Leaning
against the transparisteel,
Obi-Wan rubbed the little
braided coil of hair he had fashioned into a bracelet after Anakin
had given him the braid. Watching the stars thoughtfully, Obi-Wan
felt…

At peace.

He honestly, truly
felt at peace for the first time in a very long time.

He
was surrounded by people who cared for him, who knew exactly what he
was and didn’t care, even prepared for the eventual monthly bleeds
he had.

Utterly accepted
in a way that he didn’t experience truly outside of the temple
where the younglings had always been raised to accept every creature
of the galaxy because every creature could become a Jedi they would
work with.

This open
acceptance reminded him of being young, of being in Qui-Gon’s care…

Being safe in his
master’s company and knowing if anything would happen the other
would have his back.

It also reminded
him of the first time he had his period.

()()()

Waking slowly,
Obi-Wan blinked confusedly for a few moments in the darkness of the
room.

He felt weird,
practically sticky and a bit… wet?

Wait what?

Alarmed, Obi-Wan
sat up in his bed, wondering in horror if he had peed himself in his
sleep as he turned the light on and threw the sheets back to find his
underthings and his sheets coated in blood.

That alarmed his
tired mind even more for five seconds before he took a deep breath.

‘Period… I’m
having my period. I… okay. What did the healer tell me and master?’
He took another deep breath.

‘Padawan
Kenobi has the hormone drive for a monthly
menstrual cycles but the
potential of him never having one is also high as not all intersexual
go through it. We can only wait and see which way Padawan Kenobi
develops though I suggest keeping pads for him in case of emergency
until his twentieth year in
case of slow development as some are earlier and some are later
bloomers.’

It
had been a bit embarrassing,
listening to the healer as she explained but necessary
information.

They hadn’t gone
into proper detail since Obi-Wan might not need to know but…

Well Obi-Wan knew
that in the future he would have a few lessons to learn about his new
body functions.

Kark.

Just as he was
about to get up, there was a knock on his door. “Obi-Wan? Are you
alright?” His master’s warm but somewhat concern voice came
through the door, a bit sleep husked.

Que the facepalm.

Obi-Wan had been
broadcasting enough to wake his master.

“Yes Master
Qui-Gon.” He called out. “But… um…” He glanced down at the
mess of his sheets and clothes. “…I think I need some help master
and… are the sanitation pads still under the sink?” He
questioned, feeling his face redden.

There was a
secondary, stunned silence and then Qui-Gon chuckled a bit in
relieved realization. “Yes, yes Obi-Wan… I’ll go get a cleaning
droid and some fresh linings for you.”

‘I must have
scared him a bit.’ Obi-Wan smiled sheepishly into his room as he
got up, grimacing at the sticky, wet sensation. “Thank you master…
I’ll be in the fresher. I need to take a shower.”

()()()

Qui-Gon
hadn’t been awkward about it thank the Force, had waited for
Obi-Wan at the kitchen table as the droid took care of the blood
soiled sheets, duvet and
mattress while the two had tea.

His
master had been…

Obi-Wan’s lips
quirked at the thought.

He could always
trust Qui-Gon to pack extra pads. The man would forget to pack his
own toiletries but for some reason he always remembered to pack pads
for Obi-Wan. ‘That protective goof…’ He smiled fondly, missing
the man but cherishing the time they spent as he rubbed one of the
beads Anakin had earned on his braid lightly.

Glancing down at
the bead and the blond braided hair coiled around his wrist, Obi-Wan
felt warmth bubbling in his chest, making him feel good all over.

He had so many who
cared now.