#commander Cody one shot

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{Flickering Stars}

Program: Having grown close to the Marshal Commander after joining the civilian relief squad, you find yourselves at each other throats after a trap set by Separatists on Endor. Time ticks as the army pushes on through enemy territory, but almost everyone is more worried about you pulling away after Cody's fear getting the better of him with harsh words. When your life begins to flicker in front of his eyes, Cody does everything he can to save and with the hopes to tell you that he loves you. He'll stop at nothing to make sure your death isn't written in the stars rather than your love story.

Pairing: Pining! Cody x Pining, GN! Reader

Genre: Angst, Star Crossed Lovers (Kind Of)

Length: 5571w

Warnings: Couple of swears, Near death experience and injuries (not too descriptive), Medical references, Reader gets picked up and carried

Counselor Notes: I like emotional pain with my fics what can I say :) As much as I love my boys, I also love seeing them face heartbreak. Let me know if you want to be tagged in future Clone Wars works <3 Would love to chat with duderinos and share thoughts.

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After passing your engineering exams, you immediately enrolled in the civilian support squadron in the GAR. A strong sense of urgency drove you to learn skills and become an expert in a field that would aid the effort to end the war. During your assessment qualifiers, you proved your knowledge and quick thinking that impressed the squad’s officers. With some of the top marks in your enrollment class, you were immediately paired with the 212th legion and sent to the battle of Christophsis as a part of the emergency relief. Now having worked with the battalion so closely for more than a few cycles, you’ve been invited into their ranks as an honorary member. With all the laughs and helping hands from the troopers, there also comes the high expectations of their Marshal Commander.

When the battalion has the fleeting opportunity to relax either on the starship or planetside, you find yourself gravitating to Cody. His calm composure draws you in, and it washes you in a warm feeling of acceptance. He often brings you a cup of caf when your head is stuck in the engineer of a gunship. Most nights than not, you find yourself kicking at the commander’s shin guards to get him to leave his desk and go eat something. The pair of you have formed an inseparable connection where you both understand each other even without communicating with words to convey it.That, however, doesn’t stop him from treating you any different from those in his command when facing down Separatist droids. Cody’s voice cuts through the chaos of the battlefield to make sure you stay out of the concentrated heat of gunfire. You hold him in high esteem and respect, but there are times where you find yourself acting out of order when needed to survive. Similar enough to how you desperately try to avoid his rightfully upset reaction to your actions in a trap on the latest battle on Endor.

“Do you ever stop to think about how your actions affect all of us?” Cody spits out in frustration. Usually the ever collected and mindful commander, Cody’s normally warm eyes sit heavy on your hunched figure on the med cot. Still dressed in full body armor, he leans against one of the towering trees as he watches the medic carefully place bacta patches on your arms.

Aching and unable to sit up in attention from the dull weight of new bruises and a stinging gash, you curl into yourself. His words punch you in the gut with every syllable. The familiar memory of Cody’s disappointed look is imprinted on the back of your eyelids.

You bite your lip before breathing out, “I just thought -”.

“But that’s just it, isn’t it?,” Cody interrupts you and pushes off the tree. Twigs snap and mulch shuffles underneath his footfall as he stalks closer to you. “You didn’t think. I gave you direct orders to get out of there, and you didn’t listen. It’s my job to make sure that my men and the civilian relief squadron come back safe”. He emphasizes the difference between his battalion of soldiers and your civilian status.

His harsh words sting your waterline. Cody’s plastoid armor and Kix’s med uniform come in and out of view as you focus past them. The flickering embers of the night’s campfire disappear into the darkness. It’d be a relief to be able to join them and turn into dust rather than having to endure this conversation.

“You’re right, Commander,” you softly mumble. Your voice sounds watery and disconnected even to your own ears.

As Cody’s concerned eyes watch you further crawl into yourself, a shoulder shove breaks his gaze. His heart aches from the long term adrenaline rush of witnessing you put yourself in danger today while setting off a Separatists landmine when trying to disarm it. However, it comes to a stand still when he meets Kix's hard expression of warning. Swallowing the lump forming in his throat, Cody clears his throat and faces your shrinking form. He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, “Just- just go to bed after you’ve been cleared. I need to get back to the command console, so I don’t have time to feed into your guilt tonight. What’s done is done, and we’ll just need to work past all this … and the clanker reinforcements”.

Your throat constricts as you raise your gaze to watch the bottom of his boots walk away from you.

“He’s,” Kix starts after a long pause, “just concerned for your safety. You gave us all a good scare today”. He tries to break the tense air with a light chuckle, and he offers you a sympathetic smile.

“I just wanted to help,” your hoarse voice whispers with the fire’s crackling. “Disarming a landmine is part of my job description and well within my skill set. It shouldn’t have been something to cause the Commander to reprimand me. Maybe because it went off. Certainly not because I was doing my job”. You have to push the words past the weight of today’s events lingering.

“You’re right, and there’s nothing wrong with wanting to help. Especially if it’s within your expertise,” Kix reassures you. He bites the inside of his cheek and thinks about his next words extremely carefully. It seems every clone and GAR official has taken an unofficial oath to tiptoe between your’s and Cody’s feelings for each other. Each swearing they won’t interfere, because everyone understands the severity of love during war.

Kix places a hand on your shoulder and shifts to make your gaze meeting his own. His understanding expression looks strained, but it still manages to send small waves of ease through you. His lips press into a tired smile, and he moves to start cleaning up the med station to move out in the morning. Kix calls over his shoulder, “Why don’t you take it easy tonight? Get some sleep and let tomorrow come as a fresh start. I’ll send a comm over to your squad leader to take you off move out prep to give yourself a break”.

“No, it’s okay. I can -”, your words fall off your tongue when Kix flashes you a stern look. You heave a sigh knowing his word is final. “Thanks,” you weakly smile at him and push off the cot.

Aware of your aching muscles, you start the small trek across camp. The majestic Endor forest envelopes everyone in a peaceful pocket of safety tucked away for the night. Hammocks stretch across the ancient trunks as laughter echoes from all sides and hushed conversations hum with the insects. Each battalion has their own sections, and you catch glimpses of small stacks of painted armor near the entrances. 

The only exception being the CO console in the center of basecamp. Three Jedi generals, Masters Kenobi, Skywalker, and Koon, huddle around the holotable with their respective commanding officers. Only the 501st’s Captain is missing from the meeting. Most likely seeing if Kix needs any assistance packing up, you assume.

“I’m afraid the effects of today’s trap are more concerning than we had initially feared,” General Koon explains. With a tap on the hologram, he reveals the flickering waves of red blips hovering in the surrounding area. An entire droid army waiting. Watching. Planning.

You pull your attention away from the group as nausea burns your stomach. With much effort you put one foot in front of the other and try to focus on how the mossy floor sinks underneath you. Just one step at a time, and you’ll make it to your hammock.

“Can I speak to you for a minute,” a voice calls out behind you. Footsteps unnoticed in your intense focus. A gloved hand carefully claspes an uninjured area of your arm to slowly ease you to a stop.

You keep your eyes cast down on the toadstools and forest floor, but blue scuffed armor plates and kama step into view. Two blasters strapped to the Captain’s gear belt.

“It’s not your fault,” Rex quietly states. His belief in you rings clear. “Cody,” Rex slows his speech and words his thoughts carefully, “can be a bit difficult and intense when it comes to the wellbeing of people involved in operations. He also doesn’t always remember that your training and strategy decisions come from a different perspective than our own”.

“Captain,” you sigh.

“Rex,” he pushes back. “We’re friends,” Rex’s voice was almost a desperate plea. “Don’t shut me, or any of us out, just because of our di’kut of a brother”. His heart hammers against his chest when his pathetic attempt at a joke is met with crickets.

“I get it. You don’t need to feel bad or worry about me,” your words sound like an automatic recording. Tugging your arm out of his grasp, you shoot him a strained smile. You don’t dare meet his gaze as he quickly tries to see your face. “I won’t fuck anything else up for you boys, and I’ll stay in my lane fixing your equipment mess at the end of the day. I know where my place is after today”. You bow your head quickly and rush off to the civilian relief section before Rex can respond.

As you near the camp, all eyes peer past the roaring campfire and watch you approach. Slate, a long time friend and member of your enrollment class, nods in the direction of what you can only assume is your home for the night. You flash your Twi’lek friend an appreciative look as you head straight to your hammock. Each step lighter than the last.

As you sit down on your makeshift bed, your eyes can’t help but search for gold painted armor at the CO console through the tree line openings. The hard expression of each man still focuses on the holotable. Cody shifts his weights from one foot to the other. A twitch of exhaustion or exasperation flickers across his face before he throws his head back slightly and presses his hands into his face. You’ve seen this gesture many times when the two of you were working on reports together late at night tucked away in the officer’s lounge. 

Just out of your view, a blue glove knocks into Cody’s shoulder. He quickly catches himself and looks like he’s about to have a go at the guilty party, but a smile slips onto his face. Chuckles shake Cody’s shoulder, and you watch as Rex easily pulls Cody back from his stormy emotions.

“Fuck,” you hiss. Sinking into the hammock’s hold, you bat away threatening tears as you stare up at the starry sky. Little blips twinkle before your tired eyes. All glowing in their own beautiful hues and brightness. They proudly write their stories for the galaxy’s celestial archive before they flicker one last time. Before they leave an empty void among their constellation collective. With a sigh, you close your eyes and hope drifting into slumber will ease the ache settling in your body and making home in your heart.

Just as quickly as the morning rays trickle through the treetops, the GAR packs up and moves out from basecamp. Only the sounds of animal calls and twigs snapping underfoot echo around you as the army pushes further into the forest. General Koon and the wolf pack lead the legions while General Skywalker and the 501st guard the back. General Kenobi and Commander Cody stick close to the middle of the formation with the relief squad and medic staff.

From where you sit atop the ray cannon, you overlook the entire army and watch the approaching paths for any disturbances. Cody’s constant hovering nearby and careful watch over your movements during load out sparked your nerves. The mechanical vibrations from the vehicle bounce through you and do nothing but add to the stinging anxiety nipping inside your skin. Looking down from your spot, you steal a glance at the commander.

Even though he’s so sure of his footing, Cody’s posture is locked stiff. His helmet constantly scans the area before turning upward just enough to catch sight of your figure.

“When do you reckon those clankers will pop out,” a low voice breathes against the shell of your ear.

You whip your head to see Slate next to you as he attempts to keep his wheezing laughter. “Not funny,” you hiss. As your heart races up your throat, a traitorous laugh escapes your lips.

“Got you to laugh a little though,” Slate points out with a flicker of glee in his eyes.

“Nearly made me jump off this thing,” you mutter and bump his shoulder.

Leaning close, Slate’s warm breath fans across your necks. He whispers, “And who would have been right there to catch you when you fall, hm?”

A flush washes over your, and you indulge yourself with the thought. How Cody would hold you close to him. How the steady rise and fall of his chest would feel against your own. His hands would hold you gently as Cody looks you over. Even with his helmet on, you could still imagine his gaze full of care. Your eyes flutter closed as every worry seeps away and you fall further into your daydream.

“Have you two forgotten that we are in the middle of enemy territory. Trying to move undetected,” Cody’s static voice shocks you awake.

Your body grows rigid as you peer down to meet his shielded gaze. Unfortunately, you could feel every ounce of disapproval through his visor.

“No, sir,” both you and Slate reaffirm.

“Sure have an interesting way of keeping quiet then,” Cody dryly mutters as he turns away.

Your stomach drops. When you redirect your gaze to the front of the army, the hair tingles at the back of your neck. Commander Wolffe raises his fist in the air and foot steps halt immediately. Only the machine’s hum can be heard in the clearing. The forest stands still. Silent.

“Here we go,” you faintly register General Skywalker’s voice.

A distant whirl fast approaches, and you watch with wide eyes as a small missile flies straight towards the legions. It cuts through the air with precision before landing just ahead of the group. Its impact rocks the ground with debris and smoke a few klicks ahead of everyone.

As the air begins to clear, your ears twitch at the forest’s sudden rustle. Scuffle and snapping surrounds the entire army deep within the forest line. You blink away the dust as you sight darts from a shrub to shaking branches above.

Only able to hear blood rushing to your ears, you find yourself looking to the man you’ve always admired. A man who you haven't gathered the courage to express your growing feelings towards. The very same man who, despite his training to stay alert and focused on possible threats during this type of situation, looks up at you

Cody’s heart pounds against his chest. He swears it’s trying to find its way home to you in fear of the worst to come. Unknowingly, he scuffles his foot closer to the ray cannon. He pushes his feet deeper into the ground, ready to jump into action. When the time comes, he needs to be able to get you out of harm's way. Should he just climb up now? He could easily grab you and run out of the battleground for cover.

You watch as Cody’s body freezes almost stuck in mid action. But the sound of a breakthrough pulls your attention away. An assassin droid rushes from the treeline and swings its blade down on the closest trooper. Clashing metal on plastoid triggers the forest to snap. Blasters sound off the cacophony as the cannon booms into action nearly jostling you off. Without hesitation or delay, the GAR jumps into action.

“Come on,” Slate hollers. His oil glove grabs the top of your arm and pulls you to the rooftop entrance to the canon.

“Get to cover. Now,” Cody shouts.

Tossing a look of worry over your shoulder, you watch as Cody fights off a different assassin droid. General Kenobi deflects targeted blaster rays, by his side.

“We don’t have time. He’ll be fine,” Slate pushes. His grasp firmly tugs at you. When you meet his gaze, Slate only shows calm determination.

“Right, let’s move,” you nod. Your voice wavers only slightly as you attempt to convey the same assuredness. All to mask over the flooding panic that fills you. Heart stabbing you with every beat as you pull away from Cody.

The two of you jump down the hatch and secure it before joining the clones at its control.

“Well, if it isn’t our favorite mecha civvies,” Clash spares the two of you a glance over his seat. “Hang on. We’re in for a tough fight”.

Axel, the lead operator, adjusts the systems and makes the cannon lurch forward. As the vehicle moves forward and cuts through the battlefield, blaster rays ricochet off the outer hull. Faint shouts and screams from outside are muffled by the incoming comm static.

“We need you to clear a path through the approaching line and destroy as many of those droids as you can,” General Kenobi’s voice rings through the control room.

“If you get past that wave, try to make it to the missile launch,” General Skywalker grunts. Reverb from his lightsaber cracks with static and blaster impact snaps through the transmission. “That’s our only chance at pulling this off”.

“Copy that, sir,” Axel responds and flicks some of the switches on the control panels on the wall.

“Sending signal to move out of our way, now,” Clash pushes a button.

Both operators adjust their controls, and the cannon moves faster. Smoke blankets an ominous shadow over the front view. Only the vibrant light of blaster shots and swinging lightsabers cut through.

“If you turn on the floodlights, you’ll break through the cloud,” you explain as you lean forward between the two seats. “They’re also set to a frequency that’ll temporarily blind droid vision”.

“Knew you were our favorite civvie for a reason,” Clash teases. He flips the switch as Slate protests his jab, and you watch as the battlefield is blinded by bright light.

“What are you doing,” Cody exclaims breathlessly through your wrist comm.

“Following orders, Commander,” you calmly remind him. “I am capable of following my job every once and awhile”.

Broken snickers from the others in the vehicle fuel your confidence. However, the onslaught of blasters rain down on the cannon’s exterior makes you swallow a lump in your throat. Through the front viewport, you watch as the majority of firepower now targets you.

“I never doubted that,” Cody growls, “but this is too dangerous. You and Slate need to get out of there and let Clash and Axel handle this”. 

You bristle at his words. They ring eerily familiar from the previous night’s stab.

“And do what? Walk free in the midst  of enemy territory,” you snap back, throwing his own observation back at him.

“What, you don’t trust us to keep your precious cy’are safe?” Axel leans into your wrist comm’s range. He pulls back in laughter.

“I’m going to have to side with Axel on this, Commander. I’m offended by your lack of faith in us,” Clash jokes. “You’d think we’re a couple of shinies with how you’re talking about us”. 

Clash and Axel push the cannon further through enemy lines. Clanking metal clatters against its hull as it swings from side to side underneath you. The launch pad slowly comes closer into view.

“Don’t worry,” Axel reassures Cody. “We’re making good progress, sir. Target in sight, and we’ll be breaking for regroup before you even know it”.

“Maybe save your near death confession for another time, ori’vod,” Clash chuckles.

“Wait,” you start to question.

“Shebs’palons,” Cody shouts.

Both your words tumble together, but they’re cut off by the viewport shattering.

“Shit, stay back,” Clash yells. His words cut off by an assassin droid’s blade to his neck.

Slate immediately pulls out his blaster and shoots off a few rapid shots. He renders the droid useless. Slate pushes past you and moves the deceased clone out of the seat and the droid out the broken opening in the viewport. As he takes a hold of the controls, more blaster bolts descend upon the cannon. Their flashing energies scorch the inside control systems.

“What’s going on up there?” General Kenobi’s comm cuts in and through the cannon’s transmission.

You can’t pull your eyes away from the viewport as the missile launch rotates and locks onto the cannon.

“Clash is dead, sir,” Axel grunts. “Slate is on second. Front viewport compromised. Nearly to target”.

The launcher’s mechanisms click and grind at your approach. Almost like it’s snarling its teeth, readying to bite back.

“We can’t hold on much longer. Whatever you do -” General Skywalker’s voice fizzles.

All other noise falls mute to your ears. Only the hiss of ignition registers.

“Get down,” you scream.

“Cyar’ika”, Cody calls out in panic.

Blasting into the air, the missile hurdles head on towards the cannon. You pull yourself to look away from its fast approach and crouch behind Axel’s seat. The impact sends you flying into the back wall panels. Searing quick flashes of pain shoot through your body. When you pry your eyes open, black splotches block parts of your vision. A mute hum rings in your ears.

“Hey,” a far away voice calls out.

You push off the floor and ignore your body’s protests.

“Need you to -” the voice fizzles out.

Forcing your aching muscles, you return to the control seats. There, sitting in a pool of sickly sweet blood, Slate’s body slumps over the console. His eyes, void of any emotion, stare up at you.

“We don’t have time,” Axel’s panicked shouts cut through your hearing clearly, “I am so sorry for your loss, but I need you here”.

“Cyar’ika,” Cody’s voice barely comes through your comm, “Are you okay? Talk to me”.

“Alright. What’s the current status,” you inquire and clear your mind of all distractions as you pull your friend out of the way. With care, you place him beside your other fallen friend.

“Utter shit,” Axel hisses as he jostles the controls and checks the system sensors.

“Status,” Cody grunts in confusion. “Forget status. Get out of there, now”.

You sit at the second seat and jury the controls. Everything feels tight to the touch.

“Cannon controls are dead,” Axel declares. An understanding of the situation fills the atmosphere with a heavy decision to be made between the three of you.

“We’re just behind you,” Cody’s voice through in bits and pieces. “Get out and search for cover until we regroup”.

Scanning what’s left of the control panels, you refocus on the launcher. Your eyes quickly dissect its build as you’re just a few klicks away. “This,” you slowly break the anticipation, “should be just enough. Even at his speed”.

Your words hang in the air. Pulling a deep breath up and out your mouth, you face Axel with cool determination. He pulls off his helmet and shares a bittersweet expression of agreement.

“Just enough,” he weakly confirms and clears his throat. Axel nods his head to you and begins to adjust his station. “Let’s see what’s left of this old thing and if we can get some more power”. 

“What are you doing,” Cody bellows and grunts from your commlink. The background noise of the Separatist onslaught comes through and solidifies your resolve. “I gave you a direct order. Do not,” his panting catches on his words, “go through with this plan”.

Swallowing a threatening sob, you mirror Axel’s movements and adjust your controls accordingly. As you patch all remaining power on your side to the engine, your determined gaze locks onto the panicking droids by the launcher. Just a few more klicks.

“All systems powered,” you announce.

“Don’t,” Cody begs.

“Target in sight and locked onto,” Axel confirms.

“Just wait,” Cody yells.

You grip the controls tighter. Nerves swirl in your stomach, pleading with you to turn away, as you jostle closer to the launcher.

“Three,” Axel yells over warning signals beeping.

“Stand down, Axel,” Cody tries to take back command.

“Two,” you grit out.

The wave of blasters intensifies, and you feel each minor impact’s vibration land in your core. Through the haze, you can make out the model number on the launcher’s base plate.

“Please, cy’are,” Cody desperately pleads with you.

A final attempt to convince you to come home.

“One,” Axel shouts and jerks the controls forward.

You move the controls in sync and switch on the back up power.

The sudden acceleration pushes you further into your seat, and your heart hammers against your ribs. Tears freely flow from your lash line. Either from the lack of protection from the wind or an understanding of the consequences of your actions.

“Cody,” you breathe out.

The words die in your throat as collision shutters all around you. As your body’s thrown against the wall, you try to imagine how safe you felt curled into Cody’s side. The two of you are always by each other’s sides during breaks and evening watch. One night at the mission’s start, the pair of you sat at the camp’s main fire and pointed out constellations. Cody kept you close with an arm wrapped around you. His warmth rivaled the fire’s as it spread through you and sent your heart into a flurry.

As the cannon’s hull shudders and collapses from pressure, it sends you forward into the control console back into reality. In the midst of metal scraping and cramping, distant shouts and screams from outside the vehicle register in your mind. Too tired, your eyes flutter shut just as you could easily reach out and touch the missile loaded into the launcher with your hand. 

Please, Maker, just let Cody survive this. All of this: this battle, this war, losing his brothers, and letting me go.

The cannon catches and lurches forward further. Only all forces pivot the machine onto its front ledge and push it upward. Unable to move your body against the pressure crushing you onto the console, you reach towards Axel and grab his glove with a tight grip. Knots twist and turn in your stomach from the impending impact.

Gritting through the pain and pushing away the droid carcass, Cody’s sight locks onto the cannon as it begins rear into the air. All sense of control disappears from his mind as he pushes off the ground and races through the raging battle. Not bothering with his gun, Cody chokes on his breathing to get to you as soon as he can. His heart screaming for his other half as his lungs beg for relief.

“Cody,” General Kenobi calls from beside him, “You focus on evacuating the crew. Anakin and I will try to stop the cannon going topside and buy you some time”.

His chest burns with every step, but Cody only sucks in a breath as he launches himself at the side of the near vertical vehicle.

“Got your back, vod,” Rex’s voice rings through the helmet channels. “On the other side. I’ll get Axel”.

“I’m not going to let my cy’are die a hero,” Cody grits. He moves with precision and uses the ledges to creep towards the shattered window. 

“The only way that’ll ever happen,” he huffs and pulls himself into the hull, “is once my heart stops beating”.

The vehicle teeters as he stands above your body on the console. Lights flicker and illuminate the trickle of blood glistening next to your head.

“My loyalty may lie with the Republic,” Cody grunts and pulls you up to his chest. His words directed to your limp body in laying in his hands. “But my allegiance is with you. I will lay down my life for you if you give the command”.

Cody holds you close and moves with the vehicle’s slow shift in force. Now standing on the hull’s floor, he cradles your body and leans over the console to hand you to Kix. It’s actions like these that have him worried about both your lives. Without you by his side, his life will come to an end.

Quickly hopping out of the vehicle, Cody hurries to follow Kix over to the makeshift medical station. Already filled with many injured, some cots have sheets pulled over the lost lives. Before Cody can get too close to the station, an arm clamps down on his shoulders.

“Give them space to work,” Rex warns his brother. A low, rumbling threat lingers between the two.

“I need to be there. With -” Cody’s words rush out in a breathless flood.

“Cody,” Rex pulls him meet eye to eye. His collected, yet serious, expression eases some tension in Cody’s locked body. “Let Kix do his job. ‘Member what he always says?”

“‘I outrank all of you when it comes to someone’s life,’” Cody barely mumbles. A wave of dizziness sinks into him as the coursing adrenaline begins to melt away from his system. His breathing racks through his pained lungs as he attempts to recollect himself.

Rex smiles a little and opens his mouth, but shouts from the med station come out instead.

“We have a drop,” Kix calls out, “I need another pair of hands”.

Cody’s body jerks in Rex’s hold. His body moves to be by your side without thought, but Rex blocks him from stepping closer.

“Get out of my way,” Cody snaps. Anger boiling and seething as his breathing grows heavy again. His vision tunnels, only focused on your general direction, before his dark eyes lock onto Rex.

“Waxxer,” Rex shouts for back up.

In a moment of opportunity, Cody breaks Rex’s hold and bolts. This isn’t how this was supposed to go. Need to get to you. Be by your side where I should have always been.

Almost to the med station, Cody makes out your arm hanging off one of the cots. Just a few more steps, and I’ll be with you, riduur.

Wind kissing his cheeks, it then swipes across Cody’s face as something impacts his side and knocks him onto the ground. Cody twists to try to balance himself, but another impact hits his back and holds him down on the mossy, forest floor.

“Sorry, vod,” Waxxer breathes heavily, “but you’ll understand later”.

“Get off me,” Cody’s hoarse voice pleads.

“Not yet,” Rex pushes back.

Grappled by his two closest brothers, Cody can only watch as medics flurry around your cot.

“We’re losing time,” Kix snaps. “Where’s the med-vac?”

Coddy shudders a breath as his concentrated gaze focuses on you. He wrestles against his brothers, trying to break free of their hold. “I will never,” he growls lowly, “ forgive either of you if I lay here and witness the death of the love of my life”.

“I know,” Rex softly admits. He watches as Kix’s team works quickly with injections and IV stands to do what they can to stabilize you. It doesn’t look good as Kix looks up to search for the approaching evac ships. The air gradually swirls and howls as the med-vacs hover nearby.

Making sure the medical team is accounted for and all patients have been loaded on, Rex nods to Waxxer. Both step away from Cody and let him run home free.

Cody doesn’t process anything in the time he recognizes being released and the time he finds himself jumping onto the ship’s loading floor. His body moves on instinct, and Cody gravitates to your cot. All air hardens in his lungs at the sight of the scattered wounds and bruises littered across your skin.

“I’m only letting you come, because I know you’ll only get yourself killed if you’re separated,” Kix slowly explains.

Cody sits on the nearest seat as he takes your hand in his own. Mindful of the IV, he rests in an uncomfortable position to hold you. If he ever needs to check, he can subtly slide two fingers to your pulse point. For his sake or if asked by the medical staff.

“What do I always say,” Kix asks. His voice mixed with seriousness and light teasing. He tries to ease the Commander’s worry while reminding him that Kix is in charge in this situation. Regardless of whether he's attending to a brother or lover.

“Kix,” Cody’s voice breaks, “I am not your commanding officer. I come before you as a man begging you to do everything you can his cy’are. Should you need anything, just give the command and I will follow your orders. If you ask me to collect a vial of blood from the Zillo beast, I will come back only once I have successfully collected it or not at all.There is nothing I won’t do to help save the light of my life. Even if it means leaving them in your care and temporarily stepping away from their side”.

Cody briefly pries his watery eyes from the strained rise and fall of your breathing to meet Kix’s concerned gaze.

“Please, vod,” Cody croaks. Tears sting his lash line as Kix’s expression melts from shock to sympathy. 

“Save my flickering star, so I can confess to my cyar’ika that they’re the love of my life”.

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It’s easy if you’d do it right Part 2

Commander Cody x Jedi Reader

Click here for part 1

Summary: After their meeting in the trainings hall the Jedi avoids the Commander…turns out he doesn’t likes it.

Word count: 1793

Warnings: feelings, fluff, mentions of war, use of Y/N, fmc, mentions of loss, intimate moment, lots of sexual tension, let’s just say no walls were harmed, angry Commander Cody, Obi-Wan being a wingman, angsty, swearing

A/N: Here is finally part 2 of “it’s easy if you’d do it right”. I hope you like the last part of this little one shot. Originally this had an other kinda outcome with more angsty Cody, but I guess this one’s better, but idk. Let me know if you want to read the other one as well.

“And that’s how we’ll do it. Anakin and the 501st will help us after.” Master Kenobi ended the briefing for us. We were heading to a mission in the outer rim and suspected Grievous there. There was a good chance that we could finally catch him and destroy his army of clankers and bring a bit more peace to the galaxy.

„Commander, Admiral you are dismissed“, Obi-Wan finished and gave me his full attention as they left us alone. I raised my eyebrows. When he looked at me with that look I felt like I’d done something wrong. Massively wrong.

„What is it Obi-Wan?“, I sighed rubbing my temples displeased.

His arms crossed while his face turned from full serious to an huge smile as he noticed that everyone else had left us behind.

“My dear, what did you do to our beloved Commander?”, he asked eyebrows raising slowly and smile widening. I never saw Obi-Wan like that before and I knew him a while now since he kinda adopted me to his -now our- battalion. Excited and fully invested in someone else’s drama if you’d call it that. This man was here for the tea. I always thought he was the calm and sticking to the rules type of guy and not like Skywalker. A man who gave a kriff about rules and just did his mission like he likes it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, I mumbled under my breath turning slightly away from him, but he was a Jedi Master. Looking right through me and my flustered behaviour. And he also knew his Commander very well and noticed that Cody behaved different than normally. Not visible for someone who didn’t know him as well as we did, but still kinda obvious if you’re looking for a change in his mood.

“We both know that this is a lie. You’re both acting weird since a few days and you’re ignoring him completely. What happed to you and your friendship? Did Cody do something wrong?” Master Kenobi was worried. I could sense it, but behind his worry was something else as well. Hope. But hope for what?

“Master”, I began, but he disrupted me.

“He tried talking to you, but you’re avoiding him. I saw it the other day.”

I bit my lip. Regret waved like flames through me. I knew that he wanted to talk. I sensed it, but after all meetings I just raced away so we didn’t have to talk about it. After our meeting in the trainings hall I thought he just wanted to forget about it and keep moving on without lending it a second thought. Cody had seemed so unbothered like it was and meant nothing to him when my comm interrupted us, so I tried to calm my nerves and feels for him as I suggested that I didn’t have a chance if I tried talking to him. He seemed uninterested in me. Like he didn’t have the same feelings as I had for him.

“I’m sorry.” The apology was weak and Obi-Wan knew that as well. But at least it was honest.

“Don’t say that to me. Speak with Cody. He isn’t himself anymore and I worry about him as much as I do for you, my dear.” Fathers like he patted my shoulder before I left to go to my room. I had to clean my thoughts before I could finally speak with Cody ‘cause Obi-Wan was right. I had to talk to him. We worked together and things would not turn out well on the battle field if we didn’t clarify everything.

But for now I had to clear my thoughts. Otherwise I’d just mumble nonsense plus announce things he didn’t want to know about. Like my romantic feelings for him. My not-so-Jedi-like attachment to him.

Deep in thoughts, as I walked to my barracks, I didn’t notice the person following and quickly catching up on me before dragging me into an empty room and pressing me into the wall. The air in my lungs leaving them quickly as my eyes were going wide as I took the person, pressing me to the wall, in. Cody. Kriff no. He always had the baddest timings.

“What the hell is going on with you?”, he shouted. His eyes were blazing with fire as he pressed me further into the wall. A deep furrow between his eyebrows. He was angry. Fucking angry. I never saw him like that before. Sure, I’d seen him mad if Waxer or Boil had done something stupid again. But not like that. He was for real not himself. His three days beard wasn’t shaved and he looked like a mess and nothing like the Commander everyone respected and looked up to. Deep rings were under his eyes and his eyes itself were entirely sad and exhausted. They no longer had that shine which I adored. And I hadn’t noticed till now. Was too focused to keep myself together to see Cody’s struggle.

“What do you mean?” Was my slow respond. Not very clever, because I didn’t know how to start this conversation and what I should say or even where I should start.

Cody laughed bitter, “You’re avoiding me. You’re fucking acting like nothing had happened between us.”

I gasped for air. The room between us too small to breath clearly. All I could sense was Cody. The Commanders smell was hypnotising and the proximity was almost too much to handle. But even now I enjoyed his company. Even when he yelled at me. I wasn’t scared of him, he was just done with me and my acting. Obviously, I would feel the same way if he’d act like I did.

„Commander I-“

„No, don’t call me by my title. The moment in the trainings hall, I have to know, did it mean something to you? Or was it just a moment you got lost in, ‘cause you Jedi aren’t allowed to have something like that. Because for me it meant something more.“

My breath hitched. There were no thoughts left inside my brain. But there were also no needed, because the next second he pressed his lips into mine. His large hands were on me. My hips, my waist all over me while my own found it’s way around his neck to scrub his scalp with my nails making him moan slightly and parting his lips. He parted mine rough with his tongue and I happily obeyed. Cody was all over me as he kissed me with his teeth, mouth and tongue. But it wasn’t just a kiss. It was a kiss on my body and soul. With his hole body looming all over mine and tying me in. Cody was here and he meant this kiss with his hole entire being. I sensed it through the force as it waved like fire right through me. Cody not just wanted me. He wanted me to be his reason to life and fight. And I wanted him to be my reason. A reason that’s every fight and every war worth.

We only broke away from each other to catch a breath. As soon as he wasn’t all over me anymore I missed him and wanted to be this close to him again. I needed him. Needed to feel him as clearly as I had seconds ago.

Our chests were rising and falling heavily as we tried to steady ourselves. Foreheads touching each other while Cody held me close to him. His thumbs making gentle circles around my waist. Spreading goosebumps like he did the other day in the trainings hall. I didn’t look at him, but I felt his eyes on me. Worried that he did something wrong and crossed a line, but also hopeful that I felt the same way as he did.

“You mean more to me, then you should and it scares me so kriffing much. It scares me that I can’t be with you all time to protect you even though I know that you’re able to protect yourself. I can’t loose you and I need you.” His words were almost just a whisper. Full of angst and the fear of loss. Cody lost too many. His brothers and friends. Family. Sometimes it was harder to survive than to die.

As I looked up into his eyes, they were already lingering on me. Searching for a sign that this was okay and I also wanted it.

“Cody”, I breathed his name and sensed how he shifted uncomfortable as his hands on my waist tightens his grip slightly. Like he didn’t want to loose me. Cody was scared of my reaction and I’d feel the same if I had told him straight about my feelings like he just did.

“When I’m not with you I feel incomplete. Whenever I see you around my heart jumps so much and makes me want to forget about the Jedi codex. It scares me to see you on a battle field, ‘cause every time you’re standing there, could be the last time I sense and feel you. See you alive. And I’m pretty sure if I had to see you death on a battle field I’d lose myself.”

My answer was honest and clear. Told him straight how I felt and was absolute right. I never felt as good in my life before. A huge weight was took from my heart.

His forehead found its way against mine again. I felt my one heart nearly jumping out of my chest. Suddenly there was a warmth inside of me that just had to come from Cody and his body. He took a deep breath in, before he said his next words. “What do we now?”

I sighed, “Keeping us a secret till the end of the war. And then we run away together if they want to us to break up.”

Cody sighed heavily. “This will be difficult.”

“But we have to try. Or they kill us both.”

He knew that I was right. Everybody knew about the severe penalties for clones who did not follow the rules and orders.

There was a pause between us. Silence, before Cody broke it again.

“May I kiss you again?”

I smiled while he chuckled slightly, before our eyes met. The sadness was all washed from him. Cody looked relieved and felt relieved as I touched him through the force. A better future for us. That was it what we were fighting for. A new hope for some kind of peace. A future were we didn’t have to fight anymore to be free and could do and feel how we’d liked.

I leaned up a bit to meet him half way, “Yes, Commander.”

[frostbitebakery]

ALWAYS READ THE ASSEMBLY INSTRUCTIONS

a The Unlucky Ones snippet

“I’ve seen them all together,” Crop stated confidently. “The batch,” he emphasized with a knowing look.

Recoil looked up and snorted. “Right.” She turned back to the stubborn as fuck stain on her bucket. “Talk kark about something else. Everybody knows eerie shit happens when CCs are close together.” She had seen what went down when Marshal Commander Cody and Commander Doom had accidentally bumped into each other. Goosebumps broke out at the mere wisp of the memory and it hadn’t even been bad, or battle conditions. Or anything like what happened after Commander Faye��

“No, I swear,” Crop insisted and Recoil smothered the urge to rub her temples.

“You ain’t seen shit,” Forest chipped in, flopping down next to her and graciously helping himself to her blaster oil.

“You’re welcome,” she hissed and grinned nastily when he slowly put the oil down again.

“Anyway,” Forest continued, turning back to Crop, “as I was saying, you ain’t seen shit. Stop spreading this banthashit or you’ll catch crap.”

Crop tried hard to hide his embarrassment, Recoil would give him that.

“What are they teaching on Kamino these days,” Forest sighed. “We can’t have two CCs within five feet of each other or you’ll literally piss your blacks when the Curse goes batshit. So there’s no way you’ve seen the batch all together.”

Crop’s shoulders drooped. “Okay, maybe it was just a holocall with General Kenobi. But I swear Marshal Commanders Cody, Bly, Ponds, Wolffe, and Fox were there. The whole batch.”

Now that was interesting and disconcerting. Recoil grabbed the blaster oil Forest tried to inconspicuously snag. “What the hells’ brawl needs three systems armies and the homefront?” Campaign planning with two and more battalions already was a headache and a half because despite more soldiers in the dirt, life expectancy dropped ridiculously low.

Crop held up his hands. “No, dude—“

Recoil raised a brow.

“Sergeant,” he stuttered out, flushing red under her unimpressed stare. “It was about the Curse.”

“Did the commanders update containment protocols again when one of them goes berserk?”

“Something’s wrong with it.”

“Fucking hell,” Forest breathed.

“Something is wrong with it,” Recoil echoed. “Something is wrong with the Curse.”

Crop shrugged. “Seems like it. Marshal Commander Cody cleared the war room immediately.”

“Eyes only,” Recoil muttered to herself. “Shit is going to go down if they up the top secret.”

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[legobenkenobi]

the thing about Cody following Tatooine that fucking kills me is the amount of dedication and love and real happiness they bring each other is so strong not even Literal mind control could stop it.

it took a Sith Lords most thought out, long drawn plan to even get them apart, and it didn’t fucking stick because Cody loved Obi-Wan SO much that he tracked him down to fucking Tatooine and spent the rest of his life protecting him. because that’s how much they love each other

there’s literally no toxicity corrupting their relationship. it’s so strong and steady and good that it just keeps on going no matter what. every outside force that tears them apart ends up failing because they have a real genuine trust and respect and it’s pure. it completely contrasts everything else in the galaxy.

[oceansssblue]

Sooo... the time for star wars RARE PAIRINGS ONESHOTS requests has come!

No matter how rare weird cringey or wtv the fuck it can be, give it to me! Make me write out of my comfort zone! Or who knows, perhaps that weird shit you're going for is precisely my comfort zone, so don't be shy!

Ever thought of "damn, for some reason I really like this pairing and there's none (or very few) oneshots about it, I wish there'd be more"? This is your chance!

Clone/clone

Clone/jedi

Clone/whoever???

Platonic, romanticly fluffy, sensual, full on smutt, horror, wtv? PLEASE SPECIFY THIS!

Try me! No rules, just send me a text/ask :)

Reblog so all weird people receive this!

Xx,

Blue.

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“There has been a development, recently”, Sheev continued, “and I fear that there might’ve been a breach in important military information, that continues even now. I don’t want to alert the suspects yet, so I need you to infiltrate their lives, and report back to me, once you’ve managed to gain their trust. I trust that you understand, how delicate this matter is?” Of course it wasn’t so, in reality, but the clone didn’t need to know anything about what was going on. The only thing it needed to do was to obey. “Yes, Sir”, the Commander said. Sheev kept himself from grinning. “Good”, he said. “Now, Commander. I want you to become friends with Senator Organa, and report back to me everything General Kenobi tells him.” - Or, Palpatine didn't learn from the first time it happened, and tries to get back at Obi-Wan, but this time using the Commander of the Coruscant Guard to do his bidding. It doesn't, perhaps unsurprisingly, go quite as he planned.

A second part/Alternate ending to You say jump, I ask how high (right into conclusions), this time with more death to Chancellor Palpatine!

[masterjedilenawrites]

Marshall Commander, Sir

Cody x fem!reader | 1.3k words

Content: spice [18+ only], um... guys, this is the first time i've done any, like, actual smut and idk what tags to put 🙈 soft smut?, PIV, overstimulation, one (Star Wars) curse word, authority kink maybe??

Inspiration (from @rosemarynightmares): Also, I low-key wanna call Cody Marshall Commander, Sir and see what happens >:3

[18+ only below the cut, please and thank you]

Nights like these were so rare, few and far between. But that made them all the more special. Something to soak up, indulge in.

And oh was Cody indulging.

"That's it, honey," he murmured, "just like that. So good for me..."

His sinful words, low and thick against your ear, only barely distracted from the movement of his hand against your core. Every press, every caress, rolled your body like a wave, kept in time with the cadence of your breaths. Up and down you rocked with the waves, each crest bringing you ever higher toward the euphoria above, that blissful place only Cody could help you reach.

Marshall Commander Cody, that is.

Your third orgasm of the night swelled within you, taking you up, up, higher, higher, until you finally crashed back down. Cody removed his fingers slowly, helping wash away the stinging remnants with a few lingering touches. You were spent. Sweat was at your hairline and your body grew lax in his hold. He smiled against your skin, between the many tender kisses he was placing along your cheeks. His hand came up to cup your face as he continued; his energy was no where close to being as depleted as yours.

Oh you'd really done it with that cheeky remark, hadn't you? You were used to your husband taking his time with you. Whatever nights home he could steal would be put to good use. But this time there was something different in him. Something... insistent. Eager. Not quite desperate or unrestrained; no, if anything he was more in control now than he had ever been. He wasn't just chasing something for himself, or trying to make up for lost time, or any of the other behaviors you'd seen from him in the bedroom. He was surrounding you, clinging to you, ardently pleasing you with tireless attention.

And all because you hadn't been able to help yourself at that gala.

The invitation had been a surprise, but one you'd snatched up immediately, needing to get in the good graces of several senators who sat on the fence about your newest proposal. And then Cody's R&R came early so that he was able to join you as a date. A few glasses of champaign and successfully swayed votes later, you found yourself playing with your husband's attention just a little too freely. It had not been hard to mistake the gazes that lingered on certain parts of your body, the ones conveniently not covered by your gown. And he himself had looked so handsome in his own suit and tie.

So when the night slowed and you found the opportunity to lean over the back of his chair and whisper a suggestive little comment, you had just the thing to say.

"Care to take this dress off me, Commander Marshall?"

You hadn't left his arms for the rest of the night. Not on the ride home. Not when his head went between your thighs, securing you to his face. Not when he had first entered you, and not when he had reached his own high. It was as if he was afraid to let go, to feel more of the air than your skin.

"One more for me," he whispered now. His grip around you relaxed as he shifted himself to be more fully over you. You met his blazing brown eyes with a hazy lust of your own. You were exhausted, but not finished. You would do anything to satisfy this man. Even if all you could do was lay there.

"I'm yours," you whispered back at him, incapable of saying anything more. You used what little strength you had left to bring your legs up in invitation.

Cody grunted and pushed in, unable to hold himself back any longer. His mouth pressed hotly against yours as he began to thrust. His arms still caging you in, holding you close. His chest rubbed against yours, slick from sweat.

He made what you thought was a hissing noise at first, but upon forcing your eyes open, saw he was trying to form words.

"S... say... say it again," he finally spat out. His own eyes were screwed shut in concentration as he rocked above you. He was a man on a mission.

You hummed in a questioning tone. You'd managed to lock your ankles around his back and had your hands grasping onto the muscles of his shoulders as you felt that familiar wave breach your shores.

"What you said... at the... party..." he rasped.

Your head turned to the side, toward the part of the room the two of you had stumbled from hours earlier, discarding clothes passionately, mindlessly.

Cody grunted again and you turned back to see him shaking his head. He hadn't meant the part about your dress.

His cheeks were flushed, and not from the effort of pounding into you. He never showed that in his face. You realized he was embarrassed. Your strong and noble man, blushing at a request to be called something in bed.

A surge of energy rushed back into you at the thought. You began to scrape your nails down his shoulder blades. Your mouth twitched into a smirk. "Yes, sir."

He groaned, long and low. He let his head fall into the crook of your neck and you brought one of your hands to continue its scraping along the back of his head.

"Commander, sir."

Another groan, this time accompanied by a particularly sharp thrust. He was losing control.

Which only helped you lose yours as well.

"Oh, Commander..."

You weren't trying to sound so erotic; the sound came from deep within, forced out by the constant drum of his cock inside your overstimulated walls.

"Please. Commander. Come with me."

"Kriff..."

His arms squeezed beneath you, holding you so impossibly close. It was the only thing you were aware of as wave after wave crashed between you. You may have blacked out, or you may have simply submerged yourself in the feeling deeper than you ever had. All that surrounded you was Cody and the pleasure you were creating together. Everything else was dark and soundless.

When the waves finally receded, when your wits more or less returned, you hummed against Cody's chest. He was slumped over you, panting heavily, his skin sticking to yours. But he didn't relax for long. He was too much a gentleman to leave his weight on you, even though he could have easily fallen asleep like that. He lifted himself off, pulled gingerly out of you, and used his arms to drag you along as he rolled onto his side.

You nuzzled yourself against him, sliding your fingers through his slicked chest hair. You knew once you drifted off to sleep, he would get up to clean you off and dress you properly for bed, just as he always did. Before you drifted, though, you felt compelled to acknowledge the new side of him you'd met tonight.

"I didn't realize those titles got you going like that."

"I... didn't either." His voice was quiet. You didn't want him to feel embarrassed by his desires, not when they were so harmless. And endearing.

"Well I thought it was hot," you said with a little laugh, worming yourself more into his side.

Thankfully he returned a chuckle of his own, though still a bit shaky and uncertain. "That's good, I guess. I don't know how I'm going to be able to hear anyone else call me that now, though."

You joined his laughter, picturing his face going red as some poor clone from his unit tries to give him a salute. Your bodies gently shook alongside each other. It was a quiet laughter, tired, more like hums. But it reassured you both that it had been a night well spent. In each other's company, learning together, enjoying each other. Just as you always had, just as you always would.

"Love you, dear one," he whispered with an extra squeeze around you.

"And I love you, Commander Marshall, sir," you whispered back just as you drifted away.

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Paint

Cw: angst. Mentions of Cody and Obi Wan. Cody thinks Obi Wan is dead. Grief. Admiral Rampart (yes, he needs a warning). Mentions of order 66.

Summary: After completing Order 66, Cody and his men get instructions to update their armor.

A/n: I originally wrote this a while ago—I think when Tbb s2 was coming out—but held off on posting it here just kinda out of nervousness I guess. this is 100% inspired by that one scene in Tbb s2 when Crosshair doesn’t recognize Cody until he takes the helmet off because there’s no more 212th yellow-

"Commander Cody. The time has come, execute order 66."

"Yes, my lord."

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

As the gunship took off towards the great expanse of space, Cody stared into the inner wall of the ship. He still had his helmet on. His brothers around him were all standing still, unmoving, like statues. They had all gotten the order as well.

It didn't seem to bother them, however, knowing that they killed their own Jedi general. Truthfully, it was all Cody that did it. Cody told them to fire. Cody was the one who personally received the transmission. Cody killed General Kenobi.

Cody killed Obi Wan.

Cody's jaw clenched, I killed Obi Wan. He couldn't bare the thought. When he had first gotten the message he had felt the strong need to follow the order. He hadn't felt anything wrong with the order then, why did he feel so terrible now?

Once Cody and his squad reached the imperial base, he went straight to his quarters. Once inside, he removed his helmet, setting it on a table, and sat on his cot. He put his hands in his lap and let his head hang. Why did the order suddenly feel so wrong?

After a few hours Cody was called into Admiral Rampart's office. As Cody stepped inside, helmet on, Rampart eyed him with a strange look. "CC-2224, thank you for coming." Rampart greeted, Cody nodded and clenched his fists at the use of his CC number.

"Now, about what I called you in for today; as you are now part of the Imperial Army, it is only customary that you remove that hideous yellow from your armor. Same goes to any members of your battalion. I expect this to be done by two rotations from now." He explained.

Cody felt his heart drop. Remove the yellow? Why would they be forced into removing the very thing that made the 212th the 212th? Cody doubted his brothers would find this instruction okay.

But good soldiers follow orders.

Cody finally nodded his head, clearing his throat. "Yes, Admiral. I'll get right to it." He managed to get out. Rampart hummed and dismissed him, Cody swiftly left the room.

That night, Cody sat on his cot, paint scraper in hand and armor scattered around the floor. He held his vambrace in his free hand. He stared into the yellow paint. When he first joined the 212th he was honored to be fighting along side an amazing Jedi general such as Obi Wan. He had first felt intimidated by the man, but after getting to know him, Cody had found he was quite pleasing to be around. Obi Wan was kind, brave, loyal, and he cared about Cody and his brothers.

Cody began scraping off the paint of the vambrace. When order 66 was first given, he didn't even feel like himself. It was just the constant reminder 'good soldiers follow orders' and it felt like he was just there. He had no memory of actually wanting Obi Wan dead. Just before, he had handed him his lightsaber for the hundredth time. Obi Wan had lost the thing so much that Cody had put a special attachment on his belt to hang the laser sword.

Cody moved on the the other vambrace, beginning to scrape the paint off of that as well. He remembered when he first painted his armor. He was a shiny, obviously, and he had just joined the 212th. Him and a few of his brothers sat around their new barracks with buckets of yellow paint. They were all so proud and excited to be apart of the 212th. It was always the color that identified them.

Whenever Cody's armor would get scratched badly he would repaint it. Always the same design that he originally came up with. He didn't have any crazy designs like some of the members of the 501st, but he still took pride in his work.

Obi Wan had always encouraged the artwork, often sitting amongst the clones and even helping out when they would paint their armor.

After a bit, Cody picked up his helmet. He stared into the visor, this old bucket had been on many campaigns and had seen so much. It protected him from blaster shots, punches, knives sometimes.  The yellow on the helmet had helped people to identify him. Now that the paint was being removed, would they still look at him and think 'That's Commander Cody of the 212th'?

Cody reluctantly brought the scraper to the gold visor, pressing down on it and sliding it across, taking paint away  with it. He continued the same motion several times until there was no yellow left on the visor. That was the last of the yellow, the 212th yellow.

He rested his helmet next to him on the cot and put his head in his hands and sighed. It was done.

No more 212th yellow.

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

Hi Phie! Congratulations on 200 followers, you deserve all the love! 🥰 I’d like to request prompts 12 and 39 (if I can do two; if not, you can pick which one! No worries!) for Commander Cody (shocker lol) x fem!reader :)

Thank you so much, and congrats again!!

MOLLY!!! This took me so long, I'm so sorry!! (I have another request to complete that I haven't even started yet, but ANYWAY)

Um,,,, this is not a drabble lol. it's a lot longer. It's also more angsty than I intended but I had fun with it tbh 😅

SO!!

Love & War. Cody x f!reader

prompts: 12. "By the gods, you love her, don't you?" (altered to *Maker,...) & 39. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen"

warnings: alcohol, slight angst, not beta'd

words: ~2k

summery: Cody gets a talking to from his brothers and has a realisation.

I'm gonna tag @softsunburstlove since I know Nova's currently keenly interested in anything Cody.

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Taking another sip from his drink, Cody sighed as he looked across the bar. His brothers were dancing, talking, drinking. Having a good time. Meanwhile, he stuck to his far corner, drinking in silence. It had been... a long week. With the relentless death of war and the mounts of paperwork and planning and strategy meetings...

But that wasn't the thing stealing Cody's sleep. His mind had been on you. It was always on you. Ever since the day the two of you met.

But he was the Marshall Commander of the Grand Army of the Republic and they were in the middle of a war. He couldn't allow himself any distractions. Thinking of the work he accomplished this week though, and the quality of it, he had to consider the fact that that ship might've sailed.

So he sighed, and he took another sip, and suddenly Wolffe, Gree, Fox and Rex were taking a seat across from him. So much for a quiet evening.

"Been looking for you, brother," Gree started, taking a sip from his own drink. "You been hiding from us?"

"Not at all," Cody replied lamely. One look at Rex told him that he'd seen right through him. Truthfully, he didn't expect to be able to lie to Rex. The man himself couldn't lie his way out of a paperbag, but he was quite discerning when it came to his brothers. Though seeing as he ran the 501st, he likely had to be.

"Really? So you're just hanging out in the far corner of the bar, all by yourself, because you wanted us to find you?" Rex fired back.

"Rex," Cody said slowly, in a tone his brother knew all to well.

Rex relented right away, knowing better than to push him. He knew Cody was a smart man. But he also knew he tended to overthink things. That did mean he was always prepared for any possible outcome. It just... took him a while to get there. And Rex certainly understood the importance of thinking this through well enough.

Wolffe, however, was much more blunt than Rex. And much more curious. And he didn't necessarily care about pushing a bit too hard.

"Codes," he began, and was immediately interrupted.

"Don't call me Codes," Cody said, far too quickly. His statement was met with complete disregard.

"If you have a problem, I'd suggest you talk to your vode. Pushing us away and hiding in some corner isn't gonna get you anywhere, vod."

Cody tapped the side of his cup. Wolffe made an excellent point. Talking to his brothers was usually the way he solved the toughest problems. And when they couldn't be solved? His brothers would buy the rounds until they were. He could always count on them.

But thinking of you now? Of your deep eyes, and your beautiful smile and your loving hands touching his body, caressing away the horrors of the war?

Sharing that felt like giving a piece of it up. Telling anyone at all would feel like it wasn't his, and his alone anymore.

Cody realised it was childish, seeing as Rex had already put two and two together. Not exactly a difficult equation either, seeing as he disappeared for conspicuous amounts of time every few days. And that one time you were at 79's with your friends and you caught his eye across the room and he felt like he couldn't breathe anymore. Rex had been right beside him to witness it all. He was grateful that his brother clearly hadn't spoken a word about it, but it did also mean that now that he was having doubts the choice of telling them was his alone too.

Cody sighed deeply, still studying the liquid inside the glass. "It's complicated..."

"Ah," Fox began, nodding knowingly, "it's a girl."

Cody scoffed, looking off to the side. His brothers knew him a tad bit too well.

Wolffe chuckled deeply, leaning over to smack Cody's arm. "And what girl wields enough power to have the Marshall Commander this out of sorts?"

He looked up from his glass briefly to address his brother. "We...," he cleared his throat. "We met shortly after the second Battle of Geonosis."

Wolffe scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Piece of advice, maybe don't try to make a living as a story-teller after the war."

After the war. He'd heard that phrase a lot lately. From you of course. How you'd buy them a house on some back water planet after the war. How you two would start a family after the war. How after the war all would be well. How he could rest after the war.

"Geonosis? That's almost a year ago now, isn't it?" Rex asked, realising that he didn't know as much of the full picture as he once thought.

"Yeah," Cody confirmed. He'd been counting the days since he met you. Wanting to savour every last one of them, knowing that every tally mark on the side of his bunk could be the last.

"So you've been with this girl for...?" Rex trailed off.

"Does it matter?" Cody shot back. Then he threw back the last of his drink and looked out into the crowd again. Gree had brought a bottle of whiskey with him. He quickly filled Cody's cup again, receiving a grateful nod, however, unaccompanied with his usually warm smile.

The others exchanged worried looks, silently communicating what they were all thinking; Cody wasn't himself right now. Something must've happened.

"So a girl," Fox began, always the political one, "A girl you've been with for a while. Isn't that a good thing?"

"Yeah, no," he cleard his throat again. "Yeah, it's great," he said, unconvincingly.

"Okay, how'd you screw it up?" Wolffe asked.

"I didn't!" Cody shot back. Too quickly to keep up his detachment. He deflated then, admitting to the fact that he'd lost. "I didn't screw anything up. Neither did she. Everything's been great for a long time."

"Then what's the problem?" Gree asked.

"It's... she takes it as a promise. Something I can keep. Like my surviving the war this long means that we have a future where I don't need to sneak around, lie to all my superiors and brothers and...," he trailed off, emotion swelling in his chest. Damn, how much had he had today? "I know I can't give her what she wants. I can barely keep it up now."

"If it's more trouble than its worth why not just break it off?" Wolffe offered, always the pragmatic one.

Rex shot him an angry look, but Cody understood their brother. He and Wolffe had always been a bit more... detached than the others. Rex didn't date a lot but when he met someone he liked he was head over heels before the first date was over. He couldn't help it, he just felt that deeply.

Cody certainly felt deeply for you but... something permanent? He'd never had that. War would never provide him with consistency. He had accepted that but he wasn't sure you understood that. How could you? You were a civilian. The sweetest, loveliest, most beautiful civilian he has ever met. But this part of him, you would never fully grasp. He accepted that too. At least he thought he did. But lately, more and more, it was like there was a war going on inside of him. His emotions going haywire all the time and he didn't even know why. And more and more, the center of his thoughts, his feelings, his plans... was you. But that wasn't realistic. That wasn't how this was going to end. Right?

When Cody still didn't speak, didn't even look at them Wolffe's eyes widened and he spoke the words Rex was silently begging him to swallow. "Maker, you love her, don't you?"

He might've choked on his drink. "I... what do you... I'm not... I can't," he sputtered in-between coughing.

When he managed to crack his eyes open again, the entire table was looking at him with identical grins. Even Rex, the little shit.

But damn, if it wasn't the truth. The truth he had been too stubborn to admit. The truth that, at it's core, might not have been as scary as it sounded in his mind. Still scary but... there were worse things, right? Right.

The one thing Cody did know for sure is that the rest of this conversation wasn't going to be conducted with his brothers. He quickly jumped up and mumbled "Excuse me."

****

It was late when he knocked on your door. Usually he comm.s first. Just as a curtesy. He's like that. A little uptight, but always with a warm and kind heart behind it.

So you're quite surprised when he shows up out of nowhere smelling of whiskey and smoke and 79's. But you've had worse surprises.

You smile, a bit of concern glimmering in your eyes.

"Cody? Hey, sweetie, is everything okay?"

You remember the last time he showed up like this. It was after a tough mission. The Citadel, you vaguely remember.

Next thing you know he's grabbing your hips and pressing his lips against yours. You're taken aback now, this is totally new. He'd never been that assertive. Always kind, gentle, caring, loving. This wasn't him. There was a new... hunger in him.

You pull away quickly, not because you don't want him to kiss you but because you're worried. When you search his eyes, you see tears in them.

"Hey, hey," you coo gently, cupping his face. "What happened? Who did we lose?"

"No one," he chokes out, shaking his head. He then pulls you close again, burying his face in your hair.

You're still standing in the door, for all your neighbours to see. You couldn't care less.

"Tell me what's going on, love," you whisper into his ear. "What happened?"

He takes a shaky breath to steady himself and walks the two of you inside more, shutting the door behind him.

"I never told you," he says, his voice still impossibly strained.

You grow nervous now. Was he keeping secrets from you? Was there...?

"What do you mean? Is there-?"

He cuts you off. "There's no one else. I just... I never told you... I love you."

A few moments of silence pass and suddenly you're taking a deep breath and a teary smile appears on your face. "That's okay. I always knew. You didn't have to tell me. I could see it. It's okay."

He frowns, his grip on you tightening as he shakes his head, tears threatening to spill. "No, it's not! It's not. I... I should have..."

You cut him off this time. "I have no idea what it's like to be a soldier. But I know that, saying it to you? Knowing that you might not come back next time? It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I didn't mind that you couldn't do it till now. I knew. I always knew."

He heaves a deep sigh, as if a weight fell off his shoulders and leans his forehead on yours, eyes fluttering close. "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I love you so much. I'm sorry I wasn't stronger. I'm sorry I wasn't even trying to search my feelings. I'm sorry I wasn't ready to commit."

You smile a little the softest of laughs escaping you, making him feel like his heart was about to burst. "What you couldn't see in yourself, I always knew was there. I never doubted you. You might not have said it, may not have known it was there. But I knew. That was enough for me."

He shakes his head, a few tears falling from his eyes as his nose brushes against yours. "Cyare. How are you so perfect? So patient with me?"

You press a chaste kiss to his lips. "Because I love you."

He spent the night then, whispering silent promises to you. About love, and the future, of all the two of you would do after the war. But the phrase he said most -- over and over again in fact -- was the one he never thought he'd say to anyone.

[phoenixyfriend]

Now Leaving "Space Opera," Turn Left for Psychopomp Shōnen

Read on AO3

There are some strangers in Karakura, and they are giving off the weirdest vibes.

[toomanybandstocare]

okay okay okay!! 🎉 you said send as many as i like so here we go- no pressure of course!!

polaroid album + sneaking around + midsummer dance - all of them centred around around reader x cody and a forbidden workplace romance ? only if you’re comfortable with it !! 💛

.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖ - Sneaking Around

Drabble for a character x reader of your request. @obixwan requested a forbidden work romance with Cody. I hope you enjoy, and thank you so much for sending in this request!

Pairing: Modern, CEO! Cody x Modern, GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Length: 1537w

Warnings: Light alcohol (reference, setting at a bar's private room, a single sip), Cody can't keep his hands to himself, Couple of cusses

Counselor Notes: Okay, it's not smutty or anything like that. But I just really needed some comfort after at the day at work I had. As I think about this pairing more, I think Cody would definitely be more focused on Reader's wellbeing and put his needs aside. The two of them deal with all the craziness and frustration that comes with being top in the business world, but when the two of them finally come together and let go of it - the world just melts away and they have each other. I also just know this man's love language is physical touch, but I don't think he actually realizes it. He just needs to be touching you in some sort of way.

Accompanying Midsummer Dance & Polaroid Album

-> Celebration Announcement Post <- -> Celebration Masterlist <- -> Camp Resolute Masterlist <-

Your dress shoes click against the cracked pavement as rain drops begin to splat alongside each step you take. Echoes of board member complaints ricochet inside your skull which cause your heart to pound against your chest. Every breath you force into your lungs struggles to ease the frustration that flames through your body. 

Bodies lightly jostle you in the sidewalk’s crowd as the evening bustle floods the street right at five o’clock on the dot. Everyone’s eager to end the work day by either rushing home and forgetting about the day or joining friends for dinner at the latest restaurant featured in the press. Normally, you’d join the first group after an unsuccessful business deal, but Friday nights are reserved for drinks at your favorite speakeasy.

Feeling one rain drop followed by several others landing hard on your blazer’s shoulder, you curse under your breath and rush to the well-worn, creaky pub’s entrance. The sight of a faded and chipped wooden sign with 79s in swirling calligraphy causes your shoulders to relax. Your hands grasp the door’s handle, and you carefully slip into the pub with a breath of relief. As soon as you close the door behind and take one step into the barroom, a warmth envelopes you from the blazing fireplace on the side of the room. Rickety tables with clusters of upholstered chairs around them creates a small maze on the floor of the bar’s dining area. On the opposite side, a wooden bar lines the length of the old building until it hits the back corner where a faint light illuminates the stained glass windows of the private room. 

“He’s already here,” Dex gruffly answers the same question that rests on the tip of your tongue every week. Sparing a moment from the crowd of loose ties and business suits, Dex flashes you a knowing smile and nods back to the private room.

“Put on my tab this time, would you?” you call over your shoulder as you push through the crowd of exhausted business people. 

“I’m afraid you should have gotten here first if you wanted that,” Dex cackles as he turns to address the rush of patrons.

Your cheek twitches. Not even a single word in, and it seems like he’s looking to add to all the frustration weighing down on you. Taking purposeful strides, you narrowly weave between patrons and quickly reach the private room. Without a pause, you push the door open and shut it closed behind you.

“Unbelievable,” you hiss as you flick the lock. “You paid last week. We have a deal”. Dropping your bag onto the end of the leather booth seat, you don’t even think about the heated words that fall from your mouth. 

“Two things,” Cody’s smooth voice warms the small room. His careful gaze watches as you try to take off your blazer in a hurry, and he slips out of the booth to stand behind you. He rests his hands on your shoulders to stop your hasty movements as his lips rest against the shell of your ear. 

“One, I heard about the Becker deal. Poor decision on their end, but at least your portfolio won’t take a hit from adding them to your clientele,” Cody murmurs before he presses a lingering kiss to the crown of your head. His heart swells as he feels you slowly relax and lean against his chest slightly. 

“Two, I wanted to do something nice for you after a shitty day, mesh’la”. Cody’s fingertips softly run along your shoulders and over them to slip under the collar of your blazer. A smile tugs at his lips as he feels you shiver under his touch.

Taking a slight step back, Cody helps you with your blazer. After he neatly places your folded jacket over your bag, Cody’s hands find their home on your hips. Concern sparks through him as you fall quiet and let him turn you to face him. “I know leaving everything we deal with at the door is impossible, especially with our work phones ringing every five minutes, but our relationship is not a transaction,” Cody softly reminds you. He moves one hand up to gently cup your jaw and make you meet his caring expression.

You purse your lips. The overwhelming whirlwind of emotion coursing through you urges you to bite back. When you open your mouth to argue, the words escape you as Cody raises one eyebrow. “This is one of the few times you will ever hear me say you’re right,” you mutter with resignation and fall into his chest. Fatigue from the week’s looming deadline finally sinking into your aching bones. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you take a deep breath. The comforting scent of the old bar and Cody’s warm, spice cologne wash away the last of the thoughts gnawing at the back of your mind. Cody’s chest rumbles with laughter, and you hum. “How was your week?” you quietly ask.

“Don’t get me started on Drake,” Cody mutters. He tucks his face into the crook of your neck and places teasing kisses up your neck with a groan. “I would much rather focus on the time I have with you than sharing the details of his fuck up that almost cost us the pitch”.

You sigh and push at Cody. Not having to utter another word, the two of you tumble into your Friday night tradition as you fall into the booth like you do every week. A glass of your favorite drink waits by Cody’s glass of whiskey on the table as the two of you settle into the worn leather cushions. Tucking yourself into Cody’s side, your fingertips trail over his no slightly wrinkle white button up shirt. “What if we went on a vacation? After this week, we both could use some time away from prying eyes and press. We could hide away at my beach house” you muse lightly. Your gaze follows Cody’s arm as he reaches for his glass, and you notice he has his sleeves rolled up, showing off the toned muscles of his arm.

Cody wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you as close as possible. A chuckle falls from his lips as he catches you eyeing him. “I somehow think that would lead to trouble, especially if it has anything to do with a trip to your beach house,” Cody’s voice drops to a low, teasing murmur. Taking a sip of his drink, the cool whiskey coats his tongue. A man of composure and control, Cody only ever orders a whiskey on the rocks after a week that has him actually considering retiring early. The warmth that flows through his body eases the stinging worries from the weight of the work week. Yet, nothing compares when Cody looks down and meets your tired expression. The yellow light shining down from the green glass, overhead lamp envelopes you in a glow that highlights your eyes.

Regardless of how long the two of you have gone without seeing each other or the type of week you’ve had, the pair of you melt into each other’s embrace the minute you stumble into the old fashioned barroom. There’s not a single moment where Cody wishes he did something different. Even if it meant he didn’t have to be at the beck and call of shareholders, Cody would choose the same every time because it let him meet you. Taking his free hand, Cody runs a finger over your cheek softly and then opens his palm to let you lean into his touch. His heart stutters as you peer up through your lashes. “I think some time off sounds perfect,” Cody whispers. His voice nearly wavers, almost afraid if he were to speak any louder the moment would shatter. That he would wake up in a cold sweat, alone in his bedroom, and this would only be a dream.

But it wasn’t. You turn your head and press a featherlight kiss to his palm before looking up at him again. “You deserve some time to decompress and enjoy life. And I’d like to be there with you, if you’d have me. Either way, you need to take care of yourself. I also know for a fact that your admin team needs a week to prepare for the pitch to turn into a project, it’s the chance you’ll have to step away before the project wraps,” you softly implore. You sit up and run a hand through Cody’s hair pulling a grateful moan from his plush lips. Watching him slowly sink into the booth and slowly nod, you bite back a smile. The two of you working non-stop has left little time for anything else, and the slightly sunken bags underneath Cody’s eyes have you worried. 

“Where do you want to go?” Cody asks with a lazy smirk. Pride blooms as your cheeks flush with excitement, and Cody peers up through his lashes as he listens to your destination suggestions. Thoughts of breakfast in bed after a night tangled together with needy touches or skinny dipping at your private beach already have him looking forward to putting in his time off.

[laurabwrites]

New Fic: A Different Fixation

Darth Maul always suffers Force-given visions of the future for years and years after his defeat on Naboo. In this universe, he fixates on a different target. One a lot less steady as a Jedi. One a lot easier to give a little push into Darkness...

[coruscanti-arabi]

Commander Cody, winning a battle with one other clone lieutenant, during the Battle of Sarrish, expecting to regroup to a successful campaign.

Kenobi, who has all of his resources at his disposal, at a major loss that resulted in a devastating massacre.

[ihathbenobiwankenobied]

heat and electric

Part eight of 212th Medic Skull Has Had Enough on ao3

Part one | Part two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part 6 | Part 7

Summary:

Eventually, Obi-Wan looked up, eyes bloodshot, and offered what Cody assumed to be a meager attempt at a smile. “I’m– I am alright.” His voice was weak, coated in a thick grumbling tone, unconvincing at best. Cody grimaced.

“It’s– you don’t have to be.” Cody reminded him, stoking a thumb over the small bruises along his jaw hating the way Obi-Wan flinched slightly under his touch. “You had a seizure, that must be–”

“It’s not the first time.”

(Or, the aftermath of Obi-Wan's seizure. Later, heat stroke.)

Word Count: 5,781

“Everyone out, besides Cody and Oxy. Get out.” 

Cody could barely hear Skull’s words. 

Seizure.  

The word stuck in his brain, but he could barely think. Whatever focus he had was far gone, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Obi-Wan. 

Seizure. 

He had heard of them, sure, but Cody didn’t know what they entailed, didn’t know that he would ever witness one. Yet, he had watched Obi-Wan, already bruised and covered in electric burns, fall victim to one. It still didn’t feel like reality.

Cody couldn’t move, frozen in place and time. 

The remaining medics and Quinlan shuffled out of the room leaving the stale silence of the room, save for Obi-Wan’s whistling breaths where he lay facing away from Cody. Skull had arranged him into a position on his side– he’d called it a recovery position. Cody just watched numbly, unspeaking. 

“Cody?” Someone– not Obi-Wan– asked eventually, and the Commander glanced upward, trying to stop the trembling in his fingers where they gripped at the sides of his chair. Skull had finally helped Obi-Wan into a sitting position, and was now staring in Cody’s direction expectantly. 

How long had it been? 

“Cody?” Skull asked again, worry evident on his face, “It’s been ten minutes, he’s going to be okay, just unwell for… awhile.” 

Cody blinked. Ten minutes? He swallowed, and grasped the edges of the chair. 

Without his express permission, Cody’s body moved, and he walked around the outside of the bed. 

Numb. His entire form felt numb.

Obi-Wan’s back was covered in blood stained bandages, which was already alarming, but when Cody caught a look at his front, he could barely stand the obvious discomfort written on Obi-Wan’s face.

He was pale, eyes shut tightly as he shivered in place. 

“Just a second, General. Just going to apply pressure to these…” Oxy worked quickly, pulling back the bandages trying to stop the reopened wounds from bleeding anymore than they already had. 

“Obi-Wan…” Cody said softly, tentatively sitting down on the medical bed by Obi-Wan’s side, ignoring the way that Skull hovered inches away, almost like he was waiting for him to keel over. 

Obi-Wan failed to respond, his trembling hands pulling towards his face to press over his eyes. He shuddered once, opening his mouth like he might say something, then shut it abruptly. 

“It’s okay, I’m right here.” Cody whispered, moving closer so he could gently press up against Obi-Wan’s arm. He wished he could hug him, pull him into an embrace like he wanted to, but the burns were everywhere, a distinct reminder of all the impending questions Cody needed to ask.

Not now. Obi-Wan didn’t need that now. 

“...I don’t–” Obi-Wan spoke softly, then gently shook his head once.

“Do you feel sick, General?” Skull asked, leaning down a little to take a proper look at Obi-Wan’s face. He seemed less concerned now, but it did little to ease Cody’s own nerves. 

“Mhm.” Was all Obi-Wan said, voice muffled by his hands. He paused for a few seconds, “I just– I want to go to my quarters.” He spoke the words unnaturally quickly, “Please.”

Cody glanced up to Skull, who looked somehow horrified and skeptical all at once. He pursed his lips, arms crossed over his chest. Cody already knew the medic wouldn’t want to allow it, not now, not with unexpected seizures and open wounds, and blood everywhere. Cody wished he could protest, demanding that he be allowed to take Obi-Wan home and tuck him in bed, safe from all the reminders of pain and suffering that the medbay seemed to elicit. 

Yet, Skull wasn’t stupid, and Cody wasn’t a doctor. 

He needed to find a compromise. 

“Skull,” Cody started, “Give me time alone with the General, only a few minutes.” Cody said, hoping his tone sounded as commanding as he meant it to. 

Skull looked no less skeptical, and reached for a datapad sitting on the table by the medical bed. “I have tests to run, Cody. There’s a poss–”

“Can it wait ten minutes?” Cody cut in, noticing the way that Obi-Wan shifted uncomfortably by his side, sucking in a pained breath as Oxy pressed another bandage against his back. 

“Yes– fine. You will alert me if anything– anything at all – seems off.” Skull said, tone clipped but somehow still empathetic. He looked between Cody and Obi-Wan and sighed. “Almost done, Oxy?” He asked, impatient as ever. 

“All set, General.” Oxy said, and rounded the bed, “Try and stay still; don’t lay on your back.”

Cody nodded when Obi-Wan didn’t, then pulled the curtain around the bed when the two medics walked away, Skull heading for his storage closet, and Oxy toward the lab. 

When he returned to the bed, Obi-Wan had lowered his hands to his lap and the trembling had been reduced to a few odd shakes every few seconds. Cody pulled the chair in front of him, sitting down and leaning forward, pressing the palms of his hands on Obi-Wan’s jaw gently.

He wanted to ask about Kadavo, about the thousands of little wounds that littered Obi-Wan’s body. Who hurt you? Where do I find them? 

Cody resisted the urge, knowing it would do little to smooth out the already existent tension that filled the space between them 

Eventually, Obi-Wan looked up, eyes bloodshot, and offered what Cody assumed to be a meager attempt at a smile. “I’m– I am alright.” His voice was weak, coated in a thick grumbling tone,  unconvincing at best. Cody grimaced.

“It’s– you don’t have to be.” Cody reminded him, stoking a thumb over the small bruises along his jaw hating the way Obi-Wan flinched slightly under his touch. “You had a seizure, that must be–”

“It’s not the first time.” Obi-Wan cut him off, then suddenly clamped a hand over his mouth, skin seemingly becoming a shade lighter in the matter of seconds.

Cody reached for the bin left by the side of the bed and managed to push it into Obi-Wan’s arms just in time. Obi-Wan emptied his stomach of whatever liquid still remained and breathed heavily, lips red. I’m sorry, Cody wanted to say, but the words didn’t quite make it out.

Not the first time .

The prospect of it made Cody’s skin crawl. Had he missed something? “Not the first time?” He asked, placing the bin aside and wiping Obi-Wan’s lips with a tissue he’d found on the table by the bed. 

“When I was young– a padawan. Triggered by… electricity, among other things. It has been… a very long time.”

Cody didn’t want to ask why, as a padawan, he had any exposure to raw electricity on more than one occasion, but he kept his mouth shut. 

“I– they beat me, constantly, for days with electro-staffs on Kadavo.” Obi-Wan said after a momentary pause, then looked up, searching Cody’s eyes as if he wanted approval, like he wanted to know if the admission would offend the Commander.

Cody was left with nothing to say, nothing productive at least. I’ll kill them all. Fury spread through his veins, but he was level-headed enough to know that Obi-Wan wouldn’t want him to say that. Cody was too empathetic to even allow the thought to simmer for more than a few seconds before he wiped it away. 

“You need to tell, Skull.” He murmured after a few minutes. He had pressed his forehead against Obi-Wan’s.

Obi-Wan leaned back, eyebrows raised. “I need to?” He asked.

“Yes– he needs to know. What if this happens again? What if it happens again when you aren’t in the medbay? There has to be some sort of medication or–” Cody caught himself rambling, then shook his head, eyes trained on a tiny fleck of dirt left on the floor next to Obi-Wan’s soiled clothes. “I can’t lose you.”

Obi-Wan sighed, tipping his face into his hands again. “I– I don’t feel well.” He said quietly, and Cody caught him as he swayed. Fuck. They were going to have to talk about it, but Cody knew he had pushed too far. Obi-Wan looked exhausted, he was hurting, body barely keeping him upright. 

Suddenly, Skull’s head poked into the enclosed space, his eyebrows raised as he observed Cody’s position between Obi-Wan’s legs. “Oh– am I interrupting something?” He asked, in that tone that made Cody’s blood boil.

Sure, Skull knew things now, but Cody thought the admission would at least keep him quiet. No– that didn’t seem to be Skull’s style at all. It was almost as if Skull liked to push his buttons even more now. 

“No.” Cody answered bluntly. It certainly hadn’t been five minutes, much less ten.

“General, I brought you some new briefs– thought you might appreciate Cody’s help putting them on instead.” Fuck . Cody cursed internally, already imagining all the ways he could throw Skull up against the nearest wall, but Skull only threw the clean set of briefs at him and closed the curtains before leaving. 

Karking Skull . 

Cody eyed the wet patch on Obi-Wan’s groin, grimacing as he saw the red that had spread across Obi-Wan’s cheeks.

“I-I’m sorry– that just happens.” Obi-Wan whispered the words.

“Oh, Ob’ika, it’s okay. Let me help.” 

Cody made quick work of slipping off Obi-Wan’s old briefs and getting the new ones on him, only cringing once when Obi-Wan winced in pain as the fabric brushed against his ankle. 

They sat quietly for a few more minutes, Cody hoping the momentary freedom from medical attention would be enough to keep Obi-Wan calm. Then Skull returned, Oxy behind him rolling a mobilized tank of bacta, the strong medicinal smell already causing Cody’s toes to curl.

“Alright, General, let’s get that leg fixed.” 

Skull had endured two days more of Obi-Wan in the medbay. 

And really, Cody as well. The Commander had only left once, just to return with a new set of tunics discreetly tucked away in his pack. 

Obi-Wan felt ill for a day, his post-seizure state keeping him pinned to the bed. In some ways, that was a good thing. Typically, Skull would have fought him to keep him laying down, but Kenobi had barely protested. 

Cody was truly to be blamed for the General’s strangely cooperative behavior. He was a beacon of consistency and reason and care. He slept in the uncomfortable chair by the medical bed without a question or complaint, even convincing the usually stubborn General to agree to a short stint in the bacta tank to get his electrical burns healed up faster. 

It was both fascinating, and horrifying watching them interact. 

Skull watched the General closely for both days, watching for the prolonged stares and signs of an aura. It almost worried him more when none of those symptoms presented. While a single seizure could have been an isolated event, Kenobi had seemed… relatively unphased. Sure, he was sick, suffering from a number of other injuries, but he hadn’t tried to deny the fact he had a seizure at all. 

Out of character. Stange. 

So Skull discharged him, albeit with some reluctance, but with a firm look sent in Cody’s direction, and his famed command to, “Keep the physical activity to a minimum, Sir, even if Cody insists.”

That earned him a glare from Cody, and a reminder that his face would look better not smashed into a wall. Cody loved to bluff, and Skull really liked to call him on it. 

Days later, Skull began his in depth research.

“I find it hard to believe that this was his first seizure.” Skull murmured, eyes scanning over the General’s documents, yet again. It seemed to have become a trend these days.

“He never explicitly said it was his first– but I think you’re right, he was… too calm.” Oxy had taken half of the stack of flimsies and had kicked his legs up onto his desk as he scanned over them. 

“There’s nothing– not since he was an adult, at least.” Skull shook his head, rubbing over his eyes before he arranged the last of the flimsi that pertained to Obi-Wan’s twentieth to twenty-fifth years. He reached for the next stack, “Onto fifteen-to-nineteen.” He said, mostly to himself. 

“Don’t you think he would have mentioned it?” Oxy said, forcing Skull to glare at him. How many times had he complained to Oxy about the General withholding information? Hundreds? Thousands of times?

Skull scoffed, “Of course not– he probably would try and explain it away with some Force-osik.” 

Skull scanned through another page, then another, then–

His eyes caught on something notable.

– triggers include excessive alcohol consumption, prolonged malnutrition, prolonged exposure to extreme heat, and/or dehydration, contact with electrical current–

Skull stopped reading– it was textbook, completely obvious to his trained eye as a medic, but apparently diagnosed as something called, “Trigger-Based Vision Events (TBVE).” 

Really, it was banthashit, some kriffing made-up Jedi idiocy for an easily diagnosable issue.

Epilepsy.

He ripped the page out of the file folder and held it up to Oxy. “No wonder I missed it– guess they’re blaming the Force. Typical.” 

Oxy took the flimsi into his hands and read it quickly, mouth drawn into a hard line. “Fucking Jedi. Doesn’t explain why there isn’t anything in his more recent files.” 

It was a good point; Skull struggled to believe that there hadn’t been a single event noted since the General was a teenager, but if the triggers listed were true to his condition, it was entirely a possibility that Kenobi had managed to avoid seizures for years. Skull was sure he wasn’t medicated either, it wasn’t something he would miss in all the time knowing the General.

Then, an idea came to mind– Quinlan. 

Quinlan was a Jedi, and from what Skull had collected, he and the General had grown up together, and had remained rather close. Of anyone, including Cody, he was probably the one with the most information. 

If he asked Kenobi, of course he would downplay things. Cody would be honest, but he had very little material to work with, given he had never reported a similar event to Skull.

A third party seemed like an obvious choice… and perhaps a good excuse to see Quinlan. 

Quinlan. 

Skull loathed himself and the stupid, endlessly irritating way his brain kept conjuring up his image whenever his thoughts were clear. Truthfully, Skull hadn’t been around many natborns, most of his time spent with Kenobi, Skywalker, and Ahsoka. Sure, he had seen others beyond the three Jedi he worked with, but none of them quite as distracting as Quinlan.

“I have an idea.” He said to Oxy, hoping he wouldn’t catch on, “What if I talk to Quin? Kenobi’s old Jedi friend. He probably knows something.” 

Oxy had stopped flipping through Kenobi’s file and snorted as he dropped his feet onto the floor. “Oh the tall pretty Jedi you had your eye on? Whatever you want, Cody.”

Fuck, Oxy was observant.

“Whatever Ox, you’re the one who called him pretty, not me.” 

Skull figured Quinlan would come alone, but much to Skull’s surprise, then immense dread, Cody followed not far behind.

Kriff. Cody, to his credit, at least looked on edge enough that he would hopefully miss any of Skull’s lingering signs of attraction. Hopefully. 

“Skull! Great to see you when Obes isn’t halfway dead.” Quinlan said, his whole face smiling as he held out his hand for Skull to shake. 

Unexpectedly, Skull was pulled in for some strange natborn pseudo-hug that started with a handshake and ended with a slap on the back. “Erm– hello Quin.” 

He tried, and failed to keep the warmth from creeping into his cheeks, but Quinlan’s smile, a thunderous laugh did little to help. “Cody.” Skull said after a moment, noticing the way that Cody stood off to the side, something like curiosity painted across his face. 

“Skull. You wanted to speak with Vos about the General, and I thought I should be present.” Of course, how could Skull forget that Cody was now the General’s partner; they were so kriffing domestic.

Skull led the pair of men over to his desk, motioning to the two seats across from him as he sat heavily in his chair. 

“Well, if you need a full rundown of all the shitty things Obes has let himself go through, I can name about one-hundred and thirty-seven events– just off the top of my head.” Quinlan leaned back in his chair, getting comfortable, and offered Skull another warm smile. 

Skull returned it, his cheeks still burning despite his best efforts. “Oh well– I had something a little more specific in mind.” 

“Kriff it– I’ve been itching to tell someone. You look like you enjoy a good story.” Quinlan said, earning him a glare from the Commander.

“C’mon Vos, we don’t have all day.” Cody said, eyes still on Skull, now just a hint, a horrifying hint, of a smirk on his face. 

Skull was going to have to do better at schooling his face.

He cleared his throat, looking down at his notes. “I’ll start with this: the General has epilepsy.”

Neither of the men blinked, or said anything. Cody, however, didn’t look particularly surprised. Skull made an educated guess that the General had told him since the seizure had happened. Knowing Cody, he would have had more to say if that wasn’t true. 

“The Jedi called it ‘Trigger-Based Vision Events,’ which frankly, is stupid.” Skull continued, earning a chuckle from Quinlan.

“Agreed.” Quin said. “Go on.”

“Quin, I specifically need to know what you can remember about these seizures? They started when he was a teenager– caused by triggers– but they didn’t seem to continue into his twenties.” Skull tried not to make the question sound too accusatory, not wanting to imply that the General wasn’t taking care of himself. Cody would have his head if he did make such an accusation. 

Quinlan thought for a moment, giving Skull a chance to observe the curve of his jawline, and the way his full lips curled downward as he thought. 

Cody’s eyebrows rose as Skull glanced in his direction, now a fully smug look spread across his features. Shit. Shit shit shit.

“I don’t remember it happening often, but sometimes on a mission, he would have these small… blanks. He would be gone for a few seconds– then back to his old boring self. He called those visions, but they weren’t. Haven’t seen one of those in five years.” 

Skull considered that for a moment. Of course they hadn’t been reported, it sounded like most of his seizures had been absence seizures, barely noticeable when compared to the tonic-clonic. “Any like the one you saw the other day?” He asked Quin.

“No– unless you want to count the time–”

“No, that doesn’t count.” Cody cut in, voice deep and gruff. Quin held back a laugh, clutching his stomach, bicep flexing as he did so. Skull ignored said flexing as best as he was able to. 

Skull glanced between them before turning to Cody, “And Cody? Seen anything?” 

“No– neither.” He answered, to the point like always, “I just found out about them myself. I asked him to tell you, but I figured you would figure it out anyway.” 

Idiots, the both of them, wasting his time like that. Nevertheless, Skull continued, getting to the point just like Cody liked to.

“Anything since the seizure the other day?” Skull asked, just to make sure, if anything; he hadn’t received much of an update since the General left the medbay. 

“Yes Cody, anything you noticed in your shared quarters?” Quinlan chimed in, echoing exactly what Skull thought he might say. Damnit, he was perfect. 

“...no.” Cody answered as evenly as possible.

There was more discussion, more questions, more banter, and Skull could feel his own fondness creeping into his tone, Cody still watching with wide, observant eyes. 

Quin stood, hands on his hips, some time later and grabbed his lightsaber from his side. “Well boys, duty calls, and I should have been out of here three hours ago.” Quinlan turned to face Skull, offering another warm smile, “Skull, might need to schedule a check-up with you next time I’m on the Negotiator, you’re much nicer than Vokara Che.” 

“Oh– of course… Quin. It was nice to see you.” Skull hated how the awkwardness layered his tone, and the way that he could feel Cody’s burning gaze on his face even as Quinlan walked toward the exit with a wave. 

“Oh this is unbelievable.” Cody’s voice cut into Skull’s consciousness.

“What?” Skull said, standing abruptly and rounding the desk, trying to lead Cody toward the door as quickly as possible.

“Oh, you know what.” Cody said and Skull could hear his stupid smile in his voice. “Wonder what he needs checked, Skull– bet I can guess.” Skull could have never predicted this, would never live it down. Fuck, he needed more blackmail material on Cody.

“You’re full of shit, Cody.” Skull shot back, “Now get out of my medbay, or I’m gonna give you a reason to be here.” 

For the first time ever, Skull saw Cody laugh.

One week and one day after Obi-Wan’s seizure, they were assigned a mission on Jakku, one of Obi-Wan’s least favorite planets, he’d told Cody. 

While bacta had closed the open wounds, their ache had continued long afterward. Not that Obi-Wan would admit that, it was mostly Cody’s observation.

But the thing was, there wasn’t time. There never was really time to heal, or rest, or even sit in silence for an hour or two; Cody understood, he was as much a member of the GAR as anyone else. Extra rest had a high cost, and no one soldier, especially the Jedi, wanted to be responsible for that.

But the General, Obi-Wan, hadn’t even allowed himself a minute of rest it seemed. Did he really ever, though?

His skin was pale under the Jakku sun, sweat reflecting the bright light and lips cracked and dry. Cody could see the sweat stains across Obi-Wan’s back that had been slowly curling around his sides in the past hour they had been stalking through the desert just outside of Reestkii. They had been waiting for an informant, now an overly late informant, who seemed to be unbothered by keeping them waiting in the blazing heat. 

There were few times Cody was thankful to wear full armor, but the cooling mechanism, though it barely made an effect on the blazing heat of Jakku, offered some mild relief.

Obi-Wan was not so lucky, his tunics made of thick material.

Cody had watched him switch from pacing, to standing arms crossed and brow furrowed, to head hanging and shoulders sagging where he stood.

Skull glanced at him from where he stood with a number of the vode, conversing about something unimportant. Their resolve to wait in formation had since gone to the wayside and Cody could hardly bring himself to care, not when Obi-Wan looked like he was finally letting the heat get to him.

General alright?

Skull signed to Cody quickly and discreetly, eyes glancing to where Obi-Wan had sunk to a crouch, one hand planted in the sand, the other held over his brow like he was searching the horizon for something.

Standby . 

Cody signed back to him, not bothering to wait for a response before approaching Obi-Wan. 

“Obi-Wan? Cyar’ika?” Cody spoke the words low as he approached, not wanting the surrounding troopers to hear his lack of formality. He crouched next to Obi-Wan, who startled, jumping lightly and looking at Cody with wide eyes. He licked his chapped lips and offered an unconvincing smile.

“Oh! Cody– hello.” Obi-Wan said back, voice unusually coarse. Cody eyed the waterbottle sitting in front of him in the sand, then reached out to shake it. 

Kriff. It was empty. He could have sworn he saw Obi-Wan pick it up and drink from it moments earlier. Cody wondered how long it had been since he had gotten water into his system. 

“You doing alright?” He asked, trying to keep the concern in his voice at bay. 

“Of course– just is… rather warm.” Obi-Wan said, breaths coming in quicker than Cody thought they should. He swayed on his feet, Cody catching his arm, then he stood, wiping off the front of his tunic like that might eliminate the sand that was stuck to the sweat stains that now seemed to trail around the majority of his upper body and behind his knees.

“Maybe it’s time we head back into town? The informant should have come by now.” Cody realized it was a longshot, and maybe too obvious of a ploy to get Obi-Wan out of the direct heat, but to Cody’s surprise, the General took the bait.

“You’re right, I suppose. No use waiting any longer.” Obi-Wan glanced around, squinting in the bright daylight, then blinking profusely, “Can you tell the men?” He asked politely, but Cody could see the weariness reflected in his stare.

“Of course.” Cody answered.

And so he did. The men were relieved, all except for Skull, who sidled up next to Cody, a short distance behind the General who led the group with a slow, unsteady trudge alongside Waxer.

“The heat is getting to him– did he have water?” Skull asked, then answered himself, “Bet you he doesn’t… di’kut.” 

“Hey–” Cody tried to come to Obi-Wan’s defense, which wasn’t exactly justified, but it was Obi-Wan; he would defend in any case.

“Oh come on, Cody, you know it’s true.” Skull said, scoffing and shaking his head. “The minute we get back into town, you are corralling him into bed and he is drinking at least three water bottles. It’s– that’s one of his triggers, dehydration.” Nevermind the heat, which Skull had also mentioned as a possible trigger. 

Cody sucked in a breath, remembering what Skull was referring to. Right, epilepsy . Even a week wasn’t enough time for Cody to fully process the information, the sudden reappearance of a forgotten health issue that Obi-Wan seemed to take less seriously than he should. 

“I will.” Cody said, nodding in affirmation. 

He and Skull watched Obi-Wan from behind, observing how his gait became more labored the closer they got to town. Then– he stopped. 

“Kriff.” Cody heard from beside himself as he rushed forward, watching Obi-Wan bend at the waist, knees buckling into the sand before Cody or Skull could reach him. 

Kriff was right. 

Skull hadn’t gotten to him fast enough, and Obi-Wan’s palms dug into the hot sand. “Help me get him sitting.” The medic said to someone, but probably Cody. Waxer stepped back from Obi-Wan and Cody took his place, kneeling heavily in the dirt, now noticing the droplets of sweat curling down from Obi-Wan’s forehead to his neck.

Together, he and Skull got Obi-Wan sitting down, but it didn’t make much of a difference in Obi-Wan’s appearance. 

“Obi-Wan?” Cody called softly, trying to use his fingers to wipe away the beads of sweat that were close to falling into his eyes. Obi-Wan ignored him, eyes trained on something in the distance.

There was movement, sounds of yelling right by his ear, then Cody turned to find that Skull had scanned Obi-Wan’s temperature. It was high– far to high. Skull offered him another water bottle, and Obi-Wan sipped at it greedily before setting it aside. 

“He’s overheating– we need to get into town, need to find shade. Now, Cody.” Skull looked at him, uncompromising, unwilling to wait for Cody to be ready. 

The Commander swallowed, thirsty and tired himself, but nodded, taking Obi-Wan’s arm and hoisting him to his feet. Obi-Wan swayed, feet barely holding him prone. 

“Sorry. Sorry.” Obi-Wan whispered, trying to regain his footing, but failing. Cody clung to his arm, Skull holding him up with the other. Skull eyed him, waiting for something.

Right, Cody needed to say something. “Obi– General,” He corrected himself, noticing the group of his men who had formed a circle around them, “We have to move. It’s just a short way.”

Skull nodded in affirmation, and they moved, slowly. 

They were hardly more than a klick away from the outskirts of the city, but the walk took twice the time it should have. Obi-Wan made attempts to walk, but that almost made the walk worse. Cody’s heart thumped heavily in his chest with each bead of sweat that dropped off of Obi-Wan’s face and landed on his armour.

Is he supposed to be sweating this much? Cody wished he could ask Skull, but they were approaching the edge of the city, and the medic was already barking out orders. “Waxer, go ahead and see if anyone has cold water– or ice. Priority on the ice.” Skull looked in the other direction, “Clip, find somewhere for us to take him, we need shade.” 

Both troopers saluted, then ran in the direction of the first groupings of tents and old metal buildings.

“The rest of you go ahead and see if you can clear the way for us.” Skull said to the remaining troopers, and Cody nodded when a few of them looked in his direction for approval. 

“I’m not–” Obi-Wan stopped between them, digging his heels into the ground. His eyes had gone wide, lips stuck half open. 

“What’s wrong? Do you need to sit? Water?” Cody asked as Skull held up the bottle once again. Obi-Wan pushed it aside, bending at the waist to throw up what little water he had consumed before. 

Kark it all.

“Shit, Cody– we need to move, just– pick him up.” Cody blinked at him, then nodded hesitantly like he was a shiny in training, unsure of his objective. 

Cody nearly ran, Obi-Wan whimpering in his arms, Skull just a hair in front of him.

Cody hoped, practically prayed to the fucking Force, that someone had found shade and water and ice. He couldn’t take it, the way Obi-Wan’s pained moans rang out, and the way his hair and clothes were too damp. 

When they reached the outer limits of the city, eyes of locals all trained toward the three of them, Waxer was standing underneath a tent. 

“We’ve found a location– follow me.” Thank the kriffing Force.

They followed closely behind Waxer, and Cody’s arms began to burn, Obi-Wan’s weight becoming heavier by the second.

“Heat stroke– that’s what it is.” Skull said abruptly from behind him as they weaved through a few alleyways. Cody noted that several of his men had been posted at the entrances of the alleys, keeping the path clear for them, “When we get there, we need to get his clothes off and get him cooled down. Got it?” 

“Yes.” Cody answered, holding back the tears that threatened to well in his eyes. 

It was all too much– the electric burns, the seizure, the epilepsy, and now, heat stroke. Cody needed Obi-Wan to be fine, to be himself, but the Jedi had only gotten a few days to breathe. Cody had only gotten a few days to breathe. They needed time, but there wasn’t any time to spare.

They reached the entrance of an old, metal building when Waxer stopped, motioning toward the open door where two troopers were posted. 

Cody nodded his thanks, and walked in, immediately overtaken by sight before him. While there was no bed, a large wooden table had been cleared in someone’s rickety old kitchen. Someone threw a blanket over the table and Cody gently lowered Obi-Wan onto the table. 

One look at him revealed just how bad the situation was. Obi-Wan’s neck had become red and swollen, a rash curling up the sides. His hair was completely soaked through, and clothes nearly in the same condition. 

“Everyone out who doesn’t need to be here. Water?” Skull’s voice was commanding, capturing the attention of the surrounding troopers. 

“Right there, Skull.” Someone said, then they were gone, all of them in a split second. Or maybe Cody had frozen again. 

Cody assumed the latter when he looked up to find Skull staring at him, “Cody– c’mon, this isn’t the time to space out– help me get these off.” Then Skull was pulling at Obi-Wan’s belt. Cody followed suit, pulling at Obi-Wan’s boots and then pants. 

“General, we’re going to cool you down, hold tight.” Skull said, offering a weak smile as he ripped the undershirt from Obi-Wan’s torso. 

“Don’t feel so… Cody?” Obi-Wan looked at him hazily, fever blazing in his half-lidded eyes.

“Right here, always right here.” Cody answered as he pressed a hand on Obi-Wan’s head for a moment. He wished he had something better to say, something that could fix everything. 

Skull brought over a soaked rag, and placed it on Obi-Wan’s neck over the heat rash which had steadily crept down his torso.

Obi-Wan exhaled with the cool contact on his blistering skin. Skull handed Cody a few soaked rags, “Put these under his armpits.” Cody followed instructions and noted the way Skull had pressed more rags around Obi-Wan’s head and shoulders. Skull handed him more, “And around…” He pointed down toward Obi-Wan’s groin. No wonder he’d put Cody in charge of that.

Cody did as instructed, and watched Obi-Wan begin to shiver. The water was barely cold, maybe even lukewarm.

“Alright– alright.” Skull said, stepping back and pulling his scanner from his utility belt, “We will give it five minutes, then I’ll check his temperature– it should go down by then.” 

Cody nodded, numbly, and let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He crouched by Obi-Wan’s head as Skull rummaged through his medical kit for something, “Obi-Wan?” He asked– his eyes were shut as his shivering slowed.

Obi-Wan blinked open his eyes. He looked confused, disoriented almost, like he could barely remember the events of the last hours, “Hmm…?” It was phrased as a question. 

“Feeling better at all? Cooler?” The rash hadn’t disappeared, his flesh still red and irritated. Warmth still radiated from his skin, almost burning the tips of Cody’s fingers when he reached to stroke across the outside of Obi-Wan’s ribs. 

“...no.” Obi-Wan answered eventually. Hesitantly.

No. Something wasn’t right– Obi-Wan wouldn’t say no unless–

Cody looked up to find Skull staring at him. Dehydration, extreme heat, both were listed as triggers. 

“Sir– do you think you’re going to have a seizure?” Skull asked tentatively, crouching opposite of Cody, grimacing when Obi-Wan didn’t answer for several long moments. 

“I think–” 

There wasn’t time for Obi-Wan to think, much less warn them– 

It happened again, equally as shocking as it had been only a week earlier– 

“Fuck– fuck!”

Skull swore, and Cody could only watch helplessly as Obi-Wan’s body convulsed.

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