Jangoobi

Hi! I love WarriorCulture. Can we see Obi-Wan in serious trouble and the Orde has their hands tied? But Qui-Gon knows exactly who to call and he’s not happy hehe Your ficlets made me love Jango/Obi *flails*

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Pinching the bridge
of his nose, Qui-Gon let out a deep breath. “You mean to tell me
there’s nothing we can do to get Obi-Wan back?” He finally asked
the council as each sat there with their serene expression.

For a fleeting
moment they changed, a gloom entering the Force before they wiped it
all away and Yoda leaned forward over his cane to shake his head. “To
enter Abuella space is to risk a Republic war, made it clear
Abuella’s King has that Jedi on planet to recover Obi-Wan a sign of
war will be taken.” He said grimly.

“So there’s
really nothing we can do.” Qui-Gon breathed out as he knew that
Abuella’s ran mental scans on people when they arrived.

They would spot a
Jedi the moment they disembarked.

That meant that
Obi-Wan, who had crash landed on planet after his wing had been shot
out or so the emergency message had stated, was all alone and would
have to make his own way off.

Unless…

Qui-Gon paused,
slowly dropping his hand as he frowned. “I… may have a solution.
However none of you will like it.” He cautioned slowly.

He was right, they
didn’t.

But then again
neither did Qui-Gon.

()()()

“Hand him over or
I will declare war and annihilate your palace.”

Now, Jango would
never be declared the most diplomatic of leaders nor the most tactful
however he was generally not that blunt as he held the blaster
directed at the King of Abuella’s head with a single determined
stare that would have had even the most stony faced politician
wetting themselves.

Nor did he
generally issue threats in such a manner and instead preferred
black-obs that would take care of such things.

But those missions
did not usually contain one Obi-Wan Kenobi that had been missing for
close to a month nor did they contain the evidence Jaster and Syles
had presented him that the king was currently taking a lot of
pleasure out of depriving Obi-Wan and maybe outright torturing him.

So maybe grand Duke
of Mandalore was running on short patience and control as he leveled
that blaster at the mans head while ignoring the guards scrambling to
react.

Peram was gripping
his throne, staring at Jango with a smug look on his face despite the
blaster leveled inches from his head. “So its true, you and the
Jedi. Wasn’t sure but here you are ready for war for him. I wonder
what you’d give to get him bac-”

He gagged on his
own words as Jango placed the tip of his blaster in the king’s
stupid mouth.

“What I’d
give?” Jango answered coolly. “Nothing. But I’d salt the earth
if he isn’t given to me. I have the Mandalorian fleet in space and
you’re trying to issue demands? I would engage in planetary war for
that Jedi. So hand him over or pay with your life and the life
of your family.” Jango sneered.

The two rulers
stared at each other.

“…All this for
a Jedi?” The king hissed.

“All this for
someone who genuinely fights for freedom and justice. All this for
Obi-Wan. Not a Jedi, Obi-Wan.” Jango suddenly smirked. “The
rumors already exist, who’d believe you really, there are no
recordings in this room, I’ve made sure of that.” He chuckled
deeply. “Because believe me, if I wasn’t Duke, my path of war
would be quite different.” Amber eyes shone. “So I repeat only
once, hand Obi-Wan over, or I will level this palace to the ground,
taking you and your family with and I will ensure you have no where
to flee in this galaxy from me. I will salt the earth and poison it
after me and ensure your heirs never rise to this throne, so it all
comes down to you giving me what I want.”

()()()

“So do I want to
know exactly how you managed this?” Obi-Wan asked as he limped
beside the Duke, one arm over the mans shoulder as he was lead
towards the ship from the palace.

“Diplomacy.”
Jango answered straight faced, ignoring Jaster snorting behind them.

“Uhu… Jaster?”
Obi-Wan glanced over his shoulder.

“He threatened
total orbital bombardment of the palace and to salt the earth with
everyone inside it still.” Jaster drawled, smirking a bit. “Kind
of wish King Peram was idiotic enough to not hand you over, would
have been fun with a nice new battle.” He noted.

“…Jango.”
Obi-Wan sighed heavily and gave him a chastening stare that might
have been threatening if he didn’t end up grunting and wrapping his
free arm around his chest.

“Its your ribs,
isn’t it?” The Duke sighed.

“And some
internal bleeding I believe.” the Jedi groaned.

“Thought so,
MEDIC!”

In police and library could we see them a few months after, and Jango suddenmy realizing how it works good between them? He knew it already but it’s still a shock when he realizes it could be forever, something he wasnt sure he was capable of.

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Tilting his head a
bit, Jango gave a tired grunt as Obi-Wan pressed a soft kiss to his
cheek and managed to mumble out what could have been a good morning
to the newly awoken librarian as he made himself ready for work,
Jango watching him from the table with quiet eyes since the cop had
come in from a late night patrol only an hour ago and hadn’t wanted
to disturb Obi-Wan’s sleep since it was only an hour until he woke.

It was nice to see
the other still a little tousled from his sleep, hair in a mess and
flopped over his forehead with pillow creases on Obi-Wan’s face as
he walked around on sock clad feet in his boxers and most likely
stolen from Rex t-shirt.

Most likely. It
could also be Jango’s though he was rather certain he had lost the
Lord of the Ring t-shirt he got out ages ago…

Wait…

Blinking tiredly,
Jango squinted suspiciously at Obi-Wan. “…Is that my
t-shirt Obi-Wan?” He rasped out.

Giving the other a
guilty look the librarian nodded. “I may have snuck off with it
about eight months ago?” Obi-Wan confessed.

“So when I was
sniffing your beard oil, you were stealing my clothes.” Jango
grunted, smirking when Obi-Wan pouted as he poured his tea into a
thermos for job.  “Well, good to know I wasn’t the only creep.”
He sniggered tiredly.

That had Obi-Wan
rolling his eyes. “To be fair, your move was creepier and at least
I have the excuse that it was laundry day.” He chuckled before
making a clucking noise. “Oh, by the way, mom wanted to know if we
were still on for the weekend, so she knows how much food to make.”
He pulled apple out of the fruit bowl and took the leftovers from
yesterday dinner to stuff into the backpack.

“Yeah of course,
I got work off and all and got both Cody and Rex to promise to cover
any shifts thrown my way.” Jango yawned, standing to get another
kiss as Obi-Wan tied the backpack shut and got ready to head to the
bathroom. “Now, you remembered take your meds?” He eyed the other
when he nodded. “Got a ride back home?” Another nod with a fond
smile and Jango grunted, pulling Obi-Wan into a hug and a last kiss
before they parted for each their own room. “Alright then, love
you.” He yawned, slipping into the bedroom with the tousled sheets.

“Love you too.”
Came the soft, almost breathy call back moments later before the
bathroom door closed.

Muttering a bit,
Jango finally collapsed to bed without worrying about waking Obi-Wan
as he crawled a weary body beneath the duvets that still smelled of
Obi-Wan as he nuzzled the pillows and finally relaxed.

It took his brain
the time that Obi-Wan had finished up and the door closed to realize
what both had said, eyes snapping open to stare into the room.

“…Oh.” He
blinked a few times, heart racing in his chest with adrenaline that
had come out of nowhere as Jango took several deep breaths of
realization.

He utterly loved
Obi-Wan, could imagine seeing his life with him, going to family
dinners to Tahl and Qui-Gon and having the man share everything they
had together.

Heat beat slowly
settling again as he remained tense, Jango reached for his cell and
brought up the message app, sending off a text to Obi-Wan.

-Marry me?-

The reply came only
a minute after.

-Yes. Go out for
dinner?-

Jango chuckled
weakly, eyes wide once more.

-Yes, decide when I
pick you up. Love you Obi-Wan.-

-Love you Jango.-

Staring at the text
for a long moment, Jango finally set the cell down and then stared at
the wall. “… I need to pick up a ring.” He rasped heavily and
then flopped his face back in the pillows, desperate for sleep.

In police and library could we see them a few months after, and Jango suddenmy realizing how it works good between them? He knew it already but it’s still a shock when he realizes it could be forever, something he wasnt sure he was capable of.

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Tilting his head a
bit, Jango gave a tired grunt as Obi-Wan pressed a soft kiss to his
cheek and managed to mumble out what could have been a good morning
to the newly awoken librarian as he made himself ready for work,
Jango watching him from the table with quiet eyes since the cop had
come in from a late night patrol only an hour ago and hadn’t wanted
to disturb Obi-Wan’s sleep since it was only an hour until he woke.

It was nice to see
the other still a little tousled from his sleep, hair in a mess and
flopped over his forehead with pillow creases on Obi-Wan’s face as
he walked around on sock clad feet in his boxers and most likely
stolen from Rex t-shirt.

Most likely. It
could also be Jango’s though he was rather certain he had lost the
Lord of the Ring t-shirt he got out ages ago…

Wait…

Blinking tiredly,
Jango squinted suspiciously at Obi-Wan. “…Is that my
t-shirt Obi-Wan?” He rasped out.

Giving the other a
guilty look the librarian nodded. “I may have snuck off with it
about eight months ago?” Obi-Wan confessed.

“So when I was
sniffing your beard oil, you were stealing my clothes.” Jango
grunted, smirking when Obi-Wan pouted as he poured his tea into a
thermos for job.  “Well, good to know I wasn’t the only creep.”
He sniggered tiredly.

That had Obi-Wan
rolling his eyes. “To be fair, your move was creepier and at least
I have the excuse that it was laundry day.” He chuckled before
making a clucking noise. “Oh, by the way, mom wanted to know if we
were still on for the weekend, so she knows how much food to make.”
He pulled apple out of the fruit bowl and took the leftovers from
yesterday dinner to stuff into the backpack.

“Yeah of course,
I got work off and all and got both Cody and Rex to promise to cover
any shifts thrown my way.” Jango yawned, standing to get another
kiss as Obi-Wan tied the backpack shut and got ready to head to the
bathroom. “Now, you remembered take your meds?” He eyed the other
when he nodded. “Got a ride back home?” Another nod with a fond
smile and Jango grunted, pulling Obi-Wan into a hug and a last kiss
before they parted for each their own room. “Alright then, love
you.” He yawned, slipping into the bedroom with the tousled sheets.

“Love you too.”
Came the soft, almost breathy call back moments later before the
bathroom door closed.

Muttering a bit,
Jango finally collapsed to bed without worrying about waking Obi-Wan
as he crawled a weary body beneath the duvets that still smelled of
Obi-Wan as he nuzzled the pillows and finally relaxed.

It took his brain
the time that Obi-Wan had finished up and the door closed to realize
what both had said, eyes snapping open to stare into the room.

“…Oh.” He
blinked a few times, heart racing in his chest with adrenaline that
had come out of nowhere as Jango took several deep breaths of
realization.

He utterly loved
Obi-Wan, could imagine seeing his life with him, going to family
dinners to Tahl and Qui-Gon and having the man share everything they
had together.

Heat beat slowly
settling again as he remained tense, Jango reached for his cell and
brought up the message app, sending off a text to Obi-Wan.

-Marry me?-

The reply came only
a minute after.

-Yes. Go out for
dinner?-

Jango chuckled
weakly, eyes wide once more.

-Yes, decide when I
pick you up. Love you Obi-Wan.-

-Love you Jango.-

Staring at the text
for a long moment, Jango finally set the cell down and then stared at
the wall. “… I need to pick up a ring.” He rasped heavily and
then flopped his face back in the pillows, desperate for sleep.

Heya! Could we have a bit more about the trampstamp story? How are Obi and Jango faring ?

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Jumping a bit in
surprise when a paper bowl was held out to him, Obi-Wan looked up
only to let out a relieved breath when he saw Jango standing there in
blue civilian clothes, a bomber leather jacket over the blue shirt
with a small smile on his face. “You came.” He stood, taking the
little bowl of ice cream with a growing smile in return.

“Took time for me
to get a landing berth.” Jango murmured and gestured to the little
paper bowl with ice cream and berries chopped onto. “Figured I’d
come with a peace offering for being late. Vanilla ice and
strawberries.” He smirked before sitting down on the bench Obi-Wan
had been waiting on him at.

Laughing faintly,
Obi-Wan settled back down and took the plastic spoon to take a small
nibble. “Good choice. I like most ice creams but vanilla and
strawberries have always been a favorite.” He confessed with a
small hum.

He had actually
been starting to loose hope that Jango would show up since he was
suppose to arrive over half an hour ago at the public part they had
agreed to meet at. One horrid moment he had actually started to
believe that maybe Jango would reject him because he was a Jedi and
that he had only needed some space to figure it out.

But he was there
now, sitting beside Obi-Wan on a stone bench with people walking by
them, having gotten Obi-Wan a sweet treat to make up for being late.

“So I guess its
about time we get to know each other?” Jango suddenly asked,
watching him with the same small smile as before as Obi-Wan continued
steadily making his way through the small, cold treat he had been
given.

“Yes, since we’re
not in trouble or healing at the moment I’d very much like that.”
Obi-Wan grinned at him in return.

With that they
started talking about themselves, each asking questions about the
others history and life when they needed clarification.

It wasn’t so much
learning about each other as bounty hunter and Jedi as learning about
each others as individuals, as just Obi-Wan and just
Jango.

Obi-Wan spoke about
his love of languages and culture, how he preferred a good spot of
tea but had an aching sweet tooth that he just couldn’t help
himself with even if it could become bothersome. Jango in return
spoke about his longing for a family, his enjoyment of the hunt and
the thrill of the chase. He also spoke about the enjoyment and
freedom of having his own ship to roam through the galaxy for all
that it could be hard to keep everything going at times and getting
enough credits.

Both spoke about
dislikes and likes for a long time where at some point Jango had
managed to steal the others hand and lace their fingers together in a
warm fit where he cradled Obi-Wan’s callused hand in his own.

Neither spoke about
where they would live nor how often they would see each other.

Both understood
that their lives as soulmates would not be easy based solely on the
fact that one of them were a bounty hunter and the other a Jedi for
kark sake but at least that meant that Jango could follow if Obi-Wan
was sent far away in the galaxy.

And for now, just
for now they were together and had all the hours of the day to spend
with each other.

Heya! Could we have a bit more about the trampstamp story? How are Obi and Jango faring ?

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Jumping a bit in
surprise when a paper bowl was held out to him, Obi-Wan looked up
only to let out a relieved breath when he saw Jango standing there in
blue civilian clothes, a bomber leather jacket over the blue shirt
with a small smile on his face. “You came.” He stood, taking the
little bowl of ice cream with a growing smile in return.

“Took time for me
to get a landing berth.” Jango murmured and gestured to the little
paper bowl with ice cream and berries chopped onto. “Figured I’d
come with a peace offering for being late. Vanilla ice and
strawberries.” He smirked before sitting down on the bench Obi-Wan
had been waiting on him at.

Laughing faintly,
Obi-Wan settled back down and took the plastic spoon to take a small
nibble. “Good choice. I like most ice creams but vanilla and
strawberries have always been a favorite.” He confessed with a
small hum.

He had actually
been starting to loose hope that Jango would show up since he was
suppose to arrive over half an hour ago at the public part they had
agreed to meet at. One horrid moment he had actually started to
believe that maybe Jango would reject him because he was a Jedi and
that he had only needed some space to figure it out.

But he was there
now, sitting beside Obi-Wan on a stone bench with people walking by
them, having gotten Obi-Wan a sweet treat to make up for being late.

“So I guess its
about time we get to know each other?” Jango suddenly asked,
watching him with the same small smile as before as Obi-Wan continued
steadily making his way through the small, cold treat he had been
given.

“Yes, since we’re
not in trouble or healing at the moment I’d very much like that.”
Obi-Wan grinned at him in return.

With that they
started talking about themselves, each asking questions about the
others history and life when they needed clarification.

It wasn’t so much
learning about each other as bounty hunter and Jedi as learning about
each others as individuals, as just Obi-Wan and just
Jango.

Obi-Wan spoke about
his love of languages and culture, how he preferred a good spot of
tea but had an aching sweet tooth that he just couldn’t help
himself with even if it could become bothersome. Jango in return
spoke about his longing for a family, his enjoyment of the hunt and
the thrill of the chase. He also spoke about the enjoyment and
freedom of having his own ship to roam through the galaxy for all
that it could be hard to keep everything going at times and getting
enough credits.

Both spoke about
dislikes and likes for a long time where at some point Jango had
managed to steal the others hand and lace their fingers together in a
warm fit where he cradled Obi-Wan’s callused hand in his own.

Neither spoke about
where they would live nor how often they would see each other.

Both understood
that their lives as soulmates would not be easy based solely on the
fact that one of them were a bounty hunter and the other a Jedi for
kark sake but at least that meant that Jango could follow if Obi-Wan
was sent far away in the galaxy.

And for now, just
for now they were together and had all the hours of the day to spend
with each other.

just flew through your warriorculture and it totally needs a continuation. Jango has to figure out where to put these former slaves because the system in place will let half of them slip through the cracks. He can’t just bring them all into Mandalorian culture, most of them wouldn’t adapt well, so he has to find another Senator willing to help him sponsor them through the process. (Senator is Moddy’s choice)

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Admittedly, as much
as he respected this man, he was among the last people Duke Jango
Fett had ever envisioned himself working with though than again, he
also had never envisioned himself one of the leading campaigner for
settling freed slaves into normal lives and revamping the current
Senate system for said slaves.

‘Damn Obi-Wan for
making me so soft.’ Jango thought without rancor as he accepted the
mug of ale offered to him and took a small sip to wet his whistle.

“I have to admit,
you are the last man I thought would ever approach me.” Senator
Organa finally offered calmly to him as he watched the Duke with calm
eyes.

Letting out a small
hum, Jango shrugged. “Obi-Wan implied that you had some… brain
behind your election into the Senate. Not just appointment by blood
and power as so many others on the Senate pods.” Jango confessed.

A look of
understanding crossed Organa’s face at that, apparently his and
Obi-Wan’s affair was not as secret as the two were trying to keep
it but maybe that was for the best as Jango knew he would throw his
weight in Obi-Wan’s favor should the Jedi ever need it.

He may not be fond
of Jedi.

But he was more
than fond of Obi-Wan Kenobi who was a dutiful Jedi Knight as far as
he could be and still love Jango in return.

And Obi-Wan’s
recommendation weighed heavily with Jango clearly.

“Well then… its
still going to take us quite some time to go through all the
paperwor-”

“That is what we
have aids for.” Jango dismissed. “I trust mine to alert me to
anything that need changes. The bigger question is, where will these
freed slaves go, what will they do, how will the survive? The current
system is lacking for the ones who fall out and that is too easily,
especially if they are minors or stars forbid, children without
parents.” He grunted before taking a big sip of the cold ale.

Hesitating a bit,
Bail tapped his fingers on his armchair, peeking towards a window. “I
can speak with the Queen of Alderaan. Maybe… some plots of land
could be converted to schools and living quarters for former slaves?
To help them regain their place in the galaxy as long as they need
it. If they can get freeman papers Coruscant, quite a few of them
could get to Alderaan to re-purpose their lives.” He said quietly.

Jango peered at him
in return before humming. “Mandalore can offer the same. I know of
several plots of land that could be used for such a thing that no one
else has claim on except for me as the last Fett alive.” He rubbed
his chin, setting his mug down on the caff table.  “Even an arrange
a few foster families for the youngest.”

Staring at he man
for a long moment, Bail finally took a deep sip of his ale, as if
looking for courage before he spoke. “You’re doing this for
Knight Kenobi, aren’t you?” He murmured. “I heard about the
group of slaves he was involved in freeing and the ruckus he made
about some of them.”

“…Someone has
to do it. But yes, that is my motivator for my actions.” Jango
confessed. If he was going to be working with Bail about this, it was
easier if they knew each others motivations and goals. So this one
time he’d be honest.

Bail let out a hum,
glancing away. “…Love makes us do the craziest of things huh…”

Smirking a bit,
Jango stared at Organa. “You would know, I heard some rumors of
artificial wombs after all.”

The alderaani
senator hummed a bit but didn’t answer, focused on the skyline as
he took another deep sip and Jango, content not to devolve deeper
into the subject, joined him in looking out the window. After all,
the Senate had a perfect view of the Jedi temple from this position.

just flew through your warriorculture and it totally needs a continuation. Jango has to figure out where to put these former slaves because the system in place will let half of them slip through the cracks. He can’t just bring them all into Mandalorian culture, most of them wouldn’t adapt well, so he has to find another Senator willing to help him sponsor them through the process. (Senator is Moddy’s choice)

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Admittedly, as much
as he respected this man, he was among the last people Duke Jango
Fett had ever envisioned himself working with though than again, he
also had never envisioned himself one of the leading campaigner for
settling freed slaves into normal lives and revamping the current
Senate system for said slaves.

‘Damn Obi-Wan for
making me so soft.’ Jango thought without rancor as he accepted the
mug of ale offered to him and took a small sip to wet his whistle.

“I have to admit,
you are the last man I thought would ever approach me.” Senator
Organa finally offered calmly to him as he watched the Duke with calm
eyes.

Letting out a small
hum, Jango shrugged. “Obi-Wan implied that you had some… brain
behind your election into the Senate. Not just appointment by blood
and power as so many others on the Senate pods.” Jango confessed.

A look of
understanding crossed Organa’s face at that, apparently his and
Obi-Wan’s affair was not as secret as the two were trying to keep
it but maybe that was for the best as Jango knew he would throw his
weight in Obi-Wan’s favor should the Jedi ever need it.

He may not be fond
of Jedi.

But he was more
than fond of Obi-Wan Kenobi who was a dutiful Jedi Knight as far as
he could be and still love Jango in return.

And Obi-Wan’s
recommendation weighed heavily with Jango clearly.

“Well then… its
still going to take us quite some time to go through all the
paperwor-”

“That is what we
have aids for.” Jango dismissed. “I trust mine to alert me to
anything that need changes. The bigger question is, where will these
freed slaves go, what will they do, how will the survive? The current
system is lacking for the ones who fall out and that is too easily,
especially if they are minors or stars forbid, children without
parents.” He grunted before taking a big sip of the cold ale.

Hesitating a bit,
Bail tapped his fingers on his armchair, peeking towards a window. “I
can speak with the Queen of Alderaan. Maybe… some plots of land
could be converted to schools and living quarters for former slaves?
To help them regain their place in the galaxy as long as they need
it. If they can get freeman papers Coruscant, quite a few of them
could get to Alderaan to re-purpose their lives.” He said quietly.

Jango peered at him
in return before humming. “Mandalore can offer the same. I know of
several plots of land that could be used for such a thing that no one
else has claim on except for me as the last Fett alive.” He rubbed
his chin, setting his mug down on the caff table.  “Even an arrange
a few foster families for the youngest.”

Staring at he man
for a long moment, Bail finally took a deep sip of his ale, as if
looking for courage before he spoke. “You’re doing this for
Knight Kenobi, aren’t you?” He murmured. “I heard about the
group of slaves he was involved in freeing and the ruckus he made
about some of them.”

“…Someone has
to do it. But yes, that is my motivator for my actions.” Jango
confessed. If he was going to be working with Bail about this, it was
easier if they knew each others motivations and goals. So this one
time he’d be honest.

Bail let out a hum,
glancing away. “…Love makes us do the craziest of things huh…”

Smirking a bit,
Jango stared at Organa. “You would know, I heard some rumors of
artificial wombs after all.”

The alderaani
senator hummed a bit but didn’t answer, focused on the skyline as
he took another deep sip and Jango, content not to devolve deeper
into the subject, joined him in looking out the window. After all,
the Senate had a perfect view of the Jedi temple from this position.

In trampinstamp, can Jango and Obi-Wan meet again? Does Jango search for him or it is just good luck?

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Opening his eyes slowly, Obi-Wan stared
up at the ceiling in confusion as he wondered what had woken him up.

Considering he was full of drugs thanks
to the medics, he shouldn’t really be asleep, not to mention that
Qui-Gon had also sent him into a deep sleep with a pointed Force
suggestion and said man was asleep in the chair beside the med bed.

And then he sees the shadow by the open
window.

A smile curled his lips slowly. “Hello
there.” Obi-Wan whispered in greeting as what had awoken him past
it all made perfect sense as Jango stepped closer to the bed with a
wary glance towards Qui-Gon. “Don’t worry, he won’t wake.”
Obi-Wan assured.

That caused Jango to relax a bit as he
reached out to brush his the back of his hand over Obi-Wan’s brow.
“Your fever is gone.” He murmured quietly, resting his hand on
the furry cheek.

“Mmmn, yes. The medics had me on
drugs pretty fast to purge it.” He murmured in turn while letting
out a deep breath. “And had bacta on the injuries after cleaning
out infection.”  Obi-Wan sighed before flickering his eyes over
Jango again and beaming. “You got your armor.” The Jedi said in
delight.

Glancing at Qui-Gon once more to check
he was still asleep, Jango slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and
pulled off his gloves to take Obi-Wan’s hands in his own bared ones
now, stroking them slowly as warm skin meet each other. “…We will
need to talk about everything properly eventually. But here and now
seems like a bad idea. You are going back to Coruscant are you not?”
The bounty hunter rumbled.

“Tomorrow yes, as soon as the medics
write me out. Qui-Gon has already arranged a transport for us
midday.” He yawned quietly while squeezing Jango’s hands.

“I’ll follow.” Jango murmured.
“The rest of the team is going back to the person who hired us and
one of them I trust enough to make sure I get my share.” He smirked
a bit, chuckling quietly when Obi-Wan smiled in dry amusement.

“Gee, one of them only?” Obi-Wan
teased.

Lifting the hands, Jango pressed a soft
kiss to them. “Do you have a comm I can contact you on?” He added
against the callused and still scratched up skin.

Nodding, Obi-Wan gave him the numbers
which Jango quickly typed into his own before picking up the hands
again, needing the skin to skin touch now that they had found each
other. “…It feels like I spent a lifetime waiting for you,
holding my breath.” Obi-Wan murmured quietly.

“You and me both.” Jango confessed
equally softly, brushing his lips once more over the hands, resting
his lips to the knuckles. “Waiting to come home…”

Oh Obi-Wan hoped Jango couldn’t see
him blush in the very dim light of the room. “Yes.” He added.

“I get to see your mark right? Next
time we meet, I will see it?” Jango requested, peering at Obi-Wan
over the hands and smiling against the skin when Obi-Wan nodded
shyly. “Good. Because I spent years dreaming about seeing it on
someone else now, waiting years to see it.”

Obi-Wan would have replied to that,
hadn’t Qui-Gon suddenly grunted and shifted which caused both Jango
and Obi-Wan to freeze with their grips tight on each others hands
before the Mando’a slowly eased his hands free and got to his feet
as he kept his eyes on Qui-Gon as he backed his way to the window.

“…Coruscant. I’ll see you on
Coruscant ner runi laar.” Jango whispered before climbing out the
window as Obi-Wan watched.

And yet he seemed to hesitate once
outside.

Finally he took a deep, sharp breath
and nodded to Obi-Wan before disappearing quickly into the dark with
Obi-Wan watching his shadowed form until he was sure the bounty
hunter was gone. Only then did he allow himself to settle back in his
bed and close his eyes, never spotting blue eyes opening quickly to
focus on him or the small, exasperated smile crossing a bearded face
as Obi-Wan fell back into healing sleep.

In trampinstamp, can Jango and Obi-Wan meet again? Does Jango search for him or it is just good luck?

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Opening his eyes slowly, Obi-Wan stared
up at the ceiling in confusion as he wondered what had woken him up.

Considering he was full of drugs thanks
to the medics, he shouldn’t really be asleep, not to mention that
Qui-Gon had also sent him into a deep sleep with a pointed Force
suggestion and said man was asleep in the chair beside the med bed.

And then he sees the shadow by the open
window.

A smile curled his lips slowly. “Hello
there.” Obi-Wan whispered in greeting as what had awoken him past
it all made perfect sense as Jango stepped closer to the bed with a
wary glance towards Qui-Gon. “Don’t worry, he won’t wake.”
Obi-Wan assured.

That caused Jango to relax a bit as he
reached out to brush his the back of his hand over Obi-Wan’s brow.
“Your fever is gone.” He murmured quietly, resting his hand on
the furry cheek.

“Mmmn, yes. The medics had me on
drugs pretty fast to purge it.” He murmured in turn while letting
out a deep breath. “And had bacta on the injuries after cleaning
out infection.”  Obi-Wan sighed before flickering his eyes over
Jango again and beaming. “You got your armor.” The Jedi said in
delight.

Glancing at Qui-Gon once more to check
he was still asleep, Jango slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and
pulled off his gloves to take Obi-Wan’s hands in his own bared ones
now, stroking them slowly as warm skin meet each other. “…We will
need to talk about everything properly eventually. But here and now
seems like a bad idea. You are going back to Coruscant are you not?”
The bounty hunter rumbled.

“Tomorrow yes, as soon as the medics
write me out. Qui-Gon has already arranged a transport for us
midday.” He yawned quietly while squeezing Jango’s hands.

“I’ll follow.” Jango murmured.
“The rest of the team is going back to the person who hired us and
one of them I trust enough to make sure I get my share.” He smirked
a bit, chuckling quietly when Obi-Wan smiled in dry amusement.

“Gee, one of them only?” Obi-Wan
teased.

Lifting the hands, Jango pressed a soft
kiss to them. “Do you have a comm I can contact you on?” He added
against the callused and still scratched up skin.

Nodding, Obi-Wan gave him the numbers
which Jango quickly typed into his own before picking up the hands
again, needing the skin to skin touch now that they had found each
other. “…It feels like I spent a lifetime waiting for you,
holding my breath.” Obi-Wan murmured quietly.

“You and me both.” Jango confessed
equally softly, brushing his lips once more over the hands, resting
his lips to the knuckles. “Waiting to come home…”

Oh Obi-Wan hoped Jango couldn’t see
him blush in the very dim light of the room. “Yes.” He added.

“I get to see your mark right? Next
time we meet, I will see it?” Jango requested, peering at Obi-Wan
over the hands and smiling against the skin when Obi-Wan nodded
shyly. “Good. Because I spent years dreaming about seeing it on
someone else now, waiting years to see it.”

Obi-Wan would have replied to that,
hadn’t Qui-Gon suddenly grunted and shifted which caused both Jango
and Obi-Wan to freeze with their grips tight on each others hands
before the Mando’a slowly eased his hands free and got to his feet
as he kept his eyes on Qui-Gon as he backed his way to the window.

“…Coruscant. I’ll see you on
Coruscant ner runi laar.” Jango whispered before climbing out the
window as Obi-Wan watched.

And yet he seemed to hesitate once
outside.

Finally he took a deep, sharp breath
and nodded to Obi-Wan before disappearing quickly into the dark with
Obi-Wan watching his shadowed form until he was sure the bounty
hunter was gone. Only then did he allow himself to settle back in his
bed and close his eyes, never spotting blue eyes opening quickly to
focus on him or the small, exasperated smile crossing a bearded face
as Obi-Wan fell back into healing sleep.

Sweethoney, reeeaaally? So, how many of the ‘scentless’ Jedi ARE omegas?? And how many of the clones landing in the arena are knocked out of their socks by the sudden scent of omegas in peril?? (If the Force, like Murphy, is a bitch, more than one older implant will be hit?)

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Oh karking sweet
stars above.

Jango can hardly
focus on the Geonosians around them, can hardly shoot straight as he
fights the urge to flip out or gag and throw up, the scent of several
omegas dead around him something he can not and will not
ignore as he huffs and shoots with his back to Obi-Wan’s as much as
he can.

Occasionally
however his back will be to another Jedi and though he wants to raise
hackles, mid-fight is not the time for it as he continues to weave
and dodge and hit true aim on the bugs because there are omega
Jedi in the station that’s been killed.

He can smell a few
alphas too, hear them because regardless if they are scentless, they
can smell their fallen members and it seems an alpha Jedi is
not so different from Jango after all as he spots a human quickly
swipe her hand over the pulse point of an omega in the sand before
snarling loudly and taking the head off one of the Geonosians before
forcefully checking herself.

He reminds himself
of that when he stands there in the tight circles of Jedi that are
doomed, huffing deeply to remind himself he has his mate at his back.
Reminding himself to stay true because he has a mate now even if said
mate is Jedi and Count Dooku’s offer is no longer as tempting as it
once was as Obi-Wan kneels by a Jedi to check on their status.

And then Jango’s
clones enter the battlefield and oh they turn the tide with ferocious
snarls that would freeze the blood in the veins of lesser alphas.

Because they too
can smell.

And they were made
for the Jedi.

They aren’t mated
to any of them but they react just as Jango does, the hind alpha mind
telling them everything they need to know. There are omegas in danger
and some already dead or requiring medical aid.

And they will get
them to safety and get the injured medical aid.

Its kind of a blur
after that Jango has to admit, the presence of too much hormones and
battle haze is usually enough to blur defined actions in the best of
times that does not involve dead omegas but he remembers the feel of
Obi-Wan beside him, Obi-Wan’s arm pressed to his on the gunship,
the weight of the others gaze on him, the search for comfort that is
silently given before Obi-Wan runs off to confront and arrest the
Count.

And then its over
and Obi-Wan is injured and sour smelling and Jango can barely resist
the urge to pull him out of the medbed and into his arms. He resist,
knows better but the urge is there as he carefully slips his hand
over the others cheek and then lets his fingers brush over the bacta
patch on the arm, quite aware of its twin on the others thigh.

Skywalker lays in
the bed beside, quietly watching with an arm missing from elbow and
down and is also sour smelling of distress and pain with the notes of
painkillers beneath that. He’s not the only one, there are many
Jedi laying quietly while half observing Jango and Obi-Wan, some
smell like alphas and some like omegas.

Most smell like
omegas actually.

‘Injured means
not dead though.’ Jango reminds himself. ‘Injured means recovery
can happen for all they are bed laid at the moment.’ He’s not
sure what comes now, he’s not sure where he and Obi-Wan is left
with the Jedi’s rules but for now there are ample of omegas and
alphas and the secret has been broken.

The Order will have
to change.

And Jango will not
let go of Obi-Wan now that he has finally found him.

And from the way
Obi-Wan clings to his hand in return when Jango finally grasps it, he
does not think Obi-Wan wants to let go either.