bonding~

OMG I JUST SAW #Unsafegalaxy ahhh thr poor baby! Can we please have Obi wan finally feeling comfortable with people he trust and him touching them(hug/longer heador shoulder pats). Then the person(s) reaction abut it because they finally realized how precious those touches are from knowing Obi’s trauma!

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Unconsciously
settling his hand on his General’s back in a casual and what would
mostly be considered a normal touch for anyone else while leaning
down and in to show him the supply line and report that Rex had
handed to his commander vod, Cody didn’t think too closely about
his actions nor Obi-Wan’s response until he saw Commander Tano’s
wide, excited eyes watching them when he accidentally glanced up.

Because
Obi-Wan hadn’t flinched at all despite Cody being unexpected,
having come in from the back where the General’s back was facing as
he worked on the little scouting map Boil and Waxer had gathered,
tacking in their information thoughtfully with how to set them up to
bottle neck the droids in a little gorge the two had discovered.

Obi-Wan
had been fully consumed in his work as the command tent flurried in
activity around him, all of them knowing better than to surprise the
Jedi after what they had learned, all those little flinches and
shifts being so much more understandable now.

And
yet…

Obi-Wan
hadn’t turned from the touch of
his Commander,
hadn’t flinched nor had he even looked uncomfortable despite
the hand prolonged resting on his body.

He
had only shifted towards Cody, given the man his attention with a
soft smile while leaning into Cody’s touch.

Trusting
the Commander so
much that even surprising touches wouldn’t scare him.

Holding
his breath a bit, Cody took in all of that as he noticed Tano rushing
off most likely to get Skywalker as Cody tried not to make a big
number out of Obi-Wan’s willingness to lean into him and accept the
touch.

And
yet he couldn’t help but slowly rub the others back in a gentle,
soothing motion, finding Obi-Wan giving him a small, accepting smile
of companionship.

No
sign of being uncomfortable, no worry hidden in green eyes or
tenseness of the body.

No,
only
trust.

A
fragile trust that Cody hadn’t seen outside of the temple where his
General showed he was safe and even then he didn’t allow too much
prolonged touches and yet here Obi-Wan was clearly happy to sit with
Cody’s hand on his back.

Maybe
it was the place he had his hand?

A
bit up on the left shoulder blade?

Or
maybe it was just that it was Cody, the Commander just like Skywalker
in the others mind.

Safe.

Swallowing
the emotions curling up in his chest that threatened to overwhelm the
clone trooper, Cody carefully squeezed and rubbed the others shoulder
and back lightly as he was unable not to acknowledge what he had been
gifted with in some manner without making a big production of it,
knowing the precious olive branch that had been held out to him.

Knowing
how precious the trust Obi-Wan had for him was.

Cody
had seen Obi-Wan flinch in utter surprise as even Plo Koon had
touched him, the kel dor one of the least harmful Jedi in the order
towards a fellow member, had seen Obi-Wan’s face turned shameful at
his own reaction.

And
yet here he was.

Utterly
content under Cody’s touch, his smile turning a bit shyer at the
light squeeze and rub before gently nodding with his chin at the pad
in Cody’s hand.

Both
ignored Tano and Skywalker watching them with wide eyes as Cody kept
his hand in place, carefully stepping closer to the man so his thigh
pressed to Obi-Wan’s side, providing human warmth and contact to
his so long ago traumatized General.

His
General who trusted Cody as much as he trusted the man he called
brother in all but blood.

Not
wanting to push his luck, Cody wondered if next time he could try
with one of the head petting’s he gave his vod’ika’s as he
treasured the trust he was given.

in reporttosenate, how are the padawans and younglings interacting with more clones than they have ever met and learning they are trying to save them.

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“Eight,
nine, ten, eleven-” The counting was loud and clear as children of
all ages from five to eleven ran off around the room, desperately
scrambling for a hiding place while muffling their giggles.

Under
the amused and grateful gaze of the creche masters, the troopers had
taken charge of amusing the children until all the Jedi had arrived
and everything could be settled up and today Commander Snow and his
men had decided to play hide and seek with the children. Snow, Lapra,
Browbeat and Tyr were all gathered in a group with their hands over
their eyes as Snow counted for all four of the troopers.

Settling
even more on the bench as he took a small break from the clean up,
Dolan smiled indulgently as he watched one of the older children
scale a beam to hide up in the ceiling scaffolding while a smaller
one crawled under a table with a delighted beam at having found her
hiding space.

Much
to Dolan’s amusement, he noticed one of the mon calamari Initiates
slowly inched her way into the nearby pond and sunk under to hide.

‘I
don’t think that was allowed little one.’ Dolan rubbed his clean
shaven chin, grinning before grunting softly as Master Vos sat down
next to him on the bench, the kiffar watching the troopers count with
bemusement in his eyes.

Neither
said anything for a long time, only observed as Snow finally stopped
counting and started to search the cleaned and prepared room.

These
rooms had been on the priority scale apparently Dolan had learned,
the clones explaining with serious and stern faces that younglings
always came first and needed the comfort of clean and safe spaces.

Dolan
had wholly approved of that, he didn’t mind a slightly drafty or
dirty room if his creche classes were safe and sound in their rooms
and he knew that the rest of the temple was on the agenda to be
cleaned.

“I
don’t really like the clones,” Dolan glanced at Vos, raising a
brow as the man rubbed the yellow streak over his nose. “Don’t
trust them if I’m honest.” He trailed off, watching as Lapra
found the youngling under the table and grabbed them, playfully
tickling and throwing her into the air to the Initiates utter delight
as she hugged the man tightly.

Raising
both brows, Dolan settled his hands in his lap. “…The troopers
have been nothing but respectful and kind to the Jedi,” He said
slowly. “Something we have sorely lacked if the stories I’ve
heard from mission active knights are true.” Dolan tilted his head,
his nerf
tail tickling his neck.

Huffing
a bit, Vos leaned his elbows on his knees, muscles flexing lightly
and most likely unintentionally though Dolan took a moment to admire
them still as the other master generally went around in a sleeveless
outfit. “I… you’re right. I just don’t…” The man pursed
his lips.

Dolan
watched the other for a long moment, the sound of laughter filling
the room as the troopers searched and found kids, playing with them,
bonding with the children who had come to learn that the troopers
were more than soldiers. “…As I understand it, you should have
nothing to say about them, considering their loyalties have never
been in question nor have they ever conspired with dark siders or
killed Jedi on purpose.” Dolan said as lightly as he could.

Vos
still tensed and looked down, staring at his feet.

“Nor
are they on probation,” The creche master returned to watching the
children. “I am not telling you to like them, one can not be
universally liked. But the very least you can do is respect them.”
Dolan hummed a bit.

The
Jedi master said nothing, only clenched his hands on his leggings.

“Beside,”
Dolan smirked ever so slightly as he watched Tyr walk towards the
middle with two human Initiates clinging to his legs on each side.
“If you were to show your displeasure, I believe our Initiates may
just decide that you need a lesson in basic human decency and decide
a tickling match against a Jedi master is a good idea for the honor
of the troopers.” Dolan chortled out as Browbeat finally managed to
find their calamari Initiate in the pond and was struggling to get
him out without getting wet.

Sitting
up at that, Vos watched the kids and the troopers before snorting.
“Guess you’re right. So far every trooper I’ve seen interact
with the younglings adore them and the younglings adore them in
return… not enough adult to play with them I guess?” He glanced
at Dolan.

Shrugging
slightly, the creche master glanced about then gestured. “Not many
choose to become creche masters, we make do with those we have but
unfortunately we are not always enough to play when babies need
feeding and younglings need their injuries tended to.” He smiled
gently before humming as he heard a noise. “But if I’m not wrong,
it sounds like a shuttle is coming closer. The council seems to have
arrived.” He grinned warmly.

Finally,
they were all away from Coruscant to the safety of Eedit.

He
hoped it would remain that way.

GuildOfExile: Plo Koon dropping by once he hears about Lace and and trying to talk them into helping him campaign for clone rights? (maybe with further reactions of the clones to the guild?) Thanks for all of your wonderful stories!

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Looking
up from the report from his crew had given him on the troopers at a
knock on the door frame, Obi-Wan felt a small smile cross his lips as
he saw Plo Koon of all Jedi standing in the opening.

Or
maybe he shouldn’t be surprised at all.

It
had been quite easy to find that Plo was one of those Jedi that cared
deeply for his troopers to the point you could wonder about
attachment.

Not
that Obi-Wan put much into that.

There
was a difference in being attached and experiencing possessive love
and if there was one thing Obi-Wan was sure of, it was that Plo could
mourn and walk away if he lost any of his sons.

And
it was sons, of that Obi-Wan was pretty sure, that the old kel dor
saw each of his men as his own sons that he tried to shield as best
he could.

“Master
Koon, what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” He asked quietly,
gesturing to one of the two chairs in the office he had managed to
wrangle in the barracks. “I’d
offer some tea but I’m afraid I haven’t stocked the office yes
and it’s all just basic in here.” He sighed.

And
it really was basic.

It
was clearly a functioning office for a clone commander but it was
so…bare.

A
durasteel gray desk, an office chair on one side, two normal ones on
the other, some gray shelves, some lighter gray filing cabinets and
that was it. Just bare durasteel white walls, blank floor and the
furniture as its only breaking point.

Obi-Wan
really needed to fix it a bit up to make it comfortable for himself.

Chortling
quietly while taking a seat, Plo waved one clawed hand. “Oh that is
of no matter, I did not come here for tea but to talk with you
Captain Kenobi.” The man smiled at Obi-Wan, relaxing in his seat.

Eyeing
him, Obi-Wan relaxed slowly back into his seat. “…Obi-Wan, you
can call me Obi-Wan.” He settled on, smiling a bit at the surprised
brow raising.

“…Then
you may call me Plo,” The Jedi murmured, staring at him before
smiling softly. “I must admit, that took me off guard, though I did
not expect outright hostilities but with the way things left off with
the Jedi order…” He trailed off.

Glancing
at a shelf, tracing it with his eyes, Obi-Wan pursed his lips a bit.
“…I’ve had time to think about it. The only ones who were
personally involved in my situation would be Master Yoda and maybe
Master Jinn to some extent as the last one to reject me. But if I
held him accountable, I would have to hold all Jedi who rejected me
accountable.” Obi-Wan shrugged a bit and sighed deeply.

It
was a bit risky to tell Plo this, he knew that it would get reported
back but honestly, as Obi-Wan said, he had a long time to think about
his situation as a youngling.

And
a long time to ponder the manipulations he hadn’t understood as a
child.

Yoda’s
claws all over it.

After
all, he still had weeks left until he turned thirteen when he had
been sent to go to the Agricorps and even then, the Agricorps were
not the ideal choice for a young Obi-Wan Kenobi and the skills he had
exhibited those days.

Not
to mention he had not been outright escorted to the Monument by the
Jedi who was suppose to keep an eye on him.

Once
more a meddling from Yoda as Jinn should have picked him up at the
creche that day and walked him to the ship.

“…I
see.” Plo settled on saying, cupping his hands together.

Shaking
himself a bit, his braid swaying back and forth behind him, Obi-Wan
pulled up a smile instead to the other. “Now, what was it you
wanted to speak about?” He wondered, leaning in forward even as he
took notice of shadows at the door frame, troopers listening in.

Not
that he minded, he liked the troopers well enough and looked forward
to getting to know them more so them listening in on what was not a
private conversation didn’t matter to him. “Well, I heard that
your second is a former trooper herself?” Plo spoke up, bringing
Obi-Wan’s attention firmly to him.

Nodding
cautiously, Obi-Wan cocked a brow. “Lace, yes. She’s been with me
the last five years since she escaped decommissioning.” He stated
slowly.

Chuckling,
Plo nodded. “Yes, I was hoping to talk with her, maybe ask her
permission to set up some… conversations with her and other
troopers?” Plo leaned forward a bit. “You see, she is not the
only trooper in her situation but the troopers under the Republic
unfortunately can not get as far as Lace has clearly managed. But
perhaps speaking to one as themselves would help them And
maybe aid in the future of the clone troopers rights as humans that
the Republic have been neglectful of.”
Plo explained, hopeful as he stared at Obi-Wan.

Sitting
back, Obi-Wan blinked before huffing a soft laugh. It had never
occurred to him that of course there must be other transgender
clones, hiding
in the army and now had the potential to explore that part of
themselves under the Jedi. “I’ll… speak with her. She will have
to decide herself but I’ll be happy to give her your comm codes?”
He answered slowly.

Raising
his hands, Plo nodded. “And that is all I ask for…that and maybe
if you’ll humor an old man and come visit the temple. I’ve heard
some rumors that you yourself are a lighsaber wielder and I would
love to have a new sparring partner.” Plo smiled warmly at him.

Now,
what could Obi-Wan answer to that except in a positive way.

If
he beat Plo, he got to show up the temple, show up Yoda on how far he
got on his own.

If
he lost, he had the potential of improving his skills.

A
win regardless.

“I’ll
be happy to.” He settled on.

Does Obi-Wan ever bump into Tahl during rehab? Does she in a way blame herself for Obi-Wan being injured?

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Pressing
his hand to the stump, Anakin carefully inspected
the skin with a small smile as he prodded his fingers, kneeling in
front of the couch with Obi-Wan sitting quietly as he allowed the
touch.

Occasionally
he got a little twitch but that was normal he knew and Obi-Wan did
not seem to be in pain at all, didn’t hiss or jerk away. His leg
was doing wonderful clearly and Anakin nodded in satisfaction. “Seems
you’re adapting quite well to your prosthetic Obi-Wan, you continue
like this and we might be out of the temple even sooner than the
healers think.” He said with a small grin of
pride
as he reached for the neural patch to put the prosthetic back on for
his padawan.

Smiling
in return, Obi-Wan nodded. “That sounds really good I have to
admit. I feel kind of stuck in the temple.” He pouted slightly.

Reaching
up with one hand, the other holding his neural patch to the
fastenings, Anakin gently stroked Obi-Wan’s cheek, feeling the
faint sensation of stubble that
signified Obi-Wan was growing up.
“I know kiddo, but we’ll get out soon. I promise.” The Jedi
knight offered softly before continuing
working.

Carefully
he got the neural patch connected and then got to work connecting the
limb, murmuring a soft warning before pushing it in.

He
got a hiss of pain as answer and rubbed Obi-Wan’s thighs in
comfort. “I know, I know, it sucks as all hell.” Anakin murmured,
full of empathy from his own experience with limb connecting.

Rubbing
away the tears gathering in his eyes, Obi-Wan swallowed harshly.
“…Tea?” He whispered out shakily.

Shifting
a bit up and reaching out with one hand, Anakin pulled Obi-Wan’s
head a bit down to press a soft kiss to his padawan’s forehead.
“Tea, I’ll even lace it with some of that neuron inhibition the
healer gave us.” He offered quietly, smiling when he saw the half
pleased and half embarrassed
flush on Obi-Wan’s cheeks.

Standing,
he made his way to the kitchen, contemplating as he put water to boil
and found the tea for Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan
was a very reserved teen he had come to learn but once someone showed
him physical affection he soaked it up not unlike a sponge, thriving
on it.

But
he didn’t seek it out and Anakin wasn’t sure if that was a side
effect of the creche or Qui-Gon or even Obi-Wan himself thinking that
a Jedi shouldn’t cling. As far as Anakin remembered the creche when
he was volunteering there, the creche master’s were kind and
affectionate with the young, giving them the tools all children need
to grow.

He
had a rather vivid memory of having a night watch with one of the
older creche masters when one of the young boys had a nightmare,
throwing items around. The man had rushed right to the youngling and
calmed him and Anakin had kind of expected that to be it only for the
zabrak to gently croon and pick the human child up, blankets and all
and tucking the boy to his chest, rocking tenderly while murmuring
soothingly.

He
hadn’t put the boy down until a good hour later when they were sure
the boy was asleep and wouldn’t have a reoccurring nightmare.

It
would only make sense that Obi-Wan had the same kind of childhood.

‘But
there was those instances of bullying that was on his report,’
Anakin frowned down at the mug as he filled it with tea leaves.
‘Bullying can leave deep scars, that could have done a lot of
damage. Then came Qui-Gon and all this mess, he may have reverted a
bit in behavior or it could be that Qui-Gon did not give him enough
attention.’ Anakin wanted to sigh but kept it in.

He
had so much to help Obi-Wan with and by the Force he was going to do
it.

Filling
water into the pot, Anakin smiled a bit wryly to himself as it
occurred to him that his mother would be proud of him.

And
Anakin knew that Tahl was proud of him.

He
had meet her when he went to the Hall’s to pick up the neuron
inhibition for Obi-Wan, the older Jedi asking for Obi-Wan’s health
with concern and if it would be possible for her to see him at some
time, something Anakin had promised her to ask Obi-Wan’s opinion on
though he didn’t think that Obi-Wan would be against seeing the
blind Jedi.

But
Anakin wouldn’t make assumptions about that, making assumptions
were bad, especially when Obi-Wan was already in a slightly fragile
conditions thanks to all the other things going on.

Distracted
by his own thought, Anakin jumped when he felt the subject of his
thoughts leaning into him, Obi-Wan having moved from the couch with
one crutch as support to lean against him.

Quickly
Anakin slid his arm around the teens shoulder to bring him in closer
and smiled down at him as green eyes glanced uncertainly up at him
only to relax when he was welcomed and not rejected.

“Just
gotta let it steep and it will be done.” Anakin promised quietly.

Nodding
at that, Obi-Wan settled his head to Anakin’s chest, not saying a
word as he soaked up the warmth and affection on offer.

Can we get a scene where Obi-wan and Qui-Gon are having a good day? Nothing too stressful, just a really good day for the both of them while Obi-wan is still a padawan? Like maybe a day at a beach or something?

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Squinting
slightly, Obi-Wan rolled onto his back and tilted his head enough to
look towards where his master was picking a citrus fruit of some kind
from the orchard. Considering the farmer looked quite content as the
Jedi picked fruit from his tree, Qui-Gon had either paid or charmed
the man though maybe one or two fruits weren’t a damage to the
farmer.

She
looked pretty well to do, so maybe gifting the Jedi who had aided
their planet wasn’t something that concerned her.

Remaining
in the grass, Obi-Wan watched as Qui-Gon turned and came back to him,
smiling slightly up at his master as the man chuckled down at him and
sat down, settling the small armful of fist sized red fruits into his
lap. “Mistress Ziula was kind enough to give us some of her yrada
citrus when she spotted us waiting for the shuttle to the city, I’m
quite sure you’ll like them considering they are sweet.” The
older Jedi teased gently.

Smiling
shyly, Obi-Wan sat up and rubbed his eyes a bit. His sweet tooth
wasn’t something he cared to hide with his master and so he nodded
while eyeing the ruby red fruits in the man’s lap. “I saw some of
these earlier but those looked… yellow?” He noted with interest.

Humming,
Qui-Gon picked up one to show Obi-Wan how to peel it, picking at the
top until it loosened before easily peeling down. “Well there are
different kinds but if they are of the same kind as I have here, they
would have been unripe,” He explained. “See, as most fruits,
these go through a color change. Green, yellowish and then to a
darkened orange or red as these I have here.” Qui-Gon handed over
the peeled fruit to Obi-Wan before picking up another for himself.

‘I
imagine the tropical weather of the planet makes it easy to grow
citruses here, at least on this half of the planet.’ Obi-Wan mused
as he twisted the citrus to get halves sections and then pull the
boats from each other.

Like
a normal orange almost.

Obi-Wan
had oranges before after all but these were clearly a bit different
even if they looked quite a lot
alike a normal orange.

Popping
a boat into his mouth, Obi-Wan chewed thoughtfully before letting out
a happy noise at the sweet, fresh flavor that spread in his mouth. If
he was to explain the flavor, it would be somewhere between and
orange and a strawberry actually and he flushed a bit when he noted
his master watching him in amusement.

Chuckling
faintly, Qui-Gon continued peeling his own and smiled when Obi-Wan
settled his head on the master’s shoulder, both of them relaxing as
there was still hours for the scheduled shuttle bus to come.

When
Obi-Wan let out a small shiver when a breeze rolled past, the man
lifted his robe a bit around his padawan’s shoulders and then
popped a boat into his own mouth of the fruit, both of them watching
the sun shine warmly down on them in the humid day.

Chewing
on the last piece of his own, Obi-Wan rubbed his cheek on the others
shoulder, taking in the comfort of a secure person in his space, he
could even hear the slight whistle of Qui-Gon’s nose like this when
the man breathed out. “We don’t get days to relax like this often
do we.” He murmured quietly.

“Unfortunately
not,” Qui-Gon rumbled, stroking his beard before smiling at
Obi-Wan, tilting his head enough for their eyes to meet. “That’s
why one enjoys it while one can. And eat more fruit.” He plopped a
new red citrus into Obi-Wan’s hand, his shoulder shaking as he
laughed quietly when the other just rolled his eyes and peacefully
started peeling a new fruit for himself.

‘Enjoying
it while one can… yeah, sounds like a good policy.’ Obi-Wan mused
as the scent of citrus peel filled the air and birds chirped all
around them.

Hello, Moddy!! I was rereading Cultureofslaves (which is awesome), and the sharing food part reminded me that Yaddle sneaks candy into younglings’ pockets. What would Anakin’s reaction to that be?

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Scuttling
around the corner as fast as he could, Anakin shot down the hallway
with a wide grin on his face as he aimed for one particular door as
knights of all races jumped out of his way. They were much too used
to the young Skywalker’s behavior to even bother grumbling and some
of them were honestly amused by it though the stiffer and more rule
oriented ones did make tutting noises of disapproval.

Anakin
didn’t care as he finally reached Obi-Wan’s knight quarters and
knocked on it quickly, waiting for there to be a ‘come in’ call
from somewhere inside before letting himself in with a thumbscan.
“Obi-Wan!” He cried in delight, throwing his boots off as fast as
he could before launching himself at the man rising from the couch.

Obi-Wan
had barely managed to take two steps from it with an amused look on
his scruffy face.

Laughing
in surprise while quickly raising his arms, Obi-Wan caught his
younger lineage brother and gave him a hug. “I see you finally
heard I was back in the temple.” He teased the fourteen year old,
grinning down at the boy as he waddled back to the couch and sat
down,
Anakin settling in his lap as he did back on the Nubian cruiser so many years ago now.

The
teen took the moment to take in the changes, Obi-Wan’s hair now
properly grown out from the awkward padawan cut but the other was
apparently trying for a beard, the scruff still to far off to be
considered dignified, it did make Obi-Wan look older though.

Honestly,
Anakin
was really
getting
much too
big for it really but Obi-Wan was a sucker for his lineage brother
and let him use his lap. “Yup! Qui-Gon told me after breakfast and
I don’t have morning classes,” Anakin beamed brightly before
reaching into his pocket and holding up a handful of candies. “Look
what Master Yaddle gave me!” He beamed.

Chuckling
at that, Obi-Wan eyed the
precious gift of wrapped candies in the others hand. Normally Yaddle
did this for the younger Initiates more than older padawans but
Anakin was a special case ever since the young boy had come racing
after Yaddle after getting candies the first time, eagerly gifting
her sugar crusted insects or maybe it was chocolate?

Obi-Wan
couldn’t remember but unofficially, that made her part of their
little ‘family’ in Anakin’s young mind and the two had kept up
their little sweet gifting since then.

And
honestly, Obi-Wan didn’t mind, out of many masters, Yaddle never
forgot herself.

She
remembered being stuck for ages in that cave, surviving all those
long years alone.

She
understood when fellow knights came home hurt, both physically and
mentally and she understood that padawans required assurances.

Anakin
wasn’t the only special case after all, Obi-Wan still found the
occasional sweet in his own pockets and he was sure he wasn’t the
only knight.

Yaddle
remembered those who hurt and kept a soft spot for them, reminding
them that someone was actually thinking about their pain and wanted
to cheer them up.

Mentally
shaking himself, Obi-Wan raised a brow at Anakin. “That’s very
kind of her, as usual. You do remember to thank her right? Not just
slide sweets back into her pockets?” He drawled and sniggered when
Anakin pouted.

Stuffing
the candy back in his pocket, Anakin flickered his finger over
Obi-Wan’s nose tip. “Of course I do! I’m not a little kid
anymore.” He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Ugh,
don’t I know it, you’re getting much too big for lap sitting
really.” Obi-Wan groaned dramatically and flopped back before
laughing when Anakin yelled in denial and then went for Obi-Wan’s
sides with his quick hands.

Squealing
in shock and throwing the other to the other end of the couch,
Obi-Wan jumped to his feet and grabbed a pillow instead. “Oh no!
You come here and start a tickle war and I will end it with a pillow
war, I swear Anakin Skywalker.” Obi-Wan threatened with a wild grin
crossing his face, stealthily summoning pillows from the bedroom even
as Anakin grabbed the remaining couch pillow.

“Oh?
You and what army is gonna end that old
man?” Anakin taunted, turning tense and leery when Obi-Wan’s eyes
glittered in mischievous delight.

“This
one!” Obi-Wan sent the pillows, each hitting Anakin in the back and
sending him sprawling face first into the couch.

For
a few moments Obi-Wan stood there with Anakin face down and butt up
in the couch before the blond groaned loudly and Obi-Wan cackled in
utter delight.

“I’m
king of this quarter!”

Clones taking care of Jedi and the Jedi taking care of clones

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Pushing
a bowl into Fives hands, Anakin smiled worriedly at the trooper
before glancing around the tent full of coughing and hiccuping
troopers as the other obediently started to sip the thin broth to see
if he could manage to keep something down.

Clones
were normally hardy people, made to be resistant to most illnesses
and diseases but when they got sick, they got real
sick.

As
was the case at that moment with the 501st
and the 212th.

Half
of them were sick with the rest of them being quarantined away.

All
of their medics were down, Helix, Helios, Kix and Bandaid were
actually still on the hallucination stage with Echo and Boil being
the ones who had recovered the furthest as they were able to actually
sit up and eat without being worried about everything either coming
up the mouth or out the other way in an explosive diarrhea.

All
three Jedi had decided to care for the troopers as the Force made
them immune to this particular illness and that meant that all the
other troopers were being kept outside the now quarantined medical
tent that had to be set up post haste.

They
kept guard over their sick vode and the Jedi, they made food and they
picked up supplies as they were dropped and for that Anakin was
grateful.

He,
Ahsoka and Obi-Wan were resting on shifts to make sure everyone was
taken care of but Anakin had a feeling that Obi-Wan was taking more
than his fair share.

But
to be fair, so was he.

Both
of them were making sure Ahsoka slept a bit more and that’s why
Anakin wasn’t outright calling out Obi-Wan for taking an hour or
two extra now and then.

He
was all too aware of Obi-Wan’s stern stare in his back after all and
knew that if he called out Obi-Wan on his behavior, Obi-Wan would
call out Anakin on his and thereby Ahsoka would know that they were
taking a few of her shift hours to make sure she slept.

But
both Anakin and Obi-Wan were replacing that rest with some
meditation, something Ahsoka didn’t quite have a grasp on yet.

They
were still all exhausted, racing to and fro as they were in the tent,
tending to troopers, helping them clean up, administering medication
and helping a few of them between the fresher and beds.

His
eyes caught Obi-Wan, the redhead sitting at Captain Rex bedside and
the two smiled tiredly at each other before focusing back on helping
each of the troopers eat at least a bowlful of broth.

()()()

Of
course, the good thing about the clones resistance was that they also
recovered quickly once the sickness passed them.

A
few days of wobbling legs, a few days of upped water intake and some
food along with a decent nights rest and they could be back in
fighting form thanks to their systems fighting the sickness so well
once they were back in form and whatever had infected them was dead
in their systems.

Jedi
however were not always so lucky when pushing themselves.

Which
was obvious when Anakin slid down a pole to sit on the ground,
shaking his head and muttering about dizziness and Obi-Wan followed
an hour later, almost face planting in his commander’s chest.

Ahsoka,
being smarter than both her masters, quietly went to her bedroll when
she started to feel a tired ache roll up her calves, curling up to
rest without a complaint unlike the two Jedi master’s who
complained all the way to the bedrolls where they were pushed in and
helped out of boots, belts and tunics to rest properly under the
instructions of the medics who had a lot more rank pulling than the
Jedi when it came to the situation of health.

Taking
care of so many men had exhausted all three Jedi and now they were
paying for that exhaustion after two weeks of pushing their bodies.

Tucking
in the exhausted Generals who finally stopped complaining, Cody and
Rex exchanged looks before smiling at each other and shrugging. They
may be Jedi but they were just as mortal as the clones were and with
that came exhaustion and fevers though Helix and Kix were certain
that both older Jedi would be good as long as they rested.

Ahsoka
on the other hand needed do hydrate.

Both
things were something the troopers would help with, keeping quiet and
making sure that all three Jedi got the rest they needed and the
nutrients they should have when they woke up.

Clones taking care of Jedi and the Jedi taking care of clones

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Pushing
a bowl into Fives hands, Anakin smiled worriedly at the trooper
before glancing around the tent full of coughing and hiccuping
troopers as the other obediently started to sip the thin broth to see
if he could manage to keep something down.

Clones
were normally hardy people, made to be resistant to most illnesses
and diseases but when they got sick, they got real
sick.

As
was the case at that moment with the 501st
and the 212th.

Half
of them were sick with the rest of them being quarantined away.

All
of their medics were down, Helix, Helios, Kix and Bandaid were
actually still on the hallucination stage with Echo and Boil being
the ones who had recovered the furthest as they were able to actually
sit up and eat without being worried about everything either coming
up the mouth or out the other way in an explosive diarrhea.

All
three Jedi had decided to care for the troopers as the Force made
them immune to this particular illness and that meant that all the
other troopers were being kept outside the now quarantined medical
tent that had to be set up post haste.

They
kept guard over their sick vode and the Jedi, they made food and they
picked up supplies as they were dropped and for that Anakin was
grateful.

He,
Ahsoka and Obi-Wan were resting on shifts to make sure everyone was
taken care of but Anakin had a feeling that Obi-Wan was taking more
than his fair share.

But
to be fair, so was he.

Both
of them were making sure Ahsoka slept a bit more and that’s why
Anakin wasn’t outright calling out Obi-Wan for taking an hour or
two extra now and then.

He
was all too aware of Obi-Wan’s stern stare in his back after all and
knew that if he called out Obi-Wan on his behavior, Obi-Wan would
call out Anakin on his and thereby Ahsoka would know that they were
taking a few of her shift hours to make sure she slept.

But
both Anakin and Obi-Wan were replacing that rest with some
meditation, something Ahsoka didn’t quite have a grasp on yet.

They
were still all exhausted, racing to and fro as they were in the tent,
tending to troopers, helping them clean up, administering medication
and helping a few of them between the fresher and beds.

His
eyes caught Obi-Wan, the redhead sitting at Captain Rex bedside and
the two smiled tiredly at each other before focusing back on helping
each of the troopers eat at least a bowlful of broth.

()()()

Of
course, the good thing about the clones resistance was that they also
recovered quickly once the sickness passed them.

A
few days of wobbling legs, a few days of upped water intake and some
food along with a decent nights rest and they could be back in
fighting form thanks to their systems fighting the sickness so well
once they were back in form and whatever had infected them was dead
in their systems.

Jedi
however were not always so lucky when pushing themselves.

Which
was obvious when Anakin slid down a pole to sit on the ground,
shaking his head and muttering about dizziness and Obi-Wan followed
an hour later, almost face planting in his commander’s chest.

Ahsoka,
being smarter than both her masters, quietly went to her bedroll when
she started to feel a tired ache roll up her calves, curling up to
rest without a complaint unlike the two Jedi master’s who
complained all the way to the bedrolls where they were pushed in and
helped out of boots, belts and tunics to rest properly under the
instructions of the medics who had a lot more rank pulling than the
Jedi when it came to the situation of health.

Taking
care of so many men had exhausted all three Jedi and now they were
paying for that exhaustion after two weeks of pushing their bodies.

Tucking
in the exhausted Generals who finally stopped complaining, Cody and
Rex exchanged looks before smiling at each other and shrugging. They
may be Jedi but they were just as mortal as the clones were and with
that came exhaustion and fevers though Helix and Kix were certain
that both older Jedi would be good as long as they rested.

Ahsoka
on the other hand needed do hydrate.

Both
things were something the troopers would help with, keeping quiet and
making sure that all three Jedi got the rest they needed and the
nutrients they should have when they woke up.

#immortalplans- Obi has a run in the Qui-Gon’s dislike (?) for the unified force. Who does Obi turn to? Does the council find out?

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“Is
he always like that about visions?” Obi-Wan questioned out loud as
he continued doodling on his flimsi.

Anakin
paused mid kata and then gave a deep sigh, dropping his exercise to
turn his attention on his little lineage brother with a deep frown.
“You went to Master Qui-Gon with a vision, didn’t you?” He
didn’t really need to ask that.

He
knew the ‘he’ in question after all.

“All
dreams pass in time?” Obi-Wan continued doodling, not looking up
from the flimsi and when Anakin crossed the small space he had been
going through kata’s he got a good look at what he thought was a
red skinned,
zabrak?
Maybe,
covered
in black tattoos.

With
red sabers.

Anakin
swallowed as he sunk down at the caff table, taking note how Obi-Wan
wasn’t looking up at him.

Taking
a deep breath, Anakin rubbed his warm face before sighing deeply.
“The thing is… he doesn’t trust them.” Anakin stated bluntly,
watching the other tense, his color pencil stilling on the page.

Then
Obi-Wan started rubbing the red marker down even harder.

“Its
not the person though,” Anakin continued slowly. “Its because
he’s seen what visions can do to people.” He finished more
softly, not
certain he should be telling this to Obi-Wan.

Finally
Obi-Wan peeked up at him uncertainly, nibbling on his bottom lip as
he did.

Anakin
smiled sadly. “You know there’s a long term ward in the Halls
right?” He asked softly, smiling a bit more when Obi-Wan nodded
because of course Obi-Wan knew. He was a precocious little kid after
all. “A few of Master Qui-Gon’s friends are in there.” Anakin
stated softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Sitting
back on his heels, Obi-Wan stared at Anakin, eyes wide.

“When
someone with the Force sees things their mind can’t cope with…”
Anakin paused, pursing his lips as he thought about how to explain
things to the redhead. “When they see things that are just so hard
for them to handle, they sometimes don’t manage to function past it
because they get too caught up in that vision.” He finally settled
on.

Obi-Wan
looked down at his hands then up at Anakin. “Does he think I’ll
get caught up in the visions too?” He asked with wide eyes.

“Maybe?”
Anakin shrugged, sitting back on his ass and pulling his knees up to
rest his arms on. “I don’t know how he thinks but I went to
master Yan when I was about fifteen and asked him about visions and
Master Qui-Gon you see and he told me that a few of Qui-Gon’s
friends through the years have been confined to the long term ward. I
think Qui-Gon is scared of that happening to us because he cares
about us.” He sighed a bit.

Then
he reached out and ruffled Obi-Wan’s hair when the boy looked
trouble, prompting a little giggle.

“However,
you can come to me if there’s anything about visions you worry
about,” Anakin grinned brightly
at
him. “I get visions all the time you see.” He
added in a whisper, as if that was a secret.

“Because
you’re the chosen one.” Obi-Wan chirped and Anakin grimaced
before shrugging.

“Something
like that. Regardless, Qui-Gon’s opinion about visions is kind of
common and you shouldn’t trust all your visions without good
scrutiny. Sometimes a vision only comes true because you believe in
it enough that you cause it to happen.” Anakin’s lips quirked
sadly at the explanation.

Which
prompted Obi-Wan to take his mech hand in his small ones, the two
staring at each other before Obi-Wan pushed in closer and rubbed his
cheek on Anakin’s upper arm.

The
story of how Anakin Skywalker lost his flesh arm cause he ran
headlong into an attack was rather known after all.

“Anyhow,
yeah, just come to me if you got vision issues.” Anakin murmured,
wrapping his arms around the boy and hugging him tightly to his
chest, staring at the drawing of the red and black covered being with
a red lightstaff.

#immortalplans- Obi has a run in the Qui-Gon’s dislike (?) for the unified force. Who does Obi turn to? Does the council find out?

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“Is
he always like that about visions?” Obi-Wan questioned out loud as
he continued doodling on his flimsi.

Anakin
paused mid kata and then gave a deep sigh, dropping his exercise to
turn his attention on his little lineage brother with a deep frown.
“You went to Master Qui-Gon with a vision, didn’t you?” He
didn’t really need to ask that.

He
knew the ‘he’ in question after all.

“All
dreams pass in time?” Obi-Wan continued doodling, not looking up
from the flimsi and when Anakin crossed the small space he had been
going through kata’s he got a good look at what he thought was a
red skinned,
zabrak?
Maybe,
covered
in black tattoos.

With
red sabers.

Anakin
swallowed as he sunk down at the caff table, taking note how Obi-Wan
wasn’t looking up at him.

Taking
a deep breath, Anakin rubbed his warm face before sighing deeply.
“The thing is… he doesn’t trust them.” Anakin stated bluntly,
watching the other tense, his color pencil stilling on the page.

Then
Obi-Wan started rubbing the red marker down even harder.

“Its
not the person though,” Anakin continued slowly. “Its because
he’s seen what visions can do to people.” He finished more
softly, not
certain he should be telling this to Obi-Wan.

Finally
Obi-Wan peeked up at him uncertainly, nibbling on his bottom lip as
he did.

Anakin
smiled sadly. “You know there’s a long term ward in the Halls
right?” He asked softly, smiling a bit more when Obi-Wan nodded
because of course Obi-Wan knew. He was a precocious little kid after
all. “A few of Master Qui-Gon’s friends are in there.” Anakin
stated softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Sitting
back on his heels, Obi-Wan stared at Anakin, eyes wide.

“When
someone with the Force sees things their mind can’t cope with…”
Anakin paused, pursing his lips as he thought about how to explain
things to the redhead. “When they see things that are just so hard
for them to handle, they sometimes don’t manage to function past it
because they get too caught up in that vision.” He finally settled
on.

Obi-Wan
looked down at his hands then up at Anakin. “Does he think I’ll
get caught up in the visions too?” He asked with wide eyes.

“Maybe?”
Anakin shrugged, sitting back on his ass and pulling his knees up to
rest his arms on. “I don’t know how he thinks but I went to
master Yan when I was about fifteen and asked him about visions and
Master Qui-Gon you see and he told me that a few of Qui-Gon’s
friends through the years have been confined to the long term ward. I
think Qui-Gon is scared of that happening to us because he cares
about us.” He sighed a bit.

Then
he reached out and ruffled Obi-Wan’s hair when the boy looked
trouble, prompting a little giggle.

“However,
you can come to me if there’s anything about visions you worry
about,” Anakin grinned brightly
at
him. “I get visions all the time you see.” He
added in a whisper, as if that was a secret.

“Because
you’re the chosen one.” Obi-Wan chirped and Anakin grimaced
before shrugging.

“Something
like that. Regardless, Qui-Gon’s opinion about visions is kind of
common and you shouldn’t trust all your visions without good
scrutiny. Sometimes a vision only comes true because you believe in
it enough that you cause it to happen.” Anakin’s lips quirked
sadly at the explanation.

Which
prompted Obi-Wan to take his mech hand in his small ones, the two
staring at each other before Obi-Wan pushed in closer and rubbed his
cheek on Anakin’s upper arm.

The
story of how Anakin Skywalker lost his flesh arm cause he ran
headlong into an attack was rather known after all.

“Anyhow,
yeah, just come to me if you got vision issues.” Anakin murmured,
wrapping his arms around the boy and hugging him tightly to his
chest, staring at the drawing of the red and black covered being with
a red lightstaff.