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a-sour-nectarine · 3 years

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The memories froze him. He didn't realize that Obi-Wan was calling his name, increasingly urgent, or that the water had reached his hips. It was cold, not as cold as it had been back on Kamino, but still just above freezing. He could almost imagine the crimson light of the clock, the sneering face of the trainer. The trainer hadn't been inherently cruel, but years of torturing little boys did something to the psyche.

So Cody suspected, at least.

Finally, a cry of "Cody!" woke him from his reverie. Obi-Wan was sobbing on the other side of the chamber, in a way Cody have never seen him cry, hand gripping his hair tightly enough to stretch the skin above his ear.

The water was up to his chest now, and rising fast, and the panic was still tight in his chest, but he made himself look Obi-Wan in the eyes. Before he did though, he caught his own gaze. His face was smooth in the crystal, no scar marring his temple. He absently wondered how anyone would be able to tell who he was, stuck in a child's body with no scar.

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Everyone shut up, I was supposed to post this last night, but I fell asleep. I am aware that it's Monday. Don't want to hear it.

This is my fourth and final submission for Codywan Week 2021! I really tried to do all seven days, but for my first ever event like this, I don't think I did too bad.

Prompt is an alt, Sith/Jedi Artifact Shenanigans.

"Um, commander?"

"What, Waxer?" Cody said irritably, blinking sleep out of his eyes. Day three in the remains of this stupid temple, and Cody, General Kenobi, Waxer, Boil, and six shinies, all yet to be named, had been grating on each other's nerves nonstop.

"You might want to... um... check in a mirror."

"Lieutenant, unless you have a mirror with you, that's not gonna happen."

"I just, um. Hold on. I'll take a picture, send it to your HUD."

Seconds later, said picture showed up in front of Cody's eyes. "Oh, Force."

A sleepy voice from the back of the room piped up. "Force what?"

Cody removed his helmet and shared a look with Waxer. That was not a brother, but it didn't quite sound like the General either, meaning....

"Hey, General, you might wanna come over here." Waxer shrugged at Cody as he called out. Sure enough, the figure making it's way over to them was not the General, or, at least, not the General they were used to. He looked like a cadet.

Well, so did Cody, so who was he to judge?

"Oh, Cody!" Obi-Wan exclaimed once he noticed the commander's state. He didn't seem to be able to stop the smile pulling at his mouth.

"Ah-ah, speak for yourself, General."

Obi-wan squinted down at his robes, which were the same as the ones he went to sleep in. He was drowning in them, looking only slightly less ridiculous than Cody did in his oversized armor. "Well, this is unfortunate."

Boil snorted. "Maybe one of you is small enough to fit through that hole now.

The General lit up. "Brilliant, Boil. Someone boost me up."

Boil snorted again, but followed him to the far wall. It had been pretty destroyed in the explosion, though still pretty effective in keeping the ten of them trapped. But maybe, now that Cody and Obi-Wan were smaller...

"Wait, wait, we aren't going to address the fact that we are– small? What caused it?"

Obi-Wan's lips quirked up in a smile, and Cody noticed how much more expressive he was when clean-shaven. "Well, I suspect it was caused by the artifact that also triggered the explosion that trapped us here. So, personally, I'd rather worry about it later." He held up the small slate of rock, carved with languages none of them could read.

Cody gaped for a second. That was pretty good thing to say if Obi-Wan wanted all the men to immediately lose faith in either himself or Cody. They had never disagreed in front of the troops, no matter how minor the issue. Equally unusual, he felt the urge to snap back. It was like he was four all over again— Oh. He was, wasn't he?

"Alright, but if you make it through, expect me to follow."

"I was hoping you'd say that." Obi-Wan chirped, grinning like he had just won some huge award.

Turned out that they both did fit, though Cody had to get shoved through and his shoulders got a little scraped up. But it was worth it for the first breath of fresh air outside.

Obi-Wan turned to him, eyes wide, and laughed. "I was honestly not positive that would work."

Cody couldn't help but join him in his laughter, breathless and a little manic, before a voice called out from inside the rubble.

"Will you two grow up and go find a damn signal?"

That was definitely Boil, no one else would speak like that to their COs, even if their COs were children. Cody couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, yeah, old man. We're going." Cody really was just content with losing all respect, wasn't he. Eh, he was four, he was allowed to be petulant. Besides, he doubted that the eight people still trapped under the debris would be telling anyone else. Not because he trusts them, hells no, but because the situation was almost as embarrassing for them as it was for him and Obi-Wan. After all, they were the ones whose shebs would be saved by children.

Obi-Wan held out his hand, and Cody took it without a second thought, not that he had time to. The Jedi took off the second he had a hold on Cody's fingers. They ran up to the closest hill they could find and surveyed the landscape. Nothing but red grass and blue flowers and crumbling old ruins as far as the eye could see. It was almost beautiful.

Until it started raining.

A couple of light drops of water was all the warning they got before the sky opened, absolutely soaking them immediately. Cody groaned and took off again–-still attached to Obi-Wan–-towards the nearest gray, stone building that looked like it still had a ceiling. As soon as they made it inside, they heaved out twin sighs of relief. The building wasn't completely waterproof, but it was good enough. They made their way into the middle of the floor, where there was the least amount of leakage, and Cody shook himself savagely. The rain outside was not slowing, in fact, it seemed to only get heavier as time went on. Lightning flashed every few seconds. The thunder was constant, but could barely be heard over the sound of the rain.

And then the walls came down.

Not "came down," as in they fell. "Came down," as in a separate set of walls dropped in from the soggy ceiling, completely (and separately) entombing Cody and the General. The walls were some kind of clear glass or crystal, faceted and almost completely transparent. The wall between them had gaps in it, sort of decoratively symmetrical.

"Uhh, Commander?"

"Yeah, sir, I noticed." Cody pounded on the wall, and it didn't even crack. Not glass, then. His enhanced strength would have taken care of glass that thick, child body or no.

In spite of the situation, Obi-Wan giggled, his voice echoing oddly from the other side of the crystal. "Cody, please don't call me "sir," it feels strange. I'm eleven."

"How can you possibly know how old you are?"

"No scar on my thumb. I rub it when I'm nervous, but right now there's nothing to rub."

"How do you know you aren't– I dunno, nine?"

"Just a guess, I suppose. I feel too tall to be nine. You, on the other hand, look younger than that."

Cody quickly crunched the numbers in his head. "S'pose that would make sense, if it's relative. I'm developmentally about 10 years younger than you. Twenty-four to thirty-five, eight to eleven."

"You're ignoring the fact that we are trapped."

"Yes, I am."

"That doesn't change the situation."

"I'm aware. But, as previously stated, I am eight years old. Four, actually. I'm trying not to panic. How are you calm?"

"Oh, I'm not. I'm actually fighting off a panic attack, if I am to be frank. This is almost exactly how Qui-Gon died, with me trapped on the other side of a ray shield. I just keep talking because it seems to distract me."

Cody cursed himself. He knew that, and it should have occurred to him that this was probably Obi-Wan's worst nightmare. He kicked his feet along the bottom of the wall, and noticed a particularly concerning fact. The crystal was growing. Not just randomly growing, it seemed to be specifically growing to cover the holes in the wall, creeping up and up. And, as if that wasn't worrisome enough, Cody's feet were wet. Not from the rain, but from the water seeping up from the floor. It was rapidly climbing higher, just a little below the level of growing crystal. The sound was rather pleasant, Cody noted, but he also noted that Obi-Wan's side of the little prison was completely dry.

The irony was not lost on him. And the irony was pretty kriffed up.

And it got worse once Obi-Wan noticed. The Jedi just let out a hysterical little laugh, and started pacing. "Wow, how wonderful."

"Hey, Ge–Obi-Wan, it's okay. It's okay. It's really slow."

Obi-Wan stopped pacing and stretched his hand through a hole at shoulder height, yet to be covered. Cody didn't even think before he grabbed the boy's (man's?) hand.

"It'll be okay," He repeated. "I'm fine."

The water was about knee high now, and the row of crystals at shoulder height were starting to close off. Cody pushed Obi-Wan's hand back just before the crystal could trap it there, and Obi-Wan let out a pained sound, pressing up against the wall. It hurt Cody. Hurt him more that being trapped, than the memories he had at this age, the memories that this water chamber was starting to dredge up.

Watching his brothers take their turns in the tank, none coming out conscious. "It's for your training," the longnecks had said. It felt like torture to Cody. Though, he supposed, maybe that was the point. It's hard for torture to frighten you if you have already experienced worse.

His turn now, he pulled on the breathing mask and stepped into the tank. It started filling up from the tubes in the sides, and the cold water shocked him a little. He watched the blinking, red light outside on the wall, until it counted up to three minutes. As soon as it hit three, he took a deep breath and shoved the mask off his face, and the clock started counting down again. Could he make it?

No. He woke up later in the medbay.

Like he always did.

So Cody suspected, at least.

"It's alright," he said as the water carried him up, up, toward the top of the chamber. It wasn't nearly far enough away.

"I'll be fine," he called as he felt his head press against the ceiling. Too soon.

"I'm okay," he lied, then took a deep breath, right before the water covered his mouth and nose.

The clock ticked down, 2.59, 2.58, 2.57...

He sank back down, keeping his eyes open and on the crying boy leaning on the wall. Cody smiled and pressed his hand against the crystal.

1.46, 1.45, 1.44, 1.43...

Obi-Wan frantically pushed his own hand against Cody's through the wall. His other fist pounded at the crystal, to no avail. Cody's lungs were starting to burn.

1.03, 1.02, 1.01...

Cody's vision got darker, but he kept his gaze on Obi-Wan. Through the water, he looked distorted, but his eyes were unmistakable. Blue, bright with tears, creased with grief. Cody thought that it had been a while since he had seen those eyes smile. He hoped they would again, maybe after the Wars. Long after Cody was gone. He hoped this wouldn't break Obi-Wan beyond repair. His gaze really did go black now, and the clock in his memory blinked just twice more.

0.01, 0.00.

He felt a satisfied smile pull on his lips. He made it.

~~~~~~~~

Obi-Wan saw Cody's eyes close, and he cried out. "Cody! Stay with me!"

He couldn't ask that of him. It was selfish and impossible. But Obi-Wan felt so small, so helpless. It was just like when Qui-Gon had died, and he could do nothing. Nothing.

"Not nothing," a voice chided. "You can change it, this time."

A different voice swirled around him. "He must learn."

The first voice pressed in. "This will only break him. You are strong, child. Use it."

The soft voice was right. If he lost Cody right now, he would shatter. There would be no Obi-Wan Kenobi to put together, not like there had been last time. He would never come back. Maybe that was what the Code aimed to prevent when it forbade attachments. He had never been good at staying away from those he loved.

But there was no way to get to Cody.

"The power. It is yours to use, young one. Focus it."

"What power?!" He yelled, sounding like a child, even to his own ears. He was a child, actually. No response. Obi-Wan took a deep breath and placed his hands on the crystal wall, tears slipping down his cheeks as he closed his eyes. And he focused. It was like meditating, but more. He felt it. Power. Flowing through his very being. That was what the voice meant. It felt like an ocean, pushing and pulling at him, flowing through him. He waited, waited....

And pushed.

The crystal around him shattered. Shattered like Obi-Wan, because he surged forward and Cody was in his arms and he was him again, filling out his armor, scar across his temple but he was still and cold. Obi-Wan lowered Cody to the ground, brushing the shards of crystal away with his mind, and cried again. "Cody, Cody please. Wake up." He gulped in a breath of air. "Commander, wake up! That's and order!" And he used the power and he pushed the water out of Cody's lungs, but he still didn't stir. He heart had all but stopped, and he wasn't breathing. Obi-Wan used the power again and gathered the Force around Cody's lungs, breathing for him, in--out--in--out--in--

That's when Obi-Wan noticed the crystal in his hand. He would have dismissed it, thrown it with the rest of the shards of crystal littering the floor around him, if not for the glow.

"It is for him. This was as much his trial as it was yours."

The sense of desperation flooded him again, and he fought back tears. What use would Cody have for the crystal if he was dead? But he pressed it to the commander's chest anyway.

"Cody, don't leave. Please wake up. You have to wake up."

And then it was like Cody had heard him, because he coughed and shivered. Obi-Wan released his grip on the Force, because he didn't need it anymore, because Cody was breathing on his own. He squeezed his eyes shut and the scar on his temple stretched. Obi-Wan sobbed in relief and pressed a kiss to Cody's forehead, because he was alive, and they had passed whatever test they had been given, and they were alive.

And that would do for now. That would be enough until they had to go find help, until they had to get the squad out, until they found someone who could help.

Because Obi-Wan was not going to lose anyone today.

#codywanweek2021 #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #there were many external factors that influenced this fic #its far from my best work #but kinda interesting at least

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ayo-cowbelly · 4 years

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The Things We Do For Love ~ Part One

Part two is up! Find it here.

I LIVE FOR MUTUAL PINING (and excessive use of italics in my writing). Sorry not sorry loves

Based off of this post, by @treetart. They had a wonderful AU where ‘what if the chips were disabled once the Jedi were presumed dead?’ and I immediately wanted to write that. Codywan, Blyla, and some background Anidala. This AU will have four parts, so stay tuned if you like it!

P.S. for some reason i’m very scared to post this, so comments are always welcome!

P.P.S. if anyone wants to be added to the taglist for this series, let me know :)

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Cody looked up at his General’s face with a smirk. “Oh, by the way, I think you’ll be needing this.”

Grabbing his lightsaber, Obi-Wan smiled back. It wasn’t the first time the Jedi had lost his lightsaber during battle, leaving it for Cody to find and give back to him. Cody was sure it wouldn’t be the last.

But then again, there were rumors that the war would be over soon, so who knew? Maybe there wouldn’t be any more battles for Obi-Wan to drop his weapon in the middle of. Maybe he’d go back to Coruscant and be just a Jedi Master again, and Cody would go… where would he go? It wasn’t like there were any planets vying for the clones to move in.

So, where would he end up, when this was all over?

Cody would go where his brothers went. That much he knew.

But if he were being honest… he’d follow Obi-Wan anywhere, no matter where his crazy jetii decided to go. Whether it be Coruscant, or Jakku, or the known edges of the galaxy.

Cody had realized that somewhere, sometime, his feelings for his General had evolved into something more. Something beyond general and commander, surpassing simply platonic.

Of course, Cody didn’t tell Obi-Wan.

Maybe he would, someday. After the war.

If he ever saw Obi-Wan again after the war. But he didn’t want to think about that, so instead he focused on not blushing when the General flashed him that damned smile of his as he rushed off.

As Cody slipped his helmet on, his holoprojector beeped. A figure popped up, one he could tell looked slightly disfigured, looked wrong even through the hologram.

Kriff, was that the Chancellor? What happened?

“Commander Cody,” The figure, the Chancellor, said. “The time has come. Execute Order Sixty-six.”

Something took over Cody. A feeling of cold and remoteness and good soldiers follow orders washed over him.

Just like that, he was no longer in control.

CC-2224 replied, “It will be done, My Lord.”

CC-2224 didn’t waste a second. Pointing at the traitor, he called, “Blast him!”

The cannon fired, and the traitor fell from the wall of the sinkhole. CC-2224 watched him turn as he fell, but couldn’t make out his expression. He wondered if the traitor was surprised. Well, he shouldn’t have been.

He betrayed the Republic.

Good soldiers follow orders

That was when Cody took back control, and CC-2224 was no more.

***

As Obi-Wan slammed into the water, his mind raced. The clones, his men, they turned on him, shot at him. Out of nowhere.

Cody had turned on him. His brilliant, intelligent commander, had most likely given the order. He wondered why they did it? When did they decide to do this? Did someone else tell them to? And they just… accepted it?

And why was the Force in so much pain?

Obi-Wan had no answers to his questions, not yet. For now he had to get out of there, off Utapau. If the clones had turned, they’d most likely confirm their target was dealt with.

He needed to find another Jedi, figure out what was going on. Figure out why the Force was screaming, shrieking in pain. And why his bond with Anakin, especially, was suddenly… ripped. Broken. Not torn through all the way, but just enough that the slightest strain would split it completely.

As he climbed out of the water, Obi-Wan made his way over to his men, staying in the shadows, hoping to figure out what was happening.

As he hid behind a wall, he heard two troops talking. He could sense it was Boil and Cody on the other side, mere feet away. Dear Cody, why did you do it?

“Find him! I don’t care how long it takes, we need to- to find him-”

“Cody, vod, nobody could’ve survived that fall. I don’t think even Kenobi has that kind of luck,” Boil said gently. Obi-Wan noticed he was speaking slowly, carefully, as if breaking bad news.

They did it on purpose, right?

Why did they both sound so shaken?

He winced at the sheer heartbreak in Cody’s voice. “But- he- he has to be alive, right? He has to be. He has to be. He has to-”

“Cody. Cody, take off your helmet. Breathe,” Boil instructed. “Look at me, vod. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. But I don’t think he made it.”

“Boil, I gave the order. I- I ordered him to be,” Obi-Wan leaned over slightly, watching as Cody swallowed and looked down. The Jedi could just barely make out a tear sliding down his beloved Commander’s face. “Killed. He’s dead… because of me.”

“Cody, it wasn’t us. Whatever that thing was, it sure as hell wasn’t us. It was something else, something beyond our control.”

Obi-Wan wondered what in the name of the Force could just take over his troopers like that. And the raw pain in Cody’s voice… he knew, now, that Cody didn’t make the choice to kill him. His brilliant, sensational commander… what happened, Cody?

“He can’t be dead, Boil, he can’t. I can’t go through that again,” Cody whispered. Obi-Wan had to strain to hear him as Cody’s voice got quieter. His heart wrenched at the Commander’s words.

He tried every day to forget about Rako Hardeen (or rather, the aftermath) but it still haunted him.

Cody continued. “Not again. And this time… whatever came over us, it did it through me. Me. Control or no, it still made me do it.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t let Cody live with thinking he killed him.

He didn’t give it another thought. Tentatively, Obi-Wan revealed himself and stepped into the light. After a moment, Cody snapped his head over to look at him, and Obi-Wan was hit with the wave of surprise-joy-guilt-love (Obi-Wan wasn’t sure about that last one. Force knew a small part of him hoped it was that…) that Cody projected into the Force.

“Cody?”

Cody’s shoulders dropped. Boil gave one last look at them both and walked away, quickly saluting to the General, realizing there was something more going on between them.

“Ob- General Kenobi? You’re alive?” Cody breathed.

“I think you’ve more than earned the right to call me Obi-Wan, Dear.” In a flash, Obi-Wan was pulled toward Cody and into his arms.

After a moment, Cody took a step back. There was a fresh tear on the commander’s face, piercing Obi-Wan’s heart.

“Cody, what happened?”

“I’m not exactly sure, S- Obi-Wan,” He corrected. “I remember the Chancellor comming me, and giving a command… and suddenly, it was like someone else had just taken over. I couldn’t control what I was doing... and all I had in my head was that I had to kill you, you were a traitor, and good soldiers follow orders…”

“A traitor? Who did I betray, exactly?”

“I think… the Republic? It’s a bit murky, if I’m being honest.”

Obi-Wan paused and thought for a moment. “You said the Chancellor gave you these orders?”

“Yes,” Cody replied, his brow wrinkling. “And he looked different. He was in a dark robe, with his hood over his head, but I could tell something was wrong with his face. Kinda… deformed.”

Obi-Wan had one last question. “Cody, did this order just go to you? Or… the other battalions as well?” Was that why the Force had been in so much agony?

The Jedi… they couldn’t be...

Cody’s voice came out softer, this time. “Obi-Wan, it would’ve gone to the entire GAR.”

Obi-Wan swayed. Was that why his bond with Anakin had been broken? His former apprentice had been... the other troopers had gotten to him?

Was that why his other bonds were suddenly severed?

“Cody… you don’t think… the other Jedi...” Obi-Wan trailed off, hoping against hope that it wasn’t true. But at the look in Cody’s face, he knew the answer.

As he fell to his knees, he felt strong arms wrap around him. “I’m sorry, Obi-Wan, I’m sorry, it’ll be okay, I promise-”

***

About a week later, onboard the Negotiator (which the 212th had boarded, setting course for the Outer Rim without a trace) Obi-Wan was trying to meditate in an empty training room. It had been a rough few days, to say the least.

The execution of the Jedi, their temple burning, then learning from Yoda (Yoda, thank the Force he was alive, who had made contact hours after Order 66 went out) that right now, there weren’t any other known survivors.

The disappearance of Senators Organa, Mothma, Chuchi, and Amidala.

Seeing someone on the holonet who looked sickeningly like Anakin under a dark cloak trailing behind the Chancellor- Emperor. Even if his face wasn’t visible, Obi-Wan would recognize his former Padawan anywhere. He was said to be Palpatine’s apprentice, named Vader…

Obi-Wan had never before come so close to the Dark. It coiled around him, smothered him, sinking into his heart. Palpatine’s success is your failure, it whispered. You trained Anakin, and now he’s a monster. You never talked to him, never reached out, always made excuses. You were ignorant and blind, and this is the consequence. It’s your fault, all your fault.

Every time the Dark came, slithering into his mind and staying there, Obi-Wan tried to release it into the Force; however, there were always some traces left.

There were times it was almost too much, but he reminded himself that all was not lost. There was still some good in this wretched galaxy, and it was Obi-Wan’s duty to defend it. And if there were moments when it was too much, somehow Cody was always there to pick him back up.

One day, Obi-Wan was attempting to meditate in a small, frequently unused training room. He had come to expect the Dark thoughts when he opened himself to the Force, though he still tried to meditate anyways.

Again, his expectations were met.

You failed. You were never good enough. You never will be.

Qui-Gon didn’t want you. Anakin didn’t want you. Satine didn’t want you.

Cody definitely doesn’t want you.

“General!”

A stern but worried voice pulled Obi-Wan back to reality. He looked up at Cody’s face, which was filled with concern. Obi-Wan didn’t deserve his concern.

You’re wasting his time, a tendril of Darkness muttered. Cody already has enough problems, don’t add to it.

And you really thought he could ever love you back?

You do not have a hold on me. You never will, Obi-Wan said to it, pushing the Dark away.

As he regained his bearings, Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “Apologies, Cody. I didn’t mean to distract you from other duties.”

Cody huffed. “You’ve been distracting me for years, Sir, no need to apologize. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Obi-Wan’s stomach fluttered, though he pressed that feeling down. “How did you find me?”

“I went looking for you. I know this last week has been especially hard on you, and I remembered you sometimes like to meditate in here.”

A part of Obi-Wan liked to hold onto comments like that, that implied Cody cared enough to check in on him, to remember where he liked to meditate, to go looking for him when he knew Obi-Wan was stressed.

That part of Obi-Wan was a dreamer.

The bigger part of him was realistic, and knew that Cody never thought that way about him. In a way that was beyond just friends. He knew, of course, that Cody only checked in because Obi-Wan was his CO, and he had to make sure the CO was fit for duty.

So he did his best to disregard his Commander’s words, as always. “Well, I hope you haven’t gotten tired of me yet, my darling. I feel we’ll be in this fight for a bit longer. Side by side, as always, I’m afraid.”

Obi-Wan didn’t know that Cody could never get tired of his General. He didn’t know that Cody would choose a million times over to go with him anywhere, no matter what they were doing. As long as they were together, in any sense of the word, Cody would be content.

Obi-Wan didn’t know that every time he called Cody dear, or darling, or anything equally fond, Marshal Commander Cody was blushing under his helmet.

Every. Time.

***

The 212th had tried to retain a sense of normalcy on the Negotiator, as if they weren’t on the run and hiding from the Emperor, who had placed a considerably large bounty on all their heads. But they still tried.

That’s why Obi-Wan and Cody were in Obi-Wan’s quarters, drinking the Jedi’s tea and going over reports.

Well, they were really playing Sabacc, but details.

Obi-Wan grinned, wide and carefree. “Pure Sabacc! I win again!”

That grin was increasingly rare nowadays, but nevertheless, it always made Cody’s stomach flutter just a bit (maybe more, if he wasn’t lying to himself about his feelings that day). He was glad to see his General even a bit happy, and even more glad he was the reason.

Well, really, a game was the reason, but Cody could hope.

He rolled his eyes at his jetii. “I swear, you’re cheating. I can’t prove it, but I know you are.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, my dear Commander. I am a man of honesty.”

“Sure you are,” Cody laughed at the appalled look Obi-Wan pulled. “I’d like to think I at least know you somewhat, General-”

“Obi-Wan,” The Jedi cut in.

“Obi-Wan, as I was saying, I’d like to think I know you after all this time, so I know when you’re lying-”

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Do tell, Cody.”

Cody cocked his head, studying the other man. “You get that look in your eye.”

“What look?” Obi-Wan asked amusedly, a wry smile forming on his face.

“You get this sort of twinkle in your eye, like you know more than the other people in the room. And you smirk a little bit, too,” Cody mused. He stood up and went over next to Obi-Wan. Looking down at him, Cody added, “it’s hard to describe, but I can recognize when you’re doing it.”

Obi-Wan stood up also. They were close to each other now. Smiling, he said,“You know me that well, do you?”

“Like I said, I’d like to think so.”

“For the record, I’d say you do,” Obi-Wan replied, a soft look on his face. Cody shivered slightly, watching his General. The way Obi-Wan was looking at him, like he could see into his soul, like he was memorizing the intricacies of his face… it made Cody’s heart beat faster. “You know me so well, Dear, and I’m very thankful for it.”

“You keep calling me that,” Cody murmured, not wanting to talk louder, fearing he’d break this moment. Whatever this was, it seemed fragile. “Dear.”

“Well,” The Jedi Master began in a hushed tone, turning away slightly. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re very dear to me, Cody. You have been for a long time.” He looked up again, and their eyes locked. Crystal blue staring into deep brown.

These last few months, it was like they were trapped in a dance. Neither of them wanted to go too far, in case the other didn’t feel the same way. Tiptoeing around words, almost confessing how they really felt, but soon stopping.

As time went on, however, the possibility of revealing it all edged nearer. There was a line, somewhere, and they were dangerously close to crossing it.

“You mean a lot to me, Cody, more than you know.”

“Then tell me, Obi-Wan.”

They stood there, waiting, not letting their eyes stray. Both searching for an answer in the other, unsaid words almost reaching the surface.

“Cody, I-” Before he could finish, Obi-Wan’s comlink started beeping.

Neither moved for a moment, until Cody finally tore himself away. Swallowing, he said, louder than before, “You should answer that.”

Obi-Wan blinked, trying to reorient himself. “Yes. Yes, I should. I should answer that.”

He looked around the room, not fully focused, until he finally spotted his comlink on the table. Get it together, he berated himself. Not looking in the direction of the Commander, Obi-Wan answered the call.

Master Yoda’s voice filled the room. “Master Kenobi, a conversation about the missing Senators I would like to have, if available you are.”

Running a hand through his hair before quickly sliding on his helmet, Cody walked out of his General’s (General, nothing more, he had to remember that) quarters with a quick nod back at the other man.

There were more important things to deal with. Things that were more important than the feelings that burned in them both, but weren’t meant to be revealed.

For now.

But Cody didn’t know that yet.

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Next up is Blyla and that is gonna be alllll the angst. Hope you enjoyed!

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