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I totally respect that you need a break. This is absolutely a question that can wait until after break is done. That said… so breakabarrier…. is out favorite threesome expecting or not???

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Watching
their sleeping and relaxed mate laying between them, Anakin and Padme
exchanged a fond look over Obi-Wan as the other continued snoring
quietly.

He
looked utterly comfortable wrapped up in the soft, green cotton
sheets of their bed wearing only his own navy blue boxers and
one of Anakin’s black tank tops, the strap on the left side coiled
up and exposing more of his skin on that side along with love bites
and hickeys
from their mating. The other had stolen the tank top for sleeping in
and Anakin had been too thrilled at the sight to deny him that
chance, having dragged Obi-Wan into a deep snog for a while before
they got to sleep.

Seeing
their omega in their own clothes was apparently a thing for them
though Padme didn’t get to see it too often because of size
difference unfortunately.

But
hey, she’d take the bathrobes and the occasional shirt that would
fit the man… or
barely fit as it was heh, there was something for the eyes to see
Obi-Wan’s chest on display through the thin fabric.

“We
have to wake him soon, we’re suppose to return to the temple and
finally get sent back out somewhere.”
Anakin murmured mournfully.

He
had enjoyed their time off from the war and from the temple if he was
honest, bonding with the master he had felt cut off from and the mate
he had discovered they were suppose to have all along since the
moment he and Padme had found each other.

Humming
in return, Padme leaned in and nuzzled at at the blond before leaning
down and gently stroking Obi-Wan’s hair out of his face, pressing
a soft kiss along his cheek. “Obi-Wan, hon, wake up.” She
murmured, smiling when the other twitched and mumbled sleepily,
turning onto his side to hide in her chest.

Grinning,
rubbing along Obi-Wan’s back, Anakin wiggled in after him. “Hey,
none of that, we need to get ready.” He teased softly only to
outright laugh in surprise when Obi-Wan whined and wrapped his arms
around Padme, dragging her tightly into him while hiding in the
valley of her breast. “Obi-Wan!”

“Noooo.”
He whined, tone muffled into her chest. “Sleeeep.” He continued
as
he octopus clung to one of his mates.

“I’ll
carry you and dump you in the tub Obi-Wan, clothes and all.” Anakin
warned the redhead and sniggered loudly when that finally got Obi-Wan
to look at him, squinting grouchily from the soft place he had found
to hide. They
all knew that wasn’t an idle threat as Anakin had actually done
that to both of his mates at one point.

Obi-Wan
had gotten their revenge though but turning the tables and dumping
Anakin into the bath in turn much to Padme’s delight since the man
had proven a bit too heavy for her to carry and return the favor.

Stroking
Obi-Wan’s hair fondly, Padme hid a little giggle. “Come now dear
heart, we have to go. I got Senate meetings and you…” She trailed
off, all of them equally saddened by the fact that they’d have to
separate for who knew how long.

Nuzzling
at the silken sea green of Padme’s nightie, Obi-Wan sighed. “I
don’t want to leave though…” He whispered, tone deep from
sleep.

Saying
nothing to that, Padme and Anakin wrapped themselves up around their
omega and each other as best they could, painfully familiar with the
desire not to leave but knowing that they had to.

()()()

Sighing
deeply as he gave over his hand to the healer, Obi-Wan shot Mace a
short glare from his position on the examination bed. “I’m
certain this is unnecessary Mace, I’m an older omega you know.”
He pointed out dryly even as the master of the order crossed his arms
over his chest while leaning against the wall by the door, clearly
unimpressed with Obi-Wan’s reasoning and the fact that he had to
drag Obi-Wan all the way to the Hall and to the sterile examination
room the healers used for appointments.

The
man smirked a bit when Obi-Wan hissed as his blood was drawn in a
little pinprick from his finger with bacta applied the second enough
blood was drawn but answered Obi-Wan calmly. “I will be telling
both Amidala and Skywalker that I had to strong arm you into coming
to the Halls, you know this is standard procedure for all newly mated
couples.” Mace pointed out in an equally dry tone.

Grimacing
heavily, Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and focused on the healer and the
test with a lazy gaze. Older omegas rarely got pregnant from their
first mating if they were kept from their mates for whatever reason
and generally older omegas required fertility treatments regardless
so he wasn’t expecting anything and didn’t really see the need to
waste the test and bacta for this but as Mace said, standard
procedure.

‘Sweet
Force, they’re more protective than ever over me, I swear Shaak
looked like she was about to come from Kamino to test me herself if
Mace didn’t drag me here.’ Obi-Wan thought grouchily as he swayed
his legs back and forth.

The
test beeped and Obi-Wan readied himself to be out of the Halls only
to stop as the healer dropped the gauze she had been handing over to
Obi-Wan wipe the bacta away and Mace straightened at the wall.

All
of them stared at the test at the clearly visible plus signs on the
pregnancy test.

‘…What?’
Obi-Wan.exe stopped working from shock overload as the realization
that he was pregnant
hit him with full force.

So maybe Obi’s lineage has a family night and Anakin complains about Obi wiping the table with the other siths and him. Maybe Dooku and Yoda are cracking up because they taught Obi to play when he was a younglings because they were banned from playing the game. Plus Obi go to earn his allowance.

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Sulking
as he headed for the quarters with a sniggering Ahsoka on his tail,
Anakin shot his apprentice to be a grumpy look. “If
you’re just going to laugh at me, I’m not introducing you to the
rest of the lineage.” He grouched out.

Outright
cackling at that, Ahsoka gave him a sharp toothed grin. “I already
know Master Yoda and Master Obi-Wan. And I’ve meet master Qui-Gon!
Only one I haven’t meet is Yan Dooku though I heard about him, so
that’s not really as much of a threat as you make it sound like
Skyguy.” She teased, delighting in getting to officially meet the
others though not letting Anakin know.

Rolling
his eyes, muttering to himself about teenagers while wondering if he
was as bad, he knocked on the old silver fox’s door and waited for
the refined voice to call.

Scanning
his thumb, Anakin stepped in. “Hey Master Dooku, wanted to-” He
looked up from dropping his boots aside only to freeze as he was
faced with the rest of the lineage, all of them staring at him with
each their own drink, cards in hands and a pot of credits on the
table between them.

Obi-Wan
looked wholly amused while Qui-Gon looked bemused. Yoda was staring
at his cards with Ventress peeking at Yan’s card over the old man’s
shoulder as the four of them were sitting at the floor table to play.

Perking
up when he saw someone behind Anakin, Yan smiled. “Ah, I see you
finally brought the next member of the lineage.” He chuckled,
nodding in approval when Ventress patted at the couch for Ashoka to
join her.

“I,
yes…wait!” Anakin pointed at them. “What’s going on here?!”
He hung up his black robe with wide eyes.

“Usual
sabbac game we are having,” Yoda croaked. “How we taught Obi-Wan
to play this is, though on pause it has been for a while, happy I was
to hear that restart it we were.” He hummed happily and tugged his
tea cup closer to him as Obi-Wan threw credits into the pot.

“Wait,
wait, wait!” Anakin flailed his arms around before pointing at Yan
and Yoda. “You two taught him to play sabbac!?” He yelped. He
just thought it was Qui-Gon and that had never really made sense with
how good Obi-Wan was because Qui-Gon’s way of playing was very…
hasty if one could say it that way.

The
two elder members of the lineage exchanged looks as Obi-Wan sipped
his tea calmly. “Well, yes of course we did Anakin. Qui-Gon is of
course a good player but he’s a lousy sabbac teacher.” Yan raised
his brow at the last member of their game.

Shrugging
a bit, still staring at his cards, Qui-Gon hummed. “Oh, I admit
that. Beside, my style of game can be a bit…” He trailed off.

Simultaneously
the rest of the table chimed in together. “Reckless.”

Finally
Qui-Gon raised his head from his cards and pouted at the others.

Yan
sipped his wine with a small smirk. “Dear Qui-Gon, I adore you my
boy but your mind is clearly not made to the tactics I use. Obi-Wan
however has always had a good hand with it and as a youth he looked
too innocent to be bloodthirsty in sabbac and now he looks too
dignified.” He chuckled calmly while placing down his cards.
“Twenty three positive.” Yan smirked at the others while ignoring
his grandpadawan and great grandpadawan.

Qui-Gon
cursed threw down his cards and Yoda sighed with his ears twitching
sadly. “Last
of my credit allotment for gambling that was, out I am.” He stated
mournfully
as Yan reached for the pot only for Obi-Wan to hum loudly,
interrupting the old Sith and
bringing everyone’s attention on the young man instead.

They
all watched as he put down his cards
one by one, Ventress snorting in amusement and Ahsoka gasping in joy
as they saw what the redhead had on hand as Qui-Gon let out a little
frustrated curse and Yoda’s ears quivered even more with Yan
staring at the cards with a twitching brow.

A
two, a three and the idiot.

Smiling,
Obi-Wan cocked his head to the side with twinkling green eyes. “I
do believe that trumps your pure sabacc grandmaster and therefor this
victory goes to me… like always.” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly and
swept the pot his way.

Jaw
dropping, Anakin stared at Obi-Wan as it hit him that Obi-Wan had not
only cleaned out him, Ventress and Maul but he had also cleaned out
Yoda, Yan and Qui-Gon and apparently it was not the first or second
time he did it either by the way he was talking.

Snorting
loudly in an undignified sound, Yan raised his glass at Obi-Wan.
“Touche my boy, the pupil has long ago become the master of this
game.” He smirked proudly at him despite being annoyed by the loss.

Sweeping
some of the credits into a purple bag he had clearly brought just to
carry his winnings, Obi-Wan smirked in return. “I do believe I’ll
be buying Cody that rifle he was looking at, he’s been giving me
some wonderful honey and tea blends they creating and exporting from
Amar IV and
it is about time I gave him something in return.” He said
cheerfully before standing, heading for the door with a wave.

All
of them waved in return, waiting for the door to close before Yan
turned to Qui-Gon with a wide smirk on his face. “He’s still
unhappy with you for shovel talking that poor man isn’t he?” He
drawled teasingly. “He usually gives you back at least half.” Yan
finished off his wine.

Wincing,
Qui-Gon rubbed his neck with a wry smile on his lips. “Unfortunately
yes, I anticipate some kind of retaliation soon.” He chuckled
quietly.

Yan
shook his head then turned with a chuckle. “Now young lady, how
about you introduce yourself? I would love to get to know my future
great grandpadawan.” Yan said warmly as Ahsoka bounced forward and
stood to bow, unknowingly already making a better impression than
Anakin had once years earlier.

Prompt: what if one of the younglings made Obi-Wan and Anakin plushies of one another? Would Anakin adore his Obi-Wan plushie and would he keep it as Darth Vader?

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Pausing
as she stepped off the ramp and into the warm sun and soft grass,
Ahsoka raised an amused brow at the sight of her master and
grandmaster laying on sun chairs outside with a DIY umbrella that the
troopers must have cobbled together, bandages covering them and with
strange orange spots on their visible strange pale skin.

Humans
were so weird but at least the troopers had a darker color that
reminded Ahsoka more of her own. ‘Is that racist?’ She wondered
curiously as she made her way towards Anakin, smiling when the man
waved at her in greeting. ‘I mean the galaxy comes in every color
practically.’

Laying
face down on the chair, Obi-Wan didn’t notice Ahsoka approaching,
his Force aura clearly oozing of sleepiness and a drowsy sort of out
of it she associated with medication while Anakin ad least was
sitting up and was focused on her.

Setting
his metal cup aside and lowering the pad he had been reading from,
Anakin grinned at her in welcome. “Hey, welcome to the quarantine
zone. How was the temple and your exam Snips?” He questioned
teasingly, his pad going into pause mode.

Chuckling,
Ahsoka opened her mouth to answer only to pause when Obi-Wan grunted
and squirmed in the chair.

“Anakiiiiin,
don’t touch the bats.” The General moaned into his chair.

Absently,
the blond beside him reading from his pad lifted his flesh hand and
patted the man’s hair. “Of course Obi-Wan, I won’t touch the
bats,” He stated, letting his hand linger in the mess of copper red
to rub at the others scalp. “He
has a fever.” Anakin clarified to a confused Ahsoka who was trying
to make sense of the words and behavior.

Never
mind that there weren’t any bats around them, the fevered General
was clearly remembering something
his padawan had done long ago and Skywalker was playing along to keep
the other as soothed as possible, most likely keeping Kix and Helix
warning in mind.

‘Or
maybe,’ Ahsoka glanced towards the mouth of a cave not that far
from camp that seemed to go into the mountain range. ‘There are
bats in there and Skyguy got curious about them.’ She mused before
chuckling. “Temple was fine, exam was stupid but I think I aced
it.” She settled on while waving at Echo and Hardcase when they
rushed by with happy calls of ‘welcome back commander!’ before
continuing on their tasks.

Rex
was making his way over with Cody and Kix making up the rear of the
group.

Nodding
sagely, Anakin smiled up at her. “Sounds like standard…oh and
don’t go into the cave Ahsoka, there are infectious bats in there
and they bite,” He grimaced, poking at a bandage sitting below his
scar. “Aggressive as all kark too.” The Jedi knight sighed
deeply.

‘And
the troopers are fine because they have armor and actually use their
helmet compared to my lineage idiots.’ Ahsoka thought in fond
exasperation, greeting commander, captain and medic when they reached
them.

Retrieving
his hand from Obi-Wan’s head, Anakin focused on him as Kix had him
sit up, examining some of the spots on his face and pulling up his
tunic to look at the ones on his skin. Sleepily, Obi-Wan properly
greeted Ahsoka. “It is good to see you again young one.” He
yawned and smacked his lips together.

Beaming,
Ahsoka bowed, hearing a little jangle from the bag that had her
jolting in surprise as she remembered what she got from the creche.
“Oh! The younglings made something for you two!” She knelt down,
dropping her bag on the grassy ground as she dug around.

She
could feel Anakin and Obi-Wan watching curiously along with the
troopers only for both of them to let out laughs of disbelief as two
plushies were pulled of her bag.

One
was clothed in black Jedi outfit that had clearly been dyed with
curled blond hair and an awkwardly sewed on red ‘scar’ with blue
button eyes.

The
other was beige Jedi clothed with green button eyes and red hair, the
same hair carefully tacked onto the face of the plushie.

Grinning
as she handed the plushie of Obi-Wan to Anakin and the plushie of
Anakin to Obi-Wan, Ahsoka winked. “The older kids came for me right
before I was about to leave and said that I should give them to you
two. They apparently worked really hard on them.” She stood,
beaming happily at them as both Jedi examined the soft toys in
interest as they in turn were being looked over by the medic.

Fingers
gently running over cloth and ‘hair’, Anakin gently tugging on
the beard while glancing over at his own look alike with Obi-Wan
gently poking at the ‘scar’ of the plushie with a soft smile.

Snorting
loudly in surprise, Anakin held up one of plushie Obi-Wan’s arm.
“Look, the open
circle armada mark.” He laughed.

Leaning
in and firmly getting scolded by Kix for moving, Obi-Wan stared and
checked Anakin’s little plushie, finding the open
circle armada mark on it too with a soft, fond laugh. “Oh my, I
will have to drop by the creche next time we’re home. This was very
kind of them.” He grinned happily.

“Next
time however, I expect presents for being gone instead of being the
one to bring it.” Ahsoka teased them as Anakin outright snuggled
his little Obi with a wide smirk.

‘They’re
just giant kids.’ She thought lovingly, watching Obi-Wan discreetly
hug his Anakin doll with a small smile, knowing very well that
neither would be putting those into a drawer to collect dust.

ReporttotheSenate! So the clones decided to save their Jedi! How are they gonna do that? Maybe they need a planning session? One should suggest just drugging all the Jedi and taking them all (even the ones in the corps!) to a nice, safe, out of the way planet. Then shut down all communications until they can find the Sith in the Senate.

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Calling
in every high stationed trooper on Coruscant and not only the Jedi
associated ones was a chore but they needed more opinions and more
ideas to be spring boarded between each other clearly.

Cody
was almost regretting it though.

Mostly
because some of his vode had the stupidest of ideas and no one was
really arguing against them even if they found them ludicrous.

“I
say we just drug them,” Fox hissed, leaning in before glancing over
to where the Jedi council were still meditating before focusing back
on his vode, rolling his eyes at the wide eyed looks he was getting.
“Look, there are thousands of us and so many less Jedi, especially
since the start of the war,” He pointed out grimly. “It be easy
actually. The ones in the corps are actually safer already in being off Coruscant, we just need to
station garrisons around them to make sure they remain safe but the ones
on Coruscant are exposed.” Fox finished up, straightening while
crossing his arms over his chest.

No
one, not even Wolffe argued despite the stupidity of the idea.

But
how could they get the Jedi off Coruscant willingly?

They
would never want to leave, not if it meant leaving people in danger
but in this moment they were the ones in danger, not the common
people.

The
traitor and betrayal was coming from
the Senate. So that was the reason the drugging suggestion had come up.

Rubbing
his face with a hand, Cody let out a deep sigh. “Look, we can’t
just drug them, they’d neve-”

“They’d
understand, not like it but understand once we explained.” Rex said grimly, biting at his lips.

“They’d
never trust us again.” Bly pointed out equally
grim,
pale as he stared at his shaking
hands.
Clearly
the other had second thoughts even if he had initially agreed with
the crazy plan though fair be, they had all agreed in the start.

“Skywalker
would at least never trust us again,” Rex nodded in agreement while
sighing deeply.

Pausing
at that, Cody stared at his vode. “…But he could be convinced.”
He stated slowly as
a light bulb went off in his head.

Blinking
heavily in
response,
Rex stared at him in surprise. “Wh-”

“General
Skywalker is insane,”
Cody stated bluntly, ignoring Rex grimace since
he knew the other agreed.
“There is three things, three people
he’d give the galaxy to protect. Senator Amidala, General Kenobi
and Commander Tano, two
of them are Jedi.” He pointed out in
a conspiring tone, hoping the others would catch on to what he was
saying.

Skywalker was not the only insane or protective Jedi after all.

All
of them traded long looks. “…I did hear about that mess with the
astromech, didn’t he risk his men and his commander for it when
it fell into CIS hands?”
Fox questioned hesitantly.

Nodding
slowly, Rex frowned at the marble tiled floor. “The General did do
that, R2 is special to him… he… he could actually be convinced…”
Rex blinked at the floor then looked around. “I could speak to
him.”

They
all glanced at each other, Ponds seemingly paling as he clenched his
hands into his belt loops as
the plan gained more solid ground instead of remaining just another
crazy idea in a crazy war.

“…Are
we really going to drug the whole Jedi order?” Wolffe growled
quietly, casting a glance at his General which prompted all of them
to glance, finding most of the Jedi order still meditating.

Except
for General Windu, Kenobi, Billaba and Koon.

Jumping
guiltily under those four gazes, the troopers scuffed at the floor
with their boots even as they tried to hold the gazes of the Jedi and
not shy away from Coruscant sinking sun glaring in the windows, tried
not to let on their guilt to the Jedi who they served with.

And
then they smiled at the troopers.

One
by one the four Jedi watching them, who must have heard them plotting
to drug
the Jedi on the planet and run off with them somewhere, smiled at
their troopers, their friends and bent their heads and closed their
eyes, returning to the weird Jedi meditation kark they did as if they
hadn’t just become aware of what was frankly a nefarious plan.

Glancing
at each other, Fox slowly shrugged. “Approval?” He whispered
questioningly, visibly confused and not used to Jedi as much as the
others were considering he was generally stationed on Coruscant as
the Coruscant Guard its Commander.

Waggling
his hand, Cody grimaced. “Maybe, they must have heard us for sure…
I know Obi-Wan heard us, I can tell by his expression.” Cody
confessed while glancing at Obi-Wan, watching how the others lips
twitched with amusement despite the crusted redness beneath his nose
that he hadn’t managed to clean away from earlier.

Cody
had to suppress the urge to go over and wash it away with a
disinfection cloth from his belt pouch.

Turning
to the others, Cody felt his face turn serious. “Right, if we do
this, we drug the ones we have
to. The creche masters can be convinced with the right words, same
for the other corps that are on Coruscant. Some knights and masters
can be convince to go and padawans will go as long as their
masters go. Agreed?” He asked seriously.

One
by one the captains and commanders in the room agreed, clenching
their hands and tapping it against their chest plates. “Adol naak
bal akaan,” Wolffe growled.

“Vi
dun ba’slanar solus ashi Nor’be.” Ponds filled in grimly om the
bastardized
language of clones made of mando’a, kamino and clone words.

‘In
peace and war.’ Cody nodded slowly, the durasteel will of the
troopers visible on each of them. ‘We don’t leave each other
behind.’ He glanced to the still meditating Jedi who seemingly had
no idea anything had changed. ‘That includes you idiots even if
you’re willing to die for ungrateful morons who never appreciate
you or us,’ The thought made Cody smile and it wasn’t a nice
smile, it was full of teeth. ‘They’ll miss us when we’re gone.’

SweetHoney: How long does it take for Cody and Obi-Wan to get back/get rescued? Does Cody literally drag Obi-Wan and Jango to the medics and demand a pregnancy test? Especially if there was more proof during their time apart… Or are they still on the run and Cody’s still trying to hide it? Thanks for all of your fabulous stories!

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Practically
throwing himself into the tent, Jango threw what must be a crazy eyed
look around as Helix helped Obi-Wan onto a bed with the commander
standing by the bed with a look of concern on his face.

The
sound of the tent flap caught Obi-Wan’s attention however and
instantly the omega threw himself off the bed to limp towards Jango
before Helix or Cody could stop him, throwing his arms around him
with a loud whine as the alpha jerked him off his feet. “Mate.”
He whined out shakily, being clingier than usual but maybe the
separation had set of a few anxieties.

Nuzzling
into Obi-Wan’s neck, huffing in relief, Jango held around the
other. “Obi-Wan, you thrice damn jetii, don’t scare me like that,
I thought…” He cut himself off, not wanting to finish the
sentence as he continued nuzzling his mate slowly.

He
therefor didn’t notice Cody quietly whispering to Helix, the medic
turning wide eyed and looking towards Obi-Wan before nodding
seriously and going to fetch another test from the medical equipment
boxes.

“Sirs,”
Jango reluctantly pulled away from Obi-Wan’s sweet neck, looking at
Helix as the clone patted the bed. “I would love nothing more than
to give you both more time but the General is injured, so please
Mand’alor.” Helix used Jango’s title respectfully as he waited.

Taking
a deep breath but nodding as he suppressed his instincts, Jango
outright carried the man over to the bed and settled Obi-Wan onto the
examination bed and took his left hand to keep contact with the other
man.

He
got a grateful, loving smile in return as Obi-Wan squeezed Jango’s
hand.

“Thank
you.” Helix nodded and got to work, taking Obi-Wan’s free hand
where he took blood samples from his fingertips that he put into
several different devices. He followed up by taking Obi-Wan’s
temperature while asking Obi-Wan pointed questions on how he felt.

A
peeping had Jango glancing over at the waiting tests on the table of
the trolley beside the bed only to be distracted when Obi-Wan
confessed to an aching ankle.

Settling
down on a low wheel chair, Helix took Obi-Wan’s ankle and removed
his boot and sock to take a look.

Hissing
deeply, Jango glared at Obi-Wan for not mentioning it before. “Cyare,
your ankle is swollen.”
He scolded quietly.

Shrugging
a bit, Obi-Wan leaned his head on Jango’s shoulder. “I just
wanted to get back to you…” He whispered, his tone indicating how
scared he really was and that quickly had Jango softening, nuzzling
reassuringly as Helix scanned the ankle.

“Hmm,”
Helix set Obi-Wan’s ankle on his own knee, reaching into the
trolley beside him. “A
hairline fracture, not too dangerous but I’m going to splint it
until we can get to the Negotiator with
proper tools to fix it up.”
He settled on in a cheery tone, wrapping a bandage around first
before sliding in two thin but strong looking rods that he bandaged
over with a second bandage roll.

Nodding,
Jango glanced over at the trolley as one of the tests peeped again.
“Do you have crutches here or will he need someone around to play
crutch?” He questioned distractedly as he squeezed Obi-Wan’s
hand.

He
got a squeeze in return as Helix answered. “Preferably someone
should play crutch for hi-” The medic finally glazed at the
trolley, his eyes widening as he stared at one of the tests before
looking up at Cody and then at Obi-Wan. “…It seems congratulation
is in order sirs.” He blinked heavily.

“For
a hairline fracture?” Obi-Wan blinked tiredly.

Cody
snorted at that, facepalming but to be fair, both of them had been
running for longer than the rest and were tired and hungry.

“More
for the pups you’re carrying sir, you’re pregnant General.”
Helix picked up one of the tests, showing it to the two.

Two
red plus signs, positive.

Obi-Wan
and Jango stared at it, both equally speechless
until Jango dragged his mate into his lap and snogged him in joy,
hand
cupping the flat tunic area that held their kid.

Ghost Friend! asfhsdkhsdgkl :D Obi is still dead and a ghost, correct? But it seems like Qui-Gon could touch him? Was it the kyber that made it possible? What happens next?

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Settling
his elbows on his knees for some support while leaning his chin on
his palms, Mace stared at the young man in front of him before
looking at the other man holding his hand. “And you just found him
in the Sith
coffin?”
He questioned with mild shock though not as much as one might think.

The
idea of a Sith pyramid being able to bring back a spirit wasn’t as
far fetched as some Jedi might believe considering Sith wanted to
live forever, if they found a way to bring spirits back if the bodies
were destroyed… clearly
Mace Windu was at least willing to believe it.

Anakin
nodded, gently tugging Obi-Wan a bit forward with the hand holding
his, the redhead still needing the physical reassurance at
times despite
spending a full day cuddling in Qui-Gon’s lap and clinging to the
man with a grip that bordered on clingy with his need.

But
considering how long he had gone without a single physical touch that
was to be expected, Obi-Wan’s mentality being dissociate with his
own physical
body
due to the abruptness of returning to it. So contact with someone was
required and Anakin certainly didn’t mind.

“Yes,
he was dragged in, I
couldn’t catch up to him before the pyramid just sealed itself shut
to do its thing
and I’ve been keeping a careful eye on him since
we got him out of there.
Physically he seems fine and there’s no darkness in Obi-Wan’s own
Force aura but,” He hesitated, glancing at the other man before
returning his gaze to the expectant council members, relaxing when
Obi-Wan squeezed his hand in assurance that he could tolerate
whatever Anakin said. “His
mental states is more questionable as he’s still adjusting to
having a physical body, not to mention the emotional. The medic on my
ship has already diagnosed Obi-Wan with disassociation to his own
body and PTSD from all the years as a ghost, who knows what else is
going on.”Anakin tacked on as carefully as he could, not wanting to
hurt Obi-Wan but
knowing he needed to be truthful.

The
former ghost needed help and the only way he was going to get that
would be by telling the truth to those who had the power to help him
in his current condition, the council and the healers of the Jedi
order.

But
Obi-Wan seemed to already know that and only smiled bleakly at the
gathered council members. “I keep trying to walk through walls and
sometimes I don’t feel connected to my own body masters… I’m
not sure how helpful I could be.” Obi-Wan stated quietly, glancing
down at his feet.

Through
the pulsing bond between them, Anakin could sense the others sadness
at
his own condition despite being alive, some would be jumping for joy
at that without understanding all the side effects.

Obi-Wan
mourned not being able to be useful, to be able to help.

Wanting
to assure the other, Anakin didn’t get the time as Yoda tapped his
cane on his chair to get Obi-Wan’s attention, the young man looking
at the grandmaster with wide eyes as the old troll smiled gently at
him, ears quivering.

“Grateful
we are that back you are Obi-Wan, help you can get for this. Helpful
you can be when recovered you are… Jedi you are padawan Kenobi
however remember we do, putting you to rest. See you well we would
like.” He finished up.

Shifting
forward, Qui-Gon caught their attention as he smiled warmly at
Obi-Wan. “We’re not going to throw you out into the deep end
Obi-Wan. That wouldn’t be fair for anyone and… we’ve missed
you, you know that. To have you physically as well as spiritually
back with us…” The old master trailed off then chuckled, a deep
warm sound. “I’m glad to have you back little one.” Qui-Gon
smiled softly at him, wrinkles scrunching up with mirth.

Much
to Anakin’s delight, Obi-Wan smiled shyly back at the man and
nodded. “…What am I to do now then? Where am I to live? As a
ghost I just,” He trailed off, shifting closer to Anakin’s side.
“I just wandered around since I didn’t sleep.” Shrugging a bit
as he said it, Obi-Wan glanced around.

The
unsaid, ‘I just existed.’ was in there and a few of the council
members exchanged worried looks before Yoda spoke up. “Believe I
do, that friends you still have, a master who missed you.” He
croaked, his tone warm.

Turning
to Qui-Gon, half frightened and half hopeful looking, Obi-Wan
nervously licked his lips. “I don’t want to impose…”

Instantly
Qui-Gon’s weathered face transformed into a soft smile. “Obi-Wan…
I’ve been waiting for the chance to cut your braid and knight you,
the Force has giving me a second chance. If you’ll have this old
broken man then I would like nothing more than to help you on the
road to knighthood.” He chuckled, standing up and holding his arms
open.

A
clear invitation.

Letting
out a low noise, Obi-Wan let go of Anakin’s hand, staggering
forward a step before closing the last in three long steps and
throwing his arms around the other Jedi, hiding in Qui-Gon’s chest
with a soft sniffle that no one called him out on.

‘Welcome
home for real Obi-Wan, you’ve been missed.’ Anakin smiled to
himself.

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Fumbling
for the footrest of the bed, Obi-Wan held on tightly to remain
upright with a low curse before taking a deep breath and setting his
focus back on his goal with
his slippers slipping slightly with each step he took towards his
goal.

The
fresher only
twenty steps away from him.

By
the incubator, his anxious mate sat with a hand on the glass
separating him from his kids, his whole body practically vibrating
with the urge to get up and help his struggling mate but each time he
showed signs to wanting to,
Obi-Wan shot him a sharp glare.

The
reason for that was the healer standing in the door with raised
brows, Healer Janna’s arms crossed over her ample bosom as she
waited, her
beautiful raven hair tied up and back with beads braided in
everywhere as she observed.

If Obi-Wan could
get to the fresher on his own, the family could move back to their
quarters with the kids in the incubator but if Obi-Wan couldn’t get
to the fresher under his own power then there was no other option
then to keep him for at least another day.

Clearly
Healer Janna did not expect Obi-Wan to manage and was clearly
expecting him to have to remain in
the Halls in his sleep wear that Anakin had been kind enough to fetch
but Obi-Wan was nothing if not stubborn and he wanted his own fucking
bed with
the soft sheets and firm pillows he was used to
and he wanted it yesterday thank you very much.

So,
bow legged and stumbling, he made his way towards the fresher with a
very prominent ache and soreness going off
every time he moved. ‘When I get to our quarters, I’m going to
sit on the couch and enjoy a cup of tea Anakin will make for me and
watch the kids sleep. Then I’ll gloat at both Qui-Gon and Yan that
I’m in my own quarters and there is nothing they can do about it.’
With these lofty goals set, Obi-Wan pushed himself until he was
indeed standing by the fresher door and turned his head defiantly to
the healer.

Said
healer had dropped her arms, her brows raising in pure surprise now.
“Well, it seems you’re doing better than I expected Master
Kenobi,” She turned her head to Anakin. “I’ll write out some
prescription painkillers for you to take with and arrange with one of
the med droid to get the incubator ready to transport. To be fair,
the kids will only need two more days in the incubator anyhow.” She
stated.

Grinning
in victory despite the clammy sweat on his face and body, Obi-Wan
leaned against the doorway as Anakin nodded in understanding, blue
eyes wide as he stood and made his way to his mate.

Thankfully
he waited until Janna left to make arrangements
before wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan and guiding him back to the
bed. “You’re taking a hoverchair to our room, no arguments.” He
stated sternly.

Snorting
in exhaustion as
he wobbled back,
Obi-Wan nodded. “That’s fair. I just want to get out of here
mate, I want my own bed and privacy.” He murmured plaintively
before
chirruping softly as he was settled onto the bedside.

Instantly
there was a softer answering trill beside him, Anakin nuzzling their
noses together. “I know, that’s why I didn’t object to this.
Beside, I’ll look after you and our hatchlings.” He beamed
happily before stroking Obi-Wan’s face slowly. “Have you heard
from Qui-Gon?” Anakin switched subjects, knowing the healer would
be taking time.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan frowned slightly. “The Senate is being difficult despite
the evidence brought forward that Palpatine was involved in the clone
creation but he says they are making headway,” He stroked his beard
slowly with a deeper frown. “It also helps that Yan is chipping in
his credits and offering up space on Serenno  to take some of them and
I believe Senator Amidala is lobbying for some to Naboo too?” He
peered up at his mate, knowing Anakin kept a friendship with the
young woman.

Smiling
as he nodded, Anakin stroked Obi-Wan’s hair affectionately.
“Padme’s managed to convince the Queen that they should have a
standing army, a small one, after the Naboo invasion. I think its
mostly a ploy though, to get a few of the troopers safe on Naboo
really.” He frowned a bit before shrugging.

Snorting
in amusement, Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around the others chest and
leaned his chin on his mate’s chest. “That wouldn’t shock me
actually, she’s always been kind.” He mused thoughtfully.

Feeling
the sun warm Anakin’s back, Obi-Wan rubbed his face into the others
chest for a few seconds before just settling, relaxing with a soft
smile guided up at the other, trilling gently until Anakin joined
him, the two softly singing to each other as Luke and Leia squirmed
around in response to the song from their parents.

Life
wasn’t great, that was just how the galaxy functioned unfortunately
with all the misery sentient kind
could throw at each other among all the good and life in general.

There
were still big hurdles to overcome on
Coruscant itself after Palpatine’s fall,
still a Senate in motion and
chaos thanks to it no longer having a Chancellor that they needed to
elect anew and
still the clones to station
and fight for on the Jedi’s side.

But
Obi-Wan felt certain, regardless what was going to come, he and his
family would be ready for it even if it occasionally meant taking a
hoverchair back to his quarters and letting Anakin fuss over him.

As
long as Obi-Wan got to fuss a bit back of course heh.

They
would overcome those hurdles together, as all starbirds mates did.

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Flopping
down on top of his General and settling his chin on the fluffy head,
Cody stared at General Yoda as the feline followed Commander Thire
towards a tent. To be fair, he wasn’t the only one staring so he
didn’t feel too bad but he was still trying to be professional.
“…General.” He whispered, eyes widening.

There
was an answering purr from below him. “Yes, what is it Cody?” The
munchkin seemed much to relaxed, wiggling a bit beneath Cody’s warm
body. “Is there something wrong?” The feline hummed.

Hesitating,
not wanting to offend the Jedi, Cody gathered his courage since he
knew none of the others would ask. “Is General Yoda sick?” He
finally got out.

Instantly
Obi-Wan rolled around on his back, batting at Cody’s muzzle with a
wholly amused look on his face. “What makes you say that?”
Obi-Wan chuckled happily, his ears twitching.

“He’s
hairless but has patches of hair and his eyes are huge.”
He whined out, nuzzling and nipping at Obi-Wan’s paws to get him to
stop.

That
set of a cackle in the Jedi below him and Cody had to wrestle with
the little shit to get him to calm down, the munchkin finally just
sniggering as he octopus clung to Cody’s leg with his paws. “H-He’s
not sick! He’s a lykoi cat. They’re suppose to look like that.”
He flipped his tail around.

Frowning
a bit, eyes wide in disbelief, his emotions echoed by several of his
vode, Cody licked at Obi-Wan’s face. “B-But that’s not… none
of the mando’a shepherds are like that. If they have hairless
patches they’ve either been shaved for surgery or sick.” Staring
down at the Jedi, Cody tried to make sense of that.

Once
more Obi-Wan started to cackle. “D-Do you mean to tell me you think
Master Yoda has scab?!” He eeped in delight, looking like he was
having the time of his life. “What of the Chancellor?” Obi-Wan
tacked on with delight.

Ears
perking in shock, Cody felt his muzzle drop open. “You mean to tell
me the Chancellor hasn’t just been shaved?” He gasped, he just
thought the Chancellor had a terminal case of scab or maybe an insect
infestation that needed to be handled that he just couldn’t get rid
of!

Well,
if Obi-Wan hadn’t been amused before, he was certainly laughing now
as he rolled around between Cody’s paws, scruffing up his fur and
tangling it. Cody knew he would have to clean that up but for now he
was too amused by Obi-Wan’s reaction.

“I’m
gonna piss
myself, wait until I tell Anakin and Qui-Gon!” Wheezing, the
munchkin finally managed to flop around on his belly and let Cody pin
him with a paw, calming down slowly as Cody started to groom him
steadily and nip out the tangles the cat had created.

Working
carefully, Cody snorted as the mutter among his vode started up,
everyone equally shocked that the Chancellor and General Yoda was
just fine
and dandy and were suppose to look like that.
“As long as you don’t tell the General and Chancellor sir, I’m
fine with that idea.” Cody stated dryly, still a bit hung up on the
fact that the two felines were suppose to be less than fully hairy.

And
the Chancellor wasn’t supposed
to have hair at all!

‘Is
that why he’s always covered up in those robe things that drags
along the floor or he gets carried around?’ Cody mused to himself
even as he worked on the tabby who was finally calming down from his
overwhelming amusement.

Fuck
the galaxy was a strange place.

Hairless
cats…

“WAIT!”
Cody froze. “Does that mean there exists hairless dogs too!?”

Obi-Wan’s
cackle was his only answer, the feline sporting what could only be
termed as a shit eating grin through his laughter.

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Rubbing
his brow in frustration, the knight leveled Garen a long look before
answering. “You are an idiot and I don’t know why I’m friends
with you.” He finally stated even as the man continued beaming a
him. He was clearly only just come home from mission, a travel bag
over his shoulder, his hair and burgeoning beard in disarray with
his state of dress wrinkled. Then there was the bags under his eyes
that indicate there had been little
to no
sleep.

Garen
Muln had clearly chosen the wrong time to go to Obi-Wan for help much
to the amusement of several knights around as they watched the two
young knights since the dark haired man had accosted Obi-Wan in the
hall.

“Because
I bring you into interesting situations! Now please help me with
madam Nu?” Garen laughed. And then he paled a bit when Obi-Wan only
glared. “Come on Obi, I didn’t mean to accidentally delete the
footage, it was an accident and she’s ever so fond of you, you’re
the darling of the entire council after all.” Garen whined
desperately,
raising his hands to plead his case further.

Opening
his mouth, face darkening, Obi-Wan was about to verbally lash his
friend only for something else to ping his Force radar and
distract him from what was certainly a scolding of a century.

To
the surprise of everyone around, the young knight’s face instantly
lit up and he turned around and dropped to his knees, arms open as
his travel bag hit the floor. “Nubby!” He cried in delight.

In
answer there was a loud wuffle
through the knight dorms hall, startling several knights, as a puppy
in a hover propelled harness suddenly rounded the corner with
a nice purple bandanna around his neck.

Instantly
the two
legged dog
made a beeline towards his owner and crashed into the redhead, his
tail wagging a mile a second as he lapped at Obi-Wan’s face with
the human doing his best to return the affection, hands switching
between trying to rub flank and head to holding onto the hover
harness as he cooed and greeted Nubby. Little pink badaged nubs of the front legs wiggled around as the pup greeted his master.

“Whose
the
best
puppy, puppy pup?!” Obi-Wan cooed in what normally would be an
embarrassing baby voice but with Nubby he had no care. Ever since he
brought his puppy to the temple he had lost a lot of shame when it
came to physical affection in public for his pupper or
padawan Skywalker when the boy sought out the man.

He
looked up when he heard a call of his name, the pause giving Nubby
chance to knock the knight over onto his back in the hall and
continue laving the man’s face with saliva in
a proper greeting despite his training.

It
took Obi-Wan a full five minutes, laughing as he did, to get up and
finally greet Master Mace, the council master giving him an amused
stare. “I would apologize, he ran the moment he noticed you in the
temple but I don’t think you are actually all that upset Nubby ran
to find you.” Mace drawled while crossing his arms over his chest.

Hand
resting on Nubby’s head as
the canine pressed against his leg,
Obi-Wan wiped at his face with his sleeve as he chuckled, knowing
that as a therapy animal he’d have to give Nubby a refresher course
though to be fair, he had missed Nubby as much as his pup had missed
him.
“No, no, thank you for looking after him while I was out. I would
have preferred to bring him really but since he had that infection it
was best he stayed.
Has
he behaved?” Obi-Wan questioned with a small chuckle.

Nodding
with a faint smile, Mace gestured to Nubby with his head. “Indeed,
the training the healers recommended he get has made him more well
behaved than his earlier days and
today has been his only day of acting out, I think its fair to say he
has a good reason for that since he’s not used to being separate
from you.”
He chuckled faintly even as Obi-Wan just hummed and scratched Nubby’s
ears.

When
Obi-Wan had come back, there had been some doubt to Nubby’s ability
to survive and continue on but after some research and some
recommendations on the healers side actually, Obi-Wan had managed to
get funding to give Nubby all the tools he required to live as
normally as he could, from muscle therapy for his hind legs to the
hover harness that made it possible for Obi-Wan to bring the pup with
him out into the field.

Nubby
was officially a therapy dog thanks to the healers, emotional support
to Obi-Wan and generally he was more well behaved than to knock
Obi-Wan on his ass but Obi-Wan had been away on a mission he couldn’t
bring Nubby on so certain actions was allowed.

Bowing
to the other, Obi-Wan smiled while snatching his bag up too. “Thank
you for looking after him Master Mace, you did me a good favor.” He
murmured only for his smile to grow when Nubby rubbed his still pink
snout into Obi-Wan’s knee.

Waving
his hand, the master of the order chuckled. “Think nothing of it, I
have experience with dogs as I mentioned and he was a pleasant change
of company, however, you have to
report in a few hours. You should rest while you can.” Mace stated
while raising a brow as Obi-Wan tried to disguise a yawn.

Nodding
faintly, Obi-Wan moved around Mace with Nubby at his feet and
therefor missed the long stare Mace gave a sweating Garen, the
master of the order knew.
“You’re right, once more thank you Mace, I’ll see you later on
Garen… come on Nubby, home, we
might go see Anakin later on.”
Obi-Wan yawned again, smiling as Nubby wuffled happily while
leaning against the others leg and following closely to their
quarters.

It
was good to be home.

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Watching
the boy, Anakin crossed his arms over his chest as he ignored his
throbbing hand with ease as Obi-Wan slowly bent and straightened his
leg at the healer’s prompting. Punching Qui-Gon had been utterly
satisfying and worth all the wide eyed looks he had gotten from the
healers when he and Obi-Wan had come over the man on their way to the
Halls.

He
wasn’t sure why
Qui-Gon
had been to the Halls and he honestly didn’t care at that moment
but he had taken the chance and he knew that he would get a
reprimanding message from the council but it was so fekking worth it.

“Seems
you’re responding very well to the neuro tech and the new
cybernetic leg padawan Kenobi,” Healer Sun-Su chirped happily, the
man only holding slightly below the teens thigh to help support it up
as Obi-Wan moved his leg. “With this speed I foresee you returning
to active duty in
maybe a month or two.” The zabrak healer continued in the same
bright tone.

Perking
up in response to that news, Obi-Wan sent Anakin a happy, hopeful
glance that had the Jedi knight smiling in return. “That’s good
news, however can he walk on it right now or does he still need the
crutches?” Anakin figured it be best to ask.

Humming
a bit as he let Obi-Wan set his new foot down, Sun-Su turned in his
chair to face both. “Well he should use the crutches a little bit
longer, use them to support himself while also putting his weight on
his new leg, get used to the new weight and so on. That means walking
Padawan Kenobi, moving forward with some of your weight supported on
the leg and the rest on the crutches.” He aimed the latter part at
Obi-Wan alone before retching into a drawer and holding out a
lollypop to the redhead.

Taking
it with an understanding nod, Obi-Wan smiled happily as he took the
crutches.

Clearly
the fact that he had a new leg to fill in the empty space was doing
marvelous for his rather fragile mental states at the moment. ‘I
can’t rely on that lasting however, healer Jelly did say he had
PTSD and depression thanks
to what he experienced
and those things don’t go away just because you get a new filler
in,’ Anakin twitched his fingers against his flesh arm. ‘Not
to mention the little Obi-Wan has started to fill me in on from his
creche days, bullying leaves scars.’ He moved closer to Obi-Wan as
Sun-Su rolled himself over to the terminal and started writing.

Standing
up, Obi-Wan gave Anakin a bright smile as he gingerly placed his foot
down and leaned into his master’s touch when Anakin settled an
assuring hand on his padawan’s shoulder. “It feels tender but not
directly painful.” He admitted softly.

Humming
and giving a nod, Anakin wiggled his mech fingers at the other. “That
sounds about right, means the tissue has healed properly but you
might want to take it easy to begin with regardless. Your stump will
have to get used to the weight as much as the neuro tech.” He
explained calmly.

Pausing
at that, Obi-Wan looked down at his leg before nodding. “That…
that makes sense, was your… I mean did you…” He hesitated a
bit, looking awkward as he leaned on his crutches.

Ruffling
the kids hair playfully, Anakin smiled wryly. “Oh mine hurt like a
fekking broken arm, sometimes it felt like my fingers were moving
despite me not having them anymore and sometimes there was an itch
that I couldn’t scratch,” He sighed deeply and looked at his arm.
“It was all psychosomatic of course, but my brain made it real
despite the limb being gone.” Explaining to Obi-Wan felt easy
somehow, Anakin didn’t hesitate like he had with others.

Frowning
a bit, Obi-Wan mumbled to himself.

“…Psychosomatic
means it was hallucinative, it was imagined but my mind and body made
it as
real
as
if it was happening despite my arm being gone.”
Anakin explained to the teen, smiling a bit. For all that he was a
precocious teen, some words apparently went over the boy’s head.

“Oh!”
Obi-Wan blinked heavily before looking down at his leg and then up at
the other man. “Will my leg do the same?” He asked cautiously
with a deep frown on his face.

Stroking
his chin, Anakin eyed Obi-Wan before shrugging. “Potentially but I
highly doubt it. You have a leg there, if the pain or itch appears,
you can try scratching it or rubbing at it. Its all psychosomatic as
I mentioned and trying to rub it or scratching it can convince your
mind that you’ve done something for it,” He explained while
holding out his mech arm. “I’ve done that with my own arm
actually or even tried to bandage my own arm when its been ‘aching’.”
Anakin explained calmly.

Nodding
slowly, Obi-Wan pursed his lips in understanding. “…I
still have to take the painkillers don’t I?” He asked glumly.

Letting
out a sharp snort, Anakin nodded. “Oh big time big guy, you’re
not out of the desert dune just yet.” He stated dryly before
turning to Sun-Su as Obi-Wan muttered grumpily to himself.

Unexpectedly
he was meet with Sun-Su watching them in amusement and Anakin jumped
a bit, putting on a sheepish smile as the healer just grinned and
bowed to them. “Just pick up the prescription at the reception with
the padawan apprentices and you’re all good to go Knight Skywalker.
Come back to your next appointment.” He chuckled cheerfully.

Wrapping
his arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulder, Anakin nodded and guided the
other out, laughing sheepishly as Obi-Wan continued muttering to
himself about dizziness and fluffy heads from medication.

‘Least
he’s healing.’ Anakin mused to himself in amusement.