Dooku

I loove your writing so so much! Please could you do one with bb!obi and Sith!quigon where obi is wrapping maul/ventress/dooku around his tiny finger and getting them to bring him sweets despite quigon attempting to curb his sweet tooth (because although Sith are supposed to give into temptation the amount of sweets obi wants to eat are in no way healthy)

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“No.” Qui-Gon
growled, picking up his apprentice and settling the child on his hip,
glaring at both Maul and Savage. “That is enough, no more sweets,
do you two have any idea how much sweets he’s eaten this week
alone?”

Maul raised a
severly unimpressed eyebrow before shrugging. “No.”

“To much. So much
that he’s getting ill and having stomach aches and he has cavities
from here to Naboo.” Qui-Gon adjusted his apprentice on his hip and
gave the copper haired imp a long look. “No more sweets, I’m
putting my foot down.”

“But Master!”

“No.”

“Daaaaaaad.”
The child whined, going for his last option.

“Nooo.”

()()()()

“I told you all
not to give him anymore sweets!” Qui-Gon growled, incensed as he
stared at the guilty looking child with chocolate sploges on his
face.

“Relaaaax, its a
treat for doing so good. You’d have been impressed with him today.”
Ventress smirked at him, leaning on her hands. She wasn’t about to
admit that Obi-Wan’s big, slightly glowing, green eyes had made her
give in and give him chocolate.

“I don’t care,
treats can be something NOT sweets.” Qui-Gon took a moist cloth and
started to wipe the child’s face, eyes narrowed in displeasure.

“…It was just a
little bit master?”

“Tell that to
your cavities. Force Obi-Wan, please show SOME restraint.”

()()()()

“And no sweets.”

“Of course not
Qui-Gon.” Dooku offered pleasantly with a hand on Obi-Wan’s
shoulder, watching the other man seemingly deflate in relief. “I do
have some decorum, as if I kept sweets around.”

“…Good, he has
enough cavities to make a mining operation possible.”

“Dentist bot
time?”

“If we had one on
site, yes but we don’t. What do you think my own personal side
thing is?” Qui-Gon offered dryly before the space ship closed up
and took the man away.

Obi-Wan and Dooku
watched the ship until it was gone before the old man reached into
his pocket and pulled out a wrapped cookie, handing it to the wibbly
looking child. “Technically not sweets. Just don’t tell him.”
Dooku chuckled and guided the young one back inside.

He didn’t feel to
guilty giving the child a cookie since Qui-Gon would bring back a
dentist mech.

“Thank you
grandpa.” Obi-Wan gave him a sweet smile and nibbled on the cookie.

“…How does
chocolate cake for dessert today sound?”

“Really?”

“Yes, dessert,
technically not a sweet once again.”

Hey ! What about sith apprentice Obi-Wan coming to Qui-gon and asking him to be his master ^^?

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He is not to be a Jedi.

That rocks him into his core, it ruptures something Obi-Wan has
barely kept a hold on for so many years through the bullying of Bruck
and his mates, through the master’s whose eyes have glanced over
him and then left him behind.

He is to become a farmer, despite his strength in the Unifying Force
and not the Living. To join the Agricorps.

Obi-Wan stares at his feet, frowning at the feeble sack of items he
owns and looks back to where he can barely see the temple in the
distance, the only home he has ever known before looking to the
Corellian barge that is to take him to Bandomeer.

To be a farmer.

Just like Bruck always told him he’d be better suited as.

But Obi-Wan knows himself. He knows what he is, he is strong in the
Force and dreams of the future even when he does not try to see it,
he is not suited to be a farmer. He can feel the Force hum in
agreement to his thought.

But if the path of a Jedi master is not one he is allowed to take…

He closes his eyes and reaches out in the Force for answers, for
guidance but not receiving an answer. Frustration leaks into his
thoughts, raw anger he has barely kept lid on and darker eddies rises
to whisper of power, strength, freedom and the galaxy at his
fingertips.

It whispers of yellow eyes and a tall, broad shouldered man with long hair and a deadly smirk.

Obi-Wan’s eyes snapped open to stare at the barge once again.

His hand reached for the strap of his meager bag as he keeps it in
his vision.

And then he turns and moves towards another ship, one that will bring
him Serenno, changing the destiny of the galaxy as he steps away.

In the middle of a council meeting the Light side of the Force
screams out for the Jedi to listen, darkness flooding it with every
step Obi-Wan Kenobi takes away from the barge and the temple. They
stutter, they still but its to late to call the child back.

The twelve year old has already boarded the ship and it has left.

Yoda grieves, he knows the next time he sees the child he taught, he
will not be the same.

()()()

“You’ve been pacing for what feels like hours.” Dooku watched
his former apprentice over his own hands, watching him move with
agitation like a taunted nexus. “And the Force has been strange for
days.”

“Something is changing.” Qui-Gon offered in return. “I feel
like…” He frowned and looked away before sighing and sitting down
next to his master at the dining table. “I don’t know, there’s
something coming.”

Dooku was about to answer when one of the servants bowed her way in,
her face respectful but bored. “My lords, there’s a boy who is
asking for Lord Jinn. He told me that while he had no appointment,
that he would be seen.” There’s something monotone in her voice.

A Force suggestion.

Qui-Gon stared at her before nodding. “Show him in.” He feels the
Force crest in anticipation and from the way Dooku raises his brow,
he can feel it too.

“Qui-Gon…”

“I will see him.” The long haired man stood, waiting.

The spark of Force is bright and warm as it approaches. Powerful.

Fires are powerful. They can warm and protect against the darkness
and cold.

Fires can also consume and ravage and Qui-Gon can not help it as he
sees the boy’s face for the first time. He smirks at the copper
haired child who bows slowly for them both, green eyes watching
Qui-Gon closely.

“Welcome…apprentice.”

Can you write something with jump!ObiWan where QuiGon or other jedi get to see how great he actually is in lightsaber duels with soresu? Don’t get me wrong, I love angst and hurt Obi, but I’m a sucker for his badass moments as well and I’d love more of that *^*

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Dimension jump!Obi-Wan having another run-in with Dooku pretty please?

  These two anons came right ontop of each other and they…um insipred each other so to say… cut for length.     

“Are you sure Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon frowned at the other and Obi-Wan
sighed in response, shaking his head.

“For the last time, YES. I’m fully healed, the phsyic trauma is as
good as gone and I am not intending in engaging in a Force driven
battle on a high front.” He turned his eyes on Anakin who were
grinning at them. “Tell him Anakin!”

“Oh keep me out of this, this is hilarious.” The blond held
up his hands.

“Oh traitor…” Obi-Wan huffed then sighed and released his
tension, looking to Qui-Gon. “Please Qui-Gon, trust me. I know what
I’m doing, I survived a war for three years, I was one of the few
survivors of a Purge. Trust me to know what I’m doing.”

“Be careful…” Qui-Gon finally settled on, his fingers twitching
as if he wanted to reach out and touch the other. “Take with you a
small squad.”

Obi-Wan sighed but nodded and soon had Helix, Rex and two other
troopers with him. Ram and Akk, two of the shinies Obi-Wan had saved,
both giving the rest of the team jaunty waves before following the
third Jedi out into the jungle to flank and infiltrate the droids to
sabotage.

Of course, nothing goes as it should around Obi-Wan.

“Ah Count Dooku, I thought I smelled something rotten.” The Jedi
got in front of his troops, keeping himself between the Sith and
them, trusting them to take care of the droid squad. He had lost to
many, he had lost so much and in such a short time he had gained so
much.

He’d protect what he’d gained.

“Kenobi. I was hoping to encounter you again.” Dooku activated
his blade, eyes glowing in the red of the light. “My master was
most displeased with your appearance.” There was a jerk of a
muscle.

“I can imagine, tell me, how deep did the lightning go?” Obi-Wan
taunted before giving a enhanced leap, his blade lighting up in blue
in front of him as he fell into his natural stance.

Blue and red meet furiously with the vibrating hum of lightsabers
working away.

()()()

“Do you hear that?” Anakin lifted his head towards the noise,
frowning. “That sounds like a saber fight.”

Qui-Gon’s heart plummeted to his stomach. There was only one other
known Jedi on the planet.

“Obi-Wan.” He whispered, itching to find the copper haired man
but unable to leave the field and his men.

They needed bother as the fight came closer, both Count Dooku and
Obi-Wan bursting from the jungle, mud and debris spraying up around
their boots. Though he knew the other had changed style, it wasn’t
until he was confronted with the visual proof that Qui-Gon could see
how Soresu fit Obi-Wan more then Ataru though he had been no slacker
in it either.

He meet each of Dooku’s precise blade work with his own defensive
stands, visibly looking for weaknesses in the others work, looking
for exhaustion and mistakes, feinting and then dodging the Count each
time he set to motion to eviscerate the younger man.

“Come now Count, I know you can do better then this, but perhaps
your old age has come to claim some victories.” Obi-Wan dodged a
close cut with a low pitched laugh that carried across the field even
to them. “Or perhaps your master took a tanning out of your hide.”

“He’s really edging the Count on.” Anakin stared, deflecting a
blaster bolt back at a droid.

“He’s being reckless.” Qui-Gon growled though without bite, in
awe of what Obi-Wan had become even without his tutelage. This was
the warrior Obi-Wan had become.

Qui-Gon had seen the man, had seen the negotiator, had even seen the
knight. But now he had the full picture of the Jedi Master his
student would have become had he only had the chance. And he was
magnificent.

Mud splattering his high cheekbones, water lodged hair to his
forehead with the blue glow of his blade giving his eyes a ethereal
ever changing light as he moved fluidly between motion. Qui-Gon felt
his heart jump a beat.

‘He’s gorgeous…’

Perhaps it was the taunts getting to him, perhaps rage or perhaps a
wish for revenge, but Dooku did something Qui-Gon never thought his
refined and honorable former master capable of. The man gave a yell
of rage and kicked up mud at the Jedi, splattering it in his face and
blinding Obi-Wan in the heat of the moment.

“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon was moving but found his path blocked by
droids and tanks, cursing out loud as he was forced on the defensive
with a desperate look towards the duel happening, his heart pounding
in fear.

But Obi-Wan was not faltering.

Mud was splattered across his face, his eyes were closed.

And he was meeting each of Dooku’s attacks still, dodging thrusts and
jumping sweeps, attacking in a careful motion of controlled actions.
“Poor form Count, I thought mud slinging was below you. But perhaps
the stench of being a sith is affecting your behavior.”

Anakin was laughing. Dooku was starting looking desperate and
Obi-Wan…Obi-Wan was sinking himself more and more into the Force,
using it to guide himself clearly through each action and motion.

“At least I won’t have to see your nose hairs like this Dooku,
couldn’t you at least have trimmed them from last time?”

“Ah!” The sith pulled a large boulder from the ground with the
Force and sent it flying towards Obi-Wan, forcing the Jedi to focus
on it while he made his escape from the duel he had been locked in.

Qui-Gon broke free from the droids and used his superior gait to
bring him to Obi-Wan’s side, the copper haired man panting harshly as
he threw the boulder at a droid tank. “Qui-Gon?” He questioned as
the other man came closer.

“Yes you damn fool, what were you thinking.” The older man pulled
the other by the shoulder and behind him.

“That I wasn’t about to let Dooku injure any of my troops if I
could help it. In my defense, he came looking for us in the forest,
not the other way around.” Obi-Wan deflected a droid blast and
shifted. “Also the battle isn’t done and we really shouldn’t stop
to chat in the middle of a fight. That’s how you die.”

And then he was on the move again, cleaving a path of broken droid
parts as he went.

“Oi! Dooku! Know how to get a second asscrack?! You cleave it into
the back of a head. Lets test it on you!”

Qui-Gon choked on his own tongue. Obi-Wan was still mud blind!

Could we have some deaged!ObiWan with his grandmaster Dooku?

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“They
still haven’t found a way to reverse it then?” Yan asked quietly,
watching the youngling waddle towards the kitchenette with his plate
to put it in the sink.

“Not
yet, but they are hopeful. They had a breakthrough last time I asked
about it and seem confidant about being able to turn Obi-Wan back to
his older self.” Qui-Gon sighed and looked at Dooku with a half
smile. “I’m glad you came to visit us, I know you’re busy a lot in
the outer Rims.”

“I
was going to visit beforehand all this happened. Is he…well Yoda
hinted that he was mentally and emotionally compromised.” Dooku
offered quietly.

Qui-Gon
shrugged. “He’s three. He knows he’s suppose to be much older, but
he reacts like a slightly smarter then average three year old. The
creche master has confirmed that outside of knowing concepts and
people better, he is like he was when he was still in the creche at
that age.” Dooku hummed at that before blinking as there was a
light dip in the couch beside him.

He
glanced to the side and peered into the large green eyes of Obi-Wan
as the little redhead peered back at him.

“Hello
Obi-Wan.” He offered kindly. He knew he had a reputation as a stern
man but that was with the older generations.

Obi-Wan
it seemed, for all intents and purpose, was three and if he made him
cry, he had a feeling Qui-Gon would evict him.

“Hi
gwandmastah.” The toddler smiled at him with dimpled cheeks.

Dooku
chuckled quietly at that and glanced to Qui-Gon who looked rather
pleased for some reason. “What?”

“He’s…well
he tends to hide away around people he’s not familiar with. Its nice
to see he considers you safe, that’s all.” Qui-Gon said in
satifaction.

“Indeed.”
Yan looked back to the little redhead. “How about I tell you a few
stories from Qui-Gon’s own padawan days?”

“Pwease!”

“Oh
no…”

“Well
then, we were dispatched to the planet of Zyoara for a diplomatic
incident…”

A day in Dooku’s life: Qui-Gon and his pathetic life forms.

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“…Padawan,
would you like to explain to me why there is a pregnant lothcat
hiding in my closet?” Dooku asked as calmly as he could, his guilty
looking padawan shifting on the meditation mat.

“Um…her
leg was bothering her and I couldn’t leave her down in the lower
wards? She’s gonna have a lot of kittens.” Dooku closed his eyes
and took a deep breath, counting to ten before looking at the other
again.

“And
her being in my closet?”

“She
likes how you smell? She made a nest there.”

Qui-Gon
tried a sheepish smile.

Dooku
took another deep breath before giving his long limbed awkward
padawan a long look. “And the Endorian chicken I found in the
cupboard?”

Now
the twelve year old looked startled. “Its still here? I mean-”
He quickly amended at his masters look. “I thought I’d already
given it over to a farmer…I found it on the transport ship and no
one owned it…is it alright, I haven’t been feeding it.”

“Yes
padawan, its fine and nesting, it has eggs.” Dooku pinched the
bridge of his nose. ‘What did I do to deserve this?’

“Alright
padawan. One more question…”

Qui-Gon
stood hesitantly, peering at his master. “Yes Master Dooku?”

“…Where
did you find the cub Massiff and how did you smuggle it into the
Temple?” How no one had noticed the reptilian pup he had no idea.

“…Under
my cloak, it clung to my body and in the lower markets of Couresant,
they were hurting it.” Qui-Gon shuffled, his big ears turning
bright red.

“This
is going to be a common thing during your apprenticeship, isn’t it?”

“…It
might? It felt wrong to leave them…”

Suddenly
the warning about Qui-Gon having a strong connection to the Living
Force made so much more sense. SO much more sense.

Dooku pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Oh
padawan.”

Okay but a combination between deaged!Obi-Wan and sith!Qui-Gon?

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He’s
tiny, floating around in the bacta tank, no more then seven at the
least.

His
hair looks blood red in through the fluids and his freckles stands
out so much more pronounced then ever, the mole on his face tiny as
everything else with all the injuries slowly healing in the bacta.

Qui-Gon
hadn’t wanted to hurt Obi-Wan but the other was being difficult, it
was hard enough to fight in a confined space without added hurdles
like not wanting to injure someone. So his former padawan had
suffered both broken bones and bleeding injuries to his entire body.

One
Force shove, to try and get distance and Obi-Wan had fallen into the
experimental vat of chemicals the scientists had been working on. For
a harrowing moment he had thought…

“Qui-Gon,
are you still here?” He barely twitched at Dooku’s voice as the man
slid up beside him, peering at the redheaded child in the tank too.
“The bacta is doing its job Qui-Gon, and the scientists are
examining the blood sample, there’s nothing else to do.”

“I
just…he’s in there. My padawan.
I may have a new chance here depending.” Qui-Gon looked to Dooku,
eyes flickering between colors. “I thought I’d killed him until he
crawled out of that vat on his own. And then he started to shrink
with all his injuries…” Qui-Gon had jumped of the platform to
Obi-Wan’s side even as the Jedi had cried out in pain, had clung to
the sith’s cloak for comfort, support.

“I
know. It was unavoidable Qui-Gon. But staying here won’t heal him.”

“Well…”
Qui-Gon looked back at the tank.

“Don’t
tell me, you’re feeding him energy.” Dooku sighed, he had thought
the other was just filtering through the Force, not actively using
it.

“Only
some. We never broke our bond and after the war…I imagine it made
him feel better to have it, a way to track me so to speak. Worked the
same way in return. Now though I can give him some extra Force. I’d
rather have him out of the tank sooner then later, before the Jedi
discover where we are.” Eyes flickered yellow for a long second
before he focused back. He did rather want his padawan as healthy as
possible once they left instead of a half mended bone.

“The
scientists and doctors are unsure how the chemicals may have affected
him, the obvious aside.” Dooku offered after a long silence. “Some
are speaking about memory loss. Others about regression. Some think
there will be no other changes then physical.”

“Regardless,
physically he is seven. Or around it at least.” Qui-Gon reached out
and rested a large hand on the tank, smiling a bit. “I must have
been a fool to have left him for thirteen years, Force, I should have
taken him in the moment I could, nurtured him under my wings.”

“You’re
fond of him.”

“I’m
attached to all my padawans, even Xanatos when he still lived. Feemor
is…to far away from my grasp but Obi-Wan is right here. And right
now, he’s a tiny thing.”

“You
and your pathetic strays.”

“Ah,
Obi-Wan will be a wonderful sith, wait and see my master. My little dark star.”

Okay a bit long but how about a dimension where Obi-Wan died instead of Qui-Gon with Obi-Wan from the normal verse brought over to that one. To Qui-Gon and Anakin and everyone else?

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It was
a brittle smile he sent Anakin, he knew that even as he walked
further into the old sith temple that reports had placed Dooku at
several time the last month. “Commander Cody, please set up a
perimeter and make sure everyone keeps radio contact, despite
ancient, the dark side tends to…linger.”

“Yes
General Jinn sir.” The commander quickly turned to the troops as
Anakin slid to Qui-Gon’s side, looking around. “What do you suppose
he’s doing here? I mean…I know its a sith temple and all but…the
force doesn’t feel purely malicious…” He frowned.

“I
know Anakin, but that’s why we have to be on guard. Whatever is here
was important enough for Dooku himself to go instead of sending his
apprentice. We have to be cautious at the very least, if only because
of Dooku himself.”

“…Are
you alright Master?” The young knight murmured quietly.

“…Not
really. But I’ll survive, I just…I always knew I’d eventually have
to see him. I just didn’t expect…” He sighed then smiled the same
brittle smile as earlier. “Having Xanatos fall and then failing
Obi-Wan as I did, I had hoped for support from Dooku, instead this is
what happens.”

“You
didn’t fail Obi-Wan master, Maul…” Anakin sobered up and touched
Qui-Gon’s elbow carefully. “Maul killed him while you two were cut
of from each other. Obi-Wan was a good with his lightsaber, a lot of
the holos I saw when I was younger proved that but…with sprained
ankle…”

“…Lets
focus on the here and now Anakin. And let Obi-Wan’s ghost rest.”
Qui-Gon clapped the other carefully on the shoulder, smiling a bit
more at his former padawans assurance. ‘Obi-Wan would have been proud
to call you a brother I think.’

()()()()

“You
know, it would be simpler if you just give in and tell me what I want
to know.” Dooku’s cultured voice rung through the otherwise empty
halls, startling not only Qui-Gon but the clones behind him. Anakin
just narrowed his eyes, having felt the man but there was something
else, something lighter, almost golden in the Force, familiar yet
not.

“I’m
sure Darth Tyranus, and it would also be simpler to let me sit
instead of having me floating around in a stasis field, but alas,
neither of us are getting what we want today.” A male voice with a
high
Coruscanti accent piped up.

Qui-Gon
almost dropped his lightsaber in shock, recognizing the albeit older voice. ‘What
in Starbirds name is going on?’ He stepped forward slowly.

“I
told Sidious that this would not be in vain. I did not expect a Jedi
to appear though.”

“No
you expected a powerful sith didn’t you.” There was a low snort.
“I’m all for experimentation grandmaster but really, ancient
unknown sith magic
that hasn’t been seen in millenniums? Really, you have to draw the
line somewhere.”

“Grandmaster?”
Anakin whispered in confusion and looked at Qui-Gon’s pale face.

“Obi-Wan?”
He whispered and stepped around the corner to look into the large
room Dooku and a troop of droids were in, storm eyes growing wide.

It was
Obi-Wan, a much older Obi-Wan, arms crossed over his chest, a auburn
beard and long hair with the faint traces of grey in them at the
temples. The tunic and boots looked like they could have fared better
but he was there, alive, breathing as he held up in a stasis trap
that must have been set up by Dooku and his droids. But still
uninjured even.

And
sporting the most unimpressed expression Qui-Gon had ever had the
pleasure of seeing towards Dooku ever.

“I
mean, honestly, did you dig some old sith scroll out of some ruin and
decide that the game changer in it would most certainly be a sith?”
The copper haired male snorted in amusement.

“Would
you be silent?”

“I
would but you forgot to gag me.” Obi-Wan offered dryly. “Instead
you have me hanging around like a ham. Good job. I’d applaud you but
that would require being able to move my hands.”

Dooku
ran a hand over his face. “You vex me. I was certain the scroll
talked about darkness.”

“Touched
BY darkness more likely. I survived the massacre of the Jedi order in
my own dimension. If nothing else, I’m certainly touched by darkness
though I have not fallen to it.” Obi-Wan grumbled. “I do like
what you’ve done to your hair here though, how’d you get them to come
out of your nostrils like that?” He smirked.

Dooku
snarled at him and started to pace.

Obi-Wan
continued smirking until he caught sight of Qui-Gon, his face falling
into shock for a few seconds before quickly arranging his face back.
“Tell me Dooku, what’s tall, blue and likes strays?” He chuckled
at his own joke.

“Wha-”
Dooku’s blade barely came up in time when Qui-Gon pounced, the older
master falling into the makashi. Anakin joined in quickly while the
clones took up position. “Qui-Gon! And young Skywalker, what
a…pleasant surprise.” He snapped, anger and maliciousness coating
his words.

“He
means that sarcastically.” Obi-Wan called out from the stasis then
he snorted. “I’d give you a nasty look Dooku but you already got
one going I see.” He yelped as a clone knocked into a control panel
and started twirling him around. “This is not a merry go around and
I am not merry!”

For
all their efforts, Dooku escaped into the temple and got away from
Qui-Gon and Anakin, though the clones took out all the droids quite
effectively.

“Commander
Cody, get that stasis shut down.” Qui-Gon called out while moving
towards Obi-Wan, catching the other man before he could fall fully
when the stasis field shut down fully.

‘Warm…he’s
warm…and alive.’ He took a heavy breath, both from exertion and
shock as he stared down at the copper head until it moved and stared
back up at him, green eyes glittering in the low light.

“…Hi.”
Qui-Gon murmured, carefully cupping the bearded cheek and smiling
when Obi-Wan stayed right there, feeling the beard against his palm.
A adult, grown, developed Obi-Wan who had the time to flurish and
become a knight and even a master from the looks of it.

“Hi
Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan murmured back before flopping against him again,
forehead against the others chest. “Excuse me, I’d love to talk
but…I think I’m going to pass out now…I’m…very dehydrated.”
He went limp.

Qui-Gon
made a low noise in his throat then picked the other up. “Kix!”