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So, imagine this. There’s no war, Palpatine had a heart attack or something, the clone production either never happens or is cut off. Padme and Anakin hits a rough place and Padme throws Anakin out, which leaves both Anakin getting drunk and wasted with a besotted Obi-Wan. One night stand. Padme takes Anakin back though but there’s a hitch, Obi-Wan is pregnant. What happens?

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He could still
hear the others voice in his ears.

She’s taking me
back Obi-Wan!

She’s taking me
back!

I didn’t fuck up
that badly!

Obi-Wan’s hands
tightened on the wheel of the speeder, staring at it numbly as he
remembered the utter delight on the others face, Anakin’s blue eyes
wide and his lips curled up in the widest smile he could ever
remember Anakin sporting.

So his words had
dried to ashes in his mouth and he had given Anakin the best smile he
could, given him his due comfort though his smile would at best have
been insincere.

In his delight
Anakin had not noticed.

And that left
Obi-Wan in the speeder now with the rain pouring down on the outside
of it, his hands on the wheel of it with the gnawing knowledge of
what was growing inside of him. Obi-Wan gave a low keen in the back
of his throat, head falling forward to rest against the speeder
wheel, his mind racing before he finally took a decision.

Turning the
speeder, he heated back to the temple and left the speeder in the
hanger, intent on finding Mace.

The Korun took one
look at him and sighed before stepping back and letting Obi-Wan into
his quarters.

“I need a favor
Mace, a mission…as many months as you can give me, far away.”
Obi-Wan offered without pause, staring at the taller man.

Mace gave him a
long look. “This has to do with Skywalker, doesn’t it.” It was
not posed as a question and Obi-Wan’s shoulders slumped, wondering
if he was that transparent.

“…Senator
Amidala has changed her mind. The council will be glad to know that
they’ve resolved the issue between them and she has taken him
back.” He whispered, struggling against his own emotions.

“…And that
spark growing inside you?” Mace finally posed the question to what
Obi-Wan had been planning to tell Anakin about.

“…Is mine.”
The redhead settled on. “Please…somewhere far away…as many
months as you can get me.” He whispered.

Mace sighed deeply
and then reached out, taking the other by the shoulder and pulling
him in, tucking Obi-Wan’s head beneath his chin. Obi-Wan’s
initial response was to tense up before he sunk against the other
with a quiet noise.

“…Five months,
a posting on the Outer Rims. Nothing fancy, just watch the ships,
keep an eye on pirate activity and radio it in. Uiron.”

“…I’ll take
it.”

Mace arranged it
and Obi-Wan leaves the next day, a bag slung over his shoulder as he
boards the shuttle that will take him to the cargo transport that
will bring him to the Outer Rims. There is no goodbye.

The thought of
saying goodbye is too much and so he leaves mails to everyone that
matters. The ones that matters to Obi-Wan in this hour. Force is
there really just a handful that would care if he was missing or
dead?

Obi-Wan swallowed,
an odd sensation of loss and being unwanted in his belly settled in
the small quarters, on his way outbound.

()()()

Its not so bad,
even being so far from the temple and most of civilization.

He can breath out
here on Uiron, he lives in a small hut with all the surveillance
equipment he would need both to send messages into the Core and
monitor the ships passing by Uiron. The hut he lives in is small and
beyond the necessities, he actually has the luxuries of a rather
large and soft bed.

Obi-Wan actually
spent the first two hours just laying in it the, feeling the softness
before he started putting away his things and cleaning out the dust
that had settled.

The hut had a
small fresher, a standard sized bedroom and a combined kitchenette
and livingroom and the surveillance/communication room. Three rooms
to live in, one to work in.

It gets…well not
better but easier.

There is less here
to remind him of what he’s running from and Obi-Wan stocks the
minor fridge of the hut and cupboards with what he needs from the
closest town, taking note of the merchants. Few are permanent
residents but he gets to know a few of them, local farmers, merchants
and even a few mercenary who calls Uiron their home.

There is a moment
though.

Perhaps call it
weakness.

He’s buying
supplies for the month and…there’s a blond, obviously a mercenary
and Obi-Wan can feel the others eyes on him.

Tall, a bit lanky
but built for his profession.

For a moment he
contemplates…

And then his mind
cries out. ‘Wrong, wrong, wrong! Green eyes, no curls! No scar!
Wrong!’

He bows his head
and avoids the mans eyes.

Eventually though
the real reason he’s there becomes impossible to ignore because his
stomach swells, his limbs ache and nausea sets in. One impossible
moment has him breaking down in tears because he swears he can smell
Anakin, the scent of skin and preferred soap and…

It gets easier,
eventually.

Obi-Wan put his
focus on the babe growing inside him, slumbering beneath his heart.
Heart ache grows fainter as the swell becomes more pronounced and his
visits to the medic tells him its healthy. A butterfly flutter inside him.

He ignores the
steadily growing inbox of mails from the people he knows, responds
only to the council and sends his updates in.

And then its time
for him to leave.

The months feel
like they have passed in a blur, as if he’s been sleep walking and
only awake for the moments when his baby kicks around and Obi-Wan
speaks to him as the flutters continue.

His robe hides
what he doesn’t want to show for now as he disembarks the shuttle
in the hanger, ankles aching and back sore, mind buzzing with
tiredness from the transport.

“Obi-Wan!”

The man is swept
of his feet, a yelp of shock leaving his throat as arms wrap around
him tightly and that damn familiar scent as his face is smooshed to
dark cloth as his bag hits the floor of the hanger when he drops it
in his surprise.

“You’re back!
Finally!” Anakin’s practically vibrating in excitement before
freezing a bit and settling Obi-Wan on his feet, pulling back slowly
to peer down at the other, shock lacing the Force around him as his
eyes settled on Obi-Wan’s swollen stomach.

Obi-Wan cleared
his throat but had no words.

He hadn’t
expected to see the other so soon.

‘Force…what
now?’

For Alpha!Qui-gon/Omega!Obi-wan, can we see how their relationship began? Did Obi-wan go into Heat unexpectedly? Did Qui-gon start acting more and more possessive and didn’t realize why right away?

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Breathing deeply,
Qui-Gon focused inward with all his focus.

Obi-Wan had once
laughing told him that if Qui-Gon honestly willed it, he could make
entire planets submit with his stubborn mule will.

It had been a
tease.

A little joke at
his alphas expense as Qui-Gon had teased his fingertips along the
others bare spine lovingly.

Well it was time
to put that will to use because Yan was being unreasonable and one,
Qui-Gon needed to warn the Council how far the other had fallen and
two, he needed to get back to his Obi-Wan.

‘And the kit.’
His breath stuttered at the thought and he swallowed sharply.

He forced himself
to focus again even as his mind drew away to the first time he had
held Obi-Wan as his.

The smell of L’srt
Um native flowers, the rustle of a river, Obi-Wan’s quiet whimpers
of discomfort in his ears and Obi-Wan in his arms, held tightly. His
heat had hit outside its regular schedule, hitting hard and fast,
forcing them to set up a makeshift camp.

And Qui-Gon had
held him tightly but not mated with him.

Had tried to sooth
what he could with the Force while Obi-Wan shuddered and whimpered
against him, making sure the other drank what he needed and ate.

But he had not
mated with him regardless how Obi-Wan had cried out against his chest
and how sweet his smell became.

There was just to
much against it at the time and Qui-Gon had held onto his will.

It had been
horrible and Obi-Wan had given him a long look after the heat had
ended and told him he hated being an omega, his face flushed with
shame and embarrassment in a way Qui-Gon hadn’t seen.

He had assured
him, gentle, told him that there was no shame in the heat schedules
and that alphas had their own ruts. Had carefully calmed him down.

And had started to
look at the other differently.

Not consciously.

But there was
something new there.

His alpha side had
treated Obi-Wan as his omega.

And Obi-Wan, sweet
Obi-Wan had folded against him, accepted him without knowing.

It had been…odd
when they had figured out what was going on after Qui-Gon had
outright growled at a senator of all things.

And then the
council had learned!

The council
demanded separation had almost made Qui-Gon go sparse until they
finally settled on allowing Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon to finish it since
the Force had become insistent when they were separated.

Obi-Wan had not
spent his next heat alone.

‘Stubborn mule
will…I’m coming home Obi-Wan.’ Qui-Gon set his focus to work
past the collar, a silver of Force wedging between his neck and the
collar. ‘I am coming home.’

()()()

Knees buckling,
Obi-Wan dropped the tea pot he had been about to carry to the table,
gasping loudly but even as the pot broke and the hot fluids burned
his skin all he could feel was the blazing bond that came alive in
his mind.

Qui-Gon.

Alive.

Somewhere in the
galaxy he was ALIVE.

“Obi-Wan!” He
looked up, meeting both Bant and Lumiara eyes.

“What happened?”
The mon calamari hefted him up and away from the broken shards and
hot tea that was coating his leggings, Obi-Wan clinging to the
woman’s arms when she did. “Obi-Wan are you hurt? Is it the baby?”
She continued as Luminara started picking up the shards.

“Qui-Gon, I can
feel him.” Obi-Wan couldn’t stop the smile and she stared at him
in return before hugging him, knowing how much the absence of his
mate and mating bond had teared at her friend.

“Then he better
get his ass back home here.” She whispered before pulling Obi-Wan
towards the bedroom. “And you need to get out of those wet leggings
and inform the council.”

“Remind me to
hit him for scaring me like this.” Obi-Wan laughed, hiccuping a bit
as he fought against his own emotions that threatened to overwhelm.

“Don’t worry,
I’m sure Mace or I can take him in a sparring match as a lesson.”
Lumiara smiled softly at his back.

For Alpha!Qui-gon/Omega!Obi-wan, can we see how their relationship began? Did Obi-wan go into Heat unexpectedly? Did Qui-gon start acting more and more possessive and didn’t realize why right away?

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Breathing deeply,
Qui-Gon focused inward with all his focus.

Obi-Wan had once
laughing told him that if Qui-Gon honestly willed it, he could make
entire planets submit with his stubborn mule will.

It had been a
tease.

A little joke at
his alphas expense as Qui-Gon had teased his fingertips along the
others bare spine lovingly.

Well it was time
to put that will to use because Yan was being unreasonable and one,
Qui-Gon needed to warn the Council how far the other had fallen and
two, he needed to get back to his Obi-Wan.

‘And the kit.’
His breath stuttered at the thought and he swallowed sharply.

He forced himself
to focus again even as his mind drew away to the first time he had
held Obi-Wan as his.

The smell of L’srt
Um native flowers, the rustle of a river, Obi-Wan’s quiet whimpers
of discomfort in his ears and Obi-Wan in his arms, held tightly. His
heat had hit outside its regular schedule, hitting hard and fast,
forcing them to set up a makeshift camp.

And Qui-Gon had
held him tightly but not mated with him.

Had tried to sooth
what he could with the Force while Obi-Wan shuddered and whimpered
against him, making sure the other drank what he needed and ate.

But he had not
mated with him regardless how Obi-Wan had cried out against his chest
and how sweet his smell became.

There was just to
much against it at the time and Qui-Gon had held onto his will.

It had been
horrible and Obi-Wan had given him a long look after the heat had
ended and told him he hated being an omega, his face flushed with
shame and embarrassment in a way Qui-Gon hadn’t seen.

He had assured
him, gentle, told him that there was no shame in the heat schedules
and that alphas had their own ruts. Had carefully calmed him down.

And had started to
look at the other differently.

Not consciously.

But there was
something new there.

His alpha side had
treated Obi-Wan as his omega.

And Obi-Wan, sweet
Obi-Wan had folded against him, accepted him without knowing.

It had been…odd
when they had figured out what was going on after Qui-Gon had
outright growled at a senator of all things.

And then the
council had learned!

The council
demanded separation had almost made Qui-Gon go sparse until they
finally settled on allowing Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon to finish it since
the Force had become insistent when they were separated.

Obi-Wan had not
spent his next heat alone.

‘Stubborn mule
will…I’m coming home Obi-Wan.’ Qui-Gon set his focus to work
past the collar, a silver of Force wedging between his neck and the
collar. ‘I am coming home.’

()()()

Knees buckling,
Obi-Wan dropped the tea pot he had been about to carry to the table,
gasping loudly but even as the pot broke and the hot fluids burned
his skin all he could feel was the blazing bond that came alive in
his mind.

Qui-Gon.

Alive.

Somewhere in the
galaxy he was ALIVE.

“Obi-Wan!” He
looked up, meeting both Bant and Lumiara eyes.

“What happened?”
The mon calamari hefted him up and away from the broken shards and
hot tea that was coating his leggings, Obi-Wan clinging to the
woman’s arms when she did. “Obi-Wan are you hurt? Is it the baby?”
She continued as Luminara started picking up the shards.

“Qui-Gon, I can
feel him.” Obi-Wan couldn’t stop the smile and she stared at him
in return before hugging him, knowing how much the absence of his
mate and mating bond had teared at her friend.

“Then he better
get his ass back home here.” She whispered before pulling Obi-Wan
towards the bedroom. “And you need to get out of those wet leggings
and inform the council.”

“Remind me to
hit him for scaring me like this.” Obi-Wan laughed, hiccuping a bit
as he fought against his own emotions that threatened to overwhelm.

“Don’t worry,
I’m sure Mace or I can take him in a sparring match as a lesson.”
Lumiara smiled softly at his back.

I hope you’re doing good! I was struck last night by an idea and I wonder what you’ll make with it ^^ Zan Arbor has captured Obi-Wan (13ish) and in her line of force experiment she wishes to see what a force sensitive pregnancy is like with both parents being force sensitive. So unknown to Obi and Qui-Gon, the former is pregnant when rescued. 9 months later on a mission Qui has to help an in denial pregnant Obi to give birth. Bonus point the baby is Anakin and Obi is of an hermaphrodite specie?

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About the prompt I sent for Obi-Wan gets pregant by Zan Arbor design, I
realised it might need a bit more infos if you decide to do it. First
of, there is no sexual encounter for young Obi-Wan, it’s all medical
(that scientist is a bitch) so since he has no idea what was done to him
he’s in pregnancy denial, I figure since the body doesn’t show any
change it’s highly possible the foetus Force presence is hidden in a
way. Otherwise Qui-Qon would have known immediatly.
       
   

“Its alright,
its alright Obi-Wan, shhh.” Qui-Gon continued to quietly assure,
carrying the squirming fifteen year old. “I know you’re aching
but we’ll be out of here soon.” He promised the other. Four weeks
of capture at the hands of Jenna Zan Abor had left its marks on the
teen and Qui-Gon only wanted to get him away from the station and
labs where she had tortured him.

Inwardly he was
resisting the urge to growl outloud as the light and nude body in his
arms radiated discomfort and pain, Qui-Gon’s robe wrapped around
the others frame.

“Hurts.”
Obi-Wan rasped out, his second word since Qui-Gon had found him with
the first having been an utterly relieved ‘Master’ when Qui-Gon
had been the one to open the cell that contained Obi-Wan’s
immobilized body in a stasis field.

The comm on
Qui-Gon’s belt crackled before he could respond and he stopped in
the hall, shifting his arms a bit until he could pull the comm up and
answer. “Jinn.”

“We’ve cleared
the station and locked it down. You shouldn’t encounter any trouble
Qui-Gon on the way to the ship.” Micah offered cheerfully though
Qui-Gon could hear a note of discomfort in the mans voice.

“Good. Zan Abor
cleaned the hard drive, no information on her experiments but I found
Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon answered back.

Quietly he could
hear Micah’s sigh of relief.

“Well that’s
good. Status?”

That made Qui-Gon
hesitate before looking at his dehydrated and sore looking padawan.
“…Minor injuries from what I can access, we can look deeper into
it once on the ship.”

“Roger.” The
tenseness was back in Micah’s voice.

The battlemaster
was fond of Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon knew that.

As was Tahl come
to think of it.

He wished he had
her with him, Obi-Wan could have used her healing skills.

()()()

“How do you feel
Padawan Kenobi?” Mace voice was calm but it bordered on gentle as
Obi-Wan peered at them from Qui-Gon’s side.

Obi-Wan struggled
with what to say before he seemed to settle on something. “Terrible.
But I’m recovering masters.”

“Good.” Mace
stapled his fingers together, watching him. “What do you remember
of your capture and the time after? Your master has indicated that
for most of your confinement, you were drugged and that your memories
are hazy at best?”

Giving a slow nod,
Obi-Wan settled his hands into his robes to hide the shaking. “As
we know from privious encounters, she has done experiments and
observation on Force sensitive beings. As she had less luck in
containing a master, she figured a younger…prisoner would be easier
to contain.” Obi-Wan shifted and took a deep breath, trying to
release his discomfort into the Force. “And she had a particular
thrill out of the fact that I was Master’s padawan. She carries a
grudge it seems.” He smiled meekly.

“You are not a
weak Padawan Kenobi, so may I ask how she captured you?” Plo
questioned carefully.

Obi-Wan looked
down then quickly up. “I got sloppy. I was about to transmit my
location to master when I sensed others closing in on my position.
Instead of finishing my transmission I decided to investigate what
was coming towards me. It…was my own fault I got captured.”
Obi-Wan’s voice was barely louder then a whisper, blaming himself.

Qui-Gon was going
to need to talk to him later about that, once they were out of the
ears of the council.

“Who found you?”
Plo questioned again.

“Mercenary s
hired by Zan Abor. She had specific instructions. Older Jedi’s were
to be…taken care of. Anyone with a braid were to be taken alive. I
don’t remember what she did to me Masters, my last clear memory is
from when she placed the Force suppressing collar around my neck and
injected me with the first dose of drugs. After that I have…fuzzy
memories.”

There was some
shifting among the council, quiet murmurs between each other as
Qui-Gon watched everything.

“…I think I
was on an operating table at one point?” Obi-Wan offered after a
few moments, voice barely louder then a whisper.

“Anything wrong
the healers found?” Yoda spoke up finally, hands on his cane and
Qui-Gon shook his head. “Nothing lasting, they healed what they
could, what my padawan needs now is rest and relaxation, food and as
much water as he can handle.” He gave the teen a small smile.

Obi-Wan gave a
brittle one back.

They were allowed
to leave after that since Obi-Wan had no information that could be
useful after his capture.

Thus started his
healing period.

“Its odd, he
sleeps more then usual.” Qui-Gon stuffed cheese into the bread
roll. “But other then that he doesn’t seem different except for
wary at noises.”

“Its to be
expected Qui-Gon, he’s still healing you know that.” Tahl soothed
at the man. “People cope differently and your talk to him about how
his capture wasn’t his fault alone helped.” She smiled at him and
gave him a pat on the arm. “At least he’s no longer in Abor’s
hands.”

“If she ever
comes close to him again…” Qui-Gon grunted before sighing and
looking at his friend. “Tell me, do you think I should tell him to
go to the Healers?”

“You could
suggest him but right now I don’t think we should push him. If he
gets sick then its different but he seems fine right now, sleep is
not the worst thing I could see him doing.” She chuckled softly.
“Just feed him, get some meat on his bones, make sure he drinks tea
and water and does his sparrings, I have faith in him.” She smiled.

“Good thing that
this is my idea of feeding him huh?” Qui-Gon nodded down at the
plate of breadrolls with various filling, chuckling.

She agreed with a
soft laugh.

()()()

“…I think
something’s wrong with me Master.” Obi-Wan swallowed heavily,
tucking himself against the wall of the barn they had taken refuge
in. They could still hear the faint noise of bombs falling as the
government tore each other apart over the stupidest of reasons in the
eyes of the Jedi.

Money.

“Obi-Wan?”
Qui-Gon turned to his pale looking padawan who was curling in on
himself, taking one last glance at the world outside before moving to
the teenager. “What’s wrong?”

“M-My stomach
and back hurts, its been hurting all day… an-and my ankles are
hurting and I just…I don’t know.” He took a sharp breath as
Qui-Gon knelt down in front of his padawan.

“Alright, lower
your legs Obi-Wan and let me have a look, you may have pulled your
musc-” Whatever he was about to say got lost when Obi-Wan, who had
been in the process of uncurling, suddenly squeaked and pulled his
legs tight to his chest with wide, horrified eyes.

“Obi-Wan?”
Qui-Gon went, urgent and perhaps a bit sternly, resting his large
hands on the skinny knees. “Wha-” He looked down as wetness
coated his knee and stared at the puddle that had formed around
Obi-Wan’s rear.

“…Obi-Wan?”

“Oh Force…”

Qui-Gon firmly
pulled Obi-Wan’s legs down and placed a hand to the chubby
midsection that was Obi-Wan’s stomach, dread curling in his stomach
as he closed around what he thought had been fat the other finally
had gained throughout the last months after his capture at Abor’s.

Under his hand the
mass moved and both stared at each other, Obi-Wan’s eyes filling
with fright.

“Obi-Wan…you’re
going into labor.”

In a barn, far
from help and in the middle of a planetary war, Obi-Wan burst into
tears.

I hope you’re doing good! I was struck last night by an idea and I wonder what you’ll make with it ^^ Zan Arbor has captured Obi-Wan (13ish) and in her line of force experiment she wishes to see what a force sensitive pregnancy is like with both parents being force sensitive. So unknown to Obi and Qui-Gon, the former is pregnant when rescued. 9 months later on a mission Qui has to help an in denial pregnant Obi to give birth. Bonus point the baby is Anakin and Obi is of an hermaphrodite specie?

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About the prompt I sent for Obi-Wan gets pregant by Zan Arbor design, I
realised it might need a bit more infos if you decide to do it. First
of, there is no sexual encounter for young Obi-Wan, it’s all medical
(that scientist is a bitch) so since he has no idea what was done to him
he’s in pregnancy denial, I figure since the body doesn’t show any
change it’s highly possible the foetus Force presence is hidden in a
way. Otherwise Qui-Qon would have known immediatly.
       
   

“Its alright,
its alright Obi-Wan, shhh.” Qui-Gon continued to quietly assure,
carrying the squirming fifteen year old. “I know you’re aching
but we’ll be out of here soon.” He promised the other. Four weeks
of capture at the hands of Jenna Zan Abor had left its marks on the
teen and Qui-Gon only wanted to get him away from the station and
labs where she had tortured him.

Inwardly he was
resisting the urge to growl outloud as the light and nude body in his
arms radiated discomfort and pain, Qui-Gon’s robe wrapped around
the others frame.

“Hurts.”
Obi-Wan rasped out, his second word since Qui-Gon had found him with
the first having been an utterly relieved ‘Master’ when Qui-Gon
had been the one to open the cell that contained Obi-Wan’s
immobilized body in a stasis field.

The comm on
Qui-Gon’s belt crackled before he could respond and he stopped in
the hall, shifting his arms a bit until he could pull the comm up and
answer. “Jinn.”

“We’ve cleared
the station and locked it down. You shouldn’t encounter any trouble
Qui-Gon on the way to the ship.” Micah offered cheerfully though
Qui-Gon could hear a note of discomfort in the mans voice.

“Good. Zan Abor
cleaned the hard drive, no information on her experiments but I found
Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon answered back.

Quietly he could
hear Micah’s sigh of relief.

“Well that’s
good. Status?”

That made Qui-Gon
hesitate before looking at his dehydrated and sore looking padawan.
“…Minor injuries from what I can access, we can look deeper into
it once on the ship.”

“Roger.” The
tenseness was back in Micah’s voice.

The battlemaster
was fond of Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon knew that.

As was Tahl come
to think of it.

He wished he had
her with him, Obi-Wan could have used her healing skills.

()()()

“How do you feel
Padawan Kenobi?” Mace voice was calm but it bordered on gentle as
Obi-Wan peered at them from Qui-Gon’s side.

Obi-Wan struggled
with what to say before he seemed to settle on something. “Terrible.
But I’m recovering masters.”

“Good.” Mace
stapled his fingers together, watching him. “What do you remember
of your capture and the time after? Your master has indicated that
for most of your confinement, you were drugged and that your memories
are hazy at best?”

Giving a slow nod,
Obi-Wan settled his hands into his robes to hide the shaking. “As
we know from privious encounters, she has done experiments and
observation on Force sensitive beings. As she had less luck in
containing a master, she figured a younger…prisoner would be easier
to contain.” Obi-Wan shifted and took a deep breath, trying to
release his discomfort into the Force. “And she had a particular
thrill out of the fact that I was Master’s padawan. She carries a
grudge it seems.” He smiled meekly.

“You are not a
weak Padawan Kenobi, so may I ask how she captured you?” Plo
questioned carefully.

Obi-Wan looked
down then quickly up. “I got sloppy. I was about to transmit my
location to master when I sensed others closing in on my position.
Instead of finishing my transmission I decided to investigate what
was coming towards me. It…was my own fault I got captured.”
Obi-Wan’s voice was barely louder then a whisper, blaming himself.

Qui-Gon was going
to need to talk to him later about that, once they were out of the
ears of the council.

“Who found you?”
Plo questioned again.

“Mercenary s
hired by Zan Abor. She had specific instructions. Older Jedi’s were
to be…taken care of. Anyone with a braid were to be taken alive. I
don’t remember what she did to me Masters, my last clear memory is
from when she placed the Force suppressing collar around my neck and
injected me with the first dose of drugs. After that I have…fuzzy
memories.”

There was some
shifting among the council, quiet murmurs between each other as
Qui-Gon watched everything.

“…I think I
was on an operating table at one point?” Obi-Wan offered after a
few moments, voice barely louder then a whisper.

“Anything wrong
the healers found?” Yoda spoke up finally, hands on his cane and
Qui-Gon shook his head. “Nothing lasting, they healed what they
could, what my padawan needs now is rest and relaxation, food and as
much water as he can handle.” He gave the teen a small smile.

Obi-Wan gave a
brittle one back.

They were allowed
to leave after that since Obi-Wan had no information that could be
useful after his capture.

Thus started his
healing period.

“Its odd, he
sleeps more then usual.” Qui-Gon stuffed cheese into the bread
roll. “But other then that he doesn’t seem different except for
wary at noises.”

“Its to be
expected Qui-Gon, he’s still healing you know that.” Tahl soothed
at the man. “People cope differently and your talk to him about how
his capture wasn’t his fault alone helped.” She smiled at him and
gave him a pat on the arm. “At least he’s no longer in Abor’s
hands.”

“If she ever
comes close to him again…” Qui-Gon grunted before sighing and
looking at his friend. “Tell me, do you think I should tell him to
go to the Healers?”

“You could
suggest him but right now I don’t think we should push him. If he
gets sick then its different but he seems fine right now, sleep is
not the worst thing I could see him doing.” She chuckled softly.
“Just feed him, get some meat on his bones, make sure he drinks tea
and water and does his sparrings, I have faith in him.” She smiled.

“Good thing that
this is my idea of feeding him huh?” Qui-Gon nodded down at the
plate of breadrolls with various filling, chuckling.

She agreed with a
soft laugh.

()()()

“…I think
something’s wrong with me Master.” Obi-Wan swallowed heavily,
tucking himself against the wall of the barn they had taken refuge
in. They could still hear the faint noise of bombs falling as the
government tore each other apart over the stupidest of reasons in the
eyes of the Jedi.

Money.

“Obi-Wan?”
Qui-Gon turned to his pale looking padawan who was curling in on
himself, taking one last glance at the world outside before moving to
the teenager. “What’s wrong?”

“M-My stomach
and back hurts, its been hurting all day… an-and my ankles are
hurting and I just…I don’t know.” He took a sharp breath as
Qui-Gon knelt down in front of his padawan.

“Alright, lower
your legs Obi-Wan and let me have a look, you may have pulled your
musc-” Whatever he was about to say got lost when Obi-Wan, who had
been in the process of uncurling, suddenly squeaked and pulled his
legs tight to his chest with wide, horrified eyes.

“Obi-Wan?”
Qui-Gon went, urgent and perhaps a bit sternly, resting his large
hands on the skinny knees. “Wha-” He looked down as wetness
coated his knee and stared at the puddle that had formed around
Obi-Wan’s rear.

“…Obi-Wan?”

“Oh Force…”

Qui-Gon firmly
pulled Obi-Wan’s legs down and placed a hand to the chubby
midsection that was Obi-Wan’s stomach, dread curling in his stomach
as he closed around what he thought had been fat the other finally
had gained throughout the last months after his capture at Abor’s.

Under his hand the
mass moved and both stared at each other, Obi-Wan’s eyes filling
with fright.

“Obi-Wan…you’re
going into labor.”

In a barn, far
from help and in the middle of a planetary war, Obi-Wan burst into
tears.

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Falling out of
bed, Obi-Wan placed his hand against the gentle curve of his stomach
as he panted in shock, looking about the dark room before he
scrambled to his feet, barely pausing to grab his robe and throw it
around himself as he hurried into the living quarters where he
crashed into Anakin.

“Wow!” The
blond quickly caught him before they could fall to the floor, staring
at each other.

“He’s gone.”
Obi-Wan got out.

“I know, I know.
We’ll go to the council.” Anakin soothed the agitated omega. “But
you need to calm down, deep breaths, for the kit.” He added.

Sharp breaths were
taken by Obi-Wan, eyes closing for a few seconds before he jerked to
as where his mating bond had glowed was just an empty pit in his
mind. “No, no I can’t…Anakin, he’s gone, I can’t feel him
at all!”

“Okay, the
council, he may just…” Anakin licked his lips nervously then took
the shorter man by the shoulder, leading him out into the hall with
Obi-Wan holding the front of his robe shut with his hands, shoulders
hunched up around his ears.

It was a tense
hustle to the elevator, Obi-Wan leaning against the blonds side while
prodding at the pit in his mind, searching for a bond that seemed to
have evaporated. “…Tell me you can feel him.” He whispered.

Anakin hesitated
before shaking his head. “No.” They stepped out of the elevator
before Obi-Wan could respond to that, the alpha going straight for
the guard. “We’ve lost the bond to Qui-Gon Jinn, the council sent
him out on a mission.”

The guard said
nothing, staring at Anakin with the imposing blank mask before they
moved to a desk to summon the council.

Obi-Wan closed his
eyes in relief, grateful that the being behind the mask understood
the severity of the situation. Struggling to attain some calm, he
shifted one of his hands inside his robe to rest on the curve of his
stomach, shivering a bit.

‘Qui-Gon…please…’
He shook and a low noise of distress escaped him that made Anakin
move back to him, catching him by the upper arms and rubbing, trying
to sooth the other.

The Council came
slow, at least in their opinion but once they were there Obi-Wan gave
them the word.

“Qui-Gon is
gone. He’s just…utterly gone.” He licked his lips and swallowed
hard.

“What Obi-Wan
means is that his bonds have fallen silent masters.” Anakin spoke
up beside him. “All of them.”

“Even the mating
bond?” Depa questioned, voice tired but worried.

“Yes.” Obi-Wan
tensed up and his adam apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, tried to
fight against the whine that wanted to escape him.

The council
exchanged looks.

“Suppose to be
on a peaceful mission he is.”  Yoda murmured.

“He could have
encountered trouble. If the mating bond is blocked…” Mace let the
words linger in the air and Obi-Wan felt himself tense, eyes wide.

Anakin slid closer
to his brother padawan.

“We’ll send a
team.” Mace rumbled deeply.

()()()

“Obi-Wan?”
Anakin blinked as he found the omega under several blankets on the
couch, settling his lesson bag by the door and his boots quickly
before entering the quarters. “What are y-”

“I smell like
unmated omega.” Came a quiet whisper from inside the blankets.

“…How do you
know that?” Anakin slowly sat down on the couch.

No answer came for
a while and Anakin reached out to tug the blanket away to see the
others face, meeting red rimmed puffy eyes.

“…How do you
know that Obi-Wan?” Anakin repeated a bit more gently.

“…I went to
the commissary to eat, I didn’t feel like cooking…” Obi-Wan
whispered and Anakin wrapped his arm around the other. No Obi-Wan
hadn’t felt like cooking since Qui-Gon went missing a week ago.

“Yeah,
understandable.” He rubbed the others arm for comfort

“…A few of the
knights started to flirt with me. Just…nothing serious, just found
me attractive I guess…they backed off when they saw my mating bite
but made…comments.” Obi-Wan swallowed then hiccuped. “Anakin
where is he!?”

Pulling Obi-Wan
into his lap with blankets and all, Anakin hugged him tightly,
nuzzling him. “I don’t know Obi-Wan, I don’t know. But I’m
here. I’m here to help you.” He assured, wishing Master Qui-Gon
was with them.

Obi-Wan needed him
and Anakin was at a loss to how to best comfort.

()()()

“…You need to
let me go.”

“Oh Qui-Gon, I
have no desire to see you injured, if yo-”

“Yan, please,
you NEED to let me go.”

“If you would
just list-

“You need to let
me go Yan! I need to return to my mate!”

“I’m sure
Kenobi is fin-”

“He’s pregnant
Yan!”

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Falling out of
bed, Obi-Wan placed his hand against the gentle curve of his stomach
as he panted in shock, looking about the dark room before he
scrambled to his feet, barely pausing to grab his robe and throw it
around himself as he hurried into the living quarters where he
crashed into Anakin.

“Wow!” The
blond quickly caught him before they could fall to the floor, staring
at each other.

“He’s gone.”
Obi-Wan got out.

“I know, I know.
We’ll go to the council.” Anakin soothed the agitated omega. “But
you need to calm down, deep breaths, for the kit.” He added.

Sharp breaths were
taken by Obi-Wan, eyes closing for a few seconds before he jerked to
as where his mating bond had glowed was just an empty pit in his
mind. “No, no I can’t…Anakin, he’s gone, I can’t feel him
at all!”

“Okay, the
council, he may just…” Anakin licked his lips nervously then took
the shorter man by the shoulder, leading him out into the hall with
Obi-Wan holding the front of his robe shut with his hands, shoulders
hunched up around his ears.

It was a tense
hustle to the elevator, Obi-Wan leaning against the blonds side while
prodding at the pit in his mind, searching for a bond that seemed to
have evaporated. “…Tell me you can feel him.” He whispered.

Anakin hesitated
before shaking his head. “No.” They stepped out of the elevator
before Obi-Wan could respond to that, the alpha going straight for
the guard. “We’ve lost the bond to Qui-Gon Jinn, the council sent
him out on a mission.”

The guard said
nothing, staring at Anakin with the imposing blank mask before they
moved to a desk to summon the council.

Obi-Wan closed his
eyes in relief, grateful that the being behind the mask understood
the severity of the situation. Struggling to attain some calm, he
shifted one of his hands inside his robe to rest on the curve of his
stomach, shivering a bit.

‘Qui-Gon…please…’
He shook and a low noise of distress escaped him that made Anakin
move back to him, catching him by the upper arms and rubbing, trying
to sooth the other.

The Council came
slow, at least in their opinion but once they were there Obi-Wan gave
them the word.

“Qui-Gon is
gone. He’s just…utterly gone.” He licked his lips and swallowed
hard.

“What Obi-Wan
means is that his bonds have fallen silent masters.” Anakin spoke
up beside him. “All of them.”

“Even the mating
bond?” Depa questioned, voice tired but worried.

“Yes.” Obi-Wan
tensed up and his adam apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, tried to
fight against the whine that wanted to escape him.

The council
exchanged looks.

“Suppose to be
on a peaceful mission he is.”  Yoda murmured.

“He could have
encountered trouble. If the mating bond is blocked…” Mace let the
words linger in the air and Obi-Wan felt himself tense, eyes wide.

Anakin slid closer
to his brother padawan.

“We’ll send a
team.” Mace rumbled deeply.

()()()

“Obi-Wan?”
Anakin blinked as he found the omega under several blankets on the
couch, settling his lesson bag by the door and his boots quickly
before entering the quarters. “What are y-”

“I smell like
unmated omega.” Came a quiet whisper from inside the blankets.

“…How do you
know that?” Anakin slowly sat down on the couch.

No answer came for
a while and Anakin reached out to tug the blanket away to see the
others face, meeting red rimmed puffy eyes.

“…How do you
know that Obi-Wan?” Anakin repeated a bit more gently.

“…I went to
the commissary to eat, I didn’t feel like cooking…” Obi-Wan
whispered and Anakin wrapped his arm around the other. No Obi-Wan
hadn’t felt like cooking since Qui-Gon went missing a week ago.

“Yeah,
understandable.” He rubbed the others arm for comfort

“…A few of the
knights started to flirt with me. Just…nothing serious, just found
me attractive I guess…they backed off when they saw my mating bite
but made…comments.” Obi-Wan swallowed then hiccuped. “Anakin
where is he!?”

Pulling Obi-Wan
into his lap with blankets and all, Anakin hugged him tightly,
nuzzling him. “I don’t know Obi-Wan, I don’t know. But I’m
here. I’m here to help you.” He assured, wishing Master Qui-Gon
was with them.

Obi-Wan needed him
and Anakin was at a loss to how to best comfort.

()()()

“…You need to
let me go.”

“Oh Qui-Gon, I
have no desire to see you injured, if yo-”

“Yan, please,
you NEED to let me go.”

“If you would
just list-

“You need to let
me go Yan! I need to return to my mate!”

“I’m sure
Kenobi is fin-”

“He’s pregnant
Yan!”

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“You don’t
have to carry me you know, I could just take a hoverchair.” Obi-Wan
murmured, his arms around Anakin’s shoulders as Padme carried Jinn
in her arms.

“I like carrying
you, beside, the healers said you were weak still and we should
reduce the time you spend on your feet as best we can.” Anakin
hummed at his still plushy looking mate. It was going to take time
for Obi-Wan to train the pudge from pregnancy off but for now Obi-Wan
needed to relax from the early birth.

And perhaps both
Padme and Anakin wanted to spoil both their kit and mate a bit.

“Not ALL the
time though.” Obi-Wan argued.

“Oh let him
spoil you Obi.” Padme laughed softly, cuddling the swaddled babe in
her arms. “I have Jinn, so he has to spoil someone.”

That got a quiet
snort out of Anakin. “Hey, you’d carry him if you could and you
know it.” He nosed at the copper hair.

Padme just caught
Obi-Wan’s eyes over the blonds shoulder and gave him a grin.

“…You two
spoil me too much.” Obi-Wan sniggered a bit and hid in Anakin’s
shoulder.

“No such thing.”
Anakin announced as they moved up the ramp, nodding to Rex and Cody.
“Captain, Commander.”

“Generals,
Senator.” Cody quickly saluted, giving Obi-Wan a quick look over
before staring at the green swaddled bundle that was their baby. He
wasn’t the only one as the clones hadn’t really been allowed into
Obi-Wan’s room so this was their first real good look at Jinn.

“Congratulations
Generals, Senator.” Rex beamed at them, the blond shifting on his
feet in excitement. “Commander Tano can’t wait to see the little
one.”

“Bet she can’t.
She’s been comming me everyday to hear when we’re returning to
Coruscant.” Anakin laughed a bit.

“Hello Cody, has
everything been alright?” Obi-Wan cut in, smiling at his commander.

“Yes sir, and
sir we’re really happy to see you again. You…scared us.” Cody
smiled at him in return.

“I’m sorry
about that. It was…REALLY not my intention to go into early labor.”
The omega laughed sheepishly and made a low noise when Anakin’s
arms tightened around him. “Hey, I’m alright.”

“Not really but
you will be.” The blond grunted and nuzzled lightly at the copper
hair as Padme showed the captain and commander their son.

“Look, he has
copper hair.” Rex cooed, Padme giggling when a few more clones came
over to peek at Jinn.

“Yes, I’d show
you more but I’d rather he keep the little beanie on while we’re
in shuttles.”

“That’s
alright ma’m, we’re just happy you’re willing to show him to
us.” Cody marvelled at the little pale being that had come out of
his General. “I imagine he’s going to be one hell of a Jedi.”

“If he wants
to.” Obi-Wan shifted in Anakin’s arms. “Only if he wants to.”

“Obi-Wan has
been very into the, ‘Jinn will pick his own path’ when he’s
awake.” Anakin confided.

“Well he should,
he can be anything he wants to.” Obi-Wan huffed, pouting a bit.

“Not to break up
the moment but you may want to get General Kenobi to the quarters
along with your little one before we take-off General Skywalker, get
them settled and comfortable.” Fives called out over the intercoms.

“He’s right.”
Cody shook himself and stepped back. “Don’t want either shaken
around.”

Padme smiled at
them and nodded, moving past the troopers with Anakin following up
the rear with Obi-Wan, the omega settling his head on his mates
shoulder with a low tired noise. “I’m not glass you know.” He
muttered.

“No, your our
mate who’s given birth, early birth I might add. Please for our
sake Obi-Wan…”

“Oh fine.”
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes but he was inwardly pleased…and tired.

He felt tired so
easily since giving birth to Jinn and laying down sounded wonderful
despite not having done a damn thing except getting dressed, which he
had done with Padme’s help while Anakin dressed Jinn.

He was starting to
wonder if there was something more wrong with him then he thought or
perhaps this was normal for afterbirths?

He’d have to ask
the healers once they reached the temple.

But for now he was
going to enjoy the outright pampering that was being done by his
alphas because to be honest? He was still damn sore from being cut
open.

()()()

“Where’s the
nugget!?” Ahsoka bounced into the room, eyes wide as she looked
around the apartment.

“Yeah, hello to
you too Snips.” Anakin sniggered, Jinn against his shoulder.
“Please lower your voice, Obi-Wan is resting.”

“Well then you
best wake him or I’m going back to the temple and he can find me
there.” Healer Che offered calmly as she followed the togruta into
the apartment. “Congratulation Skywalker, may the Force look over
the little one.”

“Healer Che!
Welcome!” Perking up, Anakin moved to the Healer to show her the
little redhead against his shoulder. “Care to take a look? The
droids and healers on Alderaan said he was fit but…well you’re
equipped with the Force.” He grinned sheepishly.

Che smiled, a bit
amused but obliged, gently resting a hand on the little ones back
while taking in copper hair. “I see he has a Kenobi trait already.”

“Uhu, his eyes
are going brown though, but that’s fine.” Anakin nuzzled at the
soft copper hair, giving a coo. “He’s perfect.”

“Oh no, you’re
going parent gaga.” Ahsoka giggled while peeking at the little
thing against her masters shoulder.

“We all are
honestly. Especially after the scare of the early birth.” Padme
confirmed, coming from the bedroom.

“Congratulation
to you Senator.” Che offered while Ahsoka bounced to Padme and got
a hug from her.

“Thank you
Healer. Obi-Wan is awake now, I took the liberty when I heard your
voice. Do you want him to come out here or should he remain in bed?”
Padme smiled, winning Obi-Wan a few more moments to wake up from his
nap while hugging Ahsoka to her.

“He can stay in
bed. And the little one is perfectly healthy if early.” Che
chuckled, lekku’s twitching when both alpha’s perked up in
relief.

She gave into the
temptation to give the feathery soft copper hair a little caress then
moved towards the bedroom door to see to Obi-Wan. Honestly, home
visit was not part of her normal tasks but…well she had a favorite
in Kenobi and Master Yoda had asked as a personal favor that he see
to the man.

It wasn’t like
it was a hard task.

“Hello Master
Kenobi.” She greeted the worn looking redhead, smirking a bit when
he gave her a small wave.

“I’d apologize
for my state of dress but…I did just wake up.” Obi-Wan smiled,
gesturing to the lose tank top and sleep pants. “Hello Healer Che.
I didn’t know you’d come to me.”

“Master Yoda
asked if I’d see to you, since the birth was so early.” She moved
to his side and rested her hand on his shoulder. “The medic’s on
Alderaan has already sent your results but lets take a look at
you…” She carefully probed at him with the Force, humming
slightly. “Are you very tired?”

“Most of the
time, minor things exhaust me.” Obi-Wan confirmed.

“Have you tried
to use the Force?”

“A bit. Mostly
I’ve tried meditating to regain some energy but…I must admit I
don’t hold onto it as good as I used to.”

Che frowned,
prodding at Obi-Wan with the Force. “Master Kenobi…I’d like to
bring you to the temple, either tomorrow or at least before the week
is up. Just to give you a proper examination since…well you
shouldn’t be this tired. It almost feels like you’re being
drained and if it wasn’t for Knight Skywalker actively feeding his
strength into you, you may have been in a critical condition.” She
offered seriously, prodding more at the sensation of Obi-Wan being
drained.

That got a blink
then a sharp nod. “Of course. Can…is the drain external?”

“Yes.”

“I see…could
you please inform the council of this? Whatever else we discover,
they will need to know about this…external drain you’ve found.”

“Of course.”
Che smirked at him, lekkus twitching. “And congratulation, he’s a
strong little grub, fits his namesake.”

Obi-Wan laughed at
that.

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“You don’t
have to carry me you know, I could just take a hoverchair.” Obi-Wan
murmured, his arms around Anakin’s shoulders as Padme carried Jinn
in her arms.

“I like carrying
you, beside, the healers said you were weak still and we should
reduce the time you spend on your feet as best we can.” Anakin
hummed at his still plushy looking mate. It was going to take time
for Obi-Wan to train the pudge from pregnancy off but for now Obi-Wan
needed to relax from the early birth.

And perhaps both
Padme and Anakin wanted to spoil both their kit and mate a bit.

“Not ALL the
time though.” Obi-Wan argued.

“Oh let him
spoil you Obi.” Padme laughed softly, cuddling the swaddled babe in
her arms. “I have Jinn, so he has to spoil someone.”

That got a quiet
snort out of Anakin. “Hey, you’d carry him if you could and you
know it.” He nosed at the copper hair.

Padme just caught
Obi-Wan’s eyes over the blonds shoulder and gave him a grin.

“…You two
spoil me too much.” Obi-Wan sniggered a bit and hid in Anakin’s
shoulder.

“No such thing.”
Anakin announced as they moved up the ramp, nodding to Rex and Cody.
“Captain, Commander.”

“Generals,
Senator.” Cody quickly saluted, giving Obi-Wan a quick look over
before staring at the green swaddled bundle that was their baby. He
wasn’t the only one as the clones hadn’t really been allowed into
Obi-Wan’s room so this was their first real good look at Jinn.

“Congratulations
Generals, Senator.” Rex beamed at them, the blond shifting on his
feet in excitement. “Commander Tano can’t wait to see the little
one.”

“Bet she can’t.
She’s been comming me everyday to hear when we’re returning to
Coruscant.” Anakin laughed a bit.

“Hello Cody, has
everything been alright?” Obi-Wan cut in, smiling at his commander.

“Yes sir, and
sir we’re really happy to see you again. You…scared us.” Cody
smiled at him in return.

“I’m sorry
about that. It was…REALLY not my intention to go into early labor.”
The omega laughed sheepishly and made a low noise when Anakin’s
arms tightened around him. “Hey, I’m alright.”

“Not really but
you will be.” The blond grunted and nuzzled lightly at the copper
hair as Padme showed the captain and commander their son.

“Look, he has
copper hair.” Rex cooed, Padme giggling when a few more clones came
over to peek at Jinn.

“Yes, I’d show
you more but I’d rather he keep the little beanie on while we’re
in shuttles.”

“That’s
alright ma’m, we’re just happy you’re willing to show him to
us.” Cody marvelled at the little pale being that had come out of
his General. “I imagine he’s going to be one hell of a Jedi.”

“If he wants
to.” Obi-Wan shifted in Anakin’s arms. “Only if he wants to.”

“Obi-Wan has
been very into the, ‘Jinn will pick his own path’ when he’s
awake.” Anakin confided.

“Well he should,
he can be anything he wants to.” Obi-Wan huffed, pouting a bit.

“Not to break up
the moment but you may want to get General Kenobi to the quarters
along with your little one before we take-off General Skywalker, get
them settled and comfortable.” Fives called out over the intercoms.

“He’s right.”
Cody shook himself and stepped back. “Don’t want either shaken
around.”

Padme smiled at
them and nodded, moving past the troopers with Anakin following up
the rear with Obi-Wan, the omega settling his head on his mates
shoulder with a low tired noise. “I’m not glass you know.” He
muttered.

“No, your our
mate who’s given birth, early birth I might add. Please for our
sake Obi-Wan…”

“Oh fine.”
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes but he was inwardly pleased…and tired.

He felt tired so
easily since giving birth to Jinn and laying down sounded wonderful
despite not having done a damn thing except getting dressed, which he
had done with Padme’s help while Anakin dressed Jinn.

He was starting to
wonder if there was something more wrong with him then he thought or
perhaps this was normal for afterbirths?

He’d have to ask
the healers once they reached the temple.

But for now he was
going to enjoy the outright pampering that was being done by his
alphas because to be honest? He was still damn sore from being cut
open.

()()()

“Where’s the
nugget!?” Ahsoka bounced into the room, eyes wide as she looked
around the apartment.

“Yeah, hello to
you too Snips.” Anakin sniggered, Jinn against his shoulder.
“Please lower your voice, Obi-Wan is resting.”

“Well then you
best wake him or I’m going back to the temple and he can find me
there.” Healer Che offered calmly as she followed the togruta into
the apartment. “Congratulation Skywalker, may the Force look over
the little one.”

“Healer Che!
Welcome!” Perking up, Anakin moved to the Healer to show her the
little redhead against his shoulder. “Care to take a look? The
droids and healers on Alderaan said he was fit but…well you’re
equipped with the Force.” He grinned sheepishly.

Che smiled, a bit
amused but obliged, gently resting a hand on the little ones back
while taking in copper hair. “I see he has a Kenobi trait already.”

“Uhu, his eyes
are going brown though, but that’s fine.” Anakin nuzzled at the
soft copper hair, giving a coo. “He’s perfect.”

“Oh no, you’re
going parent gaga.” Ahsoka giggled while peeking at the little
thing against her masters shoulder.

“We all are
honestly. Especially after the scare of the early birth.” Padme
confirmed, coming from the bedroom.

“Congratulation
to you Senator.” Che offered while Ahsoka bounced to Padme and got
a hug from her.

“Thank you
Healer. Obi-Wan is awake now, I took the liberty when I heard your
voice. Do you want him to come out here or should he remain in bed?”
Padme smiled, winning Obi-Wan a few more moments to wake up from his
nap while hugging Ahsoka to her.

“He can stay in
bed. And the little one is perfectly healthy if early.” Che
chuckled, lekku’s twitching when both alpha’s perked up in
relief.

She gave into the
temptation to give the feathery soft copper hair a little caress then
moved towards the bedroom door to see to Obi-Wan. Honestly, home
visit was not part of her normal tasks but…well she had a favorite
in Kenobi and Master Yoda had asked as a personal favor that he see
to the man.

It wasn’t like
it was a hard task.

“Hello Master
Kenobi.” She greeted the worn looking redhead, smirking a bit when
he gave her a small wave.

“I’d apologize
for my state of dress but…I did just wake up.” Obi-Wan smiled,
gesturing to the lose tank top and sleep pants. “Hello Healer Che.
I didn’t know you’d come to me.”

“Master Yoda
asked if I’d see to you, since the birth was so early.” She moved
to his side and rested her hand on his shoulder. “The medic’s on
Alderaan has already sent your results but lets take a look at
you…” She carefully probed at him with the Force, humming
slightly. “Are you very tired?”

“Most of the
time, minor things exhaust me.” Obi-Wan confirmed.

“Have you tried
to use the Force?”

“A bit. Mostly
I’ve tried meditating to regain some energy but…I must admit I
don’t hold onto it as good as I used to.”

Che frowned,
prodding at Obi-Wan with the Force. “Master Kenobi…I’d like to
bring you to the temple, either tomorrow or at least before the week
is up. Just to give you a proper examination since…well you
shouldn’t be this tired. It almost feels like you’re being
drained and if it wasn’t for Knight Skywalker actively feeding his
strength into you, you may have been in a critical condition.” She
offered seriously, prodding more at the sensation of Obi-Wan being
drained.

That got a blink
then a sharp nod. “Of course. Can…is the drain external?”

“Yes.”

“I see…could
you please inform the council of this? Whatever else we discover,
they will need to know about this…external drain you’ve found.”

“Of course.”
Che smirked at him, lekkus twitching. “And congratulation, he’s a
strong little grub, fits his namesake.”

Obi-Wan laughed at
that.

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“…I’m so
nauseous.” Obi-Wan whispered, curling closer to Anakin as the
padawan petted his head with a worried frown on his face. “Do you
think Qui-Gon has locked in on the beacon yet?” He questioned
quietly.

“I don’t know
Obi-Wan. I wish I did but I just don’t.” The young alpha offered
in return while stroking the greasy copper hair tenderly, worried
about his brother padawan.

Obi-Wan sniffled a
bit and wrapped his arms tightly around his midsection as he stared
at the blocked cave entrance.

Anakin had managed
to shift one of the larger boulders to block the entrance which left
them with only the glow rods for light but at least it blocked out
the snow and wind for the most part and kept them safe from the
elements.

It didn’t make
Obi-Wan feel any better though as he had kept throwing up the entire
time until only bile escaped him. Anakin had loosened some of the
dirt from the cave walls to cover the stink and fluid before pulling
Obi-Wan further back into the cave and coaxed him into using a tiny
bit of snow to melt and clean out his mouth.

After that he had
wrapped his own robe around the omega and settled his head on
Anakin’s lap. Obi-Wan had not protested once and that had made
Anakin even more worried since Obi-Wan generally preferred to have
Qui-Gon take care of him if he allowed it at all.

It was one thing
to be taken care of by his mate, a totally different thing to be
taken care of by another alpha.

“Its going to be
okay Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon is going to find us, you know how he gets when
you’re in danger.” He soothed the other.

Obi-Wan just gave
a low whine and closed his eyes. “I don’t even understand why I’m
so…”

“Well it started
about a day before we landed on planet.” Anakin continued petting,
hoping he was providing the other some comfort. “Was it something
in the rations that you ate?”

“I’d know if
it was food poisoning.” Obi-Wan swallowed thickly.

“Can you try
to…flush it?” Anakin frowned.

“…If I could
meditate but I don’t think I can focus, its just so cold and
coupled with the nausea…”

‘Shit, he’s
really not his best right now.’ Normally Obi-Wan could meditate
just about everywhere and in any state.

“Okay, lets wait
for Qui-Gon then. He’ll find us, I know he will.”

“Lets hope we’re
not popsicle by then.” Obi-Wan whispered.

()()()

His hands were
starting to turn blue by the time he heard the shuttle and Anakin
almost groaned in relief. Regardless who it was, it meant warmth.

“Obi-Wan.” He
whispered, squeezing the others shoulder to wake the cold omega who
lifted his head up and then sat up slowly, reaching for his
lightsaber and nodding to the blond. “I hear it.”

Taking just a few
seconds to gather his mind, Obi-Wan reached out to check who it was
before closing his eyes in relief. “Its Qui-Gon.” He placed his
lightsaber on his belt and got up slowly.

“Oh thank the
Force.” Anakin pushed to his feet too and moved to the boulder to
remove it so they could get out and to the shuttle.

They were meet by
Qui-Gon at the ramp who quickly ran his large hands over both of
them, probing both with the Force and his eyes for damages.

“I’m fine.”
Anakin offered quickly, stepping back. “Obi-Wan’s been throwing
up since we ran from the smugglers though.”

That got the
Alpha’s attention on his mate and his mate alone as he wrapped the
other up in his arms and cupped his chin. “Love?”

“I must have
caught a stomach bug.” Obi-Wan tucked close into Qui-Gon, soaking
in the comfort of his scent and arms. “I think. I don’t know.”

Qui-Gon gave a
discontented growl and ducked his head down into the others neck,
sniffing. Then he stiffened, hand going to Obi-Wan’s hair to pull
his head back and nuzzling more into his neck, taking several deep
breaths.

“Qui-Gon?”
Obi-Wan whispered, comforted by the tight hold the other had on him.

The other pulled
back slowly, a smile slowly stretching his face. “…You’re
pregnant. You’re not sick, you’re pregnant Obi-Wan.” He
whispered.

The two stared at
each other before Qui-Gon let out a loud bark of a laugh and lifted
Obi-Wan clean of his feet, swinging him around. “You’re
pregnant!”

Stepping back
hurriedly so not to be in the way, Anakin felt a tenseness leave his
shoulders as he watched the two with a small grin as Obi-Wan gave a
yelp of surprise and happiness. “What?! Qui-Gon put me down!”

“Guess that
means I’m piloting us to safety.” Anakin mused in amusement as he
took a few more steps back as Qui-Gon put Obi-Wan down only to bring
him into a deep kiss.

“Qui-Gon!”
Obi-Wan laughed and pushed the other away, smiling up at him. “How
can you be sure?”

“Well I’m not
but you smell like it.” Qui-Gon grinned down at him, stroking the
others now kiss flushed cheeks. “We can check at home of course
but…the smell.” He leaned back in and settled his large nose in
the others neck, taking several deep breaths. “You smell so good.”
He sighed happily.

“Guess this
means you’re trilled if there’s a baby huh?” Obi-Wan settled
into him, smiling softly.

“More then
trilled. Force.” Qui-Gon held him tight, ran his hand gently over
the others flat stomach. “I’m no young alpha Obi-Wan. I just…”
He settled again.

“…Well
then…guess this limits our missions for the future huh?” Obi-Wan
was almost purring at the attention his mate was pouring over him.

“Heh, for this,
I’d be temple bound if needed.” Qui-Gon nosed slowly into the
soft neck. “My Obi.”

“My Qui.”