Could we please possibly see more of that Jango!Lives AU? Maybe for whatever reason he’s on the Negotiator (Injury? Illness? Bootycall?), having No Shame™ around Obi-Wan, and the clones are Horrified™.

“And with that
we go down.” Obi-Wan said firmly, hands on the table.

“Something
you’re a pro to.” A voice spoke up behind him before Cody could
answer him.

Obi-Wan closed his
eyes and then looked behind him at his…well technically speaking
fiance even if he couldn’t verbally acknowledge him such just yet.

“You were to
behave.” He said sternly. “Only stipulation to being here was
that you behaved yourself.”

Jango lifted his
hands, smirking at him. “I am behaving. I’m just talking about
one of your many skills.”

“I could just
throw you off the Negotiator.” Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his
chest, the belt pulled taunt and shoving of the buckle that shone in
the harsh light of the Death Star.

Jango let his eyes
trail over it then he chuckled. “You wouldn’t throw an injured
man of. You know that makes Boba weepy.”

“I’ll tell
Boba you said that and that you were being an as-”

“General. The
mission plan?” Cody cleared his throat, giving a relieved sigh
inside his bucket when the General instantly turned to him.

It had been
exciting at first, to have their template onboard.

At first.

And then they had
managed to find out that their General blushed like a Jedi fan
whenever that man spoke to him in a certain tone and that was not the
image the 212th needed honestly. Nor the one where Jango
had pinned Obi-Wan up against the durasteel wall of a ship hallway
and proceeded to make the General forget that they were in a damn
hallway.

Waxer and Boil
were never going to be the same again.

Forever scarred.

For an injured
man, he sure moved fast.

“Of course Cody,
as I said, we go down and from there we seek shelter while Plo and
the Wolfpack provides air support for us. We are not suppose to
intervene in anything until we have radio contact from them,
understood?”

“Loud and clear
General.” Longshot saluted, beaming at him.

“So you’re
leaving me on the ship then?”

“Don’t whine
Jango, you’re injured or I would take you with me.” The General
offered in amusement.

“Its just a le-”

“Leg flesh
wound, I know I know, but unfortunately for you it was also full of
infection and that means you’re going to listen to Boba’s order
and stay put. Right?” Kenobi raised his brows at Fett.

“…Ugh you’d
squeal on me if I left wouldn’t you.”

“Damn right.”

The General turned
back to the battle plan, this time managing to go through the entire
thing without interruption, honestly, their template was an even
bigger pervert then Commander Snow and that was really pushing it.

At least Snow
could behave himself!

Jango couldn’t
as became clear when the General got in touching distance.

An arm snaked
around the Jedi’s waist and firmly jerked him of his feet and into
the Mando’a bounty hunters lap, the older man grinning up at
Obi-Wan with a leer. “Hello there.”

“Jang-mmn!”

“Ugh not again.”
Boil covered his eyes as Jango snogged his Jedi with only a token
resistance put up by Obi-Wan.

Honestly, it was a
good thing that Jedi usually worked alone else General Kenobi would
be kicked out of the order ages ago for Jango.

Or left, that too
was an option.

Him leaving.

“I am NOT
listening to this.” Gearshift groaned, covering his ears when
Obi-Wan let out a moan.

“General?”
Cody tried.

“Mmmn?”

“You’re on the
bridge.” Cody offered.

It seemed to take
a few seconds to penetrate whatever kissing fog Fett had induced
before the Jedi finally jerked out of the mans lap and hit him in the
shoulder. “Jango!”

Damn Mando’a
just laughed, grinning up at the other with kiss swollen lips and a
satisfied expression on his face.

Could we please possibly see more of that Jango!Lives AU? Maybe for whatever reason he’s on the Negotiator (Injury? Illness? Bootycall?), having No Shame™ around Obi-Wan, and the clones are Horrified™.

“And with that
we go down.” Obi-Wan said firmly, hands on the table.

“Something
you’re a pro to.” A voice spoke up behind him before Cody could
answer him.

Obi-Wan closed his
eyes and then looked behind him at his…well technically speaking
fiance even if he couldn’t verbally acknowledge him such just yet.

“You were to
behave.” He said sternly. “Only stipulation to being here was
that you behaved yourself.”

Jango lifted his
hands, smirking at him. “I am behaving. I’m just talking about
one of your many skills.”

“I could just
throw you off the Negotiator.” Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his
chest, the belt pulled taunt and shoving of the buckle that shone in
the harsh light of the Death Star.

Jango let his eyes
trail over it then he chuckled. “You wouldn’t throw an injured
man of. You know that makes Boba weepy.”

“I’ll tell
Boba you said that and that you were being an as-”

“General. The
mission plan?” Cody cleared his throat, giving a relieved sigh
inside his bucket when the General instantly turned to him.

It had been
exciting at first, to have their template onboard.

At first.

And then they had
managed to find out that their General blushed like a Jedi fan
whenever that man spoke to him in a certain tone and that was not the
image the 212th needed honestly. Nor the one where Jango
had pinned Obi-Wan up against the durasteel wall of a ship hallway
and proceeded to make the General forget that they were in a damn
hallway.

Waxer and Boil
were never going to be the same again.

Forever scarred.

For an injured
man, he sure moved fast.

“Of course Cody,
as I said, we go down and from there we seek shelter while Plo and
the Wolfpack provides air support for us. We are not suppose to
intervene in anything until we have radio contact from them,
understood?”

“Loud and clear
General.” Longshot saluted, beaming at him.

“So you’re
leaving me on the ship then?”

“Don’t whine
Jango, you’re injured or I would take you with me.” The General
offered in amusement.

“Its just a le-”

“Leg flesh
wound, I know I know, but unfortunately for you it was also full of
infection and that means you’re going to listen to Boba’s order
and stay put. Right?” Kenobi raised his brows at Fett.

“…Ugh you’d
squeal on me if I left wouldn’t you.”

“Damn right.”

The General turned
back to the battle plan, this time managing to go through the entire
thing without interruption, honestly, their template was an even
bigger pervert then Commander Snow and that was really pushing it.

At least Snow
could behave himself!

Jango couldn’t
as became clear when the General got in touching distance.

An arm snaked
around the Jedi’s waist and firmly jerked him of his feet and into
the Mando’a bounty hunters lap, the older man grinning up at
Obi-Wan with a leer. “Hello there.”

“Jang-mmn!”

“Ugh not again.”
Boil covered his eyes as Jango snogged his Jedi with only a token
resistance put up by Obi-Wan.

Honestly, it was a
good thing that Jedi usually worked alone else General Kenobi would
be kicked out of the order ages ago for Jango.

Or left, that too
was an option.

Him leaving.

“I am NOT
listening to this.” Gearshift groaned, covering his ears when
Obi-Wan let out a moan.

“General?”
Cody tried.

“Mmmn?”

“You’re on the
bridge.” Cody offered.

It seemed to take
a few seconds to penetrate whatever kissing fog Fett had induced
before the Jedi finally jerked out of the mans lap and hit him in the
shoulder. “Jango!”

Damn Mando’a
just laughed, grinning up at the other with kiss swollen lips and a
satisfied expression on his face.

In TwinSuns did Anakin ever get that EMP to work? Did Ben get to use it in time? Did they find out about Palpi being a Sith? Did Cody get his NSFW time with Ben? Did Ben and Jocasta ever get to over hull the security on the Archives? Did Anakin really fallow what Ben said about Padme?

“This…is not
exactly how I imagined seeing you nude.” Cody confessed quietly as
he added another layer of bandage to Ben’s body, the Jedi sitting
as quietly as possible to make it easier for him.

“If I’m
honest, not how I imagined it either.” Ben laughed quietly before
lifting his arms up so the other could go around his rib cage.
“Though technically speaking I’m still wearing socks.”

Cody grumbled out
an answer but did quirk a small smile as he tied of the bandage on
the skinny chest.

“I’m no medic
but that should hold, now lets get you back into clothes.”

“Mine are pretty
torn though.” Ben looked to the rags that had been his tunic and
leggings. “Boots look good still, which is good they were a gift
from Master Mace.”

Looking around,
Cody got up. “There should be some clone blacks here, those will
fit you easily. You’re not as big as we are.”

“Not as big as
most.” Ben smiled, long ago having found peace with that fact.

“I still can’t
believe you fell through the glass and an acid vat.” Cody mumbled
as he started digging around in the Kamino facility lockers.

“Just be happy I
didn’t hurt myself more then this. Acid is nasty stuff.” Ben
countered, hands in his lap.

For some bizarre
reason he didn’t feel shy in front of Cody about his state of
dress, he just felt tired and grateful the other was there. “Captain
Snow and the others must be out of their minds looking for us by now.
And if Anakin or Qui-Gon has joined them…” He sighed and shook
his head.

“99 is bound to
have kept an eye on us. He adores you.” Cody tried to comfort,
knowing how protective all of them were of the Jedi.

Snow had
personally given Cody the shovel talk, though it more involved
grenades and a very inventive way to use a helmet. He’d been more
reluctantly impressed then scared.

“I treat him
like a person, like a vod. I know what its like being different and
treated…differently for it.” Ben settled on.

Cody returned to
him and stroked his cheek gently before helping Ben up and into the
blacks carefully, fingers often caressing the onyx pendant he had
given the other man.

“You know better
then me so can the water break in here?”

“It shouldn’t
unless there’s a weak construction point. Or we fall so far down
the pressure cracks holes. But it feels like we’ve stopped so I
think we got lucky and landed on a plateau.” Cody frowned before
closing up the blacks. “Its going to get cold though, this far
down, emergency power is never meant to last long.”

That got a nod out
of Ben. “So conserve heat is what you’re saying and make sure the
emergency beacon is going until the last.”

“Yes. So stay
close to me?”

Ben gave him a
soft smile that was only slightly marred by the bacta bandage on his
right cheek and the bruise on his left. “Of course Cody.”

‘Kark if he
isn’t beautiful, how did I manage…kark.’ He reached out and
slid his arm around the others waist, gently leading Ben with him to
what he knew was the master computer of this sunken Kamino facility.

“I’m amazed
the Separatists got a shot in on Kamino, considering how protected it
is.”

“They were bound
to get lucky eventually.” Ben sighed, leaning against his side with
a fine tremor going through his slender body. “I just hope the
others are doing good.”

“As good as you
are, I highly doubt us two would make an impact.” Cody offered
dryly and pulled him closer as he felt another tremor go through
Ben’s body. “…I like how your hair is coming out, curls.” He
murmured instead of drawing attention to the shivering.

“Anakin said I’d
look like a space sheep if I let it get to short and curly. I’m
trying out which length I like now.” Ben confessed sheepishly.

“If…it matters
any-” Cody stopped and ran his hand through the shoulder length
hair with a slow hand as he watched the copper curled strands slide
through his fingers. “I like it just like this, a little length to
play with but enough to be pulled back and away for when you’re
doing important things.”

Leaning into the
touch, Ben smiled softly up at him. “If it matters, I like it too,
for the same reason.”

‘We’re how
many feet below the surface in what may be our container of death,
he’s injured and getting cold and all I can think about is…’
Cody cupped the others face, tilting it up.

Ben slid his arms
back up around his shoulders in turn, giving him a tiny mischievous
smile. “Not really the time for this Commander…”

“We’re trapped
without anyone else around…body heat tends to keep you warm I’ve
heard.” Cody murmured.

“Beacon first?”
Ben whispered even as Cody pressed closer, the others warm body
covering his own. Ben had an odd feeling of deja vu that went away
quickly as the lips sealed over his, the sensation of warmth and
comfort in that lingering kiss as Cody’s hands slowly moved, one
going to the back of his head and the other sliding down to his
waist.

The one in his
hand tilted his head back ever so slowly, the kiss deepening as a
slick muscle gently prodded at his lips.

Ben could drown
like this.

Just this moment
he could spend forever, pinned to a slowly warming wall against
Cody’s muscled body with his lips on his as they explored a
tentative deep kiss.

“I think I love
you.” Cody whispered when he pulled back, staring at the Jedi in
his arms.

Ben opened his
eyes to stare up at the other before smiling softly. “Think?”

“I don’t know,
I’ve never been in love before.” Cody caressed the soft copper
curls in his hand. “How do I tell?”

“I don’t know.
Lets figure it out together?” Ben stood on his toes and kissed the
other sweetly. “If we survive this war…we can have forever to
figure it out.”

“Forever?”
Cody chuckled, feeling his heart pound at the implication.

“I like to think
of forever with you.” Ben confirmed before pulling Cody back into
the kiss.

()()()

“I’d tell you
its nice to see you and tease you a bit but I don’t think I will.”
Anakin wrapped his brother in a thermo blanket, frowning in worry.
“You’re FREEZING, your lips are blue.”

“Cody and me did
our best but when all power went out, so did what little warmth there
was.” Ben snuggled into his warm brother and nodded to Commander
Snow when the other followed him into the room. “And I didn’t
want to use the Force unless it became an emergency. Keeping warm
could come second to hopefully escaping.”

Anakin grumbled
but held the other tight to him, nodding to Cody in thanks and
getting a half smile in return. “And you’re covered in bandages
and your clothes are gone too, how?”

“I fell through
several windows and an acid vat.”

“…Of course
you did.” Anakin shook his head and kept his arm around his brother
as he started to lead him towards the Kaminoan sub they had used to
get to the facility that sunk.

“The troopers
underarmor blacks are surprisingly comfortable I’ll have you know.
And warm.” Ben added, leaning against his side. “Did you get the
Separatists of off Kamino?”

“Most of them,
the Wolfpack and 212th are handling the rest while we got
sent to retrieve you two from the bottom of the ocean.”

“And you still
have the…”

“Of course. 99
is looking after it. I should have it calibrated in a day or two as
long as no new attack happens.”

Ben face perked up
at that news while the troopers exchanged looks behind them.

Snow just shrugged
at Cody, having no clue what his General was up to.

In TwinSuns did Anakin ever get that EMP to work? Did Ben get to use it in time? Did they find out about Palpi being a Sith? Did Cody get his NSFW time with Ben? Did Ben and Jocasta ever get to over hull the security on the Archives? Did Anakin really fallow what Ben said about Padme?

“This…is not
exactly how I imagined seeing you nude.” Cody confessed quietly as
he added another layer of bandage to Ben’s body, the Jedi sitting
as quietly as possible to make it easier for him.

“If I’m
honest, not how I imagined it either.” Ben laughed quietly before
lifting his arms up so the other could go around his rib cage.
“Though technically speaking I’m still wearing socks.”

Cody grumbled out
an answer but did quirk a small smile as he tied of the bandage on
the skinny chest.

“I’m no medic
but that should hold, now lets get you back into clothes.”

“Mine are pretty
torn though.” Ben looked to the rags that had been his tunic and
leggings. “Boots look good still, which is good they were a gift
from Master Mace.”

Looking around,
Cody got up. “There should be some clone blacks here, those will
fit you easily. You’re not as big as we are.”

“Not as big as
most.” Ben smiled, long ago having found peace with that fact.

“I still can’t
believe you fell through the glass and an acid vat.” Cody mumbled
as he started digging around in the Kamino facility lockers.

“Just be happy I
didn’t hurt myself more then this. Acid is nasty stuff.” Ben
countered, hands in his lap.

For some bizarre
reason he didn’t feel shy in front of Cody about his state of
dress, he just felt tired and grateful the other was there. “Captain
Snow and the others must be out of their minds looking for us by now.
And if Anakin or Qui-Gon has joined them…” He sighed and shook
his head.

“99 is bound to
have kept an eye on us. He adores you.” Cody tried to comfort,
knowing how protective all of them were of the Jedi.

Snow had
personally given Cody the shovel talk, though it more involved
grenades and a very inventive way to use a helmet. He’d been more
reluctantly impressed then scared.

“I treat him
like a person, like a vod. I know what its like being different and
treated…differently for it.” Ben settled on.

Cody returned to
him and stroked his cheek gently before helping Ben up and into the
blacks carefully, fingers often caressing the onyx pendant he had
given the other man.

“You know better
then me so can the water break in here?”

“It shouldn’t
unless there’s a weak construction point. Or we fall so far down
the pressure cracks holes. But it feels like we’ve stopped so I
think we got lucky and landed on a plateau.” Cody frowned before
closing up the blacks. “Its going to get cold though, this far
down, emergency power is never meant to last long.”

That got a nod out
of Ben. “So conserve heat is what you’re saying and make sure the
emergency beacon is going until the last.”

“Yes. So stay
close to me?”

Ben gave him a
soft smile that was only slightly marred by the bacta bandage on his
right cheek and the bruise on his left. “Of course Cody.”

‘Kark if he
isn’t beautiful, how did I manage…kark.’ He reached out and
slid his arm around the others waist, gently leading Ben with him to
what he knew was the master computer of this sunken Kamino facility.

“I’m amazed
the Separatists got a shot in on Kamino, considering how protected it
is.”

“They were bound
to get lucky eventually.” Ben sighed, leaning against his side with
a fine tremor going through his slender body. “I just hope the
others are doing good.”

“As good as you
are, I highly doubt us two would make an impact.” Cody offered
dryly and pulled him closer as he felt another tremor go through
Ben’s body. “…I like how your hair is coming out, curls.” He
murmured instead of drawing attention to the shivering.

“Anakin said I’d
look like a space sheep if I let it get to short and curly. I’m
trying out which length I like now.” Ben confessed sheepishly.

“If…it matters
any-” Cody stopped and ran his hand through the shoulder length
hair with a slow hand as he watched the copper curled strands slide
through his fingers. “I like it just like this, a little length to
play with but enough to be pulled back and away for when you’re
doing important things.”

Leaning into the
touch, Ben smiled softly up at him. “If it matters, I like it too,
for the same reason.”

‘We’re how
many feet below the surface in what may be our container of death,
he’s injured and getting cold and all I can think about is…’
Cody cupped the others face, tilting it up.

Ben slid his arms
back up around his shoulders in turn, giving him a tiny mischievous
smile. “Not really the time for this Commander…”

“We’re trapped
without anyone else around…body heat tends to keep you warm I’ve
heard.” Cody murmured.

“Beacon first?”
Ben whispered even as Cody pressed closer, the others warm body
covering his own. Ben had an odd feeling of deja vu that went away
quickly as the lips sealed over his, the sensation of warmth and
comfort in that lingering kiss as Cody’s hands slowly moved, one
going to the back of his head and the other sliding down to his
waist.

The one in his
hand tilted his head back ever so slowly, the kiss deepening as a
slick muscle gently prodded at his lips.

Ben could drown
like this.

Just this moment
he could spend forever, pinned to a slowly warming wall against
Cody’s muscled body with his lips on his as they explored a
tentative deep kiss.

“I think I love
you.” Cody whispered when he pulled back, staring at the Jedi in
his arms.

Ben opened his
eyes to stare up at the other before smiling softly. “Think?”

“I don’t know,
I’ve never been in love before.” Cody caressed the soft copper
curls in his hand. “How do I tell?”

“I don’t know.
Lets figure it out together?” Ben stood on his toes and kissed the
other sweetly. “If we survive this war…we can have forever to
figure it out.”

“Forever?”
Cody chuckled, feeling his heart pound at the implication.

“I like to think
of forever with you.” Ben confirmed before pulling Cody back into
the kiss.

()()()

“I’d tell you
its nice to see you and tease you a bit but I don’t think I will.”
Anakin wrapped his brother in a thermo blanket, frowning in worry.
“You’re FREEZING, your lips are blue.”

“Cody and me did
our best but when all power went out, so did what little warmth there
was.” Ben snuggled into his warm brother and nodded to Commander
Snow when the other followed him into the room. “And I didn’t
want to use the Force unless it became an emergency. Keeping warm
could come second to hopefully escaping.”

Anakin grumbled
but held the other tight to him, nodding to Cody in thanks and
getting a half smile in return. “And you’re covered in bandages
and your clothes are gone too, how?”

“I fell through
several windows and an acid vat.”

“…Of course
you did.” Anakin shook his head and kept his arm around his brother
as he started to lead him towards the Kaminoan sub they had used to
get to the facility that sunk.

“The troopers
underarmor blacks are surprisingly comfortable I’ll have you know.
And warm.” Ben added, leaning against his side. “Did you get the
Separatists of off Kamino?”

“Most of them,
the Wolfpack and 212th are handling the rest while we got
sent to retrieve you two from the bottom of the ocean.”

“And you still
have the…”

“Of course. 99
is looking after it. I should have it calibrated in a day or two as
long as no new attack happens.”

Ben face perked up
at that news while the troopers exchanged looks behind them.

Snow just shrugged
at Cody, having no clue what his General was up to.

‘Guess it’s time to inform General Skywalker of Obi-Wan’s condition’ I NEED TO SEE THIS!!! Does Anakin know about the Accidental-Army-of-Alphs? And how is he going to react to ‘Obi-Wan is sick and didn’t want to rest because work’?!? I do love your writing.

“There’s
going to be drinking.” Anakin settled on, staring at Cody. “Run
it by me again.”

“Really
General? You’ve had this explenatio-”

“Again
please Cody.” The blond sighed, rubbing his face.

“…Your
Omega former Master got trapped with me without suppressors, because
of this he entered heat and triggered my rut, natural occurrences
both of them without any medication to keep us leveled.”

Anakin
took a slow sip of water and nodded. “Normal enough.” He muttered
though Cody was pretty sure that he was doing his best to keep his
head level.

“Yes
well it proves that the clones, sharing DNA as we do…we promptly
bonded Obi-Wan as the omega to the entire army…”

“And
there’s the weird part.” Anakin grumbled, rubbing his face. “I’ve
had eight different people explain it to me and still can’t make
sense of it.”

“Yes
well the thing is that as our omega, we know when he needs things
now. And we can tell him to take it easy when he’s sick. Which is
what he is now.”

Sitting
back in his chair, the blond Jedi eyed Cody, a spark of curiosity
entering his eyes. “So he’s really relaxing? Curled up in bed,
doing nothing? Not even work on his pad?”

“Rex
wouldn’t allow him to, he needs to rest with the local cough going
through him, he has a strong fever, body ache and he keeps sweating.”
The commander confirmed.

“…I
could have kriffing needed that as an apprentice, did you know how
hard it was to get that man to take a break even when he was
basically coughing up his lung?” Anakin grumbled a bit before
sighing. “So I’m in charge then.”

“Yes
sir, Obi-Wan is much to sick to do much.”

“…You
keep calling him Obi-Wan.” Anakin eyed him.

“…He’s
my omega. Our omega. Its… harder to separate that in my mind when
he needs me. He’s not so much general when he needs us to…when he
has to be looked after.” Cody shifted. When Obi-Wan was healthy, on
his feet, running around…

He
was General.

That
was a fact.

They
respected that.

But
when Obi-Wan was sore and sweaty and needed care, that was what he
was, Obi-Wan, their mate who just wanted a cup of tea and someone to
hold him.

“Oh.”
Anakin blinked, sitting back. “So its…huh. I get it, Alpha care.
Padme gets like that with me sometimes, she says it comes naturally
from wanting to protect and care for your mates.”

“…Thought
you were a beta sir?”

“I
am, but I’m still mated to an alpha and she reacts if I’m…”
He gestured vaguely. “Its kind of sweet, sometimes a bit
frustrating but mostly sweet.”

‘I
bet if you were an omega you’d be pregnant.’ Cody thought dryly
before promptly shoving that thought under the carpet.

One
it was disrespectful.

Two
of course Skywalker was going to be careful in a war.

And
three birth controls existed for a reason.

“If
that’s all sir? I need to take over Captain Rex’s duties too in
the meantime you see, Obi-Wan didn’t want to be alone and…well
you can imagine.”

“Yeah,
course. Look after Obi-Wan
okay? And I don’t have to mention that if any of you hurt him…”
The Jedi let the words trail off before shrugging.

“Of
course sir.”

‘Guess it’s time to inform General Skywalker of Obi-Wan’s condition’ I NEED TO SEE THIS!!! Does Anakin know about the Accidental-Army-of-Alphs? And how is he going to react to ‘Obi-Wan is sick and didn’t want to rest because work’?!? I do love your writing.

“There’s
going to be drinking.” Anakin settled on, staring at Cody. “Run
it by me again.”

“Really
General? You’ve had this explenatio-”

“Again
please Cody.” The blond sighed, rubbing his face.

“…Your
Omega former Master got trapped with me without suppressors, because
of this he entered heat and triggered my rut, natural occurrences
both of them without any medication to keep us leveled.”

Anakin
took a slow sip of water and nodded. “Normal enough.” He muttered
though Cody was pretty sure that he was doing his best to keep his
head level.

“Yes
well it proves that the clones, sharing DNA as we do…we promptly
bonded Obi-Wan as the omega to the entire army…”

“And
there’s the weird part.” Anakin grumbled, rubbing his face. “I’ve
had eight different people explain it to me and still can’t make
sense of it.”

“Yes
well the thing is that as our omega, we know when he needs things
now. And we can tell him to take it easy when he’s sick. Which is
what he is now.”

Sitting
back in his chair, the blond Jedi eyed Cody, a spark of curiosity
entering his eyes. “So he’s really relaxing? Curled up in bed,
doing nothing? Not even work on his pad?”

“Rex
wouldn’t allow him to, he needs to rest with the local cough going
through him, he has a strong fever, body ache and he keeps sweating.”
The commander confirmed.

“…I
could have kriffing needed that as an apprentice, did you know how
hard it was to get that man to take a break even when he was
basically coughing up his lung?” Anakin grumbled a bit before
sighing. “So I’m in charge then.”

“Yes
sir, Obi-Wan is much to sick to do much.”

“…You
keep calling him Obi-Wan.” Anakin eyed him.

“…He’s
my omega. Our omega. Its… harder to separate that in my mind when
he needs me. He’s not so much general when he needs us to…when he
has to be looked after.” Cody shifted. When Obi-Wan was healthy, on
his feet, running around…

He
was General.

That
was a fact.

They
respected that.

But
when Obi-Wan was sore and sweaty and needed care, that was what he
was, Obi-Wan, their mate who just wanted a cup of tea and someone to
hold him.

“Oh.”
Anakin blinked, sitting back. “So its…huh. I get it, Alpha care.
Padme gets like that with me sometimes, she says it comes naturally
from wanting to protect and care for your mates.”

“…Thought
you were a beta sir?”

“I
am, but I’m still mated to an alpha and she reacts if I’m…”
He gestured vaguely. “Its kind of sweet, sometimes a bit
frustrating but mostly sweet.”

‘I
bet if you were an omega you’d be pregnant.’ Cody thought dryly
before promptly shoving that thought under the carpet.

One
it was disrespectful.

Two
of course Skywalker was going to be careful in a war.

And
three birth controls existed for a reason.

“If
that’s all sir? I need to take over Captain Rex’s duties too in
the meantime you see, Obi-Wan didn’t want to be alone and…well
you can imagine.”

“Yeah,
course. Look after Obi-Wan
okay? And I don’t have to mention that if any of you hurt him…”
The Jedi let the words trail off before shrugging.

“Of
course sir.”

Would love to read more about memorie loss Obi-Wan! Maybe with the remaining 212th and 501th clones?

“Ouf!”
Cody blinked in surprise as he walked right into a shape around the
corner, the men stopping right behind him as he stared down at…at…

“General…”
He whispered out before quickly pulling himself together and offering
the rumbled looking man his hands. “Sir, here. I apologize, I
wasn’t expecting anyone down the corridor.” He managed to get
out, helping the redhead up.

No
one was suppose to be there, the 212th were on cleanup
duty!

“No
apologies needed.” Warm, clean high Coruscantian filled the air
along with a small smile. “I think I’ve gotten myself lost. A
nice R2 unit let me down here but I lost sight of him and…well
lost.” A sheepish laugh.

Cody
desperately wanted to cling to the others hands but forced himself to
let go. “I see, that may be R2D2, the Emperors unit. It can be
mischievous but I don’t think it meant any harm.” He assured.

“That
does explain why the door shut behind me.” Obi-Wan glanced back at
the elevator then turned sheepish green eyes on them. “You wouldn’t
mind helping me?”

He
wanted to scream ‘of course not’ that he’d be willing to do
anything for the other man. That he’d give anything for Obi-Wan to
continue smiling at him and the rest of the 212th like
that.

‘We
shot you down, but you’re here and you’re injured and kind of
broken but you’re HERE.’

He
didn’t say any of that. “Of course sir. Where were you going?”

“I
was trying to find the training salle An-the Emperor talked about.
Get some workout, I’m starting to feel…cooped up.”

“I
see, of course, there is one on this level actually if you don’t
mind us walking around doing cleanup duty.” Cody offered, hopeful
that they may be able to keep half an eye on the man.

“Really!
Well then R2 wasn’t being mischievous, please then.”

()()()

“There
you are. I was wondering where you went.” Anakin moved into the
gym, one of many on the entire ship. Obi-Wan stopped mid move and
smiled at him.

“Yes,
I needed to move, I was getting really cramped up.” Obi-Wan offered
in turn to the unasked question.

“I
see. I do wish you would have left me a message, I spent some time
looking after you.” Not strictly true but telling Obi-Wan that he
could track him through the bond sounded unwise even to Anakin.

“I
apologize, I just…” The other shrugged and Anakin reached out,
resting a hand on his shoulder.

“Its
fine. Just next time, please?”

“Next
time, for sure.” Obi-Wan smiled at him, that warm and gentle smile
that always set Anakin’s thundering heart at ease.

‘I
need talk to him about who he was…I need to tell him before we
reach Coruscant…’ The media would devour him whole if he didn’t
warn Obi-Wan.

The
Negotiator back on Coruscant.

Alive.

Damaged.

But
alive.

“Obi-Wan…I
have some things I need to speak to you about.”

“I
get the feeling its serious.”

“It
is.”

“Does
this have anything to do with the poster of me in Jedi robes and the
name Negotiator written on?”

“…”

“I’m
not oblivious sire.”

“Doooon’t
call me that, not you, not alone.”

“Then
can I have the truth?”

Anakin
sighed but nodded, taking the other by the shoulder. “Yes. But
you’re not going to like it. No you’re not going to like most of
what I have to say and I’m not even sure how much I should tell
you.”

“How
about you tell me about the fact that I used to be a Jedi?” Obi-Wan
smiled at him. “And we’ll…take it from there…see if I
remember anything?”

“Okay.”
Anakin breathed out. “So…you used to be my teacher and…”

Would love to read more about memorie loss Obi-Wan! Maybe with the remaining 212th and 501th clones?

“Ouf!”
Cody blinked in surprise as he walked right into a shape around the
corner, the men stopping right behind him as he stared down at…at…

“General…”
He whispered out before quickly pulling himself together and offering
the rumbled looking man his hands. “Sir, here. I apologize, I
wasn’t expecting anyone down the corridor.” He managed to get
out, helping the redhead up.

No
one was suppose to be there, the 212th were on cleanup
duty!

“No
apologies needed.” Warm, clean high Coruscantian filled the air
along with a small smile. “I think I’ve gotten myself lost. A
nice R2 unit let me down here but I lost sight of him and…well
lost.” A sheepish laugh.

Cody
desperately wanted to cling to the others hands but forced himself to
let go. “I see, that may be R2D2, the Emperors unit. It can be
mischievous but I don’t think it meant any harm.” He assured.

“That
does explain why the door shut behind me.” Obi-Wan glanced back at
the elevator then turned sheepish green eyes on them. “You wouldn’t
mind helping me?”

He
wanted to scream ‘of course not’ that he’d be willing to do
anything for the other man. That he’d give anything for Obi-Wan to
continue smiling at him and the rest of the 212th like
that.

‘We
shot you down, but you’re here and you’re injured and kind of
broken but you’re HERE.’

He
didn’t say any of that. “Of course sir. Where were you going?”

“I
was trying to find the training salle An-the Emperor talked about.
Get some workout, I’m starting to feel…cooped up.”

“I
see, of course, there is one on this level actually if you don’t
mind us walking around doing cleanup duty.” Cody offered, hopeful
that they may be able to keep half an eye on the man.

“Really!
Well then R2 wasn’t being mischievous, please then.”

()()()

“There
you are. I was wondering where you went.” Anakin moved into the
gym, one of many on the entire ship. Obi-Wan stopped mid move and
smiled at him.

“Yes,
I needed to move, I was getting really cramped up.” Obi-Wan offered
in turn to the unasked question.

“I
see. I do wish you would have left me a message, I spent some time
looking after you.” Not strictly true but telling Obi-Wan that he
could track him through the bond sounded unwise even to Anakin.

“I
apologize, I just…” The other shrugged and Anakin reached out,
resting a hand on his shoulder.

“Its
fine. Just next time, please?”

“Next
time, for sure.” Obi-Wan smiled at him, that warm and gentle smile
that always set Anakin’s thundering heart at ease.

‘I
need talk to him about who he was…I need to tell him before we
reach Coruscant…’ The media would devour him whole if he didn’t
warn Obi-Wan.

The
Negotiator back on Coruscant.

Alive.

Damaged.

But
alive.

“Obi-Wan…I
have some things I need to speak to you about.”

“I
get the feeling its serious.”

“It
is.”

“Does
this have anything to do with the poster of me in Jedi robes and the
name Negotiator written on?”

“…”

“I’m
not oblivious sire.”

“Doooon’t
call me that, not you, not alone.”

“Then
can I have the truth?”

Anakin
sighed but nodded, taking the other by the shoulder. “Yes. But
you’re not going to like it. No you’re not going to like most of
what I have to say and I’m not even sure how much I should tell
you.”

“How
about you tell me about the fact that I used to be a Jedi?” Obi-Wan
smiled at him. “And we’ll…take it from there…see if I
remember anything?”

“Okay.”
Anakin breathed out. “So…you used to be my teacher and…”

May we have a Rex/Cody/Obi-Wan starting after Order 66 ? Rebel Rex and Obi saving Cody, dechipping him and something begin between them, please?

“…You
know he might not be the same.” Obi-Wan offered quietly from behind
Rex as they both watched the sleeping form through the medical window
in the Rebel base Senator Organa had set up.

“He’s
still my Vod, still your commander.” Rex murmured.

“I
know, that’s why I’m here.” There was an unsaid ‘still here’.

The
Jedi had clearly seen better days, his tunics, if you were generous,
were worn, covered in dirt and had minor burn holes in them of all
things.

Rex
wasn’t sure what to say to that, what could he say, he didn’t
want Obi-Wan to leave, not when there were so few things left of what
was. “Perhaps when he’s up…we could go with you?” He didn’t
look behind him but eyed the relief mingled expression that crossed
Obi-Wan’s in the window.

“I…may
like that. I’m not going somewhere pleasant though.”

“That’s
fine. I don’t think I want to be near the Core now anyhow.”

()()()

He
hadn’t been there for when Cody woke up, sleeping for the first
time in what felt like days since he had helped Ahsoka off Coruscant.
But when he woke, Obi-Wan and Cody were sitting on the bed, talking
quietly together.

They
are both red eyed and Cody is wearing a bandage around his head from
the chip removal but they are talking, softly together and Cody is
clinging to the Jedi’s hand as if its the last thing he wants to
lose in the world.

Until
he sees Rex.

Then
he’s clinging to both, holding on tightly, whispering Mando’a
prayers under his breath.

They
left the same day, the former Jedi taking a long goodbye with his
friend the Senator with a babe in his arms before they board the ship
with many others.

A
normal transport shuttle when once a man like Obi-Wan could have
commanded his own private ships.

But
the man didn’t look to disturbed as he found his seat and cuddled
the boy to him, sitting with the two clones in civilian clothes. He
did look tired, did look worn and when they finally touched down on
Tatooine…

Well
Rex and Cody took charge, Cody took the babe and Rex took Obi-Wan,
had him settled into the bed of an inn they rented and had him
covered up in the blanket. The Jedi looked like he wanted protest but
he was to tired to really do so.

It
made Rex wonder if Obi-Wan had slept at all since his confrontation
with…

Rex
took a deep breath then returned to Cody, sliding his arm around the
others waist and held him close. “So…that’s…it then.” He
mumbled.

“Hmm?”

“End
of the Jedi. Fall of the Republic…my own fucking General.”

“You
heard the General, that wasn’t really General Skywalker, not
anymore.” Cody said sternly. “Not after what the damn sith Master
had done to him.”

“I
think that’s what Obi-Wan needs to tell himself or he loses
himself.” Rex sighed. “I think Skywalker was misguided but that
he ultimately took his own decisions that day.” He reached over and
poked Luke in the nose. “At least we got this adika.”

“Obi-Wan
doesn’t intend to keep him…something about family on Tatooine?”

“Cleigg
and Beru Lars? Just…no. Just no, Obi-Wan is clearly not thinking
straight. Giving a Force sensitive infant to farmers?” Rex frowned
at Cody. Because how could the baby of two Force sensitive be
anything but sensitive themselves?

“I
didn’t protest the separation of the twins. That’s…twisted
sense but sense in a way I guess.” Rex sighed. “But Senator
Organa knows the Force somewhat at least and Queen Breha is a level
headed woman. These two farmers…have they ever been around Force
sensitives much less infant Force sensitive?”

“…I
don’t know.”

()()()

“I-”

Rex
bit down on Obi-Wan’s neck, pulling the other more into his lap
while sucking on the others pulse point.

“I
need to-”

Cody
ran his hands along the others spine, tracing the delicate curve
before landing on the former Jedi’s bare rear and giving it a
steady squeeze.

“Oh
Force.” Obi-Wan moaned, hands clenching onto Rex shoulders.
“I-Luke-he…” He struggled for coherency.

“Is
fine. Napping.” Cody assured sweetly in the others ears. “He’s
good, I’ll take care of him if he needs us. Now let us take care of
you.”

Obi-Wan’s
thighs quivered as they were spread more over Rex still clothed
thighs. “Bu-”

“Riduur…”
Rex pulled his lips away from the skin to whisper huskily. “We got
you.”

“Oh
Force.”

May we have a Rex/Cody/Obi-Wan starting after Order 66 ? Rebel Rex and Obi saving Cody, dechipping him and something begin between them, please?

“…You
know he might not be the same.” Obi-Wan offered quietly from behind
Rex as they both watched the sleeping form through the medical window
in the Rebel base Senator Organa had set up.

“He’s
still my Vod, still your commander.” Rex murmured.

“I
know, that’s why I’m here.” There was an unsaid ‘still here’.

The
Jedi had clearly seen better days, his tunics, if you were generous,
were worn, covered in dirt and had minor burn holes in them of all
things.

Rex
wasn’t sure what to say to that, what could he say, he didn’t
want Obi-Wan to leave, not when there were so few things left of what
was. “Perhaps when he’s up…we could go with you?” He didn’t
look behind him but eyed the relief mingled expression that crossed
Obi-Wan’s in the window.

“I…may
like that. I’m not going somewhere pleasant though.”

“That’s
fine. I don’t think I want to be near the Core now anyhow.”

()()()

He
hadn’t been there for when Cody woke up, sleeping for the first
time in what felt like days since he had helped Ahsoka off Coruscant.
But when he woke, Obi-Wan and Cody were sitting on the bed, talking
quietly together.

They
are both red eyed and Cody is wearing a bandage around his head from
the chip removal but they are talking, softly together and Cody is
clinging to the Jedi’s hand as if its the last thing he wants to
lose in the world.

Until
he sees Rex.

Then
he’s clinging to both, holding on tightly, whispering Mando’a
prayers under his breath.

They
left the same day, the former Jedi taking a long goodbye with his
friend the Senator with a babe in his arms before they board the ship
with many others.

A
normal transport shuttle when once a man like Obi-Wan could have
commanded his own private ships.

But
the man didn’t look to disturbed as he found his seat and cuddled
the boy to him, sitting with the two clones in civilian clothes. He
did look tired, did look worn and when they finally touched down on
Tatooine…

Well
Rex and Cody took charge, Cody took the babe and Rex took Obi-Wan,
had him settled into the bed of an inn they rented and had him
covered up in the blanket. The Jedi looked like he wanted protest but
he was to tired to really do so.

It
made Rex wonder if Obi-Wan had slept at all since his confrontation
with…

Rex
took a deep breath then returned to Cody, sliding his arm around the
others waist and held him close. “So…that’s…it then.” He
mumbled.

“Hmm?”

“End
of the Jedi. Fall of the Republic…my own fucking General.”

“You
heard the General, that wasn’t really General Skywalker, not
anymore.” Cody said sternly. “Not after what the damn sith Master
had done to him.”

“I
think that’s what Obi-Wan needs to tell himself or he loses
himself.” Rex sighed. “I think Skywalker was misguided but that
he ultimately took his own decisions that day.” He reached over and
poked Luke in the nose. “At least we got this adika.”

“Obi-Wan
doesn’t intend to keep him…something about family on Tatooine?”

“Cleigg
and Beru Lars? Just…no. Just no, Obi-Wan is clearly not thinking
straight. Giving a Force sensitive infant to farmers?” Rex frowned
at Cody. Because how could the baby of two Force sensitive be
anything but sensitive themselves?

“I
didn’t protest the separation of the twins. That’s…twisted
sense but sense in a way I guess.” Rex sighed. “But Senator
Organa knows the Force somewhat at least and Queen Breha is a level
headed woman. These two farmers…have they ever been around Force
sensitives much less infant Force sensitive?”

“…I
don’t know.”

()()()

“I-”

Rex
bit down on Obi-Wan’s neck, pulling the other more into his lap
while sucking on the others pulse point.

“I
need to-”

Cody
ran his hands along the others spine, tracing the delicate curve
before landing on the former Jedi’s bare rear and giving it a
steady squeeze.

“Oh
Force.” Obi-Wan moaned, hands clenching onto Rex shoulders.
“I-Luke-he…” He struggled for coherency.

“Is
fine. Napping.” Cody assured sweetly in the others ears. “He’s
good, I’ll take care of him if he needs us. Now let us take care of
you.”

Obi-Wan’s
thighs quivered as they were spread more over Rex still clothed
thighs. “Bu-”

“Riduur…”
Rex pulled his lips away from the skin to whisper huskily. “We got
you.”

“Oh
Force.”