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Anakin reaction to winged padawan Obi-Wan. (If Padme is an angel then Obi-Wan is a starbird.)

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Anakin only barely makes it up the ramp before the ship is lifting of
the ground, circling towards where Master Qui-Gon is fighting, the
Jedi and the black clothed being are engaging in a saber duel.

“Open the ramp!” He hears a voice yell and as it does and Anakin
can once again see Qui-Gon on the planet fighting. There’s a flash of
orange and red as someone runs past him and dives of the ramp and
fight is blotted out as wings the color of fire spreads themselves.

Anakin can’t take his eyes of them even as the other Jedi joins the
fight and distracts the being in black, pulling Master Qui-Gon up
onto the ship with powerful wings.

“Anakin, meet Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“Are you a starbird?”

Green eyes are wide in surprise before curving in gentle amusement as
the other Jedi shakes his hand. Great red and orange wings fold
against the mans back and when the two Jedi make their way into the
ship, Anakin picks up one lone red feather and holds it in his hands.

It feels warm.

()()()()

He’s not quite sure what happened. The Jedi masters had said he
wouldn’t be trained and then Master Qui-Gon had offered to train him.

Master Yoda, the green one on the special chair, had reminded him he
had a padawan, Obi-Wan who had stepped forward to agree with Master
Qui-Gon that he was ready to take his trials, to become a knight.

But Obi-Wan’s wings had bristled. The warms wings had tucked close to
the redhead’s body and Anakin noticed the others hands clenching and
unclenching as if the other was struggling. He had quieted down at
the rebuke and hadn’t looked at anyone since.

Anakin could feel something almost oppressive against his skin though
and even the council doors opening didn’t seem to bring a fresh
breath.

“Obi-Wan, I-” Master Qui-Gon tried to say something but one look
from Obi-Wan had the other quiet and Anakin shifted, peering up too.

It was like molten green fire was breathing through Obi-Wan’s eyes
and suddenly time and distance seemed to lay between the two Jedi’s
as they stared at each other and Anakin feel as if the future is
shattering inside the winged man in front of him.

Obi-Wan shifts and steps backwards before turning, a decision being
made as fires mute.

The balcony door on the other side of the council chambers slide open
on their own and the redhead is running, a quick leap bringing him up
on the rail and then he lunges of it and out into open air, wings
spreading to carry him away.

“Obi-Wan!”

“Warned you I did Qui-Gon. To think before you act.” They both
look back to where Yoda has hobbled from his chair to stand behind
them, his ears dropped sadly. The councilors are pretending not to
have noticed anything, talking among themselves.

“Warn you not to disregard your padawan.”

“I…is he going to face any consequence for this.” Master
Qui-Gon closed his eyes and then focused back on the grandmaster.

“Consequences? Dismissed Obi-Wan was, flying essential to him, to
health, to peace of mind.” Yoda tapped his cane on the floor then
looked up. “Permission he has to fly from any balconies in the
temple as long as not engaged in other duties he is. Consequences
from his master though?”

“I…no. No consequences.”

Yoda hurmed then turned to Anakin, who promptly tensed. However the
green master smiled gently to him. “Hungry you must be. With me and
Qui-Gon you will go to have a meal.”

“I…oh…” Anakin blinked as he followed the adults. He had
thought the councilor didn’t like him.

“When councilor I am, my concern the whole order is.” Yoda seemed
to know what he was thinking as he hobbled along slowly. “When not,
Yoda and teacher I can be. And hungry no youngling will be in this
temple.”

Anakin blinked again before smiling. “So…you…don’t think I’m
dangerous?”

“Everyone dangerous is. Uncertain the future is. But young you are”
Yoda gave a small chuckle when Anakin stomach growled. “And hungry.
Help you we will, leave you high and dry we shall not.”

The blond smiled at that before glancing back to the open balcony
door as they stepped into the lift. “What about Obi-Wan?”

“Talk to Obi-Wan later we shall. For now Obi-Wan flying is. Peace
of mind he is gaining.”

blind!obiwan?

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“Where are you taking me Master Yoda?” Qui-Gon sighed, as if he
didn’t already know where the old troll was leading him.

This was one of several halls that lead to the Initiates wings. ‘He’s
going to try and foist a padawan onto me again.’ He thought dryly
even as he ignored the dull ache inside him at the thought of letting
someone that close to him again.

“Someone for you to meet I have. Young. Strong. But damaged like
you.” Yoda was never one to mince his words when he wanted to make
a impact.

“Master…I am not taking another padawan.”

“Meet him you will. Good it might do you to meet him.” Yoda
nodded to the master in charge of the wing and lead Qui-Gon in.

“Master Yoda, you here to see Obi-Wan again?” The Mon Calamari
glanced at Qui-Gon with a tiny frown then back to the grandmaster.

“We are, where is he?” Yoda looked over the younglings as if he
could spot the mop of red hair he was looking for.

“He and Bant are out in the gardens. She said he needed to get some
more sun and helped him out.”

‘Helped?’ Qui-Gon frowned a bit at that, was this Obi-Wan injured?

“Thank you Master Al-Jord.” Yoda hobbled away and Qui-Gon offered
the master a bow before following, once again noting a deeper frown
on her face as Qui-Gon followed Yoda out. It was almost as if the
master didn’t want Qui-Gon to meet this Obi-Wan.

“Is something wrong with this Obi-Wan master Yoda?” He asks
quietly and the old troll sighs quietly in return.

“Injured Obi-Wan was, attack on the creche children a few years
back when left unattended.” Yoda stopped to tap at the floor with
his grimer stick then looked up at Qui-Gon again. “Blinded he was
by acid, learned to see through other means he had to but struggle he
does.”

Qui-Gon blinked and followed the grandmaster when he continued
walking into the garden, finding a mon calamari Initiate sitting with
a redheaded boy.

The young boy had a cane resting across his lap and was talking
quietly with his friend, a small smile on his scarred face. The scars
were deep and a soft shade of pink from healing and treatment but
they made Qui-Gon’s stomach turn as it was obvious how painful they
must have been, especially for a child.

The mon calamari noticed them approach and looked to Qui-Gon with
surprise before getting up. “Obi master Yoda is here to see you
and…a friend. I’ll come get you later okay?”

“I can get around quite fine on my own Bant, you don’t have to
guide me around.” The redhead sighed before smiling, turning his
head towards Yoda. “Master Yoda.”

“Hello younglings.” Yoda chuckled softly and stopped in front of
Initiate. “A friend to meet you I have brought. Master Qui-Gon
Jinn.” The green troll quickly prodded him in the shin and Qui-Gon
bowed and offered his hand in greeting before realizing the child
wouldn’t be able to see it.

“A pleasure to meet you master Jinn.” A small hand catches his,
perhaps guided by his senses or perhaps by the Force as Obi-Wan holds
on tightly. Whatever it is, Qui-Gon feel’s a warmth inside of him as
he kneels down slowly and grasps the little hand with both of his,
feeling droplet shaped scars on the back of the little hand in his.

“I think youngling…the pleasure is all mine.” He offered
quietly, watching milky green eyes widen in surprise and then
curve in pleasure.

Can you continue the one about Obi-Wan feeling reyected and Qui-Gon comforting him? Pretty please with a cherry on top??

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He
guided Obi-Wan to their quarters and washed the young man’s face with
a soft flannel from the fresher, keeping a careful grip on the others
shoulder at all time as he did. His padawan was quiet for all of it,
head slightly bent with his red swollen eyes though sometimes he
shifted in discomfort at Qui-Gon’s touch.

A
glass of water was carefully consumed and then Qui-Gon tucked him
into bed, sitting on his bedside while petting the others hair with
care until he was asleep, his breathing slow and even though his face
continued to have a strained look on it even asleep.

Only
then did he leave Obi-Wan’s side to com Mace and Plo. “I fucked
up.”

“Tell
me something we didn’t know.” Came Mace grumbled response.

“Qui-Gon
may we be of assistance?” At least Plo Koon was more diplomatic
then the Korun master.

“Please
I…I fucked up badly.” Qui-Gon sighed tiredly, settling heavily on
the couch.

“…Alright,
I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“Ten
minutes my friend on my account, I was in the middle of something
when you called.”

Qui-Gon
hung up and rested his head in his hands, elbows on his knees while
taking deep breaths through his nose as he waited on the other two to
show up. He would have called Yoda but he was pretty sure the other
would break his gimer stick over Qui-Gon’s knees.

‘Then
again…Plo might just decide to drag me through the salle.’ Qui-Gon
thought misrebly. A frivolous application of the Force had the door
open once it rung and Mace stepped in.

The
man took one look at Qui-Gon’s slumped position and then went to the
kitchen, settling a pot to boil for tea while they waited for the
other councilor to arrive.

“Tea,
what kind?”

“Red
please.” Qui-Gon mumbled into his hands.

Mace
quietly took out the correct tea pot while stretching out his senses
into the quarters, finding the uneasy presence of a sleeping Obi-Wan
Kenobi in his room as the tea seeped.

The
Kel dor master arrived moments later to be let in by Mace, settling
down on the couch beside the human master. “Qui-Gon, what has
happened?” He asked as Mace set the teacup down on the coffee
table.

“You
mean other then me fucking up so badly that Obi-Wan thinks I’m
abandoning him for a newer model? That Obi-Wan had a panic attack in
one of the unused classrooms?” Qui-Gon laughed tonelessly.

“Ah.”

The
rather toneless response made him lift his head to look at Mace. “And
apparently he is not the only one to think so. Mace…”

“No,
it was clear you had not talked to your padawan about potentially
taking his trials in the council chambers, he may have agreed with
you in front of us but that was only to spare the judgment. All for a
child who is to old to be trained.”

“But
its needful, if left alone, Anakin could fall into wrong hands and
become a rouge Force user at the very least. He is powerful.”

“But
the cost would be your current padawan.” Mace argued against. “Who
you have already hurt.”

Qui-Gon
sighed and rubbed his face again.

“Perhaps
he should be trained.” Plo suddenly offered. “Qui-Gon is right
that Skywalker is a powerful child and the future is uncertain.
However the child is not the topic we should be arguing about right
now.” He sat up and peered at Qui-Gon. “We should be talking
about your current padawan.”

“True.”
Mace settled.

“I
don’t know what to do. In this state…I don’t know if we can head to
Naboo with the Queen again, not with Obi-Wan’s mental state as it
is.”

“It
is that bad?” Mace frowned.

“He
had a panic attack in a classroom where anyone could have found him
Mace.”

“Point
taken.”

“If
I may make a few suggestions…?”

They
both looked to Plo.

()()()()()

Obi-Wan
quietly settled down at the breakfast table, gingerly pulling his
plate towards him as he kept his head bent. With a clearer head he
couldn’t help but feel both embarrassed and ashamed of his actions
the last night.

His
master was quietly sitting on the other side of the table with his
own plate, watching Obi-Wan closely.

Summoning
his courage, Obi-Wan finally lifted his head. “Master, I wanted to
apo-”

“No.
No Obi-Wan, I’m the one who should apologize.” Qui-Gon murmured
softly. “We’ll talk about this, but first eat please. Breakfast is
important.” The older man urged quietly.

Obi-Wan
hesitated then quietly started to eat, though he honestly had no
appetite even though he managed to press down half the plate and all
his tea. He then sat in silence as he waited on the other to speak
up, to say anything.

“We
are not going to Naboo.” Obi-Wan’s head snapped to his master at
that, eyes wide. “Another team is to be dispatched should the Queen
request further help, which we know she most likely will. A knight
pair as I understand.” Qui-Gon was smiling gently at him.

Had
Obi-Wan messed up so much that they were being removed from the
mission!?

“And
Yoda broke his gimer stick over my knees when I told him. We are both
to see mindhealers for a few weeks and we are both moved to temple
duties for that duration.” Qui-Gon continued, absently rubbing his
knee for the soreness.

“I…is…”

“This
is my fault Obi-Wan, not yours.” Qui-Gon stood and moved around the
table and kneeling down, trying not to wince at the sensation of his
pained knees, in front of him, stroking them slowly. “I messed up
Obi-Wan, this is on my head and unfortunately you carry the brunt of
me doing so. The temple healers want to help us and Force willing,
perhaps you’ll trust me again one day.”

Obi-Wan
stared at the older man before swallowing and looking away. “…You
hurt me…a lot. I don’t know…I thought we were over things like
this. After everything that happened in the start of my
apprenticeship, I thought…” He could see Qui-Gon wince from the
corner of his eyes before the older man captured his chin to turn his
face back, tired green meeting sad blue.

“I
will not ask for forgiveness my padawan. I do not deserve it, but
perhaps one day we can rebuild what I broke. I ask you for that
chance.”

“And
Anakin?” Obi-Wan didn’t really want to ask but it kept cropping up
in the back of his mind.

“On
a trial period to be observed by the council. Plo Koon suggested it.
They may allow training but I am not to concern myself about his
future. I am to concern myself with this Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan
swallowed.

“If
I give you this chance…it will be the last one I extend master. I
can’t keep doing this to myself, I can’t let you continue doing this
to me.” He whispered.

“All
I ask for is the chance Obi-Wan. Thank you.”

More protection clone squad for dimension jumping obi wan?

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He
tried to calmly sip from the tea he had been given, a quick Force
check on it confirming it was safe to drink even as he tried to
pretend he wasn’t tenser then a mice in a tooka’s gaze.

“I
admit, when the rumors started to swirl the Senate, I wasn’t sure
what to make of it.” Palpatine stapled his hands together, smiling
almost grandfatherly over his hands at Obi-Wan. “I had, after all,
been there at Jedi Kenobi’s pyre on that dreadful day.”

Obi-Wan
forced a smile onto his own lips. “Yes, I can understand how this
comes of as rather strange. It was even stranger for myself to
suddenly appear in a monastery on a jungle planet, the climate had
been very different compared to where I was before that.”

“Indeed?”
Palpatine asked in mild curiosity.

“Yes,
I had been on Tatooine.” Obi-Wan could only hope that Luke and Leia
were safe in his own universe, his heart pinging painfully at the
thought of the young ones. Yoda would have to do what he had not been
able to.

“Ah,
sand and sun, yes? Also where young Skywalker is from?” There was
something flashing in those eyes and Obi-Wan gave a low hum of
agreement, taking a new sip of the tea before putting the cup down so
not to show his trembling hands.

“Indeed,
very warm. I was rather dehydrated by the time Count Dooku pulled me
through.” He hummed.

“Ah
yes, Dooku was involved in this. He…I’m afraid I don’t really
understand what he did.”

‘Like
hell you do.’ Obi-Wan hid the words behind a smile. “I’m afraid I
don’t properly understand it either, siths are very different from
jedi and what he did was very ancient sith magic, I don’t think even
he understands what he did.”

“Still,
I’d be very interested in knowing your theory on it.”

The
Jedi hummed quietly. He wanted to leave, he wanted to be back in the
temple, have a cup of tea with whichever of his little clone squad of
protectors were there and just…calm down.

“My
best guess, based on the sensations I felt, were to be ripped from
one place to another with the Force screaming out in a manner. Cold
and dark.” He shrugged then smiled at the other  as best he could.
“My best guess is that he reached out for something dark and wasn’t
specific enough to get what he wanted, instead he grasped a Jedi who
had been touched by the darker side of the Force and pulled me
through.”

Palpatine
hummed and a oppressive sensation tingled against Obi-Wan’s skin and
he could feel a slight headache building as the other man suppressed
his own Force ability so not to appear threatening. He wondered how
much punishment Dooku would face the next time he meet up with
Sidious.

He was
clearly about to ask about something else when the door behind them
opened, Mas Amadda standing there. “Apologies Chancellor but the
delegates from Malastrian are here.”

“Ah,
I won’t hold you much longer then.” Obi-Wan stood and bowed
gracefully to the man. “Thank you for the tea your excellency.”
He slipped out of the door past Amadda and headed for the doors, his
heart beat slowly picking up as he moved through the halls and
towards the lift.

He
slipped his hands into his hands into his robes and held onto each
wrist tightly while nodding to a old Gand who joined him in the lift.

He
started to count his own breaths. One, two, three, four, five…in
through the nose and out through the mouth.

The
focus was helping him and the building headache behind his eyes.

He
kept his walk calm though, no need to alarm the senators in the halls
if he started running. Though he half-way noticed that many were
looking at him, some vaguely familiar looking to him, perhaps past
missions in his own galaxy?

As he
stepped out of the Senate dome, two shapes appeared on each side of
Obi-Wan, almost scaring the living soul out of him. “Waxer! Boil!”
He breathed out, taking in the orange and white. “I…is something
wrong?”

“No
sir, we were just waiting on you sir. General Jinn is back and he was
looking for you sir. We were told you were requested at the Senate by
the Supreme Chancellor and went to find you for him.” Waxer tilted
his head, watching the Jedi with a small frown. “Are you alright
sir?”

Boil
gave a low noise. “What Waxer means is that we have a airspeeder
ready to take you to the Jedi temple. Curtsey of Senator Amidala.”

“And
it would bring us straight to the temple?” Obi-Wan squeezed on his
own elbows tightly.

“Yes
sir.” Waxer hesitated then rested a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder,
carefully starting to push him along while making it seem like he was
guiding him. “This way sir.” The energetic man offered
cheerfully, though Obi-Wan felt worry lingering under the surface.

‘I
must be looking bad if he’s worried…or perhaps he’s just worried
about the physic burnout.’

It was
only once they were on their way in the airspeeder that Obi-Wan let
his face fall into his hands, taking a deep breath. “Were you two
following me?” He mumbled into his hands. “Because if you were,
I’m impressed, I didn’t notice anyone this time.”

“We
have no idea what you’re talking about sir.” Boil offered. “But
hypothetically speaking, we may have come the same way as you a bit
further behind you.”

“Are
you alright sir. Forgive me but you look kind of pale and Helix and
Kix told us that your burnout apparently is a sever thing and you
shouldn’t really be to far from the Temple as the dome?” Waxer
offered.

“I’m…tired
Waxer. Don’t worry, a good nights rest and some calm will do me
wonder. I promise.” He felt more then he saw the concerned look
exchanged over his head. Well, if he wasn’t tricking them, he
wouldn’t be tricking Qui-Gon, damn.

Hi! Here’s a good one: Qui-Gon noticing that Obi-Wan felt rejected, tossed aside after saying that he will have Anakin, the Chosen One, as his new padawan and tries to talk to him about his feelings and remind him that he is not replaced in the old master’s heart.

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It wasn’t running
away when all he did was walk quickly with his hands in his sleeves,
leaving behind the boy with Qui-Gon as he murmured a half excuse.

It still wasn’t
running away when he drew his shields up as far as he could, blocking
of his own mind from the calming touch of his master.

Because at the
moment nothing was calm. Obi-Wan was in the eye of the storm of
emotions, his own, his stomach tying knots around itself as he headed
for the Room of a Thousand Fountains.

‘Capable.’ The word
echoed through his mind. Only days ago Qui-Gon had said Obi-Wan had
much to learn and now he was suddenly capable and ready to take his
trials, to be a knight on his own out in the galaxy.

To leave Qui-Gon’s
side.

‘I’m being
replaced.’ He froze, eyes widening as he swallowed heavily, bile
climbing to the back of his throat fast and hard. Obi-Wan barely
managed to slide into a abandoned classroom before his knees buckled
under him.

‘He’s going to
abandon me.’ His breath was coming in to short. ‘What if I fail the
trials?’ his sight was blurring, shoulders shaking as he wrapped his
arms tight around himself as he hunched over, desperately holding
onto the little he had eaten that day.

It was getting
harder to breath and Obi-Wan faintly caught on to the fact that he
was having a panic attack, the first one he had in years.

Hands were on his
shoulders, pulling him up and back, his back connecting against a
solid and hard chest, a large hand cupping his chin to tilt his head
up to ease his constricting airways with a strong arm around his
waist.

“Breath.”
There’s a firm, concerned voice in his ear, the chest behind him
taking slow and steady breaths and Obi-Wan can’t help but do as told,
a sharp, hiccuping breath filling his lungs with air.

“That’s it,
continue breathing Obi-Wan.” The voice continued, the arm around
his waist easing enough to rub his chest steadily. “I’m right here,
I have you.” The voice continued as Obi-Wan struggled, sharp,
stinging breaths being pulled deep down into his lungs as he tried to
match the breathing of the other person until he was breathing.

The hand on his
chin hesitated before lowering to carefully turn the redhead until he
was sitting sideways in the others lap. Obi-Wan clenched his eyes
shut, already fully aware that it was his master, the aura unable to
be anyone but the older man.

A careful hand
touched his face and Obi-Wan flinched, feeling bewildered shock
lacing the air around them as Qui-Gon digested the situation and
actions.

“Padawan, what
happened?” The master Jedi asked quietly, brushing tears of flushed
cheeks.

“You’re going to
give me up. What did I do wrong?” Obi-Wan wanted to shout, to
demand but he had no energy and it came out listless and broken as
fresh tears pressed themselves out from under his clenched eyelids.

“No, no, no
Obi-Wan, no you haven’t done anything wrong.” Large hands cupped
his cheeks. “You have done nothing wrong Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan clenched
his hands into the others tunic, shaking hard. “Only weeks ago I
had much to learn…today I’m…I’m capable?” He hiccuped.
“I…I’ve been a good padawan. I’ve…I’ve listened and learned and
invented and fought…I…” He coughed and wanted to hide away.

“Obi-Wan, open
your eyes little one, look at me.” Gentle thumbs were wiping under
his eyes and the younger man slowly opened his eyes to give the man a
utterly miserable look, face splotchy and eyes swollen.

Qui-Gon returned it
with his own heartbroken look. “Oh Obi-Wan I never meant to hurt
you. But we can’t just let Anakin leave, where would he go? And if he
went rouge…”

Obi-Wan swallowed
dejectedly and tried to tug away only for the other to pull him back.
“But I spoke in haste, in panic and I never meant to make you feel
I was leaving you behind.” Qui-Gon sighed. “What a master I
am…” He gave Obi-Wan tiny smile. “Drive one to Falling and the
other into panic attacks and self-doubt. Obi-Wan, you are my padawan,
I will not abandon you regardless of what.”

Obi-Wan just stared
back at him in mute misery.

Qui-Gon suddenly
realized just how deeply he had hurt the other. “Force…I really
broke your trust in me did I?” He whispered then winced when the
redhead didn’t even give a token protest. “Oh Force above, I’ll fix
this Obi-Wan, I swear I will.”

He tucked the
others head under his chin, holding tightly onto his padawan,
reaching out to gently tap at the shields the other had pulled up,
gratified when they ever so slightly lowered. “I’ll fix this.”

Plo koon going with obi wan to kamino where they meet the clones.

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       I’ve just been reading through your posts and I’m lol-ing at the
thought of Obi coming the council about the clones and Plo immediately
asking coordinates, state he’ll be there in an hour (despite obi saying
it’s impossible) and abruptly leaves the council session. And as
promised, Plo is there within the hour and ABSOLUTELY LOVING THE CLONES
AND GIVING THOSE WHO DONT HAVE THEM NAMES and the kamonian’s are just
/what/ and the clones love Plo as much as obi and just floof
       
   

I slammed these two asks togheter

“And that’s about
it masters. Jango Fett has not given me much information to go on but
he has implied that Sifo-Dyas was not involved in this at all despite
the Kamino’s believing it to be him.” Obi-Wan tucked his hands into
his sleeves, watching the holos of the council as they quietly
debated among each other.

Except Plo, who is
staring at Obi-Wan through his mask, fingers stapled together. “I’ll
be there in a hour.”

“What?” Obi-Wan
croaks in surprise then clears his throat. “I mean, pardon master
Koon?”

The Kel Dor master
was standing and Obi-Wan could tell by the rest of the holos they
were staring at him in mute surprise. “These young ones are clearly
in need of guidance and this is disturbing news that they were
commissioned to be a army for a war that does not exist. I will be
there in a hour.”

“I-that is
impossible Master Koon, the ship checks alone…and then the
travel…” The young knight blinked in surprise as The other just
waved him of and headed out of the projector, leaving the council
chamber.

“…Can he really
show up here in a hour?” The copper haired man questioned, looking
at the other masters in stunned bemusement.

“Stubborn Master
Koon is, surprise you he may…unsure I am.” Yoda shifted. “Amusing
it would be. Send us holos you should.”

Obi-Wan blinked at
that.

Somehow Koon was
there in less then a hour and Obi-Wan wanted to know this mans secret
but…that would be once the Kel Dor was not covered in clone
younglings, feeling far to happy with the situation considering
everything.

“…You Jedi are
weirder then I even thought.” Jango said in bewilderment, staring
at Plo Koon.

“I don’t even
have anything to say against that.” Obi-Wan sighed, hands tucked in
his sleeves, looking proper for the first time in days, kitted out in
his boots and robe with his tunic worn neatly and lightsaber clipped
to his belt.

Jango eyed him from
the corner of his eyes. “Hmm. Boba was asking for you, curious if
you were going to have dinner with us today.”

Obi-Wan flushed a
bit and hesitated before nodding. “I’d like that. I promised Kix to
tell him about Jedi healers but I can come for dinner after.”

“…Good…wait
did he just name then?” Jango blinked at Plo.

Dimension jumping Obi-Wan (dj!Obi?) with Padme. :)

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She was staring but
that wasn’t unusual, anyone from the past couldn’t quite stop looking
at him with a mix of awe and sadness.

She has known him,
this universe Obi-Wan, if only briefly and he quietly let her take in
his features as he stirred a small dash of sugar into the caf she had
given him. “It was very kind of Anakin to invite me along.” He
finally offered, taking a small sip and giving Padme a small smile
when she flushed.

He was pretty sure
that Anakin had told her about him and she in turn had demanded to
meet him to see the truth herself. “Yes, knight Skywalker was very
gracious to bring you along, its a pity he was called away on account
of the war. And Master Jinn was quite happy to know you were spending
some time away from the temple.”

Ah, perhaps there
was more to reason then just Padme wanting to meet him.

Qui-Gon and the
mind healers were finding it rather important that he spent some time
among non-Jedi’s since his physic burnout, since the sensation of a
trained Force user could be a battering against his at the moment
unstable shields.

His own fault he
guessed.

“…You were
married in my universe.” He settled on, watching her. “You don’t
have to keep it formal on my account.”

Any other would
have lost their composure but Padme only blinked large brown eyes at
him slowly before nodding slowly. “You…to be honest we talked
about it, marriage, after Geonosis but we…well. Anakin was barely
twenty. I believe his master talked him out of it at the time and
with how everything went down, I can’t help but be grateful.”

“And now?”
Obi-Wan tilted his head.

“We are
considering it. But we are together, you’re right about that.” She
smiled a bit. “And you don’t seem to care.”

Obi-Wan ran his
fingertip along the rim of the cup, staring into the liquid. “I
came to realize, after everything that happened in my universe, that
stagnation became my orders doom. Love doesn’t have to mean
attachment, doesn’t have to be bad as long as one can remember that
one is Jedi first and anything else second when it comes to duty.”
He looked back to her. “Like one is a Senator first and a wife
second perhaps?”

She flushed then
smiled. “You…know me rather well.”

“We were friends
in my universe. I considered you rather dear to me even without
Anakin marrying you.” Obi-Wan chuckled warmly.

“Friends…it
sounds so…” Padme smiled. “You…he…the Obi-Wan I meet
before…he was such a dashing figure in my life, coming in when my
planet was under attack, rescuing me, trying to help my people. When
he died…” Her smile faded. “I don’t think I’ve seen devastation
like that in a Jedi’s eyes before as when Master Jinn carried his
body up from the power plant. I see it more now. Geonosis took to
many Jedi’s.”

Obi-Wan closed his
eyes. “There is no death, there is the Force.” He breathed out
and set his cup down. “Its a slim comfort. But hopefully we can
keep casualties to a minimum with people like you in the Senate, you
and Bail.” He smiled.

Padme had a shallow
flush in her cheeks, smiling in careful pleasure. “I hope that we
can be friends too.”

“I’m sure we
can.” The two smiled at each other.

“…You are aware
that there are two clone troopers watching the apartment right?”

“Mmmhmm, Trapper
and Helix I believe. I apparently picked up a clone protection squad
even when on Coruscant.”

“…Oh no, that
is adorable. They adore you.”

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Obi-Wan shifted and
then settled, settling the book in his lap and marveling at the
sensation of a actual book of paper and leather, wondering how the
Kamino’s got their hands on it. His shift made the arms around his
waist tighten and Rex lifted his forehead from Obi-Wan’s shoulder,
looking sleepy but content with a leg on each side of the Jedi’s.

“Huh?”

“Was just getting
comfortable Rex. A shift of position, that’s all.” The Jedi
assured, smiling when Tup came over with a pot of tea and settling
down beside them while peeking at the book. “And thank you Tup,
that looks very nice.” He offered gratefully, keeping a finger on
the page while pouring himself a fresh cup.

“Cody said you
preferred red tea, but the Kamino’s haven’t shipped any in so there’s
only green.” Tup leaned against the redhead.

“Tea is good
regardless.” Obi-Wan assured.  “Where is Cody?”

“Running training
drills with the younger ones.”

Obi-Wan hummed as
slowly more and more clones filed in, some settling to chores, duties
and work and others settling just to sit pressed against Obi-Wan’s
side or legs. “At this rate, I’m not going to need my robe if
you’re all going to keep me warm.” The Jedi chuckled quietly as a
younger clone crawled into his lap, roughly around Boba’s age.

“You’re already
walking around without boots most of the time now. So why not.” Rex
yawned against his shoulder.

“Propriety Rex,
I’m a Jedi master. I’m suppose to be at least a tiny bit
respectable.”

“You are
respectable. Just because you’re comfortable around us doesn’t mean
you aren’t.” Tup shrugged and the young one on his lap beamed at
him. “And you look happier without them on!” He chirped.

Obi-Wan sighed and
shook his head.

However…he was
smiling too, a slightly embarrassed, but pleased smile.

Obi Wan gets deaged while he’s with the clones and there are no Jedi around to help out. Cody and Rex are Stressed because infant care wAS NOT COVERED BY THE KANIOIANS, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! Pretty please?

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Two enormous green
eyes stared at them under a tuft of copper hair.

They stared back.

“…Tell me
General Skywalker is on his way.”

“He’s still four
days out. Even with the speeders.” Cody adjusted his grip on the
little bundle. “Is he suppose to be this focused?”

“I have no
kriffing idea. I don’t even know how old he is, somewhere between
newborn and a year it looks like.” Rex scratched the back of his
head. “…Why is he squirming?”

“I-I don’t
know…infant care wasn’t really covered in our training you know.”
Cody snorted and then the deaged general started to whimper.
“…Rex?” Cody hissed in panic.

“Ah…Ah…Kix,
I’ll get Kix, he might be able to help?”

“Aaaaaaah.”
There was a soft snuffle and a louder whimper.

“Go get him!”

“WAAAAAAH!”

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Stripping the
gauntlet and glove of, Cody rested the back of his bared hand against
their General’s forehead, frowning heavily. “His fever keeps
rising.”

“I know, but
since the medical supplies went down with the ship…” Kix looked
to where they could barely see the tip of a wing still sinking into
the swamp. “Well, we can’t really do anything more then we already
are.” The medic sighed.

The transport ship
had gone crashing down after they hit a storm and from there the shit
hit the fan honestly.

Two shiny’s had
lost their lives, almost all their supplies had been lost, their
General had almost had his head bashed in against a wall and to top
it of, the swim through the swamp had left him cold and sick, a
quickly rising fever they were unable to treat ravaging the man.

They had done the
best they could, they had set up shelters with the broken bits of the
shuttle not sinking, lit fires that were low from all the water
coming down perpetually, removed all wet clothes from their General
and then wrapped him up in what little they did have of dry, which
mostly consisted of blankets.

“Consider us
lucky for managing to get the rescue beacon working.” Rex sighed,
holding his hands out to one of the fires.

“I’d consider us
even luckier if General Kenobi was conscious and not having a fever
rising into dangerous levels.” Cody frowned at him before sighing.
“Hopefully General Skywalker is aware…”

“No…” Several
head’s snap to attention at the breathy, broken little voice.

Obi-Wan is
shivering, eyes still closed but his face twisted as if in pain.

“General?” Kix
moves from the fire to the general’s free side, resting a hand
against the others forehead. However the man flinches and opens his
fever glazed eyes. “No no no…no…” He whispers, voice rasped
before violently spasming.

“Is he dreaming?”

“Fever dazed.
Hallucinating most likely.” Kix offered before reaching with gentle
but firm hands to hold the copper haired man against the makeshift
bed. The medic looks like he wants to pull back when that gets a
louder whimper of fright though.

“Or perhaps a
flashback.” Kix amended as the general mumbled under his breath,
weakly trying to escape the grip.

“Master…help…”
The General hiccups a bit, sounding small. Even Geonosis hadn’t made
the general sound like this, sass covering up how injured and pained
he was. Here there was no barrier, no filter between brain and mouth
in his fever daze.

Just one sick,
trembling man.

Cody took both of
his General’s hands into his, rubbing them slowly. “Its alright
General, you’re alright, we’ve got your back.” He launched into a
soft diatribe of words, soothing noises and gentle touches.