I Still Love you the Same

Chapter 1- Kamino

Me: Looks guys: a new fic! This is what you wanted, right?

You guys: Um, what about your other fics?

Me:...I'll get to them?

The idea for this fic came to me when I was reading the headcanons from here: https://amikoroyaiart.tumblr.com/post/662135174926139392/hmmm-30-for-the-star-wars-asks. I know I have other fics going on right now, but once the headcanon about Cody and Fox was in my mind, it just wouldn't leave and I had to write it. Amiko's art was also a huge inspiration, and you may recognize some oh her work being described in later chapters. Because of these circumstances, I have chosen to gift this work to Amiko. Considering how many ideas came from her, I feel it's only fair.

As a warning, these chapters will be long. This chapter is almost 15, 000 words long, so I hope you guys like long chapters!

Also, I included an edited version of a meme somewhere in this chapter! Kudos to you guys if you catch the reference to it! :)

Another important note, the Kaminoans are assholes. Their actions, although not heavily described, are essentially the basis for the entire story. Amiko and I have created a petition to fight them. Feel free to join up! :)

The title for this fic comes from the song, "Call Me" by Shinedown. I can and will find a way to insert them into all my fics. None of you can stop me. :)

The biggest note I want to make on this work is the *biggest* possible thank you to you, Amiko! You've let me use your ideas to write this fic, you've provided me even more headcanons, you've let me rant to about Fox's treatment in a lot of the Star Wars fandom, you've listened to my ideas, you were patient and encouraging every time I messaged you with an update, *and* you've provided us with some great art (even though I'm terrible at reblogging, I'm sorry). You have my utmost appreciation and I really hope you enjoy this.

To anyone else who was interested enough to click on this, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!

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CC-1010 landed, on his stomach, on the mat below him with a groan. He quickly tried to stand in order to keep sparring, but his opponent moved too fast for him after he had just been kicked in the head. Before CC-1010 could even comprehend it, his opponent was on top of him, pinning one of his arms to the mat and the other behind his own back. Not ready to give up the match, CC-1010 struggled as hard as he could, but his opponent's grip was unyielding and now his legs were pinned as well. CC-1010 sighed, accepting his defeat. He relaxed into his opponent's hold and, using the hand pinned to the mat, tapped out.

Immediately, the weight on him was gone. CC-1010 groaned in relief, moving to his knees in an attempt to stand. A hand entered his field of vision and annoyance flickered through him. About to tell his opponent he could get up himself, thank you very much, CC-1010 looked up to meet CC-2224's eyes.

It wasn't very often CC-1010 got so absorbed in a sparring match that he nearly forgot who he was fighting against, but this had been a long one; matches against CC-2224 always were. It was inevitable, given how they were both the top command class cadets, but it made the loss sting less; they were both the best and logically, neither of them would always win. CC-2224's gaze also helped take away the sting; it was never cruel or mocking CC-1010 when he lost, only hints of a friendly competition slowly dissipating now that the spar was over. CC-1010 couldn't judge, he would look at him the same way if he had won.

Letting the annoyance fade away, CC-1010 gave CC-2224 a light smile and accepted the hand to help him up. "Good spar," he complimented CC-2224 as they got off the mats. Two others made their way onto the mats—he was pretty sure they were Gree and CC-1993—nodding at them as they passed.