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I get basilar artery migraines. They cause “aura” before/during the headache, and can cause some crazy symptoms (seeing bright spots, tunnel vision, temporary blindness, numbness on one side of the body, dizziness, etc). The aura come first, and can be crazy to try to diagnose (imagine a patient coming in with sudden blindness and their left arm and leg asleep lol, that’s me) until the actual headache hits. Imagine Obi getting one of these and Helix going berserk until he realizes what it is…

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Glancing
at his General, Cody frowned faintly as the man was still staring at
the distance with a pinched expression on his face.

He
had been like that for the last five minutes, just standing by the
terminal Waxer was working at, staring at nothing with a… well Cody
would honestly call it confused expression since he ended his
conversation with the Ghost trooper.

‘Maybe
he’s just deep in thought?’ Cody guessed to himself. It wouldn’t
be the first time the Jedi had been lost in thoughts and Cody was
honestly very familiar with the man doing some meditation while
standing but this didn’t seem like the normal meditation stance.

Not
with how furrowed his face looked.

After
an additional five minutes, Cody finally had enough

Setting
his helmet down by Slick, he stepped over to his General and saluted
him, frowning deeply as he noted that despite looking in Cody’s
direction, the others pupils weren’t focused on him. “General, is
something wrong?” He questioned, settling into parade rest.

If
there was something going on, Cody would rather have an early warning
he had to admit.

Opening
his mouth, Obi-Wan paused before sighing deeply. “Yes, I have to
admit there is something going on Commander…” He slurred
out much to Cody’s surprise and some horror
but before Cody could ask again, Obi-Wan answered
honestly.
“I seem to be blind.” He answered with befuddlement, promptly
sending Cody’s heart thundering in his chest.

Quiet
hell broke out on the bridge after a few stunned seconds.

()()()

Scrubbing
his hands through his undone hair, Helix cursed quietly as he glanced
at his too
pale and exhausted looking General
in
the dimmed down light of the medbay.

The
man was quietly sitting on the medbay with that pinched, pained
expression still crossing it.

Still
calm looking though Helix was willing to bet that was a rouse so no
one could see how much of an emotional turmoil the other was in.

‘Okay,
think Helix, think. None of the tests are showing anything but the
symptoms are temporary
blindness,
seeing
bright spots, dizziness, ringing in the ears, extremely cold feet and
hands, slurred speech, vomiting, light
sensitivity,’
He stared at his General, watching how he flinched after a shifting.
‘He’s reacting to his clothes rubbing against his skin,
incredibly sensitive and has pain gathered in the forehead from where
it’s… spreading… wait.’

Turning
to his terminal, Helix typed quickly, lining up the symptoms as he
zeroed in on his suspect.

Migraines.

Or
rather basilar artery migraines, as
the symptoms indicated a particular kind.

‘A
basilar migraine may be caused by a constriction of blood vessels
that limit blood flow to the brain.’ He read, breathing out a bit
before looking further down, hoping he had the means to aid his
General because at this point he was close to tearing his hair out
honestly and guts and glory, please
let him be right.

‘Kark,’
Helix bared his teeth at the screen before sighing. There was nothing
he could do to remove the migraine outright, only treat the symptoms
but… glancing over the list of suggestions, Helix felt a small
smile of relief slip onto his face. ‘I have this, anti-nausea
medication, analgesic patch level three, serotonin regulator and
ergotamine, medication to directly aid with migraines. It’s a small
supply but I have some at least of that too.’

“Have
you found an answer?” Helix General suddenly asked, his voice
sounding small.

Turning
from his terminal, Helix nodded, watching Obi-Wan closely as he tried
to focus on the medic only to close his eyes. “Yes General, I do
believe I have… and you are in line for a nice long rest in the
medbay and
after that, a
good meal and a big glass of water, no caffeine,” He murmured
soothingly. “You have a migraine General, a particular kind.
Unfortunately I can’t treat it to removal but I can treat the
symptoms.” Helix stated
soothingly,
moving over to the medical closet to fetch the required items.

There
was a pause, full of surprise before Obi-Wan let out a small. “Oh.”
Of
surprise.

“I’m
also hooking you up to an Iv drip sir. Migraines like this is caused
by blood being constricted in the vessels to the brain, with triggers
like stress, caffeine, lack of sleep, prolonged hunger and many other
symptoms,” Helix turned to the man, finding Obi-Wan squinting at
him. “But perhaps those I listed to you sound familiar, hmm?” The
medic raised a brow.

He
got a sheepish, tired expression in return as
Obi-Wan shrugged slightly before wincing at the sensation that
brought on.

Sighing
in exasperated fondness, Helix felt a reluctant smile cross his face
as he strode back to his General to get him fixed up as best as he
could and then settled down to sleep. ‘Fool Jetti, if we weren’t
around, they’d run themselves into the ground in this war.’ Helix
thought sadly as he pressed the analgesic patch to Obi-Wan’s neck
and then prepped the others right hand for the IV drip needle.

And
for once, as Helix finally got the General to lay down and tucked him
in, the man didn’t argue as he let the medications take effect on
the blasted pain in his head with it’s side effect.

Sometimes
little Force miracles happened even on the Negotiator’s medbay.

‘Like
getting the General to lay down and rest.’

For Heated Teen (which is absolutely adorable by the way) can we get more of Qui-Gon being super protective of his cub?

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Sniffling
unhappily into his master’s neck, Obi-Wan clung to Qui-Gon as he
avoided the looks from the two knights they were sharing elevator
with.

It
was just their luck to be stuck in an elevator with two unmated
alphas, of course.

Obi-Wan
just wanted to get to their rooms!

Was
that really too much to ask for?

At
least Qui-Gon’s robe was doing somewhat of a job in hiding
Obi-Wan’s scent, being swaddled in an alpha’s robe and being
carried by said alpha was keeping most away and the ones who were
getting slightly brave enough to approach got growled at.

Qui-Gon
was nothing if not an impressive alpha, secure and comfortable in his
designation, though fully able to ignore it should the need arise.

He
was doing nothing to ignore it now as he was protecting his
presenting ‘cub’ as he saw it and for all that he was sixteen,
Obi-Wan had no desire to be put down or to remove Qui-Gon’s robe,
humiliated as he felt slick between his legs and the
uncomfortableness of his body going through hormones.

‘Evolution
is a son of a bitch, why do we have hormones?’
He wanted to ask Qui-Gon, or well more like whine, but he didn’t
want more attention than he already had from those two goobers that
kept staring at him.

The
moment the elevator stopped, Obi-Wan felt Qui-Gon turn his head to
look at the knights. “I do believe this is your stop.” He stated
in an icy tone that sent both knights scrambling out into the hall
before they could even realize they had passed Obi-Wan.

Snorting
faintly, Qui-Gon adjusted the hood of his robe on Obi-Wan lightly,
watching the doors shut before he relaxed. “Damn hormonal, cocksure
little shits, should keep their eyes in their skull and off my cub…”
He grumbled as he shifted his grip on Obi-Wan faintly.

Peeking
up faintly, Obi-Wan let out a tiny whining noise, trembling faintly
at the heat building low in his stomach along with his queasiness.

Blue
eyes softened at that and Qui-Gon leaned in, rubbing their cheeks
together, the stubble itching and rubbing Obi-Wan’s cheek a bit but
honestly, it was comforting and Obi-Wan needed that comfort right
now. “It’s alright Obi-Wan, we’re gonna get to our quarters
soon. Promise. Then you can slip off to your room and make a nest and
hide out. I’ll make sure everything’s alright.” The master
promised in a deep, rumbling purr that made Obi-Wan shake with how it
came from the chest Obi-Wan was curled up against.

But
the man’s words did kick his own mind into gear and Obi-Wan
squirmed a bit as he let out a soft whimpering sound. “B-But I
don’t have blankets o-or pillows for nesting master. Or absorption
pads.” He stuttered out only for Qui-Gon to let out a different
purring pitch, the sound soothing and cutting off Obi-Wan’s anxious
thoughts.

“I
got them. The
healers might have estimated you’d be a beta but I prefer being
prepared. I got pillows and soft blankets and absorption pads and
easy foods for you to eat,” Qui-Gon murmured before smiling softly.
“I knew this was an option, so I prepared, imp.” He teased
carefully.

Blinking,
staring at the man, Obi-Wan felt something lodge in his throat as his
eyes watered, hiding himself in Qui-Gon’s neck once more when those
blue eyes that had watched him train for so long and grow grew even
softer.

Wailing
quietly into the man’s neck, Obi-Wan wondered how the hell he got a
master like Qui-Gon, only to remember Bandomeer and okay, yes, he
totally deserved some care and comfort after that ordeal.

And
Qui-Gon was giving it, rocking slightly as they waited for the doors
to open to reveal the hallway for their quarters.

His
alpha master, pseudo ‘father’, teacher, caregiver and safety in
Obi-Wan’s moment of need and change.

It
was nice when you had someone you could trust when you were
vulnerable and if that was the life Obi-Wan was going towards… well
he didn’t mind it as long as his master stuck around to keep him
safe.

‘My
master.’ Obi-Wan tightened his grip in the others robe, still
crying even as he relaxed and let his heat and the Force be in charge
for now.

For feralchild, what the hell did Bruck say to make Obi-wan react like that?

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Wiping
Obi-Wan’s mouth slowly as he stood before his now silent padawan,
Qui-Gon thoughtfully observed him as the boy sat with his hands in
his lap on the medical bed, staring right back up at him with yellow
flickering eyes.

He
didn’t look wary, only quietly expectant as he always was.

Or
feral amused as he sometimes was too, much to Qui-Gon’s own
amusement.

Obi-Wan’s
major traits were obedience, curiosity, literalness and an unbridled
amusement that he took out of finding ways under others skin.

What
Qui-Gon had seen today during the duel with Bruck Chun was in line
with Obi-Wan in a rage however, as Obi-Wan more enjoyed needling his
way under someones skin and getting them to make mistakes.

Biting
was a last resort as Qui-Gon had discovered with his own calf,
Obi-Wan’s attempt to distract to get either his own or Qui-Gon’s
lightsaber, not that Qui-Gon blamed him. He had told him to treat it
as if it was real fight and in a fight, there were no rules, no
honorable battle… there was only survival.

That
was not what happened today, today was not about survival but
Obi-Wan’s raw rage and anger aimed at Chun and it made Qui-Gon
curious as he pressed his thumb to his apprentice clefted chin to make the boy focus on him. “What
happened out there?” He murmured calmly, raising his brow at
Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan
pressed his lips together until they went pale, staring right back up
at Qui-Gon, meeting him square in the eyes.

Raising
both brows, Qui-Gon didn’t take his eyes of Obi-Wan’s. “I do
not tolerate lying Obi-Wan, not even by omission.” He stated
severely.

That
had Obi-Wan’s eyes flickering, his small nose scrunching up before
he breathed out and shrugged a bit, clearly still tense as he was
digging his nails into his right wrist. “Chun just… reminded me
what Du Crion did to me, told me you weren’t going to keep me on
when he told you what happened.” He mumbled, biting his bottom lip
hard.

Pausing,
Qui-Gon stared at his padawan in confusion.

What
Xanatos had done?

Truth
be told, he hadn’t been keeping his eyes on his former apprentice,
finding him a disappointment when he let himself taper off after
their apprenticeship, but he had not heard of him approaching the
creche at all.

So
what ha-ah.

Qui-Gon
stared at him in realization. “…You’re the boy he almost choked
to death.” The Sith master murmured quietly, watching how Obi-Wan
flinched.

Bingo,
that reaction confirmed it.

He
had heard about the incident, he hadn’t been at the temple at the
time but he had still heard it.

From
what he remembered, Xanatos had walked into an Initiate in one of the
many refectory in the temple, becoming soiled with food.

The
young boy had tried apologizing but Xanatos, never one to listen and
easy to slight, had choked the poor boy, causing the Initiate to wet
themselves and would have killed him if not for the intervention of
Master Gallia.

That
boy was Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan
who had suffered humiliation he bet after the ordeal, it was
something other Initiates wouldn’t have let him forget and masters
and knights would judge him for to weigh him as a potential
apprentice. No wonder Obi-Wan had put a last gambit on destroying a
legacy when he knew the only ones looking at him were Inquisitors.

He
would have been desperate to prove himself, desperate for revenge…
desperate to not let his own powers be snuffed down so low as to
accept being an Inquisitor.

Chuckling
faintly, Qui-Gon cupped the others cheek and leaned down, pressing an
affectionate kiss to his apprentice forehead. “And here you are and
he is not, what a clever little feral child I have.” He whispered
tenderly, smiling a leonine smile when Obi-Wan stared at him with
wide eyes.

Slowly,
that surprised stare dropped into a wolfish smile as Obi-Wan pressed
into the hand cupping his cheek, seeking the gentle affection Qui-Gon
was free to share in privacy and when he was proud of his boy.

‘Feral
little boy you are, feral shall you always be.’ Qui-Gon thought
proudly as it was clear to him that Obi-Wan was feral from birth.

And
who was Qui-Gon to change something so clearly Force willed?

No,
Obi-Wan was to remain feral for life, only tempered for public
appearance and free to unleash it all in battle.

Of
that Qui-Gon was sure.

I’m gonna need some dets on how Rex reacts in Fallen for you, pretty please?

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Staring
up at the medbay ceiling, Anakin thumbed lightly at Obi-Wan’s nape
as his fellow Jedi slept against his chest as
Anakin observed the faint shadows the dim lights allowed, needing the
distraction it gave him.

The
position was honestly making Anakin’s still sore back hurt but he
wasn’t about to move when Obi-Wan was sleeping peacefully. He’d
just wait for either Helix or Bandaid to finally come back and ask
for some kind of painkiller, though it made him curious if it was
taking time for the bacta bandages on his back to heal him.

‘Maybe
it’s the acid they used, wouldn’t shock me if the chemical blend
was causing issue for the bacta…’ Anakin mused tiredly, glancing
down at the still greasy hair laying on his chest.

Not
that he was any better honestly.

They
weren’t in any shape for real showers just yet and the medics had
just done a cursory cleanup to avoid grit and dirt in any wounds
being trapped in with the bacta.

Neither
he nor Obi-Wan smelled great just yet.

‘Maybe
we can shower after the surgery… hope they got supporter bars in
the medbay fresher.’ He glanced towards the fresher door, frowning
faintly.

Actually
now that he was thinking, he wasn’t sure if the medbay fresher had
a shower at all.

Force,
he hoped they didn’t have to go all the way to the closest lockers
for a wash, that would suck balls.

Sighing
faintly, Anakin looked back down at Obi-Wan’s profile, barely able
to see the tip of his nose and the scraggy beard. ‘He’s gonna
need to shave, there are bald patches… Force he’s not gonna be
happy about that, another thing they’ve taken from him.’ He
grimaced to himself, a beard could be regrown of course but it was
still not something Obi-Wan had wanted and consented to.

Tightening
his grip around the other a bit, Anakin let out a shuddering breath.
‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry Obi-Wan. I should have… I’m not gonna
let them hurt you again, I’ll be both sword and shield, I’ll hide
you from anyone who even looks at you badly.’ Anakin promised both
Obi-Wan and himself.

In
the dim of the medbay, his eyes glowed in honey golden, his pupils
just for a moment slitting as he listened to the raging dragon in his
chest that snarled at the galaxy at large.

How
dare they hurt Obi-Wan, how dare they try to take Anakin’s master,
how dare they harm him.

Obi-Wan
belonged to Anakin and only to Anakin, no
one
was to hurt him.

“Never
again.” The fallen knight hissed quietly into the others hair
before letting out a shuddering breath when Obi-Wan let out a small
whine. ‘No, no calm down. He won’t want… I’m sorry Obi-Wan.’
Anakin took another deep breath through his nose and out his mouth
before pressing his lips to Obi-Wan’s forehead, feeling the other
calm down again.

It
was a relief when Helix returned, Anakin finally being able to
request a sleeping aid that the medic understandingly gave him,
infusing it into the Iv line so he wouldn’t drop off so sharply.

It
was a bliss to welcome sleeps dark embrace, finally letting go of his
own hyper awareness and pain to the darkness of a well deserved rest.

Oblivion
for just a few hours for their broken bodies and mind.

()()()

“I’m
gonna kill them.” Rex voice was calm, icy as Hoth’s winter storms
and his eyes like the magma of
Mustafar even in the blue tinged holo that Cody was speaking to.

Both
his hands were balled into fists, one around his helmet and the other
along his hip as he stared straight at Cody.

“Cody,
I don’t care what I need to do, I’m going to kill them. Every
last one of them.” Rex stated again, his left eye twitching.

Settling
back in the chair, ignoring the window where black space drifted
slowly with glittering stars, Cody just nodded. “You think I’m
about to stop you? Me of all people?” He raised a brow, feeling the
tight kit skin of his scar tissue drag when he did.

His
vod stared right back at him before relaxing, letting out a sigh and
rubbing his face with a hand. “No, no I didn’t think you would.
Do you have any information, anything to go on?” Rex righteous
anger melted for weary exhaustion.

“Other
than the CSI make of the ship the Generals arrived in, no.” Cody
grimaced and rubbed his face, leaning his elbows on his knees. “I
didn’t want to get a report from them now, considering they have to
debrief the high Generals I didn’t want to…” He breathed out
heavily.

The
silence of the comm rooms prevailed for a couple of minutes before
Rex sighed. “Just as well for now I guess. We’ll figure it out
Cody.” He promised and Cody smirked at that.

“Oh,
I know, I’m not letting them get away with this. Never.” He
promised determinedly before straightening, putting on a small smile
that clearly confused Rex. “But maybe, despite the situation, you
should inform the rest of the 501st
that their General is alive?” Cody teased faintly.

Huffing
a bit, lips pulling into a wry grin, Rex shrugged slightly as he
started to slowly relax. “You know, we actually never believed he
was dead. Fives and Echo had bets going on that he ran off to become
a pirate or lost his memory…” He trailed off, grimacing. “I’m
not looking forward to telling them the truth, I think they
constructed the stories to avoid thinking… well this.” The
captain sighed.

Cody
got that, wanting to believe their General had run of to become a
pirate was a better story than thinking he was being tortured.

Maybe
they had needed to tell themselves it to sleep.

Nodding
slowly, Cody got up. “Well, you should still tell them all. It be
good for morale to have them back, despite it all. You got our
coordination and path?” He tilted his head.

“Yeah,
I’ll let Jesse plot out a course for us to meet up and return to
Coruscant together. More man power to look after them after all.”
Rex saluted Cody and the commander automatically saluted back before
the comm call ended.

Standing
in the comm room, Cody stared at the holo projector for a long moment
before letting out a long breath and writing in the comm codes for
the Jedi temple.

He
had put it off long enough, it was time to inform the High Generals.

‘Force
and blood goddesses be with us all.’ Cody sent off the prayer as
the call was picked up five minutes later, a bit of distortion doing
nothing to hide all eleven councilors either sitting or standing as
they picked in.

Love your writing. Would you consider writing more #thelightinus? Either Sidious being his terrible self or more codywan please?

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Looking
up, Obi-Wan considered the sky with narrowed eyes before sighing and
letting out a soft huff as he lifted his wing over the man beside
him.

“General?”
Cody blinked, lowering his binoculars to look at the other man as
Obi-Wan tugged the hood of his robe up over his head.

Instead
of answering, Obi-Wan just sighed again and started to count. “Three,
two, one,” He murmured in resignation and with a booming of thunder
going off over them, the sky broke open to pouring rain hitting down
on them.

Or
well, on Obi-Wan.

His
wing kept Cody very well dry thank you, as was the Jedi’s intention
when he had lifted it over the man’s head.

Staring
up for a moment, Cody blinked and winced when lighting suddenly
streaked across the sky. “Oh well this is unpleasant,” He
grumbled, his General and potential boyfriend grumbling in agreement.
“You
didn’t have to shield me General.” He tacked on after a second,
not raising the binoculars just yet as the rain continued to pound
down around them, most likely soaking the General if he wasn’t
using a Force trick, another round of lighting streaking across the
sky once more.

Huffing
a bit, Obi-Wan sent him a soft, fond smile. “I didn’t have to,
no.” He agreed quietly, gently brushing their gloved hands together
as rain dripped off the darkened brown of his hood.

Flushing
and feeling a bit lightheaded, Cody thanked whoever had designed
their armor to include the dark visor.

But
even as he sent off silent thanks, he captured Obi-Wan’s hand and
held onto it, charmed by the gentle way the Jedi held onto his hand,
allowing Cody to take the leaps and deepening of their relationship.

If
it wasn’t for the fact that he knew they’d be seen from the camp
behind them, Cody might actually risk removing his helmet to try
kissing the Jedi but that would have to wait, the rain was no
guarantee of privacy and he was getting quite fed up with his men’s
little catcalling and teasing these days.

Honestly,
Cody adored his vode but sometimes they could be utter assholes and
really, he’d rather not be teased about his first kiss with his
shiny jetii.

Glancing
up when he heard another boom of thunder that echoed off the cliffs
around them, Cody frowned as another lighting strike came, this time
hitting down not too awfully far away. “Any hope of those hitting
down on the clankers you think?” He questioned dryly, having to
raise his voice to get over the sound of the rain.

He
got a thoughtful hum in return and Obi-Wan tilted his hood covered
head. “Honestly, I rather think we won’t get that lucky
unfortunately. Would be nice but with our luck, it be more likely to
hit down in our own camp.” Obi-Wan chuckled and both flinched as at
that moment, as if summoned by the words, a lighting strike did
indeed hit the lighting rod that had been set up earlier as the world
was known for storms.

Both
looked back at the rod, watching the sparking light around it before
the power was absorbed and put out into the wires lined up to it,
used to power their equipment. “…Please don’t crush a can in
space General, we really don’t need any tents on fire.” Cody
stated cautiously, turning his head to look at the now sheepish Jedi.

Squeezing
the commander’s hand carefully in
apology,
Obi-Wan nodded, his wing rustling over Cody’s head and allowing a
few drops to roll of the wing and onto the commander. “Apologies
Commander, that was… yes I do believe I shall be keeping my
comments to myself.” He laughed awkwardly, raising his other hand
to scratch his beard covered cheek.

Snorting
faintly, Cody turned his head forward again and went back to
observing the clanker camp, eyes on the lit up tent of the CIS
general in control and the wandering command droids that directed the
rest of the metal scrap.

All
of them unaware that General Kenobi himself was there and oh, Cody
was looking forward to them seeing the giant hippogriff when they
attacked.

Looking
forward to getting a ride too honestly.

His
cheeks colored fiercely as his mind giggled immaturely
and pointed out another kind of riding he could do with Obi-Wan.

Cody
blamed Rex for that, the vod being an utter asshole sometimes and
loudly reading from the erotica magazine that spoke about all the
things a Force sensitive could do when being intimate in rec time
when he knew Cody was around.

Well
now Cody really couldn’t wait for the battle because at least that
would take his mind off that
kind of riding.

‘Ugh,
I really need a drink.’ Cody thought despondently, even as he
smiled inside his bucket as Obi-Wan started gently playing with his
fingers in a playful move as the commander continued to observe the
enemy camp.

Omg!! When you were young!! How long until Anakin gets there, what will they do!?!

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“MASTER!”

Jerking
at the shout, Cody struggled to ensure he held his General properly
as he walked out the tent to look, finding General Skywalker rushing
from a still landing shuttle as the Commander shielded Obi-Wan from
the wind.

Obviously
the Jedi must have jumped out before it landed, in a rush to get to his former master.

And
Cody couldn’t blame him, considering the situation.

Despite
it all, he still felt bereft when Skywalker took the little bundle of
a baby into his own arms, the blond whispering quietly while cuddling
and looking the other over worridly.

“General,
we should retreat to a tent, it’s much to cold and windy outside to
check General Kenobi over here.” He quickly injected before
Skywalker could unwrap him.

Pausing,
Skywalker looked up at him before nodding, letting out a shaken
breath. “Right, you’re right. Of course. Lets… that’s his
tent right?” He nodded to the tent Cody had come from.

Nodding,
Cody gestured to the tent and let Skywalker walk first. “Yes, it
was decided that we’d keep him in his own area for now. Only change
is that I’m bunking with him to keep an eye on him. Helix looked up
some information online and we made some barriers on the bunk to keep
him from falling out, not that he’s tried.” Cody answered.

He
watched as General Skywalker moved over to the bunk and sat down, the
man glancing at the rolled up blankets that would prevent Obi-Wan
from falling out. “He’s not old enough to move that
far,
so you don’t have to worry about that kind of thing yet, he has to
work to roll onto his stomach still, much less move to the edge of a
bed.” He stated reassuringly.

Moving
closer, Cody watched as the General carefully settled Obi-Wan down on
his lap and then unwrapped him, taking small fingers as he stared at
the baby. “You… know how old he is? For sure? Helix could only
estimate.” Cody murmured quietly as drowsy green eyes peered at
them.

“Mmmn,
he’s around the two and a half month, I got access to his medical
files to check and they had a two week progress report of him
throughout his first five years.” Skywalker murmured, gently
checking on the little feet and the makeshift diaper they had made
for their General.

The
knight’s next words however shut up any kind of reply Cody would
have come with.

“How
you feeling Master? You feel tired and hungry.” Skywalker tucked
the blanket around the child, lifting him up into the crook of his
arm again to support him better.

Obi-Wan
cooed, showing those pink gums of his mouth and Skywalker nodded in
reply. ‘Kark, that Force bond, that means… oh great exploding
stars, he’s conscious
in there.’ Cody struggled not to sigh.

Of
course, of course his General was conscious
in his little baby body.

That
did explain how little crying he did compared to what Helix had told
them to expect.

“Okay,
good news, he’s aware Commander,” Skywalker lifted the baby
bundle up to his shoulder, gently tucking the small body to him while
rubbing his back. “Bad news, he’s aware so this has all become
even more awkward. He’s also very hungry and is struggling not to
cry.” The blond sighed sadly.

“But
you brought supplies, right General?” Cody didn’t care he sounded
on the verge of desperation.

He
got a smile in response and a nod. “Rex and the others are bringing
it, I had to take several cans of formula and different nips since I
wasn’t sure how old he was and what he would potentially… well
not like but what his body could tolerate,” Skywalker explained and
Cody closed his eyes, feeling relief itch through his bones.
“Technically
at this age, he could have had semi solid food, soft silky mush but
I’m not gonna risk it considering Obi-Wan’s folder said he was
very sensitive as a child with what they feed him.” And just like
that his anxiety came back full force thanks to General Skywalker.

However,
thankfully food
was not the only thing Skywalker had brought either but also proper
clothes, diapers, baby care items and little beanies and blankets for
Obi-Wan.

Food
took priorities however as they disinfected bottles and nips for them
first and then mixed different formula with the hope that Obi-Wan
could eat them.

They
struck out with two of them, Obi-Wan tried to suck them down but
couldn’t manage and all of them were feeling a real sense of
desperation, Skywalker’s showing the most by the concern blatantly
open on his face.

But
finally Obi-Wan started to suck properly on the third mixed one, all
of them breathing out sighs of relief.

“I
know it must taste awful Obi-Wan, but we really don’t have a lot of
choices right now, your body just… can’t handle a lot of others
things.” Skywalker went, his tone gentle as the General in baby
body paused.

“You
can talk with him General?” Echo questioned in surprise, Fives
peeking over his vod shoulder curiously at the little being in their
General’s arms.

Shrugging
carefully, so not to jostle the baby in his arms, Skywalker smiled
bitterly. “Yes but it’s not as easy as normally. Obi-Wan is…
he’s still there but it’s all baby chemistry and impressions and
he’s having a hard time communicating. Some of it is more
impression and emotion.” He confessed.

Cody
had a feeling it wasn’t about to improve really as he reached out
and gently ran his fingertip along a chubby cheek, getting his own
General’s attention. “Please eat General, we’re very worried
about you.” He murmured quietly, pleased as, with great reluctance,
Obi-Wan did indeed continue sucking on the bottle, getting a bit more
than half of it down.

It
was better than what he had before.

For
now it would do.

So uh, Only One. I know it’s been a few months since the update, but surely you can’t just leave it as is? Cody just bit Obi’s bonding gland and Coruscant is on lockdown? Can we get some of the return trip to Coruscant? Planning for how to deal with Palpatine, and Anakin, Ahsoka, and the other vode reacting to Obi and Cody being bonded mates?

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Tugging
his mate into his body, Cody letting out a soft crooning purr,
feeling Obi-Wan sink into his body at the soothing sound.

‘Much
better.’ Cody internally sighed. Obi-Wan had been pacing the bridge
as they hovered outside Coruscant’s atmosphere, clearly worried
about whatever was going on down there because they could see a giant
burning spot on the planet.

Bright
red and molten looking like a lava spot and Obi-Wan, who always paid
attention to details and committed them to memories, had rightly
identified the burning area as the Rotunda itself.

The
Rotunda was a burning spot that slowly throughout the days turned
into a giant blackened area on Coruscant’s topographical that was
usually so white and shiny.

It
was below the top the dark slums and allies existed and the top hid
away the decay.

It
had sent all Jedi into minor fits, some more clearly than others as
Skywalker kept comming every two hours to hear if they had any
updates, his face the picture of fear as he wondered where the hell
his wife was.

Total
communication blackout was still in effect however except for those
outside the planet and the 212th
and the 501st
along with Luminara’s crew was not the only ones to think of
hovering outside of Coruscant.

More
ships had joined them, all of them waiting in suspense and Cody had
been privy to Obi-Wan’s conversations with many a Jedi from the
other ships requesting information.

Obi-Wan
had the same answer for all of them.

He
did not know.

No
one knew anything.

Whatever
was going on down there, it was being dealt with internally on the
planet and it was driving Obi-Wan, and the rest of them really if
Cody was honest,
a bit bonkers to
sit on their hands without information.

“I
know you’re upset,” Cody started, feeling Obi-Wan remain lax
against his chest, the commander having opted for his GAR uniform for
just this kind of situation as long as they were in stasis over
Coruscant. “But pacing is only going to further your anxieties and
meditating only takes you so far right now.” He pointed out gently.

Obi-Wan
was meditating and doing it properly as far as Cody could tell, but
he couldn’t spend 24-7 just meditating and between the down periods
of his meditation, Obi-Wan ended up either pacing or working on
whatever project or paperwork he managed to find.

Pressing
in closer, Obi-Wan pushed his nose into Cody’s mating mark with a
tiny noise. “I know, I know it’s more detrimental than helpful
but I just…” He let out a frustrated breath and Cody had to fight
the desire to shiver at the sensation, focusing his mind on rubbing
Obi-Wan’s back instead.

Feeling
the other remain relaxed against him, Cody settled a bit against the
closest stationary terminal, ignoring Gus grinning up at them. “Yeah,
I know Obi-Wan. Nervous energy building up and all but if you need a
distraction, you just have to hollar. I’ll set up something. Maybe
some sparring with the men or some dejarik.” He suggested calmly
and smiled when Obi-Wan let out a considering noise at that.

Anything
really to keep the other calm and settled.

Honestly,
Helix might tackle Obi-Wan and sedate him if he didn’t try taking a
rest, not that sparring was restful but you know, once tired out,
even Jedi sleep rather deeply, so
the medic would allow some sparring despite Obi-Wan having been
injured during the whole order 66 debacle the Chancellor had
attempted.

Even
thinking about that had Cody’s alpha hind mind shrinking away, his
own pack had tried to hurt his mate and that was…

Well,
it both made Cody horrified and enraged, and rage wasn’t good for
Obi-Wan and so he kept it under lid and reminded himself that his
mate was right here, safe and sound in his arms and was truly his
mate.

Obi-Wan
had allowed Cody to claim him, had mated Cody, had let him put the
claiming bite on him and bitten him in return during his shock heat.

‘My
mate, mine,
the Senate and their karking stupidity can’t take this away from
me.’ Cody thought shakily as he felt Obi-Wan’s lips gently brush
against his neck, leaving little affectionate kisses against the
skin.

He
might have suggested going to Obi-Wan’s quarters if the comm hadn’t
chosen that moment to start beeping and Gus yelping out that it was
from Coruscant
Jedi temple.

The
comm blackout was over.

Yeah, we’re gonna need more Jedi cats, more clips with clones maybe or Cody in particular?

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Sniggering
together, the two teens booted up the video again, showing at an
awkward angle the Negotiator himself and the Hero with no Fear
engaged in a staring competition, the trooper who filmed it
whispering in narration. “As we see here, Jedi are unblinkingly
staring at each other in a minor display of dominance… or as these
two assholes sometimes do, to fuck with each other.” The trooper
summed up as Kenobi started to slowly push a multitool off the table.

Skywalker’s
eyes twitched but he didn’t look away, not even when the tool
finally fell off the table and onto the floor with a loud clang.

But
he didn’t take it laying down and instead started to push at the
cup on the table.

Kenobi’s
eyes widened and Skywalker got a smug grin on his face, the cup
getting closer and closer to the edge without either looking away
from each other.

The
cup was a moment from falling when the redhead finally lashed out,
smacking his fellow Jedi upside the head, which got a loud yelp from
Skywalker as Kenobi rescued his cup, cooing in worry before taking a
big sip of tea, sulkily glaring at his former padawan.

“Woot
woot, means you’re taking the paperwork on this mission.”
Skywalker smirked.

“Cheap
shot, my tea…” Kenobi sulked.

“Jedi
are dumbass cats and Commander Cody has threatened to put a bell
collar on Kenobi at eight different instances at the current count.”
The trooper whispered gleefully.

This
announcement was of course followed by a montage of said instances
though there was only seven clips, apparently the first one had not
been caught on clip but the rest had and it was equally hilarious
each time, apparently Master Kenobi had an unfortunate habit of
startling people because he snuck up on them accidentally by being a
silent spook.

Or
as Commander Cody screamed ‘you shitty Jedi ghost!’ while holding
his chest, heaving
a bit for air.

“Poor
Commander Cody,” One of the teens cooed, giggling faintly as the
man raved at his amused looking Jedi about getting a bell collar on
him. “He works so hard and has to put up with so much shit.” She
giggled even
more.

“Oh
shit, oh shit, here he comes, look, look Boil, it’s happening.” A
happy gasp came on the next clip, the camera shaking a bit as whoever
was recording was watching Commander Cody go through a pad nearby
a ship window, most likely the Negotiator with
his helmet on the terminal beside him.

And
right behind him, Master Kenobi was indeed walking up, looking
relaxed and content and not mischievous.
That made it clear he wasn’t intending on startling anyone but he
walked silently, his boots not squeaking or making a noise on the
durasteel floor as he closed the distance towards the commander of
his men.

He
was right behind Cody when he spoke. “Comma-” Was as far as he
got as Cody screamed in fear and lashed out with the pad, swinging
around with the pad stretched out as a pseudo weapon and he would
have hit the Jedi if said man hadn’t dodged under said pad with his
own yelp.

Both
stared at each other for a second before Cody let out a yell and
Kenobi straightened up. “Kark
it General!
I’ve told you to warn me when you’re coming up behind me. I
swear, that bell collar is sounding more and more appealing General!”
He snapped, looking perturbed and a bit embarrassed, the
glow of the lights overhead catching the angry red of his scar as his
pulse most likely went faster than normal.

Grinning
sheepishly, Kenobi straightened up and patted the man on the shoulder
pauldron. “Apologies Cody, I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”
He consoled.

He
got a narrowed eyed look in return. “You never intend
to scare me but you still do it, ugh… least I didn’t throw a caff
at you this time.” Cody
sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose that wasn’t holding the pad
as muffled laughs from the rest of the clones around them sounded.

“Yes,
I am quite happy about that even if I did dodge it, it took some time
to clean up the caff stains.” Kenobi mused, stroking his chin.

“…We
should totally send a bell collar to the temple.” One of the duro
teens gasped while pausing the vid, the two exchanging wide eyed
stares.

“…We’re
doing it anonymous and getting it delivered.” The other warned
warily, yet still totally aboard with the idea.

“I
say we go for purple collar and a big golden bell!”

*pulls up a chair* Soooo what happens next in SweetHoney???? Baby in the mix of things could literally throw a wrench in war plans, but what about Palp’s plans??? (I just wanna see Obi and Jango happy…;^;)

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Watching
his napping lover thoughtfully, Jango felt a mischievous smirk settle
over his face, the look on his face instantly having both Boba and
Anakin backing away from the lounge couch where Obi-Wan had opted to
take his nap.

Both
adopted omega son and clone alpha son watched him as Jango snuck over
and knelt down beside Obi-Wan, his grin growing a bit softer as he
leaned down to press a soft kiss to Obi-Wan’s cheek, a soft sigh
escaping the pregnant Jedi.

And
then Jango went on the attack, biting Obi-Wan in the side much to
Boba and Anakin’s utter surprise.

Yelling
out in shock, Obi-Wan shoved Jango away as the bounty hunter laughed
while landing on his ass, Obi-Wan sitting up with wide eyes as he
looked around.

For
a few seconds everyone but Jango, who was laughing still, stared at
each other in befuddlement, Obi-Wan both sleepy and shocked before
realization hit him. “Jango!” He groaned, rubbing at his face.

Letting
out a playful roaring noise, Jango knelt up again and wrapped his
arms around Obi-Wan’s slender waist, grinning up at him. “Told
you I was gonna nom you one day.” He teased playfully, snapping his
teeth together for emphasize.

Grumbling,
Obi-Wan reached out and pinched the others nose shut, forcing Jango
to breath through his nose. “Yeah but that was fu-dging awful way
to wake up.” Obi-Wan quickly moderated his language, remembering
Boba was there.

“He
just bit you!” Anakin exploded out, eyes wide.

Snorting
a bit, Obi-Wan pushed Jango off him and got up, rubbing his side
lightly where Jango bit. “Yeah, he totally did the ass,” He
smiled wryly at the others, yawning a bit. “But I imagine that
means we’re all packed up and ready to go huh?” Obi-Wan glanced
about.

Opening
his mouth then closing it, Anakin wrinkled his nose then sighed and
shook his head. “Yeah, Rex and Commander Cody are efficient,
they had everything well in control.” He mumbled, clearly still
confused by Jango but unwilling to ask questions.

He
got enough knowledge about his master and his mate’s mating habits
thank you very much.

“You’re
kinda crazy dad.” Boba finally piped up, coming over and hugging
Obi-Wan around the waist while peering at his father.

“No,
I saw a shot to tease my mate and took it because on one point, we’re
both gonna laugh about it and Obi-Wan is going to take revenge at
some point.” Jango grinned, his smile all teeth.

Flustering
a bit, Obi-Wan cleared his throat and spoke loudly before Boba, who
was visibly confused, could ask any questions about that
statement. “Well then! I recommend we all eat something and then
take off since the 212th
and the 501st
are all ready to go, I have a hankering for some fish, how about you
Boba?” He smiled down at the boy wrapped around him.

Another
body joined the hug, Jango pressing up against Obi-Wan’s back as he
slid his arms around both the Jedi and his now thoughtful son at the
same time, his smile having gone from mischievous to just soft. “That
does sound like a lovely idea, you are after all eating for more than
one.” Jango nuzzled his nose into Obi-Wan’s hair.

Flustering
even more, the tips of his ears turning red, Obi-Wan glanced
sheepishly at Anakin to find the blond pouting.

Blinking,
Obi-Wan stared at his padawan before snorting and holding his arms
open. “Oh alright, get over here Anakin and tell me what you want
to eat.” He chuckled, laughing when Anakin instantly scuttled over,
trapping Boba between himself and Obi-Wan as he nestled into a hug.

“Fish
sounds fine, hugs sounds better,
though I wouldn’t mind some crisp fried fish.” Anakin grinned,
his smile turning a tad shyer when Jango chuckled fondly at all of
them.

“Crisp
fish!” Boba agreed with a cheer, eager to mimic his older ‘brother’
as he saw Anakin. “Also you reek of Rex.” The boy decided to
tease.

“Well
he’s to be my mate.” Anakin huffed, lifting Boba up and moving to
the kitchenette. “However you should learn to cook! It’s
important to know how to feed yourself Boba and that was one of the
first things master Obi-Wan decided to teach me when I became his
padawan.” The two descended into bickering, Boba torn between
wanting to stay with his dad and Obi-Wan and also wanting to learn
how to cook and Anakin gently ribbing the boy for not knowing how to
cook yet.

“Whelp,
best guide them through this, lest they burn the kitchenette down.”
Jango mused out loud, smirking faintly.

“Might
shock you but Anakin is actually a terrific cook,” Obi-Wan grinned
at Jango’s face of surprise. “Oh yes, he took to it like a fish
to water and ended up becoming better than me. He just likes it when
others cook for him because he finds it a caring gesture but Anakin
can cook… now if he can teach
that’s a different question.”

The
two turned back to the pair, watching as Anakin was showing Boba how
to heat up the oil for crisp fish… and Boba somehow managed to set
fire to it.

“ABORT,
ABORT!” Boba screamed while Anakin tried to find the fire
smothering blanket, both screaming equally loudly.

Obi-Wan
watched it for a moment before snuffing out the fire with the Force,
Jango shaking with laughter to the point he was using Obi-Wan for
support.

So
much for that cooking lesson.