Obi-Wan gave a little whimper, eyes
tearing up even as Kix gently continued to clean out the gash on his
forehead, the bleeding long since stopped. “I’m so sorry. Fives
and I was jus-”

“Playing, we know.” Anakin was
gently assuring the teen, frowning in worry as assisting medic was
giving Fives a brain scan, the clone having taken the brunt of the
impact. “But trying to use the Force to float up and climb was
really not a good idea.”

“It was until Ahsoka scared me.”
Obi-Wan countered then gave a soft whine as Kix had to remove gravel
from the gash with a tweezers.

Cody twitched beside Anakin at the
noise, the commander resisting the urge to just grab his child
general and hide him away.

Obi-Wan was trying not to make any
noises but it really hurt and he had no idea what to do about that.
Normally he’d try and release it into the Force but after mucking
around with Fives he felt tired.

The Jedi knight reached out, most
likely to assure when the assisting medic made a noise by Fives. “Um,
sirs? I think you may want to have a look at this.”

Kix gave them a puzzled look before
placing a bacta patch on Obi-Wan’s forehead and let him into Cody’s
care as he and Anakin moved over to the scan that was being taken.

“Wha-Pink, what is that?”

That was the last Obi-Wan heard before
he was being carried out of the medical tent by Cody, the commander
taking him to get icecream of all things. And to get the blood
cleaned off his tunic and face.

()()()

Heavy and cotton mouthed, Obi-Wan
shifted slowly against the softer then normal bunk that he was curled
up on, several blankets covering his body.

He felt…weird.

And fuzzy.

And just…

Also did his sleep wear shrink?

Obi-Wan sat up slowly, blinking down at
his hairy feet in confusion as his hand raised to encounter his beard
before memories came back to him.

The sith planet, Cody and his men, the
fear in the air…and Qui-Gon.
“Master?” He whispered.

And sheer like a holo display, Qui-Gon
appeared before him, smiling gently and looking just as he had on
Naboo so many years ago. “I’m glad you remembered that part
little imp of mine.” He teased gently.

The tussled redhead stared at him for a
long moment before he dropped his head in his hands, shuddering
lightly. “It wasn’t a dream…none of it was a dream.” He
choked out, resisting the urge to whimper as he felt a touch to his
hair as if a breeze was playing with it.

“No my imp. It was not a dream. You
might want to call for Anakin though, your normal tunics are not
here.” Qui-Gon murmured. “And the borrowed t-shirt from Anakin is
not exactly decent.” He chuckled quietly.

Obi-Wan lifted his head slowly, staring
up at him. “…You’re going to explain to me how you’re
here…later…but for what its worth master…I’m glad you’re
here.” He gave a watery smile before reaching out through the Force
to summon Anakin.

Quicker then expected, Anakin threw the
tent flap aside with a wide eyed look on his face before it broke
into an even wider grin as he marched into the tent and wrapped
Obi-Wan up in a tight hug. “Force! You’re back to normal!” He
quickly leaned back, taking a good look at Obi-Wan before relaxing.
“You’re back to normal.” He breathed out.

“I am. Though a bit…less then
decent I’m afraid to say.” Obi-Wan smiled meekly at him.

“Right, you don’t have clothes
here.” Anakin ran his hand through Obi-Wan’s tussled hair, the
touch soothing as if…oh right Anakin had done this when his smaller
self had gotten upset and Obi-Wan felt himself lean into the touch
subconsciously.

Both froze a bit, staring at each other
before Anakin awkwardly withdrew his hand. “Ah, um…”

“You…didn’t have to stop that.”
Obi-Wan murmured. “I mean, unless you were uncom-” The hand
returned to his hair, stroking rebellious locks back gently.

“I was more worried about your level
of comfort Obi-Wan, you’re not usually a tactile person.” The
blond hummed.

“Guess I had a refresher in what
comfort I need then. But…I do need clothes Anakin.”

“Yeah…and I have something to show
you.”

A shift of clothes later and some clean
up and Obi-Wan was staring at the X-ray of Fives head. “You mean
these are in everyone?” He gestured to the small spot in the
troopers head.

Anakin nodded. “Each and
everyone…I’m not sure what to do. Fives volunteered to have it
removed so we could study it and I’ve sent of word to Master Ti.
For now we have to subdue the Separatists.” Anakin sighed before
smiling at Obi-Wan, expression worn. “But perhaps with you back to
spec, things will go smoother.”

“I hope so Anakin.” The Jedi Master
smiled back.

“…You were one cute thirteen year
old though Master.” Anakin couldn’t resist teasing. “All
dimples, big eyes and freckles.”

To his surprise, Obi-Wan only laughed
quietly with the tips of his ears turning red. “I’ll take that as
a compliment Anakin.”

“…You seem different Obi-Wan.”

“…I guess…being thirteen again
gave me a new perspective.”

“Yeah?”

Obi-Wan fiddled with a thread of his
sleeve before looking at Anakin. “It reminded me that physical
comfort can be a good thing. And that games played with friends is a
comfort too.” He smiled.

Anakin blinked before smiling in return
and reaching out, slowly winding an arm around the redhead’s
shoulders, his smile widening when all Obi-Wan did was relax into
him.

“Ah.”

The war was still winding away, it
would take time to stamp out the Separatists and the mourning for
Palpatine was still ongoing…but Anakin felt…lighter then he had
in a long time.

The future did not seem so dark.

Obi-Wan gave a little whimper, eyes
tearing up even as Kix gently continued to clean out the gash on his
forehead, the bleeding long since stopped. “I’m so sorry. Fives
and I was jus-”

“Playing, we know.” Anakin was
gently assuring the teen, frowning in worry as assisting medic was
giving Fives a brain scan, the clone having taken the brunt of the
impact. “But trying to use the Force to float up and climb was
really not a good idea.”

“It was until Ahsoka scared me.”
Obi-Wan countered then gave a soft whine as Kix had to remove gravel
from the gash with a tweezers.

Cody twitched beside Anakin at the
noise, the commander resisting the urge to just grab his child
general and hide him away.

Obi-Wan was trying not to make any
noises but it really hurt and he had no idea what to do about that.
Normally he’d try and release it into the Force but after mucking
around with Fives he felt tired.

The Jedi knight reached out, most
likely to assure when the assisting medic made a noise by Fives. “Um,
sirs? I think you may want to have a look at this.”

Kix gave them a puzzled look before
placing a bacta patch on Obi-Wan’s forehead and let him into Cody’s
care as he and Anakin moved over to the scan that was being taken.

“Wha-Pink, what is that?”

That was the last Obi-Wan heard before
he was being carried out of the medical tent by Cody, the commander
taking him to get icecream of all things. And to get the blood
cleaned off his tunic and face.

()()()

Heavy and cotton mouthed, Obi-Wan
shifted slowly against the softer then normal bunk that he was curled
up on, several blankets covering his body.

He felt…weird.

And fuzzy.

And just…

Also did his sleep wear shrink?

Obi-Wan sat up slowly, blinking down at
his hairy feet in confusion as his hand raised to encounter his beard
before memories came back to him.

The sith planet, Cody and his men, the
fear in the air…and Qui-Gon.
“Master?” He whispered.

And sheer like a holo display, Qui-Gon
appeared before him, smiling gently and looking just as he had on
Naboo so many years ago. “I’m glad you remembered that part
little imp of mine.” He teased gently.

The tussled redhead stared at him for a
long moment before he dropped his head in his hands, shuddering
lightly. “It wasn’t a dream…none of it was a dream.” He
choked out, resisting the urge to whimper as he felt a touch to his
hair as if a breeze was playing with it.

“No my imp. It was not a dream. You
might want to call for Anakin though, your normal tunics are not
here.” Qui-Gon murmured. “And the borrowed t-shirt from Anakin is
not exactly decent.” He chuckled quietly.

Obi-Wan lifted his head slowly, staring
up at him. “…You’re going to explain to me how you’re
here…later…but for what its worth master…I’m glad you’re
here.” He gave a watery smile before reaching out through the Force
to summon Anakin.

Quicker then expected, Anakin threw the
tent flap aside with a wide eyed look on his face before it broke
into an even wider grin as he marched into the tent and wrapped
Obi-Wan up in a tight hug. “Force! You’re back to normal!” He
quickly leaned back, taking a good look at Obi-Wan before relaxing.
“You’re back to normal.” He breathed out.

“I am. Though a bit…less then
decent I’m afraid to say.” Obi-Wan smiled meekly at him.

“Right, you don’t have clothes
here.” Anakin ran his hand through Obi-Wan’s tussled hair, the
touch soothing as if…oh right Anakin had done this when his smaller
self had gotten upset and Obi-Wan felt himself lean into the touch
subconsciously.

Both froze a bit, staring at each other
before Anakin awkwardly withdrew his hand. “Ah, um…”

“You…didn’t have to stop that.”
Obi-Wan murmured. “I mean, unless you were uncom-” The hand
returned to his hair, stroking rebellious locks back gently.

“I was more worried about your level
of comfort Obi-Wan, you’re not usually a tactile person.” The
blond hummed.

“Guess I had a refresher in what
comfort I need then. But…I do need clothes Anakin.”

“Yeah…and I have something to show
you.”

A shift of clothes later and some clean
up and Obi-Wan was staring at the X-ray of Fives head. “You mean
these are in everyone?” He gestured to the small spot in the
troopers head.

Anakin nodded. “Each and
everyone…I’m not sure what to do. Fives volunteered to have it
removed so we could study it and I’ve sent of word to Master Ti.
For now we have to subdue the Separatists.” Anakin sighed before
smiling at Obi-Wan, expression worn. “But perhaps with you back to
spec, things will go smoother.”

“I hope so Anakin.” The Jedi Master
smiled back.

“…You were one cute thirteen year
old though Master.” Anakin couldn’t resist teasing. “All
dimples, big eyes and freckles.”

To his surprise, Obi-Wan only laughed
quietly with the tips of his ears turning red. “I’ll take that as
a compliment Anakin.”

“…You seem different Obi-Wan.”

“…I guess…being thirteen again
gave me a new perspective.”

“Yeah?”

Obi-Wan fiddled with a thread of his
sleeve before looking at Anakin. “It reminded me that physical
comfort can be a good thing. And that games played with friends is a
comfort too.” He smiled.

Anakin blinked before smiling in return
and reaching out, slowly winding an arm around the redhead’s
shoulders, his smile widening when all Obi-Wan did was relax into
him.

“Ah.”

The war was still winding away, it
would take time to stamp out the Separatists and the mourning for
Palpatine was still ongoing…but Anakin felt…lighter then he had
in a long time.

The future did not seem so dark.