Taking a deep
breath through his nose as his com vibrated on his belt, Yan other
hand continued its slow action of carding through the soft, clean
hair as he answered the comm with his none dominant hand, revealing
Fett’s mug.

“It is done?”
He questioned.

Fett nodded,
looking a bit lazy as if the job had almost been beneath him but
maybe it had just been that easy for him. “No guards and I slipped
in without the droids or medics noticing a thing, just an easy little
inject under a nail and it looks like his heart crashed.” The man
shrugged and gave a little yawn.

The Serenno count
closed his eyes and let out a relieved little sigh before opening his
eyes once more and nodding. “Then the rest of the fee will be
transferred as agreed, as usual your work seem to be impeccable Serah
Fett.” He said crisply and settled his comm back to his belt as the
other ended the transmission.

Which allowed Yan
to focus back on the young man sleeping on his couch, Obi-Wan coiled
up as small as he could possibly make himself with his head in Yan’s
lap, arms wrapped around himself.

The scraggy beard
was still growing to the same respectable length the other had before
Du Crion had abducted him but bore visible signs of Obi-Wan trying to
groom it.

At least the other
had managed to style his hair, having a droid cut it so he could
fluff it out, giving himself the ruffled style the younger crowd
favored these days.

But it suited
Obi-Wan and Yan was honestly just grateful to see him resting and
eating these days he was given on Serenno by the council, making an
effort to recover from abduction and surgery.

“He will never
touch you again Obi-Wan. I have made sure of that dear one,” He
murmured quietly as he pulled the cotton blanket up over the others
shoulders and tucking it in around the others broad shoulders. “And
if anyone else turns their eyes on you in the future, I will bury
them before they become a problem.” He growled quietly as Obi-Wan
slept peacefully.

Yan did not have to
follow every law as the Jedi council did.

And for his
grandson he would even take the dirty work on himself if need be.

()()()

Frowning deeply,
Quinlan scrubbed his face with a deep groan as he sat back in his
chair before sending Skywalker an annoyed glance. “Do you mind?”
He snapped at the blonde.

Withdrawing the
blonde huffed at him in return. “Oi, I’m trying to help.”

“Hovering over me
won’t make the slicing and tracing go any faster Skywalker,”
Quinlan grunted, reaching for his cup of caff and taking a bit sip,
grimacing at the cold liquid. Kark it had gone cold an hour ago. “It
only serves to make me feel antsy about you over my shoulder.” He
grunted instead.

The other opened
his mouth before shutting it, crossing his arms defensively over his
chest while sulking.

‘And there he
goes.’ Quinlan rolled his eyes before sighing and turning his
chair, peering at the knight. “Look, Skywalker, we all want to
figure out who sold out Obi-Wan. But stressing about it won’t help
anyone and tracing the comm codes through the holonet is a straining
thing and we might not be able to figure it out from Du Crion’s
comm.” He patiently said, or as patiently as he could manage.

Vulnerable blue
eyes snapped to him before dropping once more, the kid fiddling with
a belt pouch. Okay so Skywalker wasn’t a kid anymore but when it
came to Obi-Wan the other a lot of the time became a teenager again.

“I just want to
make sure he stays safe this time,” Skywalker mumbled out. “He’s
my friend and… he’s had enough of this kark.” He huffed.

“Well, on that
both of us can agree,” Quinlan turned back to the terminal,
continuing to slice his way through security. “But lets not make
each other go more nuts than we already are eh Skywalker?” He
settled on with a deep sigh, knowing they were in for the long haul.

He heard sighing
behind him before there was some shifting around.

To his surprise
another cup of caff was placed on the desk and he shot Skywalker a
look.

The blonde
shrugged. “One lump of sugar, no cream. You’ll have to stir it
yourself though Master Vos.” He went back to leaning against the
desk, watching the wall.

Snorting a bit, Vos
reached for the cup. “Thanks, might want to make one for yourself,
we might need the caffeine.” He grunted, watching Skywalker from
the corner of his eyes as the knight just waved his hand and stared
at the wall. ‘Well, at least Jinn is calm since Obi-Wan is at
Dooku. Now we just need to get a karking lead.’

Taking a deep
breath through his nose as his com vibrated on his belt, Yan other
hand continued its slow action of carding through the soft, clean
hair as he answered the comm with his none dominant hand, revealing
Fett’s mug.

“It is done?”
He questioned.

Fett nodded,
looking a bit lazy as if the job had almost been beneath him but
maybe it had just been that easy for him. “No guards and I slipped
in without the droids or medics noticing a thing, just an easy little
inject under a nail and it looks like his heart crashed.” The man
shrugged and gave a little yawn.

The Serenno count
closed his eyes and let out a relieved little sigh before opening his
eyes once more and nodding. “Then the rest of the fee will be
transferred as agreed, as usual your work seem to be impeccable Serah
Fett.” He said crisply and settled his comm back to his belt as the
other ended the transmission.

Which allowed Yan
to focus back on the young man sleeping on his couch, Obi-Wan coiled
up as small as he could possibly make himself with his head in Yan’s
lap, arms wrapped around himself.

The scraggy beard
was still growing to the same respectable length the other had before
Du Crion had abducted him but bore visible signs of Obi-Wan trying to
groom it.

At least the other
had managed to style his hair, having a droid cut it so he could
fluff it out, giving himself the ruffled style the younger crowd
favored these days.

But it suited
Obi-Wan and Yan was honestly just grateful to see him resting and
eating these days he was given on Serenno by the council, making an
effort to recover from abduction and surgery.

“He will never
touch you again Obi-Wan. I have made sure of that dear one,” He
murmured quietly as he pulled the cotton blanket up over the others
shoulders and tucking it in around the others broad shoulders. “And
if anyone else turns their eyes on you in the future, I will bury
them before they become a problem.” He growled quietly as Obi-Wan
slept peacefully.

Yan did not have to
follow every law as the Jedi council did.

And for his
grandson he would even take the dirty work on himself if need be.

()()()

Frowning deeply,
Quinlan scrubbed his face with a deep groan as he sat back in his
chair before sending Skywalker an annoyed glance. “Do you mind?”
He snapped at the blonde.

Withdrawing the
blonde huffed at him in return. “Oi, I’m trying to help.”

“Hovering over me
won’t make the slicing and tracing go any faster Skywalker,”
Quinlan grunted, reaching for his cup of caff and taking a bit sip,
grimacing at the cold liquid. Kark it had gone cold an hour ago. “It
only serves to make me feel antsy about you over my shoulder.” He
grunted instead.

The other opened
his mouth before shutting it, crossing his arms defensively over his
chest while sulking.

‘And there he
goes.’ Quinlan rolled his eyes before sighing and turning his
chair, peering at the knight. “Look, Skywalker, we all want to
figure out who sold out Obi-Wan. But stressing about it won’t help
anyone and tracing the comm codes through the holonet is a straining
thing and we might not be able to figure it out from Du Crion’s
comm.” He patiently said, or as patiently as he could manage.

Vulnerable blue
eyes snapped to him before dropping once more, the kid fiddling with
a belt pouch. Okay so Skywalker wasn’t a kid anymore but when it
came to Obi-Wan the other a lot of the time became a teenager again.

“I just want to
make sure he stays safe this time,” Skywalker mumbled out. “He’s
my friend and… he’s had enough of this kark.” He huffed.

“Well, on that
both of us can agree,” Quinlan turned back to the terminal,
continuing to slice his way through security. “But lets not make
each other go more nuts than we already are eh Skywalker?” He
settled on with a deep sigh, knowing they were in for the long haul.

He heard sighing
behind him before there was some shifting around.

To his surprise
another cup of caff was placed on the desk and he shot Skywalker a
look.

The blonde
shrugged. “One lump of sugar, no cream. You’ll have to stir it
yourself though Master Vos.” He went back to leaning against the
desk, watching the wall.

Snorting a bit, Vos
reached for the cup. “Thanks, might want to make one for yourself,
we might need the caffeine.” He grunted, watching Skywalker from
the corner of his eyes as the knight just waved his hand and stared
at the wall. ‘Well, at least Jinn is calm since Obi-Wan is at
Dooku. Now we just need to get a karking lead.’