the Battle of Geonosis. And he had never met Cody’s for that matter.

Not that High General Kenobi wasn’t an astonishing warrior, brilliant strategist, or seemingly excellent all around kind of guy. Just…Skywalker had gotten it somewhere, and “somewhere” was starting to sound a lot like “Kenobi.”

The original plan had been solid. Cody honestly couldn't have improved upon it. The problem had come when the charges went off early, cutting off their narrow rock bridge back to the Negotiator and stranding Cody and the general on the other side.

Technically that wasn’t the general’s fault. But if they had left a few minutes earlier…

“I’ve got an idea.”

Cody’s musing was interrupted by the general, who was staring off the edge of the cliff into the mist.

“Sir?”

“The canyon leads back around to the rendezvous point, it’s just a few kliks further.”

Cody stared at him. He couldn't really mean–

The general looked up serenely. “We’ll have to jump.”

Cody peered down into the mist. The ground was not visible. “Sir, we have no idea how far down it is.”

“It’s perfectly alright Commander. Just a slight detour.”

Sensible, Rex had said. They’re good leaders, they think things through. Cody was never listening to a word his brother said again.

Blaster fire sounded somewhere behind them. Kenobi smiled. “Now or never, Commander. I’ll go first, wait about 10 seconds and then jump.”

Before Cody could protest, he was gone. Kriff. His general had just committed suicide rather than be taken by the enemy and expected Cody to follow. This couldn’t be what the Kaminoans meant when they said good soldiers followed orders. What the kriff!

“Jump, Commander!” The general’s voice floated up from below, almost like it was too far to be heard properly. Had he even heard it at all?

A full platoon of droids appeared behind him. Cody glanced at them, weighed his options, cursed his short existence, his general, and Rex for good measure, then jumped.

He plummeted through the mist, tense, waiting for the crunch of his bones against the rocky floor. But before he could reach the bottom, the air seemed to condense around him. It was as though time slowed down. The mist thickened, and it nearly felt like he fell softly into a net, like he was still in drop training. Something felt familiar about it. Like someone he knew, or–

The mist cleared and there, a few feet below him was General Kenobi, hand outstretched and brow furrowed in concentration. Gently, he lowered Cody until his feet were on the ground, and the strange feeling surrounding him dissipated.

Kenobi grinned. “See? Perfectly fine.”

Cody could only nod vaguely, slightly stunned. “Yes….ah, sir.”

“Now come on, we don’t want to keep our men waiting, do we?”

Cody smiled, and despite his bucket still being on his head, it felt like Kenobi knew. “No, sir.”

Cody jolted awake, his comm blaring. It was his off shift, and they were slow traveling through neutral space. What could have possibly happened in the few short hours he had to sleep? He scrubbed a hand over his face and glanced to his left, where his chest plate was floating next to the lumpy pillow from—

Hang on.

Suddenly very awake, Cody surveyed the room to discover that something had happened to the artificial gravity on the ship and he was now floating in the middle of his quarters surrounded by his own armor and meager belongings.

Just great.

I’m assigning every man in maintenance to latrines for a month if this is someone’s idea of a practical joke.

Cody located his comm, floating a few meters away near the door. Angling himself that way, he kicked his feet and swam the best he could with his arms. After a few minutes, he managed to grab it and stop the infernal beeping.

“Go for Cody,” he snapped.

“Ah! Commander, sorry to wake you. We have a bit of a…situation.”

“You don’t say.”

He could practically hear the smile in Kenobi’s voice. “Yes, well, if you could meet me on the bridge?”

Cody rolled his eyes. “Yes, sir.”

Putting on his armor proved to be quite a challenge when all of it was floating in a different corner of the room. Cody ended up kicking off every wall, and the ceiling several times just to get kitted up. It took far longer than normal. Every time he wasn’t intentionally moving, he was drifting.

Slapping the control for the door while speeding at it was probably not the best strategy, but luckily it opened before he could slam into it. Then Cody began the arduous task of propelling himself to the bridge. Eventually he settled into a bit of a rhythm: kick off a doorway or wall, attempt to “swim” the right direction, then give up and desperately flap about until the destination was reached. Rinse and repeat.

The way to the bridge passed the mess hall, as well as several busy corridors. He passed brothers who seemed to be moving with ease through the space, tumbling slowly through the air, gliding from one doorway to the next. He passed Waxer and Boil as he flailed his way past the mess, both of whom took one look at him and burst out laughing.

KP for a week shut them up quickly enough.

When the bridge was finally in sight, Cody had just about had enough. The door slid open to admit him, presenting one of the strangest things he had ever seen.

The bridge was the picture of order. Officers floated near their work stations, calmly anchoring themselves with one hand or foot tucked into a chair or railing. As he watched, an engineer pushed off the central holo table and soared gracefully to the hyperdrive console, inputting numbers from above with ease.

At the center of it all, floating upside down with his robes billowing around him like a flower, was General Kenobi. When he saw Cody, gripping the doorway for dear life and gaping beneath his helmet, Kenobi smiled and lifted a hand, beginning to slowly turn himself upright to his usual spot on the walkway.

Cody gave himself a little shove, aimed for his typical spot next to the general, and crossed his fingers.

“Good to have you, Commander. As you can see, we got into a minor skirmish with a passing neutral envoy. We came to a temporary truce, but I’m still in discussion with them to see if they will continue to attempt to blow us out of the sky. One of their shots knocked out our artificial gravity.”

Cody was struggling to keep himself near the general. His initial push had gotten him nearly where he wanted to be, but he was drifting forward. He tucked in slightly, trying to roll himself back.

“I would like your opinion on a plan of attack should it be necessary. Over half the battalion is on rest right now, and I’d hate to rouse them.”

His roll had failed. Now Cody was drifting upwards to Kenobi’s right, slowly turning away from him. Letting out a frustrated groan, Cody attempted to twist himself back to rights.

“One option would be to— Cody?”

“Sorry, sir. Give me a minute.” He renewed his twisting efforts with more vigor. How was Kenobi staying in one place when— oh. The kriffing force. “General, uh. Would you mind—?”

“Oh! My apologies Cody. Yes, one moment.”

A light, warm pressure materialized at his right hip, then his left, and he began to turn to face the general and drift down to stand next to him. It was almost as if someone had put their hand– no, not someone. Kenobi. It was most definitely Kenobi’s hands resting comfortably at Cody’s waist, and now anchoring him to the floor. He turned to look at the general, and found his face much closer than expected, eyes seeming to bore right through his visor.

Cody felt his face heat under his bucket. “Uh. Yes. Thank you, sir.”

The general cleared his throat. Was it Cody’s imagination, or was he blushing too? “Of course, commander. Can’t have you floating away, now, can we?”

Force-Kenobi’s hands stayed comfortably at Cody’s sides the rest of the battle, and Cody…found he didn’t really mind.

His ears were ringing. Cody blinked, trying to clear his vision. What—?

There was a blast somewhere to his right. Instinctively, he tried to curl up to protect his head. Fire erupted across his left side, shoulder to knee, ripping a ragged scream from his throat. He flopped back onto his back, gasping for air. He must have been hit by a blast earlier. No way to tell how long ago.

“There!”

A med speeder pulled up next to him, and Neat, one of their junior medics hopped off.

“Don’t worry commander, we’ve got you.”

Last I remember Obi– the general was by me. The thought sent adrenaline spiking through his veins, pain forgotten.

“Neat.”

“Sir?”

“The…the general, he–”

“He’s safe, sir, please don’t move.”

Neat began running a scanner down his side, but Cody needed visual confirmation on Obi-wan. Obi-wan. He had asked him to call him Obi-wan, alone in his quarters, just a week earlier. If something had happened to him before Cody could figure out—

“Cody!”

Obi-wan came skidding to a halt next to their little party and dropped to his knees beside Cody. “There you are,” he panted. “Neat?”

Neat scowled. “He won’t lie still,” he griped, as Cody pushed up on his elbows to check if Obi-wan was hurt. “Sir, please—“

Finishing his once-over of Obi-wan (a few scratches and bruises but otherwise unharmed, unfairly he seemed to be glowing slightly in the setting sun), Cody finally let himself relax. “Sorry, Neat. Go ahead.”

As Neat did his scan, Obi-wan sent him a slightly reproachful look. “You took the brunt of the blast, Commander, not me. I’m perfectly fine.” He glanced at Cody’s side, brow furrowing.

The pain was starting to creep back, like several hot pokers lined up against his side. Cody leaned his head back against the ground. “Had to be sure. Couldn’t remember.”

Obi-wan frowned, looking even more worried, and the scanner beeped to indicate a finished report.

Neat swore. “There’s a lot of shrapnel in his side. He’s loosing a lot of blood. I need to remove what I can to staunch the bleeding now and then get him back to base to get the rest out. Possibly put him in bacta.”

Cody was starting to get worried. He tried to look down at the wound, but Obi-wan stopped him with a gentle hand under his chin. “It’ll be fine, Cody.”

Cody. They’d agreed no first names during battle (though Cody wasn’t counting the sanctity of his own mind, the one thing that was truly his own), if Obi-wan was calling him Cody, it was bad.

“General, I’m going to start operating, I might need you to help hold him down.”

Obi-wan shifted, taking Cody’s right hand in his own and holding tight. “Ready.”

Cody braced himself, but when Neat first started prodding at his knee he couldn’t hold back the grunt, gripping Obi-wan’s hand and twitching away from the pain. Neat waiting half a second, then started back in. Every touch felt like a brand, or like the time he had picked up the wrong end of a smoking blaster as a cadet. There were tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

Obi-was rested his arm across Cody’s chest to keep him still.

Neat continued his field surgery. “This one’s in deeper. Take a breath, commander.”

Cody tried to do as he was told, but it was like a lance shot through his thigh. He bucked against Obi-wan’s hold, and Neat swore again as everything was jostled.

“General,” Neat pleaded.

“One moment.” Obi-wan shifted, moving so Cody’s head was resting on his knees. “I’m going to try something different. Cody?”

Cody nodded, hissing through his teeth, trying to ride out the pain. He watched above him as Obi-wan closed his eyes, letting out a slow breath.

The strange sensation of the air solidifying around him that Cody was beginning to recognize as the force surrounded him. A warm feeling, like a heavy, plush blanket pressed down around him. Experimentally, he tried to shift his right leg, and found that aside from breathing, he couldn’t move at all.

It’s should have alarmed him. But the soft, warm feeling wasn’t suffocating…it was comforting. It felt familiar, like the net had, and the hands when the artificial gravity had been broken. Like he was wrapped in a blanket of Obi-wan, or his presence, or something. He vaguely registered Obi-wan telling Neat to continue. Obi-wan rested one hand on the side of Cody’s head, cradling his face, the other supporting the back of his head, and Cody let himself relax into the touch.

The pain was still there, in his leg, now moving up toward his hip, but it seemed…muted. He blinked up at Obi-wan, the picture of serenity.

Alright?

If he could have, Cody would have jumped at Obi-wan’s voice in his head. But it just seemed…natural.

Yes, he thought.

Sorry, I should have asked if this was okay. I was worried.

It’s okay. It’s…nice, actually.

Neat had reached his side now, the familiar cool feeling of bacta covering his thigh. One tug made Cody flinch, and the force-blanket pressed down a little tighter, like he was wrapped up in a bedroll.

The warm, safe feeling was still present all over, but it was starting to condense in one spot, right at the base of his skull, under Obi-wan’s finger. A little bright spot, almost like someone had turned on a light in his brain somehow. It felt right though, especially in his slightly woozy state, so Cody didn’t question it.

Obi-wan and Neat were talking above him, but Cody couldn’t quite make out the words. That was alright, he thought. They would take care of him. Obi-wan said something that almost looked like “sleep.”

A nap didn’t really sound bad. Maybe he’d just shut his eyes for a few minutes. Obi-wan smiled down at him.

I’ll be there when you wake up.

And he was. Everything back to normal. The blanket-feeling was gone. But if Cody really concentrated, he could still feel that little spark in the base of his skull. The little spark that felt like Obi-wan.

At this point, Cody wasn’t even surprised when he and Obi-wan were separated from the rest of the men during the battle. This time, it had been a strange feeling in the force that Obi-wan had insisted on following, leading them through a strange cave system in the middle of the gigantic jungle that may have once been a temple of some kind. It had allowed them to sneak behind enemy lines and take out the tactical droid, allowing the 212th to finish the battle with relative ease, however, the feeling had also gone away quickly after, and Cody was beginning to think Obi-wan did not, as he claimed, remember the way back.

“The left tunnel. I’m sure of it.”

“Are you sure we haven’t been this way before, sir?”

“I thought we agreed on first names when we were alone, Cody.” Obi-wan set off down the left tunnel.

Cody snorted, but followed him, helmet clacking against his thigh plate where it was clipped at his hip. “We did. However we are technically on duty, and you’re being a stubborn bantha. Sir.”

Obi-wan turned with an expression of mock outrage. “Me? Stubborn? My dear commander, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Have you no faith in me?”

He gestured in front of them, and sure enough, there was finally light at the end of the tunnel. Cody just shook his head, smiling.

They emerged into the massive, muggy jungle and Cody immediately booted up his comm and nav, which hadn’t been working in the caverns anyway. The map of the surface he had downloaded popped up, with the little orange beacon marking their base. Several kliks away.

“I thought we entered the caves just a klik from camp?”

Obi-wan frowned. “We did. Where are we now?”

Cody lifted his arm to show him. “You’re sure you didn’t get turned around in there?”

“Of course not, clearly the caves changed,” Obi-wan said primly. “Well, I suppose we could go back in.”

“Absolutely not. We are staying out here and following the route back. It’s the same distance, just with sunlight.”

They walked in companionable silence through the giant trees for a while, stopping every so often to check the map. They must have passed at least a dozen trees with trunks so wide Cody couldn’t see the other side before he broke the silence.

“Obi-wan, can I ask you something?” The other man nodded. “A little while back, when I was injured and you…helped Neat operate, I think something else might have happened.”

“What do you mean?”

“While you were…talking in my head, it started to feel like there was…a spot. A light? A little patch of warmth, right at the base of my skull. And afterwards, when I was out of bacta, it was still there. It is still there. At first I thought maybe it was something medical, but Neat scanned me again and said everything was normal. The more I thought about it, the more I tried to…interact with it, I guess, the more I realized…it feel like you. Like you inside my head somehow.”

Obi-wan looked pensive. “Fascinating.”

“Do you know what it is? It doesn’t feel harmful.”

They waded through a small stream, and Obi-wan offered Cody his hand to pull him up onto the far bank.

“In the Jedi Order, master and padawan pairs typically form a force bond. A link that lets them communicate directly with each other, often feel what the other is feeling, form a deeper relationship with that person. Usually, it’s only possible for someone force sensitive to form bonds.”

Cody pushed a branch out of their way as they climbed over some roots. He could see where this was going. “But clones aren’t force sensitive, so…that’s not what this is.”

Obi-wan hummed. “I’ve heard of a few rare exceptions. The force is in all things, Cody.”

After a few minutes, Cody worked up the courage to ask. “Do you feel anything? In your head?”

“It’s difficult to tell. I do feel quite strongly about you, but I can feel you externally in the force. I also have several other bonds. Anakin and I never fully dissolved our training bond, and I have a small bond with Ashoka as well. I have a different type of bond with Quinlan, and sometimes I can still feel the remains of my bond with Qui-gon. I suspect it would be easier to tell if we communicated through the force but you and I never seem to have the need,” he said, smiling gently at Cody.

Cody smiled back, and some of the anxiety he hadn’t even realized he was feeling melted away. He glanced down at his map. “Should be just over this ridge.”

They came over the top of the hill together, and Cody had to bite back a groan of frustration. In front of them was a downed tree, one of the super massive ones with the unimaginably wide trunks. The sun was going down. They didn’t have time to go around, and the trunk was so high Cody wasn’t sure they could climb over. His mind raced, trying to come up with a solution.

“Ah,” Obi-wan said, surveying the surrounding area. “I suppose we have to guess which was is shorter. We went left before, this time maybe we go—“

“Throw me.”

“I’m sorry?”

Cody grinned. “We go straight over. I run, and jump, and you throw me. Then you leap over after. We use the force.”

Obi-wan grinned back. “I don’t always say I believe in destiny, but surely Cody, you were sent to me straight from the force. Ready?”

Cody backed up, setting his stance. He was going to aim right for the center of the span of trunk in front of them. He nodded to Obi-wan, then took off running. Once he had reached top speed, he leapt into the air, and watched the trunk fly closer to his face until—

A warm, sweet smelling breeze, like freshly brewed tea swept him up, carrying him up, up, and over the trunk. He was so high the LAAT/is at the base below him looked like small animals, surrounded by swarms of tiny ant-troopers packing up to fly back to the Negotiator. Laughing, Cody did a somersault in the air as he flew over the tree, then spread his arms like he was parachuting and let the Obi-wan-wind carry him all the way to the ground, where he tumbled into the grass, still giddy.

A moment later, Obi-wan landed, cat-like, next to him, and helped him to his feet, laughing and pushing wind-swept hair out of his eyes.

“You’re right commander, that was much more fun than going around.”

+ 1

Cody crept through the hallway, blaster pointed ahead of him. A light flashed on his HUD, Boil checking in. Waxer was due in 5 minutes, then Wooley. They’d set up a rotating check in system as they fanned out to scour the seemingly abandoned ship they’d been sent to investigate. If you asked Cody, splitting up was just asking for trouble, especially since no one was with his trouble magnet of a general. But it was the quickest way to get them out of here, so he’d acquiesced.

Something rattled behind a door as he passed. He sighed, then pressed himself up against the wall, out of sight, and keyed the door open. Nothing jumped out, so he peeked around the corner.

It was a medium sized storage bay, and he was suddenly very thankful his door was obscured by crates, as he could hear vague voices coming from somewhere else in the room. The door slid silently shut behind him as he slipped in, trying to find a vantage point to see who was there through the crates.

He found a reasonably defendable spot in the corner and considered updating his men, but when he brought up his comm system it was like there was some sort of interference. Strange. No matter, they had his last location and his next check in was in only a few minutes, so someone would come join him eventually.

Through a gap in the crates, he could just make out two figures, one in a cloak and speaking to another cloaked figure who– oh. One figure, one hologram. Strange. They’d found no sign of crew aboard this vessel. He turned up his mic, trying to make out what they were saying.

“...plan has worked perfectly. They’ve already arrived,” the hologram was saying.

“Then they will soon be dead,” the other replied, and Cody’s blood ran cold. He suddenly had a very, very bad feeling about this mission. He knew that voice.

“I will leave you to your work.” The figure standing in the cargo bay removed her hood and knelt, confirming Cody’s suspicion.

Ventress.

Kriff. He had to get out of here, or signal his men, Obi-wan. He checked the time. His check in had passed two minutes ago, they’d be getting worried now. Slightly frantic, he tapped at his comm, willing it to work. What was the point of the kriffing antenna on his shoulder if he couldn’t get through? He remembered what Wolffe had looked like when he visited him in the med center after his encounter with Ventress. He couldn’t face her alone.

The crates surrounding him suddenly blasted away, leaving him exposed in his little corner. Cody looked up to find Ventress stalking straight towards him.

“Poor little clone, where did your friends go?”

Cody leapt to his feet, blaster already primed to shoot, when a wall of pure something slammed into him, forcing him to drop his blaster and throwing him against the wall behind him. Immediately he scrambled to get up, but Ventress threw one hand out, and a freezing cold vice closed around his throat, lifting him off the ground.

He clawed at the invisible grip, but there was nothing there. He choked, straining to get a breath, but it was pointless. She dragged him through the air, until he was just a few inches from her face. Cody’s bucket floated itself off his head, flying away and clattering to the ground somewhere. The pressure on his neck eased ever so slightly, and Cody sucked in as much air as he could before it tightened again.

“Aren’t you a handsome one?” Ventress crooned, tracing one fingernail down his scar in a grotesque facsimile of how Obi-wan sometimes did when– focus, Cody. “Now. As much as I’d love to just kill you and get on with it, you know what part of the ship our dear Kenobi is on, don’t you?”

Cody tried to jerk away from the clawed fingers tracing his temples, but found the ice cold vice had spread to his entire body. He could breathe now, barely, but he couldn’t move even a single muscle. It was nothing like when Obi-wan had used the force around him before. That was…gentle, personal, it felt safe. This was anything but. Never before had Cody understood the raw power force users had at their disposal. It wanted to rip him limb from limb. Fear gnawed at his stomach. If only his comm had worked–

“Somewhere in that head of yours, we just have to find it.”

In his head. That was it! Desperately, as Ventress bared her teeth, Cody reached for the last warm spot on his being– a force bond, Obi-wan had called it. HELP, he thought, OBI–

Pain like he had never felt erupted from his temples, and he vaguely registered Ventress laughing as twin ice picks drove themselves through his skull, behind his eyes, in his brain, in whatever it was inside him that made him, him.

Cody screamed, frozen in the air, no way to escape as she tore through his mind, looking for whatever it was she wanted, Cody couldn’t remember any more. There was only the freezing, burning pain.

It could have been hours, could have been minutes, but without warning, the pain stopped, and Cody found himself flying through the air and into the far wall. Pressure like a million duracrete bricks immobilized him a few feet off the ground, limbs splayed out like a pinned bug. Blinking the haze out of his eyes, he was confronted with two blurry forms whirling around the room; red and blue lights flashing. As his vision finally cleared he could make out Ventress, locked in combat with–

Thank the stars, Obi-wan. There was a fierce expression on his face as he met Ventress blow for blow. As Cody watched, Obi-wan glanced his way for a split second, then went back to the fight with renewed vigor. Unable to do anything, Cody found his eyes drifting shut.

He woke a short time later when he tumbled to the ground in a heap, the force holding him to the wall having vanished. Obi-wan was hurrying over to him from across the room, Ventress presumably having run away. Cody groaned.

“Full evac, effective immediately. I’ll meet you back at the ship with the commander,” Obi-was was saying into his comm, several tinny “yessirs” echoing out of it.

“Cody, are you alright?”

Cody carefully felt along his throat with one hand. “Fine, I think. How–” he grimaced. His body felt like one giant bruise. He was still freezing. “How did you find me?”

Obi-was smiled wanly. “You called. I suppose it is a force bond, and does work both ways, though I can think of several other ways we could have tested it without you being in mortal peril.”

“I’ll try to remember that for next time.”

Obi-wan shook his head, reaching one hand out to the side. Cody’s bucket flew into it like it was magnetized, and Obi-wan carefully fit it back over his head, then gently pulled him to his feet. Cody half-expected Obi-wan to call on the force and simply levitate him back to their ship, but instead he hefted Cody’s over his shoulder and wrapped his own around his waist. His other hand came up to support Cody’s chest.

Cody leaned into him as they trudged back to the ship, letting Obi-wan take a fair amount of his weight.

“For the record,” he said, “I like it much better when you’re the one throwing me around with the force.”

“Careful commander,” Obi-wan teased, raising an eyebrow, “If someone hears you say that they might get the wrong idea.”

Cody glared at him, and concentrated all his effort on lifting one arm to smack him lightly in the chest. Obi-wan laughed, and Cody felt the world slide back into place around him.

“But yes, Cody, I much prefer that also.”

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