A Month Of Whump Day 5: Sickfic

A Month of Whump Day 5: Sickfic

Fandom: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Summary: Cody falls in love and catches a certain flowery disease.

  Love is such a strange thing. Cody didn't realize it could be so deadly. At first he was unsure of what was going on. He had just coughed up a few sunflower petals. Holding them in his hand he decided to go see Kix. It felt like something he shouldn't go to his medic for, why he wasn't sure.

    Cody walked around until he found him. "Kix, I need to talk to you."

    "What's going on Commander?" Kix asked.

    The commander pulled Kix into a nearby empty hallway and showed him the flower petals.

    "Sunflower petals?" The medic felt uneasy. Cody wouldn't get him for something that wasn't serious. "I don't understand."

    "I...coughed them up." Cody looked down. "I'm not sure why."

    The medic just stared at him for a moment, "you.. coughed them up?"

    "Yes."

    "Let me look into this. I'll come find you when I know. For now just drink water and let me know if anything changes." With that he left.

    Cody walked back to his room. On the way he started coughing again. He felt the flower petals coming up and after a few seconds they were in his hand. This time the petals from a pink Dahlia.

    Not quite an hour later Kix hunted Cody down. After checking just about everywhere he finally looked in the general barracks. There Cody was sitting with Waxer. The clone had a hand on his commander's back while Cody sat with his forearms on his thighs.

    "I found out what's going on." Kix started.

    Cody sat up and nodded his head.  Waxer looked over at Kix, "good. So what is it?" The lieutenant had found Cody in the hall with the pink petals in hand. He didn't seem like he felt very well so he took him to the barracks.

    Kix kneeled down in front of the bed and started to explain. "It's called Hanahaki disease. It comes from unrequited or perceived unrequited love. Flowers grow in the victim's lungs. There are two ways to get rid of it, surgery; which will remove your feelings for the person, and for the person to be in love with you."

    "Love?" Waxer looked at Cody, "who are you in love with?"

    Cody just looked at the two. What would they think? The man was in love with his superior. It was inappropriate.

    "Someone I could never have." Cody sighed.

    "What does that mean?" Kix asked.

    "You love the general don't you?" Waxer stated. "I see the way you interact with him, the way you look at him."

    Cody was quiet. Silently he nodded. "Your best opinion then is the surgery." Kix spoke.

    "No, not yet."

    "Sir, this can and will kill you if you don't act on it." The medic stood up.

    "Have you told him?" Waxer stood as well.

    "No."

    "Well then you have to."

    Cody didn't say anything. Instead he stood up and walked away. He couldn't tell him. He could tell his general that he fell for him. He would just have to deal with the flowers for now.

    As time went on the disease got worse. Cody's lungs were being overtaken by Sunflowers and Dahlias. He was tired and in agonizing pain all the time. Breathing felt like he was being stabbed by a million tiny needles. The worst part was this cursed illness affected his leadership. The clone couldn't do as much as he used to. Some of his brothers caught on and tried to help where they could. No one knew what was going on and he wouldn't tell. When Obi-wan caught on he too did whatever he could.

    Something about the feeling of dying calmed Cody. It proved he was alive in the first place; that he wasn't some droid. He was in love.

    Waxer and Kix continued to press, trying to convince him to get the surgery or to talk to the general. He refused to do both. The clone commander was scared of the answer if he confessed. He was unsure of what would be worse, if Obi-wan didn't feel the same or if he did. The two would be stuck knowing that they loved each other but could never act on any of their feelings because of the Jedi code. Of course Obi-wan could always hate him afterwards. But if he got the surgery he wouldn't love Obi-wan and the thought of that was something he couldn't bear.

    Now the battalion was preparing for battle. It was the night before and time to sleep. Cody couldn't really sleep anymore. His inability to breathe well kept him awake. When he finally did fall asleep he woke up to a stabbing pain in his neck. Rubbing his hand over it he paused. A flower had grown through his neck. It felt like a sunflower. Unsure of what to do he went to find Waxer.

    When Waxer was woken up in the middle of the night he thought something had happened with the enemy. It wasn't until he was the flower that he understood what was going on. "What the fuck?" He sat up. "I didn't know it could do that."

    "I didn't either. What do I do now?"

    "How am I supposed to know? I'll call Kix."

    After a moment Kix answered, "what's going on?" In the background the two could hear the sounds of war.

    "There's a flower sticking out of Cody's neck." Waxer spoke quietly.

    "Good Kriff."

    "Can we cut it out?" Cody asked panicked.

    "Yes but be extremely careful!"

    "Got it. Be careful!" Waxer replied.

    "Thanks Kix." Cody turned off the comm. Then Waxer went to find scissors or a small knife. Cody started coughing again. This time blood came out with a full Dahlia. The clone struggled to breathe, both from panic and the injury. His throat was raw and it showed in his voice.

    When Waxer returned Cody was struggling to breathe. Not that he hadn't been but it was worse than normal. When he saw the Dahlia covered in blood and the sunflower in the commander's hand he commed the medic and the general quickly.

    Boil had heard the noise and ran over to the two. He kneeled beside Cody and tried to help him breathe. After another flower escaped his mouth he started to breathe a little better.

    Obi-wan was the next to arrive. "Waxer what's going on?" Then he saw Cody. Without thought he immediately rushed over to the man. Boil moved and Obi-wan took his place. "Cody what's wrong.?" The flowers took him by surprise. "Who?"

    "Who?" Cody whispered.

    "Who are you in love with?"

    It clicked with the others before Cody. Obi-wan was a Jedi of course he knew what Hanahaki was. The disease would give away any Jedi that broke the code.

    Cody finally gave in, "you, sir."

    There was silence for a moment. "Dear, you should have told me sooner."

    "That's a good sign" Waxer whispered over to Boil. He looked over to his brother confused, "Waxer what's going on?" Waxer would quietly explain the situation while the others talked.

    Obi-wan moved closer to the commander and placed his forehead on the others, "I love you too."

    Relief hit everyone. Relief turned into dread as Cody relieved something. The two were in love. Obi-wan was a Jedi and he was a clone. There was the code, their ranking, and a war stopping them.

    "Are you okay?" Obi-wan asked. Cody broke out of his thoughts and opened his eyes. Looking into the Jedis bright blue eyes he felt safe. Kenobi had that effect on people.

    "Yeah." The next day Cody stayed back by order of Obi-wan and the medic.

    Time would pass and Cody would heal. It took about a week for all the flowers to get out of his system. It took a little longer for him to feel strong again. The lovers talked and decided they would act on their feelings, no matter how dangerous it could be. They loved each other and nothing could stop that. Sunflowers and Dahlias could grew around them until one day their love would kill each other. Hopefully it would never come to that. Hopefully.

Imagine Hunter in these lol. Someone should draw this.

Febuwhump Day 20: Knife Wound

Fandom: Star Wars

Timeline: The Bad Batch

The vibro-knife glided through Hunter's fingers. It flew directly into the victim's lower chest. The man hit the ground with a yelp. Crosshair grabbed at the wound. It hurt, it hurt like hell.

    Wrecker weighed his opinions. He could run back to Crosshair and help him or he could stay with the others. He knew the decision may cost him his life but he wasn't going to let Hunter's decision cost Crosshair his.

    "Tech! Hold on!" Wrecker yelled. The two slide behind some large rocks and Wrecker snatched some medical supplies from his brother's pouches.

    "Wrecker what are you doing?" Tech looked at the man confused.

    "Go ahead I'll be right there." With that Wrecker took off back to where Crosshair lay.

    "Wrecker!" Tech stepped from behind the rock and faced him. Rather he didn't hear him or ignored him, Tech didn't know. He ran to join back with the group.

    "Wrecker we need to go! He'll be fine." Hunter spoke of over the comm. Once more Wrecker ignored the others.

    Crosshair's head was spinning. The knife wound was deep. No blood escaped the wound as the heat element to the vibro-knife cauterized the gash immediately. He could hear someone talking to him but the voice was slightly hazy. The man's mind raced. He wondered what was next for him, if this was the end. He wondered if his family hated him or if somewhere they still cared. When he finally made out the voice he knew at least one of them did.

    Wrecker moved Crosshair somewhere slightly safer and hopefully somewhere the imperials wouldn't find them. Removing the knife was the tricky part. Grabbing the handle he pulled it out of the man's flesh quickly. Crosshair cried out as the knife left his body. "I know" Wrecker attempted to soothe his brother.

    Little amounts of blood leaked from the injury. Wrecker did what he could for Crosshair. He finished by rapping some bandages around the wound and sat with him for a minute to make sure he did everything right.

    Crosshair went from angry to confused; from Hunter will pay for stabbing me to why was Wrecker helping me? It took tell his brother was done for him to realize there was no cruel joke. He wondered what would happen now. Would Wrecker save him from the hell that was the empire or would he leave him again? Would once more Crosshair have to watch his family leave without him, leaving him no choice but to stay with an army that saw him as a number?

    Wrecker wasn't comfortable leaving Crosshair. The wound was deep and extremely dangerous. Yes the knife was gone but would he be okay?

    As soldiers came closer Crosshair looked at Wrecker, "go."

    "Will you be okay?" The normally bright and cheery man was so worried it hurt his stomach. It hurt Crosshair to see him this way. He missed Wrecker's positivity even if it was a little much sometimes.

    As soon as he nodded Wrecker started standing. "I love you Cross. Stay safe!" The man booked it out of there. Some regs followed him but others simply didn't see the point. He'd get away, they always do.

    A scar that should have been a reminder of how much his family hated him became a reminder of the love they still had. Yes the wound had been given to him by Hunter but it was cared for by Wrecker. He risked capture or worse death to help Cross. He took that chance and waited until he had to leave. Somehow he was glad he was stabbed. At Least now he knew someone still cared about him.

A Month of Whump Day 4: Fantasy

Fandom: Star Wars

Summary: What happens when Anakin discovers force healing? Well he tries to use it of course.

Warning: Major character death

  As soon as Anakin learned it was possible to heal people with the force he started trying to learn how. He dove head first into any research he could find. No one could really talk to him, it consumed his brain. The man practically lived in the library until the republic gave him his next mission.

    Anakin entered the docking bay with three larger books. Some papers stuck out of books. "Are you still working on that mystery project?" Ahsoka asked.

    "Yep." He sighed.

    "Why won't you tell me what it is?"

    "I'll tell you adventaly, right Rex?"

    "Oh, um sure." The clone turned around.

    "Do you even know what you just agreed to?" Ahsoka walked over beside him.

    "Nope."

    "I said that I'll tell you two about my mystery project at some point. Now come on, we need to board the ship."

From there they boarder the Resolute. After some time they would arrive to their destination. The battle that was ahead of them was bloody and unforgiving. Soldier after soldier fell. At this point Anakin knew that he could'nt help them all. He could just try his best to keep them as safe as possible.

Beside him stood his padawan. The two deflected blaster fire, keeping track of the number of droids they destroyed to compare later. This time the bullet just barely slipped past the green blade and hit Ahsoka in the chest. The girl fell to the ground.

    Anakin slightly looked to his side and fell to the ground to make sure she was alive. Checking for a pulse he discovered that she had one but it was weak. Without much thought he moved his hand and lightly touched the life threatening wound. The padawan never moved. The Jedi's mind felt empty as he breathed in calmly. The wound started to heal. Not much time passed before Ahsoka no longer felt the pain for her now nonexistent bullet wound.

    Ahsoka stood. "What just happened?" She mumbled. The girl felt fine. Anakin however did not. He felt weak; weak and tired. His mind was foggy. Trying to really think was a battle of its own. Standing slowly he was barely being able to keep his feet under him. It felt as if his head was spinning and his breathing speed up. The field in front of him was blurry. Swaying he lifted his lightsaber.

    The Jedi tried to fight through the fog. If he couldn't fight what else could he do? If for some reason he had to leave the 501st to take a leave, what would happen if they were stuck with another Krell? The man had no injuries so what was causing all of this?

    It finally hit him. Healing Ahsoka had exhausted him. The power it took to heal her was just enough to cause the reaction. Now he just needed to stand long enough to win this battle, to make sure his soldiers were safe.

    "Anakin?" Ahsoka questioned. The man didn't hear her. Not even five minutes went by before he collapsed.

    Ahsoka wasn't really sure what was going on. One moment he was fine and standing next to her and the next she was on the ground. After her older brother stood she knew he wasn't okay. Ahsoka kneeled down quickly and searched for a cause.

    Standing she became even more confused. Anakin had no injuries. Physically he appeared to be fine. "Medic!" She yelled. Quickly the man was taken away to be taken care of.

    Kix couldn't figure out what was wrong with his general. His condition wasn't changing much. He sent him off to the battalion aid station.

    Later Anakin would wake up with Ahsoka and Rex at his bedside waiting. After a moment he spoke, "hey."

    "Hey Skyguy." Snips responded softly.

    "Anakin, what happened?" Rex asked, concerned.

"You know that thing I was looking into? It's called force healing. I didn't want to tell you just in case." Anakin looked over at Ahsoka, "I'm glad it worked."

"Wait, what? Skyguy what caused you to collapse?"

"I think it was the energy needed to actually make it work."

"I didn't know Jedi could do that." Rex looked astonished. Everyday the force amazed him more and more.

"I'm here." Fives entered the room. Once he saw his general awake he sighed with relief.

With further research the four would learn that force healing worked by pouring one's own life force into the wounded to heal them. This would come at the experience of the healer. Every time Anakin would do this he would need time to rest afterwards if the injury was bad enough. Ahsoka wanted to learn now. She'd tell Obi-wan but neither could figure it out. It was an incredibly rare talent that Anakin had been both cursed and blessed with.

Anakin would often overexert himself. Channeling the power helped to save many lives and it tore Anakin's apart. The Jedi was tired all the time. He missed his once energetic life. Leading his battalion was harder than it used to be. His friends worried about him.

The man would have to learn who he could and couldn't help; when it was time to let someone go and when to save them. If Anakin never learned he would end up dead. He knew it was a possibility but simply ignored it. So now, when he lie dead in the cold mub as Cody rose from the ground they all understood he never learned, never would have learned, that sometimes it was time to let go. That eventually he would trade his life for someone else's. It was only a matter of time.

Febuwhump Day 25: Assumed Dead

Fandom: Star Wars

Timeline: The Clone Wars

Dooku's crimson lightsaber plunged through Rex's lower back. Anakin turned around. Obi-wan had told them to leave, he would take care of Dooku. Apparently he lied. "Rex!" Anakin yelled. The clones body fell to the ground.

    Anger flooded Anakin's heart. From his heart the grief used his veins to spread to the rest of his body. It took control of him and suddenly he was running to fight the sith. Lightsabers clashed as the Jedi pushed Dooku away from Rex.

    Rex couldn't move. He knew what happened; he could tell that Anakin thought that the injury had killed him. The pain made his somewhat wish it had. All the commander could do was hope that someone would notice.

    "Anger is not the Jedi way Skywalker." Lightsabers clashed again.

    "Shut up."

    Obi-wan pulled himself from the floor. Dooku had slammed him against the wall with the force. He had lost consciousness for, to him, an unknown amount of time. He quickly walked to where the current fight was taking place. His eyes landed on Anakin and Dooku first then to the injured soldier.

    Anakin fought dangerously. Swift, anger-filled movements took Dooku slightly by surprise. However what Anakin didn't realize was he fought much better without the guidance of anger.

    Obi-wan moved to join his brother in the fight against his grandfather. Fighting Dokku could be difficult sometimes but in the end it had to be done.

    Rex still couldn't move. The men were unaware that his heart still beat and that his lungs still heaved air in and out. If they didn't come to the concussion soon they would be correct. Rex wasn't sure what hurt more the wound or his general's reaction. He wasn't aware Anakin cared so much for him. The feeling was both comforting and eerie .

    Before long the Jedi had to retreat. Anakin looked over to his master with a question in his eyes. Obi-wan nodded understanding the words reflected in his eyes. Leaving the fight, Anakin kneeled down beside Rex and picked him up. "I'm so sorry Rex. I'm sorry." He whispered.

    Obi-wan ran after Anakin and the three entered the nearby Republic star ship. On the ship Anakin carried Rex to the medical bay. There the droids would take him to the morgue.

    Obi-wan stayed with Anakin until Rex was rested on the cold medical table. There Obi-wan studied Rex's body to see if he had sustained any other injuries. Found memories of the man flooded his mind.

    "Obi-wan, go lay down." Anakin turned to face him.

    "Alright." He nodded and walked a little closer to the table. "Rest eas- Anakin he's not dead." As soon as Obi-wan pointed to the slow rise and fall of Rex's chest, Anakin called over a medical droid. None of the droids had come over to assist the three because Rex had been proclaimed dead and there were living soldiers who needed their help.

    The droids would start to work on Rex almost immediately. Anakin helped Obi-wan over to a bed. There after the older of the two were taken care of they would wait for updates on everyone's conditions. When they finally got the news Rex would be fine both somewhat relaxed. Of course the two cared for all of their men but both were rather close to Rex.

    When the soldier woke up he was greeted by his friends. Everything would be fine. Not many people could say they survived a sith encounter. At least Rex could.

A Month of Whump Day 3: Spy/Military

Fandom: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Summary: Obi-wan is placed on a mission to infiltrate the separatist as Dooku's apprentice.

    Tricking Dooku wasn't something Obi-wan ever expected to do. If his younger self ever learned that Dooku had turned he would be heartbroken. More so for Qui-gon then himself but it would still hurt. The man had been a good positive figure in his life. Now he stood in front of him, fake sobbing, asking if he would let him stay with him. The Jedi told him the council had turned on him. When asked why he said it was too painful to talk about.

    Gaining his grandfather's trust wasn't hard. The connection the two had from their past made the whole operation possible. Falling to the dark side wasn't hard so Obi-wan had to be careful. Fighting the temptation was harder.

    Fighting alongside the sith was painful. Using pent up emotions he fought trying not to hurt anyone. Just because it was an important mission didn't mean his compassion slipped away. Luckily he had been able to avoid any Jedi. No one recognized his dark side appearance.

    "You aren't killing them. The clones should mean nothing to you. You can't win without death, apprentice."

    "I know. It's just hard."

    "What are you going to do when you see your old men? Or worse your padawan?"

    "I'll deal with them."

    "Alright." With that Dooku walked away.

    Obi-wan sighed. Truly he wasn't sure what to do if he found any of them. The man would be viewed as a traitor to anyone other than Mace Windu and Master Yoda. In case if Obi-wan did run into them the reaction the other person had was crushal. It had to be true to how the person would feel or else Dooku may be able to see right through it. The mission was to important to risk it.

    About two months into the mission his fears came true. Entering the battle field Obi-wan was faced with the familiar blue of 501st armor. Using his red saber he reflected the blaster fire, avoiding any of the men. Dooku noticed and looked over at his apprentice. The Jedi could feel the pressure rising, but still he refused to kill them. He'd simply explain that killing was difficult but he'd get used to it on people he hadn't been around first.

    Then Obi-wan saw Anakin. Dooku smiled as the plan had worked. When Anakin saw him betrayal hit him like a brick. "Obi-wan?"

    Now face to face Anakin tried to make sense of the scene in front of him. How could Obi-wan do this? His brother was one of the calmest and kindest people he knew? What happened? "What happened?"

     "Doesn't matter." Obi-wan lifted 'his' lightsaber and swung it at Anakin hastily. For once Anakin fought calmer than the other. Blocking the Jedi master's strikes wasn't hard but somewhere in Anakin's heart couldn't let him truly fight him. Something didn't seem right.

    Rex appeared behind his general. "General Kenobi?" He spoke.

    "Hello Rex" Obi-wan tried to speak menacingly. He failed and sounded more tired than anything. Hearing his voice helped to solidify that something wasn't right.

    After a while Dooku stepped in. "Enough. Obi-wan, kill them."

    "Of course." Kenobi stepped back. Other 501st members gathered behind Anakin and suddenly the two siths were overwhelmed. It was time to go. In this scenario surviving meant killing. Would this make it difficult to reconcile with Anakin? Yes. Did it have to be done? Yes.

    Dooku held no sympathy for the soldiers as he cut them down. Obi-wan however did. He knew some of their names but yet he killed them anyway.

    Back in his room Obi-wan let the emotion from the mission hit him. He collapsed on his bed and breathed. Anger crept into his heart; at Windu and Yoda for putting him on this cursed mission, at Dooku, and at himself. The one good thing about this mission was he could feel how he needed to. There was no one to hide from.

    A blue hologram lit up the dark room. "We heard you ran into the 501st today, how are you doing?" Asked Mace.

    "I'll be fine." Obi-wan answered.

    "New information, do you have?" Yoda questioned. Obi-wan filled them in on new Separatist plans.

    As time went by he would meet other friends. Finding the 212th was the hardest. Obi-wan didn't need to see the look of baryal to know how Cody felt; how they all felt. The spy knew these men much better than the 501st. It did more than sting standing on the other side of the battle field from them.

    When the fight got worse he started to sabotage parts of the army he was supposed to lead. Of course he had been doing that for all of the four months he'd been there. But this time was different. The casualties on the 'other' side were high and Obi-wan still owed it to them to help. Their Jedi general had been killed earlier.

    When Dooku got to close to his men he could hide anymore. The need to protect, the need to help, took over and the mission was done. As the sith stabbed at a member of the 212th Obi-wan stooped him with the force. When Dooku turned around he understood he'd been played.

    The soldiers were confused. Their old general saved one of their men. But why did he care?

    Obi-wan moved from his place to face Dooku. Without a word the Jedi lifted his lightsaber and attacked him. The clones accepted the help and continued their attack at the command of Cody. The Republic won the battle in the end. However Obi-wan was nowhere to be seen.

    When Cody took what happened to the Jedi council Yoda and Mace would explain what the situation. Surprise became relief as most realized he had never betrayed them.

    The cell Obi-wan now occupied was cold and empty. He felt pain in every part of his body. When Dooku entered the room he knew the pain wasn't over. The torment continued however it didn't even start to reflect the pain the man had from 'betraying' his loved ones. He just hoped they would forgive him at some point.

     It would take almost another month for Obi-wan to be rescued. Anakin and Ahsoka bust open the door to find the man curled up on the floor shivering. As soon as they entered the room the cold hit them. The temperature had been yet another tactic to get information from the Jedi's sealed lips.

    Obi-wan sat up and softly smiled, "hello you too."

    "Hey master." Anakin helped his brother off of the floor and out of the room. Escaping proved to be difficult but I could be done. Rushing through the halls the Jedi cut down droids when needed. Ahsoka had found Obi-wan's blue lightsaber before they had found him.

    It calmed Obi-wan to be fighting with his lightsaber again. The feeling of his hands wrapped around the hilt felt right. Of course the best part was fighting with Ahsoka and Anakin again.

    Back on the ship Kenobi could finally breathe. The heavy burden of being a spy slipped off of his shoulders and he felt mentally better than he expected to. His body however was in a large amount of pain. Ahsoka and Anakin did what they could for that.

    Back with the council everyone acted sort of off with Obi-wan. He completely understood why. As soon as everyone was in the room he told them to take their time to trust him again. Though it had been a mission in their minds he betrayed them.

    The 212th was more accepting as they had seen that Obi-wan was still very much an ally. The man had risked his mission and his life for them. It wasn't easy to get over what he had done but everyone came to the same understanding. It wasn't what he wanted.

    Obi-wan was glad to be home. He had missed his family and friends. He missed fighting alongside his battalion, missed fighting for the Republic, though he had been the whole time. Finally after five and a half months he was safe.