Sighing loudly, Obi-Wan shook his head,
gave a little mutter before closing his eyes. “Anakin, please stop
scratching your balls in public. Its impolite.”

There was a scattering of sniggering, a
few of the troopers unable to help themselves though Obi-Wan noted
with some satisfaction that none of them were turning their head to
look at the young omega but continued their work as they focused on
piloting the shuttle to Coruscant and the landing process.

Anakin however had lifted his hands
away as if burned, giving Obi-Wan a wide eyed look of betrayal as he
stared at him. “I wasn’t scr-” He started in an insulted,
spluttering tone that shut up when Obi-Wan gave him a long look, the
blond shuffling a bit. “The clothes are too small, I was adjusting
myself, not scratching outright…” He mumbled out, clearly sulking
as Obi-Wan raised a surprised brow.

“Your clothes are to small?” He
asked, brows furrowing after his surprise.

Coloring, his padawan rubbed the back
of his neck. “I…” He squirmed and Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed
more as he glanced about before moving closer to his one armed
padawan, gently taking him by the elbow.

“Padawan?” He whispered.

Flustered, Anakin leaned down and in so
he could whisper only for Obi-Wan to hear. “I had a minor heat
flash. I think I’m going into heat without the implant but since I
never done it except the first time, I’m not sure.” He explained.

Frowning at that, Obi-Wan nodded.
“Slick?”

“Completely soaked and there’s no
detergent strong enough on this ship to hide it.” Anakin confessed,
glancing about warily.

Squeezing the elbow in his grasp
gently, Obi-Wan nodded in understanding. With this many unknown
alphas around, Anakin wasn’t comfortable walking around with the
scent of slick on him, at least not his own. “We’ll be at the
temple in less than an hour, go straight to the healers and I’ll
stop by our quarters to fetch you a fresh set of clothes before I
appear before the Jedi Council. I know that at least Master Windu is
two hours behind us in travel so I will have time to get you anything
you’d need…and Anakin, request suppressors from the healers.
There’s no hiding what’s going on with us, not anymore.”
Obi-Wan added as he knew there were already rumors all over Coruscant
thanks to the Sentinels and Jedi who had to stay behind.

“Considering you’re mated and
pretty much everyone is going to smell it, I know.” Anakin said
seriously before licking his lips. “He seems like a strong mate? If
that’s helpful?” He added quietly.

Reluctantly Obi-Wan’s lips twitched
into a small smile before he glanced to the viewscreen where he could
distantly spot Slave 1 flying alongside them, Jango and Boba opting
to pilot their own ship though Obi-Wan had needed to convince the man
to let him go with his padawan.

Jango had reluctantly allowed it but
finally, after speaking with the captain of the troopers in charge of
this particular ship, he had quite willingly gone to his own after
getting a kiss from Obi-Wan, soft and lingering.

Most likely extracting a promise to
look out for the two injured omegas as neither Obi-Wan or Anakin were
fully healed. None of the injured Jedi were really but they had to
get back to Coruscant, to deal with the fallout of everything…

And the public’s shock over the
revelation.

Obi-Wan knew there was bound to be
curiosity over the fact that Jedi actually were both omegas and
alphas, that they had hidden it away though Mace had already
explained that there was a prepared press release once everyone was
back to the temple, to explain that the Jedi had always felt that
they were better able to help when no one made assumption based on
secondary genders and therefor in the very infancy of the early Jedi
Order, the implants had been created and through the many decades
refined.

He hoped they could deal with the
fallout.

There was bound to be some.

Hopefully the fallout could be turned
positive, their curiosity used to try and gain sympathy for all these
alphas and omegas sacrificing parts of themselves in the safety of
the galaxy… hmm he might say that to the Council, get them to spin
the story in a sacrificial. The galaxy loved a sordid sacrifice story
for the great good of others when the hero or heroine sacrificed to
protect.

And alphas had always had a hind brain
reaction to injured and suffering omegas that they couldn’t get
around most of the time as they had all experienced with the clones
arriving and going pretty much feral in their need to protect the
Jedi.

Gently he squeezed Anakin’s elbow
again. “How do you feel? I saw how Amidala… how she recoiled from
you.” He whispered.

Anakin looked away, face tight before
it went lax and he sighed deeply. “I think she considered it a
betrayal that I hadn’t even mentioned… I don’t…” He slumped
a bit and let Obi-Wan drag him down via a hand to the back of the
neck, letting his forehead rest on his omega master’s shoulder.
“She was upset at me. I hope she’s willing to talk to me once she
calms down…” Anakin mumbled.

Not saying anything, Obi-Wan rubbed his
scalp gently.

Honestly, it wasn’t like he, the
mated omega, could really protest.

He just hoped that Anakin gave his
heart to someone who would listen to him, be that Senator Amidala or
someone else.

“I really want a hot bath right about
now.” Anakin confessed softly and Obi-Wan made a soft, soothing
noise as close to a purr as he could get, Anakin melting slowly
against him as he soaked in the comfort offered.