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The secret cove.

Obi-Wan x FemaleDoctor!Reader

Word count: 2291 words.

Summary: Reader is a doctor in charge of taking care of the clone army. She gets mad at the Generals for being reckless.

Warnings: none really. A lot of dialogue and it might get kind of crappy at the end, sorry for any typos or grammar mistakes. Slow burn and pointless. Also I might make a part 2 but I won’t make any promises. Have a nice gif:

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The sterilized air was difficult to breath in with her mask, the blinding white lights were supposed to make her job easier but after hours and hours, they felt like an enemy. With steady hands she fixed the man on her table, almost automatically, remembering and thinking every step her teachers had taught her. The adrenaline was pumping through her body, the beeping of the machine making her feel not that anxious. The hum of the ship was annoying at first, now mere white noise.

(Y/N) Wilhar, Doctor specialized in clones, had been helping in the clone wars wherever she was needed. She had been in Kamino under the observing tutelage wing of the kaminoans, making the clones, observing their stats, making them better but above all, taking care and learning from them. She would never feel like a mother, but rather a sister to all of them. She knew exactly how to patch them up, and they may be all clones, but they had different personalities. Maybe for strategy they all think the same but when talking about anything else, each one of them was unique to her.

That’s why she was enraged when she arrived to help the 212th attack battalion and the 501st legion. She had traveled all around the galaxy, met all kind of Generals but never had she ever met someone with a plan so reckless it would leave half of their men injured, with a considerable amount of life-threatening cases. Dr. Wilhar was not mad she had to work, at all, she loved saving lives, but she was sure whoever was behind any of those attack plans thought the clones were disposable. She was no stranger to the whispers of the men, always voicing out how everyone in the republic thought of them as disposable.

After successfully finishing the surgery, she thought all she was going to say to whoever was commander while disposing of all the equipment. She took a breath, slipped on her white coat and undid her ponytail. Just when she got out she was stopped by a handsome bearded man.

“Excuse me, were you inside assisting Waxer’s surgery?” All charm (Y/N) felt when she first saw him and all the blush it was creeping up her cheeks went right back where it belonged when he assumed she was assisting.

“Yes, I was the one performing it.” She replied, looking at his clothes. Light-colored robes? Pieces of white armor with the. Republic symbol?

“And? How did it go?” He asked, his grey-blue eyes twitching with contained anxiousness or perhaps, annoyance.

“It went exceptionally good, he’s now resting on his room.” She replied with cold-mannered professionalism.

“By any chance, would you know where it is?” He asked with a lovely accent.

“Yes, but I won’t divulge information unless you identify yourself.” They were in a war after all, it was protocol to know who each person was.

“Jedi General, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Glad to meet you…” He looked at her name, stitched in an emerald green on her white coat. The woman almost rolled her eyes; of course he would use his full title. “(Y/N).”

“It’s Dr.Wilhar to you.” She replied, her lips in a firm line. “This way, General Kenobi.” She spoke, reluctantly showing him the way. Outside the room where Waxer was sleeping a girl stood, watching inside. She wore maroon clothes, and looked togruta, a lightsaber on her belt. By her side stood, a clone, Cody if she remembered correctly looked concerned. A tall handsome man with dark colored Jedi robes stood with his arms crossed, his wavy hair falling above his shoulders. His eyes were closed. As Obi-Wan got closer to the window to look at Waxer he was greeted by the people there.

(Y/N)’s forehead vein was about to burst, she couldn’t hold her fury much longer. Then Cody noticed her. “Doctor, thank you for saving Waxer and my other brothers.” She smiled, shaking her head.

“It’s my job Cody. Don’t worry.”

“General Skywalker, Commander Tano, this is Dr. Wilhar.” He presented her, as Obi-Wan didn’t do so. (Y/N) didn’t notice, but he was deep in though, trying to analyze her change of demeanor toward Cody, wondering what did he do wrong. Both Skywalker and Tano reached their hands put. Wilhar shook first the girls hand.

“I’m Ahsoka Tano, nice to meet you.” She greeted with a worn out smile, the battle did take a toll on her.

“(Y/N) Wilhar.” She nodded looking at Skywalker next.

“Jedi General, Anakin Skywalker.” She looked at him for an instant, while he stood there with his hand awkwardly. “Thank you for saving our men.” He said, clearing his throat, retreating his hand.

“Generals, may I speak to you for a minute?” She asked, addressing both Obi-Wan and Anakin. Both nodded but looked at each other, wondering why. They didn’t walk long, just a few meters. “Which of you is responsible for such a disaster?”

“Huh?” The younger man articulated with a slight offended tone, Obi-Wan however didn’t speak.

“I’ve been all around the galaxy since the war started, aiding different battalions and never have I ever saw this amount of men injured in battle. Who was so reckless to formulate such a plan?”

“Now, now, Dr. Wilhar. I’m sure there is some misunderstanding here.” Obi-Wan tried to calm the dialogue before Anakin would burst.

“Do not try to appease me General.” She bit with venom, her hands in her hips.

“It was me who made the plan, but I will not tolerate such tone from someone below me.” Obi-Wan, Cody and Ahsoka cringed at his statement. (Y/N) stood firm.

“You may outrank me in every title you posses, but I’m in charge of the health of your men, and in the infirmary I outrank you, unless you posses some medical knowledge.” She bit back, not stuttering once. Obi-Wan looked at her with interest, stroking his beard. “All I’m asking is to treat your men as humanly as you are capable of, they are not disposable contrary to what the Republic may think.”

“Hey! That’s not fair.” Anakin defended himself, a deep frown in his face. “Our plan had not a single flaw, we were attacked more violently than they ever did and our intel was wrong. We retreated as fast as we could but they had no mercy on us, and believe me I don’t think our men are disposable.” He raised his voice, his anger directed at the battle and the casualties rather than her.

“Then act like it.” She nagged at him. Kenobi couldn’t help but stare at her. He looked at her determined tired eyes, the soft looking skin of her neck that trailed below the buttoned-up blue shirt neckline. He had to look up, otherwise his thoughts would betray him.

“Doctor, he’s saying the truth.” Cody intervened. “Both Generals are always careful and they do care for us clones.”

“Do not defend the kid Cody.” She crossed her arms, looking at him defiantly.

“Kid? I’m twenty-one!” Anakin exclaimed, not really helping his statement.

“Twenty-one? And you are authorized to lead a full legion?” (Y/N) chuckled sarcastic, actually really impressed.

“What are you? Two years older than me? Oh so wise?” He taunted, crossing his arms, trying to make himself taller.

“I’m twenty-six, laser-brain.” The doctor deadpanned making Ahsoka snort.

“Laser-brain?” He asked offended.

“Okay, kids, I think that’s enough bickering for now.” Obi-Wan intervened. “We have some briefings to attend to.”

“Go ahead then, old man.” (Y/N) taunted, a glint of mischief on her eyes. Maybe it was the bickering or the fact that the Jedi did everything they could to actually save the clones, but now she was in a better mood. She walked to where Ahsoka was and told her something along the lines that she would let her now if Waxer waked up. Apparently, Ahsoka made a really good impression in the Doctor that Obi-Wan couldn’t do in the first place, but he was determined (although he shouldn't ) to charm (Y/N).

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The doctor’s shift was over, but she was not paying attention as she checked on Waxer’s stats. A knock on the door startled her. It was Cody along with another clone. “Dr. Wilhar. This is Rex, we came to check on Waxer.”

“Nice to meet you Rex, I’m (Y/N) Wilhar.”

“Likewise ma’am.”

“Please, don’t call me ma’am.” She smiled good-naturedly. “Waxer is doing better, I expect him to wake up tonight or tomorrow morning, but don’t get alarmed if he doesn’t yet, it takes time to heal.” She reached for the pockets of her coat, but she wasn’t wearing one. “You can stay here if you like, but don’t make too much noise.” Both nodded, with tired eyes. (Y/N) thought they might take turns to watch over Waxer while one sleeps. She took a stroll through the ship, the usual silence there was after a particular long or tough battle flooded the aisles. Her steps echoed as she walked leisurely to the food court. She needed something warm and something to munch on.

With a mug of caf and a couple of pieces of crunchy bread on hand she walked to that spot every republic ship had reserved for important guests. A mandatory big sitting space facing a breathtaking view of the space, and it was all for her. She sat and enjoyed relaxing her limbs after long hours. The first sip of the caf did the trick for her, relaxing her beyond imaginable, the pieces of bread satiating the cravings for something delicious.

After enjoying her short meal she couldn’t resist but rest her whole body in the sofa, if her legs had mouths they would be sighing in relief. A brown blanket laid around in the perfect place for her to take and wrap around her, the republic’s detergent tingling her nose with a pinch of other pleasant smell she couldn’t make out. Her eyes were slowly closing, the hum of the ships lulling her to sleep.

“Hello there.” She jolted awake at some voice coming from the side. Kenobi was walking towards her. “Oh, were you falling asleep?” (Y/N) nodded sighting, too comfortable to even speak. “I’m so sorry. I just came to look for my cloak.”

“I didn’t see it, sorry.” She replied half asleep, snuggling further into the comfortable cocoon she was in. She could hear him walk and sit near her, she could feel his weight in the sofa. He was silent for a few seconds then spoke almost in a murmur:

“It seems you are using it.” A smirk adorned his face, however (Y/N) had her eyes shut.

“What?” She asked slightly opening her eyes, perhaps she heard him wrong.

“You are wearing my cloak, darling.” He repeated sweetly, melting at the replies she was giving him in her state. (Y/N) opened her eyes a little more, looking down at the brown blanket she was hugging so tightly. It had an odd shape, but Coruscant fashion and interiors were always weird. She sat up really quickly all blushed and embarrassed, trying to unwrap the damned cloak from her body. “Wait, don’t.” Obi-Wan stopped her, a sweet smile in his face. “I have another cloak I can use, keep that one.”

“No, it’s alright. You can have it back, I thought it was a blanket.” Obi-Wan chuckled, shaking his head, leaning in the couch. (Y/N) was now unable to fall asleep. “Did Waxer wake up?” She asked, curious and maybe trying to make conversation.

“No, not yet.” He replied turning his head slightly. (Y/N) nodded and looked at the vast space. “I think we started with the wrong foot, Doctor.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. It just really makes me upset when they die and no one cares.” She apologized looking at him, her head turned at him while it rested in the sofa’s back.

“It makes us upset too.” Obi-Wan agreed with her, turning his body towards her, supporting his head with his hand, his elbow resting in the top of the couch’s back.

“I thought Jedi couldn’t get upset.” (Y/N) pointed out, genuinely curious. Obi-Wan looked at her for a minute, then averted his gaze.

“It’s complicated.” He replied.

“Enlighten me then, I got time.” She replied, propping herself from the couch. In the entrance to the area stood Cody and Rex, looking at both adults talking on the couch, while bickering in a whisper.

“I bet you 20 credits that the General will fall for her.” Cody said. Rex looked at him suspiciously.

“He’s a Jedi.” He deadpanned.

“He’s not blind. Plus we all know about General Skywalker’s relationship”

“But General Kenobi is wiser.”

“What are you, a coward?”

“Well, I think Dr. Wilhar will fall for him, so I bet you 20.”

“Deal.” Then Cody cleared his throat. “General, Doctor, Waxer’s awake.” He announced. (Y/N) stood almost immediately, hugging the cloak around her, the air was chilly. She greeted Waxer with a smile, presenting herself while checking his vitals, ignoring the odd stares she was receiving from both Ahsoka and Anakin at her Jedi cloak that wasn’t actually her’s.

“How are you feeling?” (Y/N) asked, as she always did with her patients.

“Like a strong bantha, doctor.” He replied with a smug smirk. Meanwhile, Anakin was connecting dots, or trying to. The snippy doctor was wearing a Jedi cloak and Obi-Wan was not wearing a cloak. They also came together. His master could feel his burning stare in the side of his face while he was pretending not to notice, looking at Waxer.

He had to evade Anakin’s questioning, he was too perceptive.

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