What could he say.

Obi-Wan adored the
clones.

Had done so from
the moment he found them and fought with them. Had shed blood with
them and almost died with them on so many different planets. They had
become dear to his heart and perhaps he had become somewhat attached
to them, especially now that he had a chance again to make a life
with friends he had thought would be far gone.

Especially after
they had all stepped forward as one, having the discovered bio-chips
removed from their brains in the Jedi temple by the Jedi healers.

Perhaps that
explained his actions when they came under danger. His own emotions
when a squad of fresh shiny’s came under fire.

Power tingled in the
back of his head, he could feel the directed fire towards the shiny’s
of the troop, completely new from Kamino. Something inside of Obi-Wan
snapped, he knew these men, men who had died in his universe, men who
were going to die again.

“No.” He
whispered, that something urging him, prodding him, making him move
from Boil’s side in one leap of Force enhanced speed.

Obi-Wan let the
Force carry him until he’s in front of the shiny’s, a dismayed cry
ringing through his head as Qui-Gon finally noticed where the redhead
was. But the man didn’t pay attention to that as he lifted his hands
and brought the Force to bear, sinking himself into it not unlike
submerging himself into a pool with his eyes closed.

For a moment he can
feel everything, the clones around him, the local population, the
Jedi’s on the battlefield, the animals and the flora. He can feel
death and life. He can feel pain, fear, elation, resignation and
horror.

And then he becomes
the center of the maelstrom, the very eye of the storm as he
distances himself, the back of his heels digging into the muddy
ground under him as he was pushed back, the smell of blistering skin and the taste of iron
in his mouth. His heart thundering away in his chest.

There.

Something whispers
in his mind.

Hold.

It buildt under his
skin, like a coil pulled to tight.

Push.

It yells and
Obi-Wan’s eyes snaps open to the volley of blaster shots hovering in
the air in front of him, he slides a foot forward through the muddy
muck and pushes, as if he has a boulder at his hands, his shoulders
jerking forward.

The volley of shots
moves as one, returning with more force then it left the blasters
they orignated from, ripping through metal and circuits, leaving
behind only destruction. Obi-Wan hands shake as he stares at the
destruction he caused, something wet and warm dripping past his nose
and down his lips.

‘The
shiny’s…I…oh Force…’ He sways on his feet and feels someone
grab him, drag his arm up and over a hard shoulder but Obi-Wan can
barely focus, blinking his watering eyes as he looks at the white
armor of the one who has him.

Its a shiny.

Alive and breathing
and terrified fear echoing through the Force from him as he pulls
Obi-Wan along back. Obi-Wan wants to ask if everyone is alright but
his legs can barely support him, there’s no way his brain can
function to actually form words even with shadows encroaching in his
vision.

And then Qui-Gon is
there, talking sharply even as he reaches for Obi-Wan, taking him
from the clone and lifting him up in a princess lift and vaguely
Obi-Wan realizes he’s going to have the mother of all headache. Obi-Wan lets
his head drop against the mans shoulder, passing out with a small
groan.

By the time he
wakes, his body aches with every pulse of his heart and his brain
feels like it has explode. He recognizes he’s laying on his side in a
soft bed, wearing soft clean clothes with his hands resting close to
his face.

There’s a distinct
smell of bacta and a careful pressure against his hands that tells
him they are bandaged.

Opening his eyes is
a slow process and it hurts, the light much to bright. But he bares
it as he blinks into the medbay of Qui-Gon’s star destroyer. Or
perhaps its Anakin’s?

He can’t quite
tell, there’s no obvious sign and Obi-Wan’s sense of the Force is
muted at best. This has to be the worst case of physic burnout he has
ever had but the other medbeds are empty, that is a good sign.

Or perhaps a bad
sign?

There’s a second of
panic, the heart monitor picking up on his beat rising and raising a
small alarm.

Suddenly both Kix
and Helix are there, both medics looking relieved and worried as they
get to his side. “General Kenobi, can you respond?” Kix voice
can’t be louder then a whisper but it makes Obi-Wan wince and close
his eyes, though Helix mercifully dims the light.

“Mmmn…” He
gets a dry croak out and then gives up, just laying there helplessly
while staring at the two through lidded eyes.

“Alright, that’s
better then General Yoda was expecting.” Helix breathed out and
Obi-Wan blinked in confusion.

“We had to com
the high generals, for advice. General Jinn wasn’t sure how to…he
was very worried.” Kix added, carefully taking Obi-Wan’s bandaged
hands, pulling them of the bed to unwrap them. Even the small and
gentle movement makes the copper haired man hiss in pain.

“Sorry sir, we
were going to do this regardless if you were awake. You burned the
flesh to the bone doing…well what you did, we’ve been applying
bacta every few hours.” Kix apologized even as he set to work.

Helix meanwhile was
checking on the IV drip. “You’ve been out for close to two days
sir. General Jinn will be relieved to know you’re awake. I’ll get you
some water sir.” He moved to a cooler a bit away and Obi-Wan had
the feeling that Qui-Gon would be showing up soon.

He focused on Kix,
wondering why the medic was on Qui-Gon’s ship and not Anakin’s. That
could wait though, he had to know…

“Shi…”

“Sir?” Kix
paused, looking at him and Obi-Wan closed his eyes in frustration.

“Shi…shiny?”
He croaked out.

Kix blinked then a
slow, steady smile crossed his face. “Are all alright sir, thanks
to you, but sir…for the future…please never do that again.”

Obi-Wan just closed
his eyes, smiling a bit too as his hands were carefully settled back
down, fresh bacta applied and bandages.

The next time he
wakes its to a different bed, his bed back in the temple in the same
position though he can no longer feel the pressure of bandages on his
hands. There’s a soft, long pillow behind his back, supporting him
that’s steadily pulsing with warmth against his still aching body and
when he opens his eyes its to look right into the amber eyes of
Commander Cody.

“…Don’t EVER do
that again…sir.” The commander reaches out and takes the Jedi’s
hand carefully. “Or I’ll sit on you myself to ensure you never go
into battle again.” There’s a little squeeze and then Cody reaches
for a glass with a straw in it, putting the straw to Obi-Wan’s lips.

Obi-Wan just sucks
gratefully, feeling water fill his mouth and go down his throat until
the glass was empty.

“Not…sorry.”
He whispered out, gratified to find his voice stronger then in the
Maverick’s medbay.

“I know you
aren’t, stubborn Jedi, sir.” Cody set the glass aside. “General
Jinn and General Skywalker are with the high generals, giving their
reports. They didn’t want to leave you alone and I volunteered to
stay with you.”

From the mans tone
of voice, Cody might have had to pull rank to be the one to stay with
Obi-Wan.

“Tha-nk…you.”
He sighed softly.