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Think tumblr ate the original. Obi-wan as Plo Koon’s padawan.Your writing’s amazing!

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“How old are you Initiate Kenobi?” Plo wasn’t suppose to be here.
He was suppose to be on his way out on a mission but a delay in
schedule had given him a few more days and he had wandered nearer the
creche then he usually did.

“Twelve…” The copper haired child in front of him murmured and
Plo can’t help but be surprised. He’s tall for his age for a human,
tall and broader but there’s what humans call baby fat still in those
cheeks.

“Twelve…but no master?” He asked gently and sees the shoulders
flinch.

“…No master. None have taken me.” Obi-Wan swallowed heavily,
staring at his feet.

“You’re strong though.” Plo frowned inwardly in confusion. How is
it that no one has taken this child?

“They…they claim its because I’m clumsy and quick to anger.”
Obi-Wan shuffled in front of this Master.

“They?”

“…My…My former creche mates.” Obi-Wan whispered.

Plo can hear the unspoken ‘bullies’ in those words. This little one
had been taunted, he could feel it in the dejected sense in the
other.

“Indeed…perhaps you’d like to share meditation with me young
Obi-Wan, unless you are busy?” Plo gestured for the child to follow
him, the copper haired Initiate doing so quickly but a tinge of
confusion in his aura as he did.

“I’d like that Master, all my chores are done as is my homework.”
He followed the man and Plo felt himself impressed. A dedication to
his work obviously.

And he found the child could listen when they settled to meditate,
easily following Plo despite being obviously agitated by his own age
and lack of master. The feeling of dejection and failure lingered in
the meditation but past that…

Past that Plo found a spark of something that should never be
stilled.

This spark would fade to obscurity if he was shown out of the order.
Obi-Wan was to be a knight, he could tell that, feel it in his very
bone and Plo let out a long breath through his rebreather.

“Initiate Obi-Wan. I feel that I should take more time, but I would
like to extend the offer of being my padawan.” Plo murmured,
feeling sudden shock in the air as wide green eyes focused on him. “I
will understand if you wish to think about it of course, this is
sud-”

Arms wrapped around him as child threw himself at Plo and hugged him
tightly. “No I want to!” He gasped and Plo smiled under his mask
while wrapping his arms around the child in return, brushing his hand
over the hair. “Then I believe…you will need a new haircut and we
will need to go in front of the council.”

Obi-Wan looked up at him with wide delighted eyes before remembering
himself and pulling back. Plo found he hoped the child would remain
affectionate in private as he stood and offered his hands to the
copper haired human, holding those hands tightly in his own.

Could you maybe write more old ben? Maybe something like Empire Day, the day his life ended when Anakin became Sith and the Republic fell, rolls around and Ben goes to hide himself away (stressing out Qui and Mace and Quin in the process)?

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“He’s not in the commissary, the guards didn’t see him leave the
temple and he hasn’t gone into the archives.” Mace had commed every
last one of the guards to ask for status and reports and even asked
Jocasta if she had seen him.

But Ben was gone, as if sunk into the earth.

Qui-Gon rubbed his forehead. “He felt strange this morning, I
didn’t take to much notice of it honestly with his occasional mood
switches but…” He felt guilty, something had been going on
obviously but he figured if Ben had wanted to talk to him about it,
the other would.

Yet here they were, Ben no where to be found though he hadn’t left
the temple.

“I checked out all the salles, asked the padawans and the healers,
none of them have seen him either.” Quinlan joined them, his
usually grinning face set in one large frown.

“And he wasn’t in my quarters, his quarters or any of yours. Or
Yoda’s.” Qui-Gon ran his fingers through his hair in agitation.
“Obi-Wan has not seen him either and he’s down checking the cre-no
he’s not there either.”

“Room of a thousand fountains?” Mace suggested.

“No, I asked padawans Bant, Garen and Reef to check there. None of
them have checked in with me so not there.” Quinlan countered.

“Where has that man gone…” If Ben still wasn’t so unstable, he
would have suggested a pair bond just for the closeness it would have
brought. But with his shields still so tattered it would be hard on
Ben’s mind to accept a Force bond still.

“You’d think he’d be better, remember to…to inform us where he’s
going. Its closing in on two years now.” Qui-Gon sighed.

“Hey…” Quinlan frowned at him and Qui-Gon waved his hands. “I’m
not blaming him, I’m worried that’s all. I guess…I was starting to
think the healers were closing in on proper treatment.”

“He’s a lot better then he was. He can manage to keep up in a
conversation even if he loses it now and then and his short term
memory is shoddy. But he’s still there now, he doesn’t just slip
through the cracks.” The kiffar countered.

“What is more important right now is to find him.” Mace stepped
in, waving his hands. “Its at least five hours since someone saw
him last, he has medicine he has not taken, its doubtful he has eaten
and if he’s had something to drink in that time, I’m a bantha’s
uncle.”

Qui-Gon closed his eyes at that and took a deep breath. “He’s
right. Where have we NOT looked?”

“Well…the hangers but there’s always people there…”

“The lower bowels of the temple.” Mace offered up after a few
moments, frowning hard. “No one goes there, there hasn’t been
reason to…would Ben know how to get there even?”

“…He might.” Qui-Gon started walking quickly. “I’ll check.”

“I’m coming with you, Quinlan, go and fetch his medicine in case we
find Ben.”

The Kiffar nodded unhappily but went to fetch the medicine.

Mace stepped into the elevator with Qui-Gon and used his councilor
clearance to get access to the lower levels. “If he did go down
there he’d have to use the stairs Qui-Gon…”

“I know. Lets hope he hasn’t gone down there and the padawans finds
him in the gardens.” Qui-Gon murmured.

A hope in vain. Not far from the elevator there was a door ajar and
soft trails of someone walking recently, the brush of a robe stirring
up the ancient dust. Mace pulled his lightsaber and activated it as a
light source, nodding to Qui-Gon to go first.

He tracked the disturbed dust until they went into a larger room, for
what purpose Qui-Gon could only guess and at any other time it may be
fascinating but at the moment all that mattered was the huddled form
sitting against a pillar, staring into the dark.

Qui-Gon’s first instinct was anger then just sadness as he latched
onto the emotions Ben was spewing into the Force.

“Oh Ben.” He moved to the other and knelt down in front of him,
taking cold hands. “Ben what are you doing down here, how did you
even get down here?” He whispered, his voice echoing despite the
quietness of his words. Mace held the lightsaber a bit higher for
more light as he watched quietly but Qui-Gon could feel the others
relief at finding Ben.

Faded green continued staring into the dark and Qui-Gon shot Mace a
quick look before rubbing those cold hands steadily. “Ben?”

“…Its Empire day.” Ben whispered back.

Empire, what had taken over for the Republic. Empire day…

“I lost everything. I lost everyone. I hurt my own padawan. Empire
day.” Ben hands slowly squeezed down on Qui-Gon’s hot hands,
trembling as he did. “Empire day…when so many lights went out and
darkness encroached on everyone like a stalking nexus. The Emperor
rose and my padawan knelt for him and swore fealty to a Sith.”
Ben’s voice hitched.

“Oh Ben…you came down here to hide…” Qui-Gon shifted closer
on his knees and pulled the other man into his lap, holding the dust
covered cold man to his chest. “Ben you can’t be down here though,
for one its not good for your for bones.” He pressed a kiss to the
others temple and looked up at Mace to see him frowning towards one
of the halls. “Mace?”

“…There’s something dark down here. I can feel it…can you?”
The Korun murmured.

The other master blinked then slowly stood, pulling Ben up and
holding him against his chest as he peered towards the dark hall. He
narrowed his eyes as felt a whisper against his mind. “I…yes. Yes
I can. What is that?”

Against his chest Ben shifted, shuddering. “Sith…” He
whispered.

Mace head snapped to Ben, staring at him before taking a deep breath.
“Alright, I’ll bring a team down here to examine this later. But
for now we need to get him to his or your quarters Qui-Gon. He needs
his medicines and I think he needs warm tea.”

Qui-Gon nodded and slid his own robes of and wrapped them around Ben
before outright picking him up with a bit of Force enhanced strength.
“Lets go Ben.”

The salt and pepper haired master made a low noise then dropped his
face into the others shoulder. “Ow…” He whispered.

“I’m sorry Ben. Did I hurt you?” Qui-Gon murmured.

“No? Yes? Stairs…”

Mace and Qui-Gon traded looks. “He’s going to need rest time
tomorrow. I’ll talk with Healer Che so she knows he’s been found and
what to expect.”

“Good, thank you. Lets get back to the elevator.” Qui-Gon glanced
backward at the dark feeling then started moving, Ben more important
at that moment. Beside, Mace was going to get a team on it, more then
likely more knowledgeable Archivists and perhaps Yoda himself.

Hi! Can we have some more of the AU where Obi-Wan becomes Mace’s padawan?

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“Now padawan…the vapaad uses the darkness inside of you. It hones
it into the weapon  we should both fear and respect.” Mace talked
quietly, watching Obi-Wan closely, making sure the teen was listening
closely to him.

So far he had kept Obi-Wan mostly to Ataru based on the lads athletic
build and swift reaction but it was time expand the fifteen year old
grasp.

“It uses the darkness that lingers in here.” He put one hand to
the copper haired teens chest and the other on his own, right over
their hearts. “And works it, it takes the rage of our opponents and
works it into our style. The vaapad is not for everyone, its complex
and often speaks against itself and the philosophy of the Jedi. The
vaapad takes pleasure in winning, its aggressive and its demanding.
Both on the body and the mental. The darkness from your opponent
creates a loop of energy that you use against them.”

He was gratified to see Obi-Wan take it all in with the same calmness
he had taken to meditating with Mace. But he expected nothing less of
the young man that was emerging from this coltish teen.

“It is also a state of mind padawan. Stray to far and the darkness
may take you. I would not wish that for you Obi-Wan, so remember to
be cautious when you use this form.” Mace leaned down and rested
his forehead against the boys, both staring into each others eyes.

“I understand Master.” Obi-Wan finally murmured.

“Good…now you have to think like me. When you utilize the
vaapad…you are the predator Obi-Wan. You will win or you will not
eat, winning is the goal and the satisfaction is to be felt.” Mace
murmured quietly before pulling back.

“Now we begin. Copy me padawan, and we shall see if the vaapad is
for you to learn.” He slid into the starting pose of the vaapad,
feet spread apart and knees slightly bent while raising his sword in
his dominant hand.

He watched from the corner of the eye as Obi-Wan copied the move
perfectly. But this was only the start.

He soon started to slide from position to position, some blocking,
some slashing, keeping it simple for now.

He soon enough heard Obi-Wan’s heavy breath as he followed. The
intent was not there yet, that made the vaapad so dangerous both for
wielder and enemy but when the katas were in, Obi-Wan would reach
that mark…perhaps.

As he moved those poses that were a second nature to him, Mace let
his mind wander, tried to reach for the Force to see.

See the knight that would one day be beside him.

Shorter then him, wearing tan and beige, his copper hair long in the
back and short in the front with a matching beard. Glowing green eyes
staring back with a half smirk on his lips that was almost hidden
away by the beard as he rested a hand on the hilt on his belt, the
other on his hip.

This was the knight Obi-Wan had the potential to become.

Head held high, somewhat more broad chested then Mace with clear eyes
and a cockiness that almost verged on the edge of arrogance yet with
something sly and kind lingering in those green eyes. A tactician and
negotiator with no issues to back up his words with the power that
rested in those broad shoulders.

This would be the padawan Mace would raise.

He itched to see it one day.

The Hardeen ficlet is amazing! Any chance of a continuation showing how Obi-Wan arranging to warn Anakin (essentially choosing him over the stupid council) screws over Palpatine’s trying to turn Anakin against Obi-Wan?

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“My lad! Its wonderful to see you again.” Palpatine beamed warmly
at the young man, taking in the relaxed stance and calm aura while
seething on the inside.

Why was the man so calm?

Kenobi had acted dead. Had taken a blast to the chest and been
brought away in a cadaver shuttle and his pretend body BURNED at a
pyre where Anakin himself had been witness to it. Had been forced to
run after Kenobi’s ‘killer’ even and all because the Council had
demanded it of Kenobi.

Yet here he was, calm as a cucumber, smiling warmly back to
Palpatine.

“Chancellor, its nice to see you too. I was informed you wanted to
see me though?” Anakin tilted his head.

“Yes, I was worried about this affair with Master Kenobi, I do hope
it hasn’t harmed anything between the two of you?” He put on his
usual concerned expression and almost screamed in rage when Anakin
only smiled in return.

“No, not at all. Everything is alright with us.”

“Indeed? After he lied to you?” Palpatine watched the small
twitch of Anakin’s eye with care, stapling his fingers together. That
little thing, telling him that Anakin knew something more that he
wasn’t telling.

“Well, yeah, under the order of the Council. Its not like Obi-Wan
can fight against the whole order on his own.” Anakin shrugged then
tilted his head. “But I’m sorry to cut this short, I am shipping
out with my troopers and with the 212. Unless there was something
else you needed?” The blond Jedi smiled warmly.

“No, no, I was just worried about your state of mind lad.”
Palpatine smiled back, his insides screaming with rage.

He waited until the knight had given a slight bow before slipping out
of the office.

His face twisted into a enraged scowl and without thought he grabbed
a priceless crystal artifact of his desk and threw it at the wall.

Damn that Kenobi!

If Palpatine could ever get his hands on the man, he’d choke him to
death with his bare hands and watch the light die out in his eyes.
Slowly and steadily, perhaps even let go so he could come back and
then finish him of for good. Let him know he was failing with every
second he couldn’t breath.

On the other side of the closed door, the Jedi blinked in surprise at
a shattering noise inside the office and traded a confused look with
the secretary.

Then he shrugged when no other noises escaped and headed out of the
Senate. He had to go meet Obi-Wan before they shipped out!

Could you write something about blind!Obi-Wan and the 212th?

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“Anakin, please stop mussing with my hair.” Obi-Wan sighed
tiredly.

“Its out of place, its sticking up in the back. You should have
kept it long.” Anakin huffed back at him before carefully touching
the edges of the facial scarring the man had. “And these look sore,
have you been applying bacta to it like you’re suppose to?”

They were both ignoring their troops who were watching them interact
and bicker.

The 501 were already known with their General, Skywalker was
notorious and reckless.

His brother padawan however…

The blind General was huffy and sarcastic and now in charge of 212,
General Jinn having been released to the temple after suffering sever
damage at the hands of Ventress.

“Trading a old General for a blind one. Lucky.” Rex whispered
teasingly to Cody who sharply elbowed him in return. “Have some
respect Rex, General Kenobi has several battle accomplishments on his
records. And General Jinn was wonderful if unorthodox” He murmured
sharply in return.

Inwardly he was a bit worried though. A blind General, what if the
clankers got to close, what if blasters hit him, what if he got
separated from the troops?

They’d have to stick closer to this General then they had to General
Jinn.

Or so they tried at least.

There was something difficult about keeping up with a Jedi who’d
suddenly unsnap his cane to reveal his lightsaber and then rush on
ahead when one of the smaller teams got in trouble, jumping inhumanly
fast and inhumanly far to land right in front of Boil, Waxer and
Tracker and deflecting each blast with like any seasoned Jedi.

He sent the entire contingent of droids flying with one Force push
once the deflected shot hit enough back to ease the load before
turning. “Now, up. Tracker I can feel that leg wound, Boil and
Waxer, back to the line, medic help.” The General snapped sharply
before blocking a new onslaught of shots until General Skywalker
landed beside him.

“Taking all the fun Obi-Wan?!” He laughed.

“Hardly, but you’re welcome to step in Anakin.” The older man
drawled before quite pointly pulling Anakin behind him to avoid a
blaster impact. “And do watch your back, I’d rather not explain to
Qui-Gon how you were sent after him on my watch.”

“Hey! I can protect myself.”

“Tell that to the lightsaber wound on my lower back.”

“Oh low blow Obi.”

“No lower then the one you aimed at me.” But the scarred and
blind Jedi was smirking. Obviously whatever memory the scar was, it
was a good one.

“Now, incoming!” He took another leap forward and Cody scrambled
to follow as his helmet scrambled with static before Rex voice
sounded.

“Vod, trade with me. I like your General.”

“Find your own blind Jedi.” Cody smirked viciously. Oh he LIKED
this Jedi.

I LOVED the prompts about Anakin saying he wished that Obi-Wan had died on Naboo instead of Qui-Gon, and then Obi-Wan getting caught in the bombing.I humbly request a continuation of those. It would be awesome if Obi could come really close to death/maybe even die for a little bit. Maybe Obi-wan also apologizes for living while he’s delirious (I’m sorry I didn’t die, I’m sorry I failed you, I’m sorry I failed Qui-Gon). You’re awesome! <3

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His heart had given out.

Anakin had felt it, like a flash of pain through his whole body when
it happened until the Healer had forced him back, like a fizzle of
electric current through the air with his hands on Obi-Wan’s chest.

Obi-Wan’s entire body had lifted of the bed for a second and then
thumped back down but he was breathing again. Anakin clenched his
hands, desperately wishing he could help and only Snips hand on his
waist kept him from being in the way.

He looked at her, meeting the Togruta’s blue eyes with his own. They
looked frightened.

“Its okay Snips, its okay.” He wrapped her in his arms, pulling
her to his chest as he watched the healers, stroking over her
monterals slowly with his mecha hand. “He’s going to be alright, we
got him to the healers, to the temple.” He whispered as much for
his own benefit as hers.

He needed Obi-Wan to be alright. If he lost Obi-Wan…

There were so few things really keeping him to the Order as it was.
If Obi-Wan really died…

He clung to Ahsoka.

‘Anakin?’

A fleeting brush against his mind and the young knight jerked his
head up to stare at Obi-Wan, still on the healer’s table, being
worked over with the Force. ‘Obi-Wan, oh thank the Force. Obi-Wan
you need to fight!’

‘Why? Should
have died…sorry didn’t die. Always fail everyone. Always failing.
I’m sorry.’ Obi-Wan’s weak,
fluttering voice returned.

Anakin’s
nails dug a bit into Ahsoka’s arms on accident. ‘Master no.
No I didn’t mean it. You need to come back. You were always my
master, you taught me, you explained to me, you were always patient
with me. Master please don’t leave me. Without you…I won’t know
what to do Obi-Wan.’

‘But…you
said…’

‘I was angry
Obi-Wan. You know me. I’m to emotional. I didn’t mean it. I wasn’t
thinking. I miss Qui-Gon, I always will but he wasn’t suppose to be
my Master. You were. Always you Obi-Wan. My master, my friend and my
brother in all the ways that matter. Please don’t leave me!’

Anakin wondered for a moment if he had reached through to the man
when suddenly the healer exclaimed. “He’s gone into a healing
trance on his own! Thank the Force! That’s it Kenobi you sonofabitch.
Heal!”

Anakin could have started to cry. Obi-Wan wasn’t going to leave him
after all.

He buried his face in the monterals of his padawan and clung to the
teenager in his arms, feeling how she went boneless against him in
similar relief.

Obi-Wan was fighting to live, for them. For Anakin.

What would Cody and Rex’s reaction be to their «dad» Jango flirting with their lover Obi-wan. In an AU where Jan go survives Geonosis.

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“I don’t like sending him to you, but
he is still a brilliant fighter and he’s agreed to oversee the
training battle between the 212 and the 501.” Mace Windu’s holo
face grimaced and he crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m sure he’ll behave.” Obi-Wan
offered diplomatically. “The stipulation of his amnesty was that
he’d take bounties and work for the Republic in return for the safety
of him, Boba and a secure apartment for him and his child.”

“I still don’t like working with
him.” Mace grumbled. “He should be landing any moment in Slave 1.
And if that isn’t a unfortunate name for a ship then I don’t know.
May the Force be with you Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan nodded. “And you master
Windu.” He stepped back and ran a hand over his face, turning when
he felt a gentle hand on his waist. “And thank you for behaving.”

Rex grinned. “What can I say, I’m
picking up more tact.” He nuzzled the other lightly before there
was a throat clearing behind them.

“He’s to land any moment. We can’t
start anything now.” Cody reminded them and Obi-Wan sighed before
nodding. “Yes, of course.” He stepped away from Rex, pretending
not to see the blond trooper pout before they both followed him out
of the comms room to the landing pads.

“I hate you sometimes vod.”

“Love you too Rex.” Cody smirked as
they followed behind Obi-Wan.

The three of them stood there as the
ship came in and parked carefully. Obi-Wan remained his relaxed state
but Rex and Cody couldn’t help but straighten up a bit as their
original template came down the ramp of Slave 1.

Jango glanced at them then focused on
the calm faced Jedi in front of him, a small smirk crossing the mans
lips as he stood in front of the other man. “Kenobi.”

“Jango.” Obi-Wan tilted his head
then gestured. “Anakin is with the rest of the troops still setting
up the field. Thank you for agreeing to supervise.” The Jedi
started walking, Jango falling into step with him.

“If I have to work with a Jedi, I’d
rather it be you Kenobi.”

Was it just Rex or was there a leering
quality to their templates voice?

He glanced quickly at Cody to notice
his vod’s nose flaring in displeasure. Okay then, it wasn’t something
he imagined.

“Ah, yes. I hear you’ve been
antagonizing the others.” Obi-Wan continued as if oblivious about
the displeasure at his back and the rather…hot emotions running
beside him.

“Not so much as just disliking
working with them. Did you cut your hair?” Jango’s fingertips
brushed the end of Obi-Wan’s carefully maintained hair, two
fingertips lingering at his nape before removing themselves.

“Trimmed. Not cut. Its a bit of a
hassle to have long hair in a war, I find it easier to keep it
short.”

“Sirs.” Cody cleared his throat as
loudly as he could, gesturing. “We have a tent prepared for Fett,
its this way.” In the opposite direction to where Obi-Wan’s tent
was. “Follow me please?”

“Later then Jango. We’ll be observing
with Anakin from there.” Obi-Wan gestured. “Cody and Rex will be
leading, to prove that clones can skillfully handle themselves
without Jedi intervention should it be necessary.” There was a
unsaid, to the Senate, in those words. Jedi already knew what the
clones could do, trusted them with their lives when they themselves
were down.

“Yes, I look forward to it Kenobi.”
Jango gave him a lingering smirk before moving away, following the
quickly walking Commander.

“…Rex…please try to behave. I
already belong to both you and Cody. Not Jango.” Rex tensed a bit
then stepped closer to the General.

“We know that. He doesn’t.”

“Oh I think he does. He just doesn’t
care. But trust me when I say that I’m more then content with ours.”
Obi-Wan smiled at him and gave a quick glance about before leaning in
and pressing a barely there kiss to Rex cheek before whispering into
his ear. “And its with you and Cody I spend my nights.”

He stepped back, pretending not to see
Rex skin flush red in pleasure. “Now, lets go see if Anakin’s
finished preparation for tomorrow.”

“Yes sir!”

How would little Anakin and Shmi react to Old Ben? Maybe after they’re freed from Tatooine and brought to the temple?

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Watching from a slightly elevated
platform, faded green quickly spot the blond head as Shimi Skywalker
steps of the shuttle after Depa with her in her arms, her large kind
eyes looking around in awe at the temple.

But it was the awed blue eyes that
caught Ben’s attention.

‘Oh Anakin…’ He couldn’t help the
melancholic smile that crossed his face at the sight of the five year
old that was clinging to his mother.

Older then normal yes but not to old.
Not like last time.

The council had listened to him.

Had sent Depa to find Shimi on
Tatooine.

And there they were. He had never meet
Shimi but he could see where Qui-Gon had gotten the impression that
she was kind. There was a quality of something gentle in her
expression and very Force nature despite the harsh life she had
lived.

But next to Anakin it got overwhelmed.
More then one Jedi was stumbling in shock while Ben just stood there,
taking in the familiar if younger essence of the boy he had raised to
a man once.

“That’s him?” Qui-Gon stopped by
Ben’s side, sliding a arm around the others waist with care.

“Yes. That’s my little nova. Or…was
my little nova.” Ben shifted to lean against Qui-Gon’s taller and
warmer sense. “…You abandoned me for him.” Ben whispered and
the other man clung tightly to him at that. “What?”

“When we found him…he was nine,
almost tent.” Ben whispered again, watching Depa lead the
Skywalkers through the hanger. “And the council was…”

Qui-Gon closed his eyes at that. “I
would have insisted he’d be trained with that kind of power. I found him…Force…you would
have been twenty five…I would have been rushing your training if I
did that.” He shifted Ben closer to him, feeling the other tuck his
head on Qui-Gon’s shoulder.

“…I was so angry for so long.
Because you died…died without us talking. Died and left me with all
your responsibilities…but I won’t regret Anakin, he was…so good, my little nova.
You may have found a different way had we had more time.” Ben
murmured.

Qui-Gon tightened his arms on the other
man then frowned. “You’re shivering.”

“I’m cold.”

“You forgot your robe.” Qui-Gon
shifted out of his and slid it around Ben’s slimmer shoulders,
stroking the braid over his shoulder and caressing the salt and
pepper strands with care. “Its alright, you can use mine.”

“Its big.” Ben smiled up at him.

“I’m big so it has to match.”
Qui-Gon grinned back before leaning down and pressing his forehead
against Ben’s. “I don’t know what my future self was thinking. I
don’t have the words to apologize Ben. But things are different now.
And I’m the man that is. And I’ve gone several steps to mend the
fences I didn’t know had broken down with Obi-Wan since you arrived.”

“Been a year and half, hasn’t it.”
Ben mused, taking comfort in the large robes and somehow larger then
life hands on him.

“Mhmm, two months since I started
courting you.” Qui-Gon took Ben’s hand in his, guiding him out of
the cold hanger. “Do you want to talk to them?”

Them of course being the Skywalkers.

“I don’t know…I never meet Shimi
before. And Anakin…last time I saw him he wasn’t my Anakin.”

“Stands to reason he isn’t your
Anakin now either.” Qui-Gon pointed out with care.

“True…he’s even younger then he was
back then.” Ben smiled at that thought. “And him joining the
temple should go smoother.” He leaned against Qui-Gon’s side. “If
its the will of the Force that we meet, then we shall but for
now…I’d love something to eat and then perhaps a trip to one of the
meditation gardens.” He squeezed the others hand.

Qui-Gon grinned instantly and changed
direction for the commissary. “Of course Ben.”

()()()()()

He felt the eyes on him as he sat by
the little pond of the garden.

It would be impossible not to feel them

But Ben had always been attuned to
those eyes and the power behind them, though untrained as they were
now. He opened his eyes slowly to meet the blue eyes that were so
familiar to him.

“…Hello youngling.” He smiled.

“Hello…you’re a Jedi, aren’t you?”
Anakin Skywalker was bouncing shyly back and forth on his feet, hands
tucked behind his back.

“Indeed I am. You’ve seen quite a few
of them today.” Ben tilted his head and Anakin nodded, beaming. He
was missing one of his front teeth and Ben felt his heart thump at
the sight at his former padawan’s smile.

“Uhu. But you feel different.”
Anakin shuffled then moved to sit beside Ben. “You feel…like when
I fix droids.”

“Oh?” Ah, the innocence of a
youngling with no filter. But Ben didn’t want to silence Anakin
anyway, he did wonder why Anakin was in a meditation garden alone
though.

Anakin scrunched his nose up. “Uhu,
like parts are missing.”

“Hmm, you are a bit right there young
one. I’m unfortunately a bit broken.” Ben chuckled softly at the
boy then offered his hand to him. “My name is Ben Kenobi.”

“Anakin Skywalker, pleased to meet
you!” Anakin grasped the big hand and beamed wildly at him.

‘A new chance, a new life…’ Ben
smiled softly. “Are you going to become a Initiate Anakin?”

“Uhu! The Jedi that bought us here
said I’m very strong! She even bought mom along and mom’s suppose to
start working for someone named Dex!” Ben closed his eyes at that,
smiling a bit more. ‘Qui-Gon you sly dog…’

Dex would take care of Shimi. Though
how the other man had been able to convince Dex to hire her he was
unsure since Dex preferred his droids.

“They even took care of the
transmitters inside us.” Anakin continued, unaware of Ben falling
into his own memories as he let Anakin’s excited voice wash over him.

“Anakin!” They both looked up as
Shimi hurriedly walked towards them, looking both relieved and a tiny
bit angry.

“Mom! I found a new friend!” Anakin
beamed then shuffled when he took note of her anger. “Uhoh…”

“I’m glad you found a friend Anakin
but you weren’t suppose to wander of like that.” Shimi held out her
hand to him and took the child’s hand firmly before turning
apologetic eyes to Ben. “I’m sorry if he’s been a bother Master
Jedi. We were having a tour and when I turned around he was…well.
Apologies.”

“Don’t apologize. He’s a energetic
breath of fresh air.” Ben smiled, his smile turning wider when
Qui-Gon slipped into the garden and came over. He accepted the
offered arm and was slowly helped up by the other Jedi, his knee
making a loud snapping sound as he did. “Mmmn…”

“Are you alright Ben?” Qui-Gon
frowned then smiled at Shimi, bowing his head a bit while letting Ben
lean on him. “Greetings Lady Skywalker.”

Shimi looked between the two Jedi’s,
taking in the way Ben was obviously leaning on Qui-Gon for support
and Qui-Gon’s unsurprised face at it. “I wasn’t aware I was known
here.” She offered softly.

“Not so much, but Shaak Ti told us
via coms that your little one had escaped during a tour. I can call
her to the garden if you wish?” He shifted his arm around Ben’s
waist once the man was up.

“Oh, would you? She was showing us
around but Anakin…” She sighed.

“Children are curious. He’s a fresh
breath of air Lady Skywalker and he means no harm. He’s to become a
Initiate I hear?” Qui-Gon pulled his com of his belt.

“Yes. He’s…he’s a little miracle.
He’s strong too the healers here said.” Shimi smiled down at her
son and squeezed his hand slowly. “He’s going to be a wonderful
Jedi.”

Qui-Gon smiled warmly at that. “I’m
sure he will.” He called Shaak up to inform here where both Shimi
and Anakin was, taking note of how Ben’s head was sinking onto his
arm. ‘Tired Ben?’

‘Very. I think the day has been long
for me, with chores, training, therapy, healers and this.’

‘Don’t worry. I’ll get you to your
quarters and we can have tea. It will be alright.’ Qui-Gon assured.

Ben opened his eyes to look down at
Anakin Skywalker, a soft smile crossing his face. ‘You know what
Qui-Gon…I think it will be.’

Qui-Gon saved by Chosen One!Obi-Wan back on Naboo and after he wakes up, is told by the council that Obi-Wan was the Chosen one the entire time instead of Anakin?

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‘There’s things about me you just don’t know master.’

He had wanted to ask Obi-Wan to train Anakin. The boy needed to be
trained, especially with the reappearance of the Sith. His pain was
bubbling through him from his stomach though and Obi-Wan’s whispered
words through their Force bond made no sense.

Qui-Gon was floating away though, towards that warmth and light and
towards a understanding of the other side of the Force.

‘I’m not ready to let go Master.’

He wanted to apologize to Obi-Wan but it was to late, everything was
to late. Qui-Gon closed his eyes and felt Obi-Wan rest his forehead
on his.

’I am not letting go.’

Hooks grasped onto him, dragging him back, Obi-Wan’s arms tight
around him, his very Force sense larger then life suddenly.

And for a while that was all Qui-Gon knew, floating in darkness with
Obi-Wan’s Force wrapped around him, holding him together and keeping
him safe.

He woke to the medical air of Naboo with sunlight streaming in from a
window, Obi-Wan sitting in the window sill peering out with dark bags
under his eyes as the light framed him and shone through his copper
hair.

He looked like ancient depictions of the fallen creatures of legos
moons. Of angels as Anakin had so plainly put it for Padme.

And then he just looks like Qui-Gon’s tired and worn down padawan.

“Obi-Wan.” He croaked, almost smiling when the other almost fell
of the window sill in surprise, the copper haired mans legs tangled
in the blanket that had been laying over it. Qui-Gon spotted a pillow
too and wondered if Obi-Wan had been sleeping in that window sill to
keep a eye on him.

“Master!” The padawan stood and moved to him, grabbing a hand and
clinging to him.

“You…have some explaining…to do.” Qui-Gon breathed out before
groaning in relief as sudden Force energy filled him from the bond he
had to his padawan.

“Not really. Omission is not the same as lying Master.” Obi-Wan
murmured.

“Your level of skill…”

“Desperation.” Obi-Wan countered quickly.

“Fierce desperation with just enough power…who were your parents
Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon clung to that hand, staring at him, that day in
the council room suddenly back to haunt him. Obi-Wan’s sullen silence
and parsec flinch.

Obi-Wan shrugged. “I never bothered to find out. I was given to the
temple young.”

“Perhaps…I’ve been mistaken.” Qui-Gon murmured, staring at the
other man.

“…Perhaps you have. But perhaps its to late to change things?”
Obi-Wan eyed him.

“You’re still my padawan.”

“For now. You made it clear you wanted to train Anakin in front of
the council.” Obi-Wan pulled his hand back and shields went high
and tight around the bond, effectively cutting Qui-Gon off from him.

Was this the same loneliness he had condemned his padawan to in those
chambers?

“Obi-Wan, I…”

“I know. But I’m not a little boy anymore Master. I know I am a
Jedi, I know I belong. What you did…was close to repudiation in
front of all the council members. Capable you said…I’ll be a knight
soon. And you will have your new padawan.” Obi-Wan stood there with
the light framing him.

Qui-Gon felt as if the man was slipping from his grasp like smoke.
“Padawan…”

“I forgave you so many times in the past, for faults I imagined as
my own when you abandoned me or choose not to share vital information
with me. My forgiveness is something you’ll have to earn this time
Qui-Gon Jinn.”

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There was a slight bump.

Barely noticeable even to someone who knew.

But Jango could feel it under his palm as his Jedi finally rested
peacefully in bed. Obi-Wan had been a knot of nerves all day, obvious
only to himself and perhaps Skywalker after he had come from the
temple healers.

But the councilor hadn’t stopped his tasks for that reason, had
shouldered on through the day under Jango’s watchful eyes as the
bounty hunter caught a glimpse of the man every time the doors
opened. The lifebond between them meant that he could come and go in
the Jedi temple as he wished to though most Jedi’s disliked that.

Not that they could do anything about it. Obi-Wan was his name and
Jango belonged to him in return, him and Boba.

And now this little spark.

Jango grinned and stroked the gentle curving bump of Obi-Wan’s
stomach.

Of all the things he thought would come from this strange lifebond
thing with Obi-Wan Kenobi, a baby was the last thing he would have
guessed. But now that he knew, now that it was already fifteen weeks
old, nothing could change it.

Obi-Wan had been removed from active duty, would not leave the temple
for any dangerous missions. Temple work. Peaceful work, the baby safe
inside of the man he loved.

“I can hear your brain working.” Obi-Wan mumbled tiredly and
Jango pressed himself closer against the others pale back while
pushing his knees into the others legs, kissing a freckled covered
shoulder.

“Sorry. I was just…thinking about the ik’aad.”

“The baby will still be there in the morning.” Obi-Wan yawned but
Jango could tell the other was smiling.

“You still should have told me the moment you learned instead of
waiting and making yourself into a bundle of nerves.” Jango nuzzled
the back of the others neck slowly while gently rubbing the curved
stomach.

“It wasn’t exactly something I expected to happen.” Obi-Wan
huffed, to tired to argue. “The logistic of this is…the only
thing I can get to fit is Anakin’s conception at the hands of the
Force and the healer confirmed you’re the baby’s genetic match.”

“Better damn be. You may be a Jedi but you’re mine just as much as
you belong to the Force.” Jango grumbled. “Only sharing you with
it because I have to.”

“You do know the Force is what created our bond, right?” Obi-Wan
asked dryly.

“So?” Jango smirked against the copper haired mans shoulder as
the other huffed a laugh, amused by his mando’s possessiveness.