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Cody could pinpoint the exact moment he fell in love with his General.
I’d been during the clean-up of a successful battle, just over half a year into the war. The battle had been successful in both that the 212th had came out victorious and in that they hadn’t lost a single man. Everyone had been a little bit high on the energy of it.
The Marshal Commander especially. Cody could remember feeling that intoxicating hope for what the rest of their fights would be like, how quickly they’d win the war.
Obi-Wan, or General Kenobi as Cody’d exclusively referred to him back then, had been no exception to the buzz of celebration dancing through the men.
“Cody!” The Commander heard an exited voice call out to him and turned to see the General waving him over. “Come and take a look at this!”
Cody wandered over to look over Kenobi’s shoulder. “It’s… a bug?”
The creature was resting on a branch, its wings closed together and as black as the wood it sat on. The General turned slightly to smile at him and Cody raised an eyebrow. “It’s not just a bug, it’s a-”
He said something in a language The Commander didn’t know and Cody gave a confused chuckle. “Sorry boss, a what?”
Kenobi said the name again before going on, “also known as a sleepy bug.”
Cody laughed and his General seemed really excited to be taking to someone about his find. “A sleepy bug? Oh, that’s adorable.”
He looked back at the bug, it did look asleep. “It does sound rather silly, doesn’t it? You see, there’s no direct translation into basic from its original name, ‘sleepy bug’ is the closest thing.”
“Right.” Cody said. He squinted at the bug, it was… rather plain if he was being honest. “Was there a reason you dragged me over to see it?”
“Well, it’s very rare.” Kenobi defended himself. “They only wake up in response to danger, they don’t do it naturally. It’s what makes them so unique.”
“How long can they stay asleep for?” Cody asked.
“No one actually knows.” The General beamed at the little bug. “When they are awake, they have the most beautiful orange wings. I should take a picture to show Anakin.”
And that was the moment Cody fell in love, not seeing the godlike Jedi plowing through droids like he was meant for it, not in a dramatic and dangerous moment of fighting in which he almost looses him, not sat quietly tenting to each others wounds.
No, Cody fell in love with his General watching the man fumble around his pockets for a devise to take a photo of a rare bug with a stupid name, so that he could send it to his little brother who probably wouldn’t even care.
The Commander chuckled. “You’re such a nerd.”
“Cody.” Kenobi lightly scolded and Cody hit their shoulders together.
“Don’t worry,” he started, because he was a practical man who chased what he wanted. “It’s cute”
He watched the General blush and smile. “Well, that’s alright then.”
“I guess so.” Cody said as he turned and walked away, leaving Obi-Wan to take photo’s of his fancy little ‘sleepy bug’.
If he’d turned around, he’d have seen that the bug had been long forgotten as the Jedi stared after him.
Now, a couple of years after the façade of Cody’s life purpose had crumbled and the great Clone Wars had fizzled to an end with a simple plasma bolt from Fox’s gun to the head of a puppet master, the Ex-Marshal Commander lay in his bed, in his apartment, with his Jedi fast asleep next to him.
It was in the soft moments like this one that he liked remembering the sweeter parts of the war. Not the fighting or injury and death but the nice parts. The parts he fell in love in.
Obi-Wan stirred in his sleep and turned around and Cody raised a hand to bush the man’s hair from his face. “Cody?”
Cody smiled. “I’m here sleepy bug, I’m here.”