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Oh dear, Sandtrap? It’s too late Savage, Maul IS going to do something stupid, and you are it. Savage gets dropped at the ER, in even WORSE condition than ObiWan was, maybe the word «traitor» knifed across his gut? And has enough time to confess before he goes into a coma(dies?) because Maul is no longer interested in keeping ObiWan alive and Savage had objected? Hmmmm?

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Letting out a soft
noise of pain, Obi-Wan clung to Anakin as the blond lifted him out of
his wheelchair and lifted him.

“Oh, sorry, did I
press on one of your bruises?” Anakin questioned worriedly as he
carefully adjusted his grasp and moved to the tub to slowly settle
the redhead into the warm bath water he had prepared for Obi-Wan,
arms soaking in the bubble bath water.

“Mmmn, no. No I
was just… I think I pulled on the scars on my stomach.” Obi-Wan
breathed out heavily, sighing before smiling at Anakin’s upset face
to assure him that the water was prefect and that he didn’t mind
the other checking on him. “Its alright, it happens. It still all
healing after Oppress… after he…” He let out a shuddering
breath as Obi-Wan remembered the pain Maul had put him through.

Anakin carefully
pressed a tender kiss to a bearded cheek before nodding. “I know. I
know. You’re healing, you’re not okay but you’re healing and
going to become better slowly but steadily.” Anakin said softly
while stroking his cheek before he reached for the little bowl so he
could soak Obi-Wan’s hair with care.

Allowing it with a
little hum, Obi-Wan peered at him with a small smile. “You know, I
can do that myself now. I don’t need someone to help me since I can
clearly lift my hands over my head now without problem.” Obi-Wan
said as the water soaked through his hair and stuck his hair to his
neck and shoulders.

“Oh I know.”
Anakin tapped him on the nose with a finger, setting the bowl down.
“But I like spoiling you. Are you really going to deny me that
chance to pamper you just a bit more before you go back to being your
stubborn self?” The mechanic grinned at him before reaching for the
shampoo as Obi-Wan blushed and turned his face away with a pleasured
smile on his face.

He then closed his
eyes as Anakin started slowly working the soap into the red strands
of hair, massaging the scalp with gentle blunt fingers and scratching
lightly with his nails.

“You might want
to consider cutting your hair unless you intend to go long Obi-Wan,
as it is I’m pretty sure you can put it in a tail at the moment.”
Anakin chuckled softly.

Letting out a soft
hum, Obi-Wan cracked open an eye to glance at him. “And would that
be a bad thing?” He questioned softly.

“Honestly? No.”
Anakin grinned, shaking his head a bit for point to bounce the curls
around. “I mean my own hair is long. I figured I’d mention it
just in case since you seem to prefer it short considering most of
your pictures have you in short hair.” He laughed.

“Oh my, then I
have more pictures to show you.” Obi-Wan replied, chuckling faintly
while closing his eyes again when Anakin picked up the bowl again to
scoop up water to rinse.

“…Does that
imply that there are pictures of you with long hair?” Anakin
questioned in bemusement while rinsing out.

“There are
pictures of me with a mohawk, a mullet and than there was that one
year I had quite the unfortunate choice of doing a permanent wave.”
Obi-Wan laughed as he listened to Anakin move about only to freeze at
those words.

“…You had a
perm?!” Anakin gasped out a laugh, conditioner in hand.

“Oh yes, I had
big hair going on one year. Still can’t believe I was allowed it.
Though to be fair, the next year I shaved the sides of my head and
kept it long on the top.” He sniggered, enjoying the sensation of
his laughing love with his hands in Obi-Wan’s hair.

It felt even better
when Anakin picked up a the soft yellow sponge that he started to
carefully wash Obi-Wan with, muscles turning to mush under the tender
touch.

()()()

A muscled and
yellow zabrak was brought into the ER, the words ‘kin traitor’
carved into his stomach so deeply organs were almost spilling out.
His injuries were deep and his blood loss high but even then he
remained conscious if delirious as he called out at the nurses and
doctors for police, to warn Kenobi

“He’s gone
insane.” The zabrak rasped. “He no longer wants him alive.
Brothers gonna kill him. B-Bo… bo… bom…” Eyes rolled into the
back of the head and the zabrak went into coma.

It was hours later
when the nurse could finally check the mans wallet and the hospital
could call the police.

Giving them the
last words of Savage Oppress before he went into a coma he may never
waken from.

Oh dear, Sandtrap? It’s too late Savage, Maul IS going to do something stupid, and you are it. Savage gets dropped at the ER, in even WORSE condition than ObiWan was, maybe the word «traitor» knifed across his gut? And has enough time to confess before he goes into a coma(dies?) because Maul is no longer interested in keeping ObiWan alive and Savage had objected? Hmmmm?

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Letting out a soft
noise of pain, Obi-Wan clung to Anakin as the blond lifted him out of
his wheelchair and lifted him.

“Oh, sorry, did I
press on one of your bruises?” Anakin questioned worriedly as he
carefully adjusted his grasp and moved to the tub to slowly settle
the redhead into the warm bath water he had prepared for Obi-Wan,
arms soaking in the bubble bath water.

“Mmmn, no. No I
was just… I think I pulled on the scars on my stomach.” Obi-Wan
breathed out heavily, sighing before smiling at Anakin’s upset face
to assure him that the water was prefect and that he didn’t mind
the other checking on him. “Its alright, it happens. It still all
healing after Oppress… after he…” He let out a shuddering
breath as Obi-Wan remembered the pain Maul had put him through.

Anakin carefully
pressed a tender kiss to a bearded cheek before nodding. “I know. I
know. You’re healing, you’re not okay but you’re healing and
going to become better slowly but steadily.” Anakin said softly
while stroking his cheek before he reached for the little bowl so he
could soak Obi-Wan’s hair with care.

Allowing it with a
little hum, Obi-Wan peered at him with a small smile. “You know, I
can do that myself now. I don’t need someone to help me since I can
clearly lift my hands over my head now without problem.” Obi-Wan
said as the water soaked through his hair and stuck his hair to his
neck and shoulders.

“Oh I know.”
Anakin tapped him on the nose with a finger, setting the bowl down.
“But I like spoiling you. Are you really going to deny me that
chance to pamper you just a bit more before you go back to being your
stubborn self?” The mechanic grinned at him before reaching for the
shampoo as Obi-Wan blushed and turned his face away with a pleasured
smile on his face.

He then closed his
eyes as Anakin started slowly working the soap into the red strands
of hair, massaging the scalp with gentle blunt fingers and scratching
lightly with his nails.

“You might want
to consider cutting your hair unless you intend to go long Obi-Wan,
as it is I’m pretty sure you can put it in a tail at the moment.”
Anakin chuckled softly.

Letting out a soft
hum, Obi-Wan cracked open an eye to glance at him. “And would that
be a bad thing?” He questioned softly.

“Honestly? No.”
Anakin grinned, shaking his head a bit for point to bounce the curls
around. “I mean my own hair is long. I figured I’d mention it
just in case since you seem to prefer it short considering most of
your pictures have you in short hair.” He laughed.

“Oh my, then I
have more pictures to show you.” Obi-Wan replied, chuckling faintly
while closing his eyes again when Anakin picked up the bowl again to
scoop up water to rinse.

“…Does that
imply that there are pictures of you with long hair?” Anakin
questioned in bemusement while rinsing out.

“There are
pictures of me with a mohawk, a mullet and than there was that one
year I had quite the unfortunate choice of doing a permanent wave.”
Obi-Wan laughed as he listened to Anakin move about only to freeze at
those words.

“…You had a
perm?!” Anakin gasped out a laugh, conditioner in hand.

“Oh yes, I had
big hair going on one year. Still can’t believe I was allowed it.
Though to be fair, the next year I shaved the sides of my head and
kept it long on the top.” He sniggered, enjoying the sensation of
his laughing love with his hands in Obi-Wan’s hair.

It felt even better
when Anakin picked up a the soft yellow sponge that he started to
carefully wash Obi-Wan with, muscles turning to mush under the tender
touch.

()()()

A muscled and
yellow zabrak was brought into the ER, the words ‘kin traitor’
carved into his stomach so deeply organs were almost spilling out.
His injuries were deep and his blood loss high but even then he
remained conscious if delirious as he called out at the nurses and
doctors for police, to warn Kenobi

“He’s gone
insane.” The zabrak rasped. “He no longer wants him alive.
Brothers gonna kill him. B-Bo… bo… bom…” Eyes rolled into the
back of the head and the zabrak went into coma.

It was hours later
when the nurse could finally check the mans wallet and the hospital
could call the police.

Giving them the
last words of Savage Oppress before he went into a coma he may never
waken from.

Sweethoney, reeeaaally? So, how many of the ‘scentless’ Jedi ARE omegas?? And how many of the clones landing in the arena are knocked out of their socks by the sudden scent of omegas in peril?? (If the Force, like Murphy, is a bitch, more than one older implant will be hit?)

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Oh karking sweet
stars above.

Jango can hardly
focus on the Geonosians around them, can hardly shoot straight as he
fights the urge to flip out or gag and throw up, the scent of several
omegas dead around him something he can not and will not
ignore as he huffs and shoots with his back to Obi-Wan’s as much as
he can.

Occasionally
however his back will be to another Jedi and though he wants to raise
hackles, mid-fight is not the time for it as he continues to weave
and dodge and hit true aim on the bugs because there are omega
Jedi in the station that’s been killed.

He can smell a few
alphas too, hear them because regardless if they are scentless, they
can smell their fallen members and it seems an alpha Jedi is
not so different from Jango after all as he spots a human quickly
swipe her hand over the pulse point of an omega in the sand before
snarling loudly and taking the head off one of the Geonosians before
forcefully checking herself.

He reminds himself
of that when he stands there in the tight circles of Jedi that are
doomed, huffing deeply to remind himself he has his mate at his back.
Reminding himself to stay true because he has a mate now even if said
mate is Jedi and Count Dooku’s offer is no longer as tempting as it
once was as Obi-Wan kneels by a Jedi to check on their status.

And then Jango’s
clones enter the battlefield and oh they turn the tide with ferocious
snarls that would freeze the blood in the veins of lesser alphas.

Because they too
can smell.

And they were made
for the Jedi.

They aren’t mated
to any of them but they react just as Jango does, the hind alpha mind
telling them everything they need to know. There are omegas in danger
and some already dead or requiring medical aid.

And they will get
them to safety and get the injured medical aid.

Its kind of a blur
after that Jango has to admit, the presence of too much hormones and
battle haze is usually enough to blur defined actions in the best of
times that does not involve dead omegas but he remembers the feel of
Obi-Wan beside him, Obi-Wan’s arm pressed to his on the gunship,
the weight of the others gaze on him, the search for comfort that is
silently given before Obi-Wan runs off to confront and arrest the
Count.

And then its over
and Obi-Wan is injured and sour smelling and Jango can barely resist
the urge to pull him out of the medbed and into his arms. He resist,
knows better but the urge is there as he carefully slips his hand
over the others cheek and then lets his fingers brush over the bacta
patch on the arm, quite aware of its twin on the others thigh.

Skywalker lays in
the bed beside, quietly watching with an arm missing from elbow and
down and is also sour smelling of distress and pain with the notes of
painkillers beneath that. He’s not the only one, there are many
Jedi laying quietly while half observing Jango and Obi-Wan, some
smell like alphas and some like omegas.

Most smell like
omegas actually.

‘Injured means
not dead though.’ Jango reminds himself. ‘Injured means recovery
can happen for all they are bed laid at the moment.’ He’s not
sure what comes now, he’s not sure where he and Obi-Wan is left
with the Jedi’s rules but for now there are ample of omegas and
alphas and the secret has been broken.

The Order will have
to change.

And Jango will not
let go of Obi-Wan now that he has finally found him.

And from the way
Obi-Wan clings to his hand in return when Jango finally grasps it, he
does not think Obi-Wan wants to let go either.

Sweethoney, reeeaaally? So, how many of the ‘scentless’ Jedi ARE omegas?? And how many of the clones landing in the arena are knocked out of their socks by the sudden scent of omegas in peril?? (If the Force, like Murphy, is a bitch, more than one older implant will be hit?)

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Oh karking sweet
stars above.

Jango can hardly
focus on the Geonosians around them, can hardly shoot straight as he
fights the urge to flip out or gag and throw up, the scent of several
omegas dead around him something he can not and will not
ignore as he huffs and shoots with his back to Obi-Wan’s as much as
he can.

Occasionally
however his back will be to another Jedi and though he wants to raise
hackles, mid-fight is not the time for it as he continues to weave
and dodge and hit true aim on the bugs because there are omega
Jedi in the station that’s been killed.

He can smell a few
alphas too, hear them because regardless if they are scentless, they
can smell their fallen members and it seems an alpha Jedi is
not so different from Jango after all as he spots a human quickly
swipe her hand over the pulse point of an omega in the sand before
snarling loudly and taking the head off one of the Geonosians before
forcefully checking herself.

He reminds himself
of that when he stands there in the tight circles of Jedi that are
doomed, huffing deeply to remind himself he has his mate at his back.
Reminding himself to stay true because he has a mate now even if said
mate is Jedi and Count Dooku’s offer is no longer as tempting as it
once was as Obi-Wan kneels by a Jedi to check on their status.

And then Jango’s
clones enter the battlefield and oh they turn the tide with ferocious
snarls that would freeze the blood in the veins of lesser alphas.

Because they too
can smell.

And they were made
for the Jedi.

They aren’t mated
to any of them but they react just as Jango does, the hind alpha mind
telling them everything they need to know. There are omegas in danger
and some already dead or requiring medical aid.

And they will get
them to safety and get the injured medical aid.

Its kind of a blur
after that Jango has to admit, the presence of too much hormones and
battle haze is usually enough to blur defined actions in the best of
times that does not involve dead omegas but he remembers the feel of
Obi-Wan beside him, Obi-Wan’s arm pressed to his on the gunship,
the weight of the others gaze on him, the search for comfort that is
silently given before Obi-Wan runs off to confront and arrest the
Count.

And then its over
and Obi-Wan is injured and sour smelling and Jango can barely resist
the urge to pull him out of the medbed and into his arms. He resist,
knows better but the urge is there as he carefully slips his hand
over the others cheek and then lets his fingers brush over the bacta
patch on the arm, quite aware of its twin on the others thigh.

Skywalker lays in
the bed beside, quietly watching with an arm missing from elbow and
down and is also sour smelling of distress and pain with the notes of
painkillers beneath that. He’s not the only one, there are many
Jedi laying quietly while half observing Jango and Obi-Wan, some
smell like alphas and some like omegas.

Most smell like
omegas actually.

‘Injured means
not dead though.’ Jango reminds himself. ‘Injured means recovery
can happen for all they are bed laid at the moment.’ He’s not
sure what comes now, he’s not sure where he and Obi-Wan is left
with the Jedi’s rules but for now there are ample of omegas and
alphas and the secret has been broken.

The Order will have
to change.

And Jango will not
let go of Obi-Wan now that he has finally found him.

And from the way
Obi-Wan clings to his hand in return when Jango finally grasps it, he
does not think Obi-Wan wants to let go either.

Uh oh. Creepydays, Xan has waited sooo long to acquire his object of lust/desire… so how far is he willing to go? Might Obi discover a new, small scar? On the body (slave chip) or, perhaps, at his temple (inhibitor chip)? Order 69 anybody? You know, when he really gets tired of waiting? And where IS that rescue? Team Mercenary GO, (thanks Dooku)

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Staring at the
blond for a long moment, Yan finally closed his mouth with a snap
while taking a sharp breath through his nose. “You mean to tell me
that Du Crion has abducted Obi-Wan? That my grandpadawan is
currently in the clutches of his stalker?” He hissed out finally.

Anakin nodded,
looking exhausted. “We’ve been running ragged trying to find him
but the Senate and the judicial forces don’t believe us or if they
believe us need evidence to investigate Du Crion, meanwhile Obi-Wan
has been in his grasp for a full week and I…” He tugged at his
own hair with a slight whimper. “Master Dooku I don’t know what
to do.” He cried out, slipping up as he reverted back to the
fifteen year old that had once in a while gone to the old master to
ask for advice in keeping Obi-Wan safe.

Growling a bit, Yan
stood. “If the Senate won’t listen and the Order can do nothing,
then I will.” He marched over to a terminal. “You may take a
guest room for the night young Skywalker, I will send a message to
Qui-Gon and Yoda to attest to your location as I imagine you did not
inform anyone before you raced off to me. Y67, show Anakin to one of
the guest rooms near my bedroom.” Yan’s voice was sharp but
Anakin could feel the panic thrumming in the Force. Therefor he only
answered in positive to Yan’s very correct assumption.

He had raced off
the moment he had gotten to the temple, Padme’s suggestion
throbbing in his mind.

“What are you
going to do?” He asked tiredly, standing slowly as a droid
scampered over to him to show him the way.

Glancing over to
the Jedi, the count gave a tight smile. “I am a man of means
Anakin. If the law won’t act to save Obi-Wan, then I will make
bounty hunters act for me.” He growled out.

A shiver of relief
trailed through Anakin, feeling like he was fifteen and watching
Dooku set Obi-Wan’s shoulder when it had dislocated during a
mission. Struggling against an emotional breakdown as he knew the
former Jedi was not one to respect him for that, Anakin gave him a
bow and staggered after the droid, feeling blue eyes watching his
back before the door shut. ‘Hold on Obi-Wan, please just hold on. I
don’t know who Dooku is hiring but we’re gonna find you, we’re
gonna get you safe again.’ Anakin thought desperately.

He just hoped that
Du Crion had not harmed Obi-Wan irreparable yet.

()()()

Waking slowly,
Obi-Wan let out a heavy breath as he laid stomach down on a sterile
smelling bed with his body feeling faintly numb but an ache around
his spine throbbing almost lazily like a counterpoint to everything
else that had happened. Muzzily he cataloged his last memory of
dinner, sitting in Xanatos lap after he had been pulled into it and
being hand fed by the man.

Food that should
have been delicious had tasted like ashes in his mouth thanks to that
and Obi-Wan had mechanically chewed and swallowed while trying not to
flinch from the kisses to his throat and ear.

And that was the
last thing he remembered.

Now he was stomach
down on a sterile bed with an ache near his lower spine and the
telltale sign of drugs in his system.

Breath hitching as
he kept his eyes clenched shut, Obi-Wan buried his face in the pillow
to hide the evidence of tears that started to pour down his face as
realization hit home.

Du Crion had
drugged him and put him through surgery and now Obi-Wan had a
transmitter chip lodged in his spine and who knew what else had been
done to him that Obi-Wan was just too dazed yet to recognize or feel.

Oh Force, Obi-Wan
was going to throw up.

He just wanted to
go home.

Uh oh. Creepydays, Xan has waited sooo long to acquire his object of lust/desire… so how far is he willing to go? Might Obi discover a new, small scar? On the body (slave chip) or, perhaps, at his temple (inhibitor chip)? Order 69 anybody? You know, when he really gets tired of waiting? And where IS that rescue? Team Mercenary GO, (thanks Dooku)

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Staring at the
blond for a long moment, Yan finally closed his mouth with a snap
while taking a sharp breath through his nose. “You mean to tell me
that Du Crion has abducted Obi-Wan? That my grandpadawan is
currently in the clutches of his stalker?” He hissed out finally.

Anakin nodded,
looking exhausted. “We’ve been running ragged trying to find him
but the Senate and the judicial forces don’t believe us or if they
believe us need evidence to investigate Du Crion, meanwhile Obi-Wan
has been in his grasp for a full week and I…” He tugged at his
own hair with a slight whimper. “Master Dooku I don’t know what
to do.” He cried out, slipping up as he reverted back to the
fifteen year old that had once in a while gone to the old master to
ask for advice in keeping Obi-Wan safe.

Growling a bit, Yan
stood. “If the Senate won’t listen and the Order can do nothing,
then I will.” He marched over to a terminal. “You may take a
guest room for the night young Skywalker, I will send a message to
Qui-Gon and Yoda to attest to your location as I imagine you did not
inform anyone before you raced off to me. Y67, show Anakin to one of
the guest rooms near my bedroom.” Yan’s voice was sharp but
Anakin could feel the panic thrumming in the Force. Therefor he only
answered in positive to Yan’s very correct assumption.

He had raced off
the moment he had gotten to the temple, Padme’s suggestion
throbbing in his mind.

“What are you
going to do?” He asked tiredly, standing slowly as a droid
scampered over to him to show him the way.

Glancing over to
the Jedi, the count gave a tight smile. “I am a man of means
Anakin. If the law won’t act to save Obi-Wan, then I will make
bounty hunters act for me.” He growled out.

A shiver of relief
trailed through Anakin, feeling like he was fifteen and watching
Dooku set Obi-Wan’s shoulder when it had dislocated during a
mission. Struggling against an emotional breakdown as he knew the
former Jedi was not one to respect him for that, Anakin gave him a
bow and staggered after the droid, feeling blue eyes watching his
back before the door shut. ‘Hold on Obi-Wan, please just hold on. I
don’t know who Dooku is hiring but we’re gonna find you, we’re
gonna get you safe again.’ Anakin thought desperately.

He just hoped that
Du Crion had not harmed Obi-Wan irreparable yet.

()()()

Waking slowly,
Obi-Wan let out a heavy breath as he laid stomach down on a sterile
smelling bed with his body feeling faintly numb but an ache around
his spine throbbing almost lazily like a counterpoint to everything
else that had happened. Muzzily he cataloged his last memory of
dinner, sitting in Xanatos lap after he had been pulled into it and
being hand fed by the man.

Food that should
have been delicious had tasted like ashes in his mouth thanks to that
and Obi-Wan had mechanically chewed and swallowed while trying not to
flinch from the kisses to his throat and ear.

And that was the
last thing he remembered.

Now he was stomach
down on a sterile bed with an ache near his lower spine and the
telltale sign of drugs in his system.

Breath hitching as
he kept his eyes clenched shut, Obi-Wan buried his face in the pillow
to hide the evidence of tears that started to pour down his face as
realization hit home.

Du Crion had
drugged him and put him through surgery and now Obi-Wan had a
transmitter chip lodged in his spine and who knew what else had been
done to him that Obi-Wan was just too dazed yet to recognize or feel.

Oh Force, Obi-Wan
was going to throw up.

He just wanted to
go home.

Hi Moddy! Might I request some more delightfully angsty ‘sandtrap’? Maybe ObiWan’s old department doesn’t tell, but puts some heavy duty surveillance on him? Because they KNOW Maul will come back? And if you want to finish off the au? Anakin and Obi waking up to Maul and Savage breaking in, followed by an entire SWAT team? Cue fluffy relief?

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“…The blanket
is too short.” Anakin mumbled out, his toes cold even as he didn’t
want to move to wrap the blanket down around his feet.

His words got a
small response as Obi-Wan opened his eyes to peer at Anakin with a
sleepy noise. “Uh?” He blinked.

Shuffling a bit,
Anakin wiggled his toes in the air as the street light shone into
Anakin’s room and hit the bed they were sharing. “The blanket is
to short for me.” He yawned sleepily as the snow fell outside his
window in slow drifts.

Squinting a bit,
Obi-Wan lifted his head enough to peek downwards before frowning.
“Its long enough, you just need to tug it down.” He grumbled out
grumpily, having almost fallen asleep before Anakin spoke and he was
none too happy at being woken up for such a trivial thing.

‘Grouchy thing.’
Anakin thought fondly and nuzzled at him. “But I don’t wanna move
about too much.” He mumbled into Obi-Wan’s hair.

Obi-Wan let out a
low groaning noise and then shuffled before sitting up and leaning
forward as much as he could to tug the blanket downwards which let
the chill beneath their blanket. Obi-Wan still didn’t reach all the
way down with the blanket.

Chuckling a bit,
Anakin sat up and wrapped his arms around the now pouting redhead.
“Hey, I didn’t mean to make you… okay easy there.” Anakin
palmed the paralyzed man closer to him and shuffled, using his legs
to tug the blanket down steadily before eyeing Obi-Wan’s legs and
giving him a glare. “Your legs are exposed too.” He grunted. “The
blanket is too short.”

Blinking and
peering blearily down at that, Obi-Wan let out a surprised noise.
“Oh… well its not like I can notice that.” Obi-Wan argued.

“I know that but
you still need to be covered.” Anakin shifted, leaning down to
grasp Obi-Wan exposed feet and letting out a distressed noise.
“They’re ice cold Obi-Wan! I think your toes are blue!”

“Then find
another blanket you dingbat.”

“Oi! I’m just
concerned.”

“And I’m
slee-ack! No tickling! Anakin!”

“Surrender!”

Two rooms down,
Shmi sat up a bit in her bed and peered blearily at the wall behind
her headboard before sighing and pushing herself out of bed,
wandering to the closet in her nightie to find one of the spare
duvets she had as the squeaking had turned into loud laughter. ‘Men,
I swear…’ She yawned. ‘If one of them wasn’t my son…’

()()()

“Brother, I do
not think he is here anymore.” Savage murmured quietly as Maul
continued to observe the dark apartment with binoculars. “He has
not returned here since he left the hospital.” He continued.

Maul said nothing,
continued staring at the apartment.

Sighing a bit,
Savage crossed his arms over his chest, a frown on his face. “His
former co-workers would find him a safe house to hide in. You know I
am right.” He rumbled.

“Then find him.”
Maul said shortly.

“What?” Savage
blinked. “How?”

Lowering the
binoculars slowly, Maul turned narrowed, bloodshot eyes up at him. “I
don’t care how, but find him.” He snarled.

Erring on the side
of safety, Savage gave a mute nod and walked away lest Maul suddenly
decide that family ties did not matter. He hoped his brother wouldn’t
do anything more stupid…

Hi Moddy! Might I request some more delightfully angsty ‘sandtrap’? Maybe ObiWan’s old department doesn’t tell, but puts some heavy duty surveillance on him? Because they KNOW Maul will come back? And if you want to finish off the au? Anakin and Obi waking up to Maul and Savage breaking in, followed by an entire SWAT team? Cue fluffy relief?

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“…The blanket
is too short.” Anakin mumbled out, his toes cold even as he didn’t
want to move to wrap the blanket down around his feet.

His words got a
small response as Obi-Wan opened his eyes to peer at Anakin with a
sleepy noise. “Uh?” He blinked.

Shuffling a bit,
Anakin wiggled his toes in the air as the street light shone into
Anakin’s room and hit the bed they were sharing. “The blanket is
to short for me.” He yawned sleepily as the snow fell outside his
window in slow drifts.

Squinting a bit,
Obi-Wan lifted his head enough to peek downwards before frowning.
“Its long enough, you just need to tug it down.” He grumbled out
grumpily, having almost fallen asleep before Anakin spoke and he was
none too happy at being woken up for such a trivial thing.

‘Grouchy thing.’
Anakin thought fondly and nuzzled at him. “But I don’t wanna move
about too much.” He mumbled into Obi-Wan’s hair.

Obi-Wan let out a
low groaning noise and then shuffled before sitting up and leaning
forward as much as he could to tug the blanket downwards which let
the chill beneath their blanket. Obi-Wan still didn’t reach all the
way down with the blanket.

Chuckling a bit,
Anakin sat up and wrapped his arms around the now pouting redhead.
“Hey, I didn’t mean to make you… okay easy there.” Anakin
palmed the paralyzed man closer to him and shuffled, using his legs
to tug the blanket down steadily before eyeing Obi-Wan’s legs and
giving him a glare. “Your legs are exposed too.” He grunted. “The
blanket is too short.”

Blinking and
peering blearily down at that, Obi-Wan let out a surprised noise.
“Oh… well its not like I can notice that.” Obi-Wan argued.

“I know that but
you still need to be covered.” Anakin shifted, leaning down to
grasp Obi-Wan exposed feet and letting out a distressed noise.
“They’re ice cold Obi-Wan! I think your toes are blue!”

“Then find
another blanket you dingbat.”

“Oi! I’m just
concerned.”

“And I’m
slee-ack! No tickling! Anakin!”

“Surrender!”

Two rooms down,
Shmi sat up a bit in her bed and peered blearily at the wall behind
her headboard before sighing and pushing herself out of bed,
wandering to the closet in her nightie to find one of the spare
duvets she had as the squeaking had turned into loud laughter. ‘Men,
I swear…’ She yawned. ‘If one of them wasn’t my son…’

()()()

“Brother, I do
not think he is here anymore.” Savage murmured quietly as Maul
continued to observe the dark apartment with binoculars. “He has
not returned here since he left the hospital.” He continued.

Maul said nothing,
continued staring at the apartment.

Sighing a bit,
Savage crossed his arms over his chest, a frown on his face. “His
former co-workers would find him a safe house to hide in. You know I
am right.” He rumbled.

“Then find him.”
Maul said shortly.

“What?” Savage
blinked. “How?”

Lowering the
binoculars slowly, Maul turned narrowed, bloodshot eyes up at him. “I
don’t care how, but find him.” He snarled.

Erring on the side
of safety, Savage gave a mute nod and walked away lest Maul suddenly
decide that family ties did not matter. He hoped his brother wouldn’t
do anything more stupid…

Oh CHORTLE! ‘createdbytheForce’? ObiWan recovers and is introduced to the new Chancellor, as a Hero of Naboo, SithStopper. Does Obi recognize another Sith? Or maybe recognizes an attempt to ‘groom’ him? (Bounces on seat, drools at possibilities, whines)

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Opening his eyes
slowly, Obi-Wan smiled at Qui-Gon as the older man stared down at him
with a large smile on his face. “Hi…”

“Hello, Obi-Wan.”
Qui-Gon whispered, cupping his padawan’s cheek tenderly before
leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “I got water
here for you.” He murmured against the warm skin.

Giving a grateful
hum at that, Obi-Wan waited as he was carefully levered up, the thick
scent of bacta clinging to him along with the clean sheets. He was
wearing what seemed to be a backless gown so this had to be the Naboo
medical hall if the white walls and sheets were any indication along
with the smell of sterilization.

A little wiggle
told him that he was also wearing some kind of shorts and he let out
a grateful little noise at the extra covering since the gown was
backless.

And then Obi-Wan
had his focus on being feed the ice chips Qui-Gon was slowly plying
him with, sucking carefully on them to moisten his mouth and throat.

Half a cup of ice
chips later and Qui-Gon helped Obi-Wan onto wobbly feet and helped
him walk slowly around the room to get sensation back in his limbs,
one arm over his tall master’s shoulders with Qui-Gon’s closest
arm around him and under Obi-Wan’s armpit.

It was nice to
finally be awake.

()()()

“Ah! Its a
pleasure to finally meet the lauded Sith-slayer and hero of Naboo.”
Chancellor Palpatine smiled at Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan felt as if a slimy
coating had covered him as he bowed for the man as carefully as he
could, Qui-Gon’s hand protectively on his back.

His master was
being very cautious about him, still half expecting him to fold at a
brief.

“Thank you but I
was only doing my duty as a Jedi of the Republic Chancellor. And
congratulation on winning your election, I’m afraid I was not able
to see it since I was in the bacta tube at the time.” Obi-Wan
murmured.

He tensed when the
Chancellor patted him on the shoulder, straightening up as he watched
the man give him an indulging smile. “Quite alright my boy. I
believe however your master would like for you to sit down. I will be
watching you with great interest I believe, such a skilled man…”
The Chancellor finally let them go, Qui-Gon leading Obi-Wan to sit
down with Anakin at the banquet table.

A feast had been
thrown together for Obi-Wan, to celebrate his survival and help to
the people of Naboo.

Obi-Wan had tried
to say he didn’t need it until Queen Amidala had insisted,
confessing to him that the people needed good moral after such an
event.

Hesitatingly and
with Qui-Gon and Master Tholme’s backing, Obi-Wan had quietly
agreed to the banquet though he would have liked to return home more
like.

Still, the food
looked good and Anakin was more then happy to see him as the boy
instantly latched onto his arm with a bright grin when the redhead
sat down.

“Hey there
kiddo.” Obi-Wan ruffled his hair with his other hand that wasn’t
now occupied.

Anakin beamed back.
“They got creamed eggs Obi-Wan.” He whispered excitedly as
Amidala stood, announcing the banquet open and praising Obi-Wan.

Blushing darkly,
Obi-Wan ducked his head a bit as Qui-Gon gave him a proud little
smile.

Still… he
couldn’t help but feel a warm glow in his stomach as one broad hand
gently squeezed his shoulder.

Thank the Force
they had all survived.

Oh CHORTLE! ‘createdbytheForce’? ObiWan recovers and is introduced to the new Chancellor, as a Hero of Naboo, SithStopper. Does Obi recognize another Sith? Or maybe recognizes an attempt to ‘groom’ him? (Bounces on seat, drools at possibilities, whines)

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Opening his eyes
slowly, Obi-Wan smiled at Qui-Gon as the older man stared down at him
with a large smile on his face. “Hi…”

“Hello, Obi-Wan.”
Qui-Gon whispered, cupping his padawan’s cheek tenderly before
leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “I got water
here for you.” He murmured against the warm skin.

Giving a grateful
hum at that, Obi-Wan waited as he was carefully levered up, the thick
scent of bacta clinging to him along with the clean sheets. He was
wearing what seemed to be a backless gown so this had to be the Naboo
medical hall if the white walls and sheets were any indication along
with the smell of sterilization.

A little wiggle
told him that he was also wearing some kind of shorts and he let out
a grateful little noise at the extra covering since the gown was
backless.

And then Obi-Wan
had his focus on being feed the ice chips Qui-Gon was slowly plying
him with, sucking carefully on them to moisten his mouth and throat.

Half a cup of ice
chips later and Qui-Gon helped Obi-Wan onto wobbly feet and helped
him walk slowly around the room to get sensation back in his limbs,
one arm over his tall master’s shoulders with Qui-Gon’s closest
arm around him and under Obi-Wan’s armpit.

It was nice to
finally be awake.

()()()

“Ah! Its a
pleasure to finally meet the lauded Sith-slayer and hero of Naboo.”
Chancellor Palpatine smiled at Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan felt as if a slimy
coating had covered him as he bowed for the man as carefully as he
could, Qui-Gon’s hand protectively on his back.

His master was
being very cautious about him, still half expecting him to fold at a
brief.

“Thank you but I
was only doing my duty as a Jedi of the Republic Chancellor. And
congratulation on winning your election, I’m afraid I was not able
to see it since I was in the bacta tube at the time.” Obi-Wan
murmured.

He tensed when the
Chancellor patted him on the shoulder, straightening up as he watched
the man give him an indulging smile. “Quite alright my boy. I
believe however your master would like for you to sit down. I will be
watching you with great interest I believe, such a skilled man…”
The Chancellor finally let them go, Qui-Gon leading Obi-Wan to sit
down with Anakin at the banquet table.

A feast had been
thrown together for Obi-Wan, to celebrate his survival and help to
the people of Naboo.

Obi-Wan had tried
to say he didn’t need it until Queen Amidala had insisted,
confessing to him that the people needed good moral after such an
event.

Hesitatingly and
with Qui-Gon and Master Tholme’s backing, Obi-Wan had quietly
agreed to the banquet though he would have liked to return home more
like.

Still, the food
looked good and Anakin was more then happy to see him as the boy
instantly latched onto his arm with a bright grin when the redhead
sat down.

“Hey there
kiddo.” Obi-Wan ruffled his hair with his other hand that wasn’t
now occupied.

Anakin beamed back.
“They got creamed eggs Obi-Wan.” He whispered excitedly as
Amidala stood, announcing the banquet open and praising Obi-Wan.

Blushing darkly,
Obi-Wan ducked his head a bit as Qui-Gon gave him a proud little
smile.

Still… he
couldn’t help but feel a warm glow in his stomach as one broad hand
gently squeezed his shoulder.

Thank the Force
they had all survived.