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And the last promt for today :) What’s going on in #distantpain? Is Obi-Wan well? Does Rex have his conversation with Obi in time to ask him for the favour regarding Dogma? And with that I wish You a very productive and creative evening xD Have a good night!

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Opening
his eyes slowly, Obi-Wan breathed out heavily and tilted his head to
look around with blurry eyes as he let out a small noise, catching
the attention of the person with their back to him, the
blurry white and blue being the only thing he could really get in.
Instantly the person jumped, turned and then came over, becoming
clearer to Obi-Wan.

Kix.

That
meant this was a medbay for sure, the sterile smell making that clear
along with the whiteness surrounding him.

“Hey
there General, please remain still, you’re suppose to go into bacta
soon.” Kix soothed, checking over the readouts as Obi-Wan continued
blinking up at the man.

He
let out a small noise, rasping, which had the medic jumping a bit
before moving away and returning just as quickly, holding something
in his hands.

When
a straw was placed to his lips, Obi-Wan let out a soft moan of
relief, sucking down a slightly sweetened liquid that he would bet
was medicated in some manner.

Not
that Obi-Wan really cared.

He
trusted the clones more than most and that meant he was more than
willing to drink a medicated liquid they gave him. Finally he settled
back, his head clearing up more as Kix set the glass and straw away,
going back to the readouts.

“…Krell?”
He rasped out, blinking up at Kix, desperate for answers. The most
pressing, the threat he remembered had been alive.

“Dead,”
Kix answered shortly, pausing before taking a deep breath. “Captain
Rex want’s to talk with you about that, do you feel up to it? I can
fill you in on Zuru and Cotton while we wait on the captain?” The
medic offered, curious and cautious.

Blinking,
mind going slow, Obi-Wan gave a nod, breathing out. “Yes.”

He
watched as Kix send of a message to the captain and then the medic
sat down on the bedside, filling in the other on how Zuru was taking
care of his little dragon friend, Cotton moping around as she was
curled up around the pilots neck most days.

She
was allowed into the medbay for periods but couldn’t really stay
there.

Zuru
was also feeding her, or getting her to eat, so that was good.

And
the Resolute was now on it’s way home along with the Maverick,
General Skywalker having picked them all up and rushing them back to
Coruscant after Krell’s situation.

The
medic broke off when the door snapped open though, Rex striding in
with a nervous look on his face that eased out when he saw Obi-Wan
awake. The captain paused for a second, breathing out then moved
over, saluting the injured Jedi. “Sir, great to see you awake.”
He murmured with a small smile.

Quirking
his lip a bit in response, Obi-Wan peered up at him. “So, what’s
going on with Krell?” He murmured, ignoring the taun-taun in
headlight looks both sported.

He
was injured, not stupid, something was going on and he didn’t
remember killing the fucker and yet he was dead.

Rolling
his shoulders, Rex sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “We need
your help frankly sir, Dogma took your saber to him, bisected him.
Normally, that would bring Dogma in under a lot of scrutiny, along
with the 501st
but-”

Obi-Wan
cut the other off, chuckling softly as he shook his head. “Oh dear,
it appears I cut up a traitor, how terrible. It seems I will be
questioned by the Council.” He smirked up at them both before
winking at the two startled men.

Rex
blinked several times before he let out a soft chuckle, smiling
slightly before he leaned down. “Jetiise vod, ni’m briikase gar’re
jate,” He murmured quietly, Obi-Wan feeling something close to a
sledgehammer in his chest. Zuru had called him brother before but…
but Rex wasn’t Zuru. Rex was the captain of a whole battalion.
“Let’s get you into the bacta tank.” Rex pulled back, looking
to Kix.

Mind
still spinning, Obi-Wan couldn’t quite gather around the idea of
being claimed by an entire battalion as he clearly was now, Kix
setting a sedative to prepare him for the bacta tank.

It
worked fast too, Obi-Wan still watching them speechlessly as he for
once wondered if… maybe… maybe life was worth more than what he
could do in the brief time he was alive.

Snails are free, does Obi-Wan ask to see the big one on the tower again? Or is he too nervous about that?

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Peering
up at the towers while leaning his elbows on the balcony rail,
Obi-Wan slowly shook his head and then looked at his padawan.
“Alright, so… how big is this thing?” He finally questioned.

It
had taken him a full two days before he could absorb the fact that
there was apparently a giant slug all over the towers and sometimes
it’s tail passed by the quarters window when it moved about.

Anakin
blinked, turning his head to look at Obi-Wan before turning his eyes
and squinting up at the giant slug. “It’s kinda longer than the
main tower, with the tail at least, but it climbs and moves around,
curled around the towers, so it fits between them? It’s head…”
Anakin paused then sighed, looking at his master. “It would
honestly be better to just show you.” He finally ventured, a tiny
bit hesitant.

Which
wasn’t strange.

Obi-Wan
did have a minor breakdown after seeing the huge thing the
first time after all.

Hesitating
himself, Obi-Wan frowned up at the towers. “I’m not sure that’s
a good idea. When I saw the tail…” He hesitated, licking his lips
as Anakin watched him. “When I saw it, it triggered a headache, it
was part of why I needed to lay down. It was rather painful.”
Obi-Wan murmured quietly.

Humming
a bit, Anakin glanced up at the large slug before nodding.

He
had noticed Obi-Wan going to bed a lot earlier than usual that day
but he hadn’t quite given it too much thought, just thought it was
part of the whole breakdown.

Then
he paused, frowning slightly. “Did you get a headache from looking
at me?” He questioned a bit meekly, sighing in relief when the
other quickly shook his head.

“No,
no I was fine until the large tail came into view.” Obi-Wan
mused thoughtfully, still peering up at the towers, clearly curious
but also understanding his own limits, honestly he was really curious
but he didn’t want to have another breakdown when they were due for
another mission trip in two days.

It
had taken him five days to really recover even if he was out and
about the day after.

He
just didn’t want Anakin to feel bad so he had forced himself
through the days, even as his meditation were heavily disturbed and
he could feel the phantom sensation of Pinky rubbing worriedly
against his neck.

“Huh.”
Anakin let out soft noise, clearly relieved.

Gently
knocking their shoulders together, Obi-Wan smiled warmly at his
padawan. “How about we take a trip down to Dex? Eat a nice, spiced
meal?” He murmured warmly.

Instantly
Anakin went from slightly thoughtful and relieved to clearly excited
as he bounced from the rail, slippers tapping against the stone rail.
“Yes! We haven’t seen Dex in ages and I’d love t-” The blond
skidded to a stop, suddenly pausing with a worried frown on his face.

Following
the other into their quarters from the balcony, Obi-Wan blinked
worriedly at the other. “Padawan?” He murmured gently.

Licking
his lips, Anakin lifted his eyes to Obi-Wan’s face. “…What if
he’s changed too?” He murmured, apprehensive and disturbed.

Blinking,
Obi-Wan let out a small noise, glancing around their quarters, his
eyes lingering on the seemingly normal plant that he now knew had
eyes in the other realm. “…He might, but even if his appearance
has changed,” He turned his head back to smile at Anakin. “His
behavior has not, Dex will still be Dex, the same man who cries out
our names with delight and wraps us up in his hugs with two hands and
pulls up his pants with another.” Obi-Wan chuckled, relieved when
Anakin’s lips instantly quirked into a small smile.

“He
needs a better belt,” Anakin agreed with a small grin before
nodding, taking a deep breath and making his way to their little
hallway, pulling off his slippers to get into his boots instead.
“You’re right, I shouldn’t let the other world effect the
people I already know. They’re still the same persons as before.”
Anakin smiled at him.

Humming,
pulling his own boots on while pushing Anakin’s slippers against
the wall, Obi-Wan nodded in agreement. “See, now you get it. Just
because I have some extra eyes, I’m still me. If Dex has a few more
hands in the other world, some eyes or some tentacles, it’s still
Dex,” He fastened his boots and reached up for his robe. “Just
like you’re still the same Anakin.” Obi-Wan smiled warmly at him.

Beaming
brightly, snagging his own dark robe, Anakin nodded happily, visibly
relieved, a tiny bit nervous but also looking forward to their diner
visit once more.

‘I’m
shocked he’s not exhausted from all the emotional ups and downs he
goes through.’ Obi-Wan noted in amusement to himself, engaging in a
bit of frivolous Force use as he summoned his credit chip.

No
need to freeload on Dex more than what he was willing.

And
honestly, Anakin could eat like a starved rancor sometimes, no need
to bankrupt Dex either.

Dooku, Feemor, Xanatos, and Ani all participate in field trips under the disguise of “spending more time with their little one.” Obi just enjoys showing his year mates how cool his brothers and grandfather are in Immortal Plan.

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The
best kind of burden, is the burden that is shared as Qui-Gon managed
to find out when suddenly not only Anakin but also Feemor and Xanatos
started volunteering in the creche. And after a holo call with the
old grouch, Yan was suddenly back in the temple from his research,
also volunteering, though only for selective outings.

Yan
was not really one for children, with the notable exception of
Obi-Wan that was, he generally preferred padawans of teenage years or
older as he was a man of culture.

And
as Qui-Gon would often tease him with, he was awkward around
children, be they toddlers or initiates.

But
Qui-Gon was grateful, it meant that he didn’t have to worry about
showing up too ‘much’ around Obi-Wan, making it obvious he was
keeping his padawan under observation if he could trade off with the
other four.

And
once even Yoda volunteered to go with the creche for an outing to a
museum, Obi-Wan apparently spending the entire trip beside his great
grandmaster with Bant, chatting away about the art pieces they were
looking at.

Qui-Gon
got the old troll a bug souffle for that.

Well
be that Yoda liked younglings but a whole group of them all at once,
all over a museum without the man’s hover platform to help his old
creaky back when he’s walking around everywhere in public?

Well,
a small reward in a souffle for an old troll it was.

And
Obi-Wan had yet to suspect a thing clearly, the boy was eager to
introduce his padawan brothers and his grandmaster to the rest of the
clan, beaming while holding onto the hand of whoever had decided to
chip in that day.

Anakin
was a big hit in the creche too, being as he always had treats with
him, anything from cut up fruits to smaller sweets and just like with
Yaddle, who snuck treats into the younglings tunics, that had upped
his popularity from a neat Knight coming to visit to ‘holy Force,
this one has treats!’ and the younglings remembered who had treats
heh.

Of
course, thanks to that, Obi-Wan was often quite exhausted by the end
of the day, having expanded a lot more energy than he normally did by
showing off his brother padawans to the rest of the class or showing
them around.

Obi-Wan
was a bossy little thing at times.

He
was also a sleepy sweetheart, curled into Qui-Gon’s side on the
couch.

Gently
stroking the boy’s hair, Qui-Gon smiled down at him, before sliding
his arms under him and lifting, standing slowly while watching his
face. He should honestly wake the boy up, bring him to the kitchen
table and have him eat some but he was deeply asleep and showed no
sign of waking for a good many hours.

So,
without feeding his sleeping boy last supper or getting him to brush
his teeth, Qui-Gon carried him off to his bedroom, getting him out of
his day wear and into nightwear to tuck him into bed.

“Sleep
well padawan, tomorrow is yet another day.” Qui-Gon whispered
quietly, stroking Obi-Wan’s russet colored hair out of his eyes
before tucking his plush into the boy’s arm and pulling the drapes
for the window.

There
was darkness on the horizon, but Qui-Gon would do his best for his
young, mortal padawan so no one could take him away.

Not
a concerned council… and not the darkness craving immortality as
it’s eyes were set on Obi-Wan.

Modern Jedi: Qui and Ben juggle their modern lives, their memories, and this (maybe) relationship.

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Looking
up, Qui-Gon felt a smile slide onto his lips as Obi-Wan finally
entered the cafe. For the last five minutes, he had been wondering if
the other was going to show at all and had been checking his cell
quite often as the other was over fifteen minutes late for
what had their usual meet up once a day since they had found each
other one lonely day in this very cafe.

But
no, Obi-Wan was finally here and Qui-Gon allowed himself to scan the
other man, taking in the blue jeans, the green button up covered by a
brown vest and his open coat that seemed to have been hastily slung
over.

He
looked fine,
handsome as always and not injured or anything of that nature as
Qui-Gon had feared.

Obi-Wan
gave a quick wave before going to the front, ordering himself a cup
of tea and a meat
pastry
before coming over with a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry Qui-Gon, the
bus broke down and I ju-” Qui-Gon just held up a hand, waving for
the other to sit.

“Don’t
worry Obi-Wan, I have no plans today outside of meeting up with you,
I don’t mind waiting for you.” He murmured quietly, tilting his
head as he watched the other, taking in everything before nodding to
himself. He had honestly been more worried that Obi-Wan was sick or
injured, seeing him healthy and hale was all Qui-Gon really needed.

So
he watched as Obi-Wan colored lightly, taking a sip of his tea with a
sheepish, pleased smile.

Obi-Wan,
real and warm and safe.

Here,
in a world where they didn’t have prior obligations, a world where
they hadn’t grown up as teacher and student.

Where
no one would judge them as harshly.

Slowly,
Qui-Gon slid his hand forward until it was covering Obi-Wan’s,
watching as the other paused in surprise before relaxing, turning his
hand to hold Qui-Gon’s in turn.

The
two stared at each others for long minutes. “No Jedi here.”
Qui-Gon finally ventured.

Quirking
his lips, Obi-Wan tightened his hold on the others hand. “No,
there… there really aren’t any Jedi here,” He murmured, a note
of longing in his voice and Force aura but before Qui-Gon could
apologize, those deep green eyes focused on him, stealing his words
with the love obvious in them. “But you are. You’re always been
here, my dearest Qui-Gon.” He murmured quietly.

Tightening
his grip on Obi-Wan’s hand, Qui-Gon fumblingly reached for his
wallet, suddenly feeling so much bigger and clumsier than ever as he
tried to get the button of the wallet to snap open with one hand,
coloring bit when Obi-Wan just smiled fondly at him. “I, I got
these sent to me yesterday, an
opening for Hamilton the musical for me and a guest, I was wondering
if you’d like to go with me Obi-Wan.” He finally managed to get
his hands on the goldenish tickets, showing them to the other.

Eyes
going a bit wider in surprise, Obi-Wan stared at the tickets. “I
thought Hamilton was sold out?” He stammered out, glancing up at
Qui-Gon.

Smiling
wryly, waving the tickets a bit, Qui-Gon sighed. “Well my family
apparently owns stocks in the theater they are showing it in, so I
got sent some as a curtsy.” Truth be told, Qui-Gon didn’t often
go to these functions, finding them lonely without a second person to
share them with.

He’d
go to the art exhibitions as there was always someone to speak with
there but the musicals and theater plays… well, he’d rather have
someone to share that with.

And
he had now, if Obi-Wan would only say…

“I-Yes
Qui-Gon, I’ve wanted to see this for ages, of course I’d come
with you,” He beamed warmly, Obi-Wan’s eyes sparkling before
turning mischievous. “So I guess we’re finally officially going
on that first date Anakin’s been bugging us about huh?” He
teased.

Coloring,
setting the tickets down on the table between them, Qui-Gon smiled
sheepishly. “You know about that huh?” He chuckled quietly,
smiling more when Obi-Wan snorted deeply.

“Anakin’s
been complaining about how slow we are for days now, whenever he
calls me. Believe me, I’ve heard enough about our snail pace,”
Obi-Wan noted dryly before smiling softly. “But he does care for
us, so I guess I can’t blame him too much.” He glanced down at
the tickets on the table before squeezing Qui-Gon’s hand, reaching
out in the Force to gently pull their beings together and meld.

It
was an intimate feeling, as if their very souls were pressing against
each other and Qui-Gon shivered faintly even as he continued staring
at a smiling Obi-Wan.

The
Jedi weren’t there anymore.

They
were free to do whatever they pleased in this world and what Qui-Gon
wanted to do… was to take Obi-Wan on a date that ended with a kiss.

And
Force above, that was exactly what Qui-Gon was going to do.

Hi Moddy, Any prompt for Jedi are cats ? Just wondering because last I checked we left with Obi-Wan stuck in the healing bay and see, I have a cat, and whenever she’s stuck somewhere she dislikes, as soon as she’s freed she stretches in a way that shouldn’t be physically possible and makes my back hurt for her and then she runs WILD. As in she’s climbing the walls wild lol. Or she’s all sullen and moody at whoever got her stuck in the first place (me :'() so… does he have the same traits ?

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Squirming
around in the bed, the Jedi stared at the medic, who pretended not to
notice as he was placing a bacta bandage on another trooper with a
blank expression on his face. Obi-Wan flopped around on his bed at
that, causing the bell of his collar to jingle and then he huffed.

Loudly.

Helix
once more ignored him even as the shiny on the bed blinked at their
General.

Instead
the medic raised a hypospray and sat it in the neck of the trooper,
letting out a small hum. “Well, there you go Lamb, that should do
the trick but please, no drinking the local water before you purify
it and stay away from the local fauna.” Helix warned the younger
trooper, wagging his finger in the others face.

Once
more Obi-Wan huffed, squirming in bed as Lamb glanced between the two
with a startled look. “R-Right, um… Helix, shouldn’t… I mean…
um…” Lamb trailed off as the bell of the collar continued to
jingle.

Rolling
his eyes, Helix turned around and finally gave his attention to the
Jedi. “Oh fine,
yes you little baby?” He crossed his arms over his chest, raising
his brows at his Jedi even as Lamb covered his mouth in shock.

Obi-Wan
just pouted at Helix. “I am no-”

“As
long as you behave this way, you are a baby you kitty cat,” Helix
stated, coming over and then, setting the hypospray he had used away
on a tray. “Alright, let’s give your ribs a check, I might
let you go if they have healed to my satisfaction.” He paused
talking as Obi-Wan sat up to let the man check on his chest.

Clearly,
Obi-Wan was in pain as he bit his bottom lip when Helix carefully
pressed his hand to the chest with Helix frowning faintly. “Yeah,
no you’re not going anywhere, General. And if you try to escape
without my say so, I’m going to tell Cody that he should get a
leash for you.” Helix threatened faintly.

Giggling
faintly, Lamb slid of the bed he had been checked over, smiling at
Helix when the medic looked his way. “Am I excused?” He
questioned, beaming when the medic nodded and waving goodbye to their
General as he made his way out.

Obi-Wan
sent an
envious look after the man then gave Helix a wounded look, eyes wide.

The
medic looked unmoved, instead lifting his hands to remove the bandage
around the others head. “Yeah, that doesn’t work on me. You might
get one up on Commander Cody with those soft eyes but I am made of
tougher stuff than that, sir,” Helix noted dryly before pausing,
peering at him. “Seriously, I’m going to buy him a leash if you
don’t start taking better care of yourself sir, if only to make you
behave yourself.” He threatened.

Though
that threat was kinda ruined by the smile on the others face.

Coloring
a bit, Obi-Wan let out a mutter before sighing in relief when the
bandage came off. “How does it look?” He murmured, letting Helix
tilt his head, relaxing into the gentle, firm hands.

“Not
that bad, you need a shower of course but that will have to wait
until your ribs are better so you can move properly, I don’t want
you to put stress on your ribs just yet. But I can clean out your
hair a bit if you want?” Helix paused, peering at his General. When
the man hesitated, Helix gently patted his shoulder. “I have time
sir, there’s nothing going on unless a sudden battle happens, which
is unlikely, or a sudden outbreak happens.” He pointed out, smiling
when Obi-Wan nodded hesitantly.

“I
would… appreciate that Helix.” He ventured quietly, a bit meekly.

Chuckling
faintly, Helix moved to get a warm bowl of water and a soap,
carefully washing out the bacta sticky and slightly bloody red hair,
using careful touches that eased Obi-Wan into relaxing and lean into
the medics touch.

And
then he started to purr, much to Helix utter shock and delight, the
medic quickly tapping the record button for the camera he had put up
just for instances like this.

He
wouldn’t put a sulky General on ‘Jedi are Cats’ but a purring
General getting his hair washed by another because his ribs were
clearly braced and bandaged?

Totally.

‘Cody
is going to get a kick out of this.’ He grinned to himself as he
scratched the scalp of the other redhead.

So what is happening with Ani in Feral Child? How old are the boys now?

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Narrowing
his eyes at the adults, Anakin jammed his thumb into his belt and
hung more tightly onto the strap of the shuttle with
his other hand.
“I feel like you’re going behind Obi-Wan’s back somehow.” He
finally stated, calculating eyes jumping from Plo, to Qui-Gon, to
Jocasta.

The
three exchanged amused looks before Qui-Gon chuckled quietly, leaning
forward to peer at him. “Anakin, we’re surprising him. That’s
why we haven’t told him you’re here.” He teased.

Wrinkling
his nose, Anakin considered that before the sixteen year old snorted
and nodded, giving a slightly wry grin that exposed the fangs the
Force gave him a few years ago.

Clicking
his tongue, Qui-Gon glanced at the other two. “Though he is right,
Obi-Wan doesn’t like to be surprised always. So it’s a good thing
that two here are at least for official reasoning.” He chuckled a
bit.

Obi-Wan
had after a few days been required to report what he had found, a
giant, supposedly Sith made cloned army of Jango Fett and so two
council members were now here to investigate.

Unofficially
everyone knew that finders were keepers and Obi-Wan’s possessive
streak for people was a planet long and the troopers were his, which
was why Qui-Gon was there to try and reign Obi-Wan a bit in with
Anakin accompanying as Obi-Wan was more likely to behave with his
little ‘monster’ around as he affectionately called his
apprentice.

Of
course, that didn’t mean that they weren’t expecting the fires as
the kaminoan’s desperately tried to put them out and several
squeaked when they saw the rest of the Sith. A male, recognizable by
his headcrest, hurried over with his long hands raised in
supplication. “Ah, revered Sith lords, Lord Carrion has already
made it abundantly clear that removal of any… younglings, will not
be allowed anymore.” He spoke quickly, nervously.

Obviously
Obi-Wan had been making some head ways already.

Removal
of younglings however… that sounded ominous, they would have to
speak to Obi-Wan about that and the clearly wrecked lab Obi-Wan had
torn into.

The
three Sith lord’s exchanged glances. “Right
then, where is Lord Carrion at this moment?” Qui-Gon drawled,
narrowing his eyes faintly as Anakin just marveled at his master’s
sheer destruction with a wide grin on his face.

A
young man in a white armor was called over, all four Sith watching
him curiously, though only Anakin was obvious about it as the male
gestured at the armored man. “CC-3636 will lead you to him.” He
murmured before bowing and quickly returning to helping with the
burning lab.

The
trooper saluted, all of them realizing that this was likely one of
the clones. “General sirs, please follow me.” He murmured,
clicking his heels together, his voice a lower pitch of a growl and
Qui-Gon almost groaned when he saw Plo raise his head a bit, his
breather making a low clicking noise.

He
really didn’t want to watch Plo and Obi-Wan fight over the clones.
‘Maybe Obi-Wan can just hand over a few?’ Qui-Gon thought
hopefully even as they all followed the trooper through the halls.

As
they did, they got a good view of the facility.

And
the many, many clones.

So
many clones, eating, training, learning.

All
of them found by Obi-Wan and claimed by a man who had a possessive
streak. An army for a man that would rule something.

‘Maybe
it’s Kamino he’s going to claim?’ Qui-Gon wondered to himself
before chuckling when he saw Obi-Wan standing in front of a clone
with a head scar, obviously oozing smugness into the Force as the
clone was leaking what could only be interest and awe.

Obi-Wan
must have been quite the sight ripping up the lab and facility,
Qui-Gon could spot the torn up durasteel and blown out light bulbs
that proved the path Obi-Wan had taken to the lab.

Before
he could speak up however, Anakin gave a delighted cry. “Master!”
He yelled, rushing past everyone and jumping easily around the ripped
up durasteel of the floor.

Turning,
his smugness turning to shock and then pleasure, Obi-Wan’s face
went from surprise to glee as he opened up his arms, catching his
tall padawan in a tight hug. “Little monster! What are you doing
here!?” Obi-Wan beamed, holding onto the teen as he nuzzled himself
affectionately under Obi-Wan’s chin, giving the trooper a probing
then approving look as he did.

Obi-Wan
missed out on it, focusing on Qui-Gon and the two council members as
his face turned from his delight to an exasperated sort of
understanding, rolling his eyes. “Oh, of course. Hello there Master
mine.”
He smiled warmly at Qui-Gon, nodding to Plo and Jocasta.

Crossing
the remaining distance, Qui-Gon lifted his hand, cupping Obi-Wan’s
cheek and a bit of his back head, marveling at how small Obi-Wan
still was compared to him even as he leaned down and pressed their
foreheads together. “Greetings Obi-Wan, we’ve missed you.” He
murmured calmly, feeling Obi-Wan coiling into him in the Force,
latching onto him as he always did, Obi-Wan raising his own hand to
cover Qui-Gon’s as he breathed out heavily while relaxing into him.

Warm
and wanting, possessive and loving.

His
possessive little son would never let them go and as he eyed the
clone with the temple scar, Qui-Gon had a feeling there were about to
be more addition to their family.

A
lot of additions really he figured, glancing to the clear hallway
panels, the multitude of men milling around below.

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The
morning came slow and cold for everyone as they woke for work,
everyone still in a state of shock after the happening of the last
few days as news broke out over Coruscant that not only was the
entire Jedi council in a minor coma but the Chancellor had a heart
attack and passed away in his office, awaiting
medical aid.

People
speculated, the clone guards on Coruscant patrolled
even more heavily than before with their vode from the 212th
and 501st
joining them to ensure order was kept as the Senate argued among
themselves in utter shock.

Slowly,
one by one, everyone agreed that the stress of the war had finally
gotten to the chancellor, sitting for as long as he had in a
stressful position and then tack on the extra years with war, Valorum
heavily supporting the stress part of such a job to anyone who would
listen.

While
Valorum disgraceful dismissal with a vote of no confidence had
tarnished his name, people still listened to him on that part at
least, agreeing that the stress must have gotten to the sixty year
old man.

People
were less certain about what was going on with the Jedi, not that
many people dared to speculate too loudly in case a clone trooper was
around.

It
had become abundantly clear that the troopers were upset and worried,
quick to latch onto the defensive about their Jedi.

Finally
though, one by one, each Jedi councilor started to surface from their
Force induced coma, each
one as confused as a tumbled puffer pig and as stiff as a durasteel
wall sheet, all of them requiring a surface massage to get their
muscles to function again as
they were informed what was going on with Coruscant.

The
last to surface was Obi-Wan, the man coming back in short moments and
instances before he was fully awake and briefed by Anakin and a
healer as
the rest of his brethren when
they woke up, Obi-Wan holding Anakin’s hand tightly when the fate
of his friend was informed to the older man.

Obi-Wan
might not personally have liked Palpatine, he rarely liked any
politican, but he was Anakin’s friend and so he would mourn the man
for Anakin at least.

The
Senate was still in uproar, trying to decide who to take over for
Palpatine, with Mas Amedda loudly proclaiming that as Vice Chair, he
was capable of being a temporary holder for the Chancellor role.

There
was much dispute about that, not as many trusted Mas Amedda as they
had trusted Palpatine and it was showing in how little of the Senate
was willing to leave the power in the man’s hand and continued to
debate over who were candidates for the Chancellor chair.

Obi-Wan
didn’t see much of that as he slowly made his way to his quarters,
his arm around Cody’s shoulder as he was helped along, the healer
recommending that he walk with aid to try and get his body to
normal state again, releasing him from the Hall’s tender care after
lending him a robe to cover the Hall gown and slippers for decency
sake.

He
wasn’t the only one, Mace was apparently still stiff and had daily
oil massages, much to Ponds delight apparently, or so Cody said with
a wicked little grin when he showed up in his uniform to help Obi-Wan
to his quarters, Anakin glancing amusedly at them before making
himself scarce with a snigger.

That
was not a good sign, something told Obi-Wan that the other knew…
but surely that was a mistake, Obi-Wan had been discreet!

He
was sure that he had managed to keep it from Anakin.

He
was more discreet than he and Padme were at least!

A
hand tightened on his hip, prompting Obi-Wan from his thoughts as
they moved from the elevator and into the hallway. “Easy
cy-sir, easy, one step at a time.” Cody murmured, Obi-Wan shooting
a short smile up at him as he fought against the urge to blush,
knowing that Cody had wanted to call him ‘cyare’.

“Of
course Commander, maybe since you’re already here, you’d like to
have a cup of tea?” Obi-Wan murmured, leaning more heavily into the
others side to press their sides together, feeling Cody’s hand grip
his hip in turn.

It
was enough to make him want to grin wickedly, even as he hid it
behind a serene expression, giving two knights an even nod as they
greeted him with relief, obviously having the entire Jedi council out
of commission being a worry for the temple.

“I
would rather like that, General,” Cody stated, loudly enough to be
heard before lowering his voice, barely whispering next to Obi-Wan’s
ear. “And then I’ll help you out of your Hall gown so I can give
you your own oil massage, I gotta have something nice to show the
rest of the 212th
so they know you’re alright, Tal Sarad.” He murmured heatedly,
Obi-Wan shivering in anticipation.

Fuck
being stiff and sore, he was getting his mouth around Cody’s cock
before he left if it was the last thing he did that day, knowing that
the council wouldn’t summon him for the purging incident until at
least tomorrow.

Oh,
he knew that there would be discussion about the darkness they had
found, but right now Obi-Wan was going to get down and dirty with his
commander as the man’s eyes sparked possessively, eyes lingering on
the white collar wrapped around Obi-Wan’s neck.

Immortalplans OMG IS OBI SEEING MAUL?! And what is going on? (Also I don’t want him to cut his hair but Obi is rather stubborn)

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Glancing
between the council members in obvious shock, Qui-Gon opened his
mouth and then closed it before reaching up and running his hands
nervously through his hair, a tick he had long ago gotten a hold of
centuries ago. “If I didn’t know how little humor some of you
have, I would have said you were playing a bad prank on me.” He
croaked out.

Leaning
forward, Jocasta let out a soft sigh and shook her head. “I
apologize Qui-Gon but no, this is not a joke, bad or not.” She
murmured, her face the picture of a dark frown.

“So
Obi-Wan has a… a stalker?” Qui-Gon dropped his hand to his sides,
swallowing heavily.

This
was not what he expected when Plo told him that the council wanted to
speak with him about Obi-Wan.

‘And
I was right, he has a target on his back…’ Qui-Gon stomach
lurched as he turned his head to look at Yoda.

The
grandmaster was looking his age today, a heavy frown on his face.
“Unfortunate this is, from the slums underground information has
come and reviewed we have the footage from outings young Kenobi has
been on with the younglings, a stalker he has.” Yoda sighed
heavily, clenching his long nails into his cane, the
only evidence to his own worries for his youngest lineage member.

Frowning,
Qui-Gon opened his mouth only to pause when Plo snapped a button,
activating the holo display to show him the gathered evidence.

From
Obi-Wan at the traveling zoo to the outing to the Rotunda the
younglings of his age had taken just yesterday, a shadow was caught
in the peripheral
view of the
camera, far enough away that the creche master and her apprentice
didn’t catch notice of the shadow following the Jedi, keeping her
charges under observation and in particular Obi-Wan.

“In
honesty,” Plo leaned forward too, catching everyone’s attention.
“I do not think this is a stalker in as much that someone has put a
price on Obi-Wan’s head. For what reason, we can only speculate.”
He rumbled, tapping his claws together with a deep frown.

Qui-Gon
could think of a reason.

He
could think of a very good reason as he swallowed heavily and Jocasta
caught his expression and raised a brow at him. “Master Jinn?”
She encouraged, shifting the attention back to the Jedi master.

Glancing
at the dark clothed image, Qui-Gon spoke slowly. “My entire
lineage, from my great grandmaster, to my grandmaster, my own master
and my padawans are all immortal. We are all adults, capable and
experienced,” He murmured, his tone even as the timber of his voice
dipped even lower than usual. “For some reason, each one of us has
come over the path to immortality by accident, the Force granting us
what it usually keeps from sentient beings… and now Obi-Wan is the
latest addition to our lineage.” He glanced at Yoda.

The
old troll was frowning heavily, ears twitching.

“Think
you do, that immortality Obi-Wan will find too?” Yaddle spoke up,
her eyes shining with curiosity.

Shrugging,
running his hand over his chin, Qui-Gon sighed deeply. “What I
believe matters very little here and I don’t really care if Obi-Wan
does find immortality or not, he will always be my young padawan even
when he’s gray and old,” He smiled wryly before dropping his
smile just as fast. “However, there is a clear pattern with our
lineage and what others
believe, I can not control. The assumption many has is that Obi-Wan
will eventually find immortality to in some manner and Jedi are not
the only Force organization in the galaxy.” He looked around,
seeing if the rest of the council caught on.

From
the disturbed expressions around him, it was clear that they did.

“Then
you will have to be even more cautious than before with young
Kenobi,” Sifo-Dyas stated, a dark frown on his face. “While
giving the impression that we do not know he has become a target.”

Rubbing
his face, heavily, Qui-Gon nodded while inwardly groaning, knowing
that this would mean a lot more ‘volunteer’ work with the creche
outings.

Then
he paused, reviewing his thoughts and then sighing deeply with a
slower nod of agreement as he dropped his hands along his sides.

For
Obi-Wan’s safety, he’d do anything, including put up with a whole
class of nine year old’s being cranky or overactive.

Has Obi taken the class Ani is taking in The Snails are Free?

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Perking
up when the other entered, Obi-Wan turned around on the couch
excitedly and shifted onto his knees, watching Anakin pause long
enough to stare at him in bemusement before his padawan let out an
amused little snort and hung up his robe and then knelt down to undo
his boots. “You’re excited.” He couldn’t help but note.

“Did
you enjoy the lesson? I
remember enjoying the ones I went to, though in my time it was run by
a mirialan named Abbas al Cadra”
Obi-Wan shot back, resting his hands on the back of the couch while
leaning against it, eyes slightly wide. Excited like a youngling.

Humming,
setting his boots aside and then picking up his slippers, Anakin put
on a mock thoughtful look. “It was…” He trailed off, really
thinking about it now that Obi-Wan had asked even
if he had originally intended to tease Obi-Wan just a tiny bit.

“Yes?”
If Anakin didn’t know the other as well as he did, he would have
thought Obi-Wan looked on the verge of shaking him for answers.

That
image did it and he let out a small laugh as he shook his head,
making his way over to his master. “It was fun, interesting. I
really liked Master Tal, he’s the kind of instructor one should
have.” He noted as he sat down beside Obi-Wan.

Sitting
down properly, Obi-Wan peered at Anakin before relaxing, smiling. “So
you’re going to return then?” He questioned more softly.

Nodding,
reaching out to pick up one of the slugs on the table and gently
stroke along the gossamer crests
and fins, Anakin let out a thoughtful noise even as Obi-Wan stared at
his hands. “I think so, yeah. It was fun, the hot chocolate they
had on offer was really good and the subjects… and when I asked
questions, no one laughed at me but instead incorporated it into the
lesson as a base point.” Anakin whispered quietly as the snail in
his hands chirped joyfully and squirmed in his grasp.

Then
he glanced over at Obi-Wan, watching the others eyes as he watched
Anakin’s hand, following Anakin’s fingers quite clearly.

The
little snail on Obi-Wan’s shoulder was chirping too, curled into
Obi-Wan’s neck, nuzzling him affectionately.

“You’re
touching one of the slugs, aren’t you?” Obi-Wan suddenly noted,
glancing up at Anakin and right back down to his hands.

Laughing
sheepishly, Anakin nodded automatically. “Yeah, they’re kinda
comforting to touch, they feel nice and… oh I don’t know, they
just feel nice. Here,” Anakin shifted on the couch, turning more
towards his master and pulling out his left hand, gently tipping the
snail into his hand. “Can you feel it?” He peered at Obi-Wan,
holding his hand still.

Frowning,
Obi-Wan squinted his eyes then sighed. “For a second, I did, when
your hand shifted and I guess it tipped over into mine but… I can’t
now.” He glanced up, smiling wryly.

‘But
you felt it to begin with.’ Anakin mused, staring down at the slug
chirping in Obi-Wan’s hand and then looking at Pinky as Obi-Wan had
named the one on his shoulder. After a moment of thought, Anakin gave
a firm nod, causing Obi-Wan to raise his brow only to let out a
surprised noise as Anakin suddenly charged Obi-Wan with his
Force aura.

“Anakin!
What are… you… doing…” Obi-Wan trailed off, staring at him
before looking down at his palm and then to his shoulder, eyes wide.

Then
he quickly looked around the quarters, staring at his vine plant,
letting out a low noise in his throat when the eyes opened on it
before looking at Anakin again.

The
padawan just smiled sheepishly, staring back at Obi-Wan with wide
eyes in return. “Just a guess master… seems
I was right too.”
Anakin
grinned, watching his master just take in all, staring a few minutes
at Anakin before smiling and then looking around again, taking no
issue with Anakin’s rather unique appearance.

Obi-Wan
opened his mouth again,
most likely to ask a question as he was staring at his eyeballing
plant
and then he closed it just as sharply when a shadow passed by their
window, the long tail of the giant snail outside on the towers
passing by as
it usually did Anakin had come to learn.

Eyes
widening in realization, Anakin stared at his master with
surprise.

He
saw
the giant one, charged with Anakin’s Force aura allowed Obi-Wan to
really see
everything, not
just
the
small things like the snail, Anakin’s changed appearance or the
viney plant but utterly how Anakin
saw the world now.

“…Anakin,”
Obi-Wan started weakly, staring at the window and as of on cue, the
tail swept by once more. “Is that… is that a slug too?” He
questioned meekly.

“Yeah…
a giant one… that hangs out on the towers, I think it likes to peek
into the towers when there’s a council meeting.” Anakin answered
as best he could, still holding Obi-Wan’s hand, now
more comforting than for simply the ease of sharing his own aura.

Staring
at the window, Obi-Wan let out a deep breath then carefully tipped
the snail back into Anakin’s hand, reached up with the one not
being held by his padawan and shifted Pinky down into his lap and
then he laid down with his head in Anakin’s lap, pulling his hand
from Anakin’s finally to break the connection. “Okay, that’s
enough for me, I need… I need a nap now. Great Force.” Obi-Wan
whispered.

Smiling
wryly, carefully shifting the little slug onto the table where he had
picked him up, Anakin got as comfortable as he could and started
petting Obi-Wan’s hair. “It can be a bit overwhelming,” He
agreed quietly, Obi-Wan letting out a choked noise that had Anakin
laughing. “Now you see why I was acting so odd.” He teased
gently, unable to help himself.

Obi-Wan
just gave a piteous whine, staring at the window with wide eyes
before turning his face and hiding in Anakin’s lap.

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Wiping
the cloth over the counter, Obi-Wan let out a fresh round of chuckles
as Anakin finally rejoined him, a sheepish smile stealing it’s way
over the blond’s face at the sound. “So, want to explain to me
how
this happened exactly, or are you going to leave me in suspense?”
He teased gently, smiling warmly as Anakin came up beside him.

Shrugging
sheepishly, Anakin tugged on his short braid. “Well, um, you see, I
was getting kinda
impaitent when you were taking time but when I felt you were
arriving, I figured I could start getting everything ready.” He
explained.

Through
the words, a sneaking suspicion was easing through Obi-Wan’s mind,
pausing with the cloth on the counter as he stared down at his
blushing and freshly showered padawan. “Go
on.” He encouraged when Anakin paused.

Squirming
a bit, Anakin put on his best puppy dog eyes. “Well, I know you
don’t like me standing on the furniture but the bag of chocolate
powder was up on the high shelf that I can’t really reach, so
I used the Force?” He half asked and half stated.

“And
when you pulled on the chocolate bag…” Obi-Wan added, raising his
brows.

“I
lost it and it hit the counter.” Anakin confessed, his face a deep
tomato red.

Snorting
deeply, Obi-Wan let out a laugh and reached out, ruffling his
padawan’s short spiky hair with a grin on his face. “Oh Anakin,
there’s never a dull moment with you is there.” He questioned
rhetorically while
chuckling
before moving over to the water boiler to boil some water.

Following
him, Anakin peeked up at him before relaxing as
he saw the other didn’t seem angry despite frivolous use of the
Force, following after his master and
latching onto the hem of Obi-Wan’s tunic. “So you’re not angry
then?” He questioned hopefully, just
to make sure,
wiggling happily when Obi-Wan gave him another hair ruffle.

“Nope,
but since you exploded the entire bag out over the kitchenette and
yourself, we don’t have any chocolate powder left until I can pick
some up tomorrow and that means that you’ll have to settle for some
sweetened tea.” Obi-Wan patted him on the nose with a finger,
chuckling even more to himself when the other wrinkled his nose.

Then
Anakin gave a soft sigh and shrugged. “Yeah, fair,” He mused,
shifting in closer until he could put his head against Obi-Wan’s
side, settling as he listened to the steady sound of the other Jedi’s
heart. “Did you have fun with Master Jinn?” He murmured.

Pausing,
Obi-Wan stared at the mugs before reaching up and finding the tea
pot. “We had some… much needed conversations. I wouldn’t call
them fun but they were needed.” He murmured, not sure how to
explain to Anakin the hurt and chasm that rested between himself and
Qui-Gon.

Then
again, he didn’t need to.

Anakin
was too damn observant as he peered up at Obi-Wan. “…He
apologized, didn’t he?” He questioned.

Filling
the pot with sapir leaves, Obi-Wan let out a heavy breath and then
set down the jar, tugging Anakin’s short braid. “I swear, you see
too much.” Obi-Wan smiled weakly at his padawan.

Shrugging,
Anakin smiled brightly in return, a small weight pressing warmly
against his side. “You shine a bit brighter, that’s all and you
feel confused but also happy.”

It
was childish innocence and logical conclusions making for the right
thought.

Obi-Wan
was low key impressed with that as he poured the boiled water into
the pot and closed the lid so their tea could steep.

Then
he turned around, brushing Anakin’s hands off his hem so he could
crouch down and wrap his arms around the other instead in a tight
hug, breathing out into shower fresh hair.

Feeling
Anakin instantly wrap his arms around him in return, Obi-Wan
tightened his hold on the affectionate boy, mentally promising him to
never do as Qui-Gon had done to him.

He’d
never abandon Anakin in the same way.

It
would break his heart to repeat the errors of his own master.