Tag: codywan

the law of our being (51/?)

Are you sure? [AO3]

Obi-Wan swallowed thickly, reading again over the ‘pad. The tension
was thick in the room; Cody, Poke, and the slicers Phreak and Hax
waiting on Obi-Wan’s reaction. This information – Obi-Wan shuddered to
think of the chaos that could result if it was made public without very
careful and deliberate setup. The slicers had been working hard at
decoding the chips the medics removed from the men, and Obi-Wan had
known in his gut that the chips were bad news.

This though – Obi-Wan had accepted that Dooku might have been telling
a version of the truth, that the Sith Lord might be at the heart of the
Senate. But the orders spelled out before him – only the Supreme
Commander of the GAR could activate them. And the Chancellor – who had
served long past the end of his term, acquiring unprecedented executive
powers – who was his Padawan’s friend and confidant – the Chancellor was
the Supreme Commander of the GAR.

“Are you sure?” Obi-Wan asked Cody, who had delivered the damning
report. Cody nodded grimly. “It’s not that I disbelieve you,” Obi-Wan
said, and Cody’s mouth thinned into a tight smile of understanding.

“I didn’t quite believe it myself,” Cody admitted.

“We can’t trust it to a transmission,” Obi-Wan said thoughtfully. “I
assume other battle groups are attempting to replicate our efforts?”

“Yes, although I haven’t heard that any of them have gotten this
far,” Cody affirmed, clearly the spokesman for their little group at the
moment.

“Alright. I’ll request an in person meeting with the Council to
present this, and ask them to hold off on action until we have
corroborating reports. We’ll need a solid plan for when we do take
action,” Obi-Wan declared wearily, rubbing his hand over his eyes. Cody
nodded. Everything would need to be perfect for them to depose the
Chancellor, and if the Sith had the slightest inkling that they
suspected him – Obi-Wan shuddered at the possible outcomes. No. They
would have to operate with the utmost secrecy and care.

The others quietly filed out, their duty complete, leaving Cody and
Obi-Wan alone in the office. For long moments, neither spoke, the
silence lengthening.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” Obi-Wan said quietly. Cody sighed.

“If you blame yourself,” Cody warned, and Obi-Wan let out a soft huff.

“No, I’m not so arrogant as that,” Obi-Wan affirmed wryly.

“Arrogant hmm?” Cody asked, going to Obi-Wan and tugging off his
gauntlet and glove so he could sink his fingers into his Jedi’s hair.
“Don’t think I’ve heard that one in a while.” Obi-Wan, who had tipped
his head into Cody’s palm, flushed slightly. “Your ad in a strop again?”
Cody asked gently, and Obi-Wan’s flush deepened. “Please remember what
we were all just thinking and where he spends all his spare time not
with Amidala.” Obi-Wan blanched at the implications, going a bit green
around the edges as the guilt sank in deeper.

“Cody,” Obi-Wan nearly whimpered, and Cody swept Obi-Wan up into his arms, enfolding his beloved.

“We’ll fix it,” Cody promised in a low growl. “I won’t let him steal
your ad.” Obi-Wan nodded, clinging close and trying not to shudder with
terror when he thought about how long the Chancellor – the Sith Lord at
the root of this war – had had unquestioned access to his beloved
Padawan. Just how much of their interpersonal strife, Obi-Wan couldn’t
help but wonder, had been seeded by the Sith? How much of Anakin’s
rebelliousness and anger was insidiously influenced by the Dark side?

Hot for Teacher

shadowmaat:

RNG for the Tropes Mashup has suggested Teacher AU and Married to the Job.

Let’s have an AU where instead of being sent to the Agricorp, Obi-Wan was sent to the EduCorp and found he actually liked it. Maybe Plo pulled him aside beforehand and expressed confidence in him, pointing out that being entrusted with the raising and education of an entire generation (or more) of Jedi was very high praise indeed.

So yes, off Obi goes and learns all kinds of things. His curiosity is fully indulged and no limits are set (or very few and mostly sensible). He learns a LOT, including how to pass on what he’s learned to others. He becomes a creche master and the younglings absolutely adore him. He makes learning FUN. And he takes them on amazing FIELD TRIPS.

He insists on continuing the field trips even after the war starts and while his truculence is indulged the Council does insist that he have a squad of clones with him. It’s ridiculous because it isn’t as if they’re going to a battlefield, they’re going to museums! But fine, he will tolerate the presence of these soldiers from the 212th and use it as yet another learning experience. Creche Master Kenobi’s opinions on the Jedi owning a slave army are… not very polite. He uses historical examples to help the kids understand why it’s bad and spends a lot of time driving home the fact that these are people. Individuals. He politely requests that Commander Cody remove his helmet and talk to the younglings about his experiences, which is very educational indeed, if not exactly something the Council would approve of if they knew. At some point Obi-Wan earns the joking title “General” and it sticks.

Hijinks, of course, ensue and Cody and the rest of Ghost Company prove that the Council was right to send them along. He and Kenobi really hit it off, but all of Cody’s careful attempts to feel out the situation seem to sail right over the ginger-haired idiot’s head. Which is fine; Cody does love a challenge. And he’ll have another challenge in trying to pry Waxer and Boil away from the younglings, but that’s another story.

Obi-Wan is indeed very intrigued with Cody, but while he’s developed some very private and controversial opinions on the Jedi’s approach to “attachments” it takes him an embarrassingly long time to realize how that applies to him. Luckily Cody is a patient man. And the reward will be so much better than a gold star.

the law of our being (50/?)

wrennette:

I think you’re beautiful. [AO3]

Cody smiled to himself as he brushed his teeth, listening to Obi-Wan
hum softly under the sonics. The ‘fresher attached to the General’s
quarters was private, but still small and basic. The logistics of
getting ready in the mornings when Cody had racked up with Obi-Wan was
both a treat of soft, sleep warm skin and an exercise in intimate space
sharing.

Theoretically, whoever as out of the bed first got the shower first,
the other taking the sink in the interim. Practically, Obi-Wan always
showered first, Cody clinging to sleep as long as possible before deftly
hurrying through his morning routine. Brush teeth, wash face, smooth
depilatory over his cheeks if he had developed appreciable stubble, run a
comb through his regulation high-and-tight. By the time he finished,
Obi-Wan was usually stepping out of the shower and so they swapped
places.

Stepping under the showerhead, Cody began washing up, listening as
Obi-Wan splashed in the sink. The quiet humming trailed off, and Obi-Wan
made a soft sound of dismay. Cody finished quickly, stepping out to
curiously look Obi-Wan over. His Jedi was frowning at his reflection in
the mirror, fussing with fingers and comb with his hair. It took a
moment more for Cody to realize the problem, then he smiled bemusedly.

“I’m not that old,” Obi-Wan fussed, frowning at Cody’s smile.

“You’re not,” Cody agreed, moving to hug Obi-Wan from behind, fingers
lightly ruffling through the white hairs that had begun to thread
through the copper art Obi-Wan’s temple. “It looks very distinguished,
and you could shave now without looking like a shiny.”

“I don’t want to look distinguished,” Obi-Wan pouted. Cody leaned in, kissing the paler hair, then the shell of Obi-Wan’s ear.

“I think you’re beautiful,” Cody assured, and Obi-Wan predictably flushed.

“You’re biased,” Obi-Wan accused, and Cody shrugged, nuzzling gently
against Obi-Wan’s silky hair. Obi-Wan huffed, but leaned into Cody for a
little longer before they parted to dress and do their duty.

the law of our being (50/?)

I think you’re beautiful. [AO3]

Cody smiled to himself as he brushed his teeth, listening to Obi-Wan
hum softly under the sonics. The ‘fresher attached to the General’s
quarters was private, but still small and basic. The logistics of
getting ready in the mornings when Cody had racked up with Obi-Wan was
both a treat of soft, sleep warm skin and an exercise in intimate space
sharing.

Theoretically, whoever as out of the bed first got the shower first,
the other taking the sink in the interim. Practically, Obi-Wan always
showered first, Cody clinging to sleep as long as possible before deftly
hurrying through his morning routine. Brush teeth, wash face, smooth
depilatory over his cheeks if he had developed appreciable stubble, run a
comb through his regulation high-and-tight. By the time he finished,
Obi-Wan was usually stepping out of the shower and so they swapped
places.

Stepping under the showerhead, Cody began washing up, listening as
Obi-Wan splashed in the sink. The quiet humming trailed off, and Obi-Wan
made a soft sound of dismay. Cody finished quickly, stepping out to
curiously look Obi-Wan over. His Jedi was frowning at his reflection in
the mirror, fussing with fingers and comb with his hair. It took a
moment more for Cody to realize the problem, then he smiled bemusedly.

“I’m not that old,” Obi-Wan fussed, frowning at Cody’s smile.

“You’re not,” Cody agreed, moving to hug Obi-Wan from behind, fingers
lightly ruffling through the white hairs that had begun to thread
through the copper art Obi-Wan’s temple. “It looks very distinguished,
and you could shave now without looking like a shiny.”

“I don’t want to look distinguished,” Obi-Wan pouted. Cody leaned in, kissing the paler hair, then the shell of Obi-Wan’s ear.

“I think you’re beautiful,” Cody assured, and Obi-Wan predictably flushed.

“You’re biased,” Obi-Wan accused, and Cody shrugged, nuzzling gently
against Obi-Wan’s silky hair. Obi-Wan huffed, but leaned into Cody for a
little longer before they parted to dress and do their duty.

the law of our being (49/?)

wrennette:

Call me when you get home
[AO3]

It was always a split imperative in Cody’s mind, an ongoing debate
within himself whether Obi-Wan was safest tucked away in the Temple or
secured at Cody’s side on the Negotiator. After fiascos like the
Rako Hardeen incident, Cody had been loathe to let Obi-Wan out of his
sight. Days when they were under heavy bombardment, their shields
flickering and hull scorched by photon torpedoes, Cody wished more than
anything Obi-Wan was on Coruscant.

Days like this, when Obi-Wan was leaving the Negotiator for a
solo mission, or because he was needed on at the Temple, were the worst.
Obi-Wan traveled in his Delta-7, with only his astromech as company,
unwilling to pull a needed pilot from the fleet, despite his general
disdain for flying. It’s another decision that Cody argued over in his
mind at length. He doesn’t like Obi-Wan going off alone. He also needs
all his aviators right where they are.

Cody arrived in the hanger at almost the same time as Obi-Wan,
although from a different direction. Obi-Wan gave him a thin, tired
smile, clearly trying to put on a good face, but just as displeased by
this separation as Cody was himself. Reaching up as he approached, Cody
pulled off his helmet.

“Fly safe,” Cody said simply, cupping the nape of Obi-Wan’s neck in his hand. Obi-Wan nodded.

“Hopefully I won’t be gone long,” Obi-Wan said. “I’m of more use out here than in the Temple.”

“No argument from me,” Cody said with a slight smile. “Call me when you get home – to the Temple, you know what I mean.”

“My dear Commander,” Obi-Wan said, his smile warming into something
real and achingly sweet, “my home is wherever you are.” Cody felt his
cheeks heat, and leaned in to nuzzle their noses together.

“Then call me when you get there, and come home safe,” Cody said hoarsely, and Obi-Wan kissed him, nodded, and was gone.

the law of our being (49/?)

Call me when you get home
[AO3]

It was always a split imperative in Cody’s mind, an ongoing debate
within himself whether Obi-Wan was safest tucked away in the Temple or
secured at Cody’s side on the Negotiator. After fiascos like the
Rako Hardeen incident, Cody had been loathe to let Obi-Wan out of his
sight. Days when they were under heavy bombardment, their shields
flickering and hull scorched by photon torpedoes, Cody wished more than
anything Obi-Wan was on Coruscant.

Days like this, when Obi-Wan was leaving the Negotiator for a
solo mission, or because he was needed on at the Temple, were the worst.
Obi-Wan traveled in his Delta-7, with only his astromech as company,
unwilling to pull a needed pilot from the fleet, despite his general
disdain for flying. It’s another decision that Cody argued over in his
mind at length. He doesn’t like Obi-Wan going off alone. He also needs
all his aviators right where they are.

Cody arrived in the hanger at almost the same time as Obi-Wan,
although from a different direction. Obi-Wan gave him a thin, tired
smile, clearly trying to put on a good face, but just as displeased by
this separation as Cody was himself. Reaching up as he approached, Cody
pulled off his helmet.

“Fly safe,” Cody said simply, cupping the nape of Obi-Wan’s neck in his hand. Obi-Wan nodded.

“Hopefully I won’t be gone long,” Obi-Wan said. “I’m of more use out here than in the Temple.”

“No argument from me,” Cody said with a slight smile. “Call me when you get home – to the Temple, you know what I mean.”

“My dear Commander,” Obi-Wan said, his smile warming into something
real and achingly sweet, “my home is wherever you are.” Cody felt his
cheeks heat, and leaned in to nuzzle their noses together.

“Then call me when you get there, and come home safe,” Cody said hoarsely, and Obi-Wan kissed him, nodded, and was gone.

the law of our being (48/?)

wrennette:

I’ll do it for you [AO3]

Obi-Wan still sat, fully dressed and skin dull with dust, when Cody
returned to his – their – bunk hours after they’d entered hyperspace.
Pale eyes, often bright with purpose or lively with mirth, were flat and
colourless in the dimness. Cody eased the lights up a bit and began to
strip out of his armour, the soft click and thunk of the plastoid filling the silence.

“Okay?” Cody asked when the quiet began to grow unnerving. Obi-Wan’s
eyes flickered to him, but his mouth remained shut, lips pressed into a
thin line nearly hidden beneath his ruddy mustache. Cody sighed, then
peeled himself out of his blacks and went to the head, efficiently
cleaning himself off. It had been a long day.

Obi-Wan still sat on their bunk when Cody stepped out into the room,
and so he didn’t bother pulling on his sleep clothes. Instead, he knelt
on the sleeping pad at Obi-Wan’s side, reaching up to rest the backs of
his fingers against his Jedi’s scruffy cheeks. Obi-Wan glanced over
again, the long day – the long week, the long bloody war sitting heavy
in his gaze.

“You need to get ready for bed Ob’ika,” Cody reminded gently. Obi-Wan
blinked, as if confused. “Did you hit your head?” he asked, ever
present worry blooming in the back of his mind. Obi-Wan blinked again,
and his gaze slid off Cody’s face. His pupils looked equal. Cody gently
brushed his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair, feeling for bumps or
lacerations.

“I’m okay,” Obi-Wan finally managed to say.

“You’re not, but it’s nothing Poke can fix,” Cody said gently,
recognizing now that Obi-Wan’s depression was rearing its head.
Obi-Wan’s head was whole, and Cody could do nothing more for his heart
than he already did, guarding that tender home with vigilance. “Come on,
let’s get you cleaned up, I’ll do it for you.” Gently, he pulled
Obi-Wan off the sleeping bench and to his feet, striping away belt and
sashes and the layers of tabards and tunics beneath. Obi-Wan stood
docile and let him, then let Cody lead him into the ‘fresher.

Humming softly, Cody washed Obi-Wan’s hair, then the rest of him. His
heart ached for Obi-Wan, who felt so much it overwhelmed him at times,
who worked so hard he was little more than whipcord muscle and sinew
knit tight over the bone. When the war is over, Cody thought, and
then blinked – he wasn’t in the habit of thinking about a future on the
other side of the war, couldn’t remember ever previously allowing or
following that train of thought. He still didn’t quite believe he’d live
though the war. When the war is over, Cody thought, for perhaps the second time in his life, I’m going to travel with Obi-Wan, and we’ll figure out what his favourite food is, and he’ll be able to sleep.