Nobody can tell me Boba doesn’t have a powerlifter build. Dude is SOLID under all that armor. I just LOVE the idea of a 60-year-old scarred af man still being sexy, and able to DROP a bitch on under 30 seconds. (I know canon says he’s Din’s age, but NO!)
Panting heavily as he held onto the handles, arms trembling, Obi-Wan looked up at Anakin, the other standing in front of him with a nervous smile, arms at the ready to catch him. “This… karking… sucks.” Obi-Wan hissed, shuddering at a spasm of pain up his thighs.
“You are allowed to stop Master Kenobi,” The healer observing suddenly spoke up, watching from the side, her lekku’s curling nervously for all the serenity in her voice.
Clearly she expected Obi-Wan to push further than he should and frankly, that wasn’t a faulty estimation of his character if you asked Anakin.
Grunting, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple and down into his lose tunic, Obi-Wan paused when Anakin touched his shoulder. “Obi-Wan, you only just got your legs attached less than a week ago. This is progress, extreme progress, don’t give yourself a setback because you’re pushing yourself too hard.”
Obi-Wan stared at him and for a minute, Anakin wondered if he had offended his old master.
Then Obi-Wan head dropped a bit, the man letting out a tired sigh as he straightened as best he could. “Help me into my chair Anakin, please?” He whispered.
Relieved, Anakin stepped closer and aided the older man into holding onto him instead, Obi-Wan’s arm up over his shoulder and Anakin’s down around his waist.
Over his head, he and the healer exchanged relieved glances even as Obi-Wan was slowly helped into the chair by Anakin, the redhead letting out a tired and pained grunt as he sat down heavily. “Fucking…” He cursed quietly, the words trailing off as he just let his head tilt back, closing his glowing eyes, his mech feet thumping into the.
Peering down at the other, Anakin smiled sadly before shaking his head when the healer reached for the hypo full of painkiller.
She paused, her lips pursing but she waited.
The healer stopped in her tracks, Anakin knelt down, touching the top of Obi-Wan’s thighs in a gentle motion, smiling up at the other.
He got a smile in return, Obi-Wan’s freckles brightening in with genuine happiness. “I know they make you feel fussy but how about you have some painkillers?” Anakin questioned quietly, inwardly mourning at the dimming of the others freckles but knowing it was coming all the same.
Glancing towards the healer, Obi-Wan frowned as he wiped away the sweat on his face, the dark rings around his armpits clearly visible in his beige tunic. “…I…” He hesitated.
Rubbing slowly at the others thighs with his flesh hand, Anakin raised his mech arm. “There’s no shame in admitting you need them.” He stated seriously, watching Obi-Wan’s glowing eyes flicker to the visible mecho arm.
Anakin had done it on purpose.
Since Obi-Wan had decided to accept new legs, since he had started therapy to learn walking with them, Anakin had started wearing his glove less. Because he knew his old master, how stubborn he could be, how far he’d push himself, how little he wanted to be a ‘burden.’
Yes, Anakin Skywalker knew this part of Obi-Wan Kenobi quite well and he despised it, having often come home from lessons to find a sick Obi-Wan collapsed on the couch.
So he wore his glove less as a point, to force Obi-Wan to confront that Anakin at least knew some of the pain and some of the struggles.
Just so he could make sure Obi-Wan took care of himself, took his painkillers, reminded him that not going forward speedily wasn’t a failure. All the things Obi-Wan had reminded Anakin when he got his arm.
“There’s no shame in it Obi-Wan,” Anakin reiterated. “No shame for me and no shame for you.” He whispered softly as he squeezed the top of the others thigh.
“No fair, using my own words against me.” Obi-Wan whispered back, but he was smiling faintly.
Snorting softly, Anakin shifted up on one knee, leaning up to hug the other, ignoring the wetness and the sour smell of sweat on the others skin. “I think you’re rather proud of me doing it.” He teased softly, smiling when he felt a soft chuckle against his shoulder, felt the crystal of his lightsaber vibrate with its creator’s amusement.
“Maybe. But then again,” Obi-Wan’s hand came up to cup the back of Anakin’s head and Anakin felt a lump in his throat at the next words, his heart fluttering in quiet joy. “I’m always proud of you my dear.”
Stroking the delicate hand with his thumb, Fox let out a deep breath.
After escorting Amidala around, he was so grateful that he could finally run back to the temple to see his vod’ika, sit at his bedside.
The sterile room had been empty sans the sleeping Obi-Wan when he arrived, setting Fox heart into his throat in sheer fear after what he had learned at the Rotunda despite knowing that Rex couldn’t remain the entire time he and Skywalker was gone.
He had actually gone over Obi-Wan’s vitals and information, just to check, just to be sure, to ease the fear and paranoia in his own mind despite the security that was the Jedi temple. At least the Halls, as far into the temple as the healing Halls were, should be safe.
Learning that the chancellor of all people…
Fox wasn’t sure what to do about that news even as his racing heart calmed with the knowledge that Obi-Wan’s vitals were unchanged and strong, there was nothing but inadequate suspicions with circumstantial evidence at best, nothing concrete beyond a conversation between Palpatine and Amidala and yet, deep in his heart, he knew the truth.
The Chancellor had tried to kill his little bird and Skywalker believed so too clearly, watching him stomp away dramatically, light bulbs popping overhead as several aides and senators let out overly dramatically panicked noises were a clear sign of that.
It didn’t make sense though, why in all maker’s name would the Chancellor want to…
‘Is he jealous?’ Fox knew that the Chancellor had once been a mentor of Skywalker, had been a trusted and close friend but after Commander Tano…
Maybe that was it.
Maybe he thought if he got rid of Obi-Wan, Anakin would come crawling back to him?
It was a rather disturbing and actually gross line of thinking and Fox wrinkled his nose.
But it could be the truth.
A terrible, ugly truth.
‘The Senate is an ugly thing though, at least the people in it.’ He snorted to himself. In principle, the Senate was a good thing, everyone able to voice their complaints and make deals.
But in reality, only a few benefited, by keeping their voices the loudest and making deals in the shadows.
Fox had caught his fair share of back alley deals with Senators involved, only for the judicial to let them escape the day after they were brought in, nothing happening outside of pockets filled with credits to make the problem just go away.
It wasn’t fair and it wasn’t right but Fox was a clone commander of the guards, he saw to the safety of the Rotunda and GAR related issues.
Not the law on Coruscant.
He was not judge or jury, despite presenting evidence to them.
Had he been it, things would be run differently he thought bitterly as he lifted Obi-Wan’s hand to press a soft kiss to the back of it, feeling helpless to protect his little Jedi brother.
“You feel…angry.” A soft, raspy voice stated and Fox almost squeezed down on the little hand in shock, eyes snapping up to find Obi-Wan’s eyes open in a lidded, pale gaze.
Reaching out with one hand, Fox cupped a pale cheek, rubbing at a freckle. “Obi-Wan?” He whispered with disbelief, shaking slightly.
He wasn’t suppose to be awake yet, he was in a healing coma, he was suppose to sleep.
But here he was, his eyes were open and his lips curved into a weak, chapped smile. “Thirsty…” He rasped out, licking lightly at his lips.
Swallowing thickly, leaning up to punch the call button, Fox squeezed the others hand. “Okay, okay hold on little bird, a healer is on the way. Just… hold on… Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan you’re awake.” Fox felt like crying.
Felt like laughing.
Felt like he could scream.
In the end he settled for a hiccup as he pressed Obi-Wan’s hand to his face, relief spazzing through him as Obi-Wan smiled back at him with his pale eyes focused over Fox shoulder.
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