Watching the boy struggle against the chains keeping his wrist to the
floor, Xanatos smirked a bit. “I’m surprised your master hasn’t
come to collect you yet.” He drawled, walking over to the boy and
then circling around the redhead. “If it was me, I’d be there the
moment you called for me.” He completed the circle and crouched
down in front of him.

The boy scowled at him, Obi-Wan’s pretty eyes flashing with
indignation.

It was enough to make Xanatos chuckle as he reached out and stroked a
soft cheek with the back of his fingers, feeling the proximity of
warmth. “I mean look at you, such a pretty little thing.” He
grinned.

Alarm entered those eyes now and the padawan jerked back only to yelp
as the raven caught the braid to prevent him from going too far.

“Oh? Hair sore?” Xanatos hummed.

Kenobi was staring at him with wide, alarmed eyes now, his body
tense.

Xanatos smirked a bit. “Oh don’t look so scared. I’m not going
to do anything to you.” He chuckled quietly. “Much too young for
me…for now.” He smirked, reaching out with his other hand and
stroking Obi-Wan’s cheek with his free fingers. “But you’ll be
so pretty in a few yea-ah!”

The padawan’s teeth clamped down on the fingers, Du Crion finally
letting go of him to save his fingers and the raven hissed in pain as
he studied the indentations of Obi-Wan’s teeth on his hand.

For a moment Obi-Wan expected pain, expected yelling.

But then a loud laugh echoed in the room, Xanatos shaking his hand as
he laughed, the sound coming of somewhat unhinged to the redhead.

“Oh you will be a spitfire. I am looking forward to the day you
become an adult Obi-Wan, I’ll enjoy that day.” Xanatos leered and
Obi-Wan’s face paled at the implication, nausea setting in as he
frantically tugged at the bonds keeping him down.

The Telos was reaching for him again, the smirk on his face growing
at Obi-Wan’s panic when the door suddenly opened.

“Master Du Crion, there’s a problem at the main gates!” It was
a guard and Xanatos growled and gave Obi-Wan brief look before
turning to the guard.

“What?”

“We don’t know, several alarms went off and the security at the
main gates both east and west stopped responding.” The guard didn’t
look towards Obi-Wan at all, kept his focus on his employer even as
Obi-Wan tried to get the woman’s attention, hoping for…

For something.

“…Jinn.” The raven growled and shot Obi-Wan a look. “Seems he
came after all. Keep this room under watch, do I make myself
understood Marris?” He stormed out, the woman giving an affirming
answer before the door shut down and left Obi-Wan alone and shaking
in the room.

Shifting, Obi-Wan went back to trying to get loose, the Force a fuzzy
thing out of his reach thanks to Xanatos and the damn hypospray the
man had stabbed him with earlier.

Fear did not improve his control in any manner and when he heard the
buzz of a lightsaber he almost cried in relief as the door opened up
moments after a sharp thump was heard.

Framed in the doorway was Qui-Gon just as Xanatos had suspected he
had come for Obi-Wan. “Master!” He cried out.

“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon breathed out in relief and hurried to the boy,
burning through the shackles keeping him down with his lightsaber.
“Are you alright padawan?” He questioned as Obi-Wan caught a
glimpse of the guard from earlier, Marris laying unconscious in the
hallway with a thin stream of blood no the wall behind her.

“I’m uninjured but I’m not alright master.” Obi-Wan rasped
out, pushing up on shaking and sleeping legs. He grasped onto the
mans arm when Qui-Gon offered it. “Master I don’t think Du Crion
is mentally sound anymore.” He said with wide eyes.

The master stared at him. “What do you mean?”

“He didn’t hurt me master but… I think… I think he wants to
keep me master.” Obi-Wan whispered, tone fearful.

Qui-Gon went utterly still. “…We’re going to talk about this
once you’re safe Obi-Wan but we don’t have time right now…but I
believe you.” He said firmly, pulling the staggering padawan with
him as quickly as he could. “Now we have to go.”

“Yes master.” Obi-Wan clung to the older man, grateful as he took
note of his own saber bouncing on Qui-Gon’s belt.

At least he hadn’t lost it.