Forgotheold

Aw hell man, what happens when Obi-Wan’s wakes in Forgo the old? Is Anakin going to be all up in his business?

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Letting out a deep breath, Obi-Wan kept
his eyes closed for a long moment before opening his eyes and finding
himself staring into the back of Anakin’s head as his former
padawan stared at the tent wall.

Neither said anything for a long moment
before Anakin let out a deep sigh. “I got a lot of stuff to
re-evaluate and I don’t know if I’m angry or just confused about
why you haven’t told me any of this before.” He said quietly.

Shifting slowly, his limbs feeling
heavy and warm, Obi-Wan let his hand flop out and hang in the others
vision and after a moment Anakin reached up and took the Jedi
master’s hand, tucking it to his chest while lacing their fingers
together.

Smacking his lips a bit to create some
moisture, Obi-Wan searched for words before finally just sighing too.
“I didn’t know how. Didn’t… some of these memories are things
I’ve suppressed for… decades.” He croaked out and the noise
made Anakin shift and reach for something, holding up a bottle of
water.

Reaching for it, Obi-Wan gulped a few
sips without attempting to sit up, feeling Anakin squeeze his hand as
he listened to the sounds of Obi-Wan swallowing before he accepted
the bottle back to set it on the floor.

Putting his head back on the pillow,
Obi-Wan just let himself feel Anakin’s thumb slowly stroke over his
knuckles.

“Did Qui-Gon really just… abandon
you on that war torn planet?” Anakin suddenly asked, his voice
thick.

Swallowing, his body tense, Obi-Wan let
out a deep sigh. “…Yes.”

“Ah karking hell,” Anakin hissed,
dropping his head back against the bed so he could barely see
Obi-Wan, upside down. “Just karking hell Obi-Wan, who the hell
abandons their young padawans on planets with civil war?”

Swallowing
a bit, Obi-Wan opened his mouth only to shut up when the blonde
glared at him.

“Don’t
defend him Obi-Wan. If it was me, you would have tucked me under your
arm and carried me into the ship. And I know for damn sure that I
would have carried Ahsoka away from that place regardless how much
she would have wanted to stay and help,” He growled at his former
master. “Sithspit Obi-Wan, you can’t have been more than
fourteen, fifteen at best, you could have died.” Anakin said with some desperation.

Licking
his lips, Obi-Wan settled on a shrug.

Because
Anakin wasn’t wrong, Obi-Wan would never leave the other behind on
a planet like Melida/Daan.

He
wouldn’t have totally left, he would have informed more Jedi and
hoped…

But he
wouldn’t have left his teenage padawan no and even now that he had
made peace with the idea, it still hurt that Qui-Gon Jinn could leave
him behind to die for there was no guarantee that Obi-Wan would have
survived at all.

Anakin
lifted his head back up, letting out a deep breath. “There’s a
lot of things I want to talk with you about but you’re still
overwhelmed and you need rest so that’s not going to be now,” He
lifted Obi-Wan’s hand from his chest and pressed a kiss to the back
of it instead. “So that’s what you’re going to do, you’re
going to trust me and you’re going to trust your men to handle
everything while you for once just rests.”
He settled on in a strong tone.

Blinking
at the back of the others head, Obi-Wan let out a confused little
noise. “Anakin… I do trust all of you. I promise. There are no
other people I would want to be with in the world in this moment than
the ones already here.” He murmured, licking his lips.

Anakin
turned his head, looking at him properly before smiling bashfully.
“Oh… well rest, cause you’re gonna have to get up in an
hour since we got to pack up the tent and head to the temple… so
get what rest you can right now.” Anakin said quietly.

Blinking
a bit, Obi-Wan shuffled the blanket more around himself. “Oh… how
is the troopers?” He asked instead of really settling down to sleep
more, it was unlikely he was going to sleep anyhow and he would
rather know what was in store for him.

There
was a little grumble, Anakin obviously hoping he would sleep before
the blonde sighed. “Confused and frustrated, they don’t
understand and I can’t explain to them since I don’t understand
either. How someone could be left behind as a padawan.” He grumbled
out, squeezing Obi-Wan’s hand.

“…Oh…
will… are they going to ask me questions too?” Obi-Wan licked his
lips nervously.

Shrugging,
Anakin pressed another kiss to the others hand. “No, I don’t
think so but Commander Cody will want some answers I think… might
be an idea to invite him and Rex to our Q&A when that happens in
the temple.” He said honestly.

Sighing
deeply, Obi-Wan let out an understanding noise and closed his eyes.

He may
not be about to go back to sleep but he was going to rest his eyes,
going into a light meditation for the duration he was allowed.

Just a
light meditation that made his brain cool down.

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Letting out a deep breath, Obi-Wan kept
his eyes closed for a long moment before opening his eyes and finding
himself staring into the back of Anakin’s head as his former
padawan stared at the tent wall.

Neither said anything for a long moment
before Anakin let out a deep sigh. “I got a lot of stuff to
re-evaluate and I don’t know if I’m angry or just confused about
why you haven’t told me any of this before.” He said quietly.

Shifting slowly, his limbs feeling
heavy and warm, Obi-Wan let his hand flop out and hang in the others
vision and after a moment Anakin reached up and took the Jedi
master’s hand, tucking it to his chest while lacing their fingers
together.

Smacking his lips a bit to create some
moisture, Obi-Wan searched for words before finally just sighing too.
“I didn’t know how. Didn’t… some of these memories are things
I’ve suppressed for… decades.” He croaked out and the noise
made Anakin shift and reach for something, holding up a bottle of
water.

Reaching for it, Obi-Wan gulped a few
sips without attempting to sit up, feeling Anakin squeeze his hand as
he listened to the sounds of Obi-Wan swallowing before he accepted
the bottle back to set it on the floor.

Putting his head back on the pillow,
Obi-Wan just let himself feel Anakin’s thumb slowly stroke over his
knuckles.

“Did Qui-Gon really just… abandon
you on that war torn planet?” Anakin suddenly asked, his voice
thick.

Swallowing, his body tense, Obi-Wan let
out a deep sigh. “…Yes.”

“Ah karking hell,” Anakin hissed,
dropping his head back against the bed so he could barely see
Obi-Wan, upside down. “Just karking hell Obi-Wan, who the hell
abandons their young padawans on planets with civil war?”

Swallowing
a bit, Obi-Wan opened his mouth only to shut up when the blonde
glared at him.

“Don’t
defend him Obi-Wan. If it was me, you would have tucked me under your
arm and carried me into the ship. And I know for damn sure that I
would have carried Ahsoka away from that place regardless how much
she would have wanted to stay and help,” He growled at his former
master. “Sithspit Obi-Wan, you can’t have been more than
fourteen, fifteen at best, you could have died.” Anakin said with some desperation.

Licking
his lips, Obi-Wan settled on a shrug.

Because
Anakin wasn’t wrong, Obi-Wan would never leave the other behind on
a planet like Melida/Daan.

He
wouldn’t have totally left, he would have informed more Jedi and
hoped…

But he
wouldn’t have left his teenage padawan no and even now that he had
made peace with the idea, it still hurt that Qui-Gon Jinn could leave
him behind to die for there was no guarantee that Obi-Wan would have
survived at all.

Anakin
lifted his head back up, letting out a deep breath. “There’s a
lot of things I want to talk with you about but you’re still
overwhelmed and you need rest so that’s not going to be now,” He
lifted Obi-Wan’s hand from his chest and pressed a kiss to the back
of it instead. “So that’s what you’re going to do, you’re
going to trust me and you’re going to trust your men to handle
everything while you for once just rests.”
He settled on in a strong tone.

Blinking
at the back of the others head, Obi-Wan let out a confused little
noise. “Anakin… I do trust all of you. I promise. There are no
other people I would want to be with in the world in this moment than
the ones already here.” He murmured, licking his lips.

Anakin
turned his head, looking at him properly before smiling bashfully.
“Oh… well rest, cause you’re gonna have to get up in an
hour since we got to pack up the tent and head to the temple… so
get what rest you can right now.” Anakin said quietly.

Blinking
a bit, Obi-Wan shuffled the blanket more around himself. “Oh… how
is the troopers?” He asked instead of really settling down to sleep
more, it was unlikely he was going to sleep anyhow and he would
rather know what was in store for him.

There
was a little grumble, Anakin obviously hoping he would sleep before
the blonde sighed. “Confused and frustrated, they don’t
understand and I can’t explain to them since I don’t understand
either. How someone could be left behind as a padawan.” He grumbled
out, squeezing Obi-Wan’s hand.

“…Oh…
will… are they going to ask me questions too?” Obi-Wan licked his
lips nervously.

Shrugging,
Anakin pressed another kiss to the others hand. “No, I don’t
think so but Commander Cody will want some answers I think… might
be an idea to invite him and Rex to our Q&A when that happens in
the temple.” He said honestly.

Sighing
deeply, Obi-Wan let out an understanding noise and closed his eyes.

He may
not be about to go back to sleep but he was going to rest his eyes,
going into a light meditation for the duration he was allowed.

Just a
light meditation that made his brain cool down.

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The words echo in
their ears before everything seems to gather tight and then bursting
into bright butterflies as the world around them one last time
dissolves with the butterflies dissolving with the mindscape and
fades away and than their feet stand on solid ground once more.

Anakin shakes a bit
as he looks around, seeing more than one trooper fall on their ass
from the intensity of what has been going on but its Obi-Wan who gets
his attention.

The older man sways
on his feet and looks almost gray in the red ringed sunset of the
planet as he looks towards Anakin warily, as if he thinks Anakin is
going to demand answers, demand solutions or more memories.

And normally that
is a worry that may be true but not right now as Anakin closes the
distance and wraps a supporting arm around Obi-Wan, as if he’s
injured or drunk. “Easy, easy you don’t look good Obi-Wan.” He
soothed quietly, voice hoarse as he’s still trying to understand
what he just saw.

Obi-Wan squinted
back at him before smiling weakly. “I don’t really feel good
either Anakin.” He confessed quietly.

It was that more
than anything else that had Anakin postponing any confrontations or
conversations as he headed towards the tent that had their bunks,
talking soothingly to Obi-Wan as the other stumbled along aside him.
Obi-Wan never admitted to feeling bad usually.

Subtly he also
checked on the other through the Force and frowned to himself.

Obi-Wan had Force
exhaustion, not too shocking if he had been exerting Force while they
were in his memories but had also initially tried to fight the
memories and them seeing it and that meant that Obi-Wan would need a
longer rest.

Anakin himself had
never really experienced Force exhaustion, his reserves too large but
he had been taught how to gauge and care for someone both for his
mission partners sake and especially for Ahsoka as it was his duty to
ensure her safety and health.

Settling the other
on the field bed, Anakin knelt down and undid the straps of Obi-Wan’s
boots swiftly before undoing the others belt too and putting it
aside. Obi-Wan meanwhile looked like he was sleeping already with his
hands on the bed for support, his eyes closed and his head dipping
forward.

“Easy does it
Obi-Wan, its alright master.” Anakin soothed softly as he grasped
the others shoulders, carefully pressing the other to the bed and
lifting his legs onto the field bunk before pulling the blanket over
him, trying to remember the last time Obi-Wan had been this
vulnerable when in the field.

Years ago came to
mind, long before the war.

Obi-Wan had gotten
a fever from infection and Anakin had thought it would boil his
master’s brain and had held his hand.

Obi-Wan had been
just as vulnerable than and just as trusting of Anakin to look after
him.

Shifting the others
head a bit on the pillow, Anakin smiled sadly as Obi-Wan only
breathed deeply, asleep from the moment his head hit the pillow.

Than he stood and
pinched the bridge of his nose. “…He’s more than likely going
to sleep for almost a full day,” He said for Cody and Rex benefit,
knowing they’d tell the rest of the troopers. “So we’re staying
here today. I suggest we pack what we can and be ready to leave when
he wakes though as I’m sure we’re all eager to get to Coruscant.”
And that would give them all time to adjust and digest what they had
been through, what they had seen.

He turned, seeing
both captain and commander in the tent opening just as he had
expected.

The two traded
looks before Cody nodded. “Yes sir, will General Kenobi be
alright?” He questioned quietly.

Glancing at his
sleeping master, Anakin let out a deep breath that came very close to
a sigh. “I don’t think Obi-Wan has been alright in a very, very
long time Commander but he’s going to be physically healthier at
least. He’s Force exhausted at the moment, so he needs rest and
food.” Anakin picked up a pad, settling down cross legged by the
bed. “I’ll stay here and look over him for a bit and then you can
take over commander.” He settled on.

He watched Cody’s
shoulders relax at that and both troopers saluted, recognizing a
dismissal even when it wasn’t bluntly said.

And than it was
quiet, Obi-Wan’s even breaths the only thing filling the tent
space.

That was alright…

Anakin had a lot of
things to thing about now, a lot of preconceived notions that were
challenged by the truth…  

‘Well, this is
going to be fun to go over.’ Anakin thought dryly even as he first
noted down that Obi-Wan may have understood slavery a lot better than
Anakin had ever suspected considering he had been what looked like a
mining slave if only for a short while. And with the way young
Obi-Wan had looked Anakin would eat his own glove if it wasn’t at
least a week of abuse.

So yes, a lot of
challenged notions and gave their past interactions a different tune.

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The words echo in
their ears before everything seems to gather tight and then bursting
into bright butterflies as the world around them one last time
dissolves with the butterflies dissolving with the mindscape and
fades away and than their feet stand on solid ground once more.

Anakin shakes a bit
as he looks around, seeing more than one trooper fall on their ass
from the intensity of what has been going on but its Obi-Wan who gets
his attention.

The older man sways
on his feet and looks almost gray in the red ringed sunset of the
planet as he looks towards Anakin warily, as if he thinks Anakin is
going to demand answers, demand solutions or more memories.

And normally that
is a worry that may be true but not right now as Anakin closes the
distance and wraps a supporting arm around Obi-Wan, as if he’s
injured or drunk. “Easy, easy you don’t look good Obi-Wan.” He
soothed quietly, voice hoarse as he’s still trying to understand
what he just saw.

Obi-Wan squinted
back at him before smiling weakly. “I don’t really feel good
either Anakin.” He confessed quietly.

It was that more
than anything else that had Anakin postponing any confrontations or
conversations as he headed towards the tent that had their bunks,
talking soothingly to Obi-Wan as the other stumbled along aside him.
Obi-Wan never admitted to feeling bad usually.

Subtly he also
checked on the other through the Force and frowned to himself.

Obi-Wan had Force
exhaustion, not too shocking if he had been exerting Force while they
were in his memories but had also initially tried to fight the
memories and them seeing it and that meant that Obi-Wan would need a
longer rest.

Anakin himself had
never really experienced Force exhaustion, his reserves too large but
he had been taught how to gauge and care for someone both for his
mission partners sake and especially for Ahsoka as it was his duty to
ensure her safety and health.

Settling the other
on the field bed, Anakin knelt down and undid the straps of Obi-Wan’s
boots swiftly before undoing the others belt too and putting it
aside. Obi-Wan meanwhile looked like he was sleeping already with his
hands on the bed for support, his eyes closed and his head dipping
forward.

“Easy does it
Obi-Wan, its alright master.” Anakin soothed softly as he grasped
the others shoulders, carefully pressing the other to the bed and
lifting his legs onto the field bunk before pulling the blanket over
him, trying to remember the last time Obi-Wan had been this
vulnerable when in the field.

Years ago came to
mind, long before the war.

Obi-Wan had gotten
a fever from infection and Anakin had thought it would boil his
master’s brain and had held his hand.

Obi-Wan had been
just as vulnerable than and just as trusting of Anakin to look after
him.

Shifting the others
head a bit on the pillow, Anakin smiled sadly as Obi-Wan only
breathed deeply, asleep from the moment his head hit the pillow.

Than he stood and
pinched the bridge of his nose. “…He’s more than likely going
to sleep for almost a full day,” He said for Cody and Rex benefit,
knowing they’d tell the rest of the troopers. “So we’re staying
here today. I suggest we pack what we can and be ready to leave when
he wakes though as I’m sure we’re all eager to get to Coruscant.”
And that would give them all time to adjust and digest what they had
been through, what they had seen.

He turned, seeing
both captain and commander in the tent opening just as he had
expected.

The two traded
looks before Cody nodded. “Yes sir, will General Kenobi be
alright?” He questioned quietly.

Glancing at his
sleeping master, Anakin let out a deep breath that came very close to
a sigh. “I don’t think Obi-Wan has been alright in a very, very
long time Commander but he’s going to be physically healthier at
least. He’s Force exhausted at the moment, so he needs rest and
food.” Anakin picked up a pad, settling down cross legged by the
bed. “I’ll stay here and look over him for a bit and then you can
take over commander.” He settled on.

He watched Cody’s
shoulders relax at that and both troopers saluted, recognizing a
dismissal even when it wasn’t bluntly said.

And than it was
quiet, Obi-Wan’s even breaths the only thing filling the tent
space.

That was alright…

Anakin had a lot of
things to thing about now, a lot of preconceived notions that were
challenged by the truth…  

‘Well, this is
going to be fun to go over.’ Anakin thought dryly even as he first
noted down that Obi-Wan may have understood slavery a lot better than
Anakin had ever suspected considering he had been what looked like a
mining slave if only for a short while. And with the way young
Obi-Wan had looked Anakin would eat his own glove if it wasn’t at
least a week of abuse.

So yes, a lot of
challenged notions and gave their past interactions a different tune.

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Rubbing his face as
he tried to figure out what to do, Anakin leaned into the touch as
the Obi-Wan in front of him was petting gently at his hair.

He knew this
Obi-Wan was a manifestation of Obi-Wan in his brain but it was still
Obi-Wan and right now that was enough for Anakin to keep onto his
calm for just a little bit longer as he tried to figure out what the
kark to do.

But Force stuff
wasn’t his strength.

Not like this,
delicate mental manipulations, like when he was young and Obi-Wan was
gently leading him into his first meditation with his hands holding
Anakin’s gently.

Warmth and light,
Obi-Wan’s serenity surrounding hi-

Wait…

“The light!”
His head snapped up and turned on his knees, looking around wildly
while Obi-Wan raised a brow.

The troopers
shifted, glancing about too.

“Butterflies? The
memories?” Obi-Wan questioned, resting his hands back in his lap.

“Yes, yes they
were here. There was a flock of them, all flying together and never
going too far away.” Anakin got to his feet, trying to scout for
them before catching the mind manifestation of Obi-Wan frowning a
bit. “What?”

Looking up at him,
Obi-Wan’s frown turned into a small smile. “I have a theory. You
should find the butterflies, they may be your way out of here because
these are the last memories the artifact has lined up but because I
resisted because I did not want to show you those memories, the
artifact is now unhooked and you need to put it on the right order.”
He shrugged.

Frowning slightly,
Anakin knelt down, touching the others knee lightly. “You don’t
look so happy about that…” He pointed out slowly.

“I’m not,”
Obi-Wan said honestly, shrugging. “But there’s nothing else for
it, I suspect the memory you will see will be one of my closest
guarded secret that I did not wish you to see since you would feel
guilty about some of your… comments through the years,” The mind
Obi-Wan reached out and cupped his cheek, stroking gently. “Just
remember Anakin, I do care for you, you are my padawan and my
brother.” He smiled, a butterfly fluttering between them to
Anakin’s surprise.

And then he saw
nothing as the butterfly’s light seem to enclose them all until all
Anakin saw was the brightness of it.

And then it was dim
once more.

They were in a
cave, seemingly deep underground from what Anakin with a bright red
soil beneath them in the dim light and gray rocks closed around them.

Child Obi-Wan was
sitting quietly by a sealed blaster door, worn and tired looking with
his hands wrapped around a… oh kark that was a blaster collar!

This young Obi-Wan
was sitting with his hands around a blaster collar of all things that
was wrapped around his throat, his tunic and leggings filthy looking
with patches missing here and there as he tiredly glanced up at the
sealed door with a red light over it.

Anakin recognized
it as a detonation charge that was set to blow either with distance
or a press of a button and in panic he looked around, finding Qui-Gon
pacing back and forth, so much younger looking as he stood there
marched through troopers while running his hands through his long
dark hair.

Looking back Anakin
found Obi-Wan glancing between the door and Qui-Gon before he slowly
and unsteadily got to his feet. “Master Jinn I think I know how you
can rescue the miners and stop Xanatos.” He said, his voice a bit
raspy, as if he didn’t have enough moisture in his mouth or was
coming down with a cough.

The knight looked
up, frowning. “Initiate Kenobi as far as I’m aware we have no
too-” The Jedi shut up, staring at how Obi-Wan was pressing himself
to the door. “Kenobi get away from that door this instant.” He
said shakily, looking pale in the darkness with streaks of dirt on his robe and tunic.

“But this collar
will get the door open,” Obi-Wan tugged on it a bit, hands still
holding it tight. “If I trigger it, it will blow up and the door opens and you
can go. No one is really going to miss me Master Jinn, I got sent to
the agricore after all and if the explosives all go off than the
mines are going to come down on top of all the workers killing them,”
He said earnestly. “My life isn’t worth all of theirs if you can
get out and I’m willing.” Obi-Wan said with certainty a child should never have and
Anakin squeaked even as his mind logged in that Obi-Wan, OBI-WAN
had been sent to Agricore!

The Jedi seemed to
jump in front of Obi-Wan, catching the boy by the shoulder to give
him a shake. “Do not say such things. Your life is precious
also youngling.” Qui-Gon said sternly before hissing a bit and
easing his grip on Obi-Wan. “Oh kark, I didn’t hurt you did I? I
know slavers aren’t kind to those they keep in the mines, I didn’t
think when grabbing you.”Anakin said to the blonds confusion.

Slavers?

Pale but smiling,
the young Obi-Wan just gave a small shrug. “Its alright, it won’t
matter in too lo-”

“I am not
sacrificing your life to get out of here!”

The words rang in
their ears.

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Rubbing his face as
he tried to figure out what to do, Anakin leaned into the touch as
the Obi-Wan in front of him was petting gently at his hair.

He knew this
Obi-Wan was a manifestation of Obi-Wan in his brain but it was still
Obi-Wan and right now that was enough for Anakin to keep onto his
calm for just a little bit longer as he tried to figure out what the
kark to do.

But Force stuff
wasn’t his strength.

Not like this,
delicate mental manipulations, like when he was young and Obi-Wan was
gently leading him into his first meditation with his hands holding
Anakin’s gently.

Warmth and light,
Obi-Wan’s serenity surrounding hi-

Wait…

“The light!”
His head snapped up and turned on his knees, looking around wildly
while Obi-Wan raised a brow.

The troopers
shifted, glancing about too.

“Butterflies? The
memories?” Obi-Wan questioned, resting his hands back in his lap.

“Yes, yes they
were here. There was a flock of them, all flying together and never
going too far away.” Anakin got to his feet, trying to scout for
them before catching the mind manifestation of Obi-Wan frowning a
bit. “What?”

Looking up at him,
Obi-Wan’s frown turned into a small smile. “I have a theory. You
should find the butterflies, they may be your way out of here because
these are the last memories the artifact has lined up but because I
resisted because I did not want to show you those memories, the
artifact is now unhooked and you need to put it on the right order.”
He shrugged.

Frowning slightly,
Anakin knelt down, touching the others knee lightly. “You don’t
look so happy about that…” He pointed out slowly.

“I’m not,”
Obi-Wan said honestly, shrugging. “But there’s nothing else for
it, I suspect the memory you will see will be one of my closest
guarded secret that I did not wish you to see since you would feel
guilty about some of your… comments through the years,” The mind
Obi-Wan reached out and cupped his cheek, stroking gently. “Just
remember Anakin, I do care for you, you are my padawan and my
brother.” He smiled, a butterfly fluttering between them to
Anakin’s surprise.

And then he saw
nothing as the butterfly’s light seem to enclose them all until all
Anakin saw was the brightness of it.

And then it was dim
once more.

They were in a
cave, seemingly deep underground from what Anakin with a bright red
soil beneath them in the dim light and gray rocks closed around them.

Child Obi-Wan was
sitting quietly by a sealed blaster door, worn and tired looking with
his hands wrapped around a… oh kark that was a blaster collar!

This young Obi-Wan
was sitting with his hands around a blaster collar of all things that
was wrapped around his throat, his tunic and leggings filthy looking
with patches missing here and there as he tiredly glanced up at the
sealed door with a red light over it.

Anakin recognized
it as a detonation charge that was set to blow either with distance
or a press of a button and in panic he looked around, finding Qui-Gon
pacing back and forth, so much younger looking as he stood there
marched through troopers while running his hands through his long
dark hair.

Looking back Anakin
found Obi-Wan glancing between the door and Qui-Gon before he slowly
and unsteadily got to his feet. “Master Jinn I think I know how you
can rescue the miners and stop Xanatos.” He said, his voice a bit
raspy, as if he didn’t have enough moisture in his mouth or was
coming down with a cough.

The knight looked
up, frowning. “Initiate Kenobi as far as I’m aware we have no
too-” The Jedi shut up, staring at how Obi-Wan was pressing himself
to the door. “Kenobi get away from that door this instant.” He
said shakily, looking pale in the darkness with streaks of dirt on his robe and tunic.

“But this collar
will get the door open,” Obi-Wan tugged on it a bit, hands still
holding it tight. “If I trigger it, it will blow up and the door opens and you
can go. No one is really going to miss me Master Jinn, I got sent to
the agricore after all and if the explosives all go off than the
mines are going to come down on top of all the workers killing them,”
He said earnestly. “My life isn’t worth all of theirs if you can
get out and I’m willing.” Obi-Wan said with certainty a child should never have and
Anakin squeaked even as his mind logged in that Obi-Wan, OBI-WAN
had been sent to Agricore!

The Jedi seemed to
jump in front of Obi-Wan, catching the boy by the shoulder to give
him a shake. “Do not say such things. Your life is precious
also youngling.” Qui-Gon said sternly before hissing a bit and
easing his grip on Obi-Wan. “Oh kark, I didn’t hurt you did I? I
know slavers aren’t kind to those they keep in the mines, I didn’t
think when grabbing you.”Anakin said to the blonds confusion.

Slavers?

Pale but smiling,
the young Obi-Wan just gave a small shrug. “Its alright, it won’t
matter in too lo-”

“I am not
sacrificing your life to get out of here!”

The words rang in
their ears.

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Its dark.

Confused Anakin
looks around before making a surprised noise as a butterfly, bright
and beautiful, flutters by.

Following it, he
hears the others follow behind with confused mutters as this was
something totally else than the memories they so far had seen. But
considering Obi-Wan had thrown them out and not let the artifact do
its job which was to review memories, perhaps that wasn’t so
strange that the flow had been changed out.

“General, where
are we?” Rex asked behind him.

Shrugging, Anakin couldn’t help but smile as the lone butterfly became a flock of bright and beautiful light critters. “I’m not sure,
it doesn’t seem like a memory I have to admit. Maybe some part of
Obi-Wan’s subcon-”

“Anakin?” A
quiet voice called.

A quiet voice that
had Anakin turning on his heel, staring towards a suddenly lighted up
up area with a shape.

“Obi-Wan,” He
breathed out. He ran, forgetting all about the troopers as he raced
forward towards his master only to find him sitting on the floor
cross legged as Anakin reached him, dropping on his knees to throw
his arms around Obi-Wan. “Its you!”

An amused hum
settled in his ears. “Of course its me, this is my mind after all
though I’m surprised the artifact has guided you all this far in.”
Obi-Wan said.

Leaning back,
Anakin frowned in confusion as he stared at his very, very tired
looking master, puzzled that the other hadn’t come to him or hugged
him in return. “Obi-Wan, what is going on?” He asked intently.

Opening his mouth,
Obi-Wan is about to answer when Cody curses and drops beside them
too, bringing Anakin’s attention to the others wrists.

In Cody’s hand,
the manacles around Obi-Wan’s wrists are obvious and a quick check
shows Anakin manacles around the ankles too and a karking collar
around the neck. Staring at the, Anakin swallowed. “What the kark?”
He wheezed.

Obi-Wan just smiled
at them, unbothered. “If its not obvious by now, I’m not the
physical Obi-Wan. I’m the subconsciousness of Obi-Wan. I’d hug
you but I’m a bit tethered at the moment.” He chuckled warmly.

Eyes snapping up to
glare at him, Anakin growled. “Not funny.” He narrowed his
eyes. “Wait, subconsciousness? You mean as in you’re Obi-Wan’s
mental thoughts and… well the part of him that deal with thoughts
and ideas?” He frowned deeply at the other man.

Reaching up,
Obi-Wan stroked his beard slowly and Anakin couldn’t help but
notice that the length of the manacles barely allowed even that move.
“In a manner yes. I’m the part of Obi-Wan that deals with his
morals, his instincts and his intelligence. To sum it up shortly, I’m
a part of his psyche, I even deal with some of his trauma.” The man
smiled.

Frowning, Anakin
touched one of the manacles. “…What’s this?” He asked warily,
recognizing that the manacles were symbols, not actual chains since
this was Obi-Wan’s mind.

“These?”
Obi-Wan tugged on both of his wrist manacles. “These are duty and
morality, things that tie me down when I want to act out and
sometimes I chaff at them yes but they are imperative to the person I
am now even if you do not always approve of them,” He chuckled. “I
do admit that sometimes I break them, mostly for your sake,”
Obi-Wan gave him a stern frown. “Honestly you and Padme are much to
obvious.” He scolded.

Coloring sharply,
Anakin sat back on his heels. “W-What?” He squeaked.

“Oh come on
Anakin,” Obi-Wan laughed. “I spent ten years with you but also
you snogged her right after Dooku ran away on Geonosis. I
would have to be blind and deaf not to notice that. It was all I
could do to stand in front of you so Yoda didn’t see it with those
injuries of mine.” Obi-Wan shook his head and smiled pityingly at
that.

Still coloring and
a bit overwhelmed, Anakin pointed at the manacles around the others
feet.

“Ah… yes those.
Trauma I’m sorry to say, I’ve experienced quite a few in my years
and sometimes they unfortunately make me freeze or hesitate.”
Obi-Wan peered at his feet, shifting them out of the cross legged
position.

Hesitantly Anakin
reached out, touching the collar around Obi-Wan’s neck, staring at
him.

Peering back,
Obi-Wan sighed. “The weight of my decisions as they pull me down.
My guilt. My fear. My anger… quite few things really, you’ve
caused some of them by being hasty and pushing my hands in missions
where you couldn’t be patient.” He chortled.

Anakin’s throat
closed in on him, staring at the collar.

It looked tight.

It almost looked
like a blaster collar…

“…How do we get
out of here? The artifact doesn’t seem to be bringing us anywhere
and you’re here.”  Anakin asked quietly.

Shaking his head,
Obi-Wan smiled sadly. “I’m not sure Anakin. This artifact is an
unknown entity for me.” He explained.

There was an uneasy
shifting among the troopers.

Were they stuck?

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Its dark.

Confused Anakin
looks around before making a surprised noise as a butterfly, bright
and beautiful, flutters by.

Following it, he
hears the others follow behind with confused mutters as this was
something totally else than the memories they so far had seen. But
considering Obi-Wan had thrown them out and not let the artifact do
its job which was to review memories, perhaps that wasn’t so
strange that the flow had been changed out.

“General, where
are we?” Rex asked behind him.

Shrugging, Anakin couldn’t help but smile as the lone butterfly became a flock of bright and beautiful light critters. “I’m not sure,
it doesn’t seem like a memory I have to admit. Maybe some part of
Obi-Wan’s subcon-”

“Anakin?” A
quiet voice called.

A quiet voice that
had Anakin turning on his heel, staring towards a suddenly lighted up
up area with a shape.

“Obi-Wan,” He
breathed out. He ran, forgetting all about the troopers as he raced
forward towards his master only to find him sitting on the floor
cross legged as Anakin reached him, dropping on his knees to throw
his arms around Obi-Wan. “Its you!”

An amused hum
settled in his ears. “Of course its me, this is my mind after all
though I’m surprised the artifact has guided you all this far in.”
Obi-Wan said.

Leaning back,
Anakin frowned in confusion as he stared at his very, very tired
looking master, puzzled that the other hadn’t come to him or hugged
him in return. “Obi-Wan, what is going on?” He asked intently.

Opening his mouth,
Obi-Wan is about to answer when Cody curses and drops beside them
too, bringing Anakin’s attention to the others wrists.

In Cody’s hand,
the manacles around Obi-Wan’s wrists are obvious and a quick check
shows Anakin manacles around the ankles too and a karking collar
around the neck. Staring at the, Anakin swallowed. “What the kark?”
He wheezed.

Obi-Wan just smiled
at them, unbothered. “If its not obvious by now, I’m not the
physical Obi-Wan. I’m the subconsciousness of Obi-Wan. I’d hug
you but I’m a bit tethered at the moment.” He chuckled warmly.

Eyes snapping up to
glare at him, Anakin growled. “Not funny.” He narrowed his
eyes. “Wait, subconsciousness? You mean as in you’re Obi-Wan’s
mental thoughts and… well the part of him that deal with thoughts
and ideas?” He frowned deeply at the other man.

Reaching up,
Obi-Wan stroked his beard slowly and Anakin couldn’t help but
notice that the length of the manacles barely allowed even that move.
“In a manner yes. I’m the part of Obi-Wan that deals with his
morals, his instincts and his intelligence. To sum it up shortly, I’m
a part of his psyche, I even deal with some of his trauma.” The man
smiled.

Frowning, Anakin
touched one of the manacles. “…What’s this?” He asked warily,
recognizing that the manacles were symbols, not actual chains since
this was Obi-Wan’s mind.

“These?”
Obi-Wan tugged on both of his wrist manacles. “These are duty and
morality, things that tie me down when I want to act out and
sometimes I chaff at them yes but they are imperative to the person I
am now even if you do not always approve of them,” He chuckled. “I
do admit that sometimes I break them, mostly for your sake,”
Obi-Wan gave him a stern frown. “Honestly you and Padme are much to
obvious.” He scolded.

Coloring sharply,
Anakin sat back on his heels. “W-What?” He squeaked.

“Oh come on
Anakin,” Obi-Wan laughed. “I spent ten years with you but also
you snogged her right after Dooku ran away on Geonosis. I
would have to be blind and deaf not to notice that. It was all I
could do to stand in front of you so Yoda didn’t see it with those
injuries of mine.” Obi-Wan shook his head and smiled pityingly at
that.

Still coloring and
a bit overwhelmed, Anakin pointed at the manacles around the others
feet.

“Ah… yes those.
Trauma I’m sorry to say, I’ve experienced quite a few in my years
and sometimes they unfortunately make me freeze or hesitate.”
Obi-Wan peered at his feet, shifting them out of the cross legged
position.

Hesitantly Anakin
reached out, touching the collar around Obi-Wan’s neck, staring at
him.

Peering back,
Obi-Wan sighed. “The weight of my decisions as they pull me down.
My guilt. My fear. My anger… quite few things really, you’ve
caused some of them by being hasty and pushing my hands in missions
where you couldn’t be patient.” He chortled.

Anakin’s throat
closed in on him, staring at the collar.

It looked tight.

It almost looked
like a blaster collar…

“…How do we get
out of here? The artifact doesn’t seem to be bringing us anywhere
and you’re here.”  Anakin asked quietly.

Shaking his head,
Obi-Wan smiled sadly. “I’m not sure Anakin. This artifact is an
unknown entity for me.” He explained.

There was an uneasy
shifting among the troopers.

Were they stuck?

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Its clear that the
troopers aren’t certain what to think if the way they trade glances
are anything to go by but no one can really grasp onto it as they’re
swept into another memory, once more going into the past because
Obi-Wan is once more beardless.

And he’s drunk.

Oh he’s so
kriffing drunk he’s stumbling down the hall in the temple and its
dark and several Jedi walk past him though once past they send the
stumbling young man sympathetic or pitying looks at his back.

For a moment it
looks like Obi-Wan will fall on his face when suddenly a young Vos is
there, catching him by the back of his tunic and holding him up.
“Woah there Obi-Wan!” He grinned cheerfully, supporting him with
an arm over his shoulder. “Seems you had one too many drinks.” He
said with some cheer though the its pinned with a thick layer of
concern.

Squinting up
blearily, Obi-Wan stared at his friend before grunting and nodding.
“Anakin’s… sleeping over. Just needed to-” He hiccuped and
Vos face went from the pretend layer of cheer to something sadder.

“Just something
to release it all huh?” The kiffar murmured softly.

Cody frowned,
watching how they behaved, uncertain as to what the meaning behind it
all was.

“Have you even
grieved properly for Jinn?” Vos asked quietly, waking steadily with
Obi-Wan’s arm over his shoulder and his arm around the redhead’s
waist.

“Gotta be an
example,” Obi-Wan burped a bit and grunted, stumbling with Vos.
“Anakin… he’s my padawan. I gotta behave properly, be-be
the perfect Jedi. I can’t… the council is watching an-and I don’t
wanna fail him, he’s just a boy…”

Shaking his head,
Vos stopped in front of a door and opened it, cued in as he was to
the lock. “Him seeing you cry wouldn’t make you less of an
example Obi-Wan.” He said sternly, pulling him in and towards the
kitchen instead of the bedroom.

He deposited
Obi-Wan on chair by the table and reached for the fridge, slapping
together a sandwich.

“He’s so
emotional,” Obi-Wan groaned a bit, rubbing his face. “I’m
suppose to… he gets upset so fast, sends things flying with the
Force and sometimes his fear or joy pounds against my shields so hard
it almost breaks in.” Obi-Wan rasped out, glaring at the plate of
sandwich placed in front of him.

“He was raised
outside the temple, not every child is taught meditation from their
young,” Vos argued. “He’s a good kid if overemotional and I
know you mean so too.” He pushed the plate closer to Obi-Wan. “Eat
Obi-Wan, it isn’t good to sleep on a rising intoxication, that’s
how you get the worst hangovers.”

Sighing, Obi-Wan
reluctantly took the food and bit in, chewing slowly and swallowing
as Vos fetched a glass of water. “…He is a good kid, I’m just
not a good master.” He whispered.

Cody could swallow
his damn tongue at that as the memory slipped away and this time they
were in a colorful room in the temple from what he could tell,
children all around and flimsi pinned onto the wall of drawings.

A child Obi-Wan and
a mon calamari were sitting close, giggling together as they drew
something but Cody could spot another child approaching, something
malicious in the eyes of the white haired boy and he grunted with
unhappiness when the white haired boy shoved little Obi-Wan over, the
redhead letting out a gasp of surprise and looking up.

“Oafy-Wan, I hear
you failed another evaluation. They’re going to throw you out for
sure now.” The white haired boy crowed.

Glaring back,
Obi-Wan pushed himself back up and stood. “Lay off Chun, I failed a
medical evaluation, not a physical eval.” He snapped, fists
clenched.

The two kids snipe
at each other and to Cody’s shock the two get involved in a
fistfight and that doesn’t make sense to him as they are ripped out
of this memory too.

Jedi weren’t
suppose to… but they were kids and…

But it was Obi-Wan!

‘My general needs
a damn hug and a fucking nap…’

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Its clear that the
troopers aren’t certain what to think if the way they trade glances
are anything to go by but no one can really grasp onto it as they’re
swept into another memory, once more going into the past because
Obi-Wan is once more beardless.

And he’s drunk.

Oh he’s so
kriffing drunk he’s stumbling down the hall in the temple and its
dark and several Jedi walk past him though once past they send the
stumbling young man sympathetic or pitying looks at his back.

For a moment it
looks like Obi-Wan will fall on his face when suddenly a young Vos is
there, catching him by the back of his tunic and holding him up.
“Woah there Obi-Wan!” He grinned cheerfully, supporting him with
an arm over his shoulder. “Seems you had one too many drinks.” He
said with some cheer though the its pinned with a thick layer of
concern.

Squinting up
blearily, Obi-Wan stared at his friend before grunting and nodding.
“Anakin’s… sleeping over. Just needed to-” He hiccuped and
Vos face went from the pretend layer of cheer to something sadder.

“Just something
to release it all huh?” The kiffar murmured softly.

Cody frowned,
watching how they behaved, uncertain as to what the meaning behind it
all was.

“Have you even
grieved properly for Jinn?” Vos asked quietly, waking steadily with
Obi-Wan’s arm over his shoulder and his arm around the redhead’s
waist.

“Gotta be an
example,” Obi-Wan burped a bit and grunted, stumbling with Vos.
“Anakin… he’s my padawan. I gotta behave properly, be-be
the perfect Jedi. I can’t… the council is watching an-and I don’t
wanna fail him, he’s just a boy…”

Shaking his head,
Vos stopped in front of a door and opened it, cued in as he was to
the lock. “Him seeing you cry wouldn’t make you less of an
example Obi-Wan.” He said sternly, pulling him in and towards the
kitchen instead of the bedroom.

He deposited
Obi-Wan on chair by the table and reached for the fridge, slapping
together a sandwich.

“He’s so
emotional,” Obi-Wan groaned a bit, rubbing his face. “I’m
suppose to… he gets upset so fast, sends things flying with the
Force and sometimes his fear or joy pounds against my shields so hard
it almost breaks in.” Obi-Wan rasped out, glaring at the plate of
sandwich placed in front of him.

“He was raised
outside the temple, not every child is taught meditation from their
young,” Vos argued. “He’s a good kid if overemotional and I
know you mean so too.” He pushed the plate closer to Obi-Wan. “Eat
Obi-Wan, it isn’t good to sleep on a rising intoxication, that’s
how you get the worst hangovers.”

Sighing, Obi-Wan
reluctantly took the food and bit in, chewing slowly and swallowing
as Vos fetched a glass of water. “…He is a good kid, I’m just
not a good master.” He whispered.

Cody could swallow
his damn tongue at that as the memory slipped away and this time they
were in a colorful room in the temple from what he could tell,
children all around and flimsi pinned onto the wall of drawings.

A child Obi-Wan and
a mon calamari were sitting close, giggling together as they drew
something but Cody could spot another child approaching, something
malicious in the eyes of the white haired boy and he grunted with
unhappiness when the white haired boy shoved little Obi-Wan over, the
redhead letting out a gasp of surprise and looking up.

“Oafy-Wan, I hear
you failed another evaluation. They’re going to throw you out for
sure now.” The white haired boy crowed.

Glaring back,
Obi-Wan pushed himself back up and stood. “Lay off Chun, I failed a
medical evaluation, not a physical eval.” He snapped, fists
clenched.

The two kids snipe
at each other and to Cody’s shock the two get involved in a
fistfight and that doesn’t make sense to him as they are ripped out
of this memory too.

Jedi weren’t
suppose to… but they were kids and…

But it was Obi-Wan!

‘My general needs
a damn hug and a fucking nap…’