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Cody’s phone rang just as he finished loading the last of his groceries into his car.
He glanced at the screen as he pulled it out of his pocket. The caller identification read “Pointy-eared bastard.”
Ah.
He answered the call. “Hey Fox.”
“Cody.”
Fox’s voice was stern and disapproving. Not like that was a new thing with Cody’s cousin, though. Fox was the second-oldest of their family’s gaggle of kids. His defence against the chaos that the Fett clan tended to create had leant more towards strict rule-creation and the enforcement of said rules instead of Cody’s more go-with-the-flow-and-attempt-to-redirect-the-chaos style.
Not that either style had ever been particularly effective against the sheer amount of crazy the Fetts attracted. But they'd had to try something.
“What can I do for you, cousin?” Cody held his phone with one hand and attempted to push the shopping cart back to the corral with the other.
“I have found myself in recent possession of something of yours, and I require that you come and get it immediately.”
Cody checked the time. “I can be there in twelve minutes. Is everything okay?” He wasn’t really worried. Fox would have opened the call with a very different sit-rep if there was something wrong. He always had Cody’s back, and Cody made sure to return the loyalty. Of their entire family, Fox was the person Cody always knew would do everything in his power to help Cody if he needed it.
Not that the others wouldn’t, but Fox would always be the person Cody would go to first.
“Situation stable.” Fox paused, and Cody could almost see the exasperated look on his face. “For now.”
The call ended and Cody shook his head, bemused. Fox could be just as dramatic as the rest of the Fetts, his sense of humour was just a lot drier.
Cody parked the car and walked into the police station, nodding to the sergeant manning the front desk. Before he could even enter the hall leading to Fox’s office, said police chief appeared at his shoulder and grabbed his arm.
“He’s in meeting room three.”
Cody laughed as Fox dragged him down a different hallway. “Hello to you too, Police Chief Fett.”
Fox grunted in response. “Just come and take your boyfriend away before any more chaos erupts in my station. I cannot believe how many of these people I’ve had to deal with lately.”
Cody chuckled, trying to not burst into hysterical laughter. He knew exactly how many people Fox had been dealing with, since he’d been dealing with them all as well, just on the opposite end of the situation.
That’s what he got for not dragging Fox to the family dinners for a while, he supposed. He missed out on all the hilarious stories from the police station.
Cody got a glimpse into another room as he was tugged past. He did a double take.
Was that Dooku?!?! In handcuffs?!?!
Apparently it was.
To Cody’s non-existent surprise, it appeared the older man was completely ignoring the policeman that was attempting to talk to him. Feeling above the situation did seem to fit with what Cody knew of Dooku.
Or, at least, acting above it in order to get what he wanted.
Evidently, Ben had gotten dragged into the situation that he had been forewarned about. Cody wondered what had happened.
Fox halted in front of a closed door, pulled the door open, and shoved Cody in without another word.
As soon as he took in the room, Cody understood why.
Yoda was sitting there, in the conference room, having tea with Ben.
Cody would have wanted to avoid him as much as possible as well.
Too late for that now.
“Yoda.” He nodded at the old man politely, then raised an eyebrow at Ben.
“Really, Ben, you too?”
That startled a snorting laugh out of the redhead as Ben placed his empty cup on the table and stood. He shook his head. “I suppose I deserved that, didn’t I?”
Yoda cackled, mischievous eyes staring at Ben over the rim of his cup. “Deserve that, you did indeed.”
Ben turned to him and raised an eyebrow.
Cody still loved that eyebrow.
Even when it was directed at him. (Which had happened once or twice so far…)
“Innocent old man, am I, great-grandson mine.” Yoda put the cup down and spread his hands.
The innocent act was ruined the next second by a devious cackle from the aforementioned old man.
Cody snorted and Ben rolled his eyes.
“You are rarely innocent, Grandfather, and you know it.”
Yoda cackled again. Cody was beginning to wonder if it was a subconscious noise or a deliberate affectation.
“Yes, but charged, I never am! Therefore, innocent I must be!”
Ben heaved a long sigh and Cody actually broke into laughter. He had heard enough stories about Yoda to know that that statement was a crock of lies. Sure, the man never got in trouble for what he did, but his particular brand of chaos was wide-reaching and devious and he did get called out for it occasionally.
The redhead tipped his head towards his great-grandfather before spinning on his heel, grabbing Cody by the arm and tugging him out of the room.
Yoda called after them: “Nice to meet you it was, Obi-wan’s boyfriend! Come to dinner soon you must!”
Cody had a new fear.
Once outside in the hallway, Ben paused before sticking his head back into the room. “Are you coming, Yoda? We could give you a lift.”
Yoda hummed, tapping a finger against the table. “Think not, I do. Wait for that nice police chief, I think I will. Very polite, he was.”
Fox was going to hate Cody for this one.
But no way was he staying for it!
Ben shook his head, slipped his hand down Cody’s arm to intertwine their fingers, making Cody’s heart skip a beat, and began walking towards the exit.
They caught a glimpse of Dooku, free of both cuffs and escort to exactly no one’s surprise, sweeping down a different hallway. Cody was vaguely glad that he wasn’t close enough to stop to talk to.
He’d had his fill of this particular brand of insanity for the day.
They passed Fox’s office, with the door propped open, and Cody stopped dead in his tracks.
“Is… is that Quinlan Vos sitting on my cousin’s desk?!”
Ben hummed, leaning against Cody’s shoulder. “I dare say it is.”
Fox had literally stabbed Ponds for daring to lean against his desk the one visit. And now one of Ben’s crazy people was not only sitting on it, but leaning in towards Fox to…
To….
Nope. Nope! Cody was not seeing this.
He started walking pulling Obi-wan behind him by their clasped hands.
The redhead was chuckling, the traitor. “That promises to be an interesting relationship. I wonder how long they’ve been together?”
Fox was getting dragged to all the family dinners every single time in perpetuity, if this was what happened when Cody let him skip a few.
All of them.
Cody stared straight away, firmly ignoring anyone and everyone in the police station. He would like to leave now, before they ran into anybody else.
He wanted a chance to escape the chaos before the amount of it in his life grew exponentially.
Cody had to let go of Ben’s hand so they could get into his car, and Cody watched the redhead climb in with his usual grace.
He couldn’t regret it though, regardless of the oncoming insanity, since it had brought him and Ben together.
He never would.
Cody slid into the driver’s seat and basked in the warm smile Ben sent him.
“Home?”
“Please.”