The Close Call
Summary: Cody is injured during a LAAT crash (TCW S7E1). While Rex and the Bad Batch continue the mission, Obi Wan races to his Commander's side.
Just tooth-rottingly sweet fluff I'm afraid.
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Obi Wan strode down the hallway with purpose, ignoring the waves and salutes of those heading in the opposite direction. He could feel his pulse throbbing at his temple. He’s only been off planet a few days and disaster had already struck.
The door to the med bay opened with a whoosh. He walked quickly past the lines of identical men spread out on bunks in various stages of injury, his head whipping around but unable to find who he was looking for.
He noticed Kix sitting in the corner, his head low, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together.
“General,” he said, hopping up and saluting.
“Where is he?” Obi Wan asked, trying to keep his voice steady and neutral despite the panic threatening to claw its way out of his throat.
“In a private room, Sir, his injuries were…are quite extensive.” Kix said with a shake of his head.
Obi Wan nodded solemnly as Kix led him through a door to a small ward. He had never been back here, didn’t even know it existed until now.
To the right was a small room, barren and cold, but Obi Wan only had eyes for the man resting on the hard looking bed. His eyes were closed, his scar on his forehead somehow more pronounced in the sterile light. His right leg was braced, bandages were wrapped around his torso, his chest rising and falling steadily.
“Thank you, Kix. I imagine you need to get your rest as well.”
“Yes, Sir.” He said, turning to leave.
“Any word from Captain Rex, yet?” Obi Wan asked.
“Er, no Sir. Not yet. But they’re behind enemy lines. It might be a while before we hear from them.”
“Understood. Get some sleep. I’m sure we’ll hear something soon.”
“Yes, Sir.” Kix said with a concerned look at Cody before turning and leaving Obi Wan alone.
Obi Wan looked around cautiously before pulling a privacy curtain around the bed.
“You can stop pretending to be asleep now, Commander.” Obi Wan said with a smirk.
A smile spread on Cody’s face. He moved his head towards the Jedi and opened his chestnut eyes, “Kix has been flapping since they brought me in.” he said with a chuckle, “the only time he left me alone was when I pretended to be asleep.”
Obi Wan laughed, his hand caressing the scar on his Commander’s forehead, “he’s just concerned about you. As am I.” he said.
Cody smiled and pressed his cheek into Obi Wan’s hand as he gently cupped the side of his face. “I’m going to be fine, Obi Wan. You didn’t have to come all this way.”
“I just happened to be in the area,” the Jedi said with a smirk. His panic was finally starting to abate. He had no memory of leaving the senate, of charging through the hanger and jumping into his starship to get to Anaxis. His time in hyperspace was overcome with holoreels in his head of his time with Cody, stollen kisses and secrets trysts and the terror that he would be too late. The fear that the gaping chasm in his chest would never heal. But Cody didn’t need to know that. All that mattered was that he was still here, still breathing.
“Now, are you going to tell me what happened?” Obi Wan asked seriously.
Cody shrugged and winced with instant regret, “I lost a fight with a LAAT,” he said with a chuckle that turned into a cough. His hands went protectively to his abdomen, hesitating to touch his skin but wanting to somehow hold himself together.
“Your bravado is wholly unnecessary. I read the report. You were near death. If they hadn’t gotten you out when they did, I’m not sure what I would be doing right now.”
“Training a new Commander, I imagine, Sir.” The clone said with a sly smile.
Obi Wan stiffened at the joke, “You are not so easily replaced, Cody.” He said, leaning over and gently kissing the Commander’s lips. He felt a rush of warmth coursing through his body, chasing the chill that had enveloped him since he’d abruptly heard the news.
Obi Wan felt the Commander’s hand in his hair as he tried to pull away, insisting on a deeper, more intimate kiss than the Jedi had intended. He smiled as they finally parted, “well, you can’t be feeling that bad then,” he teased with a wry smile.
“Turns out all I needed to feel better was you,” Cody said with a blush.
Obi Wan knew Cody wasn’t an overtly sentimental man. To say such things out loud and not whispered into the pillow before he drifted off to sleep, just showed how scared he had been. How close to death.
Obi Wan fought the urge to kiss him again. This wasn’t the place. They were playing a game of chance as it was.
“You flatter me, Commander.” Obi Wan said.
Cody’s smile turned into a grimace as a pain contracted the muscles somewhere inside his twisted body.
“I should let you rest,” Obi Wan said, brushing the hair off his Commander’s forehead.
Cody’s arm shot out grabbing the Jedi’s hand, “no, please stay. Just a little longer…I…ugh…” he cringed again, almost doubling over in pain, “stay…”
Obi Wan felt his heart clench. He wished he could heal Cody with the force, do something to ease his pain. “Of course. Let me signal for more pain medication for you and I’ll stay until you fall asleep. Will that be alright?” he asked softly.
Cody smiled and nodded, letting out a sigh of relief, his eyebrows still knitted together in pain.
The Commander wasn’t conscious long after the medication was given. Obi Wan had pulled the privacy shield back and stood at a resolute distance as the unknown medic did his work. He waved as the clone left and crossed to the side of the bed, squatting down so his face was level with Cody’s.
“I may not be here when you wake but I’ll check on you as often as I can.”
Cody smiled sleepily, “don’t go falling in love with any other Commanders while I’m out of action,” he slurred as the medication took effect.
Obi Wan smiled, “You are the only Commander for me, Cody. In and out of uniform.” Obi Was said with a sly smile.
The Commander giggled, “Ha, you love me, General.” He slurred again, his words one long syllable.
“That I do, Cody.” Obi Wan said, softly kissing his hand and laying it on his stomach as he drifted back to sleep. “That I do.”
