Anakin

I absolutely love your dimension jumping Obi-Wan! Could you maybe write a continuation where Obi-Wan lets slip he was a councilor in his own universe? For some reasons I always found Qui-Gon being shocked about it completely hilarious XD

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“…If
I didn’t know better…I’d say I was resting on my lumpy couch in the
temple.” Obi-Wan murmured, effectively silencing the room. “But I
do know better.” He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, finding
half the room filled with council members, Anakin and Qui-Gon. He
gingerly sat up and rubbed his face.

“I
apologize, I had no idea I would…I haven’t had a panic attack like
that in almost a long while.” He pressed his lips together.

“That
is fine…master Kenobi.” Mace settled on, fingers stapled together
as he watched the other from the second couch, Yoda and Adi Gallia on
each side of him. “We are more disturbed by the image you…”

“Broadcasted?”
Obi-Wan suggested dryly before making a low, surprised noise as
Anakin held out a cup of tea for him. The redhead gave him a long
look before accepting it, noting how different this Anakin felt to
the one he had raised.

‘I
guess Qui-Gon must have handled being a father figure better then I
did.’ He smiled up at the blond before taking a small sip. ‘And a
better master.’

“Please,
call me Obi-Wan, if for nothing else then my own comfort.” He
added, looking to the Haruun.

“Its
strange to see you like this.” Adi jumped in. “We all were there
at your…this galaxy’s I mean, pyre.”

“I
can only imagine its as strange for you all to see me as it is for me
to see all of you alive. And younger. I can only assume that you are
at the very beginning of the clone wars?” He looked at them all.

“Indeed.
Started four months ago it did. Longer it went on for you?”

“Three
years of continued battles, of death and pain until the temple was
laid to waste by the sith lord.” Obi-Wan sighed. Yoda’s ears rose
in surprise and his gaze sharpened. “Know you do, the identity of
the sith?”

“Know
I do.” Obi-Wan mimicked before giving Yoda a long look as the
council murmured among themselves. “And I’ll tell you if you can
keep your lighstaber in your belt and not run of on some insane one
man war, he’s powerful and killing him in cold blood will only bring
the public down on the Jedi.”

“Talk
to me as you are you should not, great grandpadawan as you are.”
Yoda huffed though there was a glimmer wetness in his eyes, as if
this was something he had wanted and missed.

“No
but as a fellow councilor I can.” Obi-Wan shot back.

Qui-Gon
promptly choked on his tea and spat it out at Eeth Koth, who leaned
back with a yelp, shock pinging through the Force.

Obi-Wan
just threw his head back, a laugh bubbling out through his lips as if
it came from the very bottom of his soul. “Oh I always wanted to
see your reaction to THAT!” He grinned, sipping his cup.

“…I
get the feeling you may have been worse on the high council then actually
having Qui-Gon on it.” Mace grumbled, his very Force aura emitting
his amusement that he couldn’t quite put a lid on.

“Only
a bit. Though I got on the council during the clone wars.” He
looked down, frowning a bit. “I never really got to see how it
functioned outside the war I will admit.” He sighed. “But back to
the Sith…” He hesitated and looked up at Anakin then to Yoda
before returning his eyes to the young knight. “How close are you
to the Supreme Councellor, Palpatine knight Skywalker?” He asked
cautiously.

“I-Palpatine?
He sometimes invites me to his office for talks? I’m usually to busy
though.” Anakin was obviously surprised at the question. “…Wait,
do you mean that-no, I mean he’s not a null that’s for sure but a
sith?”

“Hard
to see the Dark side is.” Obi-Wan murmured softly, his voice
ominous. “He’s had years to twist the Force on Coruscant. Years to
hide. I don’t know everything but I knew the end for my galaxy. And
there is another thing. The clones…in my galaxy they turned on us
too. One moment everything was fine, the next…there was no warning.
And until that moment, until…order 66 went out, they had never been
a danger towards us.” Obi-Wan stared at everyone.

“…This…this
is a lot to take in.” Ki-Adi-Mundi murmured. “If this holds true
for our galaxy…”

“I
don’t know. I can’t be sure. I do know that until that moment where I
was shot down by my own troops, nothing had been wrong, they weren’t
dangerous to Jedi’s or malicious by nature.” Obi-Wan sighed. “I
think there must have been some sort of compulsion, something that
changed within them.” He shrugged.

“…Your
own troops shot you down?” Qui-Gon had latched onto that.

“Yes.
I barely survived the fall but I managed to make my way to Coruscant
and the temple to meet up with Yoda. And that was the last Jedi I
saw. And the last time I saw the temple.” Obi-Wan stared at his
cup. “…I won’t say I’m healthy. I will accept the councils
decision if it tells me I need to go to the mindhealers, especially
considering what happened up there in the council chamber.”

“Good
for you this universe will be, war we are in but calmer it is here,
run you ragged we will not.” Yoda murmured. “Mindhealer I insist
you go to if for nothing else then my peace of mind.”

“And
mine Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon added.

“But
as it is, you’ll need somewhere to stay from now on.” Even Piell
offered.

“If
I may be so bold, perhaps Obi-Wan would like to stay with me. I do
still have Anakin’s former padawan rooms and perhaps it would be wise
not to be alone just yet?” Qui-Gon looked at Obi-Wan and the
redhead thought that over. “I…that would actually be good. Not
being alone.” He mused before looking at Anakin.

“Hey,
you’re welcome to them.” Anakin gave a carefree grin. “I got my
own place once I was knighted., just down the hall actually.” He
crossed his arms over his chest. “Its clean as far as I know.” He
nodded to the room Obi-Wan knew was the padawan rooms. “If you
don’t mind the lack of space…”

“A
nice bed, a place to call my own and safety is all I need. I know
what its like to be alone in the galaxy.” Obi-Wan smiled at him.
“Very alone. It will nice to not be alone anymore.”

Obi Wan teaching initiates with Anakin in the group . Everithing that could go wrong for Ani goes wrong . Plese :) ( I dont know if this is how you request but it’s what Ive got …. )

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The
start of the day hadn’t been to bad. Sure, the breakfast had been a
bit soggy and there was no blue milk left but that’s what they got
for not replenishing the cooler in their quarters as master Obi-Wan
said.

It had
gone downhill from there though. One of the other initiates had
spilled eggs on him, so he had to run of to their quarters to change.
He had therefor been late to meditation class and had interrupted
everyone, leaving quite a few grumpy looking faces leaving the class
later that day.

Someone
had stolen his homework for his history lesson.

He had
gotten lost four times trying to find the right lightsaber salle and
had come late for it too but had managed to at least sit quietly and
listen.

And
then came the etiquette class with his master and the other
initiates. What DIDN’T go wrong?

“Oh
Anakin…” Master Obi-Wan carefully knelt in front of his padawan,
ignoring the way the initiates were sniggering as they left the room,
carefully examining the burns on the others hand. “I’m sorry
padawan of mine. That was not suppose to happen.” Obi-Wan murmured,
untucking a jar from his belt and unscrewing it to get the bacta
cream out.

Anakin
sniffled quietly, shoulders hunched and trembling as he stared at the
red welts on his hand. “I-I don’t even know…how it…”

“When
you’re unaware of how much power you have…well sometimes accidents
happen.” Obi-Wan murmured calmly, carefully applying the cream and
bandaging the small hand. “Its alright, I know you’re trying your
very best padawan of mine.” The knight settled on, holding the
injured hand between his palms.

“…Why
do you have medical supplies on you?” Anakin changed the subject as
best he could. Which was to say badly.

“Because
I’m terribly clumsy padawan of mine. And sometimes being prepared is
better. Like now.” He gently rubbed Anakin’s uninjured wrist before
hesitating. Then he opened his arms to the other, silently offering
up a hug.

The
blond stared at him for a few seconds before throwing his arms around
the other and burying his face in the others shoulder, hiccuping a
bit. “Today has been awful.” He whispered, hiccuping more.

“I
can tell. I’m sorry. How about we got out to Dex for dinner?”
Obi-Wan murmured, standing slowly with his padawan clinging to him,
settling the boy against his hip.

“…Can
I try that icecream thing we saw last time?”

“Sure,
but you’re not eating a whole split alone Anakin, you’re sharing with
me.”

“Okay.”

well, continuing with your latest piece about Feemor asking Xani on a date, how about all four of Qui-Gon’s «behaved» padawans fussing over him because he was a hard-headed old man who never liked to stay still and leave his broken leg in peace.

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“Qui-Gon,
I can take that for you.” Feemor hurriedly moved to the older man
side to take the pot of tea from him, giving him a quick smile as the
other gave him a sour look. “You can’t carry it around on crutches
you know.”

“I
am FINE Feemor, its a clean break, it will heal we-Anakin I can carry
that!” The blond zipped past with two packs of cookies for the
table.

“Obi
told me to take it!”

“Obi-Wa-”

“Qui-Gon
please, if anything let us help you out while we’re here.” Obi-Wan
offered as he moved past with a tray of scones, jams, cheese, a small
cream mug and a bowl of sugar cubes. “We came to see you since you
were adamant we didn’t need to visit you at the hospital.”

“I
was only there for two days!” The old man groused before getting
guided to the couch by Xanatos. “Only for them to evaluate, put on
the cast and observe me overnight!” He huffed.

“And
we’re very thankful they did it. And as it is I took care of your
medical bill.” Xanatos drawled, settling down next to Feemor.

“Xanatos!”

“Offworld
mining corporation is in high profits and I can indulge in my
personal funds a bit.” He shrugged then reached for one of the
plates and a scone.

“Oh
good, I was wondering about the bills.” Obi-Wan offered brightly as
he settled down the caf pot and then taking his seat beside Qui-Gon.
Anakin just clambered into Obi-Wan’s lap, beaming happily.

“I’m
not a invalid and I have my own funds thank you very much.” Qui-Gon
glared at Feemor when the man handed him a plate of scones and
cookies.

“We
know, but we worry about you.” Xanatos drawled carefully as he got
a cup of caf ready for himself, preferring it to tea.

“We
might be your collection of strays as they say along with your plants
and occasional actual street stray. But you’re our stray too
Qui-Gon.” Feemor smiled, leaning a bit against Xanatos side.

“…Ugh,
I’m never going to hear the end of this from Yoda.”

“Considering
you tripped over Yoda and fell down the stairs at work and that’s how
you broke your leg, you shouldn’t get to hear the end of it.”

“Obi-Wan…I
still have the soap I used to wash your mouth out with.”

“Eeep!”

Oh please please please continue your dimension jumping Obi-Wan shot? With Qui-Gon and perhaps the council?

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“…I’ll
have to thank Kix, I imagine he was the one who taped the cover over
the drip?” A soft voice croaked and Qui-Gon almost dropped his
datapad from exhausted surprise, looking into drowsy green eyes.

“You’re
awake.” He said needlessly before putting the pad aside and sitting
up more in his chair. “Yes, Kix did. I…” Qui-Gon wasn’t sure
what to say to this man.

This
man who knew him. Who looked like a adult version of his padawan. Who
was currently being treated for dehydration and sunburns, showing
mental strains Qui-Gon had only seen in hard-weathered veterans until
the Clone wars had begun.

“Its
alright, this is a very strange situation.” Obi-Wan hummed then
licked his lips. “…There wouldn’t be anything to drink would
there? I know the drip is doing some of the work and I can smell
bacta but some water would be nice.” He looked up at Qui-Gon with
those pretty green eyes and Qui-Gon smiled at the familiarity of it.
“Of course Obi-Wan, I’m afraid it will only be a little bit, Kix
claims you will need time to adjust to it so not to make yourself
sick.”

He got
up and fetched cup with a straw in it that he put on the table beside
the bed, carefully helping Obi-Wan sit up by levering the bed.

“Do
you feel well enough to hold the cup?” He murmured, watching the
redhead honestly think it over before shaking his head. “Alright,
here.” The Jedi master held the straw to Obi-Wan’s lips, watching
him carefully suck the water down until it was gone.

“Thank
you.” The older man was gratified to hear Obi-Wan’s voice sounded
stronger.

“Always
Obi-Wan. I…can call you Obi-Wan can’t I?”

“As
long as I can call you Qui-Gon.” The copper haired master chuckled,
hands resting in his lap. “I imagine you’ve informed the council
about me?”

“Yes,
once Kix had you suited here I took contact with them. I was…unsure
of how to proceed.” He hesitated.

“Hmm,
I can imagine, its not often a dimension traveler drops in
unannounced, especially not escorted by sith magic.” The younger
one snorted. “Honestly, what was that man thinking.
Ancient sith magic from bygone ages, he could have brought anything
to this galaxy, a ancient
horror from the wild spaces, a black hole, a deathly sith bent on
galaxy destruction or even a unstable Jedi…or a fruit stand for all
he knew.”

“Dooku
always enjoyed experiments.”

“Well
so do I but I know about taking safety precautions. And my
experiments only ever endangered me, unlike the strays you insisted
on taking in. Honestly that nexus cub you brought to the temple…”

Qui-Gon
felt as if his heart could burst. But he reigned it in with all the
stoic Jedi calm he could, only giving Obi-Wan a bland smile. “Live
in the moment Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan
snorted then focused on him. “…I noticed your reaction to me, I
would assume this means I’m not…among the living here anymore.”

The
older man sighed then shook his head. “No. You…perhaps you went
to Naboo?”

“…Ah,
we traded places then. In my world, you died. I was knighted after
killing the sith apprentice and Yoda severed my braid. In this
dimension I died…and so the net sprawled on without me,
fascinating.” Obi-Wan mused.

“Not
exactly what I would have called the occasion.” Qui-Gon forced a
lightness to his words only to get a brittle smile from the redhead.
“No, not what I would really call it either when you died…I was
very lost. A fresh knight with a ten year old padawan and no where to
turn to when I didn’t know what to do.” He chuckled quietly.

“…I
left you with Anakin then.” Qui-Gon sighed.

“Indeed.
I imagine the council wants to meet me?”

“We
are going to Coruscant, the ship moving in hyperspace as we speak.
Yoda was…instant that we come straight to them.”

“I
was always fond of the old troll…it would be nice to see him…its
also nice to see you Qui-Gon, its been…many years since I saw you.”

“How
many, how old are you Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon had tried to determined
that himself but it was not easy despite the start of grey in the
others hair.

“Thirty
nine. I aged well.” He teased the older man. “But then again, so
did you. You don’t look much older then last time I saw you despite
at least ten years having passed.”

“I
come from a long lived race, you know that Obi-Wan.” He chuckled
tiredly and leaned on the bed a bit, smiling softly at the memories
their conversation provoked. Soft memories from a bygone age that his
padawan and he had shared.

“…You’re
not really my Obi-Wan.” He sighed.

“And
you’re not my Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan smiled. “But we are someones
Obi-Wan and someones Qui-Gon, so we could try to be friends at
least.”

“Friends…I
like the sound of that.” Qui-Gon sat up and offered his hand to the
other. “Qui-Gon Jinn, Master Jedi.”

“Obi-Wan
Kenobi at your service, also a Jedi Master.” Obi-Wan grasped the
hand, grinning softly as he held onto that large hand. “A pleasure
to meet you.”

“The
pleasure is all mine.” The tall man chuckled, squeezing that hand
in his own.

The
Force seemed to hum in pleasure around them and for the first time in
what felt like years, Obi-Wan felt honest to Force safe.

()()()

“You
know. I haven’t been back here since every Jedi in my own galaxy were
brutally murdered.” Obi-Wan said almost casually as the stood on
the steps of the Jedi temple, staring up at it with his shields
raised as high as he could.

Qui-Gon
froze at the reference to Obi-Wan’s own dark galaxy and looked slowly
at the almost to casual looking Jedi Master behind him.

“I
found bodies all over the temple. All ages, initiates, padawans,
knights, masters…even the corps members. Youngest to oldest,
slaughtered in our own home.” Obi-Wan’s voice faded away and he
looked down, a tremble going through his shoulders.

It
wasn’t even a conscious thought as Qui-Gon stripped his robe of and
wrapped it around the copper haired man, Anakin watching them from
the top of the stairs. He rubbed at the others upper arms. “Deep
breath Obi-Wan, release what you can into the Force…this must be
difficult, I can’t even begin to understand how difficult it must
feel. But I’m here and every other Jedi in the galaxy is here.
Just…reach out.” Qui-Gon murmured.

The
green eyed man looked up at him with a distant, almost lost
expression on his face then did as told, reaching out to all those
brilliant lights out there, eyes closing as he felt them, there
…alive …brilliant points in the Force.

“…I
haven’t felt another Jedi like this in so long…I’d forgotten what
home felt like.” He whispered to Qui-Gon.

“If
you need to lean on me, do it. You deserve even a small break.” The
ramifications were hitting Qui-Gon full force. A Obi-Wan Kenobi from
a different dimension where the Jedi order had been murdered in their
own home, oldest to youngest. Force, what had happened to the very
youngest of their order, the toddlers and babes?

He
didn’t dare to entertain that thought to long as he slowly guided
Obi-Wan after him up the stairs and into the temple, feeling the
other clench his hand into Qui-Gon’s arm often as he did, his hands
hidden by Qui-Gon’s larger robe with the sleeves covering them up.
Obi-Wan even lifted the hood to hide, his expression pale as he took
in people and places and through the mans impressive shields, Qui-Gon
sometimes caught the pain the other was barely keeping in and
releasing.

Anakin
kept shooting the man looks too, his brows furrowed as he was
obviously catching onto what the other Jedi was doing. Then again,
Anakin was a supernova in the Force. It had taken Qui-Gon years to
teach Anakin the same kind of finesse with the Force that he had
managed to teach padawan Obi-Wan, Anakin’s own powers and his
upbringing being a additional hurdle, not to mention Qui-Gon’s
overpowering grief at the time.

Sometimes
the only reason he got out of bed those first few years was Anakin
and then the mindhealers he had finally sucked up and visited.

‘Should
have done that way before I even meet Anakin.’ Qui-Gon thought
ruefully before squeezing Obi-Wan’s hand and settling into a lift
with the two. “How are you holding up?” He murmured quietly, his
voice a soothing rumble.

“…I
keep seeing corpses on the ground one moment and then remembering I’m
not in my own dimension anymore. Does that answer you?”

“In
a way. It does tell me you might need the mindhealers as much as I
did.”

“You
went to the mindhealers?” Obi-Wan looked up, his stoic face falling
away to shock. “I tried so hard to convince you in my own dimension
that you needed to go to one.”

“Yes,
yes you did…and I went after your death. I was…very lackluster.”
Qui-Gon sighed.

“What
he means is he was very depressed and I think the only reason he
sometimes got out of bed to eat breakfast was because I was there.”
Anakin piped in ‘helpfully.’

“…Yes
that.” Qui-Gon grumbled then looked back to Obi-Wan when the other
squeezed his arm.

“I’m
glad you finally went. Master Yoda said you should have gone there
way before I became your padawan even. I’m glad there is a version
that exist that did.” He gave the other a careful smile, corner of
his lips curling up.

Qui-Gon
returned the smile.

Of
course they couldn’t remain in the lift forever and made their way to
the council chambers, Obi-Wan growing tenser for every moment as his
breathing speed up and when the doors finally opened, Obi-Wan’s
shields wobbled as a
image leaked through the until now durasteel tight shields.

This
chambers, yet not it, full of little bodies of all races on the
floor, unseeing little eyes of initiates as Yoda knelt by one.

Qui-Gon
cursed in Huttnese as he felt the other gasp for breath, ignoring the
roll of confusion and horror flickering through Force, grabbing the
other my the shoulders. “Obi-Wan breath.”
He demanded as Anakin leaned against the doors of the chamber, face
pale and eyes wide in horrified surprise.

“Can’t…can’t…”
Obi-Wan wheezed and glanced up at Qui-Gon, a glazed look entering his
eyes as his knees started to buckle, his shields going ever more
chaotic, glimpses of war and pain and death
escaping him as he started to broadcast.

“Then
sleep.”
Qui-Gon wove the Force compulsion into his words and caught Obi-Wan
as the mans eyes rolled into the back of his head, not offering even
a token protest as he collapsed against Qui-Gon’s larger bulk.

There
was a stunned silence as Qui-Gon held him, everyone trying to absorb
what had happened.

“Not
the best place to meet our new guest this would appear to be.” Yoda
stood slowly from his chair, hobbling over to them to peer up at
Qui-Gon. “Much this Obi-Wan Kenobi has experience.” The green
Jedi looked to the council room, eyes on the floor. “Much he has
seen. Pain he has gone through. Perhaps to your quarters a safer
place would be.” The Grandmaster looked up at Qui-Gon as Depa was
talking softly to Anakin, carefully coaxing the young knight to stand
upright despite not looking much better herself.

“I…Yes.
I’m…starting to realize just how bad the war got for him.”
Qui-Gon tightened his grasp around the other man. “…He’s going to
need a lot of help.”

“Usually
so, for war veterans.”

Okay a bit long but how about a dimension where Obi-Wan died instead of Qui-Gon with Obi-Wan from the normal verse brought over to that one. To Qui-Gon and Anakin and everyone else?

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It was
a brittle smile he sent Anakin, he knew that even as he walked
further into the old sith temple that reports had placed Dooku at
several time the last month. “Commander Cody, please set up a
perimeter and make sure everyone keeps radio contact, despite
ancient, the dark side tends to…linger.”

“Yes
General Jinn sir.” The commander quickly turned to the troops as
Anakin slid to Qui-Gon’s side, looking around. “What do you suppose
he’s doing here? I mean…I know its a sith temple and all but…the
force doesn’t feel purely malicious…” He frowned.

“I
know Anakin, but that’s why we have to be on guard. Whatever is here
was important enough for Dooku himself to go instead of sending his
apprentice. We have to be cautious at the very least, if only because
of Dooku himself.”

“…Are
you alright Master?” The young knight murmured quietly.

“…Not
really. But I’ll survive, I just…I always knew I’d eventually have
to see him. I just didn’t expect…” He sighed then smiled the same
brittle smile as earlier. “Having Xanatos fall and then failing
Obi-Wan as I did, I had hoped for support from Dooku, instead this is
what happens.”

“You
didn’t fail Obi-Wan master, Maul…” Anakin sobered up and touched
Qui-Gon’s elbow carefully. “Maul killed him while you two were cut
of from each other. Obi-Wan was a good with his lightsaber, a lot of
the holos I saw when I was younger proved that but…with sprained
ankle…”

“…Lets
focus on the here and now Anakin. And let Obi-Wan’s ghost rest.”
Qui-Gon clapped the other carefully on the shoulder, smiling a bit
more at his former padawans assurance. ‘Obi-Wan would have been proud
to call you a brother I think.’

()()()()

“You
know, it would be simpler if you just give in and tell me what I want
to know.” Dooku’s cultured voice rung through the otherwise empty
halls, startling not only Qui-Gon but the clones behind him. Anakin
just narrowed his eyes, having felt the man but there was something
else, something lighter, almost golden in the Force, familiar yet
not.

“I’m
sure Darth Tyranus, and it would also be simpler to let me sit
instead of having me floating around in a stasis field, but alas,
neither of us are getting what we want today.” A male voice with a
high
Coruscanti accent piped up.

Qui-Gon
almost dropped his lightsaber in shock, recognizing the albeit older voice. ‘What
in Starbirds name is going on?’ He stepped forward slowly.

“I
told Sidious that this would not be in vain. I did not expect a Jedi
to appear though.”

“No
you expected a powerful sith didn’t you.” There was a low snort.
“I’m all for experimentation grandmaster but really, ancient
unknown sith magic
that hasn’t been seen in millenniums? Really, you have to draw the
line somewhere.”

“Grandmaster?”
Anakin whispered in confusion and looked at Qui-Gon’s pale face.

“Obi-Wan?”
He whispered and stepped around the corner to look into the large
room Dooku and a troop of droids were in, storm eyes growing wide.

It was
Obi-Wan, a much older Obi-Wan, arms crossed over his chest, a auburn
beard and long hair with the faint traces of grey in them at the
temples. The tunic and boots looked like they could have fared better
but he was there, alive, breathing as he held up in a stasis trap
that must have been set up by Dooku and his droids. But still
uninjured even.

And
sporting the most unimpressed expression Qui-Gon had ever had the
pleasure of seeing towards Dooku ever.

“I
mean, honestly, did you dig some old sith scroll out of some ruin and
decide that the game changer in it would most certainly be a sith?”
The copper haired male snorted in amusement.

“Would
you be silent?”

“I
would but you forgot to gag me.” Obi-Wan offered dryly. “Instead
you have me hanging around like a ham. Good job. I’d applaud you but
that would require being able to move my hands.”

Dooku
ran a hand over his face. “You vex me. I was certain the scroll
talked about darkness.”

“Touched
BY darkness more likely. I survived the massacre of the Jedi order in
my own dimension. If nothing else, I’m certainly touched by darkness
though I have not fallen to it.” Obi-Wan grumbled. “I do like
what you’ve done to your hair here though, how’d you get them to come
out of your nostrils like that?” He smirked.

Dooku
snarled at him and started to pace.

Obi-Wan
continued smirking until he caught sight of Qui-Gon, his face falling
into shock for a few seconds before quickly arranging his face back.
“Tell me Dooku, what’s tall, blue and likes strays?” He chuckled
at his own joke.

“Wha-”
Dooku’s blade barely came up in time when Qui-Gon pounced, the older
master falling into the makashi. Anakin joined in quickly while the
clones took up position. “Qui-Gon! And young Skywalker, what
a…pleasant surprise.” He snapped, anger and maliciousness coating
his words.

“He
means that sarcastically.” Obi-Wan called out from the stasis then
he snorted. “I’d give you a nasty look Dooku but you already got
one going I see.” He yelped as a clone knocked into a control panel
and started twirling him around. “This is not a merry go around and
I am not merry!”

For
all their efforts, Dooku escaped into the temple and got away from
Qui-Gon and Anakin, though the clones took out all the droids quite
effectively.

“Commander
Cody, get that stasis shut down.” Qui-Gon called out while moving
towards Obi-Wan, catching the other man before he could fall fully
when the stasis field shut down fully.

‘Warm…he’s
warm…and alive.’ He took a heavy breath, both from exertion and
shock as he stared down at the copper head until it moved and stared
back up at him, green eyes glittering in the low light.

“…Hi.”
Qui-Gon murmured, carefully cupping the bearded cheek and smiling
when Obi-Wan stayed right there, feeling the beard against his palm.
A adult, grown, developed Obi-Wan who had the time to flurish and
become a knight and even a master from the looks of it.

“Hi
Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan murmured back before flopping against him again,
forehead against the others chest. “Excuse me, I’d love to talk
but…I think I’m going to pass out now…I’m…very dehydrated.”
He went limp.

Qui-Gon
made a low noise in his throat then picked the other up. “Kix!”