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So in To Me You Belong, how far along in his heat is Obi? Will he come to and find Vaderkin there? How will he react?

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Sleep.

That
is almost all Obi-Wan does and it takes Vader a disturbing amount of
time for him to understand what’s going on and why he doesn’t
feel like mating the other.

Obi-Wan
is skinny.

How
Vader misses out on that when Obi-Wan is pressed up against his body,
he blames on the layers he’s wearing but a bit of back rubbing and
then exploitative prodding gives Vader all the information he needs
on Obi-Wan’s body.

While
Obi-Wan’s body can still go into heat, he can’t sustain a pup and
that is worrying for a lot of reasons and makes Vader reluctantly
leave the nest to go searching around, finding the latch in the
living room slash kitchen under a carpet that lead down to the
basement of Obi-Wan’s little moisture farm.

Of
course, that in turn makes Obi-Wan whimper and sit up in his nest,
watching Vader with confused eyes for a little bit before he curls
back down and pulls the cape to him, going back to sleep.

‘If
you sleep, you’re not hungry…’ Vader shook himself of the
thought, remembering hunger pains while curled into his mother’s
side as he stepped down the stairs to the basement, mentally
grumbling about how shallow it was.

Whoever
had built this place must not have been used to Tatooine, it was
shallow enough to keep stuff cool but not built far enough down to be
cold.

That
meant that water would heat inside the containers and vaporize.

It
meant that you would loose water that you had farmed.

“Idiotic…”
Vader growled out unhappily under his breath, pushing moist curls out
of his face before shaking his head and pulling a flashlight from his
belt, aiming it around with a deep frown at the sizable basement as
he started checking the inventory.

While
there were water barrels in here, only one of them was full with the
second one being mostly empty and as for food…

“What
the hell has he been doing?” Vader muttered unhappily, frowning
deeply as all he found was a basket of dried legumes, some dried
fruit in a lidded bowl and a strip of dried and over salted meat.

All of
the food was fine, in essence but all of it, except for the fruit,
needed some kind of prep.

Something
Obi-Wan in heat wouldn’t be able to do.

An
omegas heat meant they wanted to remain in their nest, they weren’t
suppose to leave them and were meant to prepare beforehand and
Obi-Wan was not up to doing much anyhow with his situation.

Scrubbing
his face, Vader let out a deep sigh before taking the legumes, fruit
and meat with him up.

Obi-Wan’s
lack of verbalization, lack of attacking Vader and reliance on
sleeping also made sense to him now.

He was
relying on instincts to get him through his heat, because he was half
starved and didn’t have a pack around him or a mate.

So,
sleep to ignore the hunger pains and instincts to manage through the
heat, stealing his senses. He had recognized Vader as a danger and
himself as too weak to do anything but had it been anyone else, Vader
had no doubt Obi-Wan would have gone into an omega frenzy to defend
himself and his home.

Had he
not recognized the scent and waited on Vader’s move, Vader would
have gotten the fight he had come for.

Anyone
else however would have gotten savaged.

‘Kark,
I came here to kill you… what the hell Obi-Wan.’ Vader closed the
latch on the basement and set the basket of yellow peas on the
counter along with the meat.

Then
he made his way to the bedroom with the fruits.

While
not much, it would keep Obi-Wan full until Vader could soak the dried
peas and make a basic stew with the meat.

If he
was lucky, he could find some roots around Obi-Wan’s settlement to
add to the stew too.

As
expected, Obi-Wan was sleeping, tucked up with the black cape to his
chest.

An
unexpected pang ran through Vader, freezing him in his tracks as he
stared at Obi-Wan in his pathetic nest, hands clenching on the bowl
of dried fruit he had fetched.

Swallowing
harshly, Vader let out a slow breath before moving to the pallet and
kneeling down, carefully shaking Obi-Wan’s shoulder until he opened
his eyes. “Hey, you need to eat.” He whispered, raising the bowl
slightly.

Obi-Wan
blinked blearily at him before focusing on the bowl, perking up
slightly and opening his mouth.

‘What
the kark is my life?’ Vader couldn’t help but muse as he started
hand feeding the omega Jedi, knowing he had at least two more days of
Obi-Wan’s heat to get through.

ABO Vaderwan maybe? if that strikes your fancy that is.

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Somehow actually standing here under the light of the cool moons
above with sand blowing around him, feeling Obi-Wan’s signature
felt surreal to Vader as he stood outside of the hut at the edge of
the Jundland wastes, standing on Tatooine’s cursed sand once more,
a place he had sworn to never return to unless he had any other
choice.

He
might have been forced to return during the clone wars during the
debacle with Jabba’s sprog but this was different.

Because
he had finally found his old master, finally found Obi-Wan’s
hiding place and it was here.

‘Guess
he really did know me well enough to know where to hide, I would
never have found him if it wasn’t for him contacting Organa.’
Vader couldn’t help but bitterly think before he made his way to
the door and forced it open with a wave of the Force, frowning
slightly at the heavy locks and barricading he could hear clicking.

It was
unusual, Obi-Wan didn’t lock down himself like this, not even in
the worst of the war unless he was guarding someone, like the time
Vader hit his head an- ‘No, those memories were Skywalker’s. Not
mine.’ Vader shook his head sternly, gritting his teeth a bit as
the scars from the Emperors last ‘lesson’ itched.

Though,
thinking about it, considering the jawas would take anything not
nailed down or too heavy to carry, maybe locking it that heavy was
warranted if Obi-Wan had issues with those karking tuskens or jawas.

Maybe
he had finally gotten a sense of self preservation going?

Any
pangs of worry that shot through Vader at the thought of tuskens near
his old master was swiftly stifled as Vader finally got the door
open, air whooshing out to meet him as he stepped through and closed
the door behind him, his had falling to his saber as he looked about
the dark room, taking in the small living quarters where living room
and kitchen were all mixed into one.

Just
as all small moisture farms really.

There
was most likely a fresher and bedroom beyond this and if Vader
remembered right, a cellar to keep food items and water.

‘At
least if Kenobi’s smart there would be one.’ Vader turned on the
heat ray of his helmet finding Obi-Wan’s signature, laying prone on
what was most likely his pallet.

Confusion
itched Vader’s spine.

The
Force should have alerted the Jedi, it should have had him on his
feet and ready to fight but from what Vader could see through the
heat scan, Obi-Wan was curled on his sleeping pallet.

Moving
cautiously towards it with his right hand wrapped around his saber
hilt, Vader pushed the door open with his hand and stood in the
doorway, easily finding Obi-Wan with the heat vision and still the
Jedi did not move.

Cursing,
his heart pounding with worry he’d deny if asked about, Vader
removed his hand from his saber hilt and instead put them to his
helmet, pulling his helmet off.

And
promptly froze as unfiltered air was breathed in.

Because
that scent was unmistakable for all that Skywalker had spent a
lifetime thinking Obi-Wan was a Null

The
scent of an omega in the throes of heat, sweet but slightly tangy
with a suppressed edge of misery adding sourness.

Dropping
his helmet with a loud noise, Vader fumblingly reached out and found
the light switch, flooding the tiny, drab bedroom as Obi-Wan sat up
quickly from his makeshift nest of what little blankets the omega
had.

Sweaty
and flushed, Obi-Wan stared at him with wide eyes, shaking as his
scent turned even sourer while pulling the blanket around his
trembling form.

Vader
stared back blankly only to let out a low noise when a high pitched,
unhappy whine escaped the flushed redhead on the pallet.

Stumbling
forward, unsnapping the cape hanging to his shoulders, Vader let out
a deep, rumbling noise to try and sooth Obi-Wan. “Shh, no it’s
alright. It’s alright.” He mumbled out, several parts of his mind
screaming that it was not, parts of him demanding he killed
Kenobi now but the bigger part of him was the alpha hind mind
in this moment.

The
part of him that saw an omega in distress as Obi-Wan let out a
frightened noise and tried to press up against the wall his pallet
was stationed against.

“No,
no, no I’m not gonna hurt you. Not gonna hurt you Obi-Wan.” Vader
got out of his boots and his chest armor before crawling onto the
pallet, pausing right before touching the other.

Sourness
and fear rolled in Obi-Wan’s scent, in his Force aura and in his
eyes as he pressed against the wall, sweating and red faced as he
stared at Vader.

Swallowing
thickly, the scent demanding he seek out what was frightening the
omega, Vader held open his arms instead. “Promise, it alright. I’m
not gonna hurt you. Not gonna mate you. Just… come here?” He let
out a low pitched, soothing rumble.

The
dark demanded he’d snuff out the light, Darth Vader demanded he
kill the Jedi, his alpha mind demanded he’d mate the omega but
Anakin Skywalker demanded that he get Obi-Wan to calm down and relax
because stress wasn’t good for him and he was so frightened.

A
small, unsure hiccup escaped the man before he slowly, hesitantly
moved away from the wall, uncertainly letting Vader pull him into his
arms.

Cautiously
Vader drew the omega down with him, laying down first so Obi-Wan was
on top of him, the frightened and trembling Jedi slowly settling
before shuddering hard and pressing his face to Vader’s chest,
huffing in the alpha pheromones.

‘What
do you do with an omega you’re not going to mate with in heat?’
Vader blinked at the ceiling before reaching out with the Force and
turning the light off, recognizing that Obi-Wan’s heat was still
driving most of his instincts and there wasn’t going to be any
rational conversations yet.

Strangely
enough, for all he knew that Obi-Wan was desirable and for wanting to
have him before when they were both still Jedi, Vader felt no need
for it now.

All he
could feel was the overwhelming desire to make Obi-Wan calm down, to
get Obi-Wan to relax and let himself be cared for.

Pulling
the blankets up around them and summoning his cape to add to the
pitiful hoard, trying to build up Obi-Wan’s meager nest with the
few supplies he had, Vader decided that whatever was going on with
himself in that moment, it was a subject for the morning or whenever
Obi-Wan was fully able to think and talk.

‘But
let’s get this away from him…’ Vader removed his saber, sending
it across the room and into his own helmet.

Just
in case.

What is going on in the snails are free?

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Currently, Obi-Wan Kenobi had two
questions.

One,
why was his head hurting so badly?

And
two, why was he laying on the floor of the Chancellor, Anakin
hovering over him with wide eyes as he carefully fanned Obi-Wan’s
face with an actual fan his padawan must have gotten from somewhere.

‘Least
my head is laying in Anakin’s lap… comfy lap… Anakin has
thunder thighs, nice thunder thighs… warm ones… bet they can
choke a man.’ Obi-Wan dazedly thought, watching Anakin’s eyes
widen in surprise, his cheeks heating up with little blue eyes
opening on the over his brows and around his temple, glistening at
him before closing just as quickly as they had opened.

Oh,
wait, Anakin likely heard those thoughts.

He’d
have to explain that thunder thigh comment wouldn’t he.

Awkwardly
he fumbled a hand up and over his shoulder, patting Anakin’s thigh
on the side as best he could.

But
when he tried to talk, only a garbled, odd noise escaped him and the
flush faded from Anakin’s skin to leave behind concern once more.
“I think I need to bring my master back to the temple Chancellor.
Would you be able to inform the medic to bring a hover stretcher and
maybe get your secretary to call for a bigger transport?”

“Of
course Anakin my boy, just give me a moment.” That voice made
Obi-Wan groan with pain, spasming against Anakin’s thigh as it
brought his padawan’s attention back down on him firmly, Anakin
pressing his hand to the master’s forehead and covering his eyes at
the same time.

“Easy
master, it’s alright, I’m here.” Anakin murmured, voice
soothing, gentle and shifting his hand to ensure Obi-Wan couldn’t
see anything.

‘Oh,
I know this. This is so I won’t see anything that hurts me. That
other world. Ani’s world… pretty Ani.’ Obi-Wan dazedly let out
a soft noise, feeling a gentle motion beneath his nose, the faint
smell of mint and engine oil filling his nose for some reason.

If
he had been more in his head, he would have realized it was Anakin’s
handkerchief wiping his nose.

“Master,
your thoughts are very loud. I know it’s not recommended,
especially with you having a nosebleed going but I’m going to send
you to sleep now before you incriminate yourself even more to anyone
else.” Anakin’s slightly high pitched voice came.

‘Incriminate
myself?’ Obi-Wan let out a soft, understanding noise, not fighting
the sleep suggestion that swiftly and comfortably pulled him beneath
the waves of darkness and blissful sleep.

()()()

Crossing
his arms over his chest, Anakin stared at the healer in confusion.
“What do you mean a vessel in his brain burst?” He questioned in
alarm, no one even pausing to glance at them at his tone.

Everyone
in the Hall were used to Anakin’s behavior when Obi-Wan was injured
or Hall restrained, to the point it was just common practice.

It
was as well known a behavior as the Kenobi avoidance of the Hall
behavior.

Least
Anakin brought him to the Hall when required.

Shrugging,
Healer Yenta slid her arms into her sleeves with a tired little sigh.
“For some reason, a high amount of adrenaline and stress went
through master Kenobi’s occipital lobe, bursting not one but
several blood vessels as they swelled due to the point of no return.
We have healed it but we have no idea why it happened,” She paused,
watching Anakin, ears flickering slightly. “Do you have any ideas
what may have happened Padawan Skywalker? Has your master been under
undue stress?” Yenta curiously asked.

‘Occipital
lobe…I’m going to have to look into that.’ Anakin mused even as
he shook his head, his braid bouncing but luckily not hitting Pinky
as the snail quietly and mournfully remained on his shoulder. “No,
not that I’m aware, he was actually pretty calm. We were invited to
tea with the Chancellor. That’s where it happened.” Anakin
explained, wondering if maybe the other world had something to do
with it.

And
he was very much not
thinking about any of Obi-Wan’s thoughts thank you very much.

He
didn’t need to burst his own vessels after all.

Yenta
sighed at that, nodding slowly as her ears twitched and flickered in
agitation. “I assumed as much. Without any indications, this may
continue to happen. As it is, he will be going on an oral medication
for a month.” She trailed off before stepping out of the way,
indicating that Anakin was allowed to enter the patient room behind
her.

After
all, one could never keep Skywalker away from Kenobi.

Or
Kenobi away from Skywalker.

I’ve been binging all your stories for weeks now and I love them so much! Could we get some more traumabreaks all? Maybe some more clones taking care of their favorite, broken jedi?

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Everything was red.

Red
was the lips of Satine and the first kiss Obi-Wan had ever gotten.

Red
the color of Bruck Chun, his hair and face covered in his own red
blood as he died as a pawn to Xanatos.

Red
the color of the Melida/Daan teens when he had first seen a fellow
sentient die meaningless death.

Red
the color of the wine he had drunk and been poisoned with to the
brink of his own death.

Red
the color of Maul’s skin and his eyes as they trained on Obi-Wan.

Red
the color of his helplessness as he could only watch Qui-Gon’s
death.

Red
the color of lava that rises around him, Obi-Wan’s helplessness
growing as he looks into awful yellow mixed with red in a face that
is too familiar.

Red
the color of his own body as he scream-”General!” Obi-Wan gasped
for air, eyes snapping open as he stared up into wide, concerned
amber eyes, Cody’s hands on his shoulder as Obi-Wan gripped the
commander’s wrist, blunt nails digging into the armor as Obi-Wan
gasped for air.

White,
amber, orange, black… not red…

Shuddering,
Obi-Wan sucked in one deep breath and held it for a second, closing
his eyes as he let it out through his nose forcefully.

It
forced his breathing to slow down as he repeated the action, still
clinging to Cody’s wrists as the commander held onto his shoulder.

Though
Cody’s grip had eased gently and his thumbs were now rubbing slow
circles on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, the man muttering quiet words in
mando’a.

Nonsense
really but still appreciated until Obi-Wan managed to calm down
enough that his heart wasn’t threatening to beat out of his chest.

Slowly,
Obi-Wan managed to open his eyes to blink up at the other man, a
soft, pained little huff escaping him.

His
chest hurt from that and if his eyes were a bit wet, Cody didn’t
make a fuss about it.

Instead
the man carefully eyed him before nodding. “You with me now
General?” He murmured quietly, only reluctantly letting go when
Obi-Wan nodded and let go of the man’s wrist. “Good, was worried
there a moment…” He murmured, still closely watching Obi-Wan.

Slowly,
Obi-Wan pressed himself up on his elbows, sitting up in bed before
pausing and blinking up at the other man, question obvious on his
face.

A
wry smile crossed Cody’s face. “We were worried, so we wanted to
see how you were doing. Forgive me if we’ve crossed the line sir.”
He murmured, offering Obi-Wan a hand when the Jedi continued pushing
up.

Taking
the offered hand, Obi-Wan blinked at the man in bemusement. “We?”
He mumbled, brain still caught somewhere between sleep and his own
hyper awareness after the nightmare.

And
that was a nightmare, brought on by old PTSD and pain for sure.

All
of Obi-Wan was an exposed nerve and there was nothing to shield him
at the moment.

Picking
up the night robe, Cody helped Obi-Wan into the soft, beige cloth and
tied it around his waist, making Obi-Wan look a bit more presentable
compared to his striped pajamas. “We as in Rex, Longshot, Killer
and Gregor, we wanted to make sure you were alright and General
Skywalker was kind enough to let us in.” Cody explained, hesitating
before reaching up and finger combing Obi-Wan’s likely messy hair
into a semblance of order.

‘They…
came to check on me?’ Obi-Wan blinked, feeling a bit speechless as
he stood there, letting Cody carefully fuss over him, the commander’s
brows drawn together in a thoughtful expression as he carefully
continued settling Obi-Wan’s hair before he nodded in satisfaction,
resting a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder to gently steer him out into
the living room area of the quarters.

Obi-Wan’s
breath hitched.

The
sun was beaming in through the open window, the scent of tea was in
the air along with some sweetly porridge smell and Obi-Wan could feel
his mouth watering to his surprise. But more than that, no red meet
him.

“General!
Good morning!”

“General
it’s good to see you!”

“General Kenobi, good morning.”

Only
a chorus of greetings with white, blue, orange and amber, worried,
relieved faces turned to him, greeting him as Obi-Wan and Anakin’s
troopers gentle concern wrapped around him along with their comfort
at seeing him, Cody’s hand a steadying pressure on his shoulder
that kept him from falling apart again as his emotions went spastic
in his chest again.

Fallen for you is great! I like how they are all reaching out to each other. Can we see Palpatine getting shut down everytime he tries to get in contact with Anakin? Because he deserves all the bad things, while Anakin deserves good things

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Frowning faintly to himself, Plo stared at the comm in his hand for
several long minutes, his mind lost in thought before he got to his
feet and made his way out of his own quarters with the comm he had
been entrusted held tightly in his grasp.

When Anakin, rubbing the
back of his neck sheepishly with Obi-Wan at his side, had arrived and
quietly asked Plo to take over his comm for a while, Plo had been
endeared by the trust given him.

Now he was annoyed.

Because in the last four
days he had the comm, the chancellor had tried to contact Anakin not
once, not twice but eight times.

Three calls and five
message functions and a this point he was not only annoyed by the
constant interruption to his own life but also alarmed by how much
the chancellor of the Republic took contact with one Jedi knight.

For what purpose the
Chancellor wouldn’t tell Plo and that was enough to send several
red flags up to the top and Plo needed…

A second opinion.

Skywalker had trusted him
to hold his comm, to keep distraction to a minimum while the boy
tried to deal with his own Fallen state and Plo would do his best as
someone trusted to do that.

Pausing in front of the
door, Plo glanced at the name plate before knocking, waiting.

“Caleb, no don-wait! Oh
for… you are cleaning that up padawan.” Came from inside the
quarters and Plo couldn’t help but grin as he heard the familiar
chuckle of Mace Windu mix in with Depa’s exasperated tone.

“Karma sure is a thing
isn’t it Depa?” He stated in a faux innocent voice and Plo could
almost imagine all the younglings faces.

And they were younglings
to him.

Most of the temple outside
of Yoda and a few wookie Jedi were far to young to be anything but. And Yaddle was an age mate.

Finally the door opened, a
frazzled Depa standing to attention before she saw who it was, a
smile crossing her face as one of her braids dropped into her face.
“Master Plo, what an unexpected pleasure, please, come in and
excuse the mess.” She stepped back and he stepped in.

And firmly paused, staring
into the room before slowly turning his head to look at Mace, the man
standing over by the bedroom doors with a wicked grin on his face as
Depa’s young padawan continued trying to remove what looked like
sticky blue gum off the floor, walls and caff table. “What in Force
name…” Plo couldn’t help but chuckled.

“Caleb science
experiment went wrong.” Mace continued to grin wickedly and Plo couldn’t help
but chuckle too, remembering a certain young lady’s own science
experiment going very wrong in Mace old quarters.

If he had heard the rumors right, the
left wall was still red tinted from that experiment. “I see.” He
turned his head to smirk at Depa and laughed outright when she stuck
her tongue out at both older Jedi.

Shaking herself, Depa face
turned from a smirk to a small smile. “Is there anything I can help
you with Master Plo? I’d offer you something but I’m afraid I
don’t have anything safe for kel dors but as it is, you can come in
with boots on since we need to do a hard clean after Caleb’s little
experiment.” The human stated, her young padawan’s clearly
blushing a deep red.

Reminded why he had made
his way to these quarters, Plo humor faded as he lifted the comm,
catching Mace attention. “I’m afraid I’m in need of a second
opinion my friends. Knight Skywalker has given me his comm for the
foreseeable future to limit distraction and I have in turn discovered
something… alarming in my eyes. Sate a potentially foolish man’s
worries.” He murmured.

The two older humans
exchanged looks, Caleb pausing in his cleaning to peek up with wide,
curious eyes.

In the end, three alarmed
council members were the result of Plo’s excursion, all of them
asking the same thing.

Why was the Chancellor
trying so desperately to speak with Knight Skywalker and was this a
common occurrence? And if so, how long had the Chancellor of the
Republic been speaking with the young knight like so.

Had this been going on
since he was a padawan, when he was no more than ten and just a child
that didn’t know better than to listen to an authority figure?

The implication of it were
not… comforting to any of them, even Caleb, squeezing out a rag of
blue water into a bucket, looked uncomfortable.

“Skywalker needs all the
space he can get right now,” Depa murmured, a hand resting on chin
with fingers sprawled against her lips. “But we can try asking
Obi-Wan while Skywalker is in his own therapy with you… this has to
be done cautiously regardless, if we were to discover something…”
She trailed off.

Three masters exchanged
long, uneasy looks.

This was building to be
something that should not been allowed to happen.

Could we get some more LordOfGrief? What’s gonna happen when they finally get to back to the temple? What will happen to Obi-Wan? Will the rest of the Council’s hearts break because of just HOW MUCH grief poor Obi had to be able to fall?

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There isn’t even an attempt to hide.

If there is one thing
Obi-Wan has always done, he has faced the consequences of his actions
head on and therefore he walks beside Anakin with his hood down and
his yellow eyes on display, doing nothing to hide his Fallen status
or hiding away his Force aura, noticeably darker.

He does pretend however to
not see the Sentinels following him or the people dropping things or
staring at him in shock or dismay.

What do they know.

Obi-Wan’s situation is…
well not unique.

Though some of the shock
may also be due to the bound CIS General hovering behind him and
Anakin, escorted by clone troopers.

There is something really
strange about walking in the Light while you yourself is broken apart
Obi-Wan would have to admit as they finally meet with the Council
members in the temple.

Yoda, Mace, Adi, Plo,
Ka-Adi, Even and Depa all stare at him in various degrees of shock
that Obi-Wan does nothing to reassure them about, even as Anakin
shifts closer to him, his aura protective as Obi-Wan placidly stares
at his fellow council members.

Though for how long.

Finally, it seems Mace
shakes himself enough to wave for the Sentinels to step forward,
Anakin tensing beside Obi-Wan. “The Sentinels will take Grievous to
the cells for now, The council will… convene in the chamber, to
discuss the details of this incident with Kenobi and Skywalker.” He
managed to choke out, eyes still disbelieving as he stared at
Obi-Wan.

‘Well, this will be
interesting.’ Obi-Wan thought to himself even as he bowed his head.

Then he reached for his
saber, all Jedi except Anakin tensing and then looking awkward when
all Obi-Wan did was hand his saber to his former padawan. “Look
after that would you Anakin. I believe it’s best I don’t have it
on hand myself.” He noted calmly.

Anakin, an ounce of
reluctance on his face, tucked the saber obediently onto his belt.
“Of course master.” He murmured, his flesh hand coming to rest on
Obi-Wan’s shoulder, showing his support without a word crossing his
lips as his only functioning hand rested trustingly on Obi-Wan.

While most of his body was
now healed, his mech hand still needed repairs.

Turning his head, Obi-Wan
nodded to his commander. “I will see you later.” He murmured
assuringly, feeling Cody’s worry spike even as the commander
saluted in understanding.

()()()

Anakin isn’t sure what
is going to happen.

He feels on edge, guarded
and tense in a way he has only felt in when there’s a battle to be
and he doesn’t like the fact that he can feel the same thing in his
home.

It
makes him uneasy as he wants to hide Obi-Wan away from every staring
Jedi even as he answers and recounts the incident that lead to his
capture by Grievous until when his memories get fuzzy. He feels more
than he sees Obi-Wan twitch with something close to anger each time
Anakin recounts how Grievous gloated when he injured Anakin.

‘Any
other time, a year, a month, a week
ago and I would have scoffed at the idea of Obi-Wan caring for me…’
Anakin mused as Obi-Wan, emotionless
in his recounting
what had happened to Grievous, what he had done, the outright
torture he had happened upon the
cyborg.

And
through it all, the council listened, some with hands closer to their
sabers than others and some watching Obi-Wan as if he was a
particular interesting bug.

Anakin
was honestly grateful that Shaak Ti was away on Kamino, her
expression of disgust…

“Why?”
Yoda finally croaked, the old man leaning forward, something akin to
despair in that one syllable that made Anakin want to bristle.

Obi-Wan
quietly stared back, almost ponderously as he didn’t pretend not to
understand the question. Then he shook his head. “You may be old
and you may understand grief and loss Master Yoda… but you don’t
understand this…” He trailed off then he shrugged, a small smile
crossing his face.

Anakin
blinked at his master, wondering what the hell the other was talking
about even as something close to panic uncapped in his stomach. Why
wasn’t Obi-Wan defending himself?

He
had to defend himself or the order mi-a gasp escaped him, sudden, gut
wrenching pain erupted in his chest.

It
felt like when his mother died but worse somehow, there was no anger
to dampen the grief, only bottomless, encompassing grief that made
him want to howl in physical pain and yet a tired sort of acceptance
mingled with a helpless sort of desperation.

And
then it was gone, Anakin gasping for air as he knelt on the council
floor, his face pressed to Obi-Wan’s hip as he clung to the others
robe, Obi-Wan’s hand gently petting through his hair. “It’s
alright Anakin, it’s alright. Calm down dear one…” Obi-Wan
whispered and Anakin whimpered when the man shifted only to relax
when he felt Obi-Wan kneel down to hug him. A warm, callused hand
rubbed at his back, Obi-Wan holding him tenderly and Anakin spared a
thought for embarrassment that the council could see him like this
before it disappeared with his desperate need for comfort.

If
he had been able to look around, he would have seen all the council
members either hugging themselves, crying or looking like they wanted
to vomit, the sensation of Obi-Wan’s overwhelming grief in their
veins still echoing.

“Now
you know I love you dear one,” Obi-Wan whispered quietly, Anakin
hiccuping into his shoulder. “It’s alright though. I won’t let
you forget it again.” Obi-Wan continued with a little hum, still
watching the council even as he comforted his former padawan,
pressing the man into his chest as best he could.

Knowing
he was snotting the others shoulder and yet not caring, Anakin
tightened his remaining hand in Obi-Wan’s back tunic, hiccuping
harshly as he tried to bring himself back together.

How
could one man hold so much grief… and yet remain so kind?

Moddy in old and sweet do Anakin and Obi-Wan talk? How does the council react to everything? Does Anakin make his new lightsaber(s?)? Thank you for all your writing your awesome.

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“So
you gave him the crystal.”

Qui-Gon’s
deep voice echoed through
the mostly empty quarters of the Kenobi and Skywalker Duo, each of
them gone off somewhere else with Ahsoka having gone to find Barris
as
Ben simply
had shooed them all of with the assurance that he could handle a few
hours alone and would go find someone if he proved to get touch
starved or lonesome.

Ben
continued stirring his tea slowly and steadily, the man no more
perturbed by the echoing of an invisible voice than he would be by
bird song. “I did.” Ben hummed softly, glancing up when Qui-Gon
shimmered into view.

“Was
that wise?” The man frowned slightly at Ben.

This
was the moment Ben quietly cursed his addled state as he had
apparently spilled quite a bit of information to his old master.
Information no one but Ben should have.

Information
that would have Anakin watched with hawk eyes at all times.

And
further send him into the grasp of Palpatine or darkness at the very
least.

Taking
a small sip of his tea, Ben mused quietly on it before sighing and
looking up at Qui-Gon. “The potential for darkness is not the same
as always falling for it. And Anakin is not the same Anakin who once
knelt for a Sith master. I have done the Jedi no harm by giving
Anakin, the chosen one as you once said, one of the most powerful
crystals to ever exist.” He stated calmly.

Clearly
troubled, Qui-Gon looked away, Ben settling back in his seat to sip
his tea slowly as his old master considered the words and Ben’s
genuine belief in them.

Ben
had just settled in, having arrived back on Coruscant had been a blessing
for his old joints, the healers had fussed him away once the
council was done with him, though he knew that wasn’t the last of
the interrogation now that Ben was finally conscious.

The
healers had taken time to question him, ask him outright about things
Ben before had been confused about and then gotten a mental gauge on
him.

Ben
was now as capable as any aging Jedi master, though he still needed
tending to with his aching joints and worn down body, the man
confessing to years on Tatooine having done him no favors. So far the
healers were speculating options to help Ben overcome some of his
issues, though others were clearly permanent.

But
they could be soothed ever so slightly.

Some
through medication and others through treatment and some TLC for
an old man, who had spent a long time without enough water to
properly wash at times.

Healer
Marna had been quite insistent that Ben should regularly take warm
baths for his joints and arthritics sake.

And
a new tea had been added on the agenda for him to drink once a day,
once more for his joints issues but also his digestive system.

“Anakin
has started working on the crystals,” Qui-Gon’s voice cut through
Ben’s thought and the white haired man peeked up through his
eyelashes at the troubled master in front of him. “It’s shaping
up to be quite the weapon as he’s letting the Force guide him,
along with the materials.”

Ben
contemplated that, peering into the half drunk cup for a moment,
swirling the tea that reminded him so much of the muddy water he had
picked the crystal up from when he had been rummaging
for supplies and answers in the desert.

Tilting
his head a bit, Ben asked a question without words as he stared up at
his old master in his ghostly shape.

Closing
his eyes, Qui-Gon looked like he was sending a prayer of forgiveness
of to somewhere before he opened his mouth. “He’s still very much
a slave to his emotions Ben. What if…” He trailed off.

Glancing
down, Ben stared at the contents of his cup before raising it and
swallowing the last with one painful gulp and then setting his cup
aside on the coffee table. “Then it will happen and it was the will
of the Force as much as Sidious manipulations. Regardless, I will be
here, watching, waiting… praying,” He looked up at Qui-Gon, the
man staring back at him with a pained grimace on his face. “And I
will fall here. Still praying.” Ben smiled at him.

Dropping
down on his knees, Qui-Gon settled his hands on Ben’s thighs,
staring at him with imploring eyes, opening his mouth
but
no noise escaped him. Shuddering Qui-Gon closed his eyes and then
slowly lowered his head until it was resting in Ben’s lap, the
ghostly blue shape shuddering against Ben as he struggled against the
tide of emotions in his chest.

Slowly,
Ben raised a hand and settled it on the back of Qui-Gon’s head,
slowly stroking the long, ghostly hair, gently stirring the locks and
pressing them down as he turned his head to look at the window,
smiling faintly at
the sight of blue sky and the sun.
“My… what a lovely day it is.” He hummed softly, letting
Qui-Gon sob in his lap like a lost child, Ben’s
hand gently carding through blue hair that he could touch.

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Smashing
through the doors without as much as a ‘how’d you do?’, Anakin
looked around the council chamber wildly even as the surprised holo
of Queen Breha turned around
in his direction,
having obviously heard him open
the doors as fast as he did.

“Obi-Wan’s
attacked?” Anakin got out, his words jumbled up in his own head and not coming out right.

Master
Depa stood quickly and moved over to him, placing her hands on his
shoulders as a sudden rush of calm
entered Anakin’s veins and head, a forceful breath of air escaping
him as he stared at her with wide eyes.

Happily, Depa had understood what Anakin had tried to ask.  “Yes,
he was attacked though we can’t claim this time that it was
directed at him, though with the previous
incidents…”
She trailed off and Anakin let out a low whine in his throat.

With
the Forced calm induced by Master Depa however, he took in the entire
council chamber and it’s occupants.

Every
last one of the order were sporting troubled frowns and Queen Breha
had her arm visibly in a fold, her hair a mess despite obviously
having cleaned up from the attack.

“What…
happened?” He finally got out.

Only
the virtue of being Obi-Wan’s former padawan got Anakin answers
when he was being lead closer so Breha could see him, the queen
focusing on him as she inclined her head carefully.

Obviously
more injured than her image presented with how gingerly she was
moving.

“Master
Kenobi and Master Jinn had only just arrived,” She started,
reiterating the story once more for Anakin sake alone as he kept his
eyes on her. “He was a bit annoyed, clearly his former master and
his lover weren’t letting him do much but he was in otherwise good
mood as he took in the air around the landing platform. One moment
things were fine and then suddenly Master Kenobi stumbled, as if
startled and Master Jinn removed his saber, looking equally
startled…” She trailed off, touching her arm as her face turned
distant.

Anakin
hesitated before cleaning his throat. “Queen Breha?”

She
jumped a bit, shaking her head before giving a shaken smile.
“Apologies, it was… traumatic,” Queen Breha sighed heavily
before shaking her head again. “One moment we were standing in the
crisp air
of Aldera’s outskirts and the next everything was upside down…a
bomb had gone off and everyone was shaken around, the platform was
overturned, people were buried below rubble.” She shook her head,

Anakin
wrapped his arms around himself, eyes wide. “And Obi-Wan?” He
whispered, terror thrumming through him despite Master Depa still
running threads of calm through him.

Queen
Breha hesitated then sighed. “Still alive, Master Jinn managed to
avoid most of the blast and wasn’t injured, he went right to work
with digging people out while my security force aided and summoned
medics and other aid.” Breha murmured, a note of discomfort on her
face.

Still
alive.

Still
alive didn’t mean would stay alive.

And
what about the babies?

Swallowing,
Anakin opened his mouth and closed it again, staring desperately at
her even as he felt a small measure of relief that Qui-Gon was
alright at least.

Shaking
her head, Queen Breha gave him a long look. “We don’t know, the
healers aren’t optimistic. He’s currently in a bacta tube but if
they survive the night…” She helplessly raised her good hand.

Anakin
felt like someone had pulled the carpet out from under him as he
stared at Queen Breha. “…Commander Cody?” He questioned
quietly, his heart thundering.

“Currently
in the medic’s hands too. He’s as well as one can be with him
being as close to the blast,” She stated calmly.

Anakin
turned his head and looked to the council, a request on the tip of
his tongue when Yoda raised a gnarled finger at him. “Travel to
Alderaan you will, quickly you must go. Injured Master Jinn is and
while capable Alderaan is, security Obi-Wan must have.” The old
troll croaked and Anakin could have cried in relief.

As
it was, he simply bowed and turned on his heel, practically running
the same way he had arrived an hour earlier.

He
was going to get his ass to Alderaan and he was damn well going to
make sure there wasn’t another assassination attempt. ‘And woe be
anyone who tries!’ Anakin bared his teeth in the elevator, glaring
at nothing.

Firs
the chancellor and the Senate with their abortion bullshit and now
this!

Someone
had tried to kill his master!

So how do the boys proceed after finding out that Palpatine (potentially) has the codes to everything in the temple?

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The
first thing that happened after Obi-Wan and Anakin presented the
evidence of Prosset Dibs giving over codes for the temple to another
party was that Mace Windu let out a growl so loud that Anakin’s
wolf side reacted and transformed in front of everyone, ripping up
yet another pair of boots and leggings.

The
second thing was that the Temple Guards were sent to collect said man
and put him in a damn cell.

Obi-Wan
quietly rubbed Anakin’s ears, watching the rest of the council as
they mulled over the information they had come over once that was
done. “We can’t prove that it’s Palpatine,” Plo finally
sighed, raising his hand when Anakin bristled. “We’re sorry
Knight Skywalker, but we can’t and even if we could, the only thing
we have is that he’s meeting with a dishonored Jedi master and
getting the codes to the temple.” He sighed deeply.

“Worrying
it is however.” Yoda tapped his cane on his chair, frowning heavily
with ears twitching.

Snorting
deeply, Depa sat up. “Oh you don’t say, the Chancellor having the
codes to the temple for some reason, our local ‘wolves’ being
wary of him to the point the troopers and Skywalker don’t like
being around him, not to mention him sitting in his position
longer than he should.” She rubbed her face.

“Regardless,”
Mace sat up, frowning around the room. “We need to change the codes
now, have them all
changed and keep a stricter tab on our own mem-” He paused, rubbing
his scalp slowly.

Everyone
blinked, looking at Mace.

Anakin
went as far as to sit down on his rear to watch everyone, becoming
more comfortable.

“If
Dibs is sharing the codes,” Mace stated slowly, a deep frown on his
face. “Whose to say there aren’t more doing it?” He murmured,
glancing about.

The
council went dead silent, Obi-Wan and Anakin exchanging long looks
before focusing back on the council.

“I
do believe,” Obi-Wan stated, his long elvish like ears twitching
faintly. “That we should perhaps set up a few teams to go through
more security recording as I and Anakin are only looking for whoever
betrayed us to the CIS.” He murmured, eyes slitting a bit before
going back to normal, his hand resting on Anakin’s head.

Exchanging
worried looks, nods were exchanged by everyone. “Do you have a
suggestion Obi-Wan?” Mace leaned forward.

Lips
twitching up, showing off his fangs, Obi-Wan gave a nod. “Oh, I got
a few suggestion.” He chuckled faintly.

()()()

Rolling
over the floor with Waxer, Anakin let out a delighted bark as he for
the first time in a few days had a playmate around, ignoring his
chuckling mate.

Obi-Wan
figured that bringing in the 212th
and 501st
to go over the security recording and making notes of suspicious
behavior was the best solution they could do. After all, neither of
them were really doing much on Coruscant with their General’s being
grounded thanks to the threat to Obi-Wan’s life and Anakin’s
inability to be separated from the vampire.

So
putting them to use in helping the Jedi weed out the problems going
on was the best thing to do.

And
it amused Obi-Wan to see his mate so happy with a playmate around.

Ahsoka
was a joy to teach but sometimes Anakin just needed another canine
around to play with and mock hunt, that was why Obi-Wan and Ahsoka
went hunting together since she couldn’t do the flock hunting that
the werewolves could.

And
no one was going to change her into a werewolf, there was no reason
to.

She
was strong and capable on her own and wouldn’t have any gain from
becoming a werewolf or a vampire.

Not
that Obi-Wan was going to change anyone.

He’d
sooner throw himself down a melting pit as he had once done to Maul.

Rolling
his shoulders, Obi-Wan turned back to the records to continue going
through, wondering if it was Dibs who had ratted them out to the CIS,
he could be petty enough.

They
hadn’t heard anything from the Temple Guards though, so he didn’t
think so and he knew they were interrogating him down below in the
cells.

At
least he had more company than his mate in the security rooms now,
sending Cody a small smile as the commander had opted to stick around
him, other troopers going to the rest of the security rooms around
the temple.

Cody
sent him a small grin in return, shrugging faintly before rolling his
eyes and tilting his head at Waxer and Anakin.

Obi-Wan
just chuckled, bumping their shoulders together in a friendly manner
only to laugh when Anakin was suddenly doing his best to crawl into
Obi-Wan’s lap. “Anakin, what in the world?” He grinned down at
the other, smile softening when he saw how the other was wagging his
tail. “Oh alright…” He chuckled faintly, rubbing the others
ears with one hand and going back to the recorded security cams.

There
were still plenty to go through, even if he had a heavy wolf on his
lap.