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Cody found his General an amazing strategist and a wise leader. There was just one thing that didn't fit.
He was always losing his primary weapon.
It didn't track. Granted, his General was a trouble magnet, reckless with himself to a worrying degree, but he was never reckless with anything else. He did everything he possibly could to protect the lives of those under his command be it Clone or Jedi.
There was nothing else that the man misplaced either. Often he was chastising General Skywalker, telling him where to find his lost datapad or specialty tools. Kenobi's rooms on the Negotiator were neatly organised, his paperwork carefully filed, and he never even had a hair out of place.
Well… except when the battles got especially fierce, and then a strand would pull away, giving the General a roguish edge that Cody was secretly fond of.
But nearly every campaign they had fought together had at least one extended period of General Kenobi losing his lightsaber.
He didn’t even lose it in particularly hard to retrieve spots. Half the time it rolled right in front of Cody’s feet and he would hold on to it for hours hoping his General wouldn’t need it.
It had gotten to the point he had a clip on his belt for the increasingly familiar weight.
“Sir,” Cody said sternly.
Kenobi pulled his fingers through his hair and somehow that put it back perfectly in place. Some of his more hair oriented brothers would kill for that skill.
“Commander,” Kenobi responded halfway between guilty and amused. Cody held out the lightsaber and Kenobi reached out for it.
He pulled it away acting on the strange insubordinate impulse. It was unlike him, and privately he was mortified. He knew his General would never take offence, in fact he was smiling at him.
Well, he was in it now.
“It’s not a good influence on the men, losing your one weapon as often as you do, sir.”
The General’s cheeks were a little red from the exertion of the battle.
“Well, I can hardly help that, Cody,” Kenobi crossed his arms with a playful sternness. “You keep calling it to you.”
Wait. What?
“E-excuse me?” Cody blinked.
Kenobi paused, and realised what he was saying had absolutely no context.
“Ah… well…” And now the General looked… shy. “Cody… a kyber crystal is in tune with the Jedi that carries it… in a sense it reflects our souls, but sometimes… a kyber crystal finds resonance with others.”
Cody looked down at the saber. “You’re saying… the reflection of your soul resonates with mine?”
The perfect hair fell out of place, and the General wasn't able to fix it this time. “Well…well, I…”
“And I’ve unconsciously been drawing it to me?” And then Cody realized something. “When I’m worried for you... that’s the moment when I always find it. When I want you by my side so that I can protect you. Then I get furious because you’ve lost it again!”
Obi-Wan ducked his head. “You were worried for me?”
“I would be less worried if you stopped losing this,” Cody said. He finally handed the lightsaber back, but didn’t release his grip when his General took it. They both held it. Cody felt warm. With hope, with embarrassment, with something he couldn’t really name.
Kenobi cleared his throat. “We’ll have to work on it… I have a duty to all of you… but I think it’s clear I would very much like to stand by your side… always.” He met Cody's eyes. They held their gazes and the saber and said things silently that were impossible to say outloud.
They couldn’t be more explicit than that. They had tiptoed around it before, but never so out in the open. Cody’s heart sped up. He nodded and let go of the lightsaber.
Kenobi’s Kyber Soul heard his worries and wanted to be by his side. Knowing that maybe Cody could wait until safer days.
Until then, when he found the saber, he would lightly shake his head at both the General and himself for being so foolish. They had a war to win. Sentiment had no place.
Not yet.
But one day it would, he promised himself.