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Mace desperately pinched the bridge of his nose, taking several sharp
breaths. “You. How did…that is…oh Force at least its not an
active war going on.” He breathed out and then seemed to collect
himself. “I guess congratulations in order for you and the father.”

“Ah yes, now…that is another issue.” Obi-Wan cleared his
throat.

“Know the father, you do not.” Yoda cackled.

“…Kenobi what in all-”

“What I mean is that there are several potential fathers.” Mace
mouth was slowly falling open. “Three in fact.” It was hanging
open. “…I’d warn you about flies Mace but I don’t think there
are flies up here.” Obi-Wan tucked his robes around him when he
noticed Depa giving his stomach an interested look.

“Three, active you have been Obi-Wan.” The mischievous troll
known as Yoda smirked at him and Obi-Wan glared back. “Well excuse
me for enjoying the fact that I was alive at the end of this entire
thing.” He huffed, refusing to say he was pouting.

Mace dropped his face in his hands. “Alright, potential
fathers…are any of them Jedi?”

“Two of them. The third is a senator.”

“Kenobi!”

“Look, the last one I was drunk with. It was…nice alright. Also
the second was because we were happy to kriffing be alive!” Obi-Wan
huffed again.

“Alright, who are these potential fathers?” Depa finally settled
on asking when it was clear Mace was mimicking a fish.

The copper haired man found a spot on the wall suddenly very
fascinating. “…Qui-Gon, Anakin and Bail Organa.”

You could hear dust fall. It was that quiet.

And then Yoda started to cackle.

Obi-Wan buried his face in his hands before taking a deep breath.
“Please stop laughing at me Master Yoda, it wasn’t like it was
plann-”

“Three of them! I get the first one!” Mace squeaked. “You were
actually in a relationship but the latter two.”

“I was drunk for both of them in a manner of speaking! Drunk on
being alive despite everything and drunk on actual alcohol!”
Obi-Wan was not certain talking about this with the council in
attendance was what he wanted to do and took a sharp and deep breath
that hurt his throat a little bit. “Look, I only wanted to inform
because I am two months along. I will soon start…showing…within
the month the healer told me. And there will be things I can…no
longer do, missions I can’t go on.” He shifted and tucked his
robes more around himself as he enormity of the situation was hitting
him. “And the council needed to be aware of the situation.”

There was some sober quiet then Yoda cackled again. “New quarters
you will need.”

Yup, that was it. Obi-Wan shoved Yoda of the chair with the Force,
the old troll rolling of the chair while still laughing and dampening
his fall with the Force.

()()()

Obi-Wan sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, nursing cup of
tea with his other hand as he stared out the window of his quarters.
Alright, he had done his duty as a Jedi, inform the council and
healers that he was going to be…laid up. Though to be honest, Bant
had informed him more then he had informed her.

Now came the personal duty. Inform the potential fathers…

That got a groan out of the young master. Inform the potential
fathers.

Plural.

And not just that, but one of them were Anakin who Obi-Wan was pretty
sure was in a relationship with Padme Amidala. And he wasn’t sure
that relationship was anything like Bail’s with Breha, who welcomed
additions now and then.

And Qui-Gon…

Obi-Wan tightened his grip on his cup.

He knew he still adored his old master. But did he still love him the
same way?

War could change everyone, had it changed how Qui-Gon once viewed him
and how Obi-Wan viewed Qui-Gon?

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, letting his mind
wander. Qui-Gon’s hands in his, soft kisses, the smell of sapir tea
and the quiet noises of Qui-Gon on the couch, reading. The copper
haired man opened his eyes and sighed. Oh yes, he still had it bad
for the other man on an emotional level, that was clear.

“My life couldn’t be easy, could it.” Obi-Wan whispered then
looked down at his stomach. “Not that you’re at fault huh. You
got one silly carrier don’t you.” He smiled a bit. “Should I
even be informing them yet? When I don’t know whose it is?” The
man sighed before tensing as he felt an all to familiar presence in
the Force come closer. “Well…guess I don’t have to much time to
think about it now.” He nervously squared his shoulders and waited
for the knock before going to the door, opening it up and peering up.

“Hello Anakin.”

Oooh, how exactly did the council meeting go for carrier!obiwan?

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Mace desperately pinched the bridge of his nose, taking several sharp
breaths. “You. How did…that is…oh Force at least its not an
active war going on.” He breathed out and then seemed to collect
himself. “I guess congratulations in order for you and the father.”

“Ah yes, now…that is another issue.” Obi-Wan cleared his
throat.

“Know the father, you do not.” Yoda cackled.

“…Kenobi what in all-”

“What I mean is that there are several potential fathers.” Mace
mouth was slowly falling open. “Three in fact.” It was hanging
open. “…I’d warn you about flies Mace but I don’t think there
are flies up here.” Obi-Wan tucked his robes around him when he
noticed Depa giving his stomach an interested look.

“Three, active you have been Obi-Wan.” The mischievous troll
known as Yoda smirked at him and Obi-Wan glared back. “Well excuse
me for enjoying the fact that I was alive at the end of this entire
thing.” He huffed, refusing to say he was pouting.

Mace dropped his face in his hands. “Alright, potential
fathers…are any of them Jedi?”

“Two of them. The third is a senator.”

“Kenobi!”

“Look, the last one I was drunk with. It was…nice alright. Also
the second was because we were happy to kriffing be alive!” Obi-Wan
huffed again.

“Alright, who are these potential fathers?” Depa finally settled
on asking when it was clear Mace was mimicking a fish.

The copper haired man found a spot on the wall suddenly very
fascinating. “…Qui-Gon, Anakin and Bail Organa.”

You could hear dust fall. It was that quiet.

And then Yoda started to cackle.

Obi-Wan buried his face in his hands before taking a deep breath.
“Please stop laughing at me Master Yoda, it wasn’t like it was
plann-”

“Three of them! I get the first one!” Mace squeaked. “You were
actually in a relationship but the latter two.”

“I was drunk for both of them in a manner of speaking! Drunk on
being alive despite everything and drunk on actual alcohol!”
Obi-Wan was not certain talking about this with the council in
attendance was what he wanted to do and took a sharp and deep breath
that hurt his throat a little bit. “Look, I only wanted to inform
because I am two months along. I will soon start…showing…within
the month the healer told me. And there will be things I can…no
longer do, missions I can’t go on.” He shifted and tucked his
robes more around himself as he enormity of the situation was hitting
him. “And the council needed to be aware of the situation.”

There was some sober quiet then Yoda cackled again. “New quarters
you will need.”

Yup, that was it. Obi-Wan shoved Yoda of the chair with the Force,
the old troll rolling of the chair while still laughing and dampening
his fall with the Force.

()()()

Obi-Wan sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, nursing cup of
tea with his other hand as he stared out the window of his quarters.
Alright, he had done his duty as a Jedi, inform the council and
healers that he was going to be…laid up. Though to be honest, Bant
had informed him more then he had informed her.

Now came the personal duty. Inform the potential fathers…

That got a groan out of the young master. Inform the potential
fathers.

Plural.

And not just that, but one of them were Anakin who Obi-Wan was pretty
sure was in a relationship with Padme Amidala. And he wasn’t sure
that relationship was anything like Bail’s with Breha, who welcomed
additions now and then.

And Qui-Gon…

Obi-Wan tightened his grip on his cup.

He knew he still adored his old master. But did he still love him the
same way?

War could change everyone, had it changed how Qui-Gon once viewed him
and how Obi-Wan viewed Qui-Gon?

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, letting his mind
wander. Qui-Gon’s hands in his, soft kisses, the smell of sapir tea
and the quiet noises of Qui-Gon on the couch, reading. The copper
haired man opened his eyes and sighed. Oh yes, he still had it bad
for the other man on an emotional level, that was clear.

“My life couldn’t be easy, could it.” Obi-Wan whispered then
looked down at his stomach. “Not that you’re at fault huh. You
got one silly carrier don’t you.” He smiled a bit. “Should I
even be informing them yet? When I don’t know whose it is?” The
man sighed before tensing as he felt an all to familiar presence in
the Force come closer. “Well…guess I don’t have to much time to
think about it now.” He nervously squared his shoulders and waited
for the knock before going to the door, opening it up and peering up.

“Hello Anakin.”

Continuing vampire obiwan who has little requirement for sleep starts to find odd hobbies to do during the night due to his species sleep cycle.

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He’s awake more then he sleeps most nights now. Its a thing of his
people, the body does not need rest like other humanoids, especially
not as long full humans.

It can be boring.

Obi-Wan finds himself bored many nights when his course work is
completed and there is no one to spar with because they are out on
missions or sleeping themselves, taking care of their needs. So he
finds things to do.

The first month he does responsible things, he cleans the rooms he
can, takes care of his master when his insomnia hits, does katas and
prepares for the day, when he has lessons and others he can talk to.

That eventually becomes a monotone and he starts fixing bots who are
in need of it. Not that he is an expert in droid maintenance but
minor things are good, fix a joint, send them of to proper repairs.
It gets boring too. And then he’s banned from doing such things
because apparently, taping two droids together so they float around
with a knife between them to shiv people is not proper. Obi-Wan does
not that Qui-Gon can’t quite look at the council as this reprimand
is given and his shoulders are shaking. He’s laughing Obi-Wan
realized and is glad someone else found it as funny as he did.

The third month he takes up model ship making. He starts with minor
ships and builds up until he has one that’s about the size of
himself laying down standing in the livingroom. Qui-Gon spends an
hour staring at it in mute shock because he’s certain that was not
there when he went to bed. The next day is no better because now it
FLIES. Obi-Wan has given the ship a functioning motor. Obi-Wan is
banned from model ships when the model ship somehow escapes into
hyperdrive from the temple. There is much confusion how this was
achieved.

The fourth months heralds calm. Obi-Wan takes up cooking and baking.
The smells start of a bit like moldy socks and becomes divine
temptations. Delicate little bites of puffed pastries and smooth
mousses. Artfully created plates of sauce and meat and deliciousness.
He does not get banned from either of these activities and Qui-Gon
(and those he invites for dinner or lunch), enjoys the perk.
Obi-Wan’s interest dabs of at the end of the sixth month.

The sixth month is full of different saber practices, Obi-Wan is
learning EVERY branch, not just Ataruu but everything he can get his
hands on, every master he can convince to teach him something. He
excels in several, Obi-Wan is adaptable. But he comes to prefer
Ataruu and Soresu.

It falls into his daily schedule to to practice the new moves.

The eight month he picks up painting and drawing. Qui-Gon wakes to
several flimsi covered in an amateurs doodles that quickly progresses
to a defined artist with much time on their hand. Obi-Wan draws
animals, plants, people he knows and then moves on to little
cartoons. Qui-Gon can’t help but laugh at the one of Yoda and Mace
juggling.

The paintings start out the same too, an amateurs work that slowly
improves and expands. Planets they visited, people they’ve seen and
once the back of what Qui-Gon thinks is a red Zabrak. When asked
about it Obi-Wan shrugged and said he’d been dreaming.

Obi-Wan is good but loses interest as the twelfth month hits. He is
not a professional artist by then but he is decent and can draw in
several styles and paint what is on his mind, some of his robes have
paint splotches on it still and his fingers are stained with color
through those months.

He takes up juggling after that. It only lasts a week before he can
do it perfectly.

Archery takes a month to learn and perfect. Obi-Wan is a
perfectionist with such skills. Tells his master it may be useful for
some mission though he does not know that for sure.

And then he circles through his hobbies as he can, though not the
ones he are banned from. Obi-Wan absently wonders while sucking dry a
bag of replacement blood, if the droids were ever unstuck from each
other or if they continued to shiv people.

Continuing vampire obiwan who has little requirement for sleep starts to find odd hobbies to do during the night due to his species sleep cycle.

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He’s awake more then he sleeps most nights now. Its a thing of his
people, the body does not need rest like other humanoids, especially
not as long full humans.

It can be boring.

Obi-Wan finds himself bored many nights when his course work is
completed and there is no one to spar with because they are out on
missions or sleeping themselves, taking care of their needs. So he
finds things to do.

The first month he does responsible things, he cleans the rooms he
can, takes care of his master when his insomnia hits, does katas and
prepares for the day, when he has lessons and others he can talk to.

That eventually becomes a monotone and he starts fixing bots who are
in need of it. Not that he is an expert in droid maintenance but
minor things are good, fix a joint, send them of to proper repairs.
It gets boring too. And then he’s banned from doing such things
because apparently, taping two droids together so they float around
with a knife between them to shiv people is not proper. Obi-Wan does
not that Qui-Gon can’t quite look at the council as this reprimand
is given and his shoulders are shaking. He’s laughing Obi-Wan
realized and is glad someone else found it as funny as he did.

The third month he takes up model ship making. He starts with minor
ships and builds up until he has one that’s about the size of
himself laying down standing in the livingroom. Qui-Gon spends an
hour staring at it in mute shock because he’s certain that was not
there when he went to bed. The next day is no better because now it
FLIES. Obi-Wan has given the ship a functioning motor. Obi-Wan is
banned from model ships when the model ship somehow escapes into
hyperdrive from the temple. There is much confusion how this was
achieved.

The fourth months heralds calm. Obi-Wan takes up cooking and baking.
The smells start of a bit like moldy socks and becomes divine
temptations. Delicate little bites of puffed pastries and smooth
mousses. Artfully created plates of sauce and meat and deliciousness.
He does not get banned from either of these activities and Qui-Gon
(and those he invites for dinner or lunch), enjoys the perk.
Obi-Wan’s interest dabs of at the end of the sixth month.

The sixth month is full of different saber practices, Obi-Wan is
learning EVERY branch, not just Ataruu but everything he can get his
hands on, every master he can convince to teach him something. He
excels in several, Obi-Wan is adaptable. But he comes to prefer
Ataruu and Soresu.

It falls into his daily schedule to to practice the new moves.

The eight month he picks up painting and drawing. Qui-Gon wakes to
several flimsi covered in an amateurs doodles that quickly progresses
to a defined artist with much time on their hand. Obi-Wan draws
animals, plants, people he knows and then moves on to little
cartoons. Qui-Gon can’t help but laugh at the one of Yoda and Mace
juggling.

The paintings start out the same too, an amateurs work that slowly
improves and expands. Planets they visited, people they’ve seen and
once the back of what Qui-Gon thinks is a red Zabrak. When asked
about it Obi-Wan shrugged and said he’d been dreaming.

Obi-Wan is good but loses interest as the twelfth month hits. He is
not a professional artist by then but he is decent and can draw in
several styles and paint what is on his mind, some of his robes have
paint splotches on it still and his fingers are stained with color
through those months.

He takes up juggling after that. It only lasts a week before he can
do it perfectly.

Archery takes a month to learn and perfect. Obi-Wan is a
perfectionist with such skills. Tells his master it may be useful for
some mission though he does not know that for sure.

And then he circles through his hobbies as he can, though not the
ones he are banned from. Obi-Wan absently wonders while sucking dry a
bag of replacement blood, if the droids were ever unstuck from each
other or if they continued to shiv people.

Knight Jinn trying to woo Master Obiwan? 83

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“Knight Skywalker.”

“Knight Jinn.”

There’s a crispness to the otherwise polite greeting as the two
knights survey each other.

Anakin glances at the pot in the mans arms and his lips tighten a
bit. “Endorian spicy chicken stew…”

The long haired knight raises his eyebrows back then nods at the box
in the other knights arms. “Vanilla and chocolate swirl cupcake.”

They give each other another long look before they both head the same
way. To Obi-Wan’s quarters.

It wasn’t that the two disliked each other, no and it certainly
wasn’t hate at all, Jedi’s did not hate. And out in the field
they worked well together, filling each others gasps in battle. And
Qui-Gon was a good negotiator where Anakin failed with his blunter
tongue.

There was one spot where the two did not agree though…

Anakin’s former master, Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Who Jinn was trying to woo.

“How’d you know to visit?” Anakin offered in a to light tone.

“Master Dooku informed me, he came back injured he told me.”
Qui-Gon offered peacefully. “And you?”

“Master Yoda.” Anakin grunted then took a deep breath as they
arrived in front of Obi-Wan’s door, giving it a sharp knock and
waiting. “The little troll always comms me if Obi-Wan comes back
injured.” Especially since Obi-Wan himself never did it and someone
needed to take care of the copper haired man.

They waited patiently, or well as patiently as Anakin ever could, for
Obi-Wan to open the door.

There was a small shuffle before the door swished open and Anakin’s
greeting died on his lips. “Master!” He offered instead in a
horrified tone as the bruised man visage came into view.

“Anakin, please do lower your tone.” The mussed up copper haired
master offered, his left arm in a sling still and the left side of
his face covered in fading bruises. Anakin could even spot a few go
down his throat and past the collar of the soft shirt he was wearing
instead of the tunic and tabards, a sure sign his master was having
issues dressing himself. He perked up a bit as he noticed what both
were carrying. “Is that for me? It smells good.” He stepped back
to let them both into his apartment.

He ran his hand through his messy hair as he did, trying to tame it.
“I apologize for my ruffled appearance but I was napping just now.”

“You don’t need to apologize Obi-Wan.” Jinn offered gently.
“Its clear you must have needed it and we didn’t come here to see
a Jedi master.” He smiled down his large nose at Obi-Wan who
flushed a bit.

Anakin bit his lips then gently placed a hand on Obi-Wan’s right
shoulder. “You should sit down Obi-Wan. Jinn’s right, we came
here to see a friend.” He guided the master to the couch. “Jinn
has spicy chicken stew and I have vanilla and chocolate swirl
cupcake. Feel like eating?”

“Oh both of those sound lovely. So yes, yes food is welcome.”
Obi-Wan sat down heavily and rubbed his brow slowly.

Jinn smiled at him and went to the kitchen to fill a bowl.

“…Really, how are you?” Anakin set the box on the coffee table
and knelt down, gently touching his old master’s knees.

“Honestly? Horrid but nothing a few rest days and healing trances
wont hopefully cure.” Obi-Wan assured.

“What happened?”

“If the locals warn you about a large tentacled creature in a cave
Anakin, do please listen to the locals despite your guides insistence
that the caves are safe. As to how things happened, I may have been
grabbed and I may have been thrown against a cave wall while staging
a rescue. I also may have broken a few things in that throw.”

Anakin shook his head and leaned back on his heels as Jinn came over
with a bowl that Obi-Wan accepted and rested on his lap. “Tentacled
creature. Tentacles.”

“Yes. Eight of them to be fair, furry but with suckers. Also
teeth.” Obi-Wan dug into the stew as the two knights exchanged
looks.

“Only you would find a furry tentacled creature.” Anakin sighed
then squinted suspiciously at Obi-Wan. “…It didn’t try to mate
with you did it?”

Obi-Wan choked on the chicken and slapped the blond on the shoulder
with his spoon. “Anakin!”

The knight held up his hands in surrender. “What! The last one
tried to.”

“The last one?” Qui-Gon blinked, resting a hand on Obi-Wan’s
shoulder as he leaned on the couch back, his fingertips gently
caressing Obi-Wan’s hairline. The copper haired master cleared his
throat, flushing a bit though from the touch or the information it
was up to anyone to guess.

“I may have stumbled into a few creatures in my travels.”

“Yes and the last tentacled one tried to mate with him.” Anakin
offered dryly.

“…Do I want to know how?” Qui-Gon questioned while teasing a
piece of Obi-Wan’s hair around his fingers and smiling when he
could spot a flush against the others skin.

“More likely not and I’m not going to tell you.” Obi-Wan
returned to the stew as Anakin glared at the hand playing with his
former masters hair. ‘Stupid Jinn.’

Suitless Vader having court while showing off his prisoner/lover obiwan wearing a collar.

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“We’ll need to have this removed. Its…tacky.” Anakin eyed the
large painting of Palpatine with distaste. Honestly, the man hadn’t
even considered him a threat. If it hadn’t worked out so
brilliantly, Anakin would feel inclined to be offended.

“Of course Emperor Vader.” Tarkin offered and Anakin smirked
inwardly even as he outwardly just rubbed his chin. The grand moff
had been severely displaced by Palpatine’s ‘unfortunate’
demise. He didn’t have the same level of knowledge to Anakin as he
had of Palpatine.

“That reminds me, the lower levels will have to be remod-”

“Anakin.”

One word and it was all the owner of the voice needed to take his
attention away from the contingent of his staff, the new emperor of
the Empire smiling at the tanned and beige clothed man moving towards
him. ‘Hmm, no, that won’t do. I’ll have to bring in a tailor.’
Anakin tilted his head as the man stopped in front of him.

“You called for me?” Obi-Wan asked, trying not to shift in
discomfort in front of all these former allies. There were no allies
in this place, not anymore he reminded himself.  Not even Ahsoka with
her yellowed eyes was an alley he could trust in this.

No, Obi-Wan was on his own.

He stayed still as the other mans hand carefully caressed the collar
he now wore.

It had been resting on the bed beside him when he woke, the collar
itself was exquisite, made of entwined strands of songsteel and
electrum with five kyber crystals gathered in a circle in the front
that glowed faintly blue against Obi-Wan’s throat. The inside was padded in a soft fabric so not to scratch Obi-Wan’s throat up.

The collar served several functions at once and it hadn’t taken
Obi-Wan long to figure it out. The first one was ownership, Anakin
owned Obi-Wan and he was making it clear to anyone who looked at him.
The second was as a manner to track Obi-Wan regardless where he went
as he knew there was a tracking chip in it. The third surprisingly
was freedom, Obi-Wan could now go ANYWHERE on Coruscant he wanted, as
long as he had the collar on.

“Yes, I wanted your input Obi-Wan.” Anakin stroked the rim of the
collar, feeling fragile skin beneath his fingers. “It seems to fit
well, snug…to snug?”

“No. Its…a good fit.” He glanced away before looking back, past
Vader to his ‘court’. Those smiles…

Green eyes narrowed slightly before he smiled softly up at Vader,
reaching up and resting a hand on his. “Anakin, would you consider
adding some funds to my search for new Force sensitive for the
temple? And for the repairs of the temple and its gardens?” He
requested softly, looking up at the other while caressing his hand
gently with his fingertips.

The blond blinked before stepping closer. “Of course, if that’s
what you want Obi-Wan. You don’t have to have a personal hand in
this though, Ahsoka is already planning to do so.”

“I know, but it would give me something…familiar to do.” The
Jedi murmured before glancing away almost shyly. “That is if its
not to much of a bother for you?”

The new emperor took his hand and kissed the back of it softly before
leaning in. “If it pleases you Obi-Wan, then its fine by me.” He
wrapped the other in his arms and over the Sith’s shoulder, Obi-Wan
stared at the displeased group of officials.

And then he smirked at them over the mans shoulder as he slid his arms back around the blond
holding him.

They could hold all the titles they wanted, they could try to curry
Vader’s favor all they wished and could bestow as many gifts to the
man as they may but in the end, in the very end, Obi-Wan was the one
who hold true power with Vader.

“Thank you Anakin.” He kissed the others cheek softly.

Vader finding winged!Obi after he cut off his wings, like baby, why

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It had not been easy.

It had not been easy at all to save the wings.

The wings were already decaying when they were found but Anakin found
a way to preserve them. A careful application of Force and then
connected to a web of nural interface to stimulate them into
believing they were still connected to a living being.

Anakin ran his hand over the soft feathers.

He could still see Obi-Wan for his inner eye, flying over the troops
they had commanded, his wings spread far to bring both rescue and
death from above. Or the way the wings would wrap around himself when
his master’s emotions finally got the better of him.

Like when Krell had turned on their men and had them fight each
other, the lack of trust in the clones eyes after that pivotal
moment.

A soft moment in the war of Obi-Wan sitting curled on a ledge with
his wings around himself, watching the sunrise before Anakin joined
him, both sitting together to watch the sun rise before a wing
wrapped around Anakin too as they sat there.

‘And now he’s out there, alone…wingless…hiding.’ Anakin ran
his hand over the soft wings again before shifting to hang them up on
the wall with the Force, the frame keeping them alive for now. He
would have to find Obi-Wan quickly, or the wings would die.

And perhaps Obi-Wan would die when the wings died?

That did not bear to think of.

Padme had died. His children had died. The Jedi order was dead and
who knew where Ahsoka was.

Yellow eyes flickered in the dim light from Mustafar’s lava. No,
Obi-Wan was not to leave him.

Anakin would find him and bring him home and he would never let
Obi-Wan leave again.

()()()()

He needs to run.

He knows that the moment he wakes but he can’t bring himself to
move at all from the bed he’s been using. Its been two months and
still he sleeps either on his stomach or his side despite the lack of
wings.

Obi-Wan didn’t even move when the door opened, tightening his arms
instead on the pillow in his grasp. He’s tired, to tired, he had
tried so hard and yet…yet…

The twins were dead. They had died while still on the shuttle away
from Mustafar, had been buried with their mother.

Luke and Leia, two bright spark of hope dead before they got to even
see the galaxy.

“Oh Obi-Wan, what have you done to yourself.”

He didn’t expect the gentle hands on him, didn’t expect the soft
flow of healing Force through his still aching back.

“What are you even doing here? So far out of the core. You didn’t
honestly think you could hide from me, did you?”

Obi-Wan blinked slowly before making a low noise as arms wrapped
around him to draw him up. “Easy does it Obi-Wan, lets get you
home.”

“…Home?”

“My home. Not the temple. Its alright.” Anakin frowned at the
lack of fight, he had expected a fight.

Yet all fight seemed to have gone out of the copper haired man
resting against his chest. He pressed his hand over the area he knew
had once been connected Obi-Wan’s wings to his body.

The man gave a low, piteous whimper but didn’t struggle.

“…Obi-Wan, are you well?”

“…I think you broke me Anakin.” The copper haired man whispered
back. “I think…I think everything I once held dear is gone and I
think I broke without it.”

“I’m still here.” Anakin shifted his arm around the other and
drew him into his arms. “I managed to salvage your wings, we may be
able to attach them again.”

“…I…don’t…I can’t…” Obi-Wan finally showed some life,
squirming against Anakin.

“Shh, its alright master, I’ll take care of you.” The blond
pressed his lips against the others temple, holding him tight. “I’ll
take care of you.”

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“He’s not waking.” Che pulled back with a sigh, looking to Yoda
and Anakin. “And I don’t know why. He’s in as good a health as
he can currently be, he’s even slightly better then before he woke
up last time. If I were to guess…” She hesitated a bit.

“Yes?” Anakin frowned.

“If I were to guess…he doesn’t want to wake up.” She sighed.

“True this could be. Tired we all are, running an army Kenobi has.”
Yoda grumbled from his platform before looking at Anakin. “A long
time weight has been on your former master’s shoulders, alone he
has often been with the weight of planets on it.” He rolled his
cane in his hands, frowning down at it.

The blond stared at him before looking at Obi-Wan, the burns from the
explosion healed away by Jedi’s of great skill.

How long had planets rested on the other mans shoulders?

Perhaps for far longer then the war, Anakin remembered a tired line
in his master’s eyes even before the war, from before he even
became a padawan. Something in Obi-Wan’s eyes that first day they
meet that only seemed to grow before the copper haired man hid it.

A smile that steadily got smaller and smaller as years passed and
Obi-Wan tried so hard to make genuine.

“To wake him, he will not let me.” Yoda grumbled again before
looking at Anakin and pointing his cane at the mans chest. “But
wake him you may.”

“How?” Anakin tried not to feel desperate.

“Into his mind you will have to go. Love you he does, care for you
he does, past his shields you can go where others are not permitted.
Bring him back you will have to.” Yoda sighed quietly. “Dangerous
it may be, lose you both we may if Obi-Wan’s defenses rise against
you and you are to far in his mind.”

“…But I could bring him back. I could bring back Obi-Wan.”

“Yes. Careful you must be. Inside Obi-Wan’s mind…his mind will
shape the world.”

()()()()()

Obi-Wan’s mind was not a happy place.

It takes Anakin several moments to oriente himself. Whatever he
expected past Obi-Wan’s shields, its not this…this tangle of
darkness and whispering shadows.

There’s cracks of lights here and there, a few bright orbs floating
around and flickering shadows that whispers that can’t be good
because they send shivers down Anakin’s back.

The knight takes a deep breath and starts walking, he needs to find
Obi-Wan, not these orbs or the shadows. “Obi-Wan?”

“Yes?”

He whirls, staring at the armored man before sighing. “You’re not
the real one.” Yoda had warned him of this.

The man in front of him smiles gently and shakes his head. “No. No
I’m not, apologies Anakin. I am the General, the one Obi-Wan thinks
everyone wants to see, the strong, calm and always ready to fight for
justice Jedi and brilliant tactician.” He looked around before
sighing. “Dreary place isn’t it?”

“…Not sure if I should be offended for his sake nor not…”
Anakin eyed the man warily. “Do you know where Obi-Wan is?”

“Somewhere in here. He’s hiding in his own mind…you may want to
follow the cracks of light though, that would be the best plan.”
The General gestured. “I warn you though, you may find things you
will not like along this way. Memories you have never thought about
or even heard of.”

“I already know about Bandomeer.”

The General smiled ever so carefully. “There are more memories here
then Bandomeer Anakin.”

The blond frowned then started to walk again, moving along the
cracks. A little orb stubbornly kept getting in his path and Anakin
sighed, reaching out to push it away only to be sucked into it. He
recognized this room, it was on Naboo, the day of the celebration.

“And…there we go.” He turned swiftly, staring at his younger
self with Obi-Wan, the older Jedi smiling gently as he finished
braiding Anakin’s braid.

“Wizard! Can I go show Padme and the handmaidens?” Had he really
been bouncing so much?

“Of course, but don’t take to much time Anakin.” The child ran
through Anakin and he made a low oufing noise before blinking as the
door snapped shut behind his younger self. He looked back to Obi-Wan
who’s smile was slowly fading away.

Obi-Wan sat down heavily, fingers brushing the spot where his own
braid had been only days before. A small keening cry escaped the mans
lips before Obi-Wan covered his mouth with both his hands, tears
rolling over his callused hands as he desperately sought to quiet
himself.

“Oh Obi-Wan.” Anakin moved towards the man, wanting, no needing
to comfort him only to be dragged out of the memory as a sob that
sounded like the word master came from the shaken man.

“You shouldn’t touch the orbs.” Anakin slowly looked towards
the voice, his hand still outstretched before it fell slowly.

Padawan Obi-Wan stood there with his arms around himself in a
oversized robe, looking faintly lost as he tried to smile at Anakin.

“You…who are you?”

“…I’m the Padawan. I’m how I think the Council still sees me
I guess. You shouldn’t touch the memories, you get dragged into
them if you do.” A whispering shadow passed by and both heard
crying come from it. “…You shouldn’t touch those either.”

“…What are they?” Anakin turned to this newest incarnation of
his master.

“…They’re my fears. My doubts. My pain. They’re the reason
why I sometimes wake up at night in a cold sweat and wonder if the I
was ever good enough. Good enough to be a padawan, good enough to be
a jedi, be your master, be a councilor or a general.” The Padawan
looked away. “Touching them will bring nothing good. You have
enough of your own doubts Anakin, I don’t want to infect you with
mine.” The man looked back at him before nodding. “You’ll find
the real Obi-Wan along the cracks, like the General thought. I’m
sorry you have to go the path alone though.”

“What are the cracks? What is all this darkness?” Anakin was
growing frustrated.

The Padawan hesitated before sighing, arms tight around himself. “The
light is the last thing holding Obi-Wan alive, the last will to fight
to remain alive. I’m sorry, I can’t tell you more then that.”
But he’s told Anakin enough as he looks around the dark cavern that
is Obi-Wan’s mind.

With so little light…

He needed to find Obi-Wan. He doesn’t stop even as several shadows
suddenly screams out with Obi-Wan’s voice, scream names, some which
Anakin knows, and others he doesn’t.

Cerasi.

Siri.

Qui-Gon.

Satine.

The list of names grow and then there’s a wordless sobbing,
something Anakin had never associated with his proud and strong
master until he had collapsed. He almost trips over the next
incarnation of Obi-Wan, a frightened looking teen of twelve, staring
up at him with wide green eyes.

“You…oh…oh Obi-Wan…” Anakin knelt down while staring at his
frightened looking version of his own master. “…This is how he
sees himself…isn’t it?” Anakin whispered quietly, gently
touching the teens upper arms.

The Initiate gave a slow nod. “Failed initiate, bound to be a
farmer, not worthy to be a Jedi…no master willing to take him on.
Always the second choice, never the first.”

Anakin swallowed. “…Is he close?”

The copper haired child stared at him before nodding again and
pointing. “See those cracks that look like chains? That pulses?
That’s where he is. A-Are you going to rescue him?”

“I have to. I care about him.” Anakin smiled at the Initiate and
slowly stood, looking at the cracks that turned into chains.

“Oh…Good luck then.”

The blond follows the cracks and then the chains until he finds
Obi-Wan. The Real Obi-Wan sitting on a platform of light that pulses
ever so faintly.

HIS Obi-Wan.

The copper haired man sits curled up with his knees drawn to his
chest to hide his face in them and his hands over his ears, several
shadows whispering to him and Anakin almost yells in rage when he
recognizes Palpatine in the dim of it.

But this is not the place to be angry, this is the place for
reassurance. He kneels down and places his hands slowly on Obi-Wan’s
knees. “Obi-Wan…Obi-Wan please look at me?”

“…Anakin?” Obi-Wan whispered, lifting his head a bit from his
knees to look at him. “What are you…doing here?”

“I came to bring you home.” The knight shifted closer slowly,
trying not to spook the other away. “I came to bring you back home
Obi-Wan.”

“…Why? You don’t need me…I’m just…a burden.” The copper
haired man swallowed hard.

“You’re Obi-Wan. My friend, my brother in arm and my mentor. My
first pick to have my back at any situation.” Anakin offered back
as he was close enough to wrap his arms around the other, tugging him
closer.

Obi-Wan slowly unfolded himself so Anakin could. “…First pick?”

“Yeah Obi-Wan. You’ve always been my first pick. I know it hasn’t
seemed like it in a long time, but you’re the one I want at my
side. My best friend.” Anakin rubbed the others back slowly. “Come
back with me?”

“…Okay…I…I think I may need help though Anakin.”

“You got it. You got all the help you need. I’ll be here for all
of it. I’ll make sure you get all the help you want.” Anakin held
tighter, watching the cracks spread and broaden ever so slightly.

()()()

He opened his eyes slowly, staring at Yoda and Che while holding
tightly onto Obi-Wan’s hand before he turned to look at the other
man.

“Successful
you were?”

“I found him. He said he’d come with me…” He stared at
Obi-Wan and felt his shoulders slump in relief as the other opened
his eyes slowly.

“Obi-Wan.”

“Anakin. What happened?”

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Qui-Gon opened the door quickly, throwing an anxious glance towards
the half open bedroom before returning his attention to the other
Jedi. “Mace, is this an official visit?”

“No, just a friend coming to see how you are.” The Korun master
offered, stepping in when the taller man stepped out of the way.

“Oh good, because I would have thrown you out if it was official.”
Qui-Gon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“That bad huh.”

“This is the first time he’s slept for more then two hours
without waking from nightmares.” Qui-Gon sighed quietly and
gestured for the other to follow him to the kitchen. “Tea?”

“Yes please.”

The man watched Qui-Gon putter in the kitchen quietly. “Has there
been any changes? At all?”

“None. He can wheeze but that’s about it. There’s some vague
noises but nothing the semblances words.” The long haired master
sighed quietly and set the kettle on, leaning against his counter to
look to the still half open bedroom door. “…I should have been
quicker.”

“You know there are other Jedi’s who can’t speak in the temple,
would it help Obi-Wan to meet them?”

“Are they mute by injury or because that’s their natural state?”

“…”

“The latter then. No, I don’t think that will help. I think
meeting others like him would though. Mute by injury or birth.” Qui-Gon rubbed his
neck. “And…I need to find a way to convince him he’s not
broken.”

“Is that what he thinks?” Mace frowned.

“That’s what the world would have him think at least.” Qui-Gon
frowned thunderously. “I understand a healers job is to help
someone but talking about fixing him like…he’s mute, he may heal
somewhat to be able to make more noises but this is the bottom line,
my padawan is mute. Its not the end of the world or his life.”
Qui-Gon took a deep breath.

“…He doesn’t need to be fixed. He just needs to be understood.”
Qui-Gon sighed.

“Well…there exists sign languages. Obi-Wan is good at learning.
And so are you, you must know some yourself?”

“Yes, some, enough to be understood but…it may be necessary for
me too to learn sign language.” Qui-Gon frowned a bit to himself
before smiling slowly. “Actually…that sounds like a plan. I learn
with him, learning to speak together.” He lifted suddenly brighter
blue eyes to Mace.

Mace gave a thin smile back. “That does sound like a plan Qui-Gon.
Perhaps others will want to learn too, we can get an instructor for
Coruscantian basic in the temple.” The long haired master chuckled
and nodded before jerking, moving past Mace with long steps and to
the half open bedroom.

Mace followed, startled before standing in the bedroom door as
Qui-Gon yanked Obi-Wan’s hands away from his own throat, the
padawan’s eyes wide and full of tears as he stared at the older
man.

“Its alright Obi-Wan, its alright, focus on me, breath with me.
You’re safe, you’re in the temple. That’s it, breath with me.”
Qui-Gon placed his padawans small hands on his chest. “That’s it,
feel how I breath and breath with me.”

There was a faint ring of bruises still around the copper haired
teens throat as he struggled to breath with his master. Mace watched
them until Obi-Wan let his forehead rest against the older mans
chest, a painful keen escaping him.

“Oh Obi-Wan, no. No its alright. Its not a bother.” Qui-Gon
wrapped his arms around the small teen.

‘They’re using their bond to communicate.’ Mace was inwardly
relieved, he could relay that to the council that Obi-Wan was able to
communicate with Qui-Gon at least. He slipped away before Obi-Wan
could notice him, letting Qui-Gon assure him as Mace took care of the
kettle and made tea.

“I’m right here for you padawan. I’m not leaving you
Obi-Wan…its going to be alright.”

Soft assurances filled the air and Mace wondered for a moment about
the question of attachment before carefully throwing the question
away to the deepest pits of his mind. It didn’t belong here and
now.

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“As it is Master Qui-Gon, my padawan
agrees that young Skywalker should become an Initiate of the temple.”
Obi-Wan kept his eyes forward as the long haired master glanced at
him in surprise. They had quarreled more often then not on their
combined missions so for Qui-Gon to hear that Obi-Wan agreed with him
had obviously taken him on the side.

“He does however not believe that you
should be the one to train him, based on the fact that your
connection to the living Force makes you very dismissive visions and
sensations of the future. Something I believe you know you do.”
Mace surveyed the master over his fingertips.

Yoda and a few of the others were
unhappy with the decision but the majority had agreed with Mace when
he had approached them with Obi-Wan’s sound reasoning to why Anakin
Skywalker should join the Order.

“As it stands, we have come to this
conclusion, Anakin Skywalker has to remain an Initiate for two years
before he can become a padawan, to give him time to learn the forms
and education that others who have lived here for life has had. He is
not expected to learn everything we have been taught from the crib,
but will be required to learn meditation and lightsaber forms,
etiquette and some law. After this it will be the Master who takes
him on case to further his education. Be it you, or someone else.”

Mace leaned back in his chair and took
a deep breath. “This will also give him time to recover. He is not
healthy. A lifetime as a slave does not ready him for a life as a
Jedi Master Qui-Gon. He needs time to hydrate, bulk up, improve his
general health and to go to the mind healers. He needs time.”

“This is the councils decision.
Anakin Skywalker will be allowed to join the Initiates, to learn and
improve his health, for two years. He will then become a padawan, if
you by that time have made a change, you may be his master. Or
someone else will be his master.”

()()()()()

“I feel I should thank you.”

Obi-Wan opened his eyes to stare at
Master Jinn, still kneeling in meditation on the cabin of the cruiser
taking them back to Naboo.

“I recognize that you talked to Mace
and you may be the primary reason they choose to let Anakin remain at
the temple.” Jinn let the doors close behind him and tucked his
hands into his sleeves. “And that you are also the primary reason
that Mace decided to send extra help to aid Naboo.”

“I assume you are talking about
Master Tholme and knight Vos.” Obi-Wan stood slowly, watching the
master.

“Yes. If it had been me alone, the
Council would have…protested my view of additional support.”

Perhaps always being the Maverick is a
lonely road.” Obi-Wan countered, stepping towards the man until he
was in front of him. “I however was raised by Mace Windu, and I
know the value of when and how to pit one against the other in
politics.”

“The council has become most stagnant
in the years. I find its easier to act first and ask for forgiveness
later.” The older master raised his chin.

Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes. “Yes, I am
quite aware of that. There is a reason I have been sent with you on
so many missions lately. The council has hoped that some of my
reasoning could make you more-”

“Obedient?” The older man raised
his brows.

“More considerate.” Obi-Wan crossed
his arms over his chest. “You have tendency to steamroll others
opinion if they don’t fit with yours.”

“I follow the Force.”

“Bantha shit.” The copper haired
youth offered blandly. “You sometimes pull that out of the air. Its
not always the Force you follow, but your own will. The Force would
not tell me something different then it would tell you.”

“Or perhaps you’re not listening
well enough.”

The two stood there, not exactly
glaring each other before Obi-Wan grunted and stepped past the older
man. “I have better things to do then to argue with you who wont
even listen.”

Qui-Gon grabbed him by the wrist,
stilling him. “Then why don’t you make me?”

A low growl escaped Obi-Wan before he
returned the grip and slammed Qui-Gon against the door, hands on the
taller mans shoulders as he pinned him to the durasteel. “You’re
playing games with me.” He narrowed his eyes.

“Only because you respond to them.”
Qui-Gon offered, smirking a bit before yelping when Obi-Wan grabbed
him by the tunic and dragged him down. He was stunned by lips
carefully ravishing his before he was shoved out of the suddenly open
door, staring at the smirking redhead. “Why yes, I do respond to
games.” The door shut and closed.

Qui-Gon stared at it for a few seconds
until a tiny snigger sounded down the hall and snapped his head to
stare at Knight Vos who was standing there with his arms over his
chest.

Qui-Gon cleared his throat and fixed
his clothes. “I…”

“Save it, I know how Obi-Wan plays
and he plays hard.” Vos laughed outright and turned down the hall.

()()()()

A gentle hand was holding his and
Obi-Wan slowly opened his eyes to meet his master’s, staring at the
Korun in confusion before making a low noise. “Wha…”

“You almost died. Jinn was able to
save you before your heart stopped. What were you thinking padawan,
going against the Sith on your own?” Mace scolded quietly, stroking
the callused hand with his own.

“Over…confidence…” Obi-Wan
rasped out then almost groaned in relief when the other gave him some
chipped ice cube pieces to suck on.

Mace shook his head then smiled softly.
“Well then padawan…you’ll be happy to learn that everything
went well. Quinlan managed to aid the pilots with the droid ship.
Tholme protected the queen and you and Jinn took care of the sith who
is currently in custody of the temple guardians.”

Obi-Wan closed his eyes at that.

“The only one badly injured were
you.” Mace raised his eyebrows at the other.

“Not sorry.” Obi-Wan grinned.

“Mhmm…also, Jinn’s requesting to
be paired with you for further missions in the future once you are
ready again. What did you do to that man?”

Obi-Wan smiled smugly. “Playing his
game.”

“…I do not want to know. But really
Obi-Wan, that man is older then me. And I thought you disliked him.”

The copper haired padawan contemplated
his options before shrugging. “Still kriffing hot.”