Just a bit of an Obirex farm au I've been working on, where they meet because Ben is helping Rex's grandpa on his farm for the summer.
Around lunchtime, Rex stepped from the house to find Ben sitting on the tailgate of his Papa’s truck softly talking with the older man. Growing up they were told the vehicle was completely off limits and to not even think about taking it out for a late-night joy ride. For Ben to not only be trusted to drive it but to use it to go into town alone showed just how much he was trusted. Both of them turned as Rex approached, Jaster reaching over to tug him close to his side as he continued to talk with Ben. “Don’t let Old Wiley get out of the extra sack of oats he owes me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Boss.” Ben gave a little mock silhouette with two fingers lifting from his eyebrow. With a subtle shift of his gaze, Ben asked him, “Are you ready to go?”
“Surprised Rex agreed to.” Jaster jostled him slightly, “Always used to hate going on supply runs.”
Ben shrugged and slipped off the tailgate, gently poking Jaster in the stomach with a grin. “Maybe I’m better company.”
“Not with your taste in music, son.” Jaster rolled his eyes before turning to Rex, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. “Have fun. Don’t let him have control of the radio. For your sanity.”
“I’m not that bad!” When Jaster finally walks away Ben turns to him, slamming the tailgate close. “I promise. I’m not that bad.”
Rex snorted, “We’ll see. Let’s get going.”
—
He wasn’t sure if his feelings about Ben’s song choices had to do with the fact he actually liked the music or because he found the man attractive. As many times before growing up, Rex had his socked feet hanging out of the passenger window, gazing out as the trees, fields of wheat, and plains full of animals grazing whipped past them. He shifted his head enough to look across the middle at Ben. He had one hand on the bottom right curve of the steering wheel with the other hanging out of the window. His hair tie was trying its best to keep his hair together, but it was failing, strands whipping around his face. He didn’t seem to mind it, just relaxed back against the seat softly singing to whatever song came onto the radio. He was effortlessly beautiful even after almost 4 hours of work. Rex forced himself to look away, getting comfy and then closing his eyes to feel the wind against his face. Over the ride to town and lunch while Wiley had their truck loaded he had learned Ben was only here until early August and then he was off to London, amongst many other topics. As handsome and interesting as he was, Rex knew it was a bad idea to pursue something that had a permanent expiration date. He barked out a laugh at the absurdity of the thought Ben would even be remotely interested.
Something warm and a little rough fell against his arm, followed by a quiet question, no longer drowned out by the music. “You alright?”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Thought of something humorous.”
Ben returned to focus on the road and withdrew his hand slowly, resting a bit on the center console. His left hand was curled on the top of the wheel now, a little smile curved on his lips. “Care to share?”
Admit he had been thinking about how it’d feel to kiss him, to hold his hand, and all of the rest of the romantic no-good stuff? As well as tell him he had thought the possibility of that was so impossible it was almost hilarious? Absolutely not. “I had a good time today. Thank you for inviting me.”
“It was fun. We should do it again sometime.” Ben nudged him slightly with his elbow, grinning. “Even if you like tarter and hot sauce with your fries.”
“You put ketchup on your fish sandwich. Sir, you have no room to talk.”
“Ketchup is a god-tier condiment.”
“For toddlers.”
Ben gasped with his hand raising to press against his chest as if clutching imaginary pearls. “How dare!”
By the time they pulled back into the farm, Rex had just managed to get his laughter under control. Still, Jaster had an unreadable expression on his face when he appeared in the driver's side window. “You two knuckleheads gonna get out and help me?
His chest ached under the bandages, but there wasn’t much more that could be done other than rest and let the bacta do its purpose. He glanced down at Cody curled up into his side, dark curls a stark contrast to the white of the medbay bed linens. As soon as the young boy had woken up for his surgery he had clambered his way into Obi-wan’s room, and then his bed, half sobbing his apologies and that he didn’t mean to shoot him. It wasn’t that long ago Obi-wan had finally got the boy to sleep, tucked in under the covers with him, petting back his curls slowly.
He had been called down to the navigation class Cody was in, Alpha-17 saying something about the boy being extra twitchy, mumbling under his breath and clutching at his forehead as if in pain. Obi-wan had barely received the warning in the force before the two shots were fired, Cody standing there holding out Alpha’s stolen blaster. He hadn’t remembered much after that, just the odd feeling of empty coldness radiating from Cody, the pain of being shot in the chest, and Jango’s panic through their soul mark.
Boba had been there when he had woken up from surgery, sitting against his thigh playing with a soft block. His father and he had been asked to leave shortly after so he could be looked over. And he hadn’t seen either of them since. On one hand, he was glad, for it meant he had time to process all that was learned from that small chip taken from Cody’s mind. Now Cody was full of warmth once again and Jango was muted, wherever he was now. Obi-wan let go of the data pad in his right hand to shift onto his side with a grimace, but then Cody was held to his chest, nose just brushing the bandage on the side of the young boy’s head. He stared across the way at the small box he knew the chip to be. It had taken Anakin longer than he would have liked to look into it with the help of a few of the older clones. Amongst the number of orders was one to kill the Jedi because they were considered traitors. He forced himself to close his eyes, cutting his vision from the accursed thing. At least they knew now and were slowly dechipping the rest of the boys, trying their best to do it as quickly as they safely could.
He wanted to know if Jango knew, needed to know, but he was in no shape for such a conversation even if he could get out of bed to find the man to have it. For now, he’d focus on taking care of their boys and healing. The nagging thought that Jango knew about the chips lingering behind it all.
I was thinking about a codywan fic set in the ATLA universe, and which bending style each character would be.
I thought about the clones being water tribe, even if not all of them are benders family is extremely important to them so I thought that’d fit. So Cody and his brothers.
For Obi-wan I thought of Earth, but I’m not completely sold on it
I pre-ordered an Obi-wan Loungefly bag, but it wasn’t like a guaranteed thing, but they’re going to be in stock 2 months early and they sent an email confirming my order ^-^ today is a good day
“He is,” Dooku paused, considering. “Clever. He might appear unassuming if he weren’t so vain. He knows to use that, helped by the silver tongue I dare say I nourished to its full potential. He digs and twists until he finds your weaknesses and uses them against you, he uses your strengths for even worse. Sees it as amusing and challenging to not use the Force to get what he wants, that appalling boy.”
#PERFECT ANIMATION OF OBI-WAN KENOBI
#OBI-WAN SWINGING HIS LIGHTSABER LIKE A BASEBALL BAT
#IS THE ABSOLUTE FUNNIEST THING
#’HE’S ONE OF THE BEST DUELLISTS IN THE JEDI ORDER. HIS STYLE IS REFINED AND–’
#MEANWHILE OBI-WAN KENOBI: [HITS YOU WITH A LIGHTSABER BAT]
Obi-Wan has been banned from playing on the Council softball team because he hits too many home runs and then they lose the ball into the depths of Coruscant
#YEEEEEESSSSS I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS
#EWAN AND THE PUPPY INTERVIEW
#I WOULD WATCH AN HOUR OF THIS
#JUST EWAN MCGREGOR GETTING ALL THESE PUPPIES RUNNING INTO HIM AT FULL SPEED
#AND HIM PICKING THEM UP TO SMOOCH ON THEM
#THIS IS HOW ALL INTERVIEWS SHOULD BE CONDUCTED
#THIS AND MAKING THEM PLAY STUPID BULLSHIT GAMES THAT ARE HILARIOUS
#JUST BOMBARD THEM WITH PUPPIES
#THANK YOU BUZZFEED THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED YOU HAVE THE BEST INTERVIEWS
All the clone wars series did was make revenge of the sith and apparently every other new media coming out more painful, because I got very attached to the clones :c
#YES YEEESSS YESSSSSS
#THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR
#MAKE THEM PLAY STUPID GAMES FOR OUR ENTERTAINMENT
#REMINISCING ABOUT THEIR TIME ON THE PREQUELS
#ACTING LIKE TWO OLD MEN DEALING WITH THESE KIDS TODAY
#AND HOW EWAN TOOK HAYDEN ON A MOTORCYLE RIDE
#WHERE EWAN WAS THE SPEED DEMON AND HAYDEN WAS HOLDING ON FOR DEAR LIFE
#TELLING STORIES ABOUT THEIR CHILDHOODS
#WHILE THE OTHER IS JUST :D :D :D AT THEM
#THEIR FRIENDSHIP IS ADORABLE
#SUCH GREAT CHEMISTRY FOR THEIR CHARACTERS
#AND YEAH THE PREQUELS ARE UNDERRATED
#AND MORE DEFENDING THE JEDI MULLET
#AS WE ALL SHOULD THAT HAIRSTYLE WAS PERFECTION
#ANYWAY THIS IS ADORABLE
#AND WE ALL NEEDED TO WATCH THESE TWO OLD MEN BE ADORABLE AT EACH OTHER BECAUSE THEY’RE FRIENDS
I had to have a minor medical procedure today and the important thing is that they anesthetized me for it. I warned them up front that I do not wake up well from anesthesia, as in I wake up belligerent over my disorientation and ready to escape unfamiliar surroundings, and asked them to please make sure Sark was in the room when I woke up.
Highlights from today include:
They did not make sure Sark was in the room when I woke up
The hot second I had any amount of consciousness returned, I attempted to get out of the bed and was thwarted by the railing they left up and my technician repeatedly telling me to lie down, which I did not because I was CERTAIN that I needed to leave.
I tried to remove my IV myself 15+ times in under 3 minutes and told the technician I could do it. I could not; I had asked the nurse who put it in to put extra tape on it so that I could not. I could also not remove the rest of the things they had me connected to, but only because I couldn’t figure out how, not for lack of trying
I could not remember the technician’s face because my facial blindness is MUCH worse when tired, and I called him Steven several times, and Josh. His name was Andrew.
My gown slipped down my shoulder in my struggles to escape, and the technician attempted to replace it and I told him “you’ve seen a boob, Steven.” His name was still Andrew, and the procedure space was an open outpatient area with other people
I was instructed not to bend over or the anesthetic would ‘rush to my head’ to which I responded in outrage “WELL WHERE THE HELL IS IT NOW?”
I asked everyone present “who the hell are you” and insisted the doctor tell me how to say her first name. They asked me if I remembered Sark when he arrived a minute later, and I stalled out entirely staring at him like a deer in headlights because I could not parse how he got there.
When they brought Sark in, the technician asked him “Does she normally wake up like this” and Sark told him “Depends on when you wake her up.” which is very fair of him because he remembers that I was woken at 4am once by someone honking their horn repeatedly because they wanted to fight my neighbor, and I charged outside in pajamas across a field to go attack their car while shouting about how rude they were and that they could fight me. They did not want to fight me, if you were wondering.
Sark told me they fetched him from the waiting room by saying “maybe you can come calm her down.”
This all happened in approximately 5 minutes, before I had gotten control of myself and could remember Andrew’s name and shape.
Andrew told me goodbye at the door and thanked me for being his most amusing patient today.
At least I managed to put my own clothes on and walk out the front door unassisted this time.
Yeah the last time I was anesthetized, as soon as I was conscious I managed to actually make it out of the bed, naked and confused, and the doctor was like “well good luck with that” and left me squirming on the floor like an overturned turtle, shouting angrily at my mother that I could put my own clothes on while being entirely incapable of actually doing so. I remember being in the car afterward but not how I got there. I feel like this time was a vast improvement for me. Really taking a leap forward in dignity.
There are quite a few people reblogging this who are very angry on my behalf because the staff didn’t listen to me and have Sark in the room when I woke up, and while it is very valid to be angry at the medical community in general for not listening to patients, I feel I need to make it clear that Sark being in the room was not for my benefit, it was for theirs. I would have done nothing different. I absolutely would still have attempted freedom and been just as belligerent. Sark has absolutely no ability to calm me down in that state, but he would have made Andrew’s job easier for him, like some kind of rehabber that is better at handling the feral raccoon than the vet that’s just trying to do their job. Instead Andrew got to babysit my uncoordinated escape attempts personally, which I am positive he regretted enough to make up for not listening to me.
