Cody knew that all good things eventually came to an end, but he hadn't expected his general being oblivious to his nickname to end so soon!

He blamed Waxer. If his younger brother hadn't been on a teasing streak, General Kenobi would never had found out.

Well, eventually someone would have mentioned it, but Cody was betting on his 'commander glare of doom' on keeping his brothers quiet for longer. Much longer. Of course, Waxer had to decide that it was an opportune time to prank him with something that would raise questions from his general.

The younger clone had filled his room on The Negotiator with pillows.

Waist deep with pillows.

Fluffy, pure white, annoying pillows.

Of course, Rex couldn't stop laughing at the sight (Why did Cody have to have been talking to him on a communicator at the time?), and around the corner the commander could hear Boil yelling at Waxer. Something about being an immature idiot.

And then there was General Kenobi. He had come walking up to Cody with a concerned look on his face and stopped, dead in his tracks, as he caught sight of the commander's room. The Jedi stared inside the room, very, very confused. After a moment, he picked up the folded piece of paper on top of the sea and read aloud, "For the original Pillow. Have a wonderful sleep tonight!"

Rex had to sign off at this point because he was laughing too hard. He was practically screaming with laughter and could barely breath, at which General Kenobi looked very concerned.

"Cody…" the Jedi started to say, rather faintly, then paused for a moment. "Do I really want to know?"

Cody buried his face in his hands and made a mental note to kill Waxer later. "Perhaps, sir. But I certainly don't want you to know." He should have known better. This immediately raised Obi-Wan's curiosity, and the clone had learned very quickly that his general wouldn't let something go if he was curious.

"Why do you have pillows covering your room, Cody? And what does this note mean, 'for the original Pillow'?"

Cody really hoped Boil was lecturing Waxer right now. He really hoped that it was a very long, very boring lecture that was being given while Waxer was forced to do push-ups for the entire time.

Unfortunately, Waxer wasn't being mercilessly tortured at the moment. He came bouncing around the corner, a huge grin full force on his face. Cody spotted Boil frantically motioning for the clone to get back, all the while glaring angrily at the back of Waxer's head. The younger clone merely grinned back at him before stopping right in front of the Jedi and commander.

Cody wanted to disappear.

He really hoped that a Separatist ship would appear out of hyperspace and that there would be a impromptu battle. He really hoped anything would happen. He didn't care if he suddenly collapsed or died or something, he just wanted out of this situation. The commander screwed his eyes shut and buried his head in his hands, not able to take it anymore.

Waxer was probably going to draw this out for as long as he could without getting murdered by his commander or Boil. In fact, peeking out at the clone, maniac grin firmly in place on his face, Cody had no doubt he was doing exactly that.

Kenobi seemed to sense something was up because he turned his attention to Waxer, eyebrows raised, "Waxer… did you do this?"

He grinned. "... I had a little help, General."

"Why on earth would you fill Cody's room with pillows?"

Cody wanted to slap his brother for the next sentence, but he knew it wouldn't take back the words said. He couldn't seem to move from the sheer terror anyways.

"Well… I thought Commander Pillow would enjoy his own pillow for a change."

Boil finally took pity on Cody and came running over. He then proceeded to drag away a giggling Waxer, apologizing profusely over his shoulder. "I'm so sorry. I won't let him bother you again, sirs." Both clones disappeared around the corner again, and Cody could faintly hear Boil screaming at Waxer as they dashed away. "Are you dense? Do you want yourself killed?"

"Commander what?" General Kenobi turned towards his commander, very confused.

"Pillow, sir." Cody managed to mumble out.

"Pillow."

"Yes, sir."

"... I'm confused."

"Cody… it means pillow."

"What?"

"The name Cody means pillow."

The Jedi was silent for a beat, then said, "Oh." Obi-Wan was stone faced. Too stone faced.

Cody buried his face in his hands again. "Go ahead and laugh, sir."

"Why would I laugh?" The Jedi still wasn't smiling, but Cody could see the amused twinkle in his eyes.

"General, just laugh. You not laughing makes it worse."

His general still didn't laugh, but the amused twinkle left his eyes. "I'm sorry, Cody. It isn't funny. I was just… surprised."

Cody blinked, slightly confused and surprised. Why was the Jedi acting like this? Every other person who found out about his nickname had laughed until they cried at him. "Sir?" He asked, still confused when Obi-Wan didn't offer any clarification.

The Jedi took a breath, looking like he was trying to calm himself, before softly saying, "I had a nickname when I was younger."

That got Cody's attention. He waited until his general gathered his thoughts before asking hesitantly, "Do you mind telling me about it...sir?" The Jedi shook his head and gave a small smile. "Not at all, Commander."

Cody was relieved the man didn't get defensive or refuse to talk to him. Usually when someone had a memory they particularly didn't like, they wouldn't talk to someone about it. Obi-Wan had looked like it wasn't a memory he would like to revisit.

The Jedi took another breath. "Before a Jedi youngling begins training under a Master as a Padawan, they are called initiatives. They have classes preparing them for being chosen as a Padawan, share quarters with initiatives their age, and train in 'saber fighting together."

Cody didn't understand all the Jedi terminology, but he believed he got the jest of the story. It was just like his brothers and him training together before they were deployed into service.

"I was always top in my classes, no matter my age. Regardless of my abilities, no Master even glanced my way until I was nearly too old to become a Padawan. I had always been very conscious of this, and it was a blow to my self-esteem whenever I saw others being chosen."

The clone couldn't imagine his general having a low self-esteem. He wasn't like his former apprentice, having a very large ego, but he knew his place and where he belonged. At least, that's how it seemed to Cody. Now he wasn't so sure, having been told by the Jedi himself he had struggled with feelings of worth when his was younger.

Obi-Wan paused, before softly continuing. "There was another initiative my age named Bruck Chen who liked to make fun of the younger initiatives. One day I told him to stop, and I immediately became his main target for bullying after that."

"Although I was well trained and taught in 'saber fighting, I was extremely clumsy outside of the gym. I constantly was knocking into people, tripping over my own feet, and running into walls." Cody instantly had a image of a smaller, younger Obi-Wan stumbling around and had to smother his smile. It was a rather cute thought.

"Bruck teased me for being clumsy and called me 'Oafy-Wan' whenever the teachers weren't looking or listening. My friends did their best to reassure me that he would stop soon, but the teasing continued until several years after I was chosen to be a Padawan."

Cody sensed there was more to the story, but he didn't say anything, taking notice of the sad glint in his general's eyes. Something had happened to Bruck, he was sure, but he didn't want to step outside of his bounds.

He waited until the general pulled himself from his thoughts. The Jedi gave the commander a small smile again. The amused look came back into his eyes, and Cody knew exactly what Obi-Wan was going to say next.

"Now, Commander, mind explaining to me why in the world you got named 'Pillow'?"

The clone knew it was pointless to resist, and the Jedi had told him his nickname and the story with it, so Cody bit the bullet.

"After the Battle of Geonosis, some of the wounded clones were brought back to Kamino. I wasn't fully trained yet, so I was still there with the other younger clones. My squad went to go see our brothers coming back from the battle."

Cody braced himself mentally for the next part of the story. His mind was screaming at him to stop talking, but the training to always respond to a superior's question forced him to keep talking.

"Since we were already there and doing nothing, the medics had us help the wounded soldiers into the medical bay. While we were doing that, another ship landed and the medics started trying to help a Jedi."

Obi-Wan blinked, clearly not expecting the turn of events, but he kept his silence and calm mask. Cody continued after a breath.

"He was injured, but refused to get attention from the medics. He walked off down the halls somewhere, and I followed, thinking that maybe he should be brought back to the medics. I was right, but I couldn't really do anything because the moment I found him, he said a couple words then passed out, and fell on top of me when I tried to catch him."

"Two medics and two of my squadmates walked in, and since the Jedi had his head on my back, it looked like I was being a pillow for him. That's why I'm called Pillow, sir." Cody finished, with a mental sigh. It was over, and he still hasn't revealed who the Jedi was. He hoped he could keep it that way.

Obi-Wan nodded, looking thoughtful. "I see." The clone could see him working thinking through the story, digesting it. A slightly mischievous spark glowed in his eyes, and the man asked, with a hint of amusement in his voice, "Who was the Jedi?"

Cody should have known.

The man was curious and that overrode his cautiousness. The commander could see that Obi-Wan could and would use this as material for teasing the Jedi who had passed out on Cody. But how do you tell your superior that he was the Jedi who had passed out on you in the story you just told him?

Cody sighed. You just tell him. "Well, sir. The Jedi in question is someone you know very well, but I don't think you will be wanting to bring it up anytime soon."

"And why is that, Commander?" Obi-Wan's eyes were still twinkling with mischief and Cody had to remind himself that his General was General Skywalker's former master.

"Because you were the Jedi."

Obi-Wan's face went from amused to shocked in a split second. Around the corner, two clones who were most definitely not supposed to be there listening, froze at this new information. One grinned, while the other glanced worriedly at him.

Boil wasn't about to stand idly by while his younger brother did something stupid, but Waxer was already planning a new prank. The only people who knew the identity of the 'Pillow Jedi' had been Cody, Rex, Kix, and Wolfe. Waxer wasn't about to not exploit this new information.

General Kenobi stared at Cody, then very slowly asked, "...What?"

"You were the Jedi, sir." Cody wanted to sink into the floor and vanish.

A very small, "Oh…" was heard. "I don't remember this…"

"Well," Cody scratched the back of his head, "You were a little… unconscious at the time."

Obi-Wan nodded slowly, "Very true…"

Silence fell for several minutes, and with each passing second Cody wanted to scream. He buried his face in his hands and for once wanted to thank Waxer for the pillows… he could hide from this embarrassment.

"Anakin must never find out about this."

Cody's head snapped up to see a very determined Jedi.

Obi-Wan looked at the pile of pillows, "I mean it, Cody. If he finds out about this, I will never hear the end of it."

"I'll do my best to keep it down sir, but it's Waxer you need to worry about." Cody felt a giant weight lifted off his shoulders as he realized his General wasn't angry about the story. Then he mentally berated himself for ever thinking such a thing- he was a Jedi! Jedi do not judge people's names, but where their hearts lie.

For the next hour, Obi-Wan helped Cody clean out the pillows from the commander's quarters, each planning out in their minds how to keep Waxer's mouth successfully shut.