Nodding
to Depa, Obi-Wan smiled at his padawan sister before turning to his
master, waiting for the door to shut behind him as Mace continued
slowly sipping his tea, not looking away from the window he had been
peering out of, sitting in his bantha hide recliner instead of on the
couch much to Obi-Wan’s relief since there was no table in front of
the recliner.

Finally
the door shut and Obi-Wan locked it behind him before crossing the
master’s quarters as Mace looked at him, a wry smile crossing the
thin lips before Mace patted his lap.

Sinking
down on his knees, Obi-Wan settled his head in the others lap with a
soft noise, smelling musky incense and clean detergent, feeling
tenseness just slide off his shoulders as a warm hand settled in his
hair, gently petting.

Mace
said nothing, let Obi-Wan relax as he petted steadily until he judged
the time right. “Ahsoka was by earlier, told me you were having
visions and nightmares.” The man murmured in a deep tone.

“She’s
a tattletale.” Obi-Wan murmured without heat, closing his eyes as
Mace thumb soothed over his temple.

Humming
a bit, Mace set down his cup with a little click in the windowsill,
settling both hands into his hair to scratch Obi-Wan’s scalp
gently. “She’s a padawan, she worried about you as is the duty of
all padawans and masters… including former ones.” Mace chided
lightly.

Obi-Wan
huffed lightly and just continued to draw comfort from the blunt
fingertips and scratch of nail the other was using against his scalp
though he would concede if Mace really prompted that it was the duty
of padawans and masters to care and worry about each other regardless
how much time went on.

“Who
would have thought that scrappy little togruta you picked out of the
duel tournament matches would become this sensible, somewhat cocky
young padawan?” Mace teased softly, provoking a soft laugh that
rumbled in Obi-Wan’s chest.

Feeling
better as he smiled into the soft lap, Obi-Wan lifted his head enough
to look at the other as Mace shifted his hands to keep rubbing
lightly through red hair, green eyes focused on his master. “…I
don’t know what to do about my visions, I don’t know how to do it
without most
likely
threading on both the council and Jinn’s toes.” Obi-Wan confessed
quietly.

Pausing,
Mace stared at him before breathing out heavily. “That bad huh?”
He murmured.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan bit his bottom lip before swallowing. “A lot of my visions
ties in with Skywalker… and the Sith hiding out in the galaxy.”

Mace
eyes narrowed.

“He
need’s guidance,” Obi-Wan plowed on. “I don’t think Qui-Gon
is doing enough. Or that someone is tampering with his influence…”
Nervously licking his lips, Obi-Wan stared up at Mace with wide eyes.
“Master Mace, I think the Sith master is manipulating Skywalker.”
He
confessed his deepest fear at the moment.

Looking
at the window, Mace narrowed eyes stared out and Obi-Wan allowed the
man to think as the blunt fingers continued slowly scratching lightly
at his scalp as the man thought it over. He was worried, that
was clear to Obi-Wan and he hoped to Force that the man was worried
about the same thing that he was.

“…Young
Skywalker carries a very heavy burden on his shoulders with the
prophecy hanging on him,” Mace started slowly and Obi-Wan nodded,
feeling nails scratch his scalp a bit harder than usual. “If he
were to turn on us… it could be… catastrophic,
especially with the amount of younglings who look up to him.” Mace
frown deepened so much the lines on his face could have been waves on
the ocean.

Nodding again,
Obi-Wan breathed out heavily as dark eyes focused down on him.

“I
don’t know what you’re going to do Obi-Wan, but you have my
support. You’ve had it since you were twenty five my padawan.”
Mace murmured in assurance, cupping Obi-Wan’s cheeks as he leaned
down and pressed a kiss to Obi-Wan’s forehead.

Wrapping
his arms around the others legs, Obi-Wan clung to his master with a
soft whimper, the unwavering declaration of support easing something
in his heart that Obi-Wan couldn’t help but carry as a remnant of
his time with Qui-Gon.

Mace
was not Qui-Gon, Mace had always listened to Obi-Wan, had tried to do
his best by him instead of stifling the abilities Obi-Wan naturally
carried while also cautioning wisdom.

As
a man with the ability to see shattering points, he knew what to do
for someone who had visions.

He
was doing what Obi-Wan needed to become a knight of renown.