Jedi can feel emotions in the force, what if the 212th projected love and admiration to obi wan bc he needs it.

This
feeling in the Force…

It
could be break him.

If
Obi-Wan let it, it could break him.

His
troopers could break him.

Obi-Wan
has no idea how they figured out how to project as he stands with his
fists balled up on the holo display, staring sightless at the blue
peaks
that are is the surrounding scouted area. No he is more concerned
with the emotions
projected into the Force around him.

How
they have figured out to project single feelings and keeping the rest
of it is irrelevant but impressive, it is
the
why
Obi-Wan wonders about.

Why
are they projecting these feelings into the Force, why are they
directed at Obi-Wan?

Why,
why, why?

Because
the Force is filled with love.

It
is filled with worry.

Tender
care and admiration.

All
aimed at Obi-Wan and he can’t quite…

That
can’t all be for him can it?

Not
even Anakin in his childhood had been quite that… open?

Obi-Wan
jerks to when Cody settles his hand on the Jedi’s back, amber eyes
staring at him with a small smile on his face as he slowly rubs
Obi-Wan back and that feeling intensifies as the two stares at each
other.

Swallowing
harshly, Obi-Wan struggled to relax his fists. “…Why?” He
whispered.

Cody
hummed quietly, the buzz of machines the only things really making
noise outside of the man as the other troopers quietly watched,
letting the commander handle the General since he was the one who
interacted the most closely with Obi-Wan.

Slowly
Cody reached down and took one of Obi-Wan’s clenched hands, slowly
rubbing his thumb on the back of his hand until the muscles started
to relax. “We are far from blind General,” Cody started quietly,
settling the now open hand down to take the other and repeat his slow
rub. “We’ve served under you for quite a while now and for every
day that goes past, we see how you act.” He glanced at Obi-Wan,
catching his eyes again with a serious look.

Worry
pinged in the Force and Obi-Wan tensed, biting down on his bottom
lip.

He
knew what Cody wasn’t outright saying, what everyone’s emotions
were implying.

“So
we need you to know,” Cody continued, going back to rubbing the
once more tense hand to get it to ease out from the fist. “That if
you were to pass into the Force as Jedi say, that you would be
greatly missed.” Cody paused, holding Obi-Wan’s hand before
slowly settling the hand back down on the holo display.

Then
he reached up and slowly combed Obi-Wan’s hair back, gently styling
it back as Obi-Wan’s hair had flopped forward some time during the
conversation.

His
fingers were gentle even as Obi-Wan jerked a bit at the touch before
slowly leaning into it, like an affection starved feline who stared
at the commander with wide eyes.

Quirking
his lips into a small smile, Cody tilted his head. “Go to bed sir,
we got everything handled, we got everything under control and you
need rest.” He assured quietly, his tone confident and his voice
full of warm affection as Obi-Wan stared at him.

Huffing
out a surprised breath, Obi-Wan licked his lips, feeling those warm
emotions in the Force like hands on his back, intent on supporting,
on coaxing him. How long had it been since he went to bed and slept
through the night?

It
was a while, a long while.

Nodding
slowly, Obi-Wan was treated to Cody’s smile growing before the
commander shifted to the side and settled his hand on Obi-Wan’s
back, gently pushing him into a slow trot towards the brown tent
flaps, guiding the Jedi towards his tent.

Through
the whole walk the Force was suffused with the warmth of the 212th
and the emotions they had for their General.

Jedi can feel emotions in the force, what if the 212th projected love and admiration to obi wan bc he needs it.

This
feeling in the Force…

It
could be break him.

If
Obi-Wan let it, it could break him.

His
troopers could break him.

Obi-Wan
has no idea how they figured out how to project as he stands with his
fists balled up on the holo display, staring sightless at the blue
peaks
that are is the surrounding scouted area. No he is more concerned
with the emotions
projected into the Force around him.

How
they have figured out to project single feelings and keeping the rest
of it is irrelevant but impressive, it is
the
why
Obi-Wan wonders about.

Why
are they projecting these feelings into the Force, why are they
directed at Obi-Wan?

Why,
why, why?

Because
the Force is filled with love.

It
is filled with worry.

Tender
care and admiration.

All
aimed at Obi-Wan and he can’t quite…

That
can’t all be for him can it?

Not
even Anakin in his childhood had been quite that… open?

Obi-Wan
jerks to when Cody settles his hand on the Jedi’s back, amber eyes
staring at him with a small smile on his face as he slowly rubs
Obi-Wan back and that feeling intensifies as the two stares at each
other.

Swallowing
harshly, Obi-Wan struggled to relax his fists. “…Why?” He
whispered.

Cody
hummed quietly, the buzz of machines the only things really making
noise outside of the man as the other troopers quietly watched,
letting the commander handle the General since he was the one who
interacted the most closely with Obi-Wan.

Slowly
Cody reached down and took one of Obi-Wan’s clenched hands, slowly
rubbing his thumb on the back of his hand until the muscles started
to relax. “We are far from blind General,” Cody started quietly,
settling the now open hand down to take the other and repeat his slow
rub. “We’ve served under you for quite a while now and for every
day that goes past, we see how you act.” He glanced at Obi-Wan,
catching his eyes again with a serious look.

Worry
pinged in the Force and Obi-Wan tensed, biting down on his bottom
lip.

He
knew what Cody wasn’t outright saying, what everyone’s emotions
were implying.

“So
we need you to know,” Cody continued, going back to rubbing the
once more tense hand to get it to ease out from the fist. “That if
you were to pass into the Force as Jedi say, that you would be
greatly missed.” Cody paused, holding Obi-Wan’s hand before
slowly settling the hand back down on the holo display.

Then
he reached up and slowly combed Obi-Wan’s hair back, gently styling
it back as Obi-Wan’s hair had flopped forward some time during the
conversation.

His
fingers were gentle even as Obi-Wan jerked a bit at the touch before
slowly leaning into it, like an affection starved feline who stared
at the commander with wide eyes.

Quirking
his lips into a small smile, Cody tilted his head. “Go to bed sir,
we got everything handled, we got everything under control and you
need rest.” He assured quietly, his tone confident and his voice
full of warm affection as Obi-Wan stared at him.

Huffing
out a surprised breath, Obi-Wan licked his lips, feeling those warm
emotions in the Force like hands on his back, intent on supporting,
on coaxing him. How long had it been since he went to bed and slept
through the night?

It
was a while, a long while.

Nodding
slowly, Obi-Wan was treated to Cody’s smile growing before the
commander shifted to the side and settled his hand on Obi-Wan’s
back, gently pushing him into a slow trot towards the brown tent
flaps, guiding the Jedi towards his tent.

Through
the whole walk the Force was suffused with the warmth of the 212th
and the emotions they had for their General.

#1hand2hand- Obes and Anes get their prosthetics. Palpatine tries to force the council to knight Anes.

Working
slowly, Obi-Wan continued peeling his clementine with his robot hand,
brows furrowed as he focused solely on the task in his grasp as
he sat forward on the couch with a colorful rag placed the length of
the floor between the couch and the caff table.

His
brows were scrunched his and
his lips were pursed, sometimes twitching a bit in annoyance as the
Jedi knight continued working as best he could with retraining
his
fine motor skill with
his new limb.
It was actually kind of endearing to see how wholly focused he was.

Anakin
smiled slightly, hands resting between his knees as he kept his
elbows on his knees while observing his master.

Obi-Wan
was doing his best to teach himself
how to work the finer touch skills that he had lost with his human
fingers.

Anakin
had a four day head start on him and thanks to not having any
infection in his arm, he had managed to pick up his skills a bit more
effectively
than Obi-Wan currently was. The healers speculated that certain
nerves had taken some damage in Obi-Wan’s wrist which was the cause
for his slow learning.

“You
seem to be doing better, dexterous wise
I mean,” Anakin noted in a way to encourage the other. “You
smashed the last clementine after all.” He mused thoughtfully.

A
scathing look was sent his way that had Anakin laughing even as he
straightened on their couch and pulled one of the clementines for his
own peeling. Obi-Wan grumbled. “If there is nerve damage like the
healers suspect, its no wonder I smashed the last clementine, I just
wish I wasn’t gouging into the flesh so often, its going to be a
bitch and a half to clean.” He muttered much to Anakin’s delight.

It
seemed that the pain or going through the same experience had removed
some of the filter his master usually had when speaking to Anakin and
he was more than happy to curse while working on minor tasks to try
and recover his fingers.

The
healers had suggested fruit peeling, since it required fine motor
control to avoid squashing the fruit flesh and releasing juice all
over the fingers among several other activities to promote the fine
motor control they required.

“I’m
going to have to try clean between the joints again.” Obi-Wan
stated critically as he eyed his hand and Anakin glanced at him,
frowning a bit as he nodded.

“Yeah,
you want my help? I can get the q-tip in there a bit easier.” He
stated with some concern as the idea of sugar fermenting in the joint
and potentially causing damage was not nice.

Shaking
his head, Obi-Wan blew out a deep breath, looking like he wanted to
sit back against the couch yet didn’t want to get fruit juice onto
it or himself by doing so. “No, no, the Chancellor is putting
pressure on the council to knight as many padawan’s as possible,
you in particular, so I might not have you by my side to deal with
this since we will more than likely sent from each other sides,” He
gave Anakin a small smile.

Anakin
didn’t say anything to that, focusing back on his clementine but
his expression puckered unhappily.

A
warm hand brushed his shoulder and Anakin looked up, staring at
Obi-Wan as the flash hand gently kneaded his shoulder. “…I don’t
think I’m ready.” Anakin muttered shortly and he knew the
statement was true regardless how much he had raged on Tatooine about
Obi-Wan holding him back and kicking up so much fuss.

Obi-Wan’s
face softened at that and he sighed, settling his hand back on his
own thigh and depriving Anakin of the comforting weight.

He
wanted it back.

“Maybe,
or maybe not. Regardless, right now we have to work with this,”
Obi-Wan raised his mech hand with the clementine in it and smiled
slightly. “The healers won’t let us go until we got the fine
motor as well as we ca-ah kark!” Obi-Wan swore as his hand suddenly
spasmed and ripped the fruit apart, spraying both with a bit of fruit
juice.

For
a long moment both stared at now leaking fruit as the juice dripped
onto the rag placed on the floor for just that purpose and then they
both broke out laughing until their stomachs ached.

#1hand2hand- Obes and Anes get their prosthetics. Palpatine tries to force the council to knight Anes.

Working
slowly, Obi-Wan continued peeling his clementine with his robot hand,
brows furrowed as he focused solely on the task in his grasp as
he sat forward on the couch with a colorful rag placed the length of
the floor between the couch and the caff table.

His
brows were scrunched his and
his lips were pursed, sometimes twitching a bit in annoyance as the
Jedi knight continued working as best he could with retraining
his
fine motor skill with
his new limb.
It was actually kind of endearing to see how wholly focused he was.

Anakin
smiled slightly, hands resting between his knees as he kept his
elbows on his knees while observing his master.

Obi-Wan
was doing his best to teach himself
how to work the finer touch skills that he had lost with his human
fingers.

Anakin
had a four day head start on him and thanks to not having any
infection in his arm, he had managed to pick up his skills a bit more
effectively
than Obi-Wan currently was. The healers speculated that certain
nerves had taken some damage in Obi-Wan’s wrist which was the cause
for his slow learning.

“You
seem to be doing better, dexterous wise
I mean,” Anakin noted in a way to encourage the other. “You
smashed the last clementine after all.” He mused thoughtfully.

A
scathing look was sent his way that had Anakin laughing even as he
straightened on their couch and pulled one of the clementines for his
own peeling. Obi-Wan grumbled. “If there is nerve damage like the
healers suspect, its no wonder I smashed the last clementine, I just
wish I wasn’t gouging into the flesh so often, its going to be a
bitch and a half to clean.” He muttered much to Anakin’s delight.

It
seemed that the pain or going through the same experience had removed
some of the filter his master usually had when speaking to Anakin and
he was more than happy to curse while working on minor tasks to try
and recover his fingers.

The
healers had suggested fruit peeling, since it required fine motor
control to avoid squashing the fruit flesh and releasing juice all
over the fingers among several other activities to promote the fine
motor control they required.

“I’m
going to have to try clean between the joints again.” Obi-Wan
stated critically as he eyed his hand and Anakin glanced at him,
frowning a bit as he nodded.

“Yeah,
you want my help? I can get the q-tip in there a bit easier.” He
stated with some concern as the idea of sugar fermenting in the joint
and potentially causing damage was not nice.

Shaking
his head, Obi-Wan blew out a deep breath, looking like he wanted to
sit back against the couch yet didn’t want to get fruit juice onto
it or himself by doing so. “No, no, the Chancellor is putting
pressure on the council to knight as many padawan’s as possible,
you in particular, so I might not have you by my side to deal with
this since we will more than likely sent from each other sides,” He
gave Anakin a small smile.

Anakin
didn’t say anything to that, focusing back on his clementine but
his expression puckered unhappily.

A
warm hand brushed his shoulder and Anakin looked up, staring at
Obi-Wan as the flash hand gently kneaded his shoulder. “…I don’t
think I’m ready.” Anakin muttered shortly and he knew the
statement was true regardless how much he had raged on Tatooine about
Obi-Wan holding him back and kicking up so much fuss.

Obi-Wan’s
face softened at that and he sighed, settling his hand back on his
own thigh and depriving Anakin of the comforting weight.

He
wanted it back.

“Maybe,
or maybe not. Regardless, right now we have to work with this,”
Obi-Wan raised his mech hand with the clementine in it and smiled
slightly. “The healers won’t let us go until we got the fine
motor as well as we ca-ah kark!” Obi-Wan swore as his hand suddenly
spasmed and ripped the fruit apart, spraying both with a bit of fruit
juice.

For
a long moment both stared at now leaking fruit as the juice dripped
onto the rag placed on the floor for just that purpose and then they
both broke out laughing until their stomachs ached.

#immortalplans- Obi has a run in the Qui-Gon’s dislike (?) for the unified force. Who does Obi turn to? Does the council find out?

“Is
he always like that about visions?” Obi-Wan questioned out loud as
he continued doodling on his flimsi.

Anakin
paused mid kata and then gave a deep sigh, dropping his exercise to
turn his attention on his little lineage brother with a deep frown.
“You went to Master Qui-Gon with a vision, didn’t you?” He
didn’t really need to ask that.

He
knew the ‘he’ in question after all.

“All
dreams pass in time?” Obi-Wan continued doodling, not looking up
from the flimsi and when Anakin crossed the small space he had been
going through kata’s he got a good look at what he thought was a
red skinned,
zabrak?
Maybe,
covered
in black tattoos.

With
red sabers.

Anakin
swallowed as he sunk down at the caff table, taking note how Obi-Wan
wasn’t looking up at him.

Taking
a deep breath, Anakin rubbed his warm face before sighing deeply.
“The thing is… he doesn’t trust them.” Anakin stated bluntly,
watching the other tense, his color pencil stilling on the page.

Then
Obi-Wan started rubbing the red marker down even harder.

“Its
not the person though,” Anakin continued slowly. “Its because
he’s seen what visions can do to people.” He finished more
softly, not
certain he should be telling this to Obi-Wan.

Finally
Obi-Wan peeked up at him uncertainly, nibbling on his bottom lip as
he did.

Anakin
smiled sadly. “You know there’s a long term ward in the Halls
right?” He asked softly, smiling a bit more when Obi-Wan nodded
because of course Obi-Wan knew. He was a precocious little kid after
all. “A few of Master Qui-Gon’s friends are in there.” Anakin
stated softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Sitting
back on his heels, Obi-Wan stared at Anakin, eyes wide.

“When
someone with the Force sees things their mind can’t cope with…”
Anakin paused, pursing his lips as he thought about how to explain
things to the redhead. “When they see things that are just so hard
for them to handle, they sometimes don’t manage to function past it
because they get too caught up in that vision.” He finally settled
on.

Obi-Wan
looked down at his hands then up at Anakin. “Does he think I’ll
get caught up in the visions too?” He asked with wide eyes.

“Maybe?”
Anakin shrugged, sitting back on his ass and pulling his knees up to
rest his arms on. “I don’t know how he thinks but I went to
master Yan when I was about fifteen and asked him about visions and
Master Qui-Gon you see and he told me that a few of Qui-Gon’s
friends through the years have been confined to the long term ward. I
think Qui-Gon is scared of that happening to us because he cares
about us.” He sighed a bit.

Then
he reached out and ruffled Obi-Wan’s hair when the boy looked
trouble, prompting a little giggle.

“However,
you can come to me if there’s anything about visions you worry
about,” Anakin grinned brightly
at
him. “I get visions all the time you see.” He
added in a whisper, as if that was a secret.

“Because
you’re the chosen one.” Obi-Wan chirped and Anakin grimaced
before shrugging.

“Something
like that. Regardless, Qui-Gon’s opinion about visions is kind of
common and you shouldn’t trust all your visions without good
scrutiny. Sometimes a vision only comes true because you believe in
it enough that you cause it to happen.” Anakin’s lips quirked
sadly at the explanation.

Which
prompted Obi-Wan to take his mech hand in his small ones, the two
staring at each other before Obi-Wan pushed in closer and rubbed his
cheek on Anakin’s upper arm.

The
story of how Anakin Skywalker lost his flesh arm cause he ran
headlong into an attack was rather known after all.

“Anyhow,
yeah, just come to me if you got vision issues.” Anakin murmured,
wrapping his arms around the boy and hugging him tightly to his
chest, staring at the drawing of the red and black covered being with
a red lightstaff.

#immortalplans- Obi has a run in the Qui-Gon’s dislike (?) for the unified force. Who does Obi turn to? Does the council find out?

“Is
he always like that about visions?” Obi-Wan questioned out loud as
he continued doodling on his flimsi.

Anakin
paused mid kata and then gave a deep sigh, dropping his exercise to
turn his attention on his little lineage brother with a deep frown.
“You went to Master Qui-Gon with a vision, didn’t you?” He
didn’t really need to ask that.

He
knew the ‘he’ in question after all.

“All
dreams pass in time?” Obi-Wan continued doodling, not looking up
from the flimsi and when Anakin crossed the small space he had been
going through kata’s he got a good look at what he thought was a
red skinned,
zabrak?
Maybe,
covered
in black tattoos.

With
red sabers.

Anakin
swallowed as he sunk down at the caff table, taking note how Obi-Wan
wasn’t looking up at him.

Taking
a deep breath, Anakin rubbed his warm face before sighing deeply.
“The thing is… he doesn’t trust them.” Anakin stated bluntly,
watching the other tense, his color pencil stilling on the page.

Then
Obi-Wan started rubbing the red marker down even harder.

“Its
not the person though,” Anakin continued slowly. “Its because
he’s seen what visions can do to people.” He finished more
softly, not
certain he should be telling this to Obi-Wan.

Finally
Obi-Wan peeked up at him uncertainly, nibbling on his bottom lip as
he did.

Anakin
smiled sadly. “You know there’s a long term ward in the Halls
right?” He asked softly, smiling a bit more when Obi-Wan nodded
because of course Obi-Wan knew. He was a precocious little kid after
all. “A few of Master Qui-Gon’s friends are in there.” Anakin
stated softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Sitting
back on his heels, Obi-Wan stared at Anakin, eyes wide.

“When
someone with the Force sees things their mind can’t cope with…”
Anakin paused, pursing his lips as he thought about how to explain
things to the redhead. “When they see things that are just so hard
for them to handle, they sometimes don’t manage to function past it
because they get too caught up in that vision.” He finally settled
on.

Obi-Wan
looked down at his hands then up at Anakin. “Does he think I’ll
get caught up in the visions too?” He asked with wide eyes.

“Maybe?”
Anakin shrugged, sitting back on his ass and pulling his knees up to
rest his arms on. “I don’t know how he thinks but I went to
master Yan when I was about fifteen and asked him about visions and
Master Qui-Gon you see and he told me that a few of Qui-Gon’s
friends through the years have been confined to the long term ward. I
think Qui-Gon is scared of that happening to us because he cares
about us.” He sighed a bit.

Then
he reached out and ruffled Obi-Wan’s hair when the boy looked
trouble, prompting a little giggle.

“However,
you can come to me if there’s anything about visions you worry
about,” Anakin grinned brightly
at
him. “I get visions all the time you see.” He
added in a whisper, as if that was a secret.

“Because
you’re the chosen one.” Obi-Wan chirped and Anakin grimaced
before shrugging.

“Something
like that. Regardless, Qui-Gon’s opinion about visions is kind of
common and you shouldn’t trust all your visions without good
scrutiny. Sometimes a vision only comes true because you believe in
it enough that you cause it to happen.” Anakin’s lips quirked
sadly at the explanation.

Which
prompted Obi-Wan to take his mech hand in his small ones, the two
staring at each other before Obi-Wan pushed in closer and rubbed his
cheek on Anakin’s upper arm.

The
story of how Anakin Skywalker lost his flesh arm cause he ran
headlong into an attack was rather known after all.

“Anyhow,
yeah, just come to me if you got vision issues.” Anakin murmured,
wrapping his arms around the boy and hugging him tightly to his
chest, staring at the drawing of the red and black covered being with
a red lightstaff.

Hi Moddy, could you maybe write ObixHelixXKix or any other medic? Crush or relationship. And Cody getting worried why his usually medical disinclined general seems to be going there all the time he gets even a tiny scratch? Pretty please with bucket-full of cherries on top ;) And as always – you’re our fantastic Obific deity, love all your work :)

Its
been a theme since the start of the war.

General
Kenobi does not go to the medic or is a pain in the ass to get to the
medic unless he’s passed out or too
out of it to fight them on it.

Cody
should know, Cody is the one who has to make sure that man goes to
the medic if Skywalker isn’t there and generally that means to
bully his General into going by literally guilting the man into going
while said Jedi does something akin to a pout in return.

The
moment someone tells him that Jedi are amazing, stotic creatures he
will show them the vid Longshot caught of Obi-Wan and him sniping at
each other until Cody finally managed to get the damn man to go to
Helix, the General all the while pouting until he was out of frame.

Oh
who is he kidding, he’s never going to show it to civilians and its
all over the vode access net anyhow.

Under
the name ‘Pouty Mcbaby Jedi’ though if asked, Cody will deny he
had anything to do with the naming of that particular vid.

So
when General Kenobi starts going to the
medbay without a single word of complaint, well sue Cody, he’s
worried because what the dwang, that’s not the Jedi he had come to
know and now he’s worried.

Is
the General sick?

Hiding
injuries?

Does
he have something terminal!?

So
Cody is worried, this is his
General after all and he’d rather not get a new one thank you very
much and this is why he stationed himself outside of the medbay and
waited until the General made his way to it, slipping in as
soundlessly as he can.

And
then he waits as Helix finishes up with Boil and Waxer, though which
one of them needs medical attention is kind of up in the air to Cody
as those two go everywhere together. They both send him a surprised
looks when they see him hiding behind one of the privacy screens but
zip it when Cody covers his lips with a finger.

They
look even more curious but they leave, the door closing behind them.

That
means its only Helix and the General in the medbay, so now Cody can
finally hear what’s going on with the man and if he needs to take
even more precau-

“You’re
an evil man cyare,” Obi-Wan chuckled, the tone wholly amused and
Cody felt his eyes widen at the words. “You just had to call me
early so there were still people and I had to wait, didn’t you?”
He huffed in amusement.

There
was an answering laugh, Helix, as the man put away some tools by the
sounds of drawers clicking close and tools being put away. “Well,
you did deserve it riduur. You left me with blueballs when the
Commander walked in on us.” He teased.

Cody
tried to swallow as the implication of the words finally went
through.

Helix
and the General were in a relationship.

W-Wasn’t
that a violation of ranks?

The
Jedi were General’s after all and… well… huh, Helix was a
medic.

Helix
had more sway over the General really if one was fair about it but
still!

Rank!

They’d
be court marshaled!

‘Or
does that really count with us? And from the sounds of it, its all on
the consentual up and up.’  Cody licked his lips nervously and then
peered around the screen to find Obi-Wan hugging Helix tightly, the
medic’s cheek pressed to his collarbone as he obviously enjoyed the
hug, his arms wrapped tightly around the Jedi’s waist. Cody colored
a bit when he took note of a hand cupping the man’s ass happily as
Obi-Wan teased Helix hair out of the bun the medic generally kept his
russet colored hair in.

“So
are you officially off the clock then? Can we lock down the medbay
for an hour or two?” Obi-Wan questioned hopefully.

Coloring
as he started to make his escape to the door, Cody still heard Helix
snort. “You just want to curl up in bed and cuddle don’t you?
Cuddle hog.” He said in a teasing tone that turned into a eep when
the door opened at Cody’s approach.

Both
jumped
away and turned
to
the door, freezing when they saw Cody.

Slowly
the Commander brought his hands up. “…I saw nothing. I heard
nothing…” He stated firmly and then escaped out the open door,
half sniggering at the blushing faces of both redheads, he’d carry
and cherish that memory for ages to come!

Hi Moddy, could you maybe write ObixHelixXKix or any other medic? Crush or relationship. And Cody getting worried why his usually medical disinclined general seems to be going there all the time he gets even a tiny scratch? Pretty please with bucket-full of cherries on top ;) And as always – you’re our fantastic Obific deity, love all your work :)

Its
been a theme since the start of the war.

General
Kenobi does not go to the medic or is a pain in the ass to get to the
medic unless he’s passed out or too
out of it to fight them on it.

Cody
should know, Cody is the one who has to make sure that man goes to
the medic if Skywalker isn’t there and generally that means to
bully his General into going by literally guilting the man into going
while said Jedi does something akin to a pout in return.

The
moment someone tells him that Jedi are amazing, stotic creatures he
will show them the vid Longshot caught of Obi-Wan and him sniping at
each other until Cody finally managed to get the damn man to go to
Helix, the General all the while pouting until he was out of frame.

Oh
who is he kidding, he’s never going to show it to civilians and its
all over the vode access net anyhow.

Under
the name ‘Pouty Mcbaby Jedi’ though if asked, Cody will deny he
had anything to do with the naming of that particular vid.

So
when General Kenobi starts going to the
medbay without a single word of complaint, well sue Cody, he’s
worried because what the dwang, that’s not the Jedi he had come to
know and now he’s worried.

Is
the General sick?

Hiding
injuries?

Does
he have something terminal!?

So
Cody is worried, this is his
General after all and he’d rather not get a new one thank you very
much and this is why he stationed himself outside of the medbay and
waited until the General made his way to it, slipping in as
soundlessly as he can.

And
then he waits as Helix finishes up with Boil and Waxer, though which
one of them needs medical attention is kind of up in the air to Cody
as those two go everywhere together. They both send him a surprised
looks when they see him hiding behind one of the privacy screens but
zip it when Cody covers his lips with a finger.

They
look even more curious but they leave, the door closing behind them.

That
means its only Helix and the General in the medbay, so now Cody can
finally hear what’s going on with the man and if he needs to take
even more precau-

“You’re
an evil man cyare,” Obi-Wan chuckled, the tone wholly amused and
Cody felt his eyes widen at the words. “You just had to call me
early so there were still people and I had to wait, didn’t you?”
He huffed in amusement.

There
was an answering laugh, Helix, as the man put away some tools by the
sounds of drawers clicking close and tools being put away. “Well,
you did deserve it riduur. You left me with blueballs when the
Commander walked in on us.” He teased.

Cody
tried to swallow as the implication of the words finally went
through.

Helix
and the General were in a relationship.

W-Wasn’t
that a violation of ranks?

The
Jedi were General’s after all and… well… huh, Helix was a
medic.

Helix
had more sway over the General really if one was fair about it but
still!

Rank!

They’d
be court marshaled!

‘Or
does that really count with us? And from the sounds of it, its all on
the consentual up and up.’  Cody licked his lips nervously and then
peered around the screen to find Obi-Wan hugging Helix tightly, the
medic’s cheek pressed to his collarbone as he obviously enjoyed the
hug, his arms wrapped tightly around the Jedi’s waist. Cody colored
a bit when he took note of a hand cupping the man’s ass happily as
Obi-Wan teased Helix hair out of the bun the medic generally kept his
russet colored hair in.

“So
are you officially off the clock then? Can we lock down the medbay
for an hour or two?” Obi-Wan questioned hopefully.

Coloring
as he started to make his escape to the door, Cody still heard Helix
snort. “You just want to curl up in bed and cuddle don’t you?
Cuddle hog.” He said in a teasing tone that turned into a eep when
the door opened at Cody’s approach.

Both
jumped
away and turned
to
the door, freezing when they saw Cody.

Slowly
the Commander brought his hands up. “…I saw nothing. I heard
nothing…” He stated firmly and then escaped out the open door,
half sniggering at the blushing faces of both redheads, he’d carry
and cherish that memory for ages to come!

For safetydelayed, can we see some of the fallout from Qui-Gon’s punch?

Listening
quietly at the door, Obi-Wan gripped his tunic hem tightly while
biting his bottom lip as Windu kept tearing into Qui-Gon for lashing
out at Shkma. Obviously Qui-Gon hadn’t told anyone exactly why he
punched the man, though everyone quite correctly assumed it was
because of Obi-Wan.

But
the actual reason was kept by the man who perpetrated the action and
it was not a very Jedi like behavior after all.

Of
course there would be consequences, especially as Qui-Gon outright
said he wasn’t sorry at all when faced with four council members in
his own quarters as he peered at them from his position in his
recliner.

Clearly
that had been the wrong thing and Windu was verbally lashing the man
for behaving like an ogre and there was a threat of suspension with
mind healer sessions until he was cleared by
them, that
such violence was not a sign of instability or some such.

Obi-Wan
couldn’t let that happen, not when Qui-Gon was trying to protect
him, to stick up for Obi-Wan.

So
he stepped out of his room quickly before he could second-guess
himself. “He
did it for me.” Obi-Wan said quietly yet his voice cut through
everything.

Qui-Gon
stood up fast enough to jerk his recliner back several inches,
hurrying around the caff table to his padawan’s side. “Obi-Wan,
you don’t have to tell them anything. I’m fine with suspension.”
The man stated firmly, carefully settling a bandaged hand on Obi-Wan’s
shoulder under the gazes of the four council members.

Shaking
his head a bit, Obi-Wan managed to twitch his lips in a semblance of
a smile that was really more a grimace before he turned his eyes on
Windu, Plo, Ti and Gallia.

He
couldn’t meet their eyes however, found a spot just below Windu’s
nose to stare at which seemed to be decent enough as he wrapped his
arms around himself. “I don’t want you punished for me Master. I
told master the truth about what Shkma did towards me, in full scale,
and it upset him rather pointedly.” Obi-Wan voice started strong
but it ended in a whisper.

Qui-Gon
shifted, settling both hands on his shoulders in a comforting and
supporting motion.

“…What
Shkma did towards you?” Ti questioned in her soft sotto voice.

Swallowing
harshly, looking down at his feet while clenching his hands on his
upper arms, Obi-Wan pressed himself into Qui-Gon’s warmth and
grasp. “…He’s been sexually abusing me since I was fourteen
among everything
else he did to me.” Obi-Wan got out as steady as he could, feeling
a bit numb.

There
was a muted gasp, the hissing of breath between teeth and Obi-Wan
shuddered heavily at the reaction, desperately seeking to hide as
he kept his eyes on his feet.

Feeling
the gazes of the other Jedi on him the young man turned and
Obi-Wan hid in Qui-Gon’s chest as he gave into his urge, shaking as
warm arms wrapped around him and large fingers gently rubbed his
nape. “It is alright Obi-Wan, you do not have to say another word,
we will speak with mind healer Valentine about this and no one else
and
even then you don’t have to tell him anything you don’t want to.
You don’t have to say another word unless you want to Obi-Wan”
The man soothed, his voice and his Force aura oozing of worry and
protectiveness.

Breath
hitching, Obi-Wan pressed even closer into the man’s warm chest,
shaking hard as his ears cottoned to the noise in the quarters. This
was a safe space, Qui-Gon was a safe space.

If
the other said Obi-Wan didn’t have to then he really didn’t have
to.

Qui-Gon
would make things better, would make sure things were alright.

For safetydelayed, can we see some of the fallout from Qui-Gon’s punch?

Listening
quietly at the door, Obi-Wan gripped his tunic hem tightly while
biting his bottom lip as Windu kept tearing into Qui-Gon for lashing
out at Shkma. Obviously Qui-Gon hadn’t told anyone exactly why he
punched the man, though everyone quite correctly assumed it was
because of Obi-Wan.

But
the actual reason was kept by the man who perpetrated the action and
it was not a very Jedi like behavior after all.

Of
course there would be consequences, especially as Qui-Gon outright
said he wasn’t sorry at all when faced with four council members in
his own quarters as he peered at them from his position in his
recliner.

Clearly
that had been the wrong thing and Windu was verbally lashing the man
for behaving like an ogre and there was a threat of suspension with
mind healer sessions until he was cleared by
them, that
such violence was not a sign of instability or some such.

Obi-Wan
couldn’t let that happen, not when Qui-Gon was trying to protect
him, to stick up for Obi-Wan.

So
he stepped out of his room quickly before he could second-guess
himself. “He
did it for me.” Obi-Wan said quietly yet his voice cut through
everything.

Qui-Gon
stood up fast enough to jerk his recliner back several inches,
hurrying around the caff table to his padawan’s side. “Obi-Wan,
you don’t have to tell them anything. I’m fine with suspension.”
The man stated firmly, carefully settling a bandaged hand on Obi-Wan’s
shoulder under the gazes of the four council members.

Shaking
his head a bit, Obi-Wan managed to twitch his lips in a semblance of
a smile that was really more a grimace before he turned his eyes on
Windu, Plo, Ti and Gallia.

He
couldn’t meet their eyes however, found a spot just below Windu’s
nose to stare at which seemed to be decent enough as he wrapped his
arms around himself. “I don’t want you punished for me Master. I
told master the truth about what Shkma did towards me, in full scale,
and it upset him rather pointedly.” Obi-Wan voice started strong
but it ended in a whisper.

Qui-Gon
shifted, settling both hands on his shoulders in a comforting and
supporting motion.

“…What
Shkma did towards you?” Ti questioned in her soft sotto voice.

Swallowing
harshly, looking down at his feet while clenching his hands on his
upper arms, Obi-Wan pressed himself into Qui-Gon’s warmth and
grasp. “…He’s been sexually abusing me since I was fourteen
among everything
else he did to me.” Obi-Wan got out as steady as he could, feeling
a bit numb.

There
was a muted gasp, the hissing of breath between teeth and Obi-Wan
shuddered heavily at the reaction, desperately seeking to hide as
he kept his eyes on his feet.

Feeling
the gazes of the other Jedi on him the young man turned and
Obi-Wan hid in Qui-Gon’s chest as he gave into his urge, shaking as
warm arms wrapped around him and large fingers gently rubbed his
nape. “It is alright Obi-Wan, you do not have to say another word,
we will speak with mind healer Valentine about this and no one else
and
even then you don’t have to tell him anything you don’t want to.
You don’t have to say another word unless you want to Obi-Wan”
The man soothed, his voice and his Force aura oozing of worry and
protectiveness.

Breath
hitching, Obi-Wan pressed even closer into the man’s warm chest,
shaking hard as his ears cottoned to the noise in the quarters. This
was a safe space, Qui-Gon was a safe space.

If
the other said Obi-Wan didn’t have to then he really didn’t have
to.

Qui-Gon
would make things better, would make sure things were alright.