I have written for Rebels, yes, I got a few shots of that but people stopped requesting for the stories after a while for some reason. But yes, I’ve written for Rebels and a few from the original series with Luke and Leia, though admittedly not as much
sometimes you start reading a fic and immediately you’re like OH this was written by a child. okay. please know that i am proud of you but also i cannot keep reading this
“this kid is in eighth grade, and their teacher just told them that using ‘said’ is bad, so they’re plumbing the depths of the dictionary for every single other dialogue tag that exists – and some that don’t – and I’m proud of them for expanding their vocabulary, but I must depart all the same”
Frowning as he came to a stop, Obi-Wan looked around the camp.
Everything looked like normal.
Trooper bustling around, Skywalker and Tano using some time to work on her studies and thankfully keeping out of Obi-Wan’s path, Qui-Gon meditating by the century large tree on the west side…
But the Force was prodding Obi-Wan to look.
Look past the obvious, look past the easy.
Around his neck, Cotton gave a curious little chitter and Obi-Wan reached up on auto-pilot to gently scratch at her feathered head. With the Force quietly prodding at him, Obi-Wan looked, reaching into the Shadows and undercover skills he had earned through a decade of pain and torment.
And he found what was different.
There.
The Shiny carrying a crate.
Obi-Wan made sure not to look right at them after catching what was unusual.
The shiny was moving far too fluidly, like a veteran, to be what he was pretending to be. But when he paused and put down the crate at his feet, a few clicks from where he had started and pulled his helmet off for a few seconds, Obi-Wan could confirm that the person was indeed a clone.
He wore the same face, a tad more lined than a shiny should have but that could be a defect in the cloning process, it had happened before. But the way he was messing with the helmet…
Obi-Wan eyes narrowed slightly.
Then they widened with realization as he took in that the crate was medical supplies and food.
There was only one person that could pass for a clone and yet not be a clone as no deserter clone would ever come close to the GAR if they could help it. And Obi-Wan knew this was no clone as the equipment was clearly unusual for him and he moved too fluidly in his armor to be a shiny and even then, as a shiny, they should be used to the helmet… unless they had another type of helmet they were prior used to.
Jango Fett.
‘But Jango Fett died on Geonosis… didn’t he?’ Obi-Wan continued watching him, watching where he was going.
If he remembered right… no one had found the man’s body or armor afterward.
Or his ship.
It had been assumed that Boba Fett had run of with it, taken his buir’s body for burial somewhere and the ship to fly away, much to the discomfort of many Jedi aware of it, Mace the foremost since he was the one to dispatch of Jango Fett.
He was just a child after all and none of the Jedi had the resources or time with the war to find him, despite being uncomfortable with the idea of the child just drifting around after what had happened.
But…
‘If its him, how did he survive. I know he was injured, I saw Mace saber pass through his throat…’ Obi-Wan puzzled even as he quietly started following the man without being obvious, slipping in and out of view when he turned, likely feeling Obi-Wan tracking him.
But Obi-Wan had not been a shadow or a bloody hand for the council and the Senate’s worst missions for no reason and therefore Jango did not see his tail, despite his suspicion to having one.
By the time Jango made his way out of the camp and started ditched the shiny armor in the forest on the north of the camp, Obi-Wan was already in the trees above the man when he entered the forest. He had realized the former Mand’alor prospect destination and decided to beat him to the punch, quietly following him while masking his being, moving around the tents and jumping up into the branches a full minute before the man arrived.
He also saw how Jango had survived.
The armor fully removed bared his throat and now Obi-Wan could see his throat was covered in machinery, black and silver but not too bulky, clearly knitting his throat and likely working as a voice box, so he could talk.
Expensive tech, either Jango had shelled out after some expensive jobs or from the Kamino job or someone owed the man the debt of a lifetime. Not just anyone could get their hand on the kind of tech that had likely saved Jango’s life after Geonosis.
‘But how did Boba get his father to a facility in tim-carbonite,’ The realization hit Obi-Wan hard but not out of nowhere. It wouldn’t be the first time a critically injured person had been put in a stasis, even carboon freezing, to keep them alive for a medic to arrive and a bounty hunter like Jango for sure had a carbonite chamber in his ship. ‘So he likely saved his father by using Slave 1’s carbonite chamber…’
Obi-Wan stared at the man, watching as he left the armor pieces behind and continued going with the crate, likely to return to Boba.
Above him, Obi-Wan contemplated, rubbing his chin before slowly moving forward, using the Force to keep silent while moving from tree to tree as he fell back on his black ops skills, silencing his comm and pressing Cotton gently on the muzzle to remind her to be quiet.
Obi-Wan had no information right now beyond Jango being alive and likely deciding that stealing from the GAR to supply himself and Boba was easier than getting supplies from the local… but he would get it.
Obi-Wan Kenobi always got his information, one way or another.
There is something extremely cathartic to be able to share Obi-Wan’s bed.
To be able to watch him breath slowly and steadily, his lined face at peace and almost young looking despite the grey at his temple and in his beard as he breathes slowly and steadily, a slight snore escaping him.
When Obi-Wan, shyly and a tad uncertain, had asked if Rex wanted to share quarters…
Well, Rex had been honored and relieved.
He knew the other had nightmares often and the idea of being able to keep an eye on his boyfriend, to help him work through the nightmares…
Well, he had jumped on the offer, knowing how difficult it had been for Obi-Wan after everything he had been put through by Vader. For the other to share himself like this again, to share bed and intimate space with someone, it was a huge step and Rex knew it.
It was why he had been stunned and happy when Obi-Wan had slowly drawn him into bed and curled into him, resting his head on the blond’s collarbone while tucking his own leg between Rex’s own.
From the looks of it, he had slept well from what Rex saw, the two sleeping face to face, having shifted in the night.
Unable to resist, Rex reached out to push the others hair out of his face, teasing the strands behind his ear.
Playing slowly with the growing length of hair, Rex couldn’t help but smile at the other’s sleeping face.
Obi-Wan was so stressed or lost often, ever since order 66 and his stint as Vader’s ‘doll’ and seeing this, seeing how him relaxed, soft, warm and pliant, was a gift to be treasured.
Some days, Rex couldn’t help but wonder how he, a clone, could be granted this.
If it should have been anyone, it should have been Cody, who had worked the closest with Obi-Wan.
‘But he’s not here, not yet. And Obi-Wan…’ Rex had always harbored some feelings for the redheaded Jedi. But in the war, he had put it aside and simply kept onto his fondness for the man while being professional.
Now there was no GAR, they were no longer an army and they did not follow the Rebellion after they had tried to use Obi-Wan.
Rex would never work with someone that had been willing to trade Obi-Wan back to Vader, nor would any other clone that was free and that had ever been in contact with the Jedi.
“…I can feel you staring at me.” Obi-Wan’s sleep rasped voice brought Rex out of his thoughts and he chuckled softly, resting his hand on Obi-Wan’s cheek as green eyes flickered open to peer sleepily at him, Obi-Wan smiling softly.
“Good morning.” Rex murmured quietly, not wanting to break the soft, slow moment of the morning schedule of their ship.
“Mmmn… morning.” Obi-Wan sighed happily, shifting closer to Rex. He slid a heavy, warm arm around Rex waist, tugging him in.
Willingly, Rex went, their knees knocking together lightly as they curled up chest to chest, head on their respective pillows. They really should be getting up, they had duties to preform on Homebase and breakfast to eat before that but…
To just lay there, in their bed, sharing the warmth and comfort was a luxury Rex intended to enjoy.
“Your hair is getting long.” He noted softly, teasing his fingers through the copper lengths.
The words got a quiet laugh, Obi-Wan reaching out to tease Rex hair in return, a grin growing on his face. “So is yours… do you like it?” He wondered curiously.
“Mine or yours?” Rex hummed, smirking slightly at the wry look he got in return. “I have to say, I don’t mind it. While in the GAR, it was just easier to just buzz it but now…” Rex shrugged, smiling happily. “I do like yours too though, it suits you.” He twirled the lock of hair around his finger.
Obi-Wan sighed happily at the touch, humming happily. “Well, if you want a haircut, just tell me.” He stated a tad dreamily and Rex felt a stab in his stomach.
‘It should be Cody here, having this, getting this offer…’ Guilt and love warred in him as he pulled the other to him and held onto Obi-Wan, nuzzling slowly.
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