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It’s perhaps a little stupid of me but do you think you could do a Obi-Wan Kit Fisto kiss under water?

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Lips
quirking into a small smirk, Kit slowly continued walking backwards
as Obi-Wan uncertainly followed after the nautolan out into the water
of the pool the man had picked for them. It was one of the tropical
pools of the Thousand Garden’s, warm for the humans sake because
Kit knew how easily it was for them to freeze even as Jedi and he
wanted Obi-Wan to be comfortable regardless if he was uncertain about
joining Kit for a swim.

He
had picked the perfect spot, one far enough into the garden to
provide them privacy yet one of the ponds that contained a small blue
sanded beach that provided them with a minor stepping system before
they’d be plunged into the deep of the water.

So
he walked backwards, holding Obi-Wan’s hands as the redhead
followed after him, Obi-Wan’s eyes focused on Kit’s large,
pupilless eyes as he trusted him. Obi-Wan was just a bit body shy,
seeing as how he was dressed in only a tight short that reached
halfway down his thighs Kit could understand that.

Regardless
how much they grew up around each other, being used to nudity or
accepting that some preferred to be covered up, one could still be a
bit body shy when one was with someone you liked and Obi-Wan was
clearly of that kind.

And
the other Jedi liked Kit.

Liked
him enough to join the nautolan on a swim when he was asked, was
following him trustingly out into the water without knowing what was
in it, without asking Kit if the pool was warm enough for humans.

No,
Obi-Wan had only followed him out into the tropical pool, dropping
the towel on the grass and followed the other male out into the water
when Kit had offered his hands without a word.

Green
eyes swam not with uncertainty but timidity
that he didn’t live up to Kit’s expectation.

That
was brave.

Kit
wordlessly squeezed the others hands in assurance as the water
reached up over his shoulders and he reached the end of the sand, his
smile growing as Obi-Wan understood the silent message, the Jedi
taking a deep breath to prepare before the human followed the other
out into the water.

‘Brave
Obi-Wan, kind Obi-Wan…’ Kit thought as the water rushed up over
their heads, his smile wide in the water as Obi-Wan slowly opened his
eyes to look around through the clear water, his eyes instantly
getting caught by one of the water tubes that allowed travel for
aquatic Jedi through all the water based gardens. ‘Clever Obi-Wan.’
Kit tugged lightly, getting the others attention once more. “Come.”
He chuckled quietly as he observed the strands of hair float.

Obi-Wan
instantly swam with him as Kit moved, slow as all humans were in
water with his hair trailing behind him and for once Kit did not mind
to swim with a slow partner.

After
all, he had chosen Obi-Wan for a reason and it had nothing to do with
his ability to swim. It had to do with the way his eyes widened when
he saw the glimmering plants at the bottom of the pond, the intrigue
in his eyes, the excitement to learn
and grow.

Maybe
that was also the reason he was willing to forsake the code ever so
slightly to pull the floating human to his own body and kiss him
beneath the waves of water where no one would see them, Obi-Wan’s
arms coming up around his neck.

What
other could not see could be kept between two and the human’s lips
were warm even in the water, softer than a nautolan who swam the
oceans of their worlds and the hair tickled Kit’s face.

Some
temptations were worth risking the storm for Kit knew as he held onto
Obi-Wan’s waist with the underwater plants glowing around them and
the lights above the waves reached down in the distorted water where
no one but them were.

It’s perhaps a little stupid of me but do you think you could do a Obi-Wan Kit Fisto kiss under water?

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Lips
quirking into a small smirk, Kit slowly continued walking backwards
as Obi-Wan uncertainly followed after the nautolan out into the water
of the pool the man had picked for them. It was one of the tropical
pools of the Thousand Garden’s, warm for the humans sake because
Kit knew how easily it was for them to freeze even as Jedi and he
wanted Obi-Wan to be comfortable regardless if he was uncertain about
joining Kit for a swim.

He
had picked the perfect spot, one far enough into the garden to
provide them privacy yet one of the ponds that contained a small blue
sanded beach that provided them with a minor stepping system before
they’d be plunged into the deep of the water.

So
he walked backwards, holding Obi-Wan’s hands as the redhead
followed after him, Obi-Wan’s eyes focused on Kit’s large,
pupilless eyes as he trusted him. Obi-Wan was just a bit body shy,
seeing as how he was dressed in only a tight short that reached
halfway down his thighs Kit could understand that.

Regardless
how much they grew up around each other, being used to nudity or
accepting that some preferred to be covered up, one could still be a
bit body shy when one was with someone you liked and Obi-Wan was
clearly of that kind.

And
the other Jedi liked Kit.

Liked
him enough to join the nautolan on a swim when he was asked, was
following him trustingly out into the water without knowing what was
in it, without asking Kit if the pool was warm enough for humans.

No,
Obi-Wan had only followed him out into the tropical pool, dropping
the towel on the grass and followed the other male out into the water
when Kit had offered his hands without a word.

Green
eyes swam not with uncertainty but timidity
that he didn’t live up to Kit’s expectation.

That
was brave.

Kit
wordlessly squeezed the others hands in assurance as the water
reached up over his shoulders and he reached the end of the sand, his
smile growing as Obi-Wan understood the silent message, the Jedi
taking a deep breath to prepare before the human followed the other
out into the water.

‘Brave
Obi-Wan, kind Obi-Wan…’ Kit thought as the water rushed up over
their heads, his smile wide in the water as Obi-Wan slowly opened his
eyes to look around through the clear water, his eyes instantly
getting caught by one of the water tubes that allowed travel for
aquatic Jedi through all the water based gardens. ‘Clever Obi-Wan.’
Kit tugged lightly, getting the others attention once more. “Come.”
He chuckled quietly as he observed the strands of hair float.

Obi-Wan
instantly swam with him as Kit moved, slow as all humans were in
water with his hair trailing behind him and for once Kit did not mind
to swim with a slow partner.

After
all, he had chosen Obi-Wan for a reason and it had nothing to do with
his ability to swim. It had to do with the way his eyes widened when
he saw the glimmering plants at the bottom of the pond, the intrigue
in his eyes, the excitement to learn
and grow.

Maybe
that was also the reason he was willing to forsake the code ever so
slightly to pull the floating human to his own body and kiss him
beneath the waves of water where no one would see them, Obi-Wan’s
arms coming up around his neck.

What
other could not see could be kept between two and the human’s lips
were warm even in the water, softer than a nautolan who swam the
oceans of their worlds and the hair tickled Kit’s face.

Some
temptations were worth risking the storm for Kit knew as he held onto
Obi-Wan’s waist with the underwater plants glowing around them and
the lights above the waves reached down in the distorted water where
no one but them were.

In One Hand Two Hand, maybe the Chancellor tries to connivence Anakin that Obi-Wan is purposefully trying to hold him back by delaying his hand therapy.

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Sulking
as he sat with his hand held by Obi-Wan, Anakin tried not to glare at
the metal as the other continued cleaning oil out of the joints.

He
hadn’t meant to crush the droid tube.

He’d
just…

He’d
been angry.

He’d
gone to the Senate to speak with the Chancellor, wanting him to stop
putting pressure on the Council to knight him, regardless how
grateful he was to the old man for believing so strongly in Anakin’s
skills.

But
the Chancellor…

He
had the gall
to suggest that Obi-Wan was crippling his own recovery when Anakin
had seen how the redhead sat until late at night, carefully trying
the exercises the healers had lined for him to recover his hand when
Obi-Wan thought that Anakin was sleeping.

It
was just so…

Anakin
had been so angry.

And
instead of doing the delicate work with the little mouse droid that
he was usually so gentle with, he had managed to snap the oil tube,
getting the black gunk all into his joints which Obi-Wan was now
carefully trying to clean out.

He
shouldn’t even be this angry!

He
knew that he would be shipping out with Obi-Wan in less than a week,
the two were fully able to  handle their sabers, it was the delicate
stuff that could be difficult, especially for Obi-Wan and they would
therefore
handle their spots as members of the GAR as the Senate had made the
Jedi.

“You
know, when I was a young Initiate, I was always amused at how long it
took others to learn to trust the Force.” Obi-Wan suddenly said, a
smile on his lips that brought Anakin out of his brooding to look up
from his hand, the blond blinking at his master in surprise. “I
found
that the indignity of being shot in the bum multiple time made me a
very quick learner.” Obi-Wan chirped.

Blinking
again, Anakin stared at the other before sniggering a bit. “You
mean the training remotes, don’t you?” He grinned.

Chuckling
faintly, switching his rag out for a clean one to continue cleaning,
Obi-Wan nodded. “Quite a few of my age mates were very stubborn,
listening to the Force their whole life and trusting it to guide them
were two very different things but I found the burning sting of a
blast to my butt was a quick teacher.” He winked playfully at his
padawan before rubbing between two joint to get more of the oil.

“I’ve
always wondered if that was on purpose.” Anakin mused, having
experienced his fair share of butt shots.

Shrugging
a bit while rubbing his face on his own shoulder to wipe away some
sweat, Obi-Wan hummed. “Now that I have no idea. You’d have to
ask the training salle personnel or the master in charge of the
remote at the time but I always suspected the same thing and I know
for a fact that Qui-Gon would program in quite a few butt shots on
purpose into that little seeker droid.” The redhead snorted deeply.

Squinting
suspiciously at his master, Anakin opened his mouth then closed it,
pursing his lips as Obi-Wan just smirked down at Anakin’s hand as
he continued working. “…Oh you evil sod master, I remember quite
a few butt shots too.” He growled out, lips reluctantly twitching
into a small smile.

Obi-Wan
just cackled at him and grabbed a q-tip off the table to get between
delicate and small joints. “As
is! We’re shipping out soon. We’re going to Rassana, its in the
Corellian system.” The man cheerfully informed Anakin, the blond
settling in to listen to their version of mission briefing before
they meet up with the troopers who would be under their command.

Anakin
wasn’t sure what to feel about that but the Jedi were stuck in a
rock and hard place thanks to the Senate.

He
hoped they could help the clones though.

They
seemed like decent people and Anakin… well he wanted to help them.

He
hoped they could help the clones because the Senate clearly weren’t.

In One Hand Two Hand, maybe the Chancellor tries to connivence Anakin that Obi-Wan is purposefully trying to hold him back by delaying his hand therapy.

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Sulking
as he sat with his hand held by Obi-Wan, Anakin tried not to glare at
the metal as the other continued cleaning oil out of the joints.

He
hadn’t meant to crush the droid tube.

He’d
just…

He’d
been angry.

He’d
gone to the Senate to speak with the Chancellor, wanting him to stop
putting pressure on the Council to knight him, regardless how
grateful he was to the old man for believing so strongly in Anakin’s
skills.

But
the Chancellor…

He
had the gall
to suggest that Obi-Wan was crippling his own recovery when Anakin
had seen how the redhead sat until late at night, carefully trying
the exercises the healers had lined for him to recover his hand when
Obi-Wan thought that Anakin was sleeping.

It
was just so…

Anakin
had been so angry.

And
instead of doing the delicate work with the little mouse droid that
he was usually so gentle with, he had managed to snap the oil tube,
getting the black gunk all into his joints which Obi-Wan was now
carefully trying to clean out.

He
shouldn’t even be this angry!

He
knew that he would be shipping out with Obi-Wan in less than a week,
the two were fully able to  handle their sabers, it was the delicate
stuff that could be difficult, especially for Obi-Wan and they would
therefore
handle their spots as members of the GAR as the Senate had made the
Jedi.

“You
know, when I was a young Initiate, I was always amused at how long it
took others to learn to trust the Force.” Obi-Wan suddenly said, a
smile on his lips that brought Anakin out of his brooding to look up
from his hand, the blond blinking at his master in surprise. “I
found
that the indignity of being shot in the bum multiple time made me a
very quick learner.” Obi-Wan chirped.

Blinking
again, Anakin stared at the other before sniggering a bit. “You
mean the training remotes, don’t you?” He grinned.

Chuckling
faintly, switching his rag out for a clean one to continue cleaning,
Obi-Wan nodded. “Quite a few of my age mates were very stubborn,
listening to the Force their whole life and trusting it to guide them
were two very different things but I found the burning sting of a
blast to my butt was a quick teacher.” He winked playfully at his
padawan before rubbing between two joint to get more of the oil.

“I’ve
always wondered if that was on purpose.” Anakin mused, having
experienced his fair share of butt shots.

Shrugging
a bit while rubbing his face on his own shoulder to wipe away some
sweat, Obi-Wan hummed. “Now that I have no idea. You’d have to
ask the training salle personnel or the master in charge of the
remote at the time but I always suspected the same thing and I know
for a fact that Qui-Gon would program in quite a few butt shots on
purpose into that little seeker droid.” The redhead snorted deeply.

Squinting
suspiciously at his master, Anakin opened his mouth then closed it,
pursing his lips as Obi-Wan just smirked down at Anakin’s hand as
he continued working. “…Oh you evil sod master, I remember quite
a few butt shots too.” He growled out, lips reluctantly twitching
into a small smile.

Obi-Wan
just cackled at him and grabbed a q-tip off the table to get between
delicate and small joints. “As
is! We’re shipping out soon. We’re going to Rassana, its in the
Corellian system.” The man cheerfully informed Anakin, the blond
settling in to listen to their version of mission briefing before
they meet up with the troopers who would be under their command.

Anakin
wasn’t sure what to feel about that but the Jedi were stuck in a
rock and hard place thanks to the Senate.

He
hoped they could help the clones though.

They
seemed like decent people and Anakin… well he wanted to help them.

He
hoped they could help the clones because the Senate clearly weren’t.

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Talking
with Padme had helped him clear his head a bit but Anakin had to
admit, he still wasn’t very happy with his master when he finally
returned to the temple and to learn that they would be shipped out
without him…

Wait,
why wasn’t Obi-Wan being shipped out?

Narrowing
his eyes at his former master’s back as the other puttered with his
tea set for sapir tea, Anakin bit his lips before stepping forward
and turning the other around firmly. “Anakin?” Obi-Wan yelped in
surprise before outright crying out in shock
when the other Jedi firmly stuck his hands under Obi-Wan’s
armpits
and lifted him clean off his feet.

Instantly
the Tatooine native’s face dropped from concentrated frustration to
understanding shock as he stared at the Stewjoni, Anakin’s mouth
dropping open as Obi-Wan squirmed in his grasp and held onto Anakin’s
wrists while loudly complaining and demanding to be set down and how
undignified they both looked. “You lost weight!” Anakin snapped
out as if personally offended by that fact, dropping Obi-Wan down on
his feet.

Pausing,
his hands still on Anakin’s wrists, Obi-Wan stared up at him before
hunching in a bit.

Shoulders
dropping and pulling up around his ears, eyes turning to his bare
feet and spine curving.

And
the sight made the anger in Anakin’s chest still then sputter out
as if someone had thrown cold water on it, the blond sighing deeply.
“Is this why Vos and Bant are hanging around? You’re missing
meals and replacing sleep with meditation again?”
He questioned quietly, more despairing.

Obi-Wan
hunched even more in on himself.

But
then again, disappointment was always worse
than anger.

“No
wonder Vos is all up in arms,” Anakin rubbed a hand over his face,
grunting a bit before settling his fingers under Obi-Wan’s chin,
tilting his master’s head up to look at him. “Why didn’t you
tell me?” He asked quietly. The words ‘I would have helped you’
were clearly tacked on but unsaid between them.

Obi-Wan
opened his mouth then closed it, trying to gather himself before he
sighed tiredly and leaned back to press his lower back to the counter
and escape Anakin’s rather gentle fingers under his chin. “I
just… I didn’t want to worry you or upset you. You tend to…
overreact when I don-”

A
deadpanned look crossed Anakin’s face, cutting Obi-Wan’s stilted
words off without the blond needing to do anything else. “Right,
because you losing and gaining it like a yo-yo
is so healthy and therefor we are going to react like normal adults
about it, its not like you’re putting your body through massive
strain.” He said bitingly, sighing when Obi-Wan flinched.

The
two went quiet for a long few minutes, Anakin rubbing his forehead.

“…Are
you having nightmares too?” The knight murmured then huffed when
Obi-Wan winched. “Of course you are and you didn’t come to me
when you had a panic attack triggered by all of it, nope, Vos had to
find you and I just… Obi-Wan I thought you trusted me?” Anakin
questioned sharply.

Flinching
as if hit, Obi-Wan looked up at the other in panic. “I do!” He
quickly said. “It’s just that…” Obi-Wan swallowed heavily.

“Just
what
Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked, quiet desperation in his voice and somehow
that was worse than the disappointment because Obi-Wan outright
slumped, his head bowing.

“…I
just don’t want to be a burden Anakin.” Obi-Wan whispered
shakily.

Blinking
in surprise, Anakin stared at his brother in all but blood,
hesitating before stepping forward and wrapping his arms around the
other Jedi who tensed in his arms.

Then
Obi-Wan dropped his cheek on Anakin’s collarbone, huffing out a
shaking breath. “I just don’t want to become an inconvenience
Anakin…” He added quietly against the black tunic and tabards.
“You have so much else to do. There’s the war, your duties, your
visits to the Senate and then there’s Ahsoka. I don’t want to
steal your time for my problems.” Obi-Wan confessed quietly.

Resting
his hands in the dip of Obi-Wan’s back, Anakin bit his lower lip.
‘I could drop a few of those Senate visit… not the ones to Padme
but I’m sure the Chancellor would understand if I tell him I have
Jedi business.’ He mused to himself before holding the other
tightly. “…Please talk with me Obi-Wan, I know its unbecoming
but… I’m still your former padawan, I still care for you and… I
don’t want anyone to take my place.” Anakin admitted quietly,
knowing the other would read between the lines and find Anakin’s
jealousy.

There
was a little noise against his chest. “…I just don’t want to be
a burden Anakin…” Obi-Wan repeated.

‘You’re
not a burden to me Obi-Wan… why do you keep saying that?’ Anakin
settled his cheek on the others hair, staring at the forgotten kettle
for Obi-Wan’s tea. ‘Why do you think you’ll be a burden…’

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Talking
with Padme had helped him clear his head a bit but Anakin had to
admit, he still wasn’t very happy with his master when he finally
returned to the temple and to learn that they would be shipped out
without him…

Wait,
why wasn’t Obi-Wan being shipped out?

Narrowing
his eyes at his former master’s back as the other puttered with his
tea set for sapir tea, Anakin bit his lips before stepping forward
and turning the other around firmly. “Anakin?” Obi-Wan yelped in
surprise before outright crying out in shock
when the other Jedi firmly stuck his hands under Obi-Wan’s
armpits
and lifted him clean off his feet.

Instantly
the Tatooine native’s face dropped from concentrated frustration to
understanding shock as he stared at the Stewjoni, Anakin’s mouth
dropping open as Obi-Wan squirmed in his grasp and held onto Anakin’s
wrists while loudly complaining and demanding to be set down and how
undignified they both looked. “You lost weight!” Anakin snapped
out as if personally offended by that fact, dropping Obi-Wan down on
his feet.

Pausing,
his hands still on Anakin’s wrists, Obi-Wan stared up at him before
hunching in a bit.

Shoulders
dropping and pulling up around his ears, eyes turning to his bare
feet and spine curving.

And
the sight made the anger in Anakin’s chest still then sputter out
as if someone had thrown cold water on it, the blond sighing deeply.
“Is this why Vos and Bant are hanging around? You’re missing
meals and replacing sleep with meditation again?”
He questioned quietly, more despairing.

Obi-Wan
hunched even more in on himself.

But
then again, disappointment was always worse
than anger.

“No
wonder Vos is all up in arms,” Anakin rubbed a hand over his face,
grunting a bit before settling his fingers under Obi-Wan’s chin,
tilting his master’s head up to look at him. “Why didn’t you
tell me?” He asked quietly. The words ‘I would have helped you’
were clearly tacked on but unsaid between them.

Obi-Wan
opened his mouth then closed it, trying to gather himself before he
sighed tiredly and leaned back to press his lower back to the counter
and escape Anakin’s rather gentle fingers under his chin. “I
just… I didn’t want to worry you or upset you. You tend to…
overreact when I don-”

A
deadpanned look crossed Anakin’s face, cutting Obi-Wan’s stilted
words off without the blond needing to do anything else. “Right,
because you losing and gaining it like a yo-yo
is so healthy and therefor we are going to react like normal adults
about it, its not like you’re putting your body through massive
strain.” He said bitingly, sighing when Obi-Wan flinched.

The
two went quiet for a long few minutes, Anakin rubbing his forehead.

“…Are
you having nightmares too?” The knight murmured then huffed when
Obi-Wan winched. “Of course you are and you didn’t come to me
when you had a panic attack triggered by all of it, nope, Vos had to
find you and I just… Obi-Wan I thought you trusted me?” Anakin
questioned sharply.

Flinching
as if hit, Obi-Wan looked up at the other in panic. “I do!” He
quickly said. “It’s just that…” Obi-Wan swallowed heavily.

“Just
what
Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked, quiet desperation in his voice and somehow
that was worse than the disappointment because Obi-Wan outright
slumped, his head bowing.

“…I
just don’t want to be a burden Anakin.” Obi-Wan whispered
shakily.

Blinking
in surprise, Anakin stared at his brother in all but blood,
hesitating before stepping forward and wrapping his arms around the
other Jedi who tensed in his arms.

Then
Obi-Wan dropped his cheek on Anakin’s collarbone, huffing out a
shaking breath. “I just don’t want to become an inconvenience
Anakin…” He added quietly against the black tunic and tabards.
“You have so much else to do. There’s the war, your duties, your
visits to the Senate and then there’s Ahsoka. I don’t want to
steal your time for my problems.” Obi-Wan confessed quietly.

Resting
his hands in the dip of Obi-Wan’s back, Anakin bit his lower lip.
‘I could drop a few of those Senate visit… not the ones to Padme
but I’m sure the Chancellor would understand if I tell him I have
Jedi business.’ He mused to himself before holding the other
tightly. “…Please talk with me Obi-Wan, I know its unbecoming
but… I’m still your former padawan, I still care for you and… I
don’t want anyone to take my place.” Anakin admitted quietly,
knowing the other would read between the lines and find Anakin’s
jealousy.

There
was a little noise against his chest. “…I just don’t want to be
a burden Anakin…” Obi-Wan repeated.

‘You’re
not a burden to me Obi-Wan… why do you keep saying that?’ Anakin
settled his cheek on the others hair, staring at the forgotten kettle
for Obi-Wan’s tea. ‘Why do you think you’ll be a burden…’

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Stepping
into the apartment, Obi-Wan smiled warmly as he grasped Padme’s
hands. “Hello my dear, it is good to finally be here in an
unofficial capacity.” He murmured softly as she beamed at him in
return, her hair in a simple set up braid and a nice layered red
dress with golden trimmings.

Squeezing
his hands in return, Padme nodded. “Its good to have you here, I’ve
been telling Anakin for months that… well no matter, we’re
finally here,” She breathed out happily before grinning as she
turned her kind brown eyes on a grinning togruta behind Obi-Wan. “And
you miss
Tano.”

Letting
go of Padme’s hands, Obi-Wan chuckled as he stepped aside to let
Ahsoka bounce forward and hug the Senator tightly, smiling at the two
ladies.

“Senator
Amidala!” Ahsoka chirped happily, squeezing the pregnant woman tightly
before stepping back to marvel at the synth silk dress she was
wearing and the nice golden earrings that were a gift from Anakin
actually as Obi-Wan hung up his and Ahsoka’s robes before moving
around the ladies and C3PO, who had come to flutter about the dinner,
to to find his wayward brother.

Obi-Wan
was still grateful they had managed to convince the former padawan to
join them for dinner. He hoped that Padme would manage to convince
her to join the Naboo security team but he wasn’t certain she
could.

He
did know that Anakin would appreciate it though if his wife did
manage that.

Anakin
was actually in the dining room, sitting at the dinner table, his
brows scrunched up and his tongue between his teeth as he was folding
the napkins into swans.

Pausing
to stop, Obi-Wan’s lips twitched with amusement before stepping in
behind the other and leaning down, gently blowing on Anakin’s ear.

The
blond squealed
and threw the napkin in a laughing Obi-Wan’s face as Ahsoka burst
in only to stop and stare at the two, Anakin hitting the laughing
Obi-Wan with the now unfolded napkin before she shook her head and
instead turned to a flabbergasted Padme.

“…Drinks?”
Padme finally settled on, glancing at the former
padawan.

“PLEASE.”
Ahsoka snorted, following the other to the kitchen.

Settling,
Anakin flopped down in his seat and huffed loudly. “You really did
not
have to do that Obi-Wan, you evil sod.” He complained with a pout
that took any heat out of his words.

Chuckling,
taking the seat beside Anakin, Obi-Wan grabbed a napkin. “No, I
didn’t but it was fun. Honestly though, how did you not hear us
arrive? Ahsoka rung the bell twice.” He teased as he expertly
folded the napkin rabbit
that he placed on Ahsoka’s plate with a satisfied smile.

Staring
at the folded, cream white napkin, Anakin turned wide eyes on
Obi-Wan. “You have to show me how to do that, where did you even
learn how to fold napkins like that?” He gasped at the other man.

Settling
back in the chair, listening to Padme and Ahsoka getting something to
drink ready, Obi-Wan shrugged with an abashed chuckle. “Qui-Gon
actually. When I was young I tended to be restless and sometimes
meditation did not work, especially during hyper travel. So he’d
teach me small thing like folding napkins or origami and other such
small things if I had forgotten to bring any model ships with me or
they had been destroyed or left behind during the mission.” He
explained quietly.

He
then reached for the unfolded napkins and tugged on Anakin’s chair for the other to scoot closer.

Brightening
up happily, Anakin shifted his chair closer at the rather major hint
and leaned his arms on the table, supporting himself as he leaned in
to watch.

They
were still working on rabbits when Padme and Ahsoka finally joined
them with sparkling juice for all, Ahakin having two failed attempts
curled up by his plate in balls and Obi-Wan working on his second
rabbit to show Anakin how to fold.

“Aww,
they’re bonding.” Ahsoka teased, her eyes lingering on her rabbit
with intrigued eyes.

Anakin
just ignored her, smiling a contently when Padme pecked him on the
cheek.

They
weren’t healed magically but it was a step in the right direction
at least and
hopefully after Obi-Wan returned from hunting down Grievous, things
could recover even more.

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Stepping
into the apartment, Obi-Wan smiled warmly as he grasped Padme’s
hands. “Hello my dear, it is good to finally be here in an
unofficial capacity.” He murmured softly as she beamed at him in
return, her hair in a simple set up braid and a nice layered red
dress with golden trimmings.

Squeezing
his hands in return, Padme nodded. “Its good to have you here, I’ve
been telling Anakin for months that… well no matter, we’re
finally here,” She breathed out happily before grinning as she
turned her kind brown eyes on a grinning togruta behind Obi-Wan. “And
you miss
Tano.”

Letting
go of Padme’s hands, Obi-Wan chuckled as he stepped aside to let
Ahsoka bounce forward and hug the Senator tightly, smiling at the two
ladies.

“Senator
Amidala!” Ahsoka chirped happily, squeezing the pregnant woman tightly
before stepping back to marvel at the synth silk dress she was
wearing and the nice golden earrings that were a gift from Anakin
actually as Obi-Wan hung up his and Ahsoka’s robes before moving
around the ladies and C3PO, who had come to flutter about the dinner,
to to find his wayward brother.

Obi-Wan
was still grateful they had managed to convince the former padawan to
join them for dinner. He hoped that Padme would manage to convince
her to join the Naboo security team but he wasn’t certain she
could.

He
did know that Anakin would appreciate it though if his wife did
manage that.

Anakin
was actually in the dining room, sitting at the dinner table, his
brows scrunched up and his tongue between his teeth as he was folding
the napkins into swans.

Pausing
to stop, Obi-Wan’s lips twitched with amusement before stepping in
behind the other and leaning down, gently blowing on Anakin’s ear.

The
blond squealed
and threw the napkin in a laughing Obi-Wan’s face as Ahsoka burst
in only to stop and stare at the two, Anakin hitting the laughing
Obi-Wan with the now unfolded napkin before she shook her head and
instead turned to a flabbergasted Padme.

“…Drinks?”
Padme finally settled on, glancing at the former
padawan.

“PLEASE.”
Ahsoka snorted, following the other to the kitchen.

Settling,
Anakin flopped down in his seat and huffed loudly. “You really did
not
have to do that Obi-Wan, you evil sod.” He complained with a pout
that took any heat out of his words.

Chuckling,
taking the seat beside Anakin, Obi-Wan grabbed a napkin. “No, I
didn’t but it was fun. Honestly though, how did you not hear us
arrive? Ahsoka rung the bell twice.” He teased as he expertly
folded the napkin rabbit
that he placed on Ahsoka’s plate with a satisfied smile.

Staring
at the folded, cream white napkin, Anakin turned wide eyes on
Obi-Wan. “You have to show me how to do that, where did you even
learn how to fold napkins like that?” He gasped at the other man.

Settling
back in the chair, listening to Padme and Ahsoka getting something to
drink ready, Obi-Wan shrugged with an abashed chuckle. “Qui-Gon
actually. When I was young I tended to be restless and sometimes
meditation did not work, especially during hyper travel. So he’d
teach me small thing like folding napkins or origami and other such
small things if I had forgotten to bring any model ships with me or
they had been destroyed or left behind during the mission.” He
explained quietly.

He
then reached for the unfolded napkins and tugged on Anakin’s chair for the other to scoot closer.

Brightening
up happily, Anakin shifted his chair closer at the rather major hint
and leaned his arms on the table, supporting himself as he leaned in
to watch.

They
were still working on rabbits when Padme and Ahsoka finally joined
them with sparkling juice for all, Ahakin having two failed attempts
curled up by his plate in balls and Obi-Wan working on his second
rabbit to show Anakin how to fold.

“Aww,
they’re bonding.” Ahsoka teased, her eyes lingering on her rabbit
with intrigued eyes.

Anakin
just ignored her, smiling a contently when Padme pecked him on the
cheek.

They
weren’t healed magically but it was a step in the right direction
at least and
hopefully after Obi-Wan returned from hunting down Grievous, things
could recover even more.

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Stepping
off the ramp into
the hanger with his bundle wrapped up in one of the medbay’s
blankets,
Caleb glanced around and smiled when he instantly spotted his master,
Depa welcoming him with a wide smile in return before her eyes slid
to Ezra.

The
four year old was sleeping against Caleb’s shoulder and he had a
feeling it wasn’t for the boy in his arms, he would be getting
hugged by his master. As it was, she welcomed him back with the
equivalent
of a Force hug as he closed the distance between them to walk at her
side as
they made their way around the workers of the temple hangers, a mix
of pilots, troopers and Jedi with personal ship investment, like
Master Koth.
“Welcome back Caleb.” She greeted softly, her eyes flickering
between Ezra visible
face and
the man who had once been her padawan.

Obviously
she was intrigued by the dark haired boy in his grasp and
Caleb’s rather obviously protective grasp.

Smiling
a bit, Caleb nodded. “It’s good to be home, Lothal was as bad off
as Master Drenalla feared but the troopers were well into recovery
and repair when I left with a skeleton crew so
the Lothalian people should recover with the Republic aid they were
promised once the terror cells from the CSI were run off.”
He murmured.

Smiling
in pride, Depa nodded. “The troopers are a blessing for the war
torn worlds. I don’t know where we would be if it wasn’t for
them…” She trailed off as they stepped into the elevator.

They
both knew where they,
the Jedi, would
be.

Dead.

Dead
thanks to Sith plot and manipulation but neither said it, instead
they were grateful for the aid the troopers continued to lend them
and the galaxy that was finally making them citizens.

She
shook her head as the doors of
the elevator
closed and focused on the boy sleeping in Caleb’s arms instead. “So
this is young Ezra Bridger.” Depa stated sadly, taking in how
skinny he was despite the boy being clean.

She
also took in the soft emergency clothes Caleb had brought with him.

Obviously
she was reading the situation out from Caleb’s words and Ezra’s
current visible condition.

Nodding,
Caleb stroked Ezra’s back. “He still has a minor fever but he’s
doing better. Tabs and I’ve done our best to make sure he’s eaten
properly and cared for as best we could.” He noted quietly to her as the elevator stopped to let
on two master’s and a padawan, all of them exchanging polite smiles
with curious glances sent at Ezra.

No
one made a fuss though, it was common to bring in younglings once
more and Caleb was not the first knight sent out to retrieve
difficult to locate members thanks to the either the war or the
aftermath of the war.

Ezra
wasn’t even among the worst condition candidates they had found yet, Caleb
knew there was two human girls who were found in slavery at a
brothel.

That
had been…

Bad.

Was still
bad and the two girls potentially would never properly recover.

He
tightened his grasp around Ezra protectively
and then looked to Depa. “So what now? I mean, there was nothing in
the mission folder for after I retrieved him to the temple.” He explained as the
elevator stopped and the padawan stepped out, most likely rushing off
to class.

“Oh,
Halls of healing. Ezra’s is going to the creche but due to his…
current condition, he needs the Halls first clearly and its standard
practice to ensure younglings have all their inoculations
regardless,” Depa explained before sighing sadly. “I do however
foresee a few days in the Halls for him though.” She noted while
brushing some loose hair out of her face.

Nodding
at that, Caleb quietly contemplated what to say before sighing
deeply. “I need to talk with the council once he’s settled in.”
He admitted to his former master.

He
blushed when she raised her brow.

For
some reason Depa could still make him blush like a naughty initiate.
“It’s not bad,” He quickly explained, pretending he didn’t
hear the amused cough in front of him. “It’s just that Ezra
formed a natural padawan bond with me when he woke up and saw me for the first time.” Caleb
tacked on.

Astonishment
bloomed over Depa’s face and then she chuckled, shaking her head a
bit. “Of course you would find a natural bond… well I guess you
found your future padawan,” She noted fondly before frowning. “…Oh
Force, does this mean I’m a grandmaster already?” Depa noted wit
a small smidgen of horror.

Smirking,
Caleb just cuddled Ezra’s small form to him.

He
knew why she was looking like that.

Because
when Depa took on Caleb, she had fluttered around grandmaster Mace
and teased him for days
while Caleb watched in deepest amusement while drinking tea in the
grandmaster’s quarters and he mournfully noted that he wasn’t
that
old.

And
now Depa would be a grandmaster once Ezra became old enough to be a
padawan.

Earlier
than Mace had been for sure.

It
was bound to make the old bastard laugh, Caleb was sure of that but
first… Ezra needed a healer to give him his inoculations and
Caleb almost hoped he’d sleep through it all but so far Ezra didn’t
show any signs of being agitated despite unconsciously aware of every
being in the temple.

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Stepping
off the ramp into
the hanger with his bundle wrapped up in one of the medbay’s
blankets,
Caleb glanced around and smiled when he instantly spotted his master,
Depa welcoming him with a wide smile in return before her eyes slid
to Ezra.

The
four year old was sleeping against Caleb’s shoulder and he had a
feeling it wasn’t for the boy in his arms, he would be getting
hugged by his master. As it was, she welcomed him back with the
equivalent
of a Force hug as he closed the distance between them to walk at her
side as
they made their way around the workers of the temple hangers, a mix
of pilots, troopers and Jedi with personal ship investment, like
Master Koth.
“Welcome back Caleb.” She greeted softly, her eyes flickering
between Ezra visible
face and
the man who had once been her padawan.

Obviously
she was intrigued by the dark haired boy in his grasp and
Caleb’s rather obviously protective grasp.

Smiling
a bit, Caleb nodded. “It’s good to be home, Lothal was as bad off
as Master Drenalla feared but the troopers were well into recovery
and repair when I left with a skeleton crew so
the Lothalian people should recover with the Republic aid they were
promised once the terror cells from the CSI were run off.”
He murmured.

Smiling
in pride, Depa nodded. “The troopers are a blessing for the war
torn worlds. I don’t know where we would be if it wasn’t for
them…” She trailed off as they stepped into the elevator.

They
both knew where they,
the Jedi, would
be.

Dead.

Dead
thanks to Sith plot and manipulation but neither said it, instead
they were grateful for the aid the troopers continued to lend them
and the galaxy that was finally making them citizens.

She
shook her head as the doors of
the elevator
closed and focused on the boy sleeping in Caleb’s arms instead. “So
this is young Ezra Bridger.” Depa stated sadly, taking in how
skinny he was despite the boy being clean.

She
also took in the soft emergency clothes Caleb had brought with him.

Obviously
she was reading the situation out from Caleb’s words and Ezra’s
current visible condition.

Nodding,
Caleb stroked Ezra’s back. “He still has a minor fever but he’s
doing better. Tabs and I’ve done our best to make sure he’s eaten
properly and cared for as best we could.” He noted quietly to her as the elevator stopped to let
on two master’s and a padawan, all of them exchanging polite smiles
with curious glances sent at Ezra.

No
one made a fuss though, it was common to bring in younglings once
more and Caleb was not the first knight sent out to retrieve
difficult to locate members thanks to the either the war or the
aftermath of the war.

Ezra
wasn’t even among the worst condition candidates they had found yet, Caleb
knew there was two human girls who were found in slavery at a
brothel.

That
had been…

Bad.

Was still
bad and the two girls potentially would never properly recover.

He
tightened his grasp around Ezra protectively
and then looked to Depa. “So what now? I mean, there was nothing in
the mission folder for after I retrieved him to the temple.” He explained as the
elevator stopped and the padawan stepped out, most likely rushing off
to class.

“Oh,
Halls of healing. Ezra’s is going to the creche but due to his…
current condition, he needs the Halls first clearly and its standard
practice to ensure younglings have all their inoculations
regardless,” Depa explained before sighing sadly. “I do however
foresee a few days in the Halls for him though.” She noted while
brushing some loose hair out of her face.

Nodding
at that, Caleb quietly contemplated what to say before sighing
deeply. “I need to talk with the council once he’s settled in.”
He admitted to his former master.

He
blushed when she raised her brow.

For
some reason Depa could still make him blush like a naughty initiate.
“It’s not bad,” He quickly explained, pretending he didn’t
hear the amused cough in front of him. “It’s just that Ezra
formed a natural padawan bond with me when he woke up and saw me for the first time.” Caleb
tacked on.

Astonishment
bloomed over Depa’s face and then she chuckled, shaking her head a
bit. “Of course you would find a natural bond… well I guess you
found your future padawan,” She noted fondly before frowning. “…Oh
Force, does this mean I’m a grandmaster already?” Depa noted wit
a small smidgen of horror.

Smirking,
Caleb just cuddled Ezra’s small form to him.

He
knew why she was looking like that.

Because
when Depa took on Caleb, she had fluttered around grandmaster Mace
and teased him for days
while Caleb watched in deepest amusement while drinking tea in the
grandmaster’s quarters and he mournfully noted that he wasn’t
that
old.

And
now Depa would be a grandmaster once Ezra became old enough to be a
padawan.

Earlier
than Mace had been for sure.

It
was bound to make the old bastard laugh, Caleb was sure of that but
first… Ezra needed a healer to give him his inoculations and
Caleb almost hoped he’d sleep through it all but so far Ezra didn’t
show any signs of being agitated despite unconsciously aware of every
being in the temple.