Jumping
a bit as there was a quick slap of
a caramel hand on the desk,
Obi-Wan turned his head and looked up at the annoyed Jango beside
him, an amused Boba on his father’s hip as he peered around the
man’s chest at the Jedi. “Wha-”

“I
thought you were going to start eating better again?”
Jango cut in acidly, gesturing down to the mealbar he had just
slapped onto the desk, clearly
referring to Obi-Wan’s conversation with Qui-Gon.

Coloring
a bit, Obi-Wan cleared his throat even as he sat up in his chair.
“I-I just need to prepare for the council member’s arrival that’s
all,” He meekly admitted, gesturing to the reports he was reading
off his pad. “I need to present the evidence and our case well so
the council agrees with me.” He tacked on quickly.

Giggling,
Boba shook his head. “Bad Jedi.” He giggled more.

Snorting,
Jango reluctantly relaxed at his son’s giggles. “You said it
Boba, bad Jedi. I’ll be telling Jinn about this if you don’t eat
this and then go to bed.”
He grumbled out before turning, heading the same way he had come
from. “You better be in bed when I return from putting Boba to
bed!” He called over his shoulder before disappearing out the door.

Flustering,
Obi-Wan cleared his throat before reluctantly picking up the mealbar,
blinking down at it.

It
was kelp bar.

The
single mealbar Obi-Wan had ever found to be palatable, slightly salty
sweet, filling and with a nice texture compared to the jerky stuff or
the bland rations.

It
could be a coincidence of course.

But
Obi-Wan had come to learn with Jango Fett that there weren’t many
things as a coincidence.

No,
Jango Fett knew that this was the single mealbar that Obi-Wan
actually enjoyed eating.

Carefully
opening it up, Obi-Wan cheeks colored ever so slightly before shaking
his head firmly, taking a bite out of the kelp bar.

There
was no way Jango cared for him, Obi-Wan was his link to the Jedi
council, the link to keeping Boba safe from the Sith Lord, his link
to not being persecuted.

But
it was nice to imagine wasn’t it?

To
have someone who cared for you enough to hunt you down and make sure
you ate.

Smiling
wistfully down at his lap, Obi-Wan glanced at the reports then to the
closed door.

It
would take the
bounty
hunter at least half an hour to get his son settled and asleep, that
was the minimum count.

And
more
likely a full hour.

And
yet…

Standing,
Obi-Wan made his way out of the office as he continued chewing on the
kelp bar, nodding to a few clones out on the move, smiling at their
endearingly awed emotions. Hopefully that would go away once Obi-Wan
introduced them to the rest of the galaxy,

Or
Obi-Wan
could get them to consider him friendly instead, he wasn’t all that
keen on awe.

Sliding
into the room he had been assigned by the Minister, Obi-Wan glanced
about as he finished off the last piece of the kelp bar, satisfyingly
full.

“…Tomorrow
they arrive, tomorrow the council arrives, Qui-Gon taking Anakin with
him. Tomorrow I’m going to have to argue for the clones safety, for
Jango and Boba’s sake and get Jango to present all the evidence he
has on the Sith Lord along with my own findings.” Obi-Wan breathed
out before shaking his head and moving to the fresher.

It
wouldn’t do him any favors to worry on it and loose sleep.

He
best brush his teeth, change and get to bed just as Jango had said.

Even
as he changed into his sleep wear, he couldn’t help but wonder
about having someone care about him properly, enough to find him and
make him eat.

‘Would
be nice, wouldn’t it?’ Obi-Wan mused, climbing into bed, his
metal arm whirring lightly before going silent. ‘Someone to tuck up
close to, to keep warm with and share secrets with. To have someone
that made you feel better and you could help make feel better.’
Obi-Wan stared into the room before ordering the light off.

‘Who’d
want an escaped experimental freak anyhow… no one, that’s who.
Certainly not a man like Jango Fett.’ Obi-Wan clenched his eyes
shut at that, blocking out the thoughts and tears that wanted to come
with and focusing instead on his own breathing.

It
took him longer than he wished to fall asleep, his mind whirling with
thoughts that made his chest hurt.