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Watching the
Senator smile fondly at her husband, Obi-Wan quirked his lips a bit.
“You know he’s drooling onto your very expensive dress, yes?”
He questioned with some amusement which had Padme laugh softly and
stroke a sleeping Anakin’s curls as the man rested his head on her shoulder.

“I don’t mind,
its good for him to get rest honestly and with the way things are
going I don’t need him on full alert,” She said fondly before
pressing a kiss to her husbands temple and settling back, watching
Obi-Wan. “Especially since Chancellor Mon Mothma has made it easier
to speak with the CIS by pulling back on some of the frankly more
ridiculous proposals. We might actually get peace…” Padme
breathed out, looking hopeful.

Obi-Wan had been
seeing a lot of that lately actually.

Hope in the eyes of
people, cautious pulling back of Jedi to the temple as more and more
planets declared themselves unwilling to fight for the moment until
things could be cleared up because with the election of a new
Chancellor things had come to light.

Like Palpatine
playing both sides of the war.

There was much
uncertainty about everything after that, both the Republic and the
CIS questioning what the ultimate goal had been about the entire
thing.

Questioning just
who had ordered the clones and the droids, questioning each battle
and each war, questioning the bills and laws come into motion.

A lot of people who
had worked with Palpatine were suddenly swearing they had been
convinced, coerced into their votes and their views.

And the Jedi were
wrapping themselves around the troopers, quietly asking Senators they
knew about clone rights bills though this Obi-Wan only knew because
he had heard Master Koon and Master Fisto speak about in the hall
when they were unaware Obi-Wan could hear them, both whispering
furiously about which Senators to approach and Plo outright wondering
if he should maybe take the Wolfpack and run to the mid-rims for
their safety.

He had made no
indication that he knew what they had spoken about but now he
wondered… could Obi-Wan do anything for them?

He could speak to
Padme since Anakin had invited both him and Qui-Gon for dinner with
them, having had a nice and easy meal.

Speaking of said
Jedi master…

Obi-Wan smiled
happily as the man returned with C3PO with their tea, Qui-Gon
gracefully handing over a cup to Padme first before settling down
with his own as the golden droid handed over Obi-Wan’s and fretted
over the fact that Anakin was asleep and therefor the tea would go
cold.

“Let him sleep
C3PO, he deserves some rest after the last few… honestly the last
few years.” Padme chuckled softly, rubbing her pregnancy swollen
stomach as she took a sip.

“I think we could
all do with some rest.” Qui-Gon agreed as he wrapped an arm around
Obi-Wan and pulled him to his side.

Going willingly,
Obi-Wan pressed up against the other man and took a small sip,
savoring the flavor despite it reminding him of the cup he had with
the now late former Chancellor as he watched Padme and Anakin.

There was hope
there.

They had time and
hope now.

It was nice to
finally have hope even if there were still battles to come but for
today?

For today it was
wonderful to close your eyes and rest a bit.

‘I could get used
to this.’ Obi-Wan mused as Qui-Gon played with his braid, letting
out a deep sigh as he felt his shoulders lower for the first time
properly since his little farming operation had been blown to bits
and he had started running.

It was time to
rebuild for real.

It was time for
hope.

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Watching the
Senator smile fondly at her husband, Obi-Wan quirked his lips a bit.
“You know he’s drooling onto your very expensive dress, yes?”
He questioned with some amusement which had Padme laugh softly and
stroke a sleeping Anakin’s curls as the man rested his head on her shoulder.

“I don’t mind,
its good for him to get rest honestly and with the way things are
going I don’t need him on full alert,” She said fondly before
pressing a kiss to her husbands temple and settling back, watching
Obi-Wan. “Especially since Chancellor Mon Mothma has made it easier
to speak with the CIS by pulling back on some of the frankly more
ridiculous proposals. We might actually get peace…” Padme
breathed out, looking hopeful.

Obi-Wan had been
seeing a lot of that lately actually.

Hope in the eyes of
people, cautious pulling back of Jedi to the temple as more and more
planets declared themselves unwilling to fight for the moment until
things could be cleared up because with the election of a new
Chancellor things had come to light.

Like Palpatine
playing both sides of the war.

There was much
uncertainty about everything after that, both the Republic and the
CIS questioning what the ultimate goal had been about the entire
thing.

Questioning just
who had ordered the clones and the droids, questioning each battle
and each war, questioning the bills and laws come into motion.

A lot of people who
had worked with Palpatine were suddenly swearing they had been
convinced, coerced into their votes and their views.

And the Jedi were
wrapping themselves around the troopers, quietly asking Senators they
knew about clone rights bills though this Obi-Wan only knew because
he had heard Master Koon and Master Fisto speak about in the hall
when they were unaware Obi-Wan could hear them, both whispering
furiously about which Senators to approach and Plo outright wondering
if he should maybe take the Wolfpack and run to the mid-rims for
their safety.

He had made no
indication that he knew what they had spoken about but now he
wondered… could Obi-Wan do anything for them?

He could speak to
Padme since Anakin had invited both him and Qui-Gon for dinner with
them, having had a nice and easy meal.

Speaking of said
Jedi master…

Obi-Wan smiled
happily as the man returned with C3PO with their tea, Qui-Gon
gracefully handing over a cup to Padme first before settling down
with his own as the golden droid handed over Obi-Wan’s and fretted
over the fact that Anakin was asleep and therefor the tea would go
cold.

“Let him sleep
C3PO, he deserves some rest after the last few… honestly the last
few years.” Padme chuckled softly, rubbing her pregnancy swollen
stomach as she took a sip.

“I think we could
all do with some rest.” Qui-Gon agreed as he wrapped an arm around
Obi-Wan and pulled him to his side.

Going willingly,
Obi-Wan pressed up against the other man and took a small sip,
savoring the flavor despite it reminding him of the cup he had with
the now late former Chancellor as he watched Padme and Anakin.

There was hope
there.

They had time and
hope now.

It was nice to
finally have hope even if there were still battles to come but for
today?

For today it was
wonderful to close your eyes and rest a bit.

‘I could get used
to this.’ Obi-Wan mused as Qui-Gon played with his braid, letting
out a deep sigh as he felt his shoulders lower for the first time
properly since his little farming operation had been blown to bits
and he had started running.

It was time to
rebuild for real.

It was time for
hope.

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Brushing out Obi-Wan’s long hair
slowly as the two sat on their bed with cool air coming in through
the window with the noises of skycars faint around the temple,
Qui-Gon rumbled quietly. “Anakin thinks I look at you differently
now you killed someone,” He chuckled without humor as Obi-Wan only
let out a small hum to show he was listening. “He doesn’t quite
understand the living Force sometimes but to be fair to him, he’s a
power house of the Force that hasn’t specialized himself into the
living Force or the unifying Force.” He paused then pushed
Obi-Wan’s hair over his left shoulder to expose the pale back and
settle his brush free hand to Obi-Wan’s spine instead, feeling the
other shudder at the warmth and arch into it.

“Well, if you’re right, he is the
chosen one.” Obi-Wan whispered out.

The Jedi chortled a bit and hummed.
“Well yes, but I understand that nature is dual and survival is
important in the animal and plant kingdoms,” Qui-Gon said quietly.
“The things you work with.”

Obi-Wan
glanced over his shoulder at his lover, his nape
and ears sporting a slight
flush. “Qui-Gon…” He said thickly and the Jedi smirked
slightly, tracing his fingertips up and down the others back.

Goosebumps
broke out over pale, freckled skin and Obi-Wan gave a little cry.
“Yes my Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon
rumbled out.

“Oh
please don’t tease me,” Obi-Wan trembled violently while
arching his back, Qui-Gon’s
little botanical lover clenching his hands into the sheets of their
shared bed. “Please don’t tease me me.” He added as he started
to pant.

Qui-Gon rumbled,
dropping the brush on the floor to keep it out of the way as he
leaned in closer, fingertips tracing down the others side. “Teasing?”
He smirked.

“You
know what you’re
doing. You’re lighting every nerve ending on fire.” Obi-Wan
gritted out.

“You don’t have
to sit still.” Qui-Gon chortled.

Both
knew that if Obi-Wan did try to turn and engage, Qui-Gon would indeed
tease the other and
slip away. But if Obi-Wan was good, if he sat still and took what
Qui-Gon gave him, the rewards would be even
greater.

Which was why
Obi-Wan was sitting as still as he could and only whined in response.

He
gave a hitched sob when Qui-Gon leaned forward and pressed a kiss to
the exposed right shoulder, tracing the freckles with his lips with
his tongue, Qui-Gon
practically opening up Obi-Wan’s pleasure nerves to an almost
painful level with how he was working them. “You set yourself in
danger, for a good cause yes. But now you’ll take your punishment.”
Qui-Gon rumbled against the freckled skin before nipping.

A little scream
ripped from Obi-Wan’s throat at that and he spasmed violently as
Qui-Gon settled his hands on the redhead’ hips quickly in concern
as he wondered if he went too far, too quickly with Obi-Wan placing
his head on his knees to breath. “Obi-Wan? He grunted as the other,
rubbing circles to the others hipbones through the boxers.

Another
tremble went through Obi-Wan before he lifted his head. “Yellow.”
He rasped out, giving Qui-Gon a quick, reassuring smile over his
shoulder even as he was still
struggling to calm down.

Breathing
out in relief, Qui-Gon nodded. ‘Alright, that was too much, dial
down how exposed I leave his
nerves for that.’ He noted to himself while rubbing Obi-Wan’s
back with his hand flat and warm, just soothing him.

After a few
minutes, Obi-Wan let out a breath. “Green.”

Smiling
at that, Qui-Gon gently teased Obi-Wan’s pleasure nerves once more
with permission granted and
resumed their play.

Sweet,
devilish play for torment on Obi-Wan.

After
all, they had all night for Qui-Gon to drive the message in.

()()()

Half of the council
looks like they don’t know what to make of him and the rest looks
like its about asleep.

Like they’re
finally letting themselves collapses after months and months of
adrenaline rush and now their body is demanding its toll. ‘It
wouldn’t actually shock me if some of them do have adrenaline
poisoning.’ Obi-Wan mused to himself while watching Mace chin
actually dip a bit as he fights not to fall asleep.

The sudden death of
the Chancellor had come as a shock to all and Obi-Wan knows that the
loss of its highest leadership, even from the shadow, is a blow to
the CSI as Dooku is now left floundering a bit before he can take
over.

Which has given the
Republic and the planets targeted under the war some much needed
respite.

“You murdered
him.” Oppo finally says, staring at Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan raised a
brow. “I do believe the reports said heart attack.” He said
lightly.

“Play coy with us
you can not, Qui-Gon we are not.” Yoda snorted at him, watching
Obi-Wan with a raised brow. It was interesting that they assumed Obi-Wan hadn’t told Qui-Gon the truth…

Mace just grunted
and then pulled his legs up into his chair while pulling his robe
around himself, looking for all intent and purpose as if he was about
to take a nap.

Shaak sent the man
a look from her seat then did the same, snuggling into her seat on
Kamino and saying a soft thank you when a blanket was wrapped around
her, cutesy of a clone most likely.

Obi-Wan sighed then
he pulled out a recorder from his pocket, holding it up.

He played his last
conversation with the Chancellor, watching the council calmly as one
by one they all lost their grip on their shields.

Well, there was
that shock and horror Obi-Wan was expecting. ‘I do hope Qui-Gon
rewards me for doing this…’ He thought tiredly as the council
descended into madness.

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Brushing out Obi-Wan’s long hair
slowly as the two sat on their bed with cool air coming in through
the window with the noises of skycars faint around the temple,
Qui-Gon rumbled quietly. “Anakin thinks I look at you differently
now you killed someone,” He chuckled without humor as Obi-Wan only
let out a small hum to show he was listening. “He doesn’t quite
understand the living Force sometimes but to be fair to him, he’s a
power house of the Force that hasn’t specialized himself into the
living Force or the unifying Force.” He paused then pushed
Obi-Wan’s hair over his left shoulder to expose the pale back and
settle his brush free hand to Obi-Wan’s spine instead, feeling the
other shudder at the warmth and arch into it.

“Well, if you’re right, he is the
chosen one.” Obi-Wan whispered out.

The Jedi chortled a bit and hummed.
“Well yes, but I understand that nature is dual and survival is
important in the animal and plant kingdoms,” Qui-Gon said quietly.
“The things you work with.”

Obi-Wan
glanced over his shoulder at his lover, his nape
and ears sporting a slight
flush. “Qui-Gon…” He said thickly and the Jedi smirked
slightly, tracing his fingertips up and down the others back.

Goosebumps
broke out over pale, freckled skin and Obi-Wan gave a little cry.
“Yes my Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon
rumbled out.

“Oh
please don’t tease me,” Obi-Wan trembled violently while
arching his back, Qui-Gon’s
little botanical lover clenching his hands into the sheets of their
shared bed. “Please don’t tease me me.” He added as he started
to pant.

Qui-Gon rumbled,
dropping the brush on the floor to keep it out of the way as he
leaned in closer, fingertips tracing down the others side. “Teasing?”
He smirked.

“You
know what you’re
doing. You’re lighting every nerve ending on fire.” Obi-Wan
gritted out.

“You don’t have
to sit still.” Qui-Gon chortled.

Both
knew that if Obi-Wan did try to turn and engage, Qui-Gon would indeed
tease the other and
slip away. But if Obi-Wan was good, if he sat still and took what
Qui-Gon gave him, the rewards would be even
greater.

Which was why
Obi-Wan was sitting as still as he could and only whined in response.

He
gave a hitched sob when Qui-Gon leaned forward and pressed a kiss to
the exposed right shoulder, tracing the freckles with his lips with
his tongue, Qui-Gon
practically opening up Obi-Wan’s pleasure nerves to an almost
painful level with how he was working them. “You set yourself in
danger, for a good cause yes. But now you’ll take your punishment.”
Qui-Gon rumbled against the freckled skin before nipping.

A little scream
ripped from Obi-Wan’s throat at that and he spasmed violently as
Qui-Gon settled his hands on the redhead’ hips quickly in concern
as he wondered if he went too far, too quickly with Obi-Wan placing
his head on his knees to breath. “Obi-Wan? He grunted as the other,
rubbing circles to the others hipbones through the boxers.

Another
tremble went through Obi-Wan before he lifted his head. “Yellow.”
He rasped out, giving Qui-Gon a quick, reassuring smile over his
shoulder even as he was still
struggling to calm down.

Breathing
out in relief, Qui-Gon nodded. ‘Alright, that was too much, dial
down how exposed I leave his
nerves for that.’ He noted to himself while rubbing Obi-Wan’s
back with his hand flat and warm, just soothing him.

After a few
minutes, Obi-Wan let out a breath. “Green.”

Smiling
at that, Qui-Gon gently teased Obi-Wan’s pleasure nerves once more
with permission granted and
resumed their play.

Sweet,
devilish play for torment on Obi-Wan.

After
all, they had all night for Qui-Gon to drive the message in.

()()()

Half of the council
looks like they don’t know what to make of him and the rest looks
like its about asleep.

Like they’re
finally letting themselves collapses after months and months of
adrenaline rush and now their body is demanding its toll. ‘It
wouldn’t actually shock me if some of them do have adrenaline
poisoning.’ Obi-Wan mused to himself while watching Mace chin
actually dip a bit as he fights not to fall asleep.

The sudden death of
the Chancellor had come as a shock to all and Obi-Wan knows that the
loss of its highest leadership, even from the shadow, is a blow to
the CSI as Dooku is now left floundering a bit before he can take
over.

Which has given the
Republic and the planets targeted under the war some much needed
respite.

“You murdered
him.” Oppo finally says, staring at Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan raised a
brow. “I do believe the reports said heart attack.” He said
lightly.

“Play coy with us
you can not, Qui-Gon we are not.” Yoda snorted at him, watching
Obi-Wan with a raised brow. It was interesting that they assumed Obi-Wan hadn’t told Qui-Gon the truth…

Mace just grunted
and then pulled his legs up into his chair while pulling his robe
around himself, looking for all intent and purpose as if he was about
to take a nap.

Shaak sent the man
a look from her seat then did the same, snuggling into her seat on
Kamino and saying a soft thank you when a blanket was wrapped around
her, cutesy of a clone most likely.

Obi-Wan sighed then
he pulled out a recorder from his pocket, holding it up.

He played his last
conversation with the Chancellor, watching the council calmly as one
by one they all lost their grip on their shields.

Well, there was
that shock and horror Obi-Wan was expecting. ‘I do hope Qui-Gon
rewards me for doing this…’ He thought tiredly as the council
descended into madness.

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Sipping
their teas, the group sat in quiet as the blond tried to figure out
what to do with the information he now had and the things that had
happened.

Until
the long haired master spoke. “Will you tell us what you did now?”

Anakin
blinked and looked at Qui-Gon only to find him watching Obi-Wan
beside him as the agricore member slowly continued sipping his tea
without answer even s he glanced at Qui-Gon and then at Anakin.

He was
delaying for time clearly and Anakin felt his frown grow slowly.

It had
been a week since the Chancellor died and an emergency vote had been
put in place that had elected Mom Mothma and in that time, no Jedi or
trooper had left Coruscant as the woman familiarized with her new
post and what to do.

Only
defensive actions or emergency so far with those already out to
respond.

For
long moments no one said anything and Anakin thought Obi-Wan wouldn’t
when Obi-Wan finally spoke. “He shouldn’t have made Anakin his
target.” He spoke primly.

Blinking
in confusion, Anakin stared at the redhead, confused.

Qui-Gon
obviously had something confirmed with the way he sat back and rubbed
his forehead. “Obi-Wan…” He started wearily.

The
other just shook his head. “No. And the Council won’t punish me
or give me over to the Judical either, not with what I discovered.”
Obi-Wan argued which had Qui-Gon frowning in confusion just as Anakin
and he most likely would have asked what the kark Obi-Wan was talking
about if it wasn’t for Anakin breaking into the conversation
finally.

“I’m
sorry but what in the Force are you two talking about?” He looked
between them.

“How
I killed Sheev Palpatine by poisoning him for
attempting to manipulate you.”
Obi-Wan said in the same prim tone, waveringly strong as he stared at
Anakin and the blond didn’t for a moment think the other was lying
as he would have normally done and waved it off as a untasteful joke.

Staring
at the other for a long moment with mouth open, Anakin struggled for
words and understanding.

“It
didn’t help that when he discovered what I’d done, he tried to
use the dark side of the Force to get revenge, exposing himself as a
Sith along the way.” Obi-Wan continued, further shattering Anakin
as the blonds eyes went wide.

He was
gratified to see Qui-Gon’s eyes go wide too, obviously while he had
suspected something, that
was not it. “Are you… Obi-Wan?” He rasped.

“I
have it on tape.” The redhead said softly. “For the council to
see. I knew you suspected I was planning something for days and I
felt it was best to… have evidence to
bring to the council should they choose not to believe me.”
Obi-Wan sighed, setting the cup down on the table.

Anakin
had a million questions and didn’t know which to ask or how but he
was stopped from even asking as Qui-Gon knelt down on the couch and
grabbed Obi-Wan’s foot.

In
utter confusion and emotional turmoil, Anakin watched Qui-Gon tug the
sock off to find bandages beneath that the man slowly unwrapped to
show blackened toenails.

They
all stared at them. “…I took the antidote too slow. Necrosis set
in though I managed to keep them from touching my fingernails.”
Obi-Wan explained quietly as Qui-Gon touched the toes with gentle
fingers. He further explained as Qui-Gon asked soft questions
concerning health but Obi-Wan was looking at Anakin, watching the
young knight.

‘He
did this for me,’ Anakin stared at the blackened nails as Obi-Wan’s
foot rested in Qui-Gon’s hand before he slowly meet the others
green eyes. He was still confused about Sheev Palpatine, still in
shock but this he understood.

Obi-Wan
had done this for him and slowly, Anakin smiled at him, a shaky
little smile that Obi-Wan responded with a quiet and understanding
one of his own.

Things
were terrible, but they would be okay.

Anakin
just had to believe it and in the people around him.

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Sipping
their teas, the group sat in quiet as the blond tried to figure out
what to do with the information he now had and the things that had
happened.

Until
the long haired master spoke. “Will you tell us what you did now?”

Anakin
blinked and looked at Qui-Gon only to find him watching Obi-Wan
beside him as the agricore member slowly continued sipping his tea
without answer even s he glanced at Qui-Gon and then at Anakin.

He was
delaying for time clearly and Anakin felt his frown grow slowly.

It had
been a week since the Chancellor died and an emergency vote had been
put in place that had elected Mom Mothma and in that time, no Jedi or
trooper had left Coruscant as the woman familiarized with her new
post and what to do.

Only
defensive actions or emergency so far with those already out to
respond.

For
long moments no one said anything and Anakin thought Obi-Wan wouldn’t
when Obi-Wan finally spoke. “He shouldn’t have made Anakin his
target.” He spoke primly.

Blinking
in confusion, Anakin stared at the redhead, confused.

Qui-Gon
obviously had something confirmed with the way he sat back and rubbed
his forehead. “Obi-Wan…” He started wearily.

The
other just shook his head. “No. And the Council won’t punish me
or give me over to the Judical either, not with what I discovered.”
Obi-Wan argued which had Qui-Gon frowning in confusion just as Anakin
and he most likely would have asked what the kark Obi-Wan was talking
about if it wasn’t for Anakin breaking into the conversation
finally.

“I’m
sorry but what in the Force are you two talking about?” He looked
between them.

“How
I killed Sheev Palpatine by poisoning him for
attempting to manipulate you.”
Obi-Wan said in the same prim tone, waveringly strong as he stared at
Anakin and the blond didn’t for a moment think the other was lying
as he would have normally done and waved it off as a untasteful joke.

Staring
at the other for a long moment with mouth open, Anakin struggled for
words and understanding.

“It
didn’t help that when he discovered what I’d done, he tried to
use the dark side of the Force to get revenge, exposing himself as a
Sith along the way.” Obi-Wan continued, further shattering Anakin
as the blonds eyes went wide.

He was
gratified to see Qui-Gon’s eyes go wide too, obviously while he had
suspected something, that
was not it. “Are you… Obi-Wan?” He rasped.

“I
have it on tape.” The redhead said softly. “For the council to
see. I knew you suspected I was planning something for days and I
felt it was best to… have evidence to
bring to the council should they choose not to believe me.”
Obi-Wan sighed, setting the cup down on the table.

Anakin
had a million questions and didn’t know which to ask or how but he
was stopped from even asking as Qui-Gon knelt down on the couch and
grabbed Obi-Wan’s foot.

In
utter confusion and emotional turmoil, Anakin watched Qui-Gon tug the
sock off to find bandages beneath that the man slowly unwrapped to
show blackened toenails.

They
all stared at them. “…I took the antidote too slow. Necrosis set
in though I managed to keep them from touching my fingernails.”
Obi-Wan explained quietly as Qui-Gon touched the toes with gentle
fingers. He further explained as Qui-Gon asked soft questions
concerning health but Obi-Wan was looking at Anakin, watching the
young knight.

‘He
did this for me,’ Anakin stared at the blackened nails as Obi-Wan’s
foot rested in Qui-Gon’s hand before he slowly meet the others
green eyes. He was still confused about Sheev Palpatine, still in
shock but this he understood.

Obi-Wan
had done this for him and slowly, Anakin smiled at him, a shaky
little smile that Obi-Wan responded with a quiet and understanding
one of his own.

Things
were terrible, but they would be okay.

Anakin
just had to believe it and in the people around him.

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He gets his shot.

It doesn’t take long even, a week
after his meeting in the council’s chamber he is summoned to the
Senate by a ‘worried’ Chancellor to speak about Anakin as he can
not get in contact with the ‘dear’ boy.

He tells no one even though he can tell
Qui-Gon senses something is going on, the way his lover looks at him
with a small furrow on his face and worry growing in his eyes.

But in this Obi-Wan can not involve
Qui-Gon as he knows the man would be duty bound to stop Obi-Wan. And
in this he will not be stopped so instead he distracts and redirects
the man with worries about Anakin, though those too are genuine.

He will apologize later he promises
himself as he slips vials into his pocket and quietly leaves the
temple without a word to anyone though ample Jedi see him in the
halls. And none have any ideas of what’s going on.

What Obi-Wan has suspected and what
he’s going to do regardless if the latter suspicion is not true for
Anakin is family to Qui-Gon and therefor family to Obi-Wan.

And Obi-Wan is no Jedi.

He never swore an oath to uphold the
Republic.

And so he bows to the chancellor and
offers to make tea, smiling warmly at the man as he smiles genially
over the ostentatious desk that keeps them separated as he accepts
the Agricore’s offer for tea.

“The pot and my own stash of leaves
are over there.” The chancellor gestured before launching into his
worries of Anakin and his avoidance of the Senate of late, how he
hoped maybe Obi-Wan could get the boy to return to the senate.

“Hmm maybe, he seems to be
uncomfortable around politicans lately for some reason, more than
usual that is.” Obi-Wan said softly, returning to the desk with the
tray of tea. He settled the tray on the desk and poured a sizable cup
for both, serving the Chancellor first. “I’m not sure he will
listen to me.” Obi-Wan added before sitting down and blowing on the
tea, taking a small sip and letting out a soft hum of pleasure. “Oh,
this is a good blend.” He praised.

Smiling genially over his own cup,
Sheev inclined his head. “A rare sort, you’ll most likely not be
able to get it on your salary but if you do, you can find it from
Naboo, local grown in only a singular groove.” He drawled before
sipping too.

Humming in understanding, Obi-Wan
watched the man take several sips. “Well, maybe if I ask Senator
Amidala than. She may know a vendor that could give me a discount
since she often travels home to see her family.”

Chuckling at that, Sheev nodded. “Now,
about Anakin…” He trailed off.

Obi-Wan
stared at the Chancellor over his cup before taking another
small sip of tea. “You know…its amazing what plants can do. They
grow, they feed people, they overpower an ecosystem if allowed, they
smell wonderful, please the eye…and can
kill those who try to eat
them.” He fave a faint smile, lips twitching as
he utterly ignored the mans inquiry.

The chancellors cup stopped to his
lips, only a mouthful left of his tea as he sensed a deeper meaning.

“Take the plant on your desk as
example, a rare Tattooine black desert rose.” Obi-Wan continued,
eyes flickering to it. “Innocent looking is it not. And fresh it
is, fully harmless, fragrant and pleasing on the eyes with its deep
coloring that appears red as blood or black as a starless night in
the right light so its transported off planet because it pleases
gardeners.” His eyes flickered to the dried petals that had fallen
from it. “But dried… they become a flavorless poison, potent and
slow acting…insidious because there is no known
cure and mimics a heart attack.” Obi-Wan set his cup on the desk.

The chancellor stared at him before his
lips twitched into a small smile. “A grim subject for a gardener.”
He said in a patronizing tone.

“Very. Fascinating though. Did you
know that Agricore members are not held to the code like Jedi Knights
and Masters are? That we can explore the Force a bit more without the
same repercussion as long as we don’t Fall? Being gray when you’re
a agricore member is not frowned upon. Its even encouraged as a way
to keep the Living Force flowing through us in the manner to help the
growth of plants and crops.” Obi-Wan smiled warmly. “After all,
nature is not kind. It has a dual nature, just like the Force. Survival.”  

Palpatine stared at him and flickered
his eyes down to his mostly empty cup and then back to Obi-Wan who
had drunk from the same pot of tea as he had that the Agricore member
had made. “Indeed…”

Obi-Wan settled his empty cup down then
reached into his belt, pulling out a little vial full of a substance
that seemed to give of a faint sheen of light as he uncorked it and
swallowed the contents of it.

Pale eyes flickered between the vial,
the flower and the cups of tea. “…No known cure hmm?”

“No.” Obi-Wan continued smiling as
they watched each other. “But I’m also botanist as much as a
gardener, my job is plants. Its strange how a cure can be found half
a galaxy away from the original place of the planet such a plant
grows isn’t it? Who would have thought Nabooan starlights would be
the cure? Such distance between the planets.” Obi-Wan
chuckled.

“…What a clever little rat you
are.” Palpatine visage turned ugly as he glared at him, eyes
turning yellow and confirming Obi-Wan’s suspicion. “Clever, I
underestimated you.”

“Most do. Its been my advantage for a long time.” Obi-Wan glanced
at the chrono and then looked back at him. “We should both start
feeling the effect in about two minutes.” He added in a cheery tone
before his face turned into a snarl in reply. “You never should
have made Anakin your target. I would never have noticed if it wasn’t
for that, but you made that boy play with loaded dices in a rigged
game and I caught wind of it, I felt the weight of those dices.” He
grinned savagely when Palpatine tried to reach for him only to jerk
back, lighting flickering at his fingertips. “Careful, the dark
side makes the poison flow quicker.” Obi-Wan huffed.

“A roses with thorns.” Palpatine snarled at him, hand pressed to
his chest.

Obi-Wan stood, staring coldly at him. “I may not be a Jedi, but I
was never toothless. And I was never stupid.” He smirked before
bowing casually. “A very pleasant meeting, I’ll try to convince
Anakin to come meet you again.” Obi-Wan added before turning
deliberately and giving the man his back.

Inwardly he started counting, listened to the chair being pushed
back, the wheeze of breath with the crackle of Force lighting
sputtering out as he reached the door and stepped out before turning
as there was a loud thump and the crash of pottery which startled the
secretary and guards, all whirling towards Obi-Wan who also whirled
around to look back into the office, a look of 
startlement

on his face.

“Chancellor!”

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He gets his shot.

It doesn’t take long even, a week
after his meeting in the council’s chamber he is summoned to the
Senate by a ‘worried’ Chancellor to speak about Anakin as he can
not get in contact with the ‘dear’ boy.

He tells no one even though he can tell
Qui-Gon senses something is going on, the way his lover looks at him
with a small furrow on his face and worry growing in his eyes.

But in this Obi-Wan can not involve
Qui-Gon as he knows the man would be duty bound to stop Obi-Wan. And
in this he will not be stopped so instead he distracts and redirects
the man with worries about Anakin, though those too are genuine.

He will apologize later he promises
himself as he slips vials into his pocket and quietly leaves the
temple without a word to anyone though ample Jedi see him in the
halls. And none have any ideas of what’s going on.

What Obi-Wan has suspected and what
he’s going to do regardless if the latter suspicion is not true for
Anakin is family to Qui-Gon and therefor family to Obi-Wan.

And Obi-Wan is no Jedi.

He never swore an oath to uphold the
Republic.

And so he bows to the chancellor and
offers to make tea, smiling warmly at the man as he smiles genially
over the ostentatious desk that keeps them separated as he accepts
the Agricore’s offer for tea.

“The pot and my own stash of leaves
are over there.” The chancellor gestured before launching into his
worries of Anakin and his avoidance of the Senate of late, how he
hoped maybe Obi-Wan could get the boy to return to the senate.

“Hmm maybe, he seems to be
uncomfortable around politicans lately for some reason, more than
usual that is.” Obi-Wan said softly, returning to the desk with the
tray of tea. He settled the tray on the desk and poured a sizable cup
for both, serving the Chancellor first. “I’m not sure he will
listen to me.” Obi-Wan added before sitting down and blowing on the
tea, taking a small sip and letting out a soft hum of pleasure. “Oh,
this is a good blend.” He praised.

Smiling genially over his own cup,
Sheev inclined his head. “A rare sort, you’ll most likely not be
able to get it on your salary but if you do, you can find it from
Naboo, local grown in only a singular groove.” He drawled before
sipping too.

Humming in understanding, Obi-Wan
watched the man take several sips. “Well, maybe if I ask Senator
Amidala than. She may know a vendor that could give me a discount
since she often travels home to see her family.”

Chuckling at that, Sheev nodded. “Now,
about Anakin…” He trailed off.

Obi-Wan
stared at the Chancellor over his cup before taking another
small sip of tea. “You know…its amazing what plants can do. They
grow, they feed people, they overpower an ecosystem if allowed, they
smell wonderful, please the eye…and can
kill those who try to eat
them.” He fave a faint smile, lips twitching as
he utterly ignored the mans inquiry.

The chancellors cup stopped to his
lips, only a mouthful left of his tea as he sensed a deeper meaning.

“Take the plant on your desk as
example, a rare Tattooine black desert rose.” Obi-Wan continued,
eyes flickering to it. “Innocent looking is it not. And fresh it
is, fully harmless, fragrant and pleasing on the eyes with its deep
coloring that appears red as blood or black as a starless night in
the right light so its transported off planet because it pleases
gardeners.” His eyes flickered to the dried petals that had fallen
from it. “But dried… they become a flavorless poison, potent and
slow acting…insidious because there is no known
cure and mimics a heart attack.” Obi-Wan set his cup on the desk.

The chancellor stared at him before his
lips twitched into a small smile. “A grim subject for a gardener.”
He said in a patronizing tone.

“Very. Fascinating though. Did you
know that Agricore members are not held to the code like Jedi Knights
and Masters are? That we can explore the Force a bit more without the
same repercussion as long as we don’t Fall? Being gray when you’re
a agricore member is not frowned upon. Its even encouraged as a way
to keep the Living Force flowing through us in the manner to help the
growth of plants and crops.” Obi-Wan smiled warmly. “After all,
nature is not kind. It has a dual nature, just like the Force. Survival.”  

Palpatine stared at him and flickered
his eyes down to his mostly empty cup and then back to Obi-Wan who
had drunk from the same pot of tea as he had that the Agricore member
had made. “Indeed…”

Obi-Wan settled his empty cup down then
reached into his belt, pulling out a little vial full of a substance
that seemed to give of a faint sheen of light as he uncorked it and
swallowed the contents of it.

Pale eyes flickered between the vial,
the flower and the cups of tea. “…No known cure hmm?”

“No.” Obi-Wan continued smiling as
they watched each other. “But I’m also botanist as much as a
gardener, my job is plants. Its strange how a cure can be found half
a galaxy away from the original place of the planet such a plant
grows isn’t it? Who would have thought Nabooan starlights would be
the cure? Such distance between the planets.” Obi-Wan
chuckled.

“…What a clever little rat you
are.” Palpatine visage turned ugly as he glared at him, eyes
turning yellow and confirming Obi-Wan’s suspicion. “Clever, I
underestimated you.”

“Most do. Its been my advantage for a long time.” Obi-Wan glanced
at the chrono and then looked back at him. “We should both start
feeling the effect in about two minutes.” He added in a cheery tone
before his face turned into a snarl in reply. “You never should
have made Anakin your target. I would never have noticed if it wasn’t
for that, but you made that boy play with loaded dices in a rigged
game and I caught wind of it, I felt the weight of those dices.” He
grinned savagely when Palpatine tried to reach for him only to jerk
back, lighting flickering at his fingertips. “Careful, the dark
side makes the poison flow quicker.” Obi-Wan huffed.

“A roses with thorns.” Palpatine snarled at him, hand pressed to
his chest.

Obi-Wan stood, staring coldly at him. “I may not be a Jedi, but I
was never toothless. And I was never stupid.” He smirked before
bowing casually. “A very pleasant meeting, I’ll try to convince
Anakin to come meet you again.” Obi-Wan added before turning
deliberately and giving the man his back.

Inwardly he started counting, listened to the chair being pushed
back, the wheeze of breath with the crackle of Force lighting
sputtering out as he reached the door and stepped out before turning
as there was a loud thump and the crash of pottery which startled the
secretary and guards, all whirling towards Obi-Wan who also whirled
around to look back into the office, a look of 
startlement

on his face.

“Chancellor!”

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Standing in front of the council with a
confused expression on his face, Obi-Wan glanced between them before
tilting his head curiously as they watched him in return with strict
faces. Well, everyone but Yoda, the man almost looked like he was
sleeping in his chair.

“Has something happened Masters,
since you have summoned me?” He finally asked quietly to try and
spur them on. “I have a lot of work to get through and I’m a bit
slow at the moment since my wrist is sprained.”

Mace let out a deep sigh. “Go to the
healers Kenobi. But yes, there is a reason you’re here. What did
you say to Skywalker that has made him this volatile?” The korun
pinned him with a harsh look. “And don’t pretend it wasn’t you,
all reports lead to you and Skywalker is refusing to answer the
question, citing health reasons which the healers are backing up and
told us to speak to you if we absolutely had to know.” His gaze was
still pinned on Obi-Wan. “And if it wasn’t for the healers
actually backing him up and telling us we might make him worse, we
would be interrogating Skywalker, believe me. So if you value him,
you will tell us what has happened.”

Blinking a bit, Obi-Wan bit his bottom
lip before sighing. “You have Anakin’s permission to hear it?”
He asked, breathing out heavily when the entire council nodded.
“Alright… it started when I noticed certain peculiarities in
Anakin’s relationship with the Chancellor. It made me… suspicious
and nervous which had me checking up on what I suspected which lead
me to giving Anakin the papers on what I suspected. His… reaction
confirmed what I thought.”

“Kenobi, stop evading the real issue
and tell us what is wrong with Skywalker.” Piell grunted out,
frowning heavily with his ears twitching.

“The chancellor has been gaslighting
Anakin since he was a child.”

The words rung out to complete silence,
each master’s gaze now trained on him with an intensity that
Obi-Wan should find disturbing but at the moment welcomed as his
friend needed help.

Anakin needed help and understanding.

And protection by those above him.

“He…” Mace sat back, scrubbing
his hand over his face, eyes slowly widening up. “Oh kark…”

“Do you have proof?” Depa
questioned quietly, staring at him.

“None except for what Anakin
remembers and his reaction to the symptoms of someone being
gaslighted. And I don’t think I need anymore than that honestly
because emotional as he is, Anakin isn’t someone to be upset by
nothing.” Obi-Wan shrugged slightly, peering at them. “Which
means that the Chancellor has tried to gain control of a Jedi knight
for a very long time for his own needs and desires, whatever those
may be.”

There was a rushed exchange of mental
conversations, glances, head shakes, nods or hand gestures.

Obi-Wan couldn’t keep up with it all
but it was clear the council was in a furious conversation of their
own because of this conversation.

“Plus.” He cleared his throat,
quieting the council’s mental conversation and regaining their
attention. “The healers wouldn’t be putting up a fuss either if
they hadn’t found something.”

And once more a mental conversation,
but this one more thoughtful and slower.

He could see each master one by one
settling.

“This is… disturbing news.”
Ka-Adi murmured, rubbing his chin.

“Very. The Chancellor has been
Skywalker’s… confidant for a very long time.” Plo rumbled out,
hands folded as he leaned his elbows on his knees. “The damage he
may have done… and for what purpose?”

Once more they all went quiet before
Yoda hummed. “Dismissed you are Master Kenobi, do as Mace says you
should, go to the healers for your wrist. Be in pain you need not.”

Obi-Wan bowed then hesitated, peering
at them. “What will happen to Anakin? And the Chancellor?”

There was a deep sigh from his left,
Shaak leaning forward in her holo. “The chancellor we can not do
much about. Not without proof that would convince a court. But Knight
Skywalker we can help, limit the time he needs to spend with the
chancellor, we can send him to the healers and we can put him in
company of those he considers friends to ease his feelings of
betrayal.” She smiled at him.

Obi-Wan bowed again, understanding he
was dismissed and turning.

The moment the door closed behind him,
his face fell from the blank look to a disturbed frown before he
glanced out one of the windows towards the Rotunda. ‘Nothing to do?
We’ll see about that, Jedi might need to follow the rules… but
I’m no Jedi, all I need is one shot.’ He walked to the elevator.

One shot.

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Standing in front of the council with a
confused expression on his face, Obi-Wan glanced between them before
tilting his head curiously as they watched him in return with strict
faces. Well, everyone but Yoda, the man almost looked like he was
sleeping in his chair.

“Has something happened Masters,
since you have summoned me?” He finally asked quietly to try and
spur them on. “I have a lot of work to get through and I’m a bit
slow at the moment since my wrist is sprained.”

Mace let out a deep sigh. “Go to the
healers Kenobi. But yes, there is a reason you’re here. What did
you say to Skywalker that has made him this volatile?” The korun
pinned him with a harsh look. “And don’t pretend it wasn’t you,
all reports lead to you and Skywalker is refusing to answer the
question, citing health reasons which the healers are backing up and
told us to speak to you if we absolutely had to know.” His gaze was
still pinned on Obi-Wan. “And if it wasn’t for the healers
actually backing him up and telling us we might make him worse, we
would be interrogating Skywalker, believe me. So if you value him,
you will tell us what has happened.”

Blinking a bit, Obi-Wan bit his bottom
lip before sighing. “You have Anakin’s permission to hear it?”
He asked, breathing out heavily when the entire council nodded.
“Alright… it started when I noticed certain peculiarities in
Anakin’s relationship with the Chancellor. It made me… suspicious
and nervous which had me checking up on what I suspected which lead
me to giving Anakin the papers on what I suspected. His… reaction
confirmed what I thought.”

“Kenobi, stop evading the real issue
and tell us what is wrong with Skywalker.” Piell grunted out,
frowning heavily with his ears twitching.

“The chancellor has been gaslighting
Anakin since he was a child.”

The words rung out to complete silence,
each master’s gaze now trained on him with an intensity that
Obi-Wan should find disturbing but at the moment welcomed as his
friend needed help.

Anakin needed help and understanding.

And protection by those above him.

“He…” Mace sat back, scrubbing
his hand over his face, eyes slowly widening up. “Oh kark…”

“Do you have proof?” Depa
questioned quietly, staring at him.

“None except for what Anakin
remembers and his reaction to the symptoms of someone being
gaslighted. And I don’t think I need anymore than that honestly
because emotional as he is, Anakin isn’t someone to be upset by
nothing.” Obi-Wan shrugged slightly, peering at them. “Which
means that the Chancellor has tried to gain control of a Jedi knight
for a very long time for his own needs and desires, whatever those
may be.”

There was a rushed exchange of mental
conversations, glances, head shakes, nods or hand gestures.

Obi-Wan couldn’t keep up with it all
but it was clear the council was in a furious conversation of their
own because of this conversation.

“Plus.” He cleared his throat,
quieting the council’s mental conversation and regaining their
attention. “The healers wouldn’t be putting up a fuss either if
they hadn’t found something.”

And once more a mental conversation,
but this one more thoughtful and slower.

He could see each master one by one
settling.

“This is… disturbing news.”
Ka-Adi murmured, rubbing his chin.

“Very. The Chancellor has been
Skywalker’s… confidant for a very long time.” Plo rumbled out,
hands folded as he leaned his elbows on his knees. “The damage he
may have done… and for what purpose?”

Once more they all went quiet before
Yoda hummed. “Dismissed you are Master Kenobi, do as Mace says you
should, go to the healers for your wrist. Be in pain you need not.”

Obi-Wan bowed then hesitated, peering
at them. “What will happen to Anakin? And the Chancellor?”

There was a deep sigh from his left,
Shaak leaning forward in her holo. “The chancellor we can not do
much about. Not without proof that would convince a court. But Knight
Skywalker we can help, limit the time he needs to spend with the
chancellor, we can send him to the healers and we can put him in
company of those he considers friends to ease his feelings of
betrayal.” She smiled at him.

Obi-Wan bowed again, understanding he
was dismissed and turning.

The moment the door closed behind him,
his face fell from the blank look to a disturbed frown before he
glanced out one of the windows towards the Rotunda. ‘Nothing to do?
We’ll see about that, Jedi might need to follow the rules… but
I’m no Jedi, all I need is one shot.’ He walked to the elevator.

One shot.