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Hi Moody, In Secretwecarry, what happens once they reach Coruscant? Is Obi-wan forced to be transferred to the Halls of Healing and the Jedi become aware of just how bad off he is? Or does he manage to talk his way out of it for now?

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Opening his eyes at the slow rubbing of the inside of his right wrist as someone held it gently, Obi-Wan blinked tiredly up at the ceiling before tilting his head to look at the person holding his hand.

Though he honestly already knew who it was, feeling Helix unique aura, it was the reason he wasn’t automatically panicking at having someone touch him.

The medic was smiling kindly, sitting at Obi-Wan’s bedside once more. The medic had been doing that a lot, from the moment they had departed their camp and returned to the Negotiator, keeping track with Obi-Wan and at this point, the Jedi half suspected that Helix was taking naps just keep a steady schedule with him.

His hair was undone, the curly length hanging around his shoulders and covering the shaven sides of Helix head though Obi-Wan could barely tell in the dim light of the medbay, indicating clearly that it was the scheduled ‘night’ time of the ship. “We’ve reached Coruscant.” The medic whispered, answering an unasked question.

Obi-Wan had requested to know when they reached Coruscant and clearly, despite it being in the middle of the night, Helix had respected that desire.

Glancing about, Obi-Wan squinted up at the IV line before sighing and looking at the other. “Another nutrient bag?” He rasped out resignedly as he took in this one was full compared to the almost empty one he had a few hours ago.

Reaching over to the stand beside him, Helix picked up an icy chip from a cup, feeding it to Obi-Wan. The chip quickly melted due to its small size and the Jedi gratefully swallowed the water, opening his mouth for another as Helix answered. “You’re much too thin General. I know you’re doing your best but… I worry for you sir, the nutrient bag is a precaution for now.” Helix stated quietly as Obi-Wan sucked on the second, bigger ice chip.

The words were gentle and had no trace of scolding or ire and Obi-Wan couldn’t dredge up shame at them, not in the face of the medic’s understanding and genuine care.

“And if you decide to keep the fetus, then you will need the nutrients sir.” Helix continued softly.

Those words felt like an icy bucket however and Obi-Wan glanced down at himself, staring at the bump of his stomach as he was now fully awake with a wash of complicated emotions.

He looked back at Helix when the medic squeezed his wrist though, his fellow redhead still smiling softly when he found Obi-Wan’s eyes back on him. “You don’t have to make a decision yet sir, I’ve told you before and I will tell you again, you have time and no one but you has the right to decide what happens next.” Helix said seriously, going back to slowly rubbing the inside of Obi-Wan’s wrist again.

‘You say that… but I got a feeling a few people would take issue with my decisions anyhow.’ Obi-Wan mused tiredly to himself as he shifted and turned his hand, grasping Helix with his own.

The medic allowed it, thumbing over the back of his hand instead in uneven circles as Obi-Wan glanced up at the Iv drip.

The silence was comfortable between the two, Obi-Wan settling and Helix simply bringing comfort in the best way the medic knew, silence and a tender touch.

The silence allowed Obi-Wan to think and slowly he looked away from the Iv drip to Helix, the medic raising a curious brow at the look in his General eyes. “Sir?” He prodded, recognizing that Obi-Wan wasn’t going to speak first.

Licking his lips, Obi-Wan let out a deep sigh. “I don’t… want to be on Coruscant. I don’t want to go to the temple. I just…” Obi-Wan’s bottom lip trembled before he pulled his emotions together again and let out a far deeper, tired sigh than the first one. “I don’t want to be here.” He settled on, peering imploringly up at Helix.

“General, I’m not sure…” Helix hesitated before his face went tight. “We’ll figure something out General. I’ll speak with the Commander… maybe he and General Skywalker can do something.” Helix looked so determined that Obi-Wan only nodded.

Helix had been standing by him every moment since he came back, how could Obi-Wan do anything but believe that the other would at least try.

For secret we carry, how is the rest of the 212th handling the fact that obi wan was raped and is now pregnant? Are they feeling guilty, protective, shocked?

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Try as they might, with people as tightly wound as the clones, nothing really remains a secret, not really.

And it doesn’t take long for the news about their Jedi to make the rounds, everyone learning just how badly off Obi-Wan Kenobi is, how much he has suffered. From his own genetics working against him due to their hurt at him doing his duty, a duty them as troopers should have understood to what had happened during said duty.

Soldiers they might be, clones, but they are also human and just like any other human, they make mistakes.

And they have made a huge one with their General and the guilt will gnaw deeply for weeks to come as they realize that at the very least, they could have prevented some of what the other is going through.

It doesn’t help that Skywalker is storming around like a thundercloud with a nervous commander Tano following him everywhere or that commander Cody is staring at blankly. The atmosphere of the base is overall just ruined and no one quite knows how to fix it or bring it up.

Not that war generally made it easy to keep your mood up but still, somehow, this makes everything worse.

“Don’t we need to inform the high council?” Someone had asked and after that the mood had dropped even lower.

Because the idea of having to expose their General in such a manner…

But did they really have any options?

They couldn’t remain in battle with Obi-Wan as he was and therefore they were forced to indeed contact the high council.

What exactly was said, no one really knew, General Skywalker, Commander Cody and Captain Rex tight-lipped about it but they were being told to hold base for General Luminara and Commander Offee coming to take command along with General Koon.

212th and 501st are being recalled to Coruscant, though why the latter was being recalled was rather unclear even if they were grateful.

“General Skywalker argued it,” Rex later admitted to Jesse, a few troopers eavesdropping on the two. “High council listened to him when he spoke this time, about how General Kenobi would need the support of someone he knows and how with the General, their bond has always helped with the leptin resistance. Some kinda Force osik, you know.” He sighed deeply.

It still does nothing to ease the guilt they feel.

Especially as Helix and Kix has barred anyone not Skywalker, Tano, Cody or Rex from the medbay unless its an actual case.

“General Kenobi doesn’t need anyone tripping over their own egos right now,” Helix snapped out, hands on his hips with Kix right behind him, nodding seriously with an icy look in his eyes. “He needs rest and relaxation and to actually eat. He has a major decision to make about his own body and the last thing he needs are anyone feeding him any ideas!” The medic had snapped.

And that was something none of them had considered.

Their General was skinny as a rail, that they knew now.

No fat at all on his body and maybe he had also gotten to the point his body was cannibalizing the muscle tissue too.

It was the baby bump that made him look as if he was… well, normal.

That and his clothes hiding things.

But he wasn’t healthy, far from it. Was it even safe for him to carry a child to term?

It was a question they had to carry along with the knowledge that the baby was the result of a rape.

Something Cody couldn’t forget at all as he sat on a crate, having opted to take first guard on the west side of the camp for the night. “I’m going to knock out Fox.” He mumbled, a cup of cold caff held in his hands.

Rex, who had signed on with Cody when he heard what the other was up to, peered at his vod before sighing and sitting down beside him on the crate. “I don’t think Fox was involved in this at all,” He stated before raising his hands when Cody shot him a glare. “But you might want to have a talk with him, pull up some records… we could get a lead then when we get back to Coruscant.” He stated more seriously.

Cody just sulked, going back to staring at his cold caff as Rex stared up at the starry sky.

How long they remained quiet, neither was sure before Rex slowly asked the question the entire camp was wondering. “Do… Do you think he’s going to keep it?” The captain questioned cautiously, knowing how volatile and protective Cody was of his General, especially now, wrecked with guilt and remorse as he was.

Shrugging faintly, Cody let out a deep breath. “I don’t know. He’s… not well. Physically or mentally. And Helix isn’t letting anyone talk to him about the baby at all, we’re mostly just reporting info to the General.” He whispered.

Rex nodded at that, breathing out heavily. “So its a waiting game…” He settled on, both going quiet once more. Though the silence didn’t last as another thought occurred to Rex. “You might want to be quick if you want to find his rapist and get a shot.” He warned.

Cody blinked, glancing at his vod with a raised brow that reminded Rex quite a lot of the man’s own General.

“When Skywalker learns who it was…” Rex stated, both brows raised and Cody let out an understanding noise before snorting.

“Its just a question of who gets there first. General Skywalker has to appear before the high General’s and has a commander to care for… I don’t.” He murmured, his smile sharp and humorless.

A question of who got there first.

the newest secretwecarry is hurting, moddy. was it a vod??? or was it a criminal???? poor obi didn’t even know about it… also helix is best medic

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Clones Obi-Wan had found, were some of the most honorable people he had encountered, they had their own moral code that he couldn’t believe the Kamino’s had instilled into them but they had developed on their own.

And when he had been undercover as Hardeen, Obi-Wan had expected that something could happen to him in jail and the guards looking away, had mentally prepared himself for a hell of a beating he’d have to heal from.

Being cornered in the shower by other inmates, seeing the light of the cam go dark and knowing that no one would becoming for him if he yelled…

Well, their own moral code.

He didn’t think they expected what the other prisoners in the fresher had done though, he got medical attention right afterward and the clone guards that had been stationed outside the fresher had looked surprise to even see him alive before their face had gone stony.

They had escorted him to the medical wing of the prison and… well, treated.

Roughly but still treated.

He hadn’t seen any of those prisoners after either, heard whispers about isolation and futive looks in his direction. Getting one up on Hardeen the Jedi killer, killer of the Negotiator… well, status. Which was why Obi-Wan had stabbed that karkarodon and… pretty much threatened to eat him basically.

He didn’t want to go through another cornering, the reputation of insanity and getting Eval attention helped as no one was crazy enough to go up against the insane phindian after he made it clear that ‘Rako Hardeen’ was in his sight.

The thing though was that Hardeen was from Concord Dawn and males from Concord Dawn were not known for carrying offspring, he had not been screened for that at all.

Hell, he hadn’t even thought about it and he had broken out of the prison three days later, his blood work still in the med wing of the prison, stims in his blood.

And after that…

Well, he’d gone to the healers once he returned but outside of a quick blood sample, Obi-Wan had managed to squirm himself out of anything else with an easy fib slipping his lips, avoiding what had happened in the prison and internally wincing at the slightly judging look the healer had given him for lack of using protection.

He’d just been so exhausted, he didn’t want to have to deal with anything else after being kriffing Hardeen but of course, the backlash of his faked death had come hitting and… well.

Now this.

A baby.

Thankfully, Helix had recognized that Obi-Wan couldn’t handle anymore today and had ushered both Anakin and Cody out, his voice stern but low as he left the bed to physically push both out it seemed like.

When he returned, he had a tray with him, Ahsoka having been on the other side of the door.

Obi-Wan hoped she hadn’t heard them.

“General?” He opened his eyes at the low voice, peering up at Helix tiredly as the man stood there with the tray in hand, a small smile on his face as he sat down on the bedside again. “Think you can eat a little bit? You don’t have to finish it but I’d like it if you tried.” The medic stated softly.

Glancing warily at the tray, Obi-Wan shuffled against the headboard, letting out a low noise when Helix rested the tray on his own lap to fiddle with the bed controls, raising the head area enough for Obi-Wan to almost feel like he was sitting in a reclined position instead of laying.

It gave him a vantage to see what the tray contained.

A small bowl of a lukewarm, thin vegetable soup, a few salty crackers from the sight of it, a cup of tea and diced up fruits in a cup if Obi-Wan’s eyes weren’t seeing wrong.

He didn’t feel hunger but Helix looked so hopeful…

Slowly, he nodded. “I… I think I could eat some.” He whispered, reaching for the spoon only for his hand to tremble, a humiliated flush aching through him at the sight and when he tried with his other, it just hurt due to the IV line with the drip he was still getting.

He dropped his hands back in his lap and nervously glanced at the medic.

Helix however said nothing, simply took the spoon from the bowl and the bowl in his other hand and carefully lifted the bowl and spoon to Obi-Wan’s mouth to avoid dripping, smiling slightly with one stray red curl falling out of his top bun as he offered a spoonful of vegetable soup.

No judgment, no harshness and no turning away, just Helix, who had smiled slightly at him and set his medication when he returned to the Negotiator a small thrum of hurt in him but mostly just relief at having his General back.

Awkwardly, Obi-Wan smiled back before opening his mouth, letting Helix feed him. “Easy does it General, one step at a time.”

There would be no way Obi-Wan could eat the entire tray but… for Helix, maybe he could eat at least half of it.

Maybe.

For secretwecarry, what does Helix think of this? Could we get his POV, him just bring so angry that it got to this point and so protective of his general who is so fragile right now?

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The General looks like he’s been slapped, staring at Helix with wide eyes and Helix is grateful that Kix has elected to enter the medbay office, to give the privacy.

General Skywalker was right, Obi-Wan had no idea he was pregnant and the ramification of it was hitting him hard from the sights of it, Helix itching to sedate the man.

But Obi-Wan spiraled too rapidly for him to even move, somehow going even paler, his eyes growing glassy yet his pupils growing huge as his breathing was speeding up before he turned over the side of the bed with no one on and throwing up the meager contents of his stomach, consisting mostly of bile from the sight and smell of it.

Everyone jumped at it but Helix simply cursed and shoved Cody out of the way, waiting for the General to be done before pulling him back and checking on the eyes of the trembling Jedi. “Little gods,” He hissed before grabbing the controls of the bed, raising the back of the bed so Obi-Wan rose a bit up “He’s having a mental breakdown, General Skywalker, can yo-”

The blond reached out before Helix finished his words, putting his hand to Kenobi’s temple. “Relax.” The command was almost enough to put Helix under by proximity, only stubborn will keeping him from succumbing at all as Obi-Wan eyes slipped shut reluctantly, the other dropping back into the pillow with bile hanging onto his lip and chin, shiny and rancid smelling as the puddle beside the bed.

Helix shook himself, cursing quietly as he sat down on the bedside and reached for the flannel on the nightstand beside the bed he had been using to clean Obi-Wan’s face for blood earlier, gently cleaning the bile off the other’s face.

Obi-Wan was still trembling and his pulse was a rapid thrum but other than that, the signs of his shock had diminished. “That’s it General, easy, breath, you’re alright.” Helix coaxed gently, ignoring Cody moving to get a cleaning droid to work on the puddle.

He also ignored Skywalker having moved back to the foot of the bed, hovering like a vulture with wide, blue eyes.

Right now he had a priority patient to get to calm down and assess.

Because frankly, Obi-Wan’s reaction was a lot more troubling with the information Helix as a medic had.

Because Helix was fully aware that when General Kenobi returned to them, his hair shorter than most shiny’s and his face just a scruff of copper, he also came back with antibiotics for syphilis and medications to deal with the side effects the antibiotics would cause him.

He had his suspicions from the get go and as a medic, he would never show anyone out of his medbay.

So he had gone about it as carefully as he could, ensuring that his General got the doses set daily.

And thank all little gods that the antibiotics hadn’t been taken orally, because if it was, then Helix would most likely have to be concerned about Obi-Wan’s stomach lining too even more than he already was.

Old school antibiotics could cause several worrisome side effects his General did not need added on top of all the other stuff.

Setting the flannel away, Helix instead reached up and gently thumbed the General’s temple, his palm cupping half of the others cheek. “General, can you open your eyes for me?” He stated quietly, smiling what he hoped was a kind smile when the General did, staring up at him with glassy eyes. “Good, good. You understand me right?”

Obi-Wan nodded slightly, awareness in his eyes despite how glassy they were.

That was good too, he was worried, he had a nasty little fit and Helix… well, he needed to ask some frank questions. “Good,” He praised again before taking a deep breath as his Jedi continued to peer blearily up at him. “General, I’m sorry but I’m going to have to ask some very frank questions, they’ll be yes or no but they will be invasive and I apologize but you need to answer me.” He continued, keeping his voice soft and steady.

A bit of wariness entered Obi-Wan’s eyes but he gave another nod and Helix didn’t allow him to look anywhere but at the medic.

No where but at his smiling medic with his hand on his cheek. “Very good General. You haven’t had sex, have you?” Slowly, Obi-Wan shook his head and Helix felt his heart sink. He had so hoped that the answer would be positive, that the General just had an indiscretion. He was only mortal after all, people made mistakes.

The medbay seemed so stifling suddenly, as if it was anticipating Helix next question.

He didn’t want to ask.

He hadn’t even when he saw the prescription and Obi-Wan’s wary eyes.

He had just done his duty as the medic, smiling gently at Obi-Wan and watched the Jedi relax.

Now he had to do more. “But you were raped, weren’t you General?” He asked softly, steady. He ignored General Skywalker little hiccup, the way his mech hand was bending the metal of the foot end rail of the bed.

He ignored the sound of plastoid armor rubbing against plastoid as Cody clenched his hands on his vambraces.

He kept his focus on his General.

The General that was currently hesitating, Obi-Wan staring up at him, the man that would most likely not be telling him any of this had he been at full health and rationality.

Slowly, he nodded and the air felt like it had left the medbay, Obi-Wan so tired looking as his eyes watered. Helix nodded too, stroking his temple slowly with his thumb. “Late in the undercover mission?” He asked.

A small head shake, eyes not moving from Helix.

“…Early in it… the prison?” Helix mouth felt so dry and he started praying that a vode hadn’t… that Obi-Wan hadn’t been violated by a vode.

Another nod and Obi-Wan closed his eyes tightly, shaking still and Helix breathed out.

He wouldn’t get more from the General and for now, he had more than enough news as he murmured softly in mando’a, stroking the others temple as he ignored the other two inhabitants of the medbay.

SecretWeCarry, oh no! It just keeps getting worse for Obi-Wan, doesn’t it? Like Cody, I’m hoping that it *somehow* wasn’t rape (tho Obi-Wan doesn’t seem the ‘casual dalliance’ type). I think it would affect the troops just as much Obi-Wan (in different ways, of course), just cuz their guilt would be so strong: they weren’t THERE for him, even if they didn’t know. Cuz he’s their General, you know? (If it WAS rape, tho, there’s def room for comfort/growth/what-have-you. Either way, I’m excited!)

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Waking slowly, Obi-Wan knows where he is before he ever opens his eyes or tries stretching his Force senses.

The smell of the medbay, any healing facility really, are too distinct for him to not recognize the smell and Obi-Wan wonders what he’s managed to do this time to land himself in a medbed. It was a nice bed though, warm, a part of him wanted to simply lay there.

But his consciousness was surfacing more and more, alerting him to several sensations. His face was numb, his hand itched, he needed to pee and his mouth was so dry.

Finally he opened his eyes only to close them immediately, wincing a bit at the bright light shining down on him.

He must have made a noise too, because there was a small clatter. “General?”

Helix, that was Helix and Obi-Wan forced his eyes open, squinting up to see the other standing over him, his face drawn with concern before smiling at him though it was wiped when Obi-Wan tried to respond, only to gurgle.

He reached for something, Obi-Wan letting out a small whine of relief when the medic brought a cup with a straw in into view, his mouth quickly wrapping around the offered straw. “Easy General, slow sips.” Helix murmured and reluctantly Obi-Wan listened, swishing the water slightly around his mouth before swallowing.

As he did, his eyes adjusted to the light too along with his awareness, telling him that not only was he in the medbay, but so was Cody, Ahsoka and Anakin, all three of them watching him from the foot of the bed, former two standing and Anakin sitting on a chair.

‘What happened to me…’ Obi-Wan last memory hadn’t been of battle but in the hallway, so why was he in the medbay with everyone watching him?

When Helix pulled back with the now empty cup, Obi-Wan shuffled his elbows under himself, noting the Iv line as he tried to press himself up only to fall back with a soft grunt of surprise.

“Hey, hey, no General, stay down, your body hasn’t taken in the full Iv bag yet, just let things be a bit more.” Helix was back, pressing one hand to Obi-Wan’s shoulder and the other to his neck, two fingers pressed to Obi-Wan’s pulse point.

It caused the side effect of Helix almost cupping Obi-Wan’s cheek, his thumb resting slightly above the edge of the beard and Obi-Wan pressed into the kind touch almost subconsciously.

He could see Helix eyes soften at the move, the man able to feel Obi-Wan press into his hand but before Obi-Wan could feel too embarrassed, Helix gently swiped his thumb over Obi-Wan’s cheek in an affectionate touch.

The first in weeks.

It almost made Obi-Wan cry, his eyes watering and he shut them tightly to prevent the others from seeing it.

“What… happened?” He mumbled instead, his thick voice being hopefully played off as sleep instead of an emotional turmoil, opening his eyes as Helix pulled back.

Anakin shifted forward and Obi-Wan tensed, awaiting the sharp words he was sure to receive, every time they spoke, Anakin was less than happy these days. “Your brilliant genes kicked in master,” Anakin stated but while the words weren’t the most pleasant, his tone was… subdued. Obi-Wan blinked at him. “Leptin resistance syndrome, Obi-Wan.” He tacked on when it was clear Obi-Wan was missing his mark.

Blinking heavily, Obi-Wan opened his mouth before closing it, brows bunching up as he squinted at the ceiling.

Several seconds ticked by before he let out a small hum. “Oh.”

“Oh? Oh is all you have to say?” Anakin bit out before sighing deeply when Obi-Wan just shrugged, settling his elbows on his knees. “Obi-Wan, you weigh ninety nine Ibs according to Helix and Kix. That’s about forty five kg for you in convert.” He stated darkly, eyes narrowed at him.

“A little more than last time then, seems my tolerances for leptin resistance hasn’t improved.” Obi-Wan chuckled faintly before blinking when Anakin went bug eyed, the blond leaping to his feet to stare down at him.

Then he turned his head to look at Helix, mouth opening and closing sharply.

“Commander,” Helix stated, checking on the Iv bag before snorting when both Cody and Ahsoka turned to him. “Commander Tano,” He amended, smiling at the girl. “I sent a message to the mess hall, would you go by and pickup a tray for the General, he needs to start eating a bit.” The medic calmly asked.

Blinking, Ahsoka glanced at Obi-Wan, relaxing slightly when he just smiled at her. “Sure Helix, I can do that if Kix is busy going through the tests still. I’ll see you in a bit again master Obi-Wan.” She settled, heading to the door with swift steps.

Of course, Helix had simply sent her away with a good excuse, which was clear to Obi-Wan when Anakin exploded. “You don’t know!” Anakin levered a finger at him, looking a mix between horrified and incensed at the same time.

Blinking, letting out a low noise when Cody moved forward and laid a protective hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, the redhead blinked up at his former padawan, utterly bemused before he turned his head to look at Helix instead.

The medic stared back at him with an evaluating look before breathing out heavily, realizing the same thing as Anakin.

Whatever that was. ‘What is it I don’t know? Did I pickup something more while I wasn’t eating?’ Obi-Wan mused only for his brain to come to a screaming halt at Helix words.

“General… you’re pregnant.”

Hi Moody, 1) I hope you enjoy your break!!!! 2)Can we see what happens next in Secretwecarry? Do Kix and Helix find out Obi-wan is pregnant and using fetus gestation, guesstimate the conception date would be sometime between the week before his «death» and the week he was in prison?

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Pacing back and forth by the door where there was the most free space, Anakin glanced to the bed where Obi-Wan was currently settled, Helix checking the Jedi’s eyes with a little light as Kix ran tests to figure out what was wrong with the Jedi master on their terminal.

Not that Anakin really needed them to tell him what was wrong, he already knew.

He’d known from the moment he had tried picking Obi-Wan up from the durasteel floor, rushing to the medbay section of their HQ.

Obi-Wan had starved himself to the point of malnutrition and had promptly collapsed and it wasn’t the first time he’d done it.

Anakin was familiar with this because Obi-Wan had done it at least twice before that he knew, the first time after Nabo and the second time after he and Obi-Wan had a gruesome argument when Anakin was fifteen.

It wasn’t something he did on purpose either.

Obi-Wan, when emotionally compromised, lost his appetite and forgot to eat.

Bant had called it a passive suicide trait of true born Stewjoni’s when she had, with a heavy heart, explained it to a frightened fifteen year old Anakin.

The worst of it was that Obi-Wan couldn’t control the reaction, not really. It was a Stewjon thing, something about their bodies where their psychological stress took over, releasing certain hormones in response to said stress.

It suppressed their appetite, made sleep difficult and made them… reckless for a lack of a better word.

And Anakin cursed himself for forgetting it.

Obi-Wan was usually so much more controlled, disciplined that he managed to control it or rather he had found a routine around the hormones stress and upheavals released, much to the healers pleasure when they weighted him but clearly his current isolation had been getting too much.

His routine included other people though, people that had been shunning him, leaving Obi-Wan on his own, his routines no longer working…

Guilt and raw anger clawed up Anakin’s stomach.

Along with nausea.

He was angry but he never meant for this to happen.

He was just…

How dare Obi-Wan pretend to be dead, Anakin had attended his funeral.

Kark, it was so fucked up!

But his righteous anger didn’t really measure up to the pale man laying on the medbed that had needed the people that cared about him to at least sit and eat with him.

And he was pale, Ahsoka was right on that despite not being human experienced.

His skin seemed papery thin and frightfully pale, his veins too prominent under the skin. He was so gaunt, Anakin could actually sot the jawline and cheekbones through the beard the other had regrown and the dark rings around the others eyes…

It made guilt gnaw at Anakin’s very bones.

Not that anyone else currently in the medbay looked much better.

Cody was standing stiffly at attention by the bed Ahsoka was occupying and the two medics…

Well, less said about their reaction, the better.

Medics were frightening when upset and Anakin was making a note, once more, to try not to piss off either Helix or Kix.

‘Least he doesn’t look as bad off as last time…’ Anakin noted, turning his attention back on the other. Because Obi-Wan’s face looked gaunt but his waist seemed to carry a plush little girdle so, at least there was some fat left on the other, better than nothing and would give them something to work with.

Last time, Obi-Wan had weighted one thirds of his original weight by the time he passed out. Getting him to eat a few good meals would get him back to his required weight.

That was something positive at least, that this time it seemed they had caught Obi-Wan in time before h-Kix let out a noise, his shock blooming into the Force as the medic stared at his terminal and Anakin forced himself to pause.

“Kix?” He murmured, glancing to Obi-Wan and then back to his medic, watching as Ahsoka and Cody nervously turned their attention to the man too.

Helix had simply moved to taking Obi-Wan’s pressure, a frown on his face at whatever he found. Though it was clear he was listening too with the way he had tilted his head.

Kix, still staring at the screen, let out a small oath. “I… I need to run a few more tests sir. Helix, Helix come look at this, tell me I’m not seeing wrong.” Kix stated, nervous.

Frowning thunderously, Anakin opened his mouth to demand answers only to shut it when Ahsoka sent him a pleading look.

Fine, he could wait.

He wasn’t happy about it, but he could wait.

Which was why he watched as Helix and Kix ran not one, but three tests, both staring at each other in shock, though Helix’s was turning towards horror. “Kix this… he weighed ninety nine Ibs, he can’t… this isn’t…” He stammered out, rubbing at his neck tattoo, a nervous tick Anakin would assume.

Those words had Anakin wincing, yeah, that was bad but Helix and Kix reactions seemed a bit disproportionate, Obi-Wan could totally gain weight again, he had done so before!

It seemed however that Cody too had finally had enough. “Alright you two, we’ve waited long enough, what’s wrong with the General to have you two like this?” Cody snapped out, helmet held tightly under his arm.

The two medics exchanged worried looks before Helix gestured for Kix to explain his findings. The other grimaced before sighing and straightening. “While he is underweight and severely malnourished and is likely what caused his collapse, General Kenobi is also pregnant, about two months pregnant if my readings are right.” He stated.

For a moment, no one said anything, simply stared at each other until Anakin felt his legs buckle underneath him.

‘…Oh… so that’s why his stomach is still plush…’ He thought a bit hysterically, a roar in his head blocking out everything else.

I don’t know if you’re doing prompts right now but I just watched the Rako Hardeen and had an idea; So Obi-Wan’s back and things are tense between him and everyone (because it’s a dick move to fake your death but at the same time maybe show a little relief before jumping straight to anger when he isn’t) and it takes Anakin/everyone a while to notice that Obi’s health is failing because he’s pregnant (and doesn’t know if it happened before or after he went undercover). And just pure ANGST/comfort

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Troopers understand duty, they are after all manufactured for the war as much as Obi-Wan hates to think that way.

That however doesn’t mean they don’t feel hurt.

Doesn’t mean that they can’t feel like you’ve betrayed their trust and fair be, Obi-Wan has betrayed everyone’s trust even if he’s doing his duty as a Jedi of the Republic.

He gets it.

That doesn’t mean he has to like it, especially combined with Anakin’s anger and Ahsoka’s sad disappointment.

And he certainly doesn’t have to like the cold professionalism Cody and the rest of the 212th display or Anakin’s surprisingly scorching ‘cold’ shoulder.

And Ahsoka, for all that they have forced her out into a war, is still a child, a child he has disappointed. Obi-Wan will not make her choose between the adults and instead just quietly smiles at her and gestures for her to follow Anakin when she seems to hesitate.

Holding onto anger is not the Jedi’s way she knows.

But Obi-Wan understands.

Anakin doesn’t handle loosing people well and what Obi-Wan did…

So he lets the treatment continue, spanning from days to weeks after his return from his mission.

It hurts of course, he won’t deny that and from Anakin, it feels hypocritical considering the ‘secrets’ he thinks he has and what Obi-Wan knows he’d do to protect the people he cares for. And the Chancellor is a friend of Anakin, he’d go far for that friend.

But Obi-Wan understands, he failed them even as he did his duty, duty that personally hurt them even if the 212th at least understood why.

Hurt is a hard emotion to handle and Obi-Wan understands.

That doesn’t mean he handles their rejection, professionalism or coldness well, retreating to his room when there isn’t either a planning, battle or conversation with the council in progress.

He’s… isolated, to say the least.

‘When was the last time I was this isolated?’ Obi-Wan wonders, fiddling ideally with the ration bar he had grabbed before putting it aside and pulling his pad over instead. He’s not really any hungry, so he can get some work done instead.

Not that he’s been hungry all that much lately if he was honest, waking nauseous as he has with only a cup of tea in the morning to try and settle his stomach.

And eating in the mess was…

No, he’d rather not sit alone at a table in the mess with the emotions pounding against his shields.

So, eating and working in his quarters it was, not that the ration bars were all that… interesting if he was honest.

A bland smile crossed his lips. ‘Anakin or Cody would hunted me down and forced me to eat it before, watched until they were sure it was gone… or gone and searched for something else if we had the time and resources for it… maybe a kelpbar if I was lucky…’ He mournfully mused.

The thought seemed to echo through him, Obi-Wan’s hands shaking before a muffled sob escaped him, the Jedi master dropping the pad to cover his mouth in surprise even as his eyes watered.

Blinking rapidly, Obi-Wan tried to control himself, tried to push the emotions into the Force just for it to keep building, tears rolling down the back of Obi-Wan’s weathered, callused covered hands.

Hunching over, Obi-Wan wrapped his shields around himself tightly, not wanting Anakin or Ahsoka to catch him as he let go, sobbing into his own hands for all that he had lost. The trust, the companionship, the care and the friendships.

‘I’m sorry!’

()()()()

Nibbling on her bottom lip carefully, Ahsoka watched Master Obi-Wan’s back as the other retreated from the command space.

Ever since the whole Hardeen fiasco as she had come to call it, everyone had been upset at Master Obi-Wan, including her but she was honestly starting to get rather worried. In the beginning, it hadn’t seemed like the human Jedi had made much notice of the cold shoulders he was getting from Anakin but…

Well, Ahsoka wasn’t an expert on humans but master Obi-Wan was starting to look unhealthily pale, though the fact that he had mostly managed to grow out his hair and beard covered it more up once again.

There was however a fine tremble in his shoulders now that she was watching closely, one he seemed to try to hide as one of the shiny’s interrupted his path, a pad in his hands and questions on their lip.

Maybe a requisition order?

Master Obi-Wan was smiling, but there was something blank in his eyes and had Master Obi-Wan’s profile always been that sharp?

Nervously, Ahsoka slid to Anakin’s side, tugging at his sleeve while mentally bolstering herself, eyes half on Obi-Wan still. “Snips?” Anakin raised his brows, blinking down at her, though she noted with some pride that she was catching up to the man. “Something up?”

Licking her lips, Ahsoka tilted her head to the hallway. “I know you’re upset with him,” That was saying it mildly but saying he was angry with master Obi-Wan wasn’t a good idea she felt. “But doesn’t Master Obi-Wan look gaunt?” Ahsoka questioned, holding onto the others sleeve as she saw from the corner of her eyes that Obi-Wan saluted the trooper and started walking once more, though her main focus remained on her master.

She therefore got to see Anakin go stiff, thundering frown darkening his face before his eyes narrowed at her words, his gaze shooting to the hallway.

Due to her attention being on her master, she missed the sight of Commander Cody tensing behind her, the man’s attention also shooting to the hallway.

Which was why they all got the full view of Obi-Wan falling forward, the human male hitting the floor with a dull thud that seemed to echo all the way back to the now silent and shocked command, the shiny that had been talking to Obi-Wan looking spooked as he stared at the Jedi master from his position nearer the room than the General.

A second of cold, unnerving silence seemed to echo before Anakin ripped his sleeve out of her grasp and ran forward. “OBI-WAN!” He roared out, his worry plain even without the Force as it pressed down on everyone, the blond practically teleporting to his old master’s side with Cody not far behind.

Obi-Wan Kenobi however remained oblivious to the concern, sprawled on the durasteel floor of their current setup, dead to the world as his nose oozed blood onto the cold, metal floor.

I may be the sole person that remembers majorstars but could I get a continuation? I can’t imagine the council would just let obi or qui be Anakins master When it comes time for him to become a Padawan

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Not sure what wakes him, Obi-Wan takes a moment to just blink blearily out into the dark folds of a beige tunic.

He can’t have been asleep for long, the feel of the fire is still warm against his back and Qui-Gon is still petting his hair gently as Obi-Wan is using the older man’s lap as a pillow. Maybe at most half an hour?

It doesn’t matter and Obi-Wan instead closes his eyes, determined to go back asleep as Qui-Gon teases his overly long braid gently..

If Tahl hadn’t taken that moment to speak, her voice soft and steady but a bit tense. “I’m uncertain why you think you will be able to take on young Anakin as your padawan. You must be aware of how the council will view it, seeing as he’s your and Obi-Wan’s son.” She stated quietly.

Qui-Gon let out a small snort, still rubbing Obi-Wan’s scalp in a soothing moment.

But he seemed unaware that Obi-Wan was awake from what the padawan could tell.

“I will do as the Force commands me,” Qui-Gon drawled before sighing. “And honestly, I don’t care what they think or feel about me Tahl. Beside, he is not unaware that he is a desired padawan, many have made it clear that they’d like to take him on, if Anakin says yes is up to him. What is one more master’s hand matter to him?” He stated a tad dryly.

Obi-Wan had to fight his urge to tense up.

It hadn’t occurred to him that Anakin might say no.

That thought… well, it didn’t directly terrifying but it made him sad in ways he couldn’t explain.

“I have never striven to be in good standing with the council.” Qui-Gon stated calmly.

Tahl let out a deep, resigned sigh that Obi-Wan might have echoed.

But in this situation…

He was so grateful that Qui-Gon wasn’t one for listening to the council, as much as Obi-Wan wanted to sit on the council. And to be fair, he wanted to start changes, sometimes changes had to be done from within.

There were things the Jedi council… not ignored.

But they were very set in their way and after countless conversations and debates with his master, Obi-Wan had recognized why.

Yoda.

As fond as Obi-Wan was of the old master, the gremlin was a manipulative and old man that often felt that he was right and therefore if something didn’t fit with his understanding or world view, it was wrong.

Looking back, Obi-Wan also recognized the way he himself had been manipulated by the green master, recognizing that he should never have been on the Monument to Bandomeer on his own.

Technically Qui-Gon had been there, but the master had not been charged with Obi-Wan’s care at the time.

And Obi-Wan should not have been sent to Bandomeer until he was actually thirteen.

Being sent earlier…

It was a slap in the face and it painted him in a bad image.

An initiate that was sent away early?

A master or knight would look at someone like that closely and Obi-Wan was aware that many had once he had returned with Qui-Gon.

It was cold comfort that Yoda had a reason for doing it.

That didn’t erase the hurts Obi-Wan had suffered or the rumors that had swirled around him.

A large, warm hand settled on his side, rubbing lightly as Qui-Gon had caught on to him being awake, the man rumbling faintly as Obi-Wan burrowed into his master’s stomach.

Guilty as he was for the thought, he was also grateful Tahl could not see them.

It allowed him to seek the comfort he so desperately wanted in that moment, settling himself once more with the comfort of Qui-Gon’s touch and the knowledge that he would ask Anakin to become his padawan.

‘I need to hurry with the rest of my trials…’ Obi-Wan sternly instructed himself, even as he settled drowsily as Qui-Gon continued petting with slow, affectionate hands.

What happens next in Sweet Honey? Its my fave. Any update on Rex and Ani’s heat or Obi’s pregnancy? Thanks for the awesome fics!!

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Humming faintly as warm arms wrapped around him, Obi-Wan tilted his head to allow Jango to nuzzle into his neck. “Good morning mate.” He murmured quietly, huffing happily as his stomach pudge was lightly palmed.

“Morning,” Jango rumbled back, nuzzling more into Obi-Wan’s neck with a pleased sigh. “Wondered where my shirt had gone.” He teased lightly, settling to just hold Obi-Wan.

Chuckling, stirring around the scrambled egg, Obi-Wan gave a light shrug. “Didn’t want to bother with the tunic this early, got nothing to do after all, so unless a message pings in, I’m not leaving the quarters yet.” He hummed.

Jango nosed behind his ear, a pleased chuckle huffing out when Obi-Wan shivered contently. “Good, figured since we were on Coruscant, I could take you on a date then later tonight.” He muttered.

Pausing at the thought, Obi-Wan blinked before beaming. “That does sound lovely, we haven’t had any real dates, so having one now sounds wonderful.” He chirped, ignoring Jango’s sudden silence.

He knew that the lack of courting bothered Jango at times but he wasn’t about to let that twist his mates knickers.

“Boba can manage without supervision but Bant is in the temple and wouldn’t mind helping him if he wants to move around the temple,” He continued, not wanting Jango to get lost in his own thoughts and blame himself. It wasn’t like he planned the clone army or war, so their sudden mating wasn’t something Obi-Wan blamed on him. “Its hard for even experienced Jedi to find their way around sometimes.” He instead confessed.

Huffing faintly at that, Jango nodded, resting his chin on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “Makes sense, I’ve been trying to familiarize myself but… one corridor often looks the same as the others unless it got decoration. Aren’t there maps?” He sighed heavily.

Pulling over the plate he had readied earlier, Obi-Wan pushed the done scrambled egg onto it. “I mean there are, Jedi are encouraged to use their Force senses for it though. Its a none threatening way for Jedi initiate to reach out and hone their ability to both trust the Force and also find directions with it.” He stated, chuckling faintly when Jango muttered to himself.

“Can you download the maps for me? I don’t have voodo-force abilities.” He stated dryly.

Pushing the other back a bit so he could bend and check the stove for the heated bacon, Obi-Wan hummed in agreement. “Course, I’ll download it for you and Boba. Be careful not to let anyone slice it from you though, that kind of information can be… dangerous in others hands.” He stated.

There was an understanding grunt that was broken by a cry, both of them swinging around to find Boba with his hands over his eyes. “I saw nothing!” The boy squeaked out.

Blinking as they straightened, Jango and Obi-Wan exchanged bemused looks. “Boba’ika, what in the world…” Jango stated out in puzzlement, the two watching as Boba peeked through his fingers ever so cautiously.

The boy let out a deep breath, dropping his hands. “Oh thank the code, for a second there it looked like you two were…” He trailed off, nose scrunching up in an adorable grimace that Obi-Wan had no intention of telling him was adorable.

He knew the other prided himself on trying to be terrifying.

Pausing a bit, Obi-Wan thought back to the position they had been in and promptly flushed.

Jango however raised his brows and crossed his arms over his chest, a small smirk on his chest. “Whatever were you thinking we were up to Boba?” He questioned, full well knowing what their kit thought.

Boba turned bright red, even the tips of his ears turned red Obi-Wan noticed before he muttered and hurried over to the cupboards to get plates. “Lets just eat, I wanna go see Caleb, he promised to show me something super secret.” The boy huffed, ears and the back of his neck still red.

Unable to help himself, Obi-Wan let out a slightly amused snort, exchanging grins with Jango.

The life of a parent were never dull.

‘And we’re about to add more to our life,’ Obi-Wan thought to himself, hand dropping to his stomach as he pulled the stove door open with his other hand, retrieving the bacon for their breakfast. ‘We’ll never have a dull moment with our kits.’

In Master Stars, What is holding Obi back from being knighted?

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“And… relax.”

The
steady voice penetrated the fog of Obi-Wan’s mind and made him snap
back, the padawan dropping his shaking arms as he breathed out
heavily, the strain in his body announcing itself immediately.

He was
covered in sweat, patches of it coating his back and his armpits, his
legs and arms were sore and his head was faintly pounding along with
all the other physical indications of exertion.

However,
Qui-Gon was smiling rather proudly at him from the side of the mat,
the master looking glowing and resplendent as always as he came over
and offered a bottle of water and a towel.

Grabbing
both, Obi-Wan eagerly chugged the first few gulps of water before
wiping his face with the towel, settling it around his neck as he
went back to drinking, though calmer now.

All
the time, Qui-Gon was watching him with a fond and proud smile on his
face. “You went through the entire Desert Walker kata without a
hitch Obi-Wan, color me impressed and in awe.” He murmured fondly.

Flustering,
Obi-Wan lowered his bottle and glanced about before looking back up
at his master when he didn’t find anyone watching them obviously.

Didn’t
mean no one was but at least they were being overt about spying.

“That’s
thanks to you master, you’ve been pushing me hard.” He laughed
faintly. After carrying Anakin and giving birth to him, Obi-Wan had
been set back quite a bit in terms of physical and spiritual
education as a Jedi padawan.

In
essence, he was behind his fellow padawans.

He
couldn’t bring himself to regret it though, regardless the
consequences not only for his body but mind and spirit too.

The
body dysmorphia had been a hard hit he had to cope with, coming along
with depression and painful physical consequences.

Qui-Gon
had been there every step of the way as Obi-Wan struggled to stay
afloat but it had still taken time before Obi-Wan was out of that
pothole of pain and miasma that threatened to swallow him whole after
giving Anakin over.

And
when Obi-Wan had finally been ready…

Well,
he had been so far behind the others.

Qui-Gon
and him had worked tirelessly to get Obi-Wan up to the standards of
the other padawans and at Obi-Wan’s request, Qui-Gon had been
drilling him hard to the point Obi-Wan had noticed several masters
taking Qui-Gon aside to quietly scold and question him.

They
had quickly shut up when Qui-Gon had sighed and told them ‘either I
train with him, or he trains alone. He may do more damage to himself.
I at least can stop him when he hits his limit.’ His master had
said in a weary tone.

It had
made Obi-Wan feel guilty at the time… but he had so much to do!

And
Qui-Gon had been a hard taskmaster at Obi-Wan’s own request.

And he
was right, if Qui-Gon hadn’t trained him, Obi-Wan would have gone
off on his own to do it in his spare time.

Qui-Gon
had been there though and when Obi-Wan’s limits were hit, when he
injured himself or was driven to the point of exhaustion, his master
stepped in and forced him to break.

To
take a rest day, be healed, be medicated or to eat.

Qui-Gon
had been there from the day Anakin was born, stuck to Obi-Wan like a
looming hound from hell, scaring away many a would be suitor.

And
that was fine in Obi-Wan’s books.

He
didn’t have eyes for anyone but his own master anyhow.

Soft
chuckling brought him back into the present, Qui-Gon reaching out and
resting his hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “You
put in the work, this is as much on you as my guidance… and believe
me when I say, I am proud of you padawan.” Qui-Gon murmured,
pushing his emotions into their bond.

Flushing
faintly not only from his exertion, Obi-Wan looked down at his boots
with a small smile on his lips.

Praise
was something he still hadn’t learned how to take but he was
getting better, Qui-Gon regularly praised him for his progress and
attention to detail.

Not to
mention his dueling skills.

But it
was hard to change a personality trait that had been ingrained from
his youth.

“Thank
you master…” He whispered, glancing up before flickering his eyes
when something caught his attention, a warm glow settling in his
stomach as Anakin entered along with his class.

Their
boy looked around with wide, curious eyes and oh, he had Qui-Gon’s
eyes.

Beautifully
blue and Obi-Wan couldn’t wait to be able to call him brother
padawan. ‘Just wait on us Anakin, give us a little more time.’
Obi-Wan plead in the dept of his mind.

No one
could judge him for thoughts they couldn’t hear after all.