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Can we see what happens next in SecretWeCarry? Do the clones ever figure out the prisoners responsible?

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Letting out a deep sigh as he eyed the report Fox had sent him, Cody rubbed at his stubbled jaw. He finally had the name of the prisoners that had jumped ‘Hardeen’ in the showers, but the only thing was…

Two of them were already dead, had been killed in a riot in the prison and could not be touched much to Cody’s consternation.

The other three involved however were still alive and still in prison, though there had been a few attempted escapes on the three’s attempt, enough to bring them up to the high security levels to prevent them from getting out.

After what had happened to ‘Hardeen’, Fox had also transferred more guards to keep an eye on them and had isolated them from the general population.

Violent prisoners such as these couldn’t be allowed among the general population after all.

‘Five people, five people jumped and assaulted my General…’ Cody stared at the images, two humans and three aliens. ‘He would have tried to fight them but without his Force powers against an overwhelming number…’ Cody’s wanted to put his fist in their face that moment.

The three survivors were one human, one zabrak and a twi’lek and all of them had a long rep, the human actually already had rape on his record and the longer Cody stared at their mugshots, the more his stomach curled with disgust.

‘…Death is too good for them.’ His lips pulled into a snarl before he let out a deep breath, sitting back in the chair of his office. It was practically a small storage but it was okay enough to do the requisition and other paperwork a commander had to fill in for the GAR without input.

The other times he would work with Obi-Wan in his quarters, for things the other had to sign of on and such. Obi-Wan’s office wasn’t much larger but the desk was good to sit at and Obi-Wan had a water boiler to make tea in his office.

He often actually made enough hot water so Cody could have caff, having a jar of instant caff stashed with his tea. It never failed to warm Cody and he suddenly wanted to go see his General.

‘But Obi-Wan is resting and that’s how its going to stay, resting, recovering.’ Cody reminded himself sternly.

Obi-Wan was actually doing somewhat better these days, despite the loss of the fetus and the attack by the CIS. If Cody was to take a guess, the constant attention from not only the medics but also General Skywalker was doing him a galaxy of good.

Along with the troopers own brand of care.

Helix, as the CMO, had sent out a priority message for most of the higher level command to read, to arrange for someone to visit Obi-Wan for an hour every five hour throughout the day cycle and evening cycle, to keep him occupied if he needed conversation.

Always a different clone, always for different reasons.

Obi-Wan needed human interaction and he had always been happy to speak with his troopers since the get go, happy to learn what he could of the troopers unique sign language or about the things they learned, even if some of it made him sad. Or he liked to teach them the things he knew.

He knew that both Waxer and Boil visited him and got language lessons, their visits often lasting longer than the hour the medics had asked for.

No one had the heart to send them away though and when Obi-Wan showed signs of tiredness, the two would make themselves scarce with believable white lies.

Cody too visited for more than the required hour, sometimes not talking at all and simply sitting at Obi-Wan’s side, holding his hand as the two read novels from a pad each. Sometimes that was all Obi-Wan needed, human contact but not a lot of talking.

After everything Obi-Wan had gone through, he needed positive, reinforced contact.

That was why Cody often held the others hand or let Obi-Wan rest his head on his shoulder.

‘But he has to rest now, Band-aid sent out a ship wide message about him being asleep.’ Cody reminded himself, focusing back on the mugshots, narrowing his eyes faintly.

Fox had promised to keep them alive… for now.

‘Your days are numbered… just you wait. You live for now.’ Cody bared his teeth in vicious smile, knowing the prisoners days were numbered.

He’d make SURE of that.

Are Anakin & the Clones going to try and figure out who tipped off Grievous in Secret We Carry?

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Tapping his fingers on the table in frustration and swamping guilt mixed with horror, Anakin stared at the lines of comm codes on the terminal display.

Regardless how long he stared however, nothing changed and Cody finally seemed to have enough as he cleared his throat behind him. “There’s… very little here.” The commander pointed out almost delicately.

Considering what they were seeing and the things it implied, Anakin appreciated that.

Every long range signal of the Negotiator and Resolute were listed here, hell, Cody and Rex had gone about shaking down a few of the tech advanced clones for their long range communicators even.

So those comms were in here too.

And so far, there were only three comm codes that lead away from the ships, everything else was between the two ships, troopers communicating with each others.

One of the comm codes were the council, the secure line, the line Anakin had used often enough lately to have it memorized.

The second was Ahsoka’s line, leading to the comm Anakin had personally secured to ensure being able to safely speak to his padawan.

And the last was the comm Anakin had spoken to Palpatine on.

Out of those three…

The council comms were some of the most secure lines in the galaxy, Jedi slicers had worked on those and the only way to break into them would be to break into the temple itself and gain the comm codes and break it from the inside.

The line Anakin spoke with Ahsoka on could have been compromised of course… but Anakin had himself worked on that line and if there was one thing Anakin prided himself, it was his skill with technology.

That and dueling was the things he was good with.

That left the Chancellor’s own line.

Had the chancellor office become compromised, had an aid been listening in or…

Anakin closed his eyes, breathing through his nose shakily.

No, he knew what had happened.

He knew because Palpatine had never been subtle of his attempt to circumvent Obi-Wan’s authority and position in Anakin’s life, had always tried to make himself Anakin’s mentor in some way. And Anakin, shamefully, would admit that he had liked the attention.

Palpatine had never judged him for wanting things outside the order or doing things differently.

But…

Would he really go so far as to leak Obi-Wan’s position?

‘Yes, yes he would.’ A shiver passed down Anakin’s back, the Force whispering its confirmation in his ear.

He wasn’t stupid, he may have been a bit slow at times, but he understood emotions and the covetous nature of the old politician. Anakin, as a young child, had not understood why Palpatine kept asking for him.

But as a teen and adult, he had come to understand that the Chancellor understood the power Anakin had at his disposal in the Force.

For some reason, the man wanted Anakin’s favor and confidence because of that.

Well, the reasons seemed pretty apparent to Anakin, Anakin could literally ragdoll an entire planet if he wanted to. Had actually done it once during a breakdown with Obi-Wan on a moon, something both of them had kept from all other Jedi and even the Chancellor.

The power would have scared people and Anakin had understood that as a seventeen year old padawan, sitting with Obi-Wan as he carefully put bacta patches on his hurting master’s back with shaking hands, the man’s quiet voice, reassuring voice in his ear.

He’d almost lost Obi-Wan, had felt Obi-Wan’s life drain out of him, just as when he had found his mother a few years later and… well, he had a lot more understanding for Obi-Wan’s rage at seeing master Qui-Gon’s death.

The only reason he had not ragdolled Tatooine came from his rage being focused, though, looking back, Anakin was not proud of what he had done that dark night and he banished those thoughts far, far away.

Standing here and now, Anakin wasn’t sure what to do as he opened his eyes, staring at the comm codes again.

He couldn’t prove anything.

But he could be on guard at the very least. ‘And we’ll need to inform the council… Force, this is such a mess.’ Anakin sighed deeply, shoulders slumping.

All he wanted was to sit with his wife, watch Obi-Wan eat a full meal while not becoming uncomfortable and play sabbac with Ahsoka, was that really so much to ask for?

Ani goes full caring mode in Secrets we Carry. Palpatine is sniffing around too:

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Rinsing the others hair out carefully with the cup, Anakin sent his drowsy master a small smile as his longish hair dripped soap and water into the bowl below him.

Due to his healing injuries and the current painkillers he was on that left him not only sleepy but dizzy, Obi-Wan couldn’t handle standing in a shower for long at the moment and sonic would not be kind to his at the moment sensitive skin due to residual hormones. But Obi-Wan, quietly and a bit shifty, had complained about his hair and beard feeling gross.

Tacky the man had said.

Anakin had pounced on the opportunity.

Offered to wash the others hair as Anakin had done long ago when Obi-Wan had both of his hands broken on a mission, his neck length hair and beard coated with mud.

And to his relief, Obi-Wan had accepted after only a bit of hesitance, his desire for cleanness and comfort outweighing his thoughts on being a ‘burden’.

Oh, Anakin knew how Obi-Wan’s brain functioned.

He would see this as being a nuisance to whoever helped him if he outright asked, which was why Anakin had themed it as Anakin not having anything better to do.

Cody had helped by finding a larger, empty ammo crate that Anakin tipped onto its side to settle the water bowl on while Helix had shoved an empty bed next to the one Obi-Wan occupied for more space, so Obi-Wan could lay in bed still and just carefully tip his head off the side where Anakin sat and washed the others hair.

Running his flesh thumb gently over the others temple, Anakin smile widened at Obi-Wan when he gave a drowsy little noise in return, blinking blearily up at him in return. For all that he didn’t want to be a ‘burden’ to anyone, Obi-Wan looked content at the moment.

Maybe it was because Anakin was touching him, gently scrubbing away dirt, rubbing at his scalp or maybe it was the warm contentment of the medbay.

Or maybe it was the current mood of the medbay.

He could feel several troopers watching them and from the corner of his eyes he could see a smiling Waxer, the troopers still in the medbay contently relaxing after the battle for the Negotiator.

Seeing their General settled and content for the moment, enjoying what could amount to a bit of pampering with how much care Anakin was putting into washing the others hair was doing good for them too after all the weeks of seeing Obi-Wan stagger and drop around them.

It was a good change from the gaunt and tired man that had collapsed in a hallway and given himself a nosebleed due to his fucked up genetics.

Anakin had no idea why stewjoni people had developed such a thing, he was sure that once it was made for survival, perhaps in lean times when the mood dropped where adults tried to keep their children feed to avoid malnourished impact on children.

But it wasn’t useful anymore.

Especially not to a Force sensitive, they were suppose to eat more calories due to the way channeling Force through themselves burned calories and liquids. There was a reason Helix had kept Obi-Wan on so many Iv’s throughout the days after all and now, thanks to the fucking droidbait scum, Obi-Wan was back on it, his arm bandaged in a blue, sticky bandage since it made Obi-Wan nauseous to look at it.

Running another cup of water through the others hair, more to be certain than for anything else, Anakin watched how Obi-Wan’s eyes closed again, the soft touch of Anakin washing his hair making him even more lethargic.

It was a good look on the other, despite once more wearing medbay scrubs, eyes closed and comfortable over the two beds.

Picking up the waiting towel, Anakin wrapped in the others hair and started slowly rubbing, not wanting to be too vigorous and make Obi-Wan feel energized.

No, Obi-Wan needed rest and it soothed Anakin’s frenetic emotions to see the other rest, the image of Obi-Wan on his knees, bleeding on the durasteel floor after fighting with with bone weary tiredness already in him being replaced by this.

A soft, comfortable and sleepy Obi-Wan.

Much better.

I have never really read Star Wars fics before but you are def changing that! I am even rewatching the clone wars because I like your stories so much! I am soo curious as to what will happen next in the secret we carry! Is obi gonna be okay? How are the medics gonna react? What is Ani gonna do?

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Busting into the room, Anakin paused uncertainly to take in the chaos of the medbay.

While Obi-Wan had been the primary target of Grievous but the troopers, bless their hearts, had thrown themselves into the line of fire so to speak, trying to slow the karking asshole down.

That and the droids Grievous had brought with him onto the Negotiator with the boarding ship had lead to several troopers becoming injured and in worst case, death.

So the medbay was full, Helix and the junior medics rushing around, helping those they could.

Loath to disturb the medics saving lives, Anakin took a deep breath through his nose and focused on Obi-Wan’s Force aura, tracing it to a bed further in the back.

Either drugged or having fallen naturally asleep, Obi-Wan was resting on a crisp, white medical bed, his clothes changed from the soft cardigan and sweats to medical garb and he wasn’t alone in the back as by his side in a chair, holding his hand though he quickly let go when Anakin approached, Commander Cody.

The commander nodded to Anakin when he approached but made no move to stand up.

Considering the brace currently from settled around left knee, that was understandable and Anakin sent it a quick frown.

“Grievous kicked me,” Cody answered the silent question, Anakin hissing quietly since he knew how hard that fucker could lash out. “Yeah, Helix has done what he could but I might not be walking without a limp, it all depends on how well it heals and even then, I’m gonna feel it when the weather pressure changes.” He sighed quietly.

Sighing quietly along with him, Anakin slowly sat down on the bedside, grasping the hand Cody had been holding moments before, tracing the back of Obi-Wan’s freckled hand with his thumb. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here faster. I’m sorry we didn’t chase them away quicker.” Anakin whispered, feeling drained and tired as he wasn’t sure if he was apologizing to Cody or Obi-Wan.

So many lives had been lost and people he cared about injured.

Because Grievous had found them.

Someone had leaked the information of their position, of that Anakin was certain and an uneasy feeling had settled in his stomach.

He would have to check the comms of both the Resolute and the Negotiator but something told him that outside of himself, the only outside contact might be the Jedi council.

The same council that had sent them here for Obi-Wan’s safety and had censored Obi-Wan’s folder to prevent the mission details to be leaked.

He had, in a fit of paranoia, contacted Ahsoka and had her try to slice the file, his padawan informing him with a smile that nope, neither her or any of her friends could get into the mission folder.

And then they had to explain to a stern faced Mace Windu what they had been doing.

Thankfully the master of the order hadn’t punished anyone, only given Anakin a long, stoic look over holo before sighing and told him to look after Obi-Wan.

Not that Anakin wasn’t already doing that as best he could but…

Well, he couldn’t overwhelm or hover over Obi-Wan either and sometimes he had to do other things.

Staring at the pale face of his master, Anakin let out a deep breath. “How was he?” He questioned, not looking away even as he aimed the question at Cody.

There was a shift. “Karking scrap metal gave him internal bleeding, broke four of his ribs, tore several muscles in his left arm and he had a gash on the back of his head that gave him a concussion after he hit the wall,” The words were tight and quiet, Cody clearly unhappy to recite the injuries but knowing Anakin would want to know. “Helix fixed him up of course but those things on top of his existing conditions… Helix put him into a healing coma.” The commander explained.

Frustration bubbled up in Anakin’s stomach as he tightened his grip on the others hand.

He understood why but Force, why was it always Obi-Wan?

His heart hurt just looking at his former master. “… He’s going to loose weight again.” Anakin whispered bitterly.

Cody just nodded mutely in agreement, the two staring at Obi-Wan’s weary, pale face as they both cursed the fates that seemed to land Obi-Wan in trouble.

SecretWeCarry oh POOR Obi!! That was rough on him, and I’m REALLY glad that Anakin got there in enough time to prevent more damage – I could practically SEE him Force-toss Grievous, and that was awesome. And the Troopers were great too, dogpiling Grievous like they did! I’m surprised but grateful that nobody was seriously hurt by him!

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Pulling his General away from the furious fight between Skywalker and the cyborg, Cody struggled not to let his Jedi know that he was limping.

Grievous kicks were one hell of a tool and Cody was honestly a bit envious by the clanker even if he’d never admit to that.

Thanks to that, several of the troopers were feeling the effect of said kicks or just feeling the effect of hitting the durasteel floor of the Negotiator when they were shaken off after dog piling the fucker.

Considering Obi-Wan’s personality, Obi-Wan would be sure to blame himself for their injuries despite Grievous being the perpetrator.

Obi-Wan had been proven to blame himself for the actions of others when he was the target they were after before.

He still blamed himself for Maul after all.

Tucking the redhead to his side, Cody glanced to Boil and Waxer, relaxing slightly when the former raised a thumb before quickly signing in hand signals to him.

The two were sore but not too injured, their armor protecting them as intended. ‘Unlike Obi-Wan.’ Cody winced as the redhead coughed then spat blood onto the floor, barely hanging onto Cody for support as the man swayed. “General, we need to get you to a medi-” A trooper hustled over, one of the shiny’s, though Cody couldn’t tell which of them with their helmet on.

But he had a medical backpack in hand.

It would be enough for emergency treatment, until things cooled down and Cody could get the General back to Helix and the medbay for a proper checkup. ‘As long as we can chase the fucking clankers and the big clanker himself of off the ship, though with the raw power Skywalker’s currently throwing at him, he’s bound to turn cockroach soon.’ Cody glanced over to the battle.

Skywalker was a raging bantha bull in a pen at the moment as he kept literally throwing the heavy cyborg off his mechanical feet, not even letting him get close with his many sabers to attack.

Clearly the severe threat to his former master had put the man in snit, not that Cody could blame him as he felt Obi-Wan cling to him for support as the shiny put medicine dispenser to his neck and injected.

Honestly, any sane man would have turned tail and run when they had seen the look on Anakin Skywalker’s face when Obi-Wan buckled to the floor, blood and bile in his beard and on his soft cardigan, his face pallid from his pain and sweaty from exertion as he trembled against on his knees.

Then again, you couldn’t accuse Grievous of being a sane man could you, considering who he regularly went up against and who he served.

Glancing back at his slumped General, Cody took a chance and slowly started to sink down on the durasteel floor with the man, keeping him supported all the way down as the shiny paused long enough for Obi-Wan to be settled before continuing, this time with a bacta spray in hand for the obvious head wound the man had.

“Easy does it General, we got it under control…” Cody whispered, hesitating before reaching out to slowly run his fingers through the blood matted red hair. “We got your back General. Trust us.” Cody whispered, swallowing thickly.

Isolating their General had lead to much of his weakness in the beginning as his biology had released the hormones that suppressed his appetite, not to mention what had occurred while he was undercover as Hardeen.

So if the other had rejected him and told him to buzz off while he was injured, Cody would have understood.

Instead Obi-Wan let out a low whine and pressed closer to Cody. “I always do…” He breathed out, coughing up blood onto Cody’s chestplate and vambrace, keening quietly as the shiny set another injection. “I trust you.” He slurred, only half aware as Cody fought his own tears, protectively wrapped around his General as both trusted the rest of the troopers and Skywalker to send Grievous and his droids packing.

SecretWeCarry, oh I’m so glad that Anakin is on his way! As if this wasn’t emotionally-charged enough, Grievous just HAD to step in; Anakin is SO shook up. Part of me is glad he could get close enough for the bond to open – that means OBI can sense him in return, so he’s not TECHNICALLY alone – but it also worries me, because if Anakin’s NOT quick enough, that bond is only going to highlight for Anakin how much he’s failing Obi right now. Either way, Grievous makes this a dicey situation!

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Slamming into the wall with a sickening crack, Obi-Wan cried out with pain and spat up blood and bile on the durasteel floor, all sounds around him muted down except the ringing in his ears.

He had been right that Grievous had been on the boarding party along with a squadron of droids that kept the troopers busy for the most part, the cyborg targeting Obi-Wan immidiatly with Obi-Wan responding as best he could, the two exchanging taunts as normal.

Well, the slippers had given the cyborg a pause but things had quickly devolved from their to a full on battle in the hanger.

And now Obi-Wan was quite clearly having internal injuries along with the external ones, a thin stream of blood making its way down Obi-Wan’s temple from his hair.

Potentially a flesh wound from hitting the wall, Grievous cyborg leg hitting with the force of a skycar out of control.

And Grievous kick had clearly done damage to his insides as well, with the hit to the wall had rung Obi-Wan’s head, his head throbbing as he struggled to get to his feet, the wheezing of the cyborg coming closer sending panic through Obi-Wan’s systems.

It was so hard, he could barely keep up with the damn cyborg at the moment but thankfully the troopers were aiding him, causing Grievous to roar with anger, the sound echoing off the walls along with the sounds of blasters as someone threw a grenade at him to give Obi-Wan a chance to recover..

Cody had outright tackled the cyborg with a few others only a few minutes earlier, dog piling him before being shaken off.

Thankfully, none of the troopers seemed too injured by that action, Obi-Wan didn’t know if he could forgive himself if any of them died here and now in the hanger with Grievous when there was just a token force of droids to keep them occupied while Grievous was doing his best to kill Obi-Wan.

Thankfully, as Obi-Wan parried a lightsaber swinging at him, he felt the bond between himself and Anakin become alive with proximity, the other clearly on his way.

Obi-Wan could have cried with relief but ended up dodging from another lightsaber slash, his ribs protesting as Obi-Wan spat out another mouthful of blood.

Because Obi-Wan wasn’t enough.

He was sick, he was injured and he just wanted to sleep but Grievous was a danger to every trooper onboard, Obi-Wan refused to hide when he knew the other was out after him. He wouldn’t sacrifice the troopers just to run away from the damn cyborg that was so intent on killing him.

“Pathetic Kenobi,” Grievous wheezed at him, Obi-Wan barely jumping out of the way of one saber while parrying another. “Your condition has left you even weaker than before. I will take great pleasure in taking your head and your saber.” He growled out, somehow managing to both wheeze and sound smug at the same time.

Normally, Obi-Wan would be jauntily replying back, sassing and distracting but all of Obi-Wan’s focus was going into defending and breathing.

He was just feeling so exhausted and in pain, seeing double of everything and inwardly he cursed.

Knocking his head against the wall must have done some trauma.

Hissing as his next dodge wasn’t good enough, cutting through his leggings and into his left thigh, Obi-Wan wondered how long he could keep going when he heard the most beautiful sentence in the world.

“Skywalker incoming!” A trooper called out and Obi-Wan could have cried from relief, hearing a ship, most likely Anakin’s Interceptor, coming powering through the force field of the hanger.

And when he heard the tell-tale sounds of a ship crashing against the floor and the popping of a canopy he could have laughed.

‘Another happy landing…’ He thought hysterically, his knees buckling under him as Anakin came roaring into his field of vision, the blond knocking Grievous back with a throw of brute Force.

Reinforcement had arrived and Obi-Wan could finally, finally lean into the aid of Cody when the commander appeared at his side to pull him away from the fight gingerly, trusting Anakin to deal with the interloper as he powered down his saber.

Please tell me Anakin is on his way in Secret we carry!?

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Snarling loudly as raced through the halls, the blaring alarms covering the sound, Anakin questioned how the hell this had happened.

Of all the bastards to find them this far out from anyone that could aid them, it was Grievous.

Anakin had preferred karking Ventress to that scrap metal, at least she could be talked with, as much as Anakin hated both, at least Ventress he knew could have a bone of sympathy in her body that the other CIS did not have.

Especially not with Obi-Wan.

Ventress had once tortured Obi-Wan, made everyone think he was dead but Obi-Wan reminded her of her lost master supposedly and sometimes, sometimes as the mission where Obi-Wan landed in Maul’s grasp showed, Ventress could extend mercy towards him.

Ah but Ventress no longer fought at the CIS side, she had turned on Dooku and was now somewhere else in the shitty galaxy where Obi-Wan was now karking fighting against Grievous, who had boarded the Negotiator!

Anakin had almost screamed when he had seen the boarding ship impact the side of the Negotiator.

He had known.

The moment he saw he had known and had been moving away from the controls while yelling for Rex to take charge as he charged down the halls to the elevator, desperate to get to his interceptor, the same Interceptor kind Obi-Wan had.

The ones Anakin had painted for them.

One yellow and one red.

The colors of the Open Circle Armada, the colors of the fleet he and Obi-Wan commanded, gaining untold victories together as Jedi Generals.

But Obi-Wan wasn’t the same warrior as he was back then.

He was currently weakened, he was here to recover and Anakin with the 212th and 501st were there to protect him.

‘Please, just hold on long enough for me to get there. I know you can, you’re strong Obi-Wan but so is Grievous, so just hold on for me to get my karking ass over there.’ Anakin gritted his teeth, grasping desperately at the muted by distance bond he had to Obi-Wan.

That at least let him know Obi-Wan was alive.

Alive but scared.

Gritting his teeth, Anakin legged it the last few halls, bursting into the hanger and startling several mouse droids and several clone ship marshallers. A few called after him but Anakin didn’t have time.

He didn’t even wait for R2, Force opening the canopy to throw himself into his Interceptor. “I’m on my way. I’m on my way. Just hold on.” He panted, engaging the motors, hearing people cry out and R2 crying out curses in binary as Anakin took off without the astromech, racing out the Resolute’s hanger and into battle.

Not that he was going to remain in battle.

He was aimed at the Negotiator’s hanger, shooting what came between him and his goal, trusting his troopers to take care of the droid bait and Rex to take care of the Resolute. He knew he could trust them.

And while he also trusted Cody and the 212th, he needed to be at Obi-Wan’s side.

“If he touches one hair on Obi-Wan’s head,” Anakin hissed out between clenched teeth, hands clenched on the Interceptors controllers. “I’ll fucking shove his own beating heart into his lungs with my flesh hand.” He pulled the controls sharply, bringing the Interceptor into a sharp dive, aiming for the open hanger of the Negotiator, Obi-Wan’s voice coming into clarity as Anakin cleared into proximity, their bond breaking open.

‘Anakin! Help!’

#secretswecarry- is Obi able to physical handle the stress of battle? If he does handle it, does he collapse afterwards?

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Staring out the view of the bridge, feeling speechless and frozen, Obi-Wan clung tightly to his saber. Cody had marched past him and was barking out orders, the bridge a mass of activity as everyone got to their post and continued returning fire on the Malevolence.

How in the Force had Grievous found them!?

This entire trip was off the books.

Anakin and Obi-Wan were officially listed in a totally different sector to avoid this because of Obi-Wan’s… delicate state.

This wasn’t suppose to happen.

Shaking himself, Obi-Wan stepped forward to Cody’s side, looking at him. “Can we contact the Resolute?” He questioned quietly.

Shaking his head, Cody turned his head to him. “No sir, the comms are blocked, the rustbuckets fault I’m sure, though the Resolute is also returning fire but…” They both looked out the view again, at the gathered CIS ships.

There were a lot, giving both the Negotiator and the Resolute a run for their credits.

And the Malevolence was focused on the Negotiator.

Kark, this was not good, Obi-Wan wasn’t sure he was up to handle Grievous right n- “INCOMING!” Someone shouted and Obi-Wan looked up just in time to see something whiz past the view, the entire star destroyer rocking as something impacted with them.

“What was that!?” Cody roared, moving forward to the techs at the controls.

“A boarding ship! We got clankers onboard!” Someone replied back and Obi-Wan felt himself freeze as everything came into crystal clear realization.

This was planned. This wasn’t an accidental find.

This attack was planned because Grievous knew.

Somehow, the CIS knew that Obi-Wan wasn’t in a good condition and would make for an easier target, whether they knew of his miscarriage or not wasn’t even important but they knew.

Someone had misspoken or been on an unsecured line or something and the information had returned to Dooku’s master, the true Sith above him and they had sent Grievous after Obi-Wan for whatever reason.

Most likely to kill him as there wouldn’t make for much sense to take Obi-Wan hostage, getting rid of one of the key players of the war as Obi-Wan held several high positions both as a Jedi council master and a High Jedi General.

“Grievous is on the ship.” He stated with conviction, feeling like his voice was coming from too far away even as he spoke, Cody whirling around to stare at him, Obi-Wan able to feel it even through the man’s helmet.

Actually, he could feel several stares but no one argued against him, every trooper realizing that he was right despite how ludicrous it was for Grievous to know.

“There is nothing of value out here in this system for either the CIS or the Republic, our location isn’t officially listed anywhere, a false trail was left for anyone that looked…” Obi-Wan continued, swallowing thickly. “He’s coming here for me. He knows.” Obi-Wan tongue felt thick in his mouth.

What was he suppose to do?

They couldn’t get contact with Anakin and the Resolute, Grievous was onboard for certain, the CIS knew something at the very least of Obi-Wan’s condition and they could not call for any other aid, stuck out here as they were.

Whirling around to the rest of the bridge, Cody roared orders as the alarms of the Negotiator shrilly sounded, Obi-Wan feeling unmoored as he shakily tried to bring himself to hunt Grievous down, turning and stepping out the doors with Cody rushing after when he noticed Obi-Wan leaving the bridge.

Hi! I absolutely love love love your writing!! You are an incredible author. Your updates are the highlight of my week. I absolutely love Secret We Carry, and I was wondering what’ll happen next? What if the ship got attacked and a still injured Obi-Wan has to leave the med bay for whatever reason, and the troops see how bad off Obi-Wan is. 😱 That would likely be rather emotionally devastating for multiple people. 1/2

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Shuffling his feet into his slippers, ignoring Helix amused look at the tooka heads on them, Obi-Wan glanced around the medbay as he got up.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Cody sitting with a pad on the other bed, Helix organizing some supplies, both glancing at him when they thought he wouldn’t realize, the powered down med droids in the corner for when Helix needed help in the medbay for several people, an abandoned tray that had housed Obi-Wan’s and Cody’s lunch only minutes ago…

Nothing out of the usual.

And yet Obi-Wan couldn’t help an uneasy stirring low in his stomach.

Nervously scratching at his collarbone, disturbing his shirt, Obi-Wan looked to Cody. “Is Anakin coming today?” He questioned quietly, his hands itching to grab for his lightsaber. It had been stationed on Obi-Wan’s nightstand for his comfort sake, fully in view.

It was reassuring just to see it and Helix had obviously realized that after the first two days and had Cody fetch for him from Obi-Wan’s quarters.

Lowering his pad, Cody shook his head. “I don’t think so sir, from what Captain Rex told me, the engine issue seemed to be pretty massive. The engineers would of course get it working again but we all know how good General Skywalker is with machines.” The trooper stated evenly.

‘That’s almost an understatement.’ Obi-Wan smiled wryly.

He was proud of Anakin’s skills, had always been as machines almost came to Anakin as naturally as breathing did.

‘I should mention to him that the next time I see him…’ He mused to himself as he carefully started stretching, working a few of the minor katas to get his body back to normal. Obi-Wan had tried to praise Obi-Wan but sometimes he felt like a failure as a master, not giving Anakin enough.

It was a thing Obi-Wan often wondered if many first time master’s felt.

Quinlan had often been a wreck with him about Aayla honestly, often questioning if he did enough, was enough, could do enough, was a good master to her.

Not that Obi-Wan had the… best examples.

He loved Qui-Gon, but even he could admit that Qui-Gon should not have been a master to anyone at the time, he should have been with the mind healers and gotten himself healthy. Qui-Gon had healed… but the expense of Obi-Wan.

Yoda had used a teen to heal his lineage member and that was something Obi-Wan would never forget, a little voice that often told him that Yoda was imperfect and as his lineage member and fellow council member, Obi-Wan could and should question him if something seemed suspect in his decisions.

Of course, Obi-Wan didn’t like reminding Yoda, especially in council meetings. The look on the old man’s face when he said it…

Well, council meetings tended to end rather soon after Obi-Wan pulled that card.

How long it would work against the man to make Yoda think more carefully about his decisions Obi-Wan wasn’t sure but for now it still did.

‘Maybe it will continue to work until the hurt I carry heals?’ He paused, frowning slightly, missing Cody’s concerned stare. ‘If he’s waiting for that, then he’s going to have to wait for a very long time. What Qui-Gon did to me… I think I might carry the scars of his behavior towards me forever, until I go into the Force embrace. As much as I loved him, its impossible to ignore the behaviors his actions towards me instilled.’ Obi-Wan forced himself to move again, working slowly through the katas with deep breaths.

Only for the Force to blare through his head like a warning siren, Obi-Wan instinctively summoning his saber to his hand before giving a shocked cry as the ship rocked, sending Obi-Wan toppling onto his bed.

Helix and Cody were not as lucky, being sent to the floor in their own surprise as alarms rocked the ship.

Jerking to his feet, Obi-Wan ran for the door with Cody and Helix hot on his tail, the medic shouting for Obi-Wan to stop.

“I’m sorry Helix but I need to be a General now, not a patient!” Obi-Wan called back over his shoulder, rushing for the bridge, several troopers rushing past him to their own stations, only the shiny’s pausing in shock at seeing their General in his current dress.

Cody swore loudly. “He’s right Helix! Return to the medbay, there’s sure to be some injuries after that.” The commander roared over the alarms, Helix shouting a loud curse before clearly turning and heading back as Obi-Wan and Cody ran for the elevator.

Punching in the emergency code, Obi-Wan took a deep breath while enforcing himself with the Force, knowing he would need it as the elevator took of at breakneck speed to the bridge, Cody at his side practically vibrating in place.

They were being attacked, no more time for being a patient with lives on the line.

No more time for Obi-Wan to be pathetic.

Secret we carry, how is Obi-Wan doing? is he recovering at all?

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Slowly shifting himself off the bed, Obi-Wan glanced at Helix, the medic smiling gently at him which Obi-Wan could only offer a brittle one in return before he was gingerly stretching his hands over his head.

Carefully and slowly, he worked through four slow katas, a morning greeting, reaching down to his feet and then into warrior pose.

It all hurt but the morning greeting less than the others.

His stomach felt overly sore and his legs trembled.

If it was pain or if it was just the latest few weeks of Obi-Wan being forced to stay in bed weakening him, he wasn’t sure but he needed to get back in shape for sure. If for nothing else than for his own sake.

“What level of pain are you on sir?” Helix questioned carefully, watching him.

Mulling on that as he straightened, sitting down on his bed, Obi-Wan breathed out heavily before shaking his head. “About a six, I can still manage but things are… uncomfortable and I don’t think I could do a full rain walker kata.” He nibbled on his lower lip.

Helix nodded, moving over to a cupboard and rummaging around for a few minutes, returning to Obi-Wan with a patch in hand.

Obi-Wan peered at it then carefully tilted his head, pretending he couldn’t feel the way Helix entire being turned from contemplative to touched and saddened at the same time.

If there was anyone Obi-Wan trusted at this moment, it was Helix.

So he held still as the man carefully put the analgesic patch to his neck. “This should help take the edge of. I’ll assess your pain medication in the meantime, see what kind of dose you need to ensure you go down to a three at least to help your overall condition.” He stated slowly.

A lack of pain meant an improved condition for sure, as Obi-Wan would be able to be active which would help him exercise which in turn would help his body return to normal.

A normal Obi-Wan desperately desired.

Another normalcy was that he was finally done with the medication for the syphilis he had… contracted.

Normalcy would mean leaving the medbay though…

For all the pain and discomfort that lingered in a medbay, Obi-Wan felt reluctant to leave.

Somehow, the medbay had become his comfort.

Maybe it had to do with the way the troopers seemed to have gone from detached professionalism in an attempt to cope themselves to rabid protectiveness.

Maybe it was Helix himself, looking ready to stab even Anakin should he upset Obi-Wan the slightest.

Or maybe it was just the comfort of a bed that you could raise the back of.

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure and honestly, at this point, he wasn’t sure he would figure it out.

What he knew was that he didn’t want to be alone, even for a second and therefore he mutely caught Helix by his wrist as the medic went to dispose of the remains of the patch, the foil and coverings for it, grateful that he no longer needed the IV drip as that would have made his move uncomfortable or potentially painful.

“General?” Helix blinked at him, pausing before willingly going when Obi-Wan pulled, the medic being pulled in front of Jedi.

That done, Obi-Wan leaned his forehead forward until he was resting his head on Helix chestplate, clinging to the warm skin. He was grateful Helix hadn’t been wearing his gloves, apparently the other had realized that Obi-Wan drew comfort from the warm skin to skin touch and the medic would never deny him what little comfort and skinship interaction Obi-Wan could handle.

Helix stared down at him for a few minutes before the foil was discarded on the bed, his other hand coming up to carefully stroke through Obi-Wan’s short strands, his blunt nails catching a few tangles that he efficiently combed through, used to it from his own curly, long hair that was tied up in the bun as usual.

“…Is Anakin or Cody coming back soon?” Obi-Wan whispered, swallowing thickly.

He was safe with Helix but he wanted his former padawan or his commander too.

There had been a time when Anakin’s possessiveness of the people in his life and his inability to let go scared Obi-Wan. Now, in his current condition, Obi-Wan wasn’t sure he could handle his own life without him.

And Cody, just as Helix, had promised him safety, a rabid sort of protectiveness in his Force aura.

It should scare him, he should try to sooth them, calm them down like the Jedi master he was suppose to be.

Instead the feeling they gave him made him feel safe.

So he did nothing and instead clung to their hands when they gave them.

“Soon,” Helix whispered comfortingly. “General Skywalker promised he’d be done on the Resolute today and Commander Cody just need to finish his shift.” Helix stated quietly, still rubbing his finger through Obi-Wan’s hair.

‘…Soon.’ Obi-Wan swallowed again, closing his eyes.