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Keeping secrets, keeping faith

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Cody had never attended a wedding in his life. There had been no reason to. He knew the theory, of course, why people would do that, and how some cultures went about doing it.

Obi-Wan had never attended a wedding either. There had been no reason to. There were things of civilian life he was aware of only in theory, things he'd never imagined would touch him. Marriage was a public declaration of attachment, and something he should be absolutely opposed to.

Of course, that had been before.

He had taken other lovers before Cody, but there had always been a sort of comforting certainty in the fact that it was never going to be permanent. That, too, had been before. He still felt that his first commitment was to the Order, he felt that it should take precedence over everything. Compromise was a word he didn’t quite like, for all that he often used his silver tongue to get others to agree to just that.

But something that Cody had said a while ago kept running through his brain.

"Of course I trust you, ner Jetii. But what will happen if we survive the war?"

In that moment, Obi-Wan knew he couldn't possibly love the man in his arms more. He loved his wariness, his pain and his doubts. Cody never said that things would be alright unless he believed it. He had never promised him that they would both survive, and Obi-Wan was painfully grateful for that.

But he had promised he'd love him for as long as he'd draw breath, and when Obi-Wan had made to reciprocate, he'd stopped him.

"Don't say anything you won't be able to stand by in the light of day," Cody had said, looking him straight in the eyes. Even in the near darkness of the cabin, Cody's eyes didn't lose their shine, nor did his expression lose its softness.

Obi-Wan wanted to protest, to say that of course he would still love Cody in the morning, did he really trust him so little?

"Of course I trust you, ner Jetii. But what will happen if we survive the war?"

That question had forced Obi-Wan silent, half choked by the love he couldn't express, half ashamed. Because it was true, what was between them would never have happened outside the war.

He didn't want to compromise his commitment to the Order. But he also felt a commitment to Cody. To what they were to each other.

And, well, there was a thing people did when they were committed to each other.

"What will I be when this war is over?" Cody had added in a whisper. That was the thing they didn't talk about.

"You will be Cody. Ner Kote," Obi-Wan had replied, pressing his forehead against Cody's and knowing full well that that wasn't an answer. No answer he could give would be enough, not enough for Cody nor for all the other men like him, who’d only ever known war their whole lives.

A proposal wasn't an answer either. It wasn't for Cody, and most definitely it wasn't for his six million brothers. But it was a promise, that Obi-Wan would still be there and fight for him, if he ever needed him to.


Of course, Anakin stumbled in exactly when he was rehearsing his proposal, ring between his fingers.

The situation was made both more and less awkward by Senator Amidala, who was holding Anakin's hand and looked completely flabbergasted at seeing someone else in the room.

"Dammit, I owe Rex twenty credits!" was Anakin's first reaction. Then, "And you told me off for being in love! You... You..."

"Hypocrite, I think that's the word you're looking for," Amidala interjected, smiling innocently.

"Do as I say not as I do?" Obi-Wan offered without much conviction.

"It's a bit late for that now. We kinda did already," he said, pointing at the ring.

"Anakin!" yelled both Padmé and Obi-Wan at once, shocked and surprised.

Anakin looked sheepish. "Well, it's not like you'll report us to the Council now, will you?"

Obi-Wan passed a hand over his face. "Anakin, Senator, I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but you were never subtle. I've always known. I was simply hoping you'd decide to tell me someday. Though I had no idea you two were actually married."

"First of all, if we're keeping each other's secrets, we might as well ditch the titles. You can call me Padmé," she said, taking a seat and looking perfectly at ease, "Then, you seemed to be in the middle of something. Do you need a hand preparing or would you rather be left alone?"

Anakin laughed, looking at her with impossible fondness. "I love you so much."

Then he turned towards Obi-Wan. "I love you too, you know. I'm really happy for you."

Obi-Wan wasn't quite sure how to deal with so many feelings all at once, so he ended up looking stern and a bit grumpy.

"Oh, by the way, Rex said he was going to invite Cody to 79's since they were both dirtside together, so I suggest you hurry up if you want to propose tonight."

Obi-Wan stood up abruptly and left.

"I think we overwhelmed him," Padmé commented ruefully.

"Well, this means we have this luxurious storeroom all to ourselves, my love."

"I swear if this war doesn't end soon, I will take on Yoda myself. I want the option of making out somewhere that isn't dusty and dark.”


If Obi-Wan had hoped that Anakin would simply pretend he hadn’t seen what he had seen, his hopes were soon crushed with incredible glee by his former Padawan.

One time, with Obi-Wan’s dismay, he found himself in the company of Anakin, Padmé and Cody. He realised too late that they were alone in a disused Senate office, after the umpteenth attempt on the Senate building itself, this time with poison in the cafeteria food.

And if he’d hoped for more discretion from the Senator, he was soon disabused of that notion, too. Padmé proceeded to immediately congratulate Cody with a genuine warmth that surprised the Commander.

“We’re so happy for you,” she said, while Anakin nodded, “Have you chosen the date yet?”

“It’s not really easy to make arrangements, given the situation,” Cody replied, apparently deciding that it was a perfectly normal conversation to have.

"I know a thing or two about secret marriages," said Anakin sagely.

"We can help you plan!" Padmé piped in cheerily, "Oh, you know what? You two could get married on Naboo. It's wonderful this time of year."

"It's not like either of your homeworlds are viable options right now anyway."


"What, it's true!" He then turned thoughtfully to Cody, "Unless you want our help sneaking into Kamino for a super secret ceremony? I can do that."

Cody was trying very hard to keep from laughing at General Skywalker's earnestness. "No, thank you, sir."

"I think you can drop the 'sir' during wedding planning. You're basically becoming my brother-in-law."

Cody, who had never considered the thing in quite that light before, looked almost scared for a moment. Obi-Wan put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a positively evil smile.

"Now you know how I felt when Rex tried to get me to invite the whole GAR on the basis that they are technically all my brothers-in-law."

"That wouldn't be much of a secret marriage," Padmé commented, "Though of course you might consider it as an option after the end of the war, when you two will have convinced the Council to change the Code and will be free to make your marriages public. At the very least you should invite the 212th."

"You seem... awfully confident that things will go your way," Obi-Wan commented carefully.

"Are you telling me there is anything you and my husband can't accomplish when you really set your minds to it together? Especially with me and Cody motivating you."

Her expression was absolutely terrifying, and Cody was reconsidering all of his life choices. Not that he'd had very many of them, but apparently he had managed to mess up most of them anyway. There was no way he was getting himself involved both with Jedi and Senate politics at once.