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Captain Rex Is In Trouble

Chapter 16: On The Growth And Care Of Padawans

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Summary

Kit smiled as Ahsoka's holo form bounced excitedly on the other side of the conference table, Cody and Obi-Wan bracketing her. An impromptu council meeting, to debrief Ahsoka and welcome her back. Anakin and Rex were on the call too, council meeting or not.

Rex had not looked in Kit’s direction even once.

Notes

I'm baaack. Hope everyone enjoys this chapter. I actually wrote the first draft shortly after I started CFICF. It's changed a lot since then - in the first draft Kit and Rex were together at this point in the story. But the core of it is still the same.

I hope you enjoy it. Thanks to my beeeta <3. @cyarbika

Rating: T

Warnings

N/A

Rex had not looked in Kit’s direction even once.

He and Anakin had joined the call slightly early, both of them bouncing on their heels with nervous energy. As soon as the 212th contingent had joined the call – Cody, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka and her contingent of younglings – the two men had visibly slumped, all their anxiety flowing out of them as they saw the evidence with their own eyes.

She was littered with cuts and bruises, the two darkest beneath her eyes but she was smiling, whole and healthy. She was safe. They were all safe.

She'd fought off pirates and General Grievous and all of her charges were fine. Kit knew he had no right, having taught her only briefly, but he was so very proud of her.

The younglings had recounted their adventure, at first with puffed out chests and adorable seriousness – their first official report to the Council, albeit a very reduced Council so as not to overwhelm them. It wasn’t long before that was replaced with excitement and enthusiasm, talking over each other in their eagerness.

Equally quickly, they were overcome with exhaustion. That finally allowed the two 212th medics that had been hovering in the background to shepard them away, one with a motherly smile and the other with a tense frown.

Now it was Ahsoka’s turn to report.

"A circus act, Master. A circus act," she was saying earnestly, "and it was actually a great one." She drew herself up frowning. "We can't let them go to proper Jedi, they'll ruin them."

Mace sighed, and abruptly disconnected his end of the call. As his blue form flickered out of view, Kit supposed that concluded the more serious part of their meeting. Next to Kit, Yoda chuckled.

His Master had been very worried.

Kit knew that Yoda felt guilty just for leaving the gathering early – it was one of the most important occasions in a young Jedi’s life and he made a point of attending each one, even through the war – and that was before all that followed. But then, when Ahsoka and the younglings had been attacked? For her to be taken and the younglings stranded, drifting in space, only to have gone missing too? Kit had helped his elderly Master to meditate while they waited for news in the council chambers – helpless.

The situation had gone from bad to worse, and Kit hadn’t left his Master’s side as he seemed to age decades with every moment. Kit had even considered sending Rex a message of support, but had ultimately decided that it wouldn’t be helpful, or even welcome.

Still, Rex wasn’t looking at Kit. He was staring at Ahsoka – so Kit could at least pretend that it wasn’t because Rex hated him.

Anakin drew himself up.

"Master Yoda," he said seriously, his eyes dancing, "I think what Ahsoka is trying to say is that we're ready for our own padawan."

Obi-Wan started to laugh as Ahsoka nodded eagerly.

"All six, you will take?" Yoda asked, his eyes twinkling.

"I'm willing to split them with Cody and Obi-Wan," Ahsoka said seriously. The Marshall Commander facepalmed, but he was clearly smiling behind his glove.

"Do I get any say in this?" Rex asked dryly. It was the first thing he’d said since joining the call.

"No," Ahsoka said instantly.

"Not a chance," echoed Anakin, and around the table everyone laughed.

Kit stared at the flicker of a smile on Rex’s lips. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, and Kit was hit with a surprisingly sharp sting of grief.

"Right, you may be," Yoda said. "Appropriate Masters, we must find." He tilted his head, smiling. "Yourself and Knight Skywalker, perhaps not."

Anakin pretended to bristle with indignance while Ahsoka laughed, high and bright and so very alive. Kit saw how Rex couldn't seem to look away from her – something he understood deeply. Rex wouldn't be able to fully rest until he'd placed hands on Ahsoka, Kit knew that simply from raising his own padawans. Hopefully knowing she was well and safe with Cody and Obi-Wan would allow Rex a little sleep at least.

Everyone joked that Ahsoka was apprenticed to Anakin and Obi-Wan, but privately Kit thought she was just as much Rex's padawan. He hoped Rex knew he felt that way, since it didn’t seem like he would ever be able to express that sentiment to him.

Though the purpose of this holocall was officially a debrief, truly they all just wanted to lay eyes on Ahsoka. The initiates too, especially Kit and Yoda who had spent so much time with them, but mainly Ahsoka.

Too many experienced Masters hadn’t survived an encounter with Grievous, and yet this incredible child had bested him on more than one occasion.

She was the youngest of their strange pseudo-family, though Kit suspected she was about to get six younger siblings – one way or another. Six more unconventional Jedi for their ever expanding clan. Plo was entrenched in heavy fighting but they'd managed to get a message through to him and Wolffe that Ahsoka was safe. Quin and Fox hadn't wanted to overwhelm the younglings, but sent their love through Obi-Wan.

Ahsoka began to droop a little and Obi-Wan gently pressed her towards the medical bay, a hand tucked beneath her elbow. Beside them Marshall Commander watched her like a hawk, and they faded from view – leaving only Rex, Anakin, Kit and Yoda on the call. As they all bid farewell to one another, Rex’s gaze flickered towards Kit’s and they made eye-contact.

It was the briefest moment for Kit to convey his wealth of emotions to Rex with only his eyes, but he gave it his all. Rex looked away as he too flickered out of existence.

They would all reunite on Coruscant in a few days, when the 212th delivered the young initiates back to the temple. Hopefully Kit would still be here to greet the younglings, give Ahsoka a hug, and finally apologise to Rex for his insensitivity.

The war was winding down, slowly. Against all odds, the Republic was winning. However, as they neared the end the fighting became more brutal as the Separatists became more desperate by the day -- or their generals, at least.

Hence the raiding of pirate fortresses, Kit supposed. Desperate times and desperate measures.

Negotiation between the two senates was still outright hostile, but surely if the GAR managed to crush the Separatist armies then the politicians would be forced to talk. Right now however, it all felt like a dim and distant hope.

"Admirable, the actions of initiates were," Yoda hummed beside him, and Kit glanced down. "Young Ahsoka. Great skill and judgement, she has shown."

"And luck," Kit added quietly, "never forget how lucky she was. How lucky they all were."

He knows more than most how lucky their young ones have to be.

Yoda tapped his shins chidingly, always on the watch for Kit's more pessimistic moods. They come and go. He's doing better these days. The war hasn't been kind to any of them, but Kit knows he suffers more than most. Introspection has always been his biggest weakness.

Quinlan calls it moping, but he’s always enjoyed being an ass.

The two of them were alone and so Kit picked up the Grandmaster and balanced him on one shoulder. He received a sharp rap across his nose with the gimmer stick and a disgruntled harumph for his troubles, but then Yoda balanced himself by placing a small hand on one of Kit's ahwey. Kit quelled a smirk as he walked out of the com room, letting Master Yoda steer him by tugging his ahwey – as if Kit would be taking him anywhere else but the Temple gardens to meditate.

They walked silently for a while, both lost in their own contemplation. Only the younger amongst them paid them any heed beyond a respectful nod – Kit had been carrying his Master around on his shoulder since his mid teens, and so to most, there was absolutely nothing unusual about it. The wide eyes of the younger initiates at the sight always served to make Kit smile.

"Carefully chosen, their Masters must be," Yoda said quietly, interrupting Kit as he winked at a particularly awestruck teeny Wookiee. Kit hid another smirk at his Master’s words.

Subtle, Master Yoda was not.

He hummed in agreement, but didn't say anything more. Let the old troll come to him, if this was what he wanted to talk about.

"A good Master to Byph, Plo will be," Yoda continued when Kit didn’t offer anything else in return.

"He's shy, timid," Kit said after a moment's silence, Yoda using his own tactic against him, "Plo will help him build confidence."

"Commander Wolffe, also," Yoda hummed, and Kit stifled a laugh.

"Thoughts, you have?" his Master prompted, squeezing one of Kit’s ahwey gently.

Kit gave in.

"I think Byph will do well with Plo, they will balance each other nicely," he said. "Plo would be thinking about a new padawan anyway, now that Ahsoka has been taken on by Anakin." He thought for a moment before moving to the next initiate. "Gungi, I believe, would make a good match for Shaak. You've said he struggles with impatience, and no one is more patient than her." A small claw tightened on his ahwey and Kit grinned. "Except yourself of course, Master."

They smiled and nodded at some passing knights and Kit continued.

"Petro and Katooni pose a more complex problem," Kit continued when they were alone again, "I had thought, before all this, that Katooni's studious nature would lend her well to Obi-Wan, and that Petro's more… relaxed approach to learning and outgoing nature might see him do well with Master Vos, but now…"

"Out of the Temple a week, young Katooni has been, and best friends with a pirate, she already is," Yoda said disapprovingly. Kit laughed.

"Quite," he agreed, "She's a Shadow in the making if ever I saw one. So, another competent young woman for Quinlan to look after, or vice versa, and another impetuous and overconfident young man for poor Obi-Wan."

"Experience in this, Obi-Wan has," Yoda said. Kit could feel his Master’s smug smile through the Force, without even looking.

"I suppose Anakin didn't turn out too badly," he hummed. Yoda hit him in the chest with his gimmer stick and tutted in defence of one of his many lineages.

"Ganodi… Ganodi is a flyer, clear as day," Kit continued. "She needs to slow down, learn to take her time down here on the ground. I had wondered if Garen might take her, but I think another pilot might not balance her so well. Aayla… I believe Aayla is ready for a Padawan. She has always been thoughtful. I think she would teach Ganodi well."

Yoda hummed in agreement.

They fell into silence as Kit considered the final member of the creche clan. Almost without his noticing, they had reached the gardens. Kit stood on the edge of the grass, looking at the scene whilst too lost in his own thoughts to truly take it in.

"And Zatt?" Yoda asked eventually. Kit thought for a moment longer before answering.

"Zatt spends too much time looking with his datapad and not with his other senses," he said slowly, "He has a talent for electronics, there's no doubt about it, but he relies on it too much. I believe it may stem from a lack of confidence in his other abilities."

He swallowed before continuing.

"He needs someone who will help him look with all of his senses. Someone who will help him to live in the moment."

Zatt, who doesn't see enough of the world around him. Kit, who often feels like he sees too much of it.

He's not stupid. Yoda has been not so subtly angling for this for months. It's not as if Kit doesn’t feel a connection to Zatt – quite the opposite.

But he doesn't think he's ready yet.

The old frog hummed, sensing Kit's turmoil.

"Meditate together, we will?"

Kit considered his offer.

"No," he said thoughtfully, "there's somewhere else I think I should be."

He set the elderly Grandmaster down on the grass and bowed his goodbye. Then he started to walk towards the medical wing, feeling Yoda’s gaze on him with every step.

Some would look at him, a dedicated knight without an ounce of healing talent, and wonder how he raised two dedicated healers. The truth was simple.

Kit had had very little to do with it.

Bant had already had her heart set on a career in healing, so when Master Tahl had died and Kit had offered to take her on and see her to knighthood, he'd really only been facilitating her self guided learning. A little emotional guidance after the loss of her Master and subsequent teenage dramas, but really it had been more just asking her how her classes had gone that day and prompting some self reflection, taking her on a few diplomatic missions to ensure that no, it really wasn't her calling, and making sure she was capable of defending herself.

Nadhar had always idolised his sister padawan. Then too, his path had been decided long before Kit was even involved.

He still remembered, with aching fondness, the day that Bant had introduced him to 'the charming young man' that had been helping her give check ups in the crèche. One of the only other Mon Calamari in the temple, certainly the one closest to him in age, Nadhar had been fascinated by Bant and everything she did. Even in the early days of his padawanship, when Bant had been finding her path outside of the Temple and away from Kit's sphere of influence, the two had commed each other often. Bant had kept more in contact with Nadhar than she had Kit, but he didn't begrudge either of them their closeness.

He too understood the need to step out from under your Master’s shadow in those early years of knighthood. Bant, like himself at her age, had gone to the other end of the Galaxy to do so. They never completely lost contact, and on her return to the Temple about five years before the war they’d been as close as they were when she was still a teen. They’ve only become closer since.

Bant and Nadhar had never had that separation, and their bond has only become stronger now that they work together daily.

Kit had always found great comfort in their bond, that if ever Nadhar felt like he couldn't go to Kit with a problem, he would turn to Bant. He adored them both all the more for it.

It'd been hard to let him go in the early days of the war, but Kit knew their paths lay in different directions. He didn't enjoy being a General, but he liked to think he was good at it.

He hoped desperately that he was good at it. The other option was too terrible to contemplate.

It was then that Nadhar had gone to another Master, a healer, to finish his training. Kit hadn't been able to attend Nadhar's knighting ceremony. Instead, the next time he'd seen his beloved second padawan they'd been tasked with capturing Gunray.

Kit stopped just outside the medical wing, suddenly overwhelmed with memories and grief.

He remembered Nadhar's pain as if it were his own. He felt the burn of hot plasma slide into his chest and pierce his heart.

The encroaching darkness.

The fear.

Kit's, not Nadhar's.

Nadhar had not been afraid.

Kit had been terrified.

Through the glass door to the medical wing, Nadhar laughed with another of the healers. Kit drank in the sight like only a Nautolan could, tasting the faint scent of mirth on the tips of his ahwey. Even now, almost two years later, Kit still felt overwhelmed with joy and grief every time he got to see Nadhar smile.

He still didn't understand how they'd survived. Grievous had given up trying to get in and disappeared, and instead of doing the sensible thing and running, Kit had gone to Nadhar. He just had to see him, hold him one last time.

Somehow he'd still been alive. Barely, but he was still there.

Kit had poured the Force into his padawan, dragged them both to his aethersprite and crammed the two of them into the cockpit meant for one, Nadhar cradled against his chest. All the way to the nearest medical station, Kit had felt Nadhar slipping further and further away from him.

Kit had grabbed all the Force he could muster and refused to let him go.

The next few days had been a blur, Nadhar teetering on the edge of death until finally – a familiar brush against his shields. His padawan, his darling boy, his son, reaching out for him. Kit had sobbed in relief, offered all the comfort he could give, and promptly passed out from Force exhaustion.

By the time he'd woken a few days later, Nadhar had been conscious enough to lecture him on the dangers of over-taxing himself, and Kit had laughed until he'd cried.

"You're at the medical wing and you're not obviously bleeding…" mused a familiar voice.

It still felt like a novelty, a gift. Like something Kit didn't really deserve. He smiled.

"Can't see any broken bones," Nadhar continued, mirth heavy in his voice and Force presence, blanketing Kit in comfort. "Have you been poisoned? Mind control? Is the Galaxy collapsing?"

Kit threw back his head and laughed.

"Can't I just come to visit my former padawan?" he asked. He folded his arms in his robes so that he wouldn't be tempted to reach out to Nadhar.

They tended not to hug in the Temple. Overt displays of such emotion were still frowned upon in these walls, and now that Kit was on the council it suddenly mattered that much more what his fellow Jedi thought of him.

"You hate it here," Nadhar said, grinning. "The only time you come here without having to be dragged is because you're unconscious."

Kit rolled his eyes. That was an exaggeration. He wasn't as bad as some people he could mention.

"I actually just wanted to see if you were free for lunch," Kit hummed. Nadhar's brow ridges rose in surprise but he smiled.

"Sure," he said, "Temple commissary?"

"I was thinking I could treat you to Dex's," Kit said, placing an arm around Nadhar's shoulders and guiding him down the corridor, "if you've got the time."

"I've got the time, sounds good."

Kit smiled, and squeezed his son’s shoulders. It was as close as a hug as he could allow himself right now.

Nadhar leaned a little closer into his side and together, they walked.

"So."

Kit glanced up over his burger at Nadhar, who was looking at him with a secretive little smile. He swallowed his mouthful of greasy, delicious, terribly-bad-for-him nerfburger.

"So?"

Nadhar grinned.

"You're eating your comfort food, you look miserable as all hells and I could sense your turmoil from across the Temple." Nadhar leaned forward and sipped his milkshake. "So. What's up?"

Kit scowled.

"Maybe I just fancied a burger," he said evasively. He sounded annoyingly childish, even to his own audial pits.

"C'mon," Nadhar said, and kicked him under the table. "If you didn't want to actually talk about it, you would've taken me to the temple commissary."

Kit scowled deeper. Curse him for raising such a perceptive padawan. And, also, for being so damn predictable.

"Yoda is pushing another padawan on me," he muttered, resting his chin on his hand. He took another bite of his burger – double patty with bantha bacon and lactose free cheese – to hide the fact he was sulking.

Nadhar hummed thoughtfully, and Kit suspected he had not been successful in his attempt.

"But that's not new, he's had you teaching that crèche clan everytime you're in the Temple for the last year, at least," Nadhar said, popping a chip into his mouth.

It was true. Like Kit had said earlier, Master Yoda was not subtle.

Nadhar swallowed and looked at Kit carefully.

"I'd heard they were all back safely,” he continued, softer this time. “With the 212th, right?"

Kit nodded.

"Are you okay?"

Kit snorted. What a very complicated question that was.

"No. I –" he broke off, sighing. "I'm not ready. I can't be what he needs me to be right now."

Nadhar continued to study Kit across the table.

"And what does he need you to be?" he asked carefully.

Neither of them needed to say his name.

"Someone who isn't constantly on the frontlines. Someone who can give him the focus and the attention that he deserves," Kit replied. "Someone who doesn't have nightmares of you dying," he added, more quietly.

Nadhar watched him sadly. After a moment, he leaned forwards

"You have to stop blaming yourself, Kit," he said. Kit wished they were alone so that he could hear Nadhar call him dad again.

"Do I?" he said – more viciously than he intended.

"Do you blame me?" Nadhar asked, and Kit recoiled.

"Of course not!"

"But it was my decisions that led me to be in that hallway," Nadhar continued calmly.

"And it was my failings that led you to make those decisions."

"Your failings?" Nadhar scoffed. "Kit, I hadn't seen you in over a year – "

"Exactly," Kit said, trying not to let his anger at himself control him. "I should have been there for you. I should have – "

"Kit – " Nadhar interrupted him, still so soft and gentle. "Two years apart doesn't erase the ten before that. It doesn’t even begin to."

"That's worse, that means I – "

"Shut up. Let me talk."

Kit took another vicious bite of his burger and watched Nadhar over the table. He was not sulking.

Nadhar looked out of the window and sighed.

"I've talked about it a lot, you know, with my mind healer," he said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table. "About what led me to… that point. Why I did what I did." He frowned a little. "I just wanted you to be proud of me and I thought that was the way to do it. I hadn't seen you in over a year and I wanted you to be impressed by what I'd become and… I made some awful decisions."

"Nadhar," Kit said, suddenly on the verge of tears, "if I ever gave you any cause to doubt that I was proud of you I – "

"You didn't, that's the thing," Nadhar said, waving him off. "It was all in my own head. I didn't really understand how esteemed council member General Fisto, famed duellist, could be proud of me, a lowly healer."

"Nadhar – "

"Shut up Master, I'm not done." Nadhar took another sip of his milkshake before he continued. "It was never about you, not really. It all stemmed from my own self doubt and self worth, which in turn all stems from my time as an initiate, before I ever even knew you.” He turned towards Kit, making eye contact so he could make sure that his next words landed the way they were intended. “Trust me when I say, you never gave me any reason to question how proud you were of me."

How much you love me, he said in Kit's mind, smiling.

Tears spiked at the corners of Kit’s eyes and he swallowed.

"Still," Kit told him, his voice shaking a little, "I think it bears repeating. I am so very proud of you Nadhar Vebb, and all that you've achieved."

I love you so much it hurts sometimes, he pushed through the Force. Nadhar ducked his head.

They stayed in silence, pushing warmth and comfort towards each other as they finished eating their meals. Nadhar's feet rested on Kit's ankles under the table, like they had the first time Kit had brought him here, when he reached no higher than Kit’s waist.

"I still – " Kit started when he'd finished his meal, stumbling over trying to find the right words. "I still feel like it was my failure. That’s my own self doubt, I suppose."

"I'm here," Nadhar reminded him, "I'm alive."

"But you weren't," Kit said, his voice finally breaking as the pain of the memory overwhelms him. "There was a moment where you weren't, and I will have to live the rest of my life knowing what that feels like."

The agony of watching his child die, and being powerless to stop it.

"I still don't know how you survived," he whispered.

"You , you idiot," Nadhar said, smiling sadly. "It was you. I'm alive because of you, because you loved me too much to let me go. Don't forget it."

Kit sighed, and Nadhar wrapped around him in the Force.

"Still. I don't think I'm ready," he muttered, "Zatt deserves… more than me. I’m a mess."

“But he needs you,” Nadhar said. “Mess and all.”

Kit grunted, suddenly tired of speaking. Nadhar sighed at him.

"You really need to see a mind healer.”

"I know," Kit groaned, "but when do I have the time? And what if they decide to pull me away from the front? I have to be there for my men."

"You're not wrong," Nadhar muttered, "but I don't have to like it."

"I never asked you to," Kit said, stirring the remnants of his drink with his straw.

They lapsed into a slightly less comfortable silence, but as Kit said there wasn’t much either of them could do about it. Therapy wasn’t something he could realistically access right now, though he was under no illusion that he desperately needed it. Unfortunately too many people were relying on him for him to take that time off.

It was hardly going to change, with the steadily dwindling number of qualified knights and Masters, the scope of his responsibilities would only increase.

“Do you talk to Dara a lot?” Nadhar asked suddenly. “Because – you should. She’s always good for you.”

“I speak to her whenever I can,” Kit reassured him. “She told me you had dinner with her when you came back from the front?”

“Yeah. The whole gang.” Nadhar smiled. “Food was good like always, and it was nice to see Molly up close for once. She’s so busy with maintaining ships in the hangar – I think she sleeps there.”

“Dara’s said the same thing,” Kit said. “I don’t think I’ve seen her since the war started, at least not beyond waving from a distance whenever I’m in the hangar.”

“You know Molly though, never happier than when she’s waist deep in a broken hyperdrive. She’s doing good.”

“I’m glad.”

Nadhar chewed his lip for a moment before continuing.

“It was… weird without you there. It was the first time the four of us had all been together since the start of the war and… I don't know. It just really made me miss you.”

Kit tapped his foot against Nadhar’s beneath the table.

“I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault,” Nadhar replied, shrugging.

“One day soon,” Kit reassured him. “We’ll all be together again.”

“And you’ll make flatcakes for pudding?”

Kit laughed.

“I’ll make all the flatcakes you want,” he said, smiling at Nadhar across the table. “You won’t be able to move for flatcakes.”

“Maybe, by that time, Zatt can come too.”

Kit rolled his eyes and chose to ignore Nadhar’s decidedly pointed comment. Displeased with this, Nadhar began to kick him beneath the table.

Not to be outdone, Kit began to kick back.

Nadhar’s laughter settled comfortably in his chest, warming his already burger-warmed heart.

Force, did anyone but him in this lineage have an ounce of subtlety?

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"Do you think it hurt?" The question had been eating Wolffe alive, ever since he had deserted the Empire and realised what he did.

Rex turned to him, "Did what hurt, Wolffe?"

"The general..." Wolffe couldn't bring himself to say anymore, as he felt the bitter bile stir in his stomach.

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danceswithsporks · 1 year

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On the (late) fourth day of Bad Batchmas I gave to all of yooouuuuu

Jedi secrets!

I’ve decided to write little ficlets up until the boys return from getting ice cream! Err..Season 2!

Now this will take place in the universe I’ve built for my fic A Star Above the Rest! Some may be sneak peaks at future events, little glimpses into past events, or things I wanted to do but couldn’t work into the story! I hope you all enjoy them and Happy Holidays!

Note: As this is an 18+ blog there may sometimes be adult themes (like right now). Minors DNI or else!

Day 4 of 12 Days of Bad Batchmas: Jedi Secrets!

“Commander? Have you seen General Kenobi?” Master Fisto looked at the yellow clad clone. “We have a meeting with the council that we need to attend.”

“He’s uh..” In the storage room behind him with the Duchess? Playing tonsil hockey with the leader of Mandalore? “Discussing possible shipping routes with a Representative of the trade federation.” How much trouble could he truly get into for lying to the Jedi?

“Huh” Fisto looked questioningly at the Commander before nodding. “If you see him, let him know about the meeting?”

“Yes, Sir.” Watching as the Master gave him one final look before walking away, Cody let out a long sigh before knocking three times in the door behind him. The sound of shuffles and mumbling could be heard before the door finally slid open.

“Is there a problem, Cody?” With his signature smirk, Obi Wan stepped out of the room while adjusting his robes.

Cody let out an annoyed sigh as he helped fix the Generals robes. His gloved hand pulled up the bottom of the outermost cloak and he used it to wipe lipstick off of the Generals neck. “You are required at a meeting with the council, Sir. General Fisto was looking for you.”

Obi Wan pulled out his datapad and checked the time. “Indeed.” He was almost running late. “Please make sure everything inside is taken care of?”

“As always.” A warm pat was placed on Cody’s shoulder before General Kenobi walked casually away, a whistle coming from him.

After a few minutes the door slid open once more and the Duchess Satine elegantly walked out. Every piece of her outfit was perfectly in place as if she hadn’t just been in the closet being destroyed by a Jedi. “Already off on his next meeting?”

Cody simply nodded before motioning for her to lead the way. “You know him. Easily flitting from meeting to meeting.”

“How do you manage to keep up with him? I understand the time restraints on one during a war better than anyone else and even I’m tired after a meeting with him.” Satine ran delicate fingers through her hair, detangling the few knots placed in it from Kenobi's thick fingers in it.

“I’ve found it a bit easier to keep up with him lately.” Hands clasped behind his back, Cody thought of a certain young Jedi whose endurance was helping him keep up with Obi Wan. A small smirk crossed his lips at certain special memories.

Satine hummed knowingly as she caught the smirk on the clones face. “Now this is fascinating. Tell me Commander, do you have someone who you’re sweet on?”

Cody’s feet stopped as he looked at her in surprise. “How could you tell?”

An elegant laugh came from Satine before she spoke. “Men always carry this air about them when they’re harboring feelings for a special someone.” They had this secret smile they carried, the only person who knew where others..and women. “So who is it?”

“Nice try, ma’am. I won’t tell the General and I won’t be telling you.” He knew he was safe to joke with the Duchess. They had countless times before and once he’d gotten past the initial awkwardness, he found her quite entertaining.

“Do i atleast know this person?” Her delicately shaped eyebrow raised to him.

A chuckle came from Cody as they neared her transport. “I can say that you have in fact met her.” Smirking, he held her hand as she entered the vehicle. “I’ll also give you another hint. She’s close to Senators Mothma and Amidala.”

Oh now this was juicy, who could it possibly be? “Good to know.”

-*-

“Master Aayla, have you seen Commander Bly?” Cal stood at the feet of the Twi’lek Jedi. Having been dropped off by Zirena for some tactical reconnaissance training.

Hazel eyes shifted down to the ginger padawan, she’d completely forgotten about him arriving today. “Oh, he’s…” a thump came from the training room behind her.

Cal tilted his head at the sound. “Is he in there? Perfect!” Moving his little feet, he began to head towards the door.

Her hands moved faster than she intended and almost clotheslined the small padawan. “You can’t go in there!” Another thumb came from the room before a loud grunt. The poor child coughed away the feeling of her wrist against his throat. “Sorry, little one.”

“Why can’t I go in there?” Cals hand rubbed his neck carefully as Master Secura patted him down, making sure he wasn’t injured.

“The room is being renovated. There’s tools and the likes everywhere. Very dangerous for you to be in there.” Her eyes shifted around as she tried to find someone, anyone, to distract the child.

“Master Ka’ve said it’s good to learn about our ships! Can I take a look?” He reached his hand out to tap the panel, only to have it slapped away again.

“Usually I would be one to agree with your Master. But as the floor has been completely ripped up and there are wires and pipes everywhere. I’d hate for you to be injured.” She ran a reassuring hand across his little cheek.

Cal frowned, she had a point. Zirena would be livid if he got hurt for a stupid reason like playing in a room under construction. With a dejected sigh he stepped back. “Ok. I’ll go look in the mess hall for him.” Taking a few steps away he stopped and looked back at her. “Do you know where I can Master Fisto?”

In the room behind her? Aayla shook her head. “I believe he is in his room meditating. Perhaps try there next?”

He’d checked there already, but he figured he might as well check again. “Oh, I’ll check again then. Bye, Master!” With a little wave he was gone.

Aayla let out a long sigh before hearing the door slide open behind her. Thick green fingers circled her arm before pulling her into the room. Once she was in and the door was secured, two sets of lips were upon her neck. “Sorry I took so long. I forgot that Zirena dropped off Cal.”

“Fuck. I forgot about that.” Bly huffed in annoyance into Aaylas lovely skin. All he wanted to focus on right now was her.

“He’s looking for you as well, little fish.” Her playful pet name made Kit growl against her skin, his fanged teeth running down her clavicle and towards her breasts. She hummed at the wonderful feeling.

“Hmm, Zirena probably sent a mission update with the child.” A past conversation came to mind. He hoped the mission was a success. A problem for later. His thick fingers gripped Aaylas waist as he pressed into her.

“So much to do, so little time.” A laugh came from the blue skinned Twi’lek as Bly squeezed her ass. “I guess I should start with you two.”

-*-

Zirenas heel clicked nervously as she stood outside Padmes office. Anakin and Padme were really doing this here? Now! They had an important proposal that needed to be looked over and the two of them were really hooking up now? Maybe she wouldn’t be this upset if Rex had come back as well. Instead she was waiting for her friend to get laid.

“Ah, Representative Rexalus, how are you?” Mace Windu smiled at Zirena. Happy to see her settling in.

“Master Windu!” Shit. “What are you doing here? I thought you were off planet?”

“Ah I was, but something came up and it’s important that I speak to Senator Amidala at once.”

That’s it, secret blown. “Oh, she’s in an important meeting right now. It’ll be a while.”

Mace raised an eyebrow to her. “Is that so? Her schedule shows she should be free right now.”

Well of course it did. She was supposed to be free. But when your secret husband shows up suddenly. It’s common to drop everything so you can get railed on your desk. “Oh, yes it was a last minute emergency meeting. Something about Felucia.”

He hadn’t heard anything about Felucia, but perhaps he just hadn’t been informed yet. “Interesting. Well let me wait with you. This is important and must be discussed as soon as possible.”

Nooo. Zirena fought the urge to visibly react to the news. “Oh, perfect.” She motioned to the space beside her. Begging and pleading with whatever god she needed to beg that Padme and Anakin would be quiet for once . Smiling, she hummed and balanced on the heels of her shoes. Waiting for anything to make Mace walk away.

“General Windu! It’s good to see you.” Howzer rounded the corner and nodded to the two Jedi. His eyes looked at Zirena in confusion as to why she was standing outside.

“Oh Captain Howzer! It’s good to see you!” Mace walked over and shook Howzers hand tightly. “How have things been going here? You’re keeping our Representative nice and safe I take it?”

Howzer looked at Zirena as the woman made a face at him, silently begging for him to take her Master away. “Uh, yeah. She’s a handful, but I’m adjusting.”

Zirena was going to throw something at this man. Sometimes clones could be really dense. Raising her hand to her ear she tugged on it a few times before tilting her head towards Padmes office. When Howzer still didn’t understand, she bit her lip in frustration. Underestimating her irritation she felt her tooth slice her lips. Hissing in pain she brought her hand up to her lip and pulled it away, red blood glistening on it.

“Zoya!” Howzer rushed over to her and took her chin in his hand. “I warned you about doing that.”

Mace chuckled as he shook her head. “She’s been doing that since she was a child. Come on, let’s go get her some ice.”

“Thank you.” Zirena watched as they walked away, only to hear the door open behind her. Talk about being close.

“I’ll give Rex your love, Zirena.” Anakin nodded to her as he walked away. A satisfied smile on his face.

Of course that would be her luck. Honestly, sometimes it was hard keeping all of these secrets.

-*-

“Rex, we need to hurry.” Zirenas head rested against the clone Captains shoulder as he continued to thrust into her.

“I don’t get time to be with my riddur that often. Let me enjoy this lovely body of yours.” His words were dark and lustful. A hand snaked between them as he began to rub her clit forcefully, trying to pull her closer to her peak.

Stars, it felt so amazing to have him buried inside her. But Anakin was surprisingly standing guard out front and she didn’t know how long they had. She felt herself getting closer and closer. Rex was so unbelievably skilled with his hands and she loved it. “Rex…please…so kriffin close.”

A knock on the door had them both stopping. Seriously? She was so close and they were being interrupted? She’d kill whoever was interrupting them. Clenching around Rex, she felt his grip tighten before he continued to silently thrust.

“I’m sorry Obi-Wan, I don’t know where Zirena went.” Anakin kept an even and straight face. Nothing could break him. Zirena and Rex covered for him and Padme far too much for him to crack.

“A shame, I was hoping to test her on her latest weapon.” Kenobi ran his hand over his beard in thought. “If you see her, let her know I’m looking for her?”

“Of course, Master. I’m sure she’ll turn up. Perhaps she’s in the showers?” Definitely wrong, but Kenobi didn’t need to know that.

“Come along, Cody. Let’s check the hangar once more. Perhaps her droid can tell us.” Obi-wan motioned down the hall.

“Actually, Sir. I need to discuss something with General Kenobi. Pertaining to his new shinies coming in.” He nodded to Kenobi who raised an eyebrow before leaving. Only once the General was gone did he turn back to Anakin. “They’re in there, aren’t they?”

Anakin let out a sigh before nodding. “That obvious?”

Cody shrugged as he stepped towards the door. “I can smell her perfume.”

Her perfume? Anakin hadn’t noticed it. “Oh. Wait, where are you going?”

A hand over the panel, Cody smirked. “Just letting them know that Kenobi is looking for them.”

Before Anakin could say anything more, the door was shutting behind Cody and locking. Now what was going on there.

Zirena gasped at the sound of the door opening. Who the hell was coming in? But when she saw Cody her smile only grew. “Cody!” Her word came out in a breathy exhale. Rex still buried between her legs, she extended a hand to the two twelfth commander.

“Sorry, it took Kenobi longer to get off the scent than I expected.” Cody pulled his armor off quickly before walking over and taking the Jedi's mouth in his. “Now. How’s my girl feeling?”

Pupils blown in ecstasy, Zirena accepted a deep kiss from Cody.

Rex smirked as he continued to fuck her. “Absolutely amazing. Getting her warmed up for ya.”

Cody pulled away from Zirena and smirked as he began to undo his pants. “Perfect.”

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kit-fisto-obsessive · 1 year

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Captain Rex Is In Trouble

Chapter 14: A Fresh Perspective

AO3

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Summary

"I'm sorry, my friend," he sighed. "I'm just tired."

"Try exhausted," Monnk said. "You look like shit. What has the 501st been doing to you?"

Notes

So I'm sorry-not-sorry for last week's chapter. I did tag it slow burn, didn't I? I have loved all the screeching in the comments!!!

I'm very excited to see what you think of this week's chapter, for reasons that I think will become apparent very quickly.

As ever -- unending thanks to my beta @cyarbika.

Enjoy!

Rating: T

Warnings

N/A

" – of course, after I ascended to the level of a god and the local population of sentient rocks declared me their supreme overlord and sexiest sentient of the year – "

Kit frowned as he registered what Monnk was saying.

"What?"

Monnk glanced up from his datapad, smirking.

"Well, hey there, General Fisto. Welcome back to this plane of existence," he said.

Kit blinked.

"What?"

Monnk put his work down and crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at Kit.

"I got bored of calling your name and started making shit up," he said. "That was about ten minutes ago."

Kit sighed. He placed the datapad he'd been staring blankly at for the last hour – or however long it had been – down on his desk so he could pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Forgive me," he mumbled, trying to massage away the headache that had been lodged behind his right brow ridge since he woke this morning aboard the Resolute.

"I don't know if I can," Monnk sighed. "It was one of my best. Twists, turns… romance, betrayal. A highly erotic subplot. You missed out."

Kit snorted, opening his eyes and lowering his hand.

"Truly, I am devastated to have missed it. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me and that you will recount to me your epic adventures, and any erotic subplots, at some point in the future."

Monnk threw his head back and laughed. Kit smiled despite the exhaustion and the headache – and everything else that had transpired in the last twenty-four hour standard period. He had genuinely missed his second in command.

"Seriously though – are you alright? You're a bit out of it."

Kit blew out another breath, his eyes slipping closed as he considered how to answer the question.

"I'm sorry, my friend," he sighed. "I'm just tired."

"Try exhausted," Monnk said. "You look like shit. What has the 501st been doing to you?"

Kit swallowed, looking down at his lap for a moment.

"The 501st were very welcoming," he said, his fingers toying with a fraying seam on his trousers. "It was merely a… tiring campaign."

"I heard. It sounded… bad."

"Is it ever good?"

Monnk snorted softly.

They lapsed into silence and again, Kit's thoughts drifted.

He'd known that eventually he and Rex would have to have a talk, just as he'd known what he'd have to do when that time came. It's exactly why he'd been putting it off, enjoying the vague undefined nature of their relationship – a mere taste of what he could never have.

He'd known it couldn't last. As the tension between them inevitably built, Kit had known it would come to a head. Even though the tension had been so delicious, thrilling and exciting in a way Kit hadn't experienced in a long long time, it had just been the tolling bell of their impending end. The longer he'd left it, the harder he'd known he was making it for himself.

Still, he couldn't quite figure out where it had all gone quite so disastrously wrong.

The image of Rex's face before he'd stormed out – stricken with fury and pain – would be burned into Kit's memory for the rest of his days.

That he'd hurt someone he cared for so deeply… it was unforgivable.

Monnk’s voice broke through the swirling storm of his thoughts.

“Listen, let me take the rest of these pads and get this datawork done so you can get some rest. You clearly need it.”

“Really?” Kit blinked. “But you hate datawork.”

“I said I’d get it done,” Monnk said while smirking and gathering the pads scattered across Kit’s desk into his arms, “not that I’d personally do it.”

Kit snorted, running a hand through his ahwey.

“Well thank you all the same,” he said. “A rest would be… much appreciated.”

“I didn't want to say earlier, but you look like shit. I mean, I know I said it anyway, but still. I felt minorly bad about it."

Kit laughed, squeezing the tresses at the back of his head.

"Thank you for your kind words, Monnk. I've missed you."

"I missed you too, Kit," Monnk said. His arms full of datapads, he used his elbow to hit the doorlock. He grinned at Kit as he backed through the door. "We all did. Glad to have you back – see you in the morning!"

Kit watched him go, then closed his eyes with a sigh. He needed a rest. Actually, he needed a meditative retreat – but that was a distant fantasy. He likely wouldn't find it that relaxing anyway, being out of the loop only served to make him more anxious and stressed.

Whether it would cause more or less anxiety than what was caused by being an integral part of the command structure of a largely enslaved army, currently involved in a pan-galactic war, Kit didn’t know.

He rubbed his forehead and then, with a flick of his fingers, locked the door to his office-slash-bedroom. Another finger flick and the lights dimmed – the relief on his aching head almost instantaneous. Kit kept massaging his forehead as he rose from his desk and walked towards his bunk, pausing only to rifle through his still unpacked bag and grab his personal datapad.

He settled down on his bunk, not bothering to get under the covers just yet. He shoved the thin pillow behind his back to cushion his ahwey from the cool durasteel bulkhead and got comfortable, then opened the comms app. Kit quickly piggybacked onto the GAR’s long range communications system, then scrolled through his contact list. Luckily, the particular comm code he was looking for was saved in his favourites, so it only took him a fraction of a second to find it.

He double checked the standard chronometer, but it was still early morning on Coruscant. She might be busy, but if he was lucky, she wouldn't be. Although, reflecting on the past few days, luck wasn't on his side.

The tides of the Force seemed to be changing however, and the call was picked up almost immediately.

“What’s up, fish breath?”

“Hello Dara, it’s lovely to see you too.”

The hologram form of his oldest friend grinned back at him, settling back against her desk chair. Not the oldest as in the eldest, merely the friend he has known the longest. Plo was his eldest friend, a fact Kit liked to remind him of as often as possible.

It was always a little disconcerting to speak to Dara over comms. A fellow Nautolan, Kit knew her skin to be a rich deep blue – the ends of her limbs tinged with purple – but over comms she was a horribly washed out. To Kit's eyes it always made her look ill at first glance.

At second glance she appeared quite well, though it wasn't always easy to tell with her. She seemed relaxed, happy. She was wearing what looked like her casual robes, softer than the usual ones provided by the Temple quartermaster, sitting in her office.

Dara grinned at him, her fangs catching the light.

“What do you want, kelp head?”

“It’s been a while,” Kit said, scratching his chin. “I thought I should call and check that you haven’t burned down the Temple.”

“Not for lack of trying,” she said, sweeping her ahwey over her shoulder. “I hear Ryloth is still standing.”

“Barely,” Kit said, swallowing. Best to change the subject. “So, how are you?”

Dara pursed her lips as she looked at him, but let it go.

“I’m alright,” she said. “Busy, and tired of course, but I’m doing alright. You know how it is – not too good and not too bad. I’m surviving.”

She reached out, and a mug appeared in her holo hand. She took a sip as Kit replied.

“Assessment season is coming up. How is that going?”

She nodded with her mouth still full, wiping a dribble from her lips before she spoke.

“Well… I made a bit of a rod for my own back there.”

“Oh?”

“Mm,” – another sip of kaf – “I didn’t like the exam structure. It was almost all essay questions, and not much freedom of choice? So I added more maths and some data analysis, and then made the final section a choice between two essays, a big maths problem or some data analysis which is a bit of a mix of both. It's been – a lot of work.”

“Sounds like a good idea though,” Kit hummed.

“It is and it isn't. Better for them, worse for me. It's a lot of work and… have you heard about the assessments for the younglings and the initiates?”

“No?” he said with a frown. “That seems… unnecessary.”

“Tell me about it. To be fair, it’s because there's concern about the quality of education dropping, but fuck – we’re trying our best. Anyway, the Council of Education decided they want us to do formative tests for every fucking level, so they can track progress. I’m going to drown under marking but… well. It’s still up to me what the actual exam entails.”

“What have you decided to do then?” Kit prodded.

“I’ve prepared a few different worksheets. They have to choose a rock. Draw the rock. Label the rock. There's a few questions based on what we’ve done in class but they’re all multiple choice because I’m lazy. Maybe a sentence answer for the older kids. I’m trying to make it fun but… well. We’ll see. Might not even let them know it’s a test.”

Dara sipped her kaf with a soft frown, lost in thought. As ever, it was hard to tell in the washed out blue of the holo – but he thought that the skin under her eyes looked a little darker and more puffy than usual. She was clutching her kaf a little tighter than usual, but that could mean anything. Kit bit his lip in concern.

“What about Molly? Do you get to see her often? I’m sure she’s busy.”

“She is, but we try to have dinner together at least once a week,” she said, smiling widely as she always did when the topic of her old padawan was brought up. “More often, usually. And she comes to my office for kaf and a chat every few days. Bant too, if she can get away. She comes to our dinners if she isn’t on shift – I don't know if she’s mentioned.”

“She has indeed,” Kit confirmed. Dara threw back the last of her kaf and placed her mug back out of the field of view.

“It’s nice. Nadhar joins too, though not as often. He has his own thing with some of the other younger medics. How is he, by the way? Or did you not get to see him before he left?”

“No, we crossed over shortly,” Kit said, resting an arm behind his head. “He seems… alright? Exhausted, but well in spirit.” He frowned. “Though as I said, I only saw him briefly.”

“I’ll make sure to check in with him when he gets back to the Temple,” Dara said. “It should be easy enough to guilt him into joining us for dinner.”

“Your willingness to emotionally manipulate our padawans never ceases to astound me,” Kit said with a grin.

Dara shrugged.

“You call it emotional manipulation, I call it parenting,” she said. “I’ll make him his favourite to sweeten the deal.”

“Creamy fish pie with breadcrumb and crispy bacon topping?”

“You know it.”

“Truly, the depths of your evil knows no bounds,” Kit said, and Dara laughed.

She reached for her kaf cup and brought it back to her mouth, frowning when she found it empty. Kit hid a smirk.

“What about Cherise?” he asked.

“Oh, she’s well,” Dara said, placing her mug back on the desk. “Busy as usual, a victim of her own success. 79s is going from strength to strength, not only with clones but with the locals too. I don’t get to see her as often as I’d like anymore. Even when I sleep in the apartment, which I do most nights truthfully, she doesn't get in until after I've fallen asleep. Some days we have breakfast together and then she goes back to sleep, but more and more she’s just too tired.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It is what it is,” Dara sighed. “I’m no better. I stay up when I can, to see her when she gets in, but I'm too tired as well. We’re both just… tired.”

She shook off her misery with a literal shake of her head, her ahwey swinging wildly.

“Enough about me though. How are you?” she asked, resettling in her chair.

“I’m well.”

“Really?” Dara studied him with a frown. “I heard the Ryloth conflict was… rough.”

Kit sighed and rubbed his brow, frowning.

“It was,” he said. “Wat Tambor and Dooku… The less said about it, the better.” He bowed his head, rubbing his palms together. “In truth, we’ve all seen worse in this war.”

Dara gazed at him, lips pursed and brows furrowed with concern.

“I haven’t, Kit,” she said softly. “Many of us in the Temple haven't. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“You know how it is, Dara,” Kit replied. “Not too good and not too bad. I’m surviving.”

She exhaled softly and they gazed at one another.

Kit couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t know Dara. As children in the Temple, not even toddlers, they had spent hours playing together in the pools of the creche. There was no one, not even his padawans, who Kit knew as well as he knew Dara. In return, there was no one who knew Kit as well as Dara did. Even over comms, where pheromone communication was impossible, they had no need for words.

There was a world of comfort in her eyes as she studied him, pity and warmth and love. He loves her just as much. Neither of them need to say it, though they do often.

Eventually though, Dara cocked her head and squinted at him.

"Go on then, I'll bite."

"What?"

Dara looked at him with one of her brow ridges arched.

"Whatever you actually called to talk about," she clarified. "Not that this chat hasn't been lovely, but something is clearly bothering you.”

Kit shifted uncomfortably. There were downsides to her knowing him so well. For instance: the fact that he had never been able to keep a secret from her in his life.

“What makes you say that?” he asked. He knew what her answer would be. Sure enough –

“Well you look like shit, and you’ve barely let me ask you a question, which is what you always do when you don’t want to talk about yourself. Like you said – Ryloth isn’t the worst combat you’ve seen. What else is up?”

Her eyes narrowed, and Kit braced himself.

“Does it have something to do with that Captain you've talked constantly about for the past few months, and yet haven't mentioned once so far today?”

Kit stared at her for a moment, then sighed. Damn her. He rubbed his hand across his jaw, wondering where to start.

He ended up telling her the whole story. Once she got him started, he found he couldn’t stop.

The first time they met, and all the times after. How they'd only grown closer after he'd been assigned as the temporary General of the 501st. How he'd fallen for Rex's heart, his smile, his strength of spirit.

The way he'd tried to pull away, even when he found himself only falling harder.

The party. The way he'd wanted so desperately to kiss Rex, the feeling of their bodies pressed together and the way Rex had looked at him.

The way Kit knew they could never be together. How he knew Rex deserved so, so much more than what Kit could give him.

The night before when Rex had come to his quarters and tried to kiss him. Kit's attempt to gently rebuff him.

How it had failed, so utterly and spectacularly.

When he'd finished, he looked down at his lap. He breathed out to work through the tightness in his chest. Once it loosened fractionally he looked back up at the image of Dara – these days the tightness rarely went away, so a little looser was all he could manage.

Rex had made the tightness go away.

"Well?" he asked, studying Dara's face.

"Well what?"

"What do you think?"

She stared at him, frowning. After a moment, she shrugged.

"It seems like a perfectly well reasoned and logical decision," she said.

Kit blinked at him.

"Is that all you're going to say?" he asked her.

Usually she had endless rants about Kit's love life, prepared in advance. Now though, Dara ran a hand through her ahwey and sighed, brows creased.

"Well what else would I say, Kit?" she said, obviously aggravated. "That as your friend I'm tired of watching you forgo any chance at happiness because you don't feel worthy of it? That I'm tired of you using logic to push people away?" She fixed him with a look. "It's nothing you haven't heard before. Over, and over, and over again. Why bother repeating myself?"

Kit stared at her. For whatever reason, there was only one part of what she said that really stuck out in his mind.

"I'm happy," he said.

Dara fixed him with that look again.

"Don't lie to me. You aren't good at it."

He swallowed, looking down into his lap.

"It was the right thing to do," he said.

"Was it though?" Dara asked. "The logical decision isn't always the right one."

"But – "

"Life isn't logical Kit. Love isn't logical. It's… it's like the shuttle problem."

He looked back up at her, raising a brow ridge.

"The shuttle problem?" he asked.

"Yeah, you know. That famous ethics problem," she said. "There's a shuttle heading down a track and three people tied to the track. You can't free the people tied to the track but if you push a lever you can send it down a different track, where it will only hit one person."

His brow ridge remained firmly arched.

"I don't see how this is relevant," he said.

But that was often the way with Dara, drawing parallels he couldn't see at first. Her mind may move in away altogether different to his own, but once she drew him a map she was usually right.

She explained.

"Well, the logical decision is to push the lever, sacrificing only one person instead of several. But that doesn’t make it the right decision." She smiled at him, pityingly. He tried not to resent it. "Life isn't maths Kit, you can't live it being guided by sums and logic."

"But you love maths," Kit pointed out.

"I know."

"You've said 'maths is life' on several occasions."

"And I stand by that statement," Dara said, folding her arms. "In any case, your sums are wrong. You never give yourself the right value, in any of your equations."

"If life can't be guided by maths and logic, what does it matter that my sums are wrong?"

Dara glared at him.

"Stop being stupid. You aren't at all, and it's irritating," she said. "You're the one who wanted to talk, so let's talk."

Kit sighed.

"I mean, you said you explained to him why you couldn't be together, but did you give him any chance to respond?" Dara continued. "You keep telling me how damn smart he is, don't you think he would have considered all that himself?"

Kit ducked his head, his cheeks heating.

"No," he admitted. He’d been too caught up in his own head to consider what was going on in Rex’s. Yet another way he'd been an inconsiderate fool apparently.

"And… you know Kit,” Dar said beseechingly, leaning towards the camera. “You know this wasn't the right decision. For you, or for him."

He raised his head when she paused. She was looking at him with naked concern and pity.

"I mean, isn't that why you called me?"

Kit swallowed.

She was right.

She was always right.

It was why he called her. To have her pick apart his thoughts and lay them out for him. To have her hold up a mirror and force him to really look at himself. A different perspective to make everything instantly clear to him, where before it was muddled and confused.

As she says often, she doesn't have time to deal with his bullshit.

"I felt awful as soon as I said it," he admitted.

"See?" Dara said. "You don't need me to tell you this shit, Kit."

He swallowed. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

"He was so much more upset than I thought he'd be," he whispered.

Dara cocked her head, frowning a little.

"As in… you didn't expect him to be upset or…?"

Kit shook his head, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye as discreetly as he could manage.

"No, no," he took a deep breath. "It's just… he was so angry with me. I've never seen him so angry."

Dara breathed out through her nose, studying him.

"I mean, I only know him from what you've told me, but that doesn't sound like him."

"It wasn't like him at all… Or not who I thought he was."

The last bit Kit murmured, mostly to himself. Dara sighed, leaning on her hand and gazing at him.

"Well… What exactly did you say?" she asked.

She grabbed her kaf from off screen and took a sip, frowning when her mug was empty again. She rolled her eyes and put it back on her desk, scowling. Kit smothered a smile behind his hand. It quickly faded as he started to talk, recalling one of the most painful moments of his life.

“Well… I started by saying it would be inappropriate for a General to see a Captain. He’s my subordinate and I owe him a duty of care, the power imbalance… that sort of thing.”

Dara frowned at him.

“Well, I can see the problem he had with that right away.”

Kit scowled.

“You can’t be okay with Kenobi and Vos and Secura dating clones and then use that justification to turn your Captain away. And don’t say it's because you’re on the Council or it’s because he’s a captain. It would be embarrassing.”

“You can’t deny the power imbalance would be an issue,” Kit said with a scowl, his shoulder hunching defensively.

“Yes and no,” Dara hummed. “There’s no reason for it to be inherently unhealthy – it’s all about how you act within that power imbalance, and whether you’re conscious of it. I know you’re conscious of it, so… are you planning on exploiting him? Using him?”

“No! Of course not!” Kit said, horrified by the mere idea.

“So what’s the issue? Really?”

“What do you mean?” Kit asked. He knew exactly what she meant, and she knew that he knew, but she humoured him anyway.

“What is your actual problem with starting a relationship with a man who you are clearly crazy about? Because it sure as shit isn’t his rank.”

She was set on making him actually say it, wasn't she?

“It’s because he’s a slave, Dara,” Kit exploded. “It’s not about me being a General and him a Captain, it’s about me being a General and him a slave.”

Dara remained calm in the face of his anger, studying him with quiet eyes. He took a breath and tried to calm himself too. She knew that, of course she knew that. She just wanted to make him admit it.

As much as he hated it, he needed to talk about it.

“That doesn’t change the fact that it seems to be one rule for you and one for the others. And I know you’re genuinely happy for all of them. It’s just about you holding yourself to stupid standards again,” Dara said softly.

Kit grunted.

“If anything… You explaining that you can’t possibly have a relationship with him because he’s a slave when he’s the one who initiated everything and is no doubt intimately aware of that fact is downright insulting, moron. You’re taking away what little agency he has. Hell, I’m kinda pissed at you – we both know you’re smarter than that.”

Kit hummed, turning that over in his head. She was right. She was always fucking right. He exhaled, rubbing his aching forehead.

“Perhaps,” he allowed, “but it was after that that he got really angry.”

“Well, okay. What happened next?”

"He pointed out many of the same things that you did, and then I explained that he deserves someone better than me," he said, "someone who could be there for him in a way that I couldn't. That I was too old for him. I didn’t get a chance to say anything more."

Dara pursed her lips, frowning. After a moment, her brow ridges raised, as if something had just occurred to him.

"Kit," she said slowly. "Did you say you were too old, or did you say he was too young? Because the distinction is quite important."

Her meaning hit him like a runaway speeder, piloted by a particularly hefty rancor. He wracked his brains desperately, trying to remember the exact wording of what he'd said.

"You are so young, and –"

"I’m too young?"

"I… may have said he was too young," he admitted. "I certainly said he was young… and he certainly heard that he was too young."

"Kit…"

Kit buried his face in his hands with a groan.

"You fucking moron."

"I know," he moaned. Force, what an idiot.

"Oh I wonder why a man who's ageing process was artificially accelerated might be offended by you calling him too young?" Dara said, with blistering sarcasm.

"Dara, please –"

"I wonder why that upset him?" she continued, really getting into it. "You absolute fucking kelp head. You shit-for-brains sea slug. You waterlogged fucking sea sponge. Is your massive head actually filled with bubbles? For fucks sake!"

He dragged his face up. His best and oldest friend was looking at him with a mixture of exasperation and fondness, anger and amusement – her scowl periodically broken when she could no longer hold back her smile.

"Well, how do I fix it?" he asked her. The barest fraction of a whine crept in, but if Dara was just going to insult him then he saw no problem with it.

Dara just looked even more amused.

"What do you mean, how do you fix it?" Her tone and gaze was blisteringly sardonic. "Apologise to him, you moron. On your hands and knees. Grovel, and pray that he forgives you."

He sighed.

"I don't even know when I'll see him again…" he said. "It's hardly the kind of thing to discuss over coms."

He buried his face back in his hands.

"Shit."

Dara let him wallow in his misery and self pity for a while. They sat in silence on opposite sides of the Galaxy, the same as they would when they were simply on opposite ends of a sofa in one of their quarters. They could sit in silence together for hours, but it wasn't that long before Dara's voice cut through his thoughts again.

She always knew when to let him be, and when he needed dragging out of his own mind.

"I can't say that I'm all that surprised," she said. "It was only a matter of time before your constant self-sabotaging hurt someone other than yourself." Her tone wasn't kind, but it wasn't as harsh as it could have been either. Not as harsh as Kit quite probably deserved.

Once again he lifted his face from his palms to look at her. This time her face was much softer, her lips gently pursed as she gazed at him. The exasperation had receded, leaving only fondness and a trace of pity.

"I miss you," Kit told her.

She smiled at him – warm, bright and crooked. She was about to reply when her com gave a warning bleep.

"Whatever," she said, rolling her eyes. "I need to go, I have to teach a class in 20 minutes."

"I love you," Kit said, smiling at her.

"I love you too, dickhead," Dara said. "I'll message you later. We aren't done talking about this." She leaned forwards, jabbing a finger at him before she disconnected the call.

Kit gazed at the empty space where her face had been before sighing and tossing his com in the direction of his desk. He missed, and after staring apathetically at where it rested on the floor for a long moment, he waved a hand and lifted onto the desk.

After brushing his teeth and changing into his sleep pants, Kit climbed into bed. Usually he slept in the nude, but the cold depths of space were just that – cold. He pulled the covers up under his chin, noting that he could probably do with a second as he flicked off the light.

He gazed at the darkness above him and thought of Rex, of how badly he'd fucked everything up.

Kit closed his eyes with a sigh, and tried to go to sleep.

Notes

Kit and Dara are each others emotional braincells. They both have to do a lot of heavy lifting.

Some of you may recognise Cherise from the wonderful @cyarbika's Walk Me Home, and of course No Strings Attached. Of course in the Terrible Jedi universe Wolffe is aroace, so Dara got to swoop in there instead >:)

Thank you all for reading. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated and endlessly treasured.

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