Ok, first off, thanks to all those who have read this story! I kinda just was thinking this was going to be a one shot, but now it's gonna grow! Yes, I am updating this one before my other projects but those ones need time to age properly, like a good cheese. You can't rush the process. Not My Time and What Shall We Die For? are in the process of getting plots organized and I want them to be perfect, so I'm going over every single detail. This little baby right here is my break from the organization.

Secondly, I would like to thank everyone who pushed for a second chapter! I know I left it off at a cliffhanger and it could have been left at that, but I also made it so it could go farther, so here we go. Into the great beyond! Hopefully you all get your answers soon.

Cody slowly came to again, very confused. He had dreamed Echo had been alive, had dreamed that the kid had been sitting on the bed next to his and joking with him. Had dreamed that Fives had been alright, that Kenobi was concerned for him. Now, in his mind none of that seemed possibly in the same memory. It went against all logic. Of course, when did logic matter in war? Last he checked, never. But still...he had watched Echo get blown up with his own eyes, had heard Echo's cries of pain with his own ears...

Cody had issues and he knew it. A major fluke in his clone genetics was the ability to care. Yes, his "special" training had given that to him as well, but before the training he'd had the ability to be concerned, to want to make sure everyone was alright. He wasn't a cold hearted feind the Senators liked to make them out to be, only there to do the job and fight the war so the rest of the Republic could keep their hands clean. No, he was capable of emotion but the problem was that being a being of emotion around beings of no emotion made learning how to control said emotion hard. Obi-wan had tried to help and the "special" training had helped, but there were times when he just could do nothing but follow what ever his emotions told him to do. Hence his inability to leave any of his men behind and having to be knocked out if any of his men were injured and he was injured as well.

His temper also got the better of him at times, but thankfully he had a Jedi like Kenobi who understood there was more to a being than just an outer shell. He used his mystic Force a lot of times to keep him from ripping beings to shreds. Hence why most people saw him as a calm, collected being. Obi-wan caught onto his emotions before they could go anywhere.

Speaking of Obi-wan...he needed to get up and go check on his men. Cody opened his eyes and tried to force himself up with both arms, only to be overpowered by a wave of pain radiating from his right side. It completly blindsided him, turning his vision black for a few seconds. When he came back to, someone was talking to him.

"...and then you go and try to get up. I swear, Cody, you really need to start remembering when you are injured and how severe the damage is or Meds is going to throw a fit," and there was the Jedi lecture. Cody sometimes swore Skywalker enjoyed talking to himself. The man would come and visit just so he could talk and look normal, unlike sitting in his quarters talking to himself.

"Shut up, now," Cody growled. No matter how much Kenobi cared for Skywalker, Cody barely tolerated him and Rex. They were like those cute little puppy things parents got their children and then regret fifteen minutes later when the living room is the center of a puppy bomb.

"That is no way to talk to me," Anakin growled, but Cody could hear the laugh behind it. Another joy of the Dynamic Duo, their only goal in life was to make Cody's miserable. Cody forced his eyes back open to see Anakin leaning over him, his face inches from Cody's. Cody reacted on instinct and punched Anakin in the shoudler, forcing him away.

"Personal space!" Cody snapped, happy to see that Anakin was gingerly rubbing his shoulder. Laughter reached his ears and he turned his head slowly to the left. Obi-wan was sitting in a chair next to his bed, smiling.

"You deserved that, Anakin, and you know it," Obi-wan focused back on his datapad. "We all know Cody doesn't like rude awakenings."

"It wasn't rude!" Anakin looked horrified.

"You had your face inches from his face. Rude, man, very rude. Especially after he tried to get up," Fives' laughter drew Cody's eyes past Obi-wan, confirming that his supposed dream was not a dream. Fives was sitting on the bed again, crosslegged and in his fatigues. Echo sat next to him, his back on the wall and his legs stretched over Fives', smirking as he threw a wad of flimsy at Anakin.

"And in case you forgot, he's been through a traumatic event. I did come back from the dead," Echo huffed, still smirking as Anakin rounded on him.

"Sir?" Cody focused back on Obi-wan, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, Cody, but he wanted to be here when Echo revealed how he survived. You know I can't stop him when he gets all fluffed up," Obi-wan shrugged, looking up from his datapad. The smile slipped from his face as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore, confused, the usual," Cody shrugged then winched. Bad idea. "Can I sit up?"

"If you can handle it," Obi-wan ignored the three behind him argueing as he stood, moving to Cody's side. "But I am going to help."

"I wasn't going to not let you," Cody sighed before carefully pushing up with his left arm. His right side complained, but he refused to give up. He felt a hand push on his back and he was carefully helped into a seated position. Obi-wan added some more pillows behind him before letting go, frowning. Cody gave him a weak glare, "Don't say it."

"I wasn't going to," Obi-wan let a small smile grace his features. Cody sighed and focused back on the others, staring at them silently. Echo was the first to notice and waved the others off, effectivly silencing them.

"Yes?"

"Tell me," Cody said bluntly. He felt drained from just sitting up, so he knew that he wasn't going to last long sitting up. Probably from the drugs and the injury, however extensive it may be.

"Are you up to it right now, sir?" Echo frowned, taking in Cody's pale complextion.

"Now, Echo, please," Cody frowned, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, sir," Echo nodded, glancing at the others. "I honestly have no idea for sure how I survived the blast..."