It
finally happened, just as Jango knew it would.

Kenobi
collapsed.

The
bastard had come by their quarters, primp as always with
his hands in his sleeves,
his hair swept back and his eyes calm as he stood in front of Jango
and explained exactly
why he should allow Boba to engage with the younger clones.

Socializing
with ‘children’ his own ‘age’, despite the clones growing
rapidly, how it was detrimental to Boba how isolated he was to only
Jango and the occasional Kaminoan.

And
damn him for not only being right but also pointing it out, Jango could hear a
truth when it was given to him.

So
he had collected Boba and followed after the Jedi with the bags under
his eyes, carrying the boy towards the shooting rink he knew the
bluebacks were now doing blaster practice at. It was something he
didn’t mind if Boba got some practice with and would allow him some
time with ‘kids’ his own age as Kenobi said.

But
he knew, halfway through the walk, that it wouldn’t be happening.

Because
Kenobi was starting to stumble, sway a bit.

Five
steps behind Kenobi and Jango already knew that the damn Jedi was
going to fall over and he quickly set Boba down on the durasteel
floor.

He
was still almost to late as the Jedi suddenly tipped forward and only
Jango snagging the back of the man’s robe kept him from hitting
face first on the durasteel floor, preventing him from at least
gaining a nosebleed and a headache or at worst, a broken nose.

But
he was still heavy enough that he dragged Jango forward and down,
forcing the bounty hunter to smack one knee down for support and he
let out a growl of pain as he dropped the Jedi the last few inches
down to rub his own smacked to hell knee.

“Buir?”
A soft voice whispered and Jango turned his head, giving Boba a
soothing smile as the boy glanced between Kenobi and himself.

“It’s
alright, he’s just passed out kiddo,” He murmured, reaching out
to ruffle Boba’s fluffy hair instead, the boy relaxing under the
touch as they both returned to looking at Kenobi. For a moment Jango
had the impulse to run.
He squashed it just as quickly as he thought it however, his and
Boba’s best chance was this damnable Jedi. With a deep sigh, Jango
patted Boba’s shoulder. “Go inform the first kaminoan you find
that we need a stretcher for this idiot. We best take this idiot to
one of the medic trained clones.” He said dryly.

A
brief giggle escaped, most likely at Jango calling Kenobi an idiot
and then Boba shot down the hall they had come from to find someone
to help.

Watching
him go, Jango smiled slightly to himself, watching his son, his heir
go before shaking himself and turning Kenobi onto his back, grumbling
a bit as he took in the pale, drawn face with the bags under his
closed eyes.

Picking
up the man’s hand, Jango pinched the back of the hand and watched
how slowly it went back down.

Right,
dehydrated, most likely malnourished and sleep deprived.

‘Idiotic
Jedi, what is wrong with them? Can’t they even take care of
themselves right?’ Jango rolled his eyes before sighing.

The
concept of caring too much was suddenly much easier to understand.

()()()

Waking
up slowly, Obi-Wan let out a small noise of discomfort as he stared
up at the white ceiling, sterile air entering his nose.

A
medbay.

But
what had happened to cause-”If I didn’t need you as much as I do,
I would have damn well have just let you lay there.” A voice
growled darkly at his side and Obi-Wan let out a confused noise as he
turned his head to stare at Jango sitting at his bed side, a narrow
eyed look on the bounty hunters face. “You passed out from
dehydration you di’kut.”

Coloring,
Obi-Wan swallowed and sat up enough on his elbows to look around a
small medbay, clones in red and blue walking around though pointedly
weren’t looking towards the Jedi and the bounty hunter.

About
to speak, Obi-Wan instead just let out a small squeaky noise when the
back of the bed rose suddenly, Jango raising it as he moved to sit on
the bedside, pushing the bed up until Obi-Wan was sitting instead of
laying.

Bemused,
taking in the fact that there was an IV drip in his flesh hand,
Obi-Wan watched as Jango picked up a bowl and lifted a spoon with
what looked like porridge on it, holding it out to Obi-Wan. “Eat.”
The man stated sternly.

‘…I’ve
entered a parallel universe.’ Obi-Wan thought, eyes wide as he took
the bite.

It
was sweet, mostly bland but with a tiny bit of honey or fruit to make
it sweet, perfect for someone who wasn’t quite aware, since sugar
gave brief burst of energy.

“We’re
going to have a long talk about self care jetii, but you’re going
to eat and drink first, believe you me.” Jango growled out before
feeding him another small spoonful of porridge.

Yes,
Obi-Wan had entered a parallel universe for sure.

‘And
yet, I don’t mind…?’ Obi-Wan blinked, taking another bite while
blinking at Jango, completely missing the tinge of red on the bounty
hunters ears.