oh noooo

LupineCopper has me on the edge of my seat! (I was envisioning the mountain scenes from the animated version of Mulan while I read this, no joke. It fit really well imo!) I can’t wait to see how they are rescued, and by whom! Does Obi have it in him to go all the way, since he’s still just a little Padawan? Or does a kind stranger (or not-so-stranger??) find them and take over? I’m so eager to see!!

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Everything hurt and he felt like his skin felt like it had been rubbed with rough sandpaper everywhere but particularly in the face but still Qui-Gon slowly opened his eyes to stare at the white ceiling above.

It was all white and smelled of sterility.

It was unmistakable and Qui-Gon wanted to groan because ending up in a medcenter was one of the last things he wanted to do honestly.

But… his last memory had not been of this.

It had been of snow and ice and… and… Obi-Wan!

His padawan!

Qui-Gon let out a deep hiss as he slowly forced himself to sit up, the blanket falling down his chest to his waist. It was a small room but there was another bed in the room… but it was empty. No padawan.

The heart rate monitor started beeping as his agitation hit him and Qui-Gon blinked at it only to let out a shocked noise as the door flew open, a nurse storming in and fussing over him as Qui-Gon for several minutes, lowering the sensitivity of the machine and then raising the bed when it was clear Qui-Gon wasn’t about to lay down.

“Now, serah Jedi, you need to relax, you’re still in a fragile conditio-”

Qui-Gon cleared his throat while staring up at the man. “W-where’s my padawan?” He rasped out, wincing at how raw his throat was.

What more, the nurse looked confused, frowning at him. “I’m sorry serah, you need to relax. It was only you and the dog when you were found.” The person said before continuing to check Qui-Gon’s vitals, noting down while summoning a medic.

The dog.

Obi-Wan’s furry body, ropes wrapped around him, copper on snow…

Qui-Gon threw the blanket back, flushing his body with the Force as realization hit him.

Obi-Wan had pulled Qui-Gon through the snow on a broken sled, his padawan poor furry body, shaken, all too sentient eyes in a wolf face and so much pain and fear combining with Qui-Gon’s own.

“Serah Jedi!” The nurse tried to grab him but adrenaline and the Force was making quick work of Qui-Gon’s flagging health, the man automatically grabbing his clearly cleaned robe from a chair in the room, rushing past the incoming twi’lek medic.

His padawan was close, he could still feel him, their bond muted from Obi-Wan being asleep but where…

A thought chilled down his back suddenly as it occurred to him that if these people thought Obi-Wan was a dog then he’d be outside…and he’d be chained up.

Hurrying along faster, most certainly utilizing the Force in his haste, Qui-Gon was grateful to find the clinic was only one floor as he quickly made his way out, hissing as he stepped on gravel even as he reinforced the soles of his feet, looking around quickly.

Across from the clinic, laying on the gravel was Obi-Wan, tied to a metal pole with a heavy rope wrapped around his neck. His paws were wrapped up but didn’t look like he’d been treated and Obi-Wan’s fur was a mess compared to the sleek waves Qui-Gon was used to seeing.

The master Jedi felt like he had been gut punched and had to quickly draw a breath of air as he made his way across hastily, ignoring both the nurse and the doctor calling for him as he slid down on his knees to check on his werewolf padawan. “Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan wake up.” Qui-Gon ran his fingers through the matted fur of his head, scratching behind his ears as his other hand came to press gently to the snout.

It was dry and hot, Obi-Wan was clearly sick and Qui-Gon let out a quiet curse even as his padawan opened his eyes to blink up at him.

The boy whimpered at him, snuffling his warm nose against Qui-Gon’s nose before flopping his head down on his paws.

“Oh Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon whispered, trying not to let his guilt eat him. He was the master, he was the one that was suppose to look after Obi-Wan, not the other way around and carefully Qui-Gon got the rope off the boy. “It will be alright Obi-Wan, I promise.” He whispered, picking up his sick and hurting padawan under the stomach and torso area while ignoring his own ribs faintly protesting.

“Serah Jedi, I must insist tha-” Qui-Gon turned around, glaring, firmly shutting both the nurse and medic down.

“Obi-Wan requires healing, I will pay for it but he needs aid.” He growled out faintly, holding Obi-Wan protectively to him. ‘It will be alright Obi-Wan, I’ll make sure of it.’ Qui-Gon swore mentally, staring down medic and nurse.

Hi, Moddy. AWOLJedi, does Anakin actually hit the breaking point and call Obi-Wan? How does Obi-Wan react to seeing how upset Anakin is? How does he react to seeing the twins?

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Love is much like a fire.

When it is nourished, it burns brightly and strongly, encouraged and warmed or it can become a wildfire that consumes it all.

But when love isn’t fed it can dull to embers and it’s only a question of time if it is going to blossom once more into strength or taper out into embers that dies.

Anakin had read that somewhere, one of the books Obi-Wan had handed him to read during downtime when Anakin had broken his leg and was on mandated rest and was out of droids to tinker and repair and as he stood, hand hanging uncertainly in the air as he stared at the closed door, Anakin had never understood the words more keenly than now.

Love grows when feed, like a fire.

And it dies when it is not.

Padme didn’t love him anymore.

Or at the very least, she didn’t love him as he loved her, he wasn’t her first love or even her biggest love.

Which was why she had left when Anakin had asked if they could talk.

She had smiled at him, tiredly and gone ‘I have to protect Naboo and it’s people’s interest Ani, we can talk when I get home from Senate.’ she had said and that was well and fine if it wasn’t for the fact that she was always late home.

And never had time for him nor their children.

She never had time for them.

The realization was what made him finally pick up his courage and dial the number he had memorized since he was nine and this time he stayed on the line, waiting, sucking on his bottom lip as he petted Leia’s back as she burbled at him but didn’t start crying, instead nibbling on Anakin’s shirt quietly.

As if sensing her father’s mood and the seriousness of what was going on.

A silly thought but it was comforting to Anakin as his nerves were sky rocketing even as he waited, feeling like hours passed and yet only minutes did and considering the person was planets away, that wasn’t shocking.

But finally, the call connected and the holo display lit up, Obi-Wan appearing in all his glory with his tunic sleeves rolled up and a curious look on his face. It instantly transformed into a smile, Obi-Wan brightening at the sight of his old padawan. “Anakin! My, its been too lo-” his voice cut off as he got a good look at Anakin’s shaky smile.

Anakin wouldn’t say he was an amazing actor but he had some skills, taught to him by the man he was currently calling. But if there is one thing Obi-Wan Kenobi can do, its to tell when Anakin Skywalker is upset, even when the man light years away. Leaning forward, eyes sharpening with worry, Obi-Wan peered up at the other. “Anakin, what’s wrong?” He questioned, his voice soft, steady.

Warm as only his master could be.

And to Anakin’s horror, he felt his breath hitch and his eyes water.

All the words he had nervously cobbled together disappeared, the careful speech and lightheartedness he had been wanting to project left him and instead he started to sob, pressing his heels to his eyes as words tumbled out of his mouth.

About how tired he was, about how the Senate was doing, about how he never left the apartment anymore, Padme being away for hours, the twins waking at night and him being the one to care for them, the handmaiden lurking somewhere in the apartment, the lack of social contact getting on his nerves except for the few calls he had with Ashoka and just how tired he was from all of it.

It all just left him in a rush of air with his tears and his frustration, his shields only barely keeping his emotions from his kids and not waking them, because if Luke and Leia started screaming then Anakin wasn’t sure he wouldn’t start screaming too right now.

He didn’t even care where Obi-Wan was in his new home, if he was with anyone or in public and answering his comm.

All he could do was talking until he felt empty, his eyes hot and stinging before he dropped them, blinking blearily at Obi-Wan as the man stared at him in return, eyes wide. “O-Obi-Wan… I wanna come home,” He choked out. “Please?” Anakin tacked on.

Instantly, Obi-Wan’s eyes turned soft. “Oh Anakin. Of course you can come home. Hold on just a few more days and I’ll have it ironed out, but you’re coming home,” Obi-Wan turned his head, looking to his side. “Cody, how do we get him here?” He questioned, voice steady yet somehow urgent at the same time.

Mortification rose in Anakin, but it was weak compared to the relief he was feeling.

Obi-Wan was going to let him come home, so what if Cody and whoever else was there had seen Anakin’s utter breakdown?

Anakin was going home.

#blackenedsouls- how goes it with Obi?

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Shaking
the other man as the redhead sunk together with blood practically
pouring from his nose and to Vader’s horror, Obi-Wan’s eyes that
were rolling into the back of his head as he collapsed, Vader did the
only thing he could think of. “QUI-GON!” He roared in panic as
Obi-Wan breathed as if he was running a race or fighting, sweat and
blood rolling off his skin.

Vader
didn’t
care that the dojo wasn’t locked, didn’t care that anyone could
walk in at that moment as his tail ripped through his sweats and his
horns poked out of his hair, all
he cared for was that Obi-Wan needed help because the prince of hell
had fucked up.

There
was a loud thump as Qui-Gon appeared in a swirl of dark dust, slitted
blue eyes flickering around before landing on Vader and his comatose
humanized son.

Cursing
loudly the man folded on his knees next to the two, taking Obi-Wan
from the reluctant demon prince to
prop him up against his own chest.
“What did you do?”
Qui-Gon hissed in wide eyed worry as he brought up whatever magic he
could to limit the damage as blood continued to roll down Obi-Wan’s
face from his eyes and nose, pressing
a large hand to Obi-Wan rapidly rising and falling chest as Obi-Wan’s
head was supported against Qui-Gon’s shoulder.

Swallowing
harshly, not even denying he had done something, Vader grasped
Obi-Wan’s cold as ice hand. “I…we were talking,” He stuttered
out as fast and clearly as he could. “He was remembering, having
dreams of us
and I just… I stopped thinking, I called him for Obi-Wan. I
didn’t…” Vader’s breath hitched as Qui-Gon moved
his hand from the chest to the head and
pulled up Obi-Wan’s left eyelid.

There
was no pupil
or iris, only sclera and it was blood red, Obi-Wan’s eye swimming
with blood that ran out into the tear duct to roll down Obi-Wan’s
cheeks in that twisted manner version of crying that
stained the porcelain pale skin.

And
yet Obi-Wan had no response outside of his rushed breathing.

None
responsive, his breathing showing no sign of calming down and leaking
blood.

Cursing
deeply, Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan more into his lap. “Lock down this
place and come home, I’m taking him to mother.” The man snarled
before disappearing in that swirl of darkness and dust he used to
travel, ripping Obi-Wan’s cold hand out of Vader’s.

Shaking,
Vader stared at the drops of blood staining the dojo floor.

What
had he done?

()()()

“All
we can do now is hope.” Jocasta said grimly as she set aside her
crystal on the caff table, Obi-Wan laying on the couch in a set of
Qui-Gon’s large clothes, the
shirt practically swaddling him as he laid in boxers in front of
them.

Not
that he needed more covering honestly, the fireplace was roaring and
kept burning to throw herbs on, Yan keeping the fire high.

The
entire house was smokey smelled of sage from Jocasta’s multiple
rituals and several bowls of pink water were sitting close to the
couch from Qui-Gon gently cleaning Obi-Wan’s bleeding face until
Jocasta finally managed to stop it.

Heart
dropping Vader stared at Jocasta. “W-What do you mean?” He
questioned shakily, his voice low.

Had
he fucked them all over with just a simple sentence spoken in hope?

He
couldn’t loose Obi-Wan, it would shatter him to see the other die…

Over
by the fireplace, Yan threw another bundle of sage into the fire and
looked to his wife too, Qui-Gon having settled in the recliner to
stay close to his son.

Sighing
deeply, Jocasta tiredly rubbed her face, she hadn’t needed this
much magic since she was Yan’s bride and was fighting usurpers and
Obi-Wan hadn’t been
responding to anything but
nature magic so that had been trying too since that wasn’t really
what Jocasta studied the most. “I mean that his soul is in conflict
with the mortal body he has and his brain is trying to suppress the
knowledge but can’t. He’s either going to pull through or he is
going to die, Vader.” She stated.

Clearly
she wanted to be stern but didn’t have the energy for it as she
moved over to Yan and rested her face on his shoulder, breathing out
heavily as he twined his arms around her and rubbed her back in
comfort.

Sinking
down by the couch, Vader desperately grasped Oi-Wan’s
still ice cold hand despite the roaring heat as Qui-Gon’s tail
slowly tapped against the wall. Rubbing his cheek on the pale flesh,
Vader did the only thing he thought to do.

He
prayed to any listening spirits of nature to please
help.

So
preoccupied, he didn’t notice Ahsoka landing smoothly in the entry
or the squirming bulge she brought with her.

No,
Vader wouldn’t have noticed if an army paraded in and out the house
at this moment as he focused on his weapon brother and love.

‘Don’t
leave me Obi-Wan, don’t leave me when I finally found you!’