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More sweethoney please! how do the rest of the clones react? are they more protective?

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Grabbing
his vod by the elbow and pulling him in so hard the other lost the
pad he was holding with a loud clatter, Waxer looked around hurriedly
before leaning in and cupping his other hand around the cursing vod’s
ear to whisper.

Instantly
the other alpha stiffened, eyes growing wide before turning to look
at the bald man. “Are you… really?” He questioned in stunned
awe, his lips twitching a bit.

Nodding
eagerly, Waxer jabbed his thumb towards the medical tent. “I heard
Helix. And Mand’alor is in there too along with Cody.” He grinned
happily.

The
two stared at each other for a long moment before each separated in
each their own direction, Boil hardly stopping to swipe his pad up
before hitting up Longshot and whispering into his ear as Waxer on
the other side managed to snag Fives and Echo to whisper to both of
them.

All
three reacted the same as Boil with stunned awe before scurrying off
until the entire camp was told of the news that had been overheard
from the thin medical tent where
their template, their General and their commander was currently being
told by the medic that the omega was indeed pregnant.

Some
of the troopers reacted with worry for the General, since after all
Obi-Wan and Cody had been among the last to come to the safe point
after the ambush. Others were happy for their template, after all, a
child was a celebration, a new member of their rather large pack.

All
of them were surprised though and relieved that nothing bad had
happened to the pregnancy.

Anything,
virtually anything
could have happened during or after the ambush.

“…Is
he still going to remain in battle?” Killer suddenly questioned,
frowning deeply as he looked around the still in construction camp,
the poles still being sunk down for some tents with the most vitals
having been set up first like the medical tent, the command and the
comms.

Snorting
loudly, Trapper continued sorting through the crate of retrieved
supplies. “There is no way that would be allowed. Omegas in the
army? Yeah that’s fine, but pregnant
anyone at all? that’s just karking insanity, there is no way you
di’kut.” He growled out.

Smacking
Trapper with the back of his hand over the head, Chopper huffed
loudly. “Don’t call your brother an idiot. It’s honestly a
valid question when the omega in question is a dini’la jetii.” He
argued quietly back.

That
had everyone pausing.

Jedi
were
insane,
that was very true and no one argued with Chopper about that but even
a Jedi would see sense and not try to… they weren’t that
insane were they?

“WHAT
DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT TO STAY ON THE BATTLEFIELD!?” Came the roar
from medtent that
startled birds out of the trees around the camp to take flight,
Jango’s clearly enraged voice echoing around the makeshift shelter
they were setting up as best they could with salvaged supplies.

Well,
that did answer that question, Jango’s rather loud voice informing
them all that Obi-Wan did indeed want to stay and fight. Honestly
with
that volume they
wouldn’t be shocked if Boba heard that all the way to Slave I,
several glancing towards the parked
ship
to see if the ramp was lowering.

Rubbing
his chin, Tup exchanged a look with Hardcase. “…Five credits says
Mand’alor is sleeping on Slave I alone tonight.” He smirked,
finally settling as they heard a rather annoyed tone of the Jedi
responding back to his mate.

“…You’re
on Tup, five credits says they’re all sleeping in the Slave I
tonight after running through the wilderness without knowing if the
other was fine.” Hardcase snorted, still working his way through
water purification since they weren’t certain the water on the
planet was safe to drink yet.

Better
safe than shitting themselves after all.

Laughing
as he settled down a new bucket of water beside the first one, Sketch
beamed at them. “I’m just curious if there will be just one pup
or multiples,” He rubbed his hands together as both Hardcase and
Tup paused at the thought. “I mean, can you imagine the General,
huge as a shuttle if there’s more than two in there?” He made a
big curving motion around the stomach with a laugh only to freeze as
Rod asked a question no one else had considered.

“Has
anyone told General Skywalker yet?”

Oh
boy, to be a gnat on the wall for that conversation.

Hey, I love #DistantPain so much. Is the story on AO3? And if not could it be? And also, I love Obi Wan’s relationship with Zuru and the clones, could we have more of them in general cause I can’t get enough at all. Just more and more and more of Obi Wan and his relationship with the clones, especially Zuru.

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Slamming
the rotgut down, Zuru wiped the back of his mouth and looked around
at the wide eyes of his vode. “So there we are, sitting in the
downed craft and Cotton is miles away and we know that no one is
going to reach us in time and I’m already preparing my little
prayer cause you never know, I mean we work with people who can throw
stuff around with their minds so there might be some higher being
around so
why the kark not.”
When Zuru had joined his vode for their little Jedi dish out, he
hadn’t been quite sure what to expect.

He
normally wasn’t around other clones long enough to join in on one
of these or was too busy with Obi-Wan to really join though Obi-Wan
did try to push him towards his brothers.

But
knowing now that the troopers took their chance to vent about their
Jedi and all the crazy shit they got up to, like the time Skywalker
went balls to the walls in to save a little astromech or the time
Jinn jumped off a cliff with no warning to engage with the droids…
well now Zuru kind of wished he had because getting to dish up on
Obi-Wan and his crazy things was doing Zuru a world of good.

Along
with the alcohol of course.

So
much rotgut and Zuru wasn’t sure the last time he drank this much,
maybe last time Obi-Wan decided to drink that cantina under the
table…

Waving
his glass out for someone to fill it, Zuru licked his lips. “But
then Obi-Wan stands up and goes ‘karking sons of bitches are gonna
eat lead!’ and marches over to one of the crates that got loaded up
Cato Neimoidia that I just assumed were some kind of food shit and
such and as I watch my Jedi and learn that nooo
that’s not what it is,” Zuru took a heavy gulp of the rotgut.
“What I’ve been carting around in my bouncy shuttle as we tried
to reach a battle ground is unstable, experimental grenades
from
the black weapon market that my Jedi somehow managed to sniff out and
he straps them to his body in a weapon harness and kicks out the
shuttle door, marching out.” Zuru’s drink sloshed out of his
glass and over his hand, down his wrist as he gestured around.

Faintly
he could hear someone whimper a soft ‘noooo’ somewhere in the
back as he told his story that told him that so far Zuru was winning.

He
gestured with his free hand, pointing. “And then I kid you not, he
turns around and grins at me with all teeth and goes, ‘Its a good
day to die Zuru!’ before jumping out hollering to make sure to get
every clanker’s attention in a mile as he races out strapped with
grenades like some kind of make shift kamikaze Jedi shaped weapon!”
Groaning, Zuru sat back, sipping his drink.

“What
happened next?” Rex questioned in horror, having been the one in
the lead with the story of how Skywalker and Tano threw him off a
wall and catching him before he went splat, still having nightmares
about that.

Snorting
painfully, getting some alcohol up in his nose, Zuru waved his hand.
“Oh that’s the best part because this is my Jedi yeah? So I can’t
just hide back in the shuttle, so I scramble forward to look at the
least and here is my jackass Jedi, using a broken piece of the
shuttle as a makeshift shield as he floats the karking grenades into
perfect height and kicks
them towards the droids where he needs them like they’re some kind
of soccer ball sized plaything and not painfully unstable grenades!”
He rubbed his face with a loud groan as he sat back on the crate he
was using as a chair, his armor creaking a bit.

He
needed to wipe it down but that wouldn’t be this night, not with
how drunk he currently was with how much he had been plied with
alcohol.

Faintly
Zuru could hear one of the armory vode whispering a faint ‘fuuuuuck’
of horror to his left as they all took in the fact that Obi-Wan
Kenobi was crazy enough to not just get unstable weapons but also
transport them without telling the pilot and then strap them to his
own body.

That
didn’t even touch the subject of him kicking
them with the Force to land them in groups of droids.

“How
the kark are you still alive?” Commander Cody managed to ask in
weak alarm and awe.

Snorting
deeply, Zuru sighed. “Because anyone who touches me is going to get
ripped apart by Obi-Wan or by proxy Cotton, that’s why, he’s as
protective as he’s insane frankly and I guess I should be grateful
about that but damn if I don’t wish my Jedi took better care of
himself. I mean you all saw his little sparring round.” He grumbled
as he relaxed.

Shaking
his head, Captain Rex pushed the bottle by his side over to Zuru. “I
think its safe to say that Zuru wins the whiskey. Drink it with it
with the respect it requires my friend… shit, he’s insane.”
Rex hissed to himself.

Pulling
the bottle over and eyeing it, Zuru nodded and stuck it down beside
the crate. He had way too much rotgut already and there was no way he
was cracking that bad boy open right now and hell, Obi-Wan was the
reason he won it, he might share a cup.

Maybe.

#TheLightInUs Is that some Cody/Obi I feel? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) «great, now he is some kind of demigod. Karking man is going to pull more heroics with no regard for himself.» Poor Cody xD

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Cup
frozen at his lips, Cody stared at Rex over the rim of it before
slowly lowering the caff he had desperately needed as a boost to wake
him up before they shipped out in
a few hours.
“…I’m sorry but can you repeat that?” He questioned in
disbelief.

Hands
tucked behind him his back in parade rest, Rex smirked wryly.
“Commander told me that the reason General Kenobi now has wings is
that he’s apparently some kind of Force deity or demigod poodoo
mystical
osik.
That’s why he’s all different and strange and yet not all that
different because it is still him
in there but just more powerful and
he can ‘hear’ and ‘see’ more than before or that’s how she
explained it.”
The dear captain finished up.

Setting
the cup down on the counter, Cody rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“Great, so now he is some kind of demigod. Karking man is going
to pull more heroics with no regard for himself even more and give me
gray hair.” He wheezed out much to Fox, Rex and Ponds amusement.

Tapping
his fingers on his vambrace, Ponds sniggered. “Look at it this way,
at least he has the power now to back up?
I mean,” Ponds eyes turned faintly admiring. “I saw that holoclip
of him turning into a karking hippogriff of all things, just racing
down the clankers as if they were nothing and throwing them all over
as if their blasters meant nothing.” He clapped his hands together
in excitement.

Snorting
deeply, Cody glared at his vod over his fingers as Rex shook his
head. “I’m still envious you got to ride him you dog, outside of
commander Tano and General Skywalker he gave you the longest ride.”
He smirked smugly and Cody’s glare deepened.

‘Not
this again.’ He thought bitterly.

For
some reason Rex seemed wholly convinced that Obi-Wan had a returning
crush on him and was seeking Cody out to spend time with him when he
could.

Why
in stars little names would a Jedi want a clone, they were all about
none attachment!?

Not
to mention that Cody couldn’t really offer a lot to anyone in terms
of a relationship outside of his undying faithfulness and love.
People didn’t fall for soldiers who… who… hmm well if the holo
novels were right they did, in terms of personality there were those
who’d find Cody attractive but he was a clone, a copy despite how
much he tried to make his own features his.

And
once more repeating, there was the Jedi’s rule on attachment that
the Jedi council enforced and Obi-Wan was a member of that body!

‘Ah,’
A insidious whisper hummed in his mind. ‘But Skywalker is a Jedi
and we all know where he prefers to run of to in the middle of the
night when possible.’ The voice chuckled.

‘Skywalker
is a bad example of a Jedi,’ Cody thought grumpily in return.
‘Obi-Wan however is practically the poster boy for Jedi, he and
General Luminara both. There is no wa-’

“Cody?”
A calm voice called out, causing Cody to jump and spin around to face
the door of the rec room, finding the subject of their conversation
standing there and Cody could swear the golden feather in his belt
pouch covered up in a soft cloth was suddenly warm, an impossible
thing to feel through armor and fabric but still, Cody swore it.

Smiling
warmly at them with quivering wings folded against his back, Obi-Wan
tilted his head. “There you are, Killer told me I’d find you
here. I was hoping to speak to you a bit before we ship out, do you
have the time join me at the temple?” He asked hopefully, the dim
golden light of his wings reflecting on the wall closest to him.

Instantly
stepping away from his brothers and his caff, Cody nodded. “Of
course sir, I’m always available.” He answered promptly and
ignored the cough covered laugh from behind from Ponds and Rex.

Behind
his back he gave both the finger in pretense of standing in parade
rest.

Instantly
Obi-Wan perked. “Wonderful, I suggest bringing your helmet, our
conversation may take a while so we might as well leave for the
Negotiator together once the time comes,” He tilted his head. “That
is if it is still fine with you?” He prodded once more for
permission.

Smirking
wryly, Cody crossed the floor. “Of course, my things have already
been shipped up so I only need myself and my helmet.” He chuckled
quietly.

Brightening,
Obi-Wan stepped back and out of the doorway, nodding. “Wonderful,
then come along commander.” The two started walking, seamlessly
walking together as they went to find Cody’s bunk in the leader
rooms of the barracks, Fox sitting on his bed with a pad in his lap
though he stood quickly and saluted when he saw the Jedi with Obi-Wan
good nature bowing to the trooper in return as Jedi did.

“I
imagine there’s a skycar waiting on us sir?” Cody asked as he dug
his helmet out of his footlocker as he ignored Fox.

There
was a silence and the sound of rustling feathers.

Glancing
at the other, Cody raised his brows and felt his scar twinge a bit
with pain as he took in the others red ears. “…Sir?” He
prompted carefully, ignoring Fox clearly eavesdropping on them.

Clearing
his throat, Obi-Wan shifted a bit. “Well, I flew over here Cody and
I figured, that is if you don’t mind, that I could just fly you
over to the temple. Both of my forms would be able to handle it  as
long as you agree…” He trailed off.

‘…Okay…
maybe, just maybe,
Rex has a point…’ Cody stared at his flustering General before
nodding slowly. “Well alright, I don’t see an issue with that…
would keep us out of the skycar queue.”
He started slowly, his heart thudding a tattoo in his chest as
Obi-Wan beamed at him.

A
part of him wondered… if he reached out and took the others hand
right now, would Obi-Wan hold it equally tight in return?

But
Cody didn’t, not this moment.

Fox
was a gossip hound and Cody wasn’t about to give him anymore
fodder.

Instead
he was going to leave with his General and take a flight with him to
the Jedi temple. ‘Best wear my helmet… the wind gets cold.’ He
reminded himself as they rounded the corner only to heat with
surprise and pleasure as his and Obi-Wan’s hand bumped into each
other as they walked.

In reachingthesun what is the temples reaction to Shmi Skywalker? Anakin reaction to his Mother?And does Anakin start to worship Obi-wan for his Mother’s safety, for what he’s done?

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Stepping
off the ramp, Obi-Wan turned and held out his hand to the woman with
a small smile on his lips. “Milady.” He murmured fondly as
Ahsoka skipped over to one of her agemates since Obi-Wan said she
wasn’t needed for the report.

Grasping
his hand, Shmi gave him a tired smile in return before glancing
around the hanger uncertainly. “So this is where Anakin has been
all these years… he must love it here, so many ships he can tinker
with.” She laughed nervously as Obi-Wan lead the other towards the
elevator.

Humming
faintly and wishing he could give her more, Obi-Wan shrugged. “I’ve
have to admit I’m a recent acquaintance of Anakin so I’m not
wholly sure of that though he does strike me as one who enjoys the
hanger and gardens.” He admitted with a small smile.

Glancing
at him, Shmi nodded and smoothed down her desert worn skirt with her
small bag resting on her back.

‘She
may have gotten that impression from the lack of information I had
for her about her son I imagine.’ Obi-Wan mused. Shmi
had been nervous about the entire thing until Obi-Wan proved he was
one, a Jedi and two, knew Anakin.

Apparently
knowing about the weird mole on Anakin’s ass after sparring and
showering with him came to a use, not to mention his weird way of
going ‘wizard’ all the time which had Shmi giggling a bit as if
she was a young girl and going ‘still that kid huh’ in a fond
tone.

He
felt a bit awkward as they took the elevator up but honestly Shmi
gave off the air of someone too nervous to really talk, their
trip had been quite a bit of talking, Shmi asking about Coruscant, a
lot about Anakin that Obi-Wan couldn’t answer though some basic
information Obi-Wan did know from his time on mission with Anakin and
of course some questions about the temple.

And
all that awkwardness was worth it as they meet a nervous looking
Anakin up at the council chamber, the teens eyes turning wide and
awed when he saw his mother in the flesh with both of them crashing
into each other for the first time in years.

Arms
clenched around his mother, Anakin stared at Obi-Wan over Shmi’s
head before mounting. ‘Thank you.’

Smiling
slightly, Obi-Wan nodded and made his way into the council chamber
instead to deal with the chaos.

()()()

“So
she’s just gonna be here then?” Ahsoka tilted her head while
twitching her lekkus curiously as she stood in the doorway.

Pausing,
Obi-Wan
looked up from the stir fry he was making for them in bemusement to
look at his padawan as she lounged around in a pair of pjs. “No,
what makes you think that?” He asked as he continued stirring
quickly so nothing would burn.

Shrugging
a bit, settling at the dinner table, Ahsoka let out a noise. “She
got a room in the temple, its all over the rumor mill so I just…
assumed I guess?” She watched as Obi-Wan added some more vegetables
to their food with a little grimace though perked up when she saw him
adding hot spices.

Sighing
a bit as he mixed, Obi-Wan nodded. “Kind of, she’s not staying
here forever. But she needs an initial place to stay until we can
reach out to one of the trusted programs to help her further
the skills she wants to and try to get her a job, freemans papers and
a place to live.” He explained as he pulled the stir fry off the
heat.

He
crouched down and peered into the oven, smiling a bit at the warm
garlic buns before standing and turning as they still needed a few
moments to watch Ahsoka soak in the information. She was frowning a
bit but nodding in understanding. “That makes sense, so she’s
just gonna be here for a few days or weeks then?”

Nodding,
Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest. “Yes, just to help her
adjust, help her get a job and help her get a place of living. I
believe Master Mace reached out to either Bail Organa or Unna Eugene
though I’m not sure, there are different organizations out there
with different levels of capability to help former slaves.” He
noted, rubbing his chin.

Tapping
her lips with a finger, Ahsoka hummed before nodding happily.
“Regardless, I’m glad she’s safe… though I wish we could do
more.” Her face fell.

‘We
all do little one, but there are rules, we are not the singular power
in the galaxy and we are beholden to the Senate… unfortunately.’
Obi-Wan glanced at their singular living room window where the
Rotunda loomed large and dark in the distance.

A
chill wandered his spine at the sight as he wondered what was coming.

For
something was.

Obi-Wan
had involved himself in something without his knowledge of the deeper
reason. ‘…Anakin, who has their eyes on you?’ He wondered as he
turned back to the food to feed his own padawan and not think about
the chill along his spine.

Hardeen Au – Yoda mentioned safeguarding their young, what does that entitle? are they younglings being secretly evacuated in case something happens? do they manage to figure out a signal to deactivate the chips before order 66 comes? i love your writing btw!

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Breathing
out heavily while raising the cup to blow on the content, Obi-Wan
pursed his lips before sighing and taking a sip. “He’s being
rather obvious I’d say.” Obi-Wan mused. It
had been cute that first day but it was less cute these days later on
and Obi-Wan could feel annoyance and something very close to anger
curdling in his stomach.

Humming
a bit, Cody took his own sip of tea while sitting next to the General
in his uniform instead of armor. “Honestly sir? I don’t mind.
Considering we’re like minded on this…” He trailed off a bit as
Obi-Wan shot him a sharp look.

“So
you don’t mind that Anakin is directly involving himself in our
love life which
we haven’t asked him to,
going as far as collecting you from the barracks to get you to have
tea with me?” He asked sharply. It had been sort of endearing after
the meeting they had about the chips but right now Obi-Wan couldn’t
help but find himself a bit annoyed at Anakin’s presumptions.

Licking
his lips, clearly nervous at
the reaction,
Cody set his cup down on the caff table. “Would… would it offend
you to know he asked me if
I wanted to come?”
He gently prompted, sun shining in from the living room window and
the soft murmur of temple activity outside the door.

When
Obi-Wan woke that day, he had no idea he’d go from being surprised,
frustrated and then slightly shocked. “…Cody, I’m crippled.
Well be that we’re both asexual bu-” A glove covered hand came up
over his mouth, Cody staring seriously at him over it.

For
long minutes neither said anything until Obi-Wan finally sighed and
nodded, recognizing the none verbal reprimand for
demeaning himself as
they lapsed into silence for a few long moments.

And
yet it didn’t turn uncomfortable, silence
was never uncomfortable for them.

Slowly
Obi-Wan shifted on the couch to settle his head on Cody’s shoulder.
“…The younglings are all on their way to the temple of Eedit now
along with the permanent temple resident Jedi and quite the
collection of the Archives that can either be duplicated or moved.”
He murmured quietly as he felt Cody wrap his arm around Obi-Wan’s
shoulders, hand coming up to gently play with the growing strands of
hair.

Letting
out a small hum of relief, Cody nodded. “Good, Wolffe mentioned
he’d be on some kind of undercover mission with the pack but to
know that they younglings are out… that’s a relief.” He
murmured quietly.

Just
in case.

Just
if they couldn’t get the chips.

Cody
already had his removed along with as many of the 212th
as he could get Helix to do surgery on and he knew that Rex had Kix
and Sawbone do the same in the 501st.

But
they were just a few men out of millions, the GAR was huge.

They
may be able to buy the Jedi some time, might be able to hide them
from their other vode but that was pretty much it and to know that
the younglings, the most vulnerable of the Jedi were gone?

That
was a relief.

He
also understood why Obi-Wan was not gone with the rest of the
permanent residence.

Palpatine
would notice if Obi-Wan left.

He
couldn’t leave Coruscant without there being questions on the old
Sith side and that was the last thing the needed. It already felt
like the dice was rolling on their fates and would land, that their
time was short was it was and the last thing they needed was for time
to become even shorter.

“Mace
was hoping I’d make an appearance in the Rotunda,” Obi-Wan
suddenly said and Cody tightened his arm around his Jedi while
reaching for his cup again to finish up the tea. “Go see Bail and
just let people see me. Would you like t-”

Cutting
in quickly, Cody nodded sharply. “I’ll accompany you. You’re
still a target and people know you’re still not recovered.” He
stated strongly before flushing at Obi-Wan’s soft chuckle.

But
the Jedi didn’t call him out on it, just remained tucked against
Cody’s side as he contemplated not grumping at Anakin and instead
thanking him for dragging Cody in for tea.

Even
if Anakin used it as an excuse to go see Padme.

Who
knew how much time they would have and maybe Obi-Wan was being a bit
selfish but… he was tired and there was so much happening.

If
the signal the healers and engineers were working on failed…

He
shifted, curling even more into Cody with a tight grip on his cup as
he took in the warmth of the others body and the scent of military
body scrub.

This
could all come down around their ears.

So
maybe it was time to reach for comfort and hold on with both hands
instead and not consider the consequences for the future when they
weren’t certain there would be a future.

And
Anakin wasn’t wrong exactly, Cody and Obi-Wan cared for each other.

‘Maybe,
but not right now. Right now I just want to enjoy my tea and the
company of a friend.’ Obi-Wan closed his eyes as Cody pulled his
gloves off and carded his fingertips through the short copper hair in
a familiar, affectionate touch.

And
wasn’t that how love started anyhow, with a friendship.

Hi Moddy, I’m reading through your storys right now and just finished Old And Sweet (again). And I would like some more. What about Ben who talks to Qui-Gons ghost? Or teaches the others how to do it? Could be rather funny or angsty I imagine.

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Settling
a cup down by Ahsoka’s side, Obi-Wan glanced worriedly over at Ben
as the man continued to scowl
lightly at
the empty space beside him with his arms crossed over his chest,
sitting on one of the crates they hadn’t loaded up yet to return to
Coruscant.

“He
still looking at air?” Anakin questioned as he stopped by his
former master’s side, frowning worriedly too at Ben.

For
the last hour or so, Ben had been looking rather put
out
at the air beside him except for that moment where Asajj went over
with a cup of tea, then he had looked rather amused for about a few
minutes before going back to pretty much pouting while sipping his
tea and staring up at the air.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan sighed deeply. “Maybe we should have the healers take a
look at him when we get home, he may have dementia that was hidden
underneath the Force addling and if that is the case, he needs
treatment.” Obi-Wan murmured quietly while internally panicking a
bit because if that was true then he’d
have dementia in the future.

Honestly
he was on five different new medications thanks to Ben and his blood
pressure medication had been upped in strength and he just didn’t
want to consider what else they’d like to do to him with what they
saw coming in Ben.

“Well,
he is an older man…” Ahsoka pointed out absently while going over
her study information.

“He’s
barely sixty Ahsoka, humans age like hell yes but thanks to medical
improvement we manage better and I am a Stewjoni,” Obi-Wan murmured
dryly. “Ben is only seven years older than  Mace
Windu.”
He pointed out when she opened her mouth.

All
of them paused at that thought.

Ben
wasn’t all that older than Mace Windu and yet looked like he was
Yoda some days.

“Sun
exposure and dehydration?” Anakin scratched his chin.

“And
grief.” Ahsoka tacked on after a moment.

Grimacing,
Obi-Wan nodded slowly. “That would make up for the skin and joints
I imagine but the medical stuff…” He sighed deeply then focused
back on Ben as the man shifted a bit.

“Are
you going to continue being an asshole?” Ben suddenly asked the air
beside him, frowning up at nothing. “It will be quite tedious to be
considered to be demented when I’m quite lucid thank you very
much.” He
sniffed and took a sip of his cup only to glare into it and then look
up again. “Also my cup is empty you jerk.” He stood and hobbled
towards where Asajj was standing with the kettle.

Exchanging
looks, Anakin nodded towards Ben while widening his eyes at Obi-Wan.

Shrugging
while crossing his arms, Obi-Wan looked back to Ben.

Said
man was fondly patting Asajj’s cheek. “Thank you my dear, now,
as I was saying Qui-Gon, just pull your ass together.” He sighed
tiredly while turning around to glare slightly up as if he was
looking up at another.

Obi-Wan’s
heart clenched as Anakin let out a sharp choking noise, hitting
himself in the chest as he watched with wide eyes.

Ben
thought he was talking with Qui-Gon?!

‘I-I
knew that age would make you think people who died weren’t dead
anymore bu-but this is a bit far isn’t it?’ Obi-Wan thought
shakily as he wished he had alcohol in that moment as Anakin’s hand
came down on his shoulder in
support. ‘We
watched him die.
Ben can’t be that far gone… can he? He hasn’t seemed so the
last few days.’ Obi-Wan knew the others were confused though Ahsoka
had a look of faint recognition and understanding to the name.

But
unless you were there, unless you knew the story firsthand… there
were so many details missing to this story, the nuances lost with
time as Ben took a sip of his tea and tapped his foot on the ground.
“Ben, maybe you should take a rest?” He managed to get out, his
voice shaken.

Finally
the old man looked to him, his brows raising and then narrowing, a
look of deep displeasure crossing it as he turned his head and
outright glared as if someone had stolen his tea and underwear.
“Qui-Gon Jinn, so help me, you pull together that Force energy and
show your lousy ass this moment or I swear when I die, I will punt
you through a black hole and wait for you to come out only to repeat
it again.” Ben swore, his voice on the verge of angry and that was
as shocking as what he was saying.

Ben
had never been angry in as long as he’d been there, he had been
happy, lost, confused, sad or just gleeful.

But
he had never been angry and his anger was scorching in the Force and
gave off the same feeling as when you were scolded by someone you
looked up to, as when you knew you had disappointed someone.

The
air in front of Ben shimmered with blue and Obi-Wan could feel his
stomach dropping in shock.

Anakin’s
grip on his shoulder became painful as several troopers jerked their
blasters up from their belts as in front of Ben, the blue shape of
Qui-Gon became apparent as the old and dead
Jedi blinked down at Ben in exasperation. “Ben, this takes quite a
bit of energy I will have you know, I’m not sure how long I can
hold myself visible.” The man rumbled out.

Snorting
loudly, Ben pointed at Obi-Wan. “Go say sorry to your old padawan
you old grouch, you should have done that years ago.” He snapped
out with narrowed eyes.

The
world felt frozen to Obi-Wan as blue eyes, just as intensely blue as
when he had been alive, focused on his and a warm smile crossed
Qui-Gon’s face. “Obi-Wan, hello old padawan.”

Darkness
slipped in and Obi-Wan felt his knees buckle as the faint realization
that he was passing out hit him.

He
hoped Anakin had mind enough to catch him before he hit the ground.

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Gasping
sharply
in pain as Qui-Gon pushed his left
leg up and back by
holding his broad warm hands under the calf,
the knee aimed at the
young knights chest
chest, Obi-Wan tried not to start crying but the cramp bloody well
hurt and by the way everyone around him was wincing it was clear that
the knight was projecting his pain instead of managing to keep his
shielding up.

Considering
he was hitting a solid nine on
the pain scale that
wasn’t shocking and it was a miracle he wasn’t screaming bloody
murder
as Qui-Gon continued to try and stretch out the cramping muscle,
having
helped Obi-Wan lay back on his back to press the leg up.

Normally
this didn’t happen but he had been sitting for far too long
meditating and the muscle had gone stiff and then gone into a cramp
and now he was paying for it with pain, sweat and soon to be tears.

‘And
blood, never forget that.’ He thought bitterly
as
he bit through his bottom lip with another hitched breath.

“Obi-Wan,
I think we should summon a healer, this clearly isn’t working.”
Qui-Gon said sharply, his voice oozing with worry only to grunt when
Anakin butted in, the teen putting his hands directly to the covered
scar tissue and muscle that was currently fucking up Obi-Wan’s
life. “Anakin do-”

About
to scold the young, Qui-Gon ended up swallowing his words as Obi-Wan
collapsed back against the mat with a gasp of relief, panting for air
as Anakin continued slowly squeezing and pressing, massaging with his
palms and fingertips at the muscle.

Slowly,
as Anakin worked, color returned to Obi-Wan’s pale face and his
clenched fists rested along his side.

The
flush from gritting his teeth remained but would fade as he continued
calming down with the man staring at the high ceiling of the
meditation hall they had chosen for the day.

Finally
Obi-Wan turned his head and gave Anakin a weak smile. “Thanks
kiddo… that… was not pleasant.” He admitted quietly.

Crawling
up beside him, Anakin smiled down at him then grinned at Qui-Gon. “I
used to help mom when her muscles cramped up. You have to get to work
on it and press it out to relaxation mode and make the scar behave,
it doesn’t just work to straighten the leg.” He explained calmly
before patting Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “You still need to go to the
healers or maybe go to one of those heated pools you
think I don’t know you go to swim in.”
Anakin tacked on sternly as Obi-Wan’s legs was slowly placed down
on the floor and the redhead winced in response.

Grimacing
heavily, Obi-Wan breathed out even as Qui-Gon chuckled and ruffled
Anakin’s short, spiked hair. “And so the padawan teaches the
master, good work Anakin. You will have to show me that move, I
imagine it can be quite helpful for old muscles too… like mine.”
He grimaced heavily, before pouting when both former and current
padawan sniggered at him, even if Obi-Wan’s was low and pained.

Laughing
shakily as he wiped his brow for sweat and gently at his bleeding
lip, Obi-Wan grinned at Qui-Gon. “You admitting you’re old huh.”
He smirked slightly even as he remained laying, not daring to move
just yet.

“You’re
evil but yes, I am old, my joints are bad because I’m too tall.”
Qui-Gon admitted wryly before standing slowly and offering his hand
to the younger man.

Letting
out a deep breath, Obi-Wan sat up and grasped Qui-Gon’s hand,
groaning deeply as the sore tissue stretched as he was standing
straight and putting weight on the formerly cramping muscle. ‘I’ll
have to get in on those massage lessons though how I can do it on
myself at that angle I’m uncertain.’ He mused thoughtfully as he
hobbled towards the entrance while using Anakin as a crutch.

It
was lucky the youth didn’t mind acting as a crutch as they slowly
made their way out into the hallway.

Qui-Gon
rested his hand on Obi-Wan’s back as they passed other Jedi. “I
do believe that there’s been enough activity for the day so maybe
we should return to our quarters and relax out. As far as I’m
aware, you have some massage oils in your quarter still Obi-Wan,
yes?” Qui-Gon questioned, well aware of Obi-Wan’s treatment of
his scar.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan paused to take a deep breath. “Sweet almond oil that heats
up though at this point I may want an icing factor of a mint oil
instead instead of heat,” He murmured quietly as Anakin glanced up
questioningly. “When it is too stiff I heat it to soften the
tissue, when it is painful, I ice it to try to and lower the pain.”
He explained to the blond.

Nodding
slowly, Anakin pursed his lips. “I can show you both how I massage
the muscle then!” He chirped brightly, beaming only to flush a bright crimson when
his voice cracked on the last word.

Exchanging
amused looks, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon opted not to mention the teenage
puberty voice of the boy.

Force
knew they
remembered being embarrassed as teens themselves.

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Smiling
sheepishly while rubbing at the back of his neck, Anakin shrugged
even as crusted mud fell off his clothes at every move he made. “So
yeah, after the explosion I kinda fell into the mud hole that went
straight down into the cave systems below. I think there’s metal
all around here because I couldn’t get a clear signal.” He
explained.

He
was almost a bit offended to see Rex shake his head while rubbing his
face as Echo and Fives traded credits and Commander Cody patted his
captain vod on the back with a smirk on his face. “And you say I
got it worse with Kenobi.” The commander teased quietly, obviously
not intending to be heard.

Ahsoka
just continued to cling to his muddy mech arm, staring up at him with
narrowed eyes. “You’re a menace Skyguy, I really thought you were
hurt, we kept looking everywhere and we couldn’t find hide nor hair
of you and I actually…” Her breath hitched for a moment and she
pressed her forehead into his shoulder, shaking for a moment.

Softening,
Anakin reached his other hand out to rub her monterales instead in
assurance that he was still alive and was fine if mud covered and in
desperate need of a shower and something more to eat than just the
ration bar he had on him when he went down the mud hole.

However
he felt eyes on him and quickly looked up, meeting Obi-Wan’s eyes.

Obi-Wan
who
was
staring at him, face utterly devoid of emotions, his eyes almost
glassy looking even as Ashoka continued clinging
to Anakin
clinging
to his arm.
It was still so odd to see the other, his hair still growing in and
the scruffy beard coming
in since they shaved him all over for that karking shitstorm that had
been the Hardeen undercover mission.

For
a moment Anakin felt very cold despite the warm sun burning down over
them and the very gentle breeze barely stirring his mud crusted hair.

Suddenly
Obi-Wan jerked forward and Anakin tensing himself in preparation for
a lecture on his reckless behavior.

Only…

That
wasn’t what Obi-Wan did.

He
closed the distance in four large steps with
Ahsoka suddenly jumping out of the way as if she sensed the
grandmaster’s approach without even looking. Obi-Wan
threw his arms around Anakin, dragged
the other to him and buried
Anakin’s face into his shoulder by dragging him down with a hand
cupping the back of the blond head. Anakin’s nose was awkwardly
smashed into the others shoulder but he was too stunned to move as he
felt Obi-Wan shudder, his nose pressing into Anakin’s hair.

Everything
smelled of Obi-Wan’s body wash, mild detergent and tea as Anakin
twinged in on Obi-Wan’s low voice muttering but it was the that
took Anakin off guard.
“You’re alright… of course you’re alright… you
had to be alright…”
The other whispered, a quiver breaking his voice as his blunt
fingernails dug into Anakin’s scalp.

And
yet the sting didn’t quite register to Anakin.

Because
Obi-Wan was clinging to him so tightly, his voice breaking and even a
Force blind fool could have seen the fear in the others behavior with
how tightly Obi-Wan’s arms held onto Anakin.

Anakin
was not Force blind even if he had shut down his bond to Obi-Wan to
give himself a break from
the other man after that mess that had brought him to question what
kind of friendship he had with his old master only for this to
happen, for Obi-Wan to cling to him as if his life depended on it.

Obi-Wan
who didn’t have an open tie to Anakin at
the moment,
who had been respecting the others need for distance… Obi-Wan, who
from the moment the explosion went of, must have thought that Anakin
had been caught in it when
the other didn’t appear again, unknowing of the cave system below
as they couldn’t hail Anakin’s comm even.

A
petty part of Anakin was crooning at Obi-Wan getting to taste his own
medicine for what he had done to Anakin but the other part, the part
that generally won out worried about the break in the others voice
and the shaking of the others body and the tiny hitches of breath
against his neck.

Raising
his hands from his sides, Anakin slid them around around the other
slowly, letting out a low noise deep in his chest as he held the
others trembling body. “Yeah…
I’m alright Obi-Wan.” He murmured, remaining still despite all
the dried mud he must be getting on the other.

If
Obi-Wan didn’t care in his need for reassurance then
Anakin was more than happy to stay right there with his arms around
the other Jedi.

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Waking
slowly to the gentle stroke of fingers through his hair and the quiet
murmur of voices around him, Obi-Wan kept his eyes shut and his
breathing slow. He
had been dreaming so lovely about cakes and oranges for some reason
and he’d rather go back to that dream if he someone asked heh.

“And
the chancellor threw a tantrum?” Cody’s quiet, angry voice broke
him from that drowsy idea however as his ears reluctantly keyed in on
the conversation instead, mind waking up enough to realize he was
laying on his quarters couch with his head in Cody’s lap and a
blanket covering him.

There
was a deep sigh, Obi-Wan easily identifying it as Qui-Gon. “Like a
damn five year old being denied sweets when
we told him Obi-Wan would not be appearing in front of the Senate
citing that we believed them to be a danger to him.
We may have to get Obi-Wan off Coruscant if they continue like this
as
we don’t really have the support we need from the Senate.
Between the CIS contracting bounty hunters and the Senate trying to
somehow get Obi-Wan to agree to an abortion not to mention the public
pretty much camping on our front step, things are a mess.” The old
Jedi stated tiredly while sitting back in the comfortable recliner
Obi-Wan kept in his quarters for his old master.

The
hand stroking his hair paused for a few seconds before Cody continued
slowly stroking and then moving on to Obi-Wan’s large belly. “Is
that safe? I mean, multiple babies means it will be an earlier birth
right?” Cody asked, worry oozing of his voice.

There
was a shift, the creak of leather. “If he moves now, with a medic
or healer going with him and people around him to help him it would
be fine. He’d have to be moved to somewhere safer, perhaps Naboo or
Alderaan or one of the planets with a smaller Jedi temple but if we
did that, we’d have to send the entire 212th
with him and potentially a few knights just for security. We can’t
trust the rest of the galaxy clearly.” Qui-Gon growled a little
bit.

His
tone was full of raw worry tinged with anger and some sadness.

Deciding
he had heard enough, Obi-Wan squirmed a bit and let out a soft noise,
opening his eyes to blink at Qui-Gon, the man smiling softly at him.
Shifting a bit, Obi-Wan looked up at Cody, pouting up at him until
Cody chuckled and leaned down enough to give him a tender but chaste
kiss. “Welcome back to the world of the waking cyare, how do you
feel?” Cody asked quietly, his smile not letting on the seriousness
of the topic only seconds before.

Smiling
sleepily in return, Obi-Wan sat up slowly with a bit of help from the
clone, breathing out heavily. “Sleepy of course,” He yawned. “But
no longer as exhausted. Enough on that, hello to you Qui-Gon, when
did you arrive?” Obi-Wan peered at the other.

Glancing
towards the chrono,
the man let out a considering noise. “If I remember right, about
two hours ago. Cody offered me tea and I stayed to speak to him and
wait to see if you woke before I needed to go.” Qui-Gon hummed,
gesturing one of his big hands at the caff table where an abandoned
cup on a saucer stood.

Blinking,
Obi-Wan turned to Cody and pouted.

Promptly
the man stood with a laugh. “Alright, which one sweetheart?” He
smirked.

“Orange,
I know you’re not going to let me have sapir since there’s
caffeine in it.” Obi-Wan huffed before turning back to Qui-Gon as
Cody padded off to the kitchenette, flushing a bit under Qui-Gon’s
amused, tender smile.

Shaking
his head slowly, Qui-Gon’s smile grew. “Don’t be so embarrassed
Obi-Wan, I’m glad to see how much you two care for each other.”
He said quietly, a note of longing in his voice. Clearly Qui-Gon was
missing Tahl and Obi-Wan let out a low noise in response.

Sitting
up properly and settling his feet down on the floor, Obi-Wan glanced
around the quarters and then sighed deeply. “…If I am to leave
Coruscant, I want to go somewhere green.” The words were quietly
stated and wiped all traces of a smile off the older Jedi’s face.

Cody
looked at them from the kitchenette, his hands frozen around the box
of fruit tea he had been about to prepare. “…You were aware.”
Qui-Gon stated.

Shrugging
slightly, swallowing down shame and guilt, Obi-Wan peered tiredly at
him. “I woke up for the latter part, the chancellor throwing a
tantrum? And… I don’t want to risk my babies Qui-Gon. They’re
ours and
the Senate doesn’t get to… they can’t decide what happens to my
body and the babies I’m
carrying.” He finally whispered, clenching his hands on his knees
while looking down.

There
was a shift, the creak of leather and then Qui-Gon was sitting beside
him instead, pressing their shoulders together while covering one
hand with his large, warm one. “…I’ll speak with the council,”
He rumbled seriously, prompting Obi-Wan to look at him and relax at
the open and accepting face of his old master. “We won’t let them
decide this Obi-Wan, we already give them too much but we are not
letting them take this.”

Swallowing
heavily, Obi-Wan nodded, trying to stifle a sob that got caught in
his throat only to hitch out, Qui-Gon wrapping Obi-Wan in a hug that
rather painfully twisted his back with how his stomach was getting in
the way but Obi-Wan did nothing to try and get out of it, needing the
comfort more than anything else as he clung to his former master
embrace as if he was still just a young padawan after a nightmare.

A
second later Cody joined them, settling on Obi-Wan’s other side
with a supporting hand on his back, murmuring quiet endearment and
support in mando’a.

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Cutting
a small piece of the plant, Yan jerked his hand away quickly as the
plant spewed out defensive acid from the now open ‘wound’, the
liquid bubbling on on the pot it was stationed in and the tray it had
managed to squirt out over.

Watching
carefully while
putting down his clippers,
Yan hummed. “Trial, write down that the Hummidus plant’s sap is
acidly and when cut it oozes or outright spits its sap at what is
around in a defensive attempt.” The white haired man called to the
droid taking notes so Yan could just dictate.

As
the droid took it down, Yan reached for one of his test tubes and a
cotton swab, taking a sample of the acid and setting it aside.

He
was about to continue his experiment when the door to his scientific
experimentation room opened, prompting Yan to turn and pull his
safety googles off in surprise as he saw who was standing there.
“Obi-Wan, what is it my boy?” Standing, Yan let a frown cross his
face.

Obi-Wan,
for all his needs and mental disabilities, continued to remain polite
and generally he knocked even when he was having one of his fits.

Discreetly
Yan ran his thumb over the alarm device on his belt that was lined up
to the choker Obi-Wan wore that constantly monitored Yan’s
grandchild vitals.

It
had not even vibrated and it had certainly not sounded, Yan would
have heard that in the stillness of the room.

Pale
lipped from
pressing them together,
Obi-Wan shifted on his feet in
the doorway before
shrugging. “There are guests, I left them up in the sun room.”
The young man stated quietly while twisting his hands together in
a nervous motion.

For
all that the two had been away from the Jedi order for several years
now, Obi-Wan still preferred a very Jedi like cut of clothes and the
same colors and it was clear he wanted to slide his hands into his
sleeves despite them not being voluminous enough.

Setting
his safety googles aside and pulling off his apron off to hang up,
Yan frowned at the redhead. “Obi-Wan, who is it?” He prompted
carefully.

The
other was clearly uncomfortable and yes, strangers did make Obi-Wan
uncomfortable to
this
day. If it was Yoda or anyone else from the Jedi order he wouldn’t
be reacting this way and if it was that Jettster from the diner then
Obi-Wan wouldn’t have come to collect Yan at all.

Opening
his mouth, Obi-Wan hesitated and then closed it, glancing away.

That
was even more worrisome.

Yan
had worked hard
to get Obi-Wan as mentally fit as he could and that included Obi-Wan
being able to talk to him.

Moving
to him, Yan settled his hand on Obi-Wan’s side and gently tilted
the others chin up with his other, smiling gently at him. “I’m
here to listen.” He murmured warmly, making the other remember his
old promise to look out for Obi-Wan.

Shoulder
slumped but finally Obi-Wan spoke. “Its the Chancellor, a Jedi I
don’t know and the Trade Federation asshole.” He mumbled, being
absolute honest.

Obi-Wan
had a did not have fond memories of the Trade Federation as he partly
blamed them for Qui-Gon’s death.

After
all, without an invasion of Naboo, Valeroum hadn’t needed to ask
for a Jedi favor and therefore they wouldn’t have needed to be
there and on some level Yan agreed and limited his interaction with
the trade Federation in turn,

But
the Chancellor?

And
a Jedi?

Frowning,
Yan wondered what was going on before Obi-Wan caught his attention
again by tugging on the front of Yan’s tunic, nervously
licking his lips as he gathered his thoughts.
“The Chancellor tried to hide it was him but I recognized the way
he smelled and the Jedi… something’s odd about the Jedi. He
doesn’t feel right.” Obi-Wan shrugged awkwardly
as he couldn’t quite explain what he felt.

Frowning
even deeper, Yan nodded and leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to
Obi-Wan’s forehead, getting a small smile from the man as Obi-Wan
relaxed at the affectionate touch. “You go to your garden, I’ll
go deal with this and afterward we can have tea together.” He
promised quietly, taking Obi-Wan’s instincts seriously as he
slipped around the redhead with brisk
steps while internally wondering what could have twigged Obi-Wan’s
intuitiveness.

Obi-Wan
was smart and if he said something wasn’t right, Yan believed him.

As
he entered the sun room, the Count’s skin started to crawl as he
meet the eyes of his long time friend Sifo-Dyas.

Something
was very
wrong.