Author: Cerulean Blue

Rating: It will be NC-17, this part is prolly PG-13

Category: It actually has a plot.  Angsty, romancy.  Clone Wars.

Disclaimer: Well, if you'd let Obi-Wan get some action, we wouldn't have a 
problem Uncle George ;)  I don't own him...I'll give him back.

Summary: Healing from a battle injury, General Kenobi falls for his healer.
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The sound of blaster fire rang out over the battlefield.  General Kenobi was 
leading an offensive charge over the plains of Yavin IV, and men were dying 
left and right.  Since the army was cloned, every man had a number.  Every 
once in a while, a Jedi commander was brought in, bringing relief to the 
tired faces of healers, sick of seeing the same face over and over.

War was hell, and it was evident especially when padawans were out in the 
field dragging bodies in to be healed.  Master Healers were harried, not 
knowing whether to come or go.  Most of the minor injuries were sent to the 
regular doctors, saving the Healers time and energy.

Danae Thracia made her third body run of the day, her heart leaping into her 
throat when she saw a black-clad figure go down after a stray rocket grazed 
his thigh and hip.  She ran and scooped him up with a strength she didn't 
know she had, laying him gently down behind a rock outcropping in order to 
set his leg.

She ripped his pants, seeing that the nasty burn and shrapnel had ripped 
through his skin, leaving a jagged mark.  His eyes opened and closed, and he 
seemed to be fading out.

"Don't die on me, damn it!"  Obi-Wan nodded weakly, taking in the woman's 
face.  He knew she was Jedi from the sheer strength in her body when she'd 
carried him and her overwhelming aura.  He nearly bolted when he felt the 
whisper of a long, thin braid touch his cheek.  She wasn't even a 
full-fledged Healer yet.  She was a padawan, close to knighthood to be sure, 
but a padawan nonetheless.  What type of galaxy was it that made mere 
children go out and drag in the dead?

Danae poured her healing energy into him, trying to make him heal enough to 
walk back to the temporary medivac unit they had set up.  She needed all her 
strength to bury the dead.

"C'mon," she glanced at his ID Tag and gulped.  He was "the" general.  
General Kenobi.  "C'mon, General Kenobi...stay with me.."  Her eyes floated 
above his, and he tried to focus in on the blue orbs, tried to ignore the 
pain shooting through his body.  He stood, leaning heavily on the healer, 
and hobbled back to the medivac.  He watched her as she ran back to the 
field, dodging blaster fire from the Trade Federation's droids.  The last 
thing he saw before he passed out was her flaming red hair, sweeping over 
her face as she tended to the dying.
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