Why is there no yennefer fanfiction anywhere, ESPECIALLY when it comes to the games. I do not care for the show, I want game yennefer content!!! It's insane.
I actually need to rewatch all the star wars movies. I haven't watched them in a solid amount of time and I want to get back into only thinking about star wars lmaooo.
I am low-key so locked into the Witcher rn (the games not the series) and I don't know if I'll be able to juggle them đ
This series follows reader and maul from when they were both padawa/aprentice to ( as far as i have planned) the end of revenge of the sith.its slowburn. Series
Summary: ⼠Obi wan and reader are going to Ilum for the gathering. There chances on kyber get slimmer and slimmer when a long forgotten enemy approaches.
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Ilum was cold but it didnât matter to you. Becoming a jedi knight had its challenges and the cold was not one of them. You were walking a little behind Jedi Master Qui- Gon Jinn , across the icy plains. He was clutching his robe closely around him. The ship had landed further away from the mouth of the cave than normal. Which may be why master Qui-Gon wore that foreign expression again, somewhere between excitement and dread. You had decided ages ago that you rather go with the former then the later. Sure he had only just become a jedi master but he wouldnât fall to fear so easily not on a day like today.
You shot a quick look at Obi Wan on your left, his hands were shaking but his eyes were straight ahead. Obi had all the reasons to be shaking. He had finally become a padawan at the age of 13, which was rather late as you were 11. His new jedi master walked in front of him. Your own was probably back in the temple; he had assured you that you would be fine and insisted that he had a meeting to attend to. It was abnormal for there to be only 2 for the gathering. You were originally with 3 but Rand had run off to go save her father. You only knew about it because Obi had tried to stop her . Another reason for his shaking.
When he had told you so, you couldnât help but be a little wounded. Neither of them had come for you, a faint separation that had followed you since you had gotten to the temple. Yes you were a little older when you got there but you worked hard, even Rand had told you herself that she would trust you with her life. A compliment gained after a sparring session that had left you and her with matching bruises. You had always hated liars - disliked liars, hate wasn't becoming of a jedi.
You entered the kyber cristal cave. Qui Gonâs voice echoing against the curved walls. He was going over the rules and traditions of the gathering, which you knew by heart by now. When you got to the main corridor, you saw another jedi master, master Dooku. It was rather common for a higher rank jedi to be at the gathering but that was normally yoda - You didnât mind it one bit. Yoda was a great jedi, probably the best but you didn't know him very well. He helped you grow just like any other youngling but master Dooku had brought you to the temple himself. You had hoped that he would have taken you as his padawan. That didnât happen of course but the reverence you held for the jedi still remained.
Before any of you could get a word out he opened a shutter and shifted a metal structure at the top of the cave, sending a ray of light to the iced gate at the end of the corridor where the massive ice covered gateway started to slowly melt. Once the ice had fully melted, you were going to get your kyber cristal. You spared one last look at Obi wan - who had finally stopped shaking. He appeared surprisingly comfortable, sure he was excited but he didnât seem nervous. Should you not be nervous?
Qui-Gon shared a fond look with his late master; he wondered if he had looked so amazed when he had come to Ilum all those years ago. He remembered how his hands were so sweaty back then, his kyber cristal almost slipped out on his way back. Dokku had looked so proud of him. He would do the same for Obi Wan , no matter the time it took for him to come back. He was about to break the silence when his master beat him to it.
âPadawan be..âboth of them didnât turn around to face Dooku which he did not appreciate âthe door will melt if you do or do not look at it younglingsâ their 2 little heads snaped back so quick Qui- Qon had to hold back a chuckle. The new padawan clearly took offence to her old youngling title. She always held herself with such passion. From what Qui-Gon knew from working with the younglings, her bond with the force was strong but unpredictable, making her meditation training difficult. He hoped she could conquer that today.
âBe as it is,both of you know by now the responsibility that has fallen upon youâ master dooku continued â to find and bond with your own kyber cristal and take the first step to become the jedi you are meant to beâ the short speech different from what Qui-Gon remembered. Dooku changed the words a little, maybe he had forgotten. No matter the case Qui-Gon couldnât let them enter without warning them he cleared his throat.
âEven without your kyber you should make sure to return in one rotation. You don't want to be stuck for 19 days now do you?â They both answered with a resounding â no master Qui-Gonâ he was still not used to that. The only thing he could do now was wait as the padawan stepped further and further out of sight. His master had already taken to meditating when he snapped out of his nostalgic haze. He set down next to him to fall into another.
âSo how should we conquer this?â That was the first thing she had said to him since yesterday evening - well more early morning. Obi wan hadnât expected her to actually talk to him about any of it and it seems that he was right. He wished he wasnât. Now that Rand was gone he really only had her to go through this with, somewhere a darker part of him wished Rand would have been here instead.
â We don't have to do this together, you know,â she continued. He could see her in the corner of his eye.â I could go left and you right at the next conjunction Kenobiâ He knew he had hurt her and she wouldnât let it slide so easily and yet there was an unsettling nervousness radiating off her. Why did she have to be so closed off? Why couldnât they talk like the others? Why did it always feel like pulling teeth?
"Do you want to?â He asked back, finally looking at her, she was on edge.
Always trying to predict my next move must be exhausting -Obi Wan thought . He wasn't cold hearted, he did feel bad about not asking her to help but he hadnât had the time. He had caught Rand in the act of sneaking out and he couldnât lose her. It didn't matter now. He wondered how Qui-Gon would handle this. A small smile forming on his lips at the fact he had a wise jedi master now.
âIt doesnât matter to meâ she stated turning away from him â i will go search over thereâ and she pointed to a rather small unsuspecting corridor on their right â you do what you want Kenobiâ that was another thing he couldnât understand, why did she always call him Kenobi? Most anyone from their group called him Obi Wan and in Rand's case she called him Obi. It annoyed him.
He took the other corridor and started looking for green kyber specifically just like his master. He knew he only got one and that he didnât get to choose but still maybe he was good enough. Maybe he'll get a green saber that matches the faint green eyes he remembered his mother having. Living on Coruscant had given him a lack of the colour; the only bit of green was the uneti tree outside the temple.
He made his way deeper and deeper into the cave. Old mining shafts lay vacant from aeons ago, the only thing connecting them to the cave being strong metal cable. Probably used for pulling carts Obi Wan reasoned despite that there were no carts near him. A colder wind than before blew through making him pull his winter robes closer around him. He followed it back to where it came from. Only to be met with a huge lake completely frozen over. He wondered how there could be wind in a cave. It must be the force calling to him.
He looked around until he saw a faint glow to the other side of the lake. He shuffled across the ice slowly and carefully, stopping near a few rocks that stuck out to look a little closer at the light- it only became brighter and brighter laying right under an iced ledge like a natural roof for such a special cristal. He made short work of the final stretch and finally reached out to the little glistening gem.
Clear like water, a shining blue rock that felt soft like a hug from a lost friend. Sky blue that matched the eyes he saw in the mirror every morning. Before he could stick it in his homemade kyber pocket his head hit the wall with an unrelenting loud thud again and again. He clutched the gem nearer to his heart and tried to focus on what was happening. The shadow cast on the wall before him was gigantic and daunting, horned on the head. This couldnât be, there were no violent species on Ilum.
His head hit the floor , another thud echoing over the lake. His eyes couldnât see who or what was attacking him but he felt one restless hand aimlessly trying to grab for his kyber Cristal.
Obi wan dug his nail into the arm of the attacker making it hiss .In the short moment the thing was distracting he moved the gem under him into the hidden pocket in his robe. The monster above him smacked him back into the nearby wall. Obi Wan was slowly losing consciousness with what he assumed must be a pretty bad head injury. The figure brought a fist down onto his stomach making a loud crunch ring out.He was almost sure of his demise when the figure let go of him, tried to search for his kyber one last time with a hiss fled as quickly as it came.
He couldnât make sense of it until he heard the low echoing noise of running coming closer to him. He could make out a semi familiar call of his last name a few meters away from him. She had come back for him. A steady hand pressed a cloth to the back of his head. He didnât remember when he had turned himself around exactly or how far they were from help but he knew they needed to get out of here quickly. He just hoped he could convince her.
â Do you have your cristal?â He slurred a little but he must have been clear enough as an expression of confusion and then annoyance seeped into her face â No I havenât, it doesn't matter now. We need to get you backâ. Finally they agreed on something. She helped him up slowly, more than half his weight fully leaning on her. â What about yours?â she asked â I broke itâ Obi Wan slurred somberly.
â you can't blame yourself for a fallâ she stated â you will come back when you're better and find the most perfect green kyberâ she continued. Force,he was barely hanging on now. âBlueâ he whimpers between slow breaths âwere almost there just a little longerâ she picked up the pace resorting to more of a piggyback ride to move quicker.
â i-i didnât fallâ he gurgled between shallow breaths and loud gasps.
You didnât know what to think of that. The head injury was bad; he might have been hallucinating. The only thing that kept you from that easier to consume option was that you knew Obi Wan was one of the better climbers. He was better than you and you wouldnât have fallen from that ledge. He was also laying under it and not near the edge. Deep down you knew something attacked him but right now you simply needed to get him out of here.
You had doubled back when you had realised that your way had been a dead end. Force, you were annoyed with yourself. You should have sat your pride aside and stayed with him. It would have been a 2 against one, maybe you wouldnât have had to hear his ragged breathing now. You had wasted time looking in cracks and crevices to not face him again.
You couldnât handle that self-satisfied smile he had given you. A flare of jealousy had blinded you to the dangers ahead. A selfish desire to have someone here like he had. Qui-Gon looked so proud of his padawan. You wondered if yours would be so happy with you coming back empty handed. A nasty thought that has persisted even now. At least you and Obi Wan would do this again together.
You finally saw the ice door now halfway down.
Qui-Gon came rushing to your side in seconds taking Obi Wan out of your arms and into his own. His eyes frantically scanned the wound. A deep red cash that had bled straight through the bandage you had pressed on it. His auburn hair clumped together with spots of dried and new blood. Master Dooku had come over with a bacta spray and patches. The two masters were speaking to each other while they took care of his head. They padded him down , stopping at the ripped edge of his robe near his chest to dig out a blue kyber cristal from the inner lining . It wasnât broken. You couldnât make out the words they were saying until Qui-Gon finally looked at you.
âWhat happened in thereâ he said it sharper than he normally spoke.
âHe was attacked by something,â you whimpered out. You couldnât face him, not with Obi Wan laid on the ground like a slaughtered animal.âi-i wasn't there thats all he told me. I promiseâ
before he could respond Master Dooku cut in â That's impossible. Ilum has no aggressive speciesâ accusation clear in his tone âIt would be the first time something like this happened. Maybe the responsibility of padawan has been misplacedâ. You looked back at Obi Wan, he had to wake up and tell them what happened. A low murmur responded, you waited for his defence. It never came.
Qui-Gon had turned himself back to his padawan â I need to get him back to the ship we can deal with this afterwardsâ
âBut I didn't do it. I promise I wouldn't hurt himâ you were stepping away from them, fear welling up. They werenât going to believe you. Dooku was glaring at you. You couldnât handle it, you disappointed him. You disgusted him.
â I know,â Qui-Gon stated as he picked Obi Wan up. He gave a quick nod to Dooku and then he made eye contact with you for just a second but it was unmistakable- the foreign expression from this morning was gone, only dread remained. He stepped closer to the entrance. â I'm bringing him to the ship. Can you stay with her, master?â
In the silence that followed you were left to wonder what that nod had meant. Did he believe you ? Maybe he was making that clear to Dooku. Why would you attack Obi Wan over a gem?
âDo you have your own kyber cristal?â He laid emphasis on the word âownâ like it owed him money.
âNo I never found itâ you started to back up farther from him,closer and closer to the ice gate âI wouldnât hurt him i swearâ
â to think I brought you here myselfâ he stated coldly. It cut deeper than you would have liked to admit. Tears started to drop down your cheeks. You couldnât take it anymore. Your legs betrayed you before you could think clearly. You turned around and sprinted for the ice gate. Anything to get away from his scorching eyes and their judgement. You knew he was stronger and smarter than you so you kept sprinting deeper and deeper into the cave. Until you came across the ice lake once again.
He was angry and cold, cold and alone again. A memory of Mustafar's natural warmth flooded his senses. The old window in his room when he was shorter flashed before the ice covered wall. He was still sitting on the ledge, the wounds in his arm long forgotten. His master shall punish him far worse when he gets back to the ship. Shame clawed his way up again.
He was foolish, he should have continued his attack, he should've ripped them apart until he got the kyber. He had heard the crack but he shouldâve checked instead he panicked when he heard boots approaching and left. His master had told him that his old apprentice was here as well- he didnât know how that fit into the rule of two, he could only imagine what would have happened to him if they had met.
He let his head hit the wall, making the horn scrape into it. He was oh so foolish. He should have jumped her when she tried to escape with the other one. Who cares if she didnât have a cristal he could have given the bodies to his master, that might quell his rage. He didnât know why he hadnât.
He was lying to himself. Deep down he was curiously intrigued by the kindness the two padawan had shown each other so effortlessly. He wondered if it was that that made them so soft, so easily defeated and so open. What he assumed was the older one by the height he had on the other was no match at all. Sure his arm still ached a little but he expected more from the jedi.He wondered if his master would ever show anything similar to him.The thought angered him. Maybe his own death would quell his master. It didnât matter now.
His head snapped up at the faint sound of footsteps approaching. They were the same as last time. Light and flighty - how he could have ever thought it was a grown man was beyond him. He looked to the entrance across the lake. The younger one had returned, unsteady hands wiping at her face. She was distracted by her own emotions- how weak.
Weak but useful. If he played his card right he might still get the kyber. If she could be consoled in some way, she could find hers and he could take it. He didnât know how to console anyone nor how he could do it while remaining unnoticed. Murder was his only option. He hurried down the ledge while it was distracted and followed the lake further. His bare feet tapped as soft as he could against the thinning ice beneath him.The padawan never went further than the ledge, he would catch it off guard on the ice lake itself.
He made it to the entrance he had used to enter, a hole in the lake that led to the back of the mountain range the kyber cave was part of. He had been dumped there and swam through the small canal to get inside. When he finally emerged in the cave itself, he had noticed a different tunnel that merged with the water canal leading to what he assumed to be the outside since light had fallen through it. Anger had made it impossible to forget. If his master had cared about him he would have let him climb down instead of swim through ice cold water that had made his lips turn purple.
He broke off a part of an icicle that hung near the entrance. No doubt the padawan would hear but it would only work in his favour. He climbed up and jammed the piece of ice to reflect the light to the lake. The sun was still shining but the night was near. He moved closer to the lake again. He would just have to wait a little longer.
He hid in the shadow of the cave mouth. He was used to this part - the hunt. Never had his target been this big before , never had it been so humanoid. It looked like him in some ways - but it wasnât prepared like him. Every animal can be outsmarted from the flees on Mustafar to the padawan of Corusant-did the 2 planets look alike as well. His mind was going a mile a minute. Again footsteps interrupted him.
His eyes locked onto his prey. Lost in thought like before. In a few minutes he would have something to return with. A participation trophy that would furnish his master's volcanic castle. So distracted that the padawan turned around. There's no honour in attacking the back of your opponent- Maul never cared for honour.
He only noted his mistake when he was too close. Her eyes locked. The metal chain wrapped around her hands swinging for his neck. Her body swinging around catching his quick retreating legs- not quick enough. His air was cut when his back hit the floor. The chain only loosened slightly when she changed her grip to one hand. Her other fist coming down on the side of his head, skin raked open from the horn that rested there.
The pain made him snap back into the fight- she was leering at him. Teeth bare-furiously. He had misjudged her greatly, this was no prey. He was fighting a predator like himself. A creature made for killing just like him. Anger opened in her expression. The effortless kindness she had shown her companion was replaced by rage- corrupted. How long had he been looking at her? When did he start clawing at his neck?
The chain loosened fully, letting a sharp inhale cut its way into his lungs. He kicked her in the face, making an opening to crawl away. She spit out something to the side- a molar from the looks of it. He was standing now. The chain farther behind him.
âIs that how you repay kindness? Scumâ she barked so viciously. It angered him. âWhat kindness would that be?â He hissed back. He wouldnât underestimate her again. Finding a weakness was all he needed to do for now. âFor letting you breatheâ she countered.
Just like his master stated, the jedi were arrogant. He launched for her. She blocked his right hand pulling him closer to punch him in the abdomen. A repayment for the other one he imagined. It didnât matter she left her shoulder open to his left hand, making his claws dig deep into it. She bled red - just like him. She pushed him back to the ground with that same shoulder, picking up his left leg closer to her. This time he was ready, he punched his fist into the side of her face. Repaying his own debt.
A left hook to his chin hit him first before a barrage of fists hit the side of his head. He kneed her in the crotch making her back up a little. Her eyes narrowed at him, he tried to get back up. She pushed him down again, one of her hands going for his head - no it was going behind him. He smacked his head down into her hand under it, making her audible yelp. Then she smiled. He dug his nails deep into her calf . It disappeared.
A crack rang out from under him. The ice was breaking. If he wanted to win it needed to happen now. A blow so hard he felt his own brown bone shatter hit his face. Blood seeped from the wound making it hard to see, still he needed to end this. He brought both his hands up,blindly reaching for her neck. She hit his other eye, he couldnât see at all now- it didnât matter. He grabbed her neck, squeezing it shut.
She clawed at his hands but he didnât let up. He had done this before. Not with a humanoid like himself but with smaller things: rats, snakes, things sent to kill him- just like her. They let go eventually. They chose to go quiet into the good night. But she wouldnât.He couldnât predict her. He could only make out shapes through the blood clouding his eyes. He brought her mouth closer to his ear, hoping to hear her final breath.
She raged. He could almost smell it. That faint smell of pennies and iron mixed with the stench of sweat. He had her close enough to feel what was left of her breath fan against his neck. Sharp pain ripped through him as the padawans teeth sunk straight through his jugular. He let go in panic, wiping at his face as he ripped a part from his tunic to put pressure on his bleeding neck. He glanced toward the creature. She spit out the chunk of meat as if the taste had offended her, as if she would have eaten it if she was just a little more desperate. Air was filling her lungs as she inhaled it gluttonous and greedy. She closed her eyes. Raging against the dying of the light. He had to do something now or he would be prey to an unnatural predator of his own creation.
His 2 hearts were beating for 4 as he got back up. Sluggish in movement from the blood he had lost. Blood wasnât spotting from his neck- she had missed the external vein. He got lucky. He didn't dare to look away from her. He stumbled his way to the chain long forgotten. The ice broke into loose clusters beneath his bare feet. They edged closer and closer to his enemy. Terror flooded her face - she couldnât get up. A quick glance at the leg he had massacred earlier made that clear. He finally got heavy metal in his hands.
He would not get close to her again. He lifted it above his head and brought it down on the least frozen part he could find. Making the ice beneath them shatter. She was closing in on him again, crawling like a mustafarian Xandank- just as fierce. He brought the metal down again. Fractures forced the once solid lake into ice floes. They were sharing one now. He jumped away from her to a nearby piece of drift ice. He watched as she desperately tried to fight the flipping patch. Until it finally won.
He could finally catch his breath but it didnât feel like it. An enemy who has pulled strength from anger just like him. A jedi, an equal. He shook his head hoping to rid himself from the thoughts. They didnât leave. His heart beat plummeted.Quilt flooded his senses , he pressed his hand hard against the bite. She had wounded him- his leg started to itch. She had tried to kill him. She showed him mercy, the thought sent water to his lungs- he felt himself drown on dry land.She smiled at him.
Maul was a fool
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the second chapter will be up soon after that i will update atleast once a month. Im studying for the most important exam in my life rn have mercy.
Next chapter will end the illum part of the story.
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The glowing light of the last becta tank finally went dark, announcing the end of your shift. Your coworker should have been here a near hour ago but he wasnât. Having worked about double the time you were used to, you were absolutely fuming. In spite of that you took a deep breath.
You let the collected tension between your shoulders ebb away while trying to clear your mind. Late colleagues and rude patients turned to the gray fog by the second, it would all be a distant memory tomorrow. Yet a single thought kept persisting. How was that soldier you treated 5 days ago?
It wasnât the worst injury you had seen this week. Being a healer meant that you were used to quite a lot. Not 3 hours ago you had been elbow deep in an amputation and before that you had to help direct an open heart operation in the main theater on the end of the hall. So it was not the most deadly either .What made this one so special? It was that feeling that you had forgotten something.
Sure you had given Kix the right information for the uninfected wound. Maybe he had caught a mere infection now, that would change the situation greatly. But then again Kix was a professional medic, he would make sure that wouldnât happen. Why were you so consumed by the need to visit him again?
Perhaps you were simply overworked. An easy thought to connect to for now, you simply had to sit back and let it fade into the fog.You started to prepare yourself for the long way home. Unlike the Jedi, the halls only housed the young and needy. Two things you werenât anymore. Sometimes you missed the warmth of a given home you had had back then, those big libraries and cozy corners. It didnât help that your apartment was more than a few levels down, not deep enough to be scared by the vastness of the planet,but deep enough to fear the fate of level 1 one day. You let out a loud sigh at the pure idea of the unwelcoming night. It had been raining for hours now and the streets of this layered city were not prepared for it.
You collected the last of your stuff when you heard a hollow knock followed by a man clearing his throat. You looked over expecting your late bum of a colleague but instead of that you were greeted by that lucky blond soldier.
Rex knew it had been stupid to come over this late. He was supposed to be resting, not that that was possible with his 2 generals constantly teasing him about the medic standing only a few meters before him,engrossed in her packing. Maybe he should be in bed right now. He realized he was nervous but then again he was visiting a doctor wounded. It was his responsibility, he noted to himself reassuringly. He knocked. He had been in bed for the last week,that should be enough right?
You sharply turned around. Your fierce frowning face coming into view. The hour of his arrival was rather late and you were probably tired, he reasoned. The captain was ready for your just anger when a spark of recognition moved through you, you remember him.
A tired smile graced your lips and your face softened.despite the small gesture it hit like lightning. Rex let his arms flop awkwardly to his side. You were as striking as Ahsoka has stated. You leaned back on your desk invitingly.You called over to him but he didnât catch it. He only knew what you meant by the way you were petting one of the examination tables near you. He hadnât even noticed when you moved from your desk to there. Maker, he was dazed. He walked over to you.
Your voice finally cleared up to him âAre you listening, sir?â You stated your eyebrows back to their dour appearance.
He snapped back immediately âIâm sorryâ he opened way to loudly âI didnât hear you, missâ he probably looked as nervous as he felt and by the way you smirked at him, you knew.
ây/n, it's fine, and I asked how you were feeling?â Before he could think âNever been betterâ slipped past his lips. A humorous snort left you. âWell then I pity your life, soldierâ you changed back to a lab coat âRex, my name is Rexâ he said calmly for the first time this evening. That brilliant smile, now energetic and confident, spreads across your face again. âLet's take a look then Rexâ.
He took the earlier offered seat,observing the room around him. âDo you feel dizzy?â you asked while fiddling with your now discarded bag âNo, i'm a little tired but that's allâ he felt rather guilty for keeping you here longer. You walked away again getting a nearby chair. You looked back a little hesitant âYour shirtâŚâ your hands made a gesture towards the black tank he was wearing ââŚit's in the wayâ you appeared a little flustered even embarrassed. Rex quickly pulled the shirt over his head, winching at the sharp pain that shot up from his abdomen.
You pulled out a few balms and something he didnât recognise from a drawer in your desk and came back over while your eyes fixated on the blast wound on his abdomen. He felt the blood rush to his face, deep down he hoped you liked what you saw but he wouldnât admit that.You laid your hand on the table and moved to press your hand near the wound âMay I?â He took a second to settle himself more comfortably âYeah, iâm fineâ he tried to muster a reassuring smile.
You pressed down slightly. âYou know you donât have to lie to me right? You got shot I know it hurtsâ he let out a little laugh âI didnât want to worry youâ you looked back up at him âIf you didnât feel anything that would be worseâ you pushed around the wound again and this time he responded more accurately to what he was feeling.
His hands grabbed the leather side of the chair just a little tighter,he let out a groan or two here and there and you don't know if he did it knowingly but he kept his gaze locked with yourâs, his golden brown eyes reminded you of the old library you used to visit in the halls. A warmth so bright you had to look away.
âPlus I'm always worriedâ you muttered beneath your breath. Rex took a second to collect himself. Most medicâs didnât treat them like that, they didnât treat him like that. He felt exposed. Worst then back on the field. If you would actually consider him for a moment, it would be a gross neglect to what he knew you to be, too good for him. You deserved better, he knew it from the moment you turned around.
âIs everything fine with the wound?â he broke away from you.
âIt's still pretty hot to the touchâ you opened up one of the balms and warmed it up between your hands âwhich could mean thereâs an infection coming throughâ rex let out a sigh âwill you have to drain it?â. Draining was used more often since it only needed cheap supplies and it was as quick as it gets but you knew they didnât use anesthesia outside of big operations. Luckily for Rex, you had a few tricks up your sleeve.
You rubbed the balm around the wound as gently as you could and then you took your masterâs necklace and started to focus when you heard a very soft âWhat is that?â From your patient. âIt's just a medallion to focus on. So that i can speed up the healing process a littleâ he looked more confused than before. âYou know the force right?â You tried to figure out how much you needed to say as He nodded his head âWell the healers use it too. We arenât as force sensitive as the jedi, most of us can't train like them, we can't use telekinesis and all that fancy stuff but we can pick up on it. By focusing on the target and transferring part of our lifeforce we can repair yoursâ he looked shocked but his fingers grazed the side near the ointment. âThe balm is to target the area more accuratelyâ you fiddled with the medallion while you watched the cogs turn in Rex's head.
âWill you get hurt?â He asked, trying to sit up from where you had him pinned down âIf I don't overdo it, noâ you smiled at him while placing your hands back where they were âI also had years of training you know. It's what I'm made forâ You saw him relax as you let the force do its thing. It only took a minute or 5 and it was completely painless for him. âDoneâ You felt the dizzying feeling in the back of your head. The wound was a little deeper than expected. But after Rex's concern you werenât going to tell him that.
You moved away from his stomach and sat straight up waiting for Rex to inspect his stomach. âAmazing, does it need to be wrapped?â âNo, it's clean and closed. It will sting for a day of 3 but after that youâre fully healedâ you moved back to where he sat. âIt will leave a scar but then again it makes you look ruggedâ A look of something you couldnât quite place glazed over his face and you wondered for a second if you had overstepped.
You normally wouldnât be so forward but well he started it with all the glances and the dusty redness that insisted on his handsome face. He lifted his arms above his head flexing the muscles he hopefully hadnât used in a while. Giving away a bright smile he spoke in a more assertive tone fit for a captain of a strong army âIt isn't safe to walk alone at this hour let's go togetherâ
âI'm guessing you walked here. Did Kix not tell you to rest?â Your eyes sharpened recalling what he said earlier âOr did you simply not listen againâ his confidence faded and all that was left was a sheepish looking smile âI thought the exercise would be good for meâŚâ âLuckily youâre not a doctorâ you shided âBut what if I walk you back to the ship and then I go home?â You knew it was in 2 different directions but so be it he was still somewhat wounded.
âThen you still walk home aloneâ Rex indulged himself for a bit âWell i'm not of the habit of taking my work home with me,rexâ he laughed â then I take what I can getâ you lifted yourself from the table âGet to it, soldierâ you stated plainly taking of your coat.
You both got redressed for the weather outside. Your colleague was now 2 hours late and well you werenât going to wait on him longer. The blond stood now next to you âLet's goâ was all he said dressed in a warm rain jacket. The rain you so dreaded before was rather inviting with the right companion.
Thank you for reading and special thanks to my pookie @catnipaddictt for proofreading this fic and like all my others .
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