Padme Amidala

Hi! Could I humbly request some more hurt/comfort for Obi in AWOL-Jedi? or a short check-in on whatever mayhem the republic is suffering as they start to see the consequences of the Jedi leaving? Thank you for your awesome stories.

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Fiddling with his multitool, Anakin paused long enough to glance at
Padme and then continued to fiddle before glancing at their napping
babies.

The
sight of their pink, tiny faces put a bit of ease in his chest but
that quickly disappeared as Padme’s emotions continued to put a
damper on his and finally he let out a deep sigh and straightened,
turning to his wife. “Padme, angel, please, you’re projecting so
loudly you’re breaking down my shields and I’m not sure how long
I can keep the kids shielded from you if you continue like this.”
He murmured in a pleading tone, startling the Senator from her pad.

Owlish
brown eyes blinked at him, ringed with dark blue from sleepless
nights. “O-Oh Anakin, I’m so sorry. I’m just… I’m trying to
make sense of all of this, I’ll try to get control of it.” She
sighed deeply, glancing down at the senatorial reports.

Nodding
mutely, Anakin let his eyes fall to the pad, grimacing as he saw the
red numbers.

Apparently
the latest financial report had finally come in now, reviewed after
the withdrawal of the Jedi and all those who had once called the Jedi
a drain on the finances were now firmly shutting up.

Because
with the Jedi, their support with agriculture, medical, exploration
and educational had also gone and apparently, they did a whole lot
more than Anakin had ever realized.

He
only faintly remembered them if he was honest.

He
knew there were Initiates he had once gone to class with that
disappeared when they turned thirteen and when asked about had
usually gone to the agricorps because there were no masters to take
them on but had also gone to exploration, educational or even
medical.

Anakin
had just… never really spared much thoughts for it.

He had
a master, he had Obi-Wan, his place in the temple had always been
secure even if he had contemplated leaving it as a teen a few times
and almost did once even, handing Obi-Wan his saber and all.

Faintly
he could remember asking about them and Obi-Wan saying something
along the lines of it being no less honorable to follow one of the
other paths, that they also helped star systems, just that they
weren’t Jedi peace keepers, that their paths were different and
they learned different skills.

Considering
he had seen some of the healers, Anakin had understood… somewhat.

And
from one of the Agricorps master’s he had even learned that
Tatooine had apparently once been full of water and over farming,
deforestation, production and so on had eroded it all until the
oceans burned away and only sand and heat was left.

It was
a dizzying explanation and Anakin wasn’t sure he could believe it
after having lived all his life on the sandball that was Tatooine.

But
apparently that was the truth and Agricore members were researching
ways to prevent such things from happening again and maybe even
potentially fix places like Tatooine.

Only
they had withdrawn with the Jedi.

Run
away.

Because
things were dangerous on Coruscant and in the core for them and
everyone of them were feeling the heat until the clones just
basically packed them up and ran away with everyone and now that was
effecting the Senate and it’s finances as the Jedi and their
corpses had shared many of their discoveries and inventions at
reduced rates as part of a Ruusan Reformation deal all those
centuries ago when the Jedi had run the Sith off Coruscant.

Or
that’s what Anakin at least understood and he understood that
apparently the numbers had gone from a slightly iffy one after the
war to outright red because of the Jedi’s withdrawals with the core
effecting the bottom line.

‘It’s
all about the bottom line for some senators huh…’ Anakin couldn’t
help but think, setting his tool down as Padme’s emotions once
again went a bit spastic.

He
didn’t even bother say anything, just nodded to Sabe as he got the
twin baby carriage ready along with their bag, murmuring quietly to
R2 that they would head out for a bit.

Force
knew that the kids would do well with a walk around and anything to
escape Padme’s shield thumping projections would do good for
Anakin. ‘Maybe drop by Dex. He likes seeing the kids and I could
really do with a bit of aluran pie…’ Anakin grimaced to himself,
gently cooing at Luke and Leia as he went to pick them up from their
little booster seats.

All
the while, Padme barely noticed, still making notes from the pad as
she read about the financial affect of the Jedi leaving with the
clones and Anakin couldn’t help but think that it was going to get
a lot worse come a month or two as they could conclude both the Jedi
and the clones leaving together.

The
real effect of it would truly hit them then he would bet as he
trundled out with the twins and R2, baby bag slung over his shoulder
and polished black boots on.

Will we ever get to see obi-wan fighting off an unwanted alpha on his own in heatedteen (which is absolutely adorable btw)?

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Honestly, this was the last thing Qui-Gon really wanted to do,
especially towards Obi-Wan and the amount of frustration his padawan
had been going through thanks to the Naboo.

However, he had to admit,
they were the ones most in the know about the situation on Naboo and
while he didn’t like the fact that they had to bring Anakin with
him, separating him planets away from Obi-Wan in their current state
was not a good idea as the boy was now Obi-Wan’s kit.

Not that he wasn’t
pettily annoyed at the princess for calling for the vote of no
confidence in Valorum, considering the Jedi’s involvement from the
very start was a personal request from said man to Qui-Gon, as his friend.

Something he was sure to
mention to ‘handmaiden’ Padme as they waited on security to
finish scanning the Nubian ship. “I just find it odd considering
the Senate did not want to be involved in Naboo at all and our former
Chancellor to be Valorum is the only reason Jedi involvement happened
at all.” Qui-Gon drawled, eyes on the ship and his hands in his
sleeves.

“I’m sure the Queen
had very valid reasons for her actions.” Padme shot back, a flush
of red in her cheeks that could be from the cold wind of the platform
or as Qui-Gon more likely thought it, the fact that she was biting
back answers as he could feel her smoldering offense at his words.

“Yes, I’m sure. Rather
get rid of the man who actually got some help and have your own
representative elected based on minimal evidence, I’m sure our
coming Chancellor Palpatine will be able to corral the Senate faster
than Valorum could, being new in his seat compared to Valorum’s
many years of experience and connections.” Qui-Gon scoffed, making
it clear what he thought.

Padme opened her mouth,
shoulders squared and ready to argue her point, and most likely give
herself away once more to the Jedi of her true identity, when a yell
echoed the landing platform and Qui-Gon turned hard, eyes widening
when he found his padawan holding one of the dock workers by the
wrist, twisting his hand in a particular direction that Qui-Gon
personally knew how painful
could be.

After
all, he was the one that taught his padawan it.

Anakin
was standing beside Obi-Wan, latched onto his other arm and half
hidden beneath the robe as he glared at the dark haired man on his
knees in front of Obi-Wan.

Shooting
across the platform with long legs, followed by Padme and a security
officer, and of course Panaka.

The
latter tried to be ‘discreet’ but honestly, anyone with good eyes
could tell that Padme was the Queen by their actions, since the head
of security was following her.

“Let
go you bitch!” The human hissed, eyes wet from the pain and his
face contorted in anger, trying futilely to pull away from Obi-Wan’s
strong grasp and Qui-Gon couldn’t help a low growl of anger even as
he ignored Padme’s outraged gasp behind him.

“Obi-Wan,
padawan, what is happening?” Qui-Gon insinuated himself beside his
padawan, settling his hand on the others shoulder in support.

Obi-Wan,
digging his thumb into the tender side of the man’s wrist when
he tried to pull away again,
opened his mouth only for Anakin to beat him to the punch. “He
grabbed Obi-Wan’s butt!” The blond accused loudly, clinging more
to Obi-Wan arm.

Bristling,
Qui-Gon shot the now cowering man a glare before focusing back on
Obi-Wan. “Padawan?” He rumbled out
encouragingly, squeezing his shoulder.

Green
eyes narrowed down at the man and Obi-Wan hummed lightly. “It seems
as always, there’s an idiot who thinks an omega minding their own
business is there for their pleasure. I don’t have the time to
bring this cretin in for harassment and sexual assault,” Qui-Gon
had to admit he was somewhat impressed by Obi-Wan’s calm, even tone
that contradicted the fire in
his eyes. “But I am more than willing to send a report in to the
hanger master’s office and file a complaint, coupled with holo cam
evidence.” He added icily, using his chin to nod towards a rather
obvious holo cam since both his hands were occupied.

The
alpha, who had been red with outrage and humiliation, now turned
pale.

A
small sneer graced Obi-Wan’s face and he shifted the arm Anakin was
holding to cover the boy’s ear while pulling him into his side,
blocking out sounds for a bit. “Oh, you didn’t consider that? Did
your knot take over for your intelligence?” He snapped before
taking a deep breath and looking to the security officer. “I would
like to file a complaint against Rozzer Dock company, for
sexual harassment and assault.” He stated clearly.

Qui-Gon
saw Padme open her mouth and almost snarled but the head officer
bowed her head and spoke first. “Of course Serah Jedi, Jerry!” She waved over one
of her juniors, gesturing to the still kneeling man held by Obi-Wan as Qui-Gon removed his hand off Obi-Wan’s shoudler.
“Please take this man into custody while I speak with Serah
Kenobi.” She gestured for Obi-Wan to follow her, moving to a more
shielded area for the wind with Anakin hidden against his side still, Jerry roughly manhandling the alpha with
him.

Tilting
his head, Qui-Gon slowly looked at Panaka and Padme, a slow smirk on
his lips. “I do hope you won’t make the same mistake on the way
to Naboo as you did to Coruscant,” He finally drawled, bringing
both of their attention on him. “Obi-Wan is more than happy to
defend himself should an alpha or a beta, decide his designation
makes him anything less than the competen sentient he is.” He stared both of them
down, tucking his hands into his sleeves as he marveled over how far
his young padawan had come.

Where
he had started hating his designation and how comfortable in his own
skin he had become as he matured and gained his confidence.

*reads AWOL Jedi* Oh shit……..OH SHIT! Omg, Moddy, what happened???? Bad shit definitely happened and I NEED to know how and why! Can you please continue??? Thank you.

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The
entire Senate is in uproar, the Jedi staying in their temple was one
thing, the Jedi being gone
was another and
for all the recently elected Chancellor Mothma tries to keep peace,
she does not have as much support as the deceased Chancellor
Palpatine did before his heart attack.

After
all, who knew where they were!?

What
were they doing?!

It
didn’t get any better when it was discovered that most of GAR was
also missing, with Commander Fox claiming not to know what the others
were up to.

Anakin
could tell he was lying though but the last thing he was going to do
was out a clone trooper to the Senate, he had too sharp a memory of
Rex getting smashing drunk on moonshine, his tone slurring as he
along with most of the 501st
telling Anakin exactly what most clones thought of the Senate itself.

Not
that Anakin didn’t agree.

So
no, he didn’t tell even Padme, who was sporting a worried frown and
confused frown as everyone tried to pitch in on what the Jedi were
doing.

No
one knew anything.

And
some of the suggestions of what the Jedi were doing were ludicrous
even to Anakin, who had left after loudly calling the Jedi order
out on isolationism,
disconnection to the common people and directs accusations of
exploitation towards the council he had once been a member of.

The
Jedi trying to start a new war?

The
Jedi building up to wipe out the Senate?

It’s
so far from true that even Commander Cody would have cracked u-

Commander
Cody!

The
thought hits Anakin like a javelin, fumbling for his comm that he
types the auto code that will comm the man, eyes wide.

“Anakin,
what are you doing?” Padme hissed quietly at him, taking notice of
what he was doing when one of the handmaidens whispered to her. One
of the stipulations of being allowed into the Naboo pod had been to
behave.

But
Anakin needed to know where Obi-Wan was!

He
barely took notice of the camera view finding him as the comm was
picked up, Commander Cody flashing into view in his armor but not his
helmet.

“Commander!”
Anakin felt relief echo through his bones. If anyone knew where
Obi-Wan was, it would be this man. “Obi-Wan is gone, do you know
w-”

“He’s
with me Serah Skywalker.” Commander Cody stated calmly, raising his
brow at Anakin.

Utter
silence, Anakin blinking owlishly at the clone trooper. “I… I’m
sorry?” He stated, even more confused than when he was standing in
the temple doorway.

“As
you should be,” Cody responded tartly, brow still raised. “As
should the entire Republic really but we’re talking about you right
now.” He stated calmly.

Outraged
murmurs were echoing around, Cody’s other eyebrow raising too, obviously hearing them.
“Cody, what the kark are you talking about?” Not that Anakin was
any better, his face the picture out anger.

A
loud snort echoed from Cody. “Oh I wonder, the Jedi were being
attacked on Coruscant, everyone was blaming them
for the war and for pro-longing
it and not the idiots in the Senate that voted for war or the
Confederacy but yes, it was the Jedi’s fault. Clearly, they wanted
to go to war where they were dying by the numbers and their young
ones were thrown into war. Not to mention afterward when there were
violence against their younglings when in public.”
He stated dryly, the very skills he had learned at Obi-Wan side as he
used words against them. “The
troopers just weren’t about to accept that.” He settled on,
shrugging with a smug smile now coming across his lips.

“Now
you listen here clone!” Senator
Tikkes roared from his pod.

Cody’s
face turned ugly at that and clearly was about to say something when
a shout interrupted. “Cody!”
The Commander jerked to, quickly slapping at the controls of the comm
unite while turning, his face transforming from a blank expression to
a welcoming one as everyone heard a shift of what might be a flap.
“Cody, look what I found!”

The
welcoming expression turned a bit worried. “You didn’t find a
lizard again did you sir? The last one bit you.” Commander Cody
noted worriedly as Obi-Wan came into view, Anakin letting out a
strangled noise at his smiling former master, the man standing there
with his sleeves pulled up and one hand cupping something.

Obi-Wan
didn’t respond to the noise, so most came to conclusion that not
only had the clone shut down the holo projector but also muted it.
Obi-Wan waved his free hand, the other cupping something. “No, no…
well yes, it is in the lizard family but it’s benign,
just look Cody.”  Obi-Wan tilted his hand to show the clone a five
cm big lizard cupped in his hand, the creature looking docile and
content.

Blinking,
Commander Cody stared at it. “Why is it jewel toned sir?” He
questioned in a puzzled tone.

A
great grin came over Obi-Wan’s face before he reached in with his
free hand and ran one of his fingertip along the back of the creature
and even in blue holo they could see colors shift. “It’s
nocturnal most likely, it glows like a firefly would in an attempt to
attract a mate or to warn rivals away. Isn’t it amazing? It glows
with different colored lights depending on the shade of it’s scale.
It will be amazing to observe.” Obi-Wan noted in genuine
excitement.

An
amused snort escaped the commander, a fond, soft smile crossing his
lips. “I see General, I’m glad you’re getting some relaxing
hobbies after all.” He noted quietly.

A
displeased noise escaped the Jedi at that, eyeing Cody with a gimlet
look. “I’ve told you to call me Obi-Wan for days now Cody. We’re
not at war and the Jedi have no place as General’s anymore.” He
huffed slightly.

Chuckling
some more, Cody inclined his head. “Of course sir, as you say
General.” He stated, his voice clearly teasing and by the way
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, it was clear he took notice of it too with a
small, exasperated smile crossing his lips.

Then
it faded and he looked around. “Did you receive call Cody?” He
stated curiously.

Smiling
warmly, Cody nodded. “We did, but it wasn’t anything important…
Obi-Wan.”
He rested his hand on the display, Obi-Wan peering curiously at the
trooper before smiling at
the sound of his own name.

“Well,
I’m going to log this little one in with the researchers, come find
me later for tea Cody.” He hummed before turning, moving out of
view and most likely out of a tent by the sound of a flap.

Cody’s
face turned from a smile to a grimace. “…You didn’t deserve
them, you
didn’t want
them,
but we did,
so we took them.” He stated calmly before shifting his hand, the
holo shutting off to a dead silent Senate.

And
then Anakin Skywalker-Amidala crushed his comm link.

Anakin returning after what was a rather brutal split from the Jedi order after the war only to find the entire temple empty?

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Rage
turning into bewilderment tinged with fear, Anakin stood in the large
doorway of the monumental entrance of the Jedi temple, blinking at
the empty atrium inside it.

Normally,
there be Jedi here, many, wandering too and from as they headed
around the temple or made their way outside, though the Jedi had been
leaving the temple less and less from what both Padme and the few
times Obi-Wan had spoken with Anakin had told him.

Something
about tension and violence?

Frowning,
Anakin took another step in, a chill slithering down his spine.

He
had come because Obi-Wan wasn’t responding to any of his calls or
messages nor was the council picking up or any other avenue of the
Jedi order he had tried to call so Anakin had been left with no other
choice when they weren’t picking up.

Just
because he left the Jedi order, maybe chaotic and a bit brutally with
his accusations, didn’t mean that he didn’t want to speak with
Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan had been speaking with him until now so Anakin
had thought that maybe the others were blocking him from
communicating with Obi-Wan.

So
he had gone to the temple, expecting people.

But…

It
was like a tomb in the
temple,
dead silent and empty and after a second of hesitation, Anakin
marched over to where he knew there should be a guard, throwing open
the temple guard door.

Nothing,
just
an empty space, two chairs around an empty table and some cards left
abandoned.

There
was always
guards, just in case, to keep the youngest safe and to make account
of visitors.

Heart
in his throat, Anakin swallowed harshly then stepped back, turning,
his hasty walk turning into a sprint through empty halls.

Nothing.

No
one.

And
more than that, there was nothing either.

Before
there had been statues here and there, there had been benches and
decorations but now it was empty.

A
few things, to large to move, was still left but everything the Jedi
cared about, everything they made use of and Anakin had never really
noticed until it was gone was now missing.

No
Jedi, no clone troopers and no decorations or furniture.

Just
an empty, silent and gigantic building as Anakin made his way,
panting and sweating, to the living quarters Obi-Wan had inhabited.

And
while Obi-Wan’s signature was still there, it was weakened and
almost gone, indicating that Obi-Wan had not been here in days if not
weeks.

Slapping
his hand to the display, Anakin held his breath as the door opened,
still recognizing him only for a groan of despair to escape him,
musty, closed in air blasting him in the face from a dark and empty
living quarters.

Numbly,
Anakin reached for his comm link, staring into the rooms he had half
grown up in, where he had shared space with Obi-Wan, where he had
laughed and joked.

“Anakin,
what is it love?” Padme’s cheerful voice echoed, an under current
of tiredness in her voice and Anakin opened his mouth to answer only
for no noise to escape him, only heavy breathing as he tried to
remember what it was Obi-Wan had said about tension and violence
turned to the Jedi order. “…Anakin? Anakin what’s wrong?”
Padme’s voice turned to concern and alertness.

Faintly,
Anakin registered another voice in the back of the comm but all
Anakin could think was… “Padme… Obi-Wan is gone. The Jedi
temple is empty.”
He
finally croaked out.

Faintly,
he could now hear shouts on the comm line but all he could do was
continue staring into the empty, dark room where there once had been
so much life, where Obi-Wan had always been.

Now
only emptiness remained, waste and cold.

In Trauma Breaks All does Padme get to talk to her husband about what happened on the show?

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Checking
on his master, Anakin let a frustrated but relieved breath through
his nose before turning back to the comm in his hand. “Angel,
I thought we agreed not to call while I’m in transit.” He
murmured quietly, resting his flesh hand on Obi-Wan’s hair as he
sat at the man’s bedside.

When
his comm had rung, Anakin had in panic answered it, desperate to
silence the chirping thing before it woke Obi-Wan as the man’s body
demanded more sleep than Anakin could remember the other willingly
taking.

So
far, Obi-Wan had been asleep for nine hours and both Helix and Kix
had assured him that it wasn’t shocking.

The
former had speculated that the breakdown had forced Obi-Wan’s body
to shut down, since his adrenaline levels had been high for much of
the war along with the neuro chemicals the brain released when a Jedi
was overdoing it with the Force.

Something
Obi-Wan had been doing so long to ensure he had time to do all the
work that was piled onto him.

Obi-Wan
was well and truly worn down, too little rest, too little food and
too little time with so much stress, pain and grief lining his every
being.

Which
had lead to Anakin sitting in the man’s room, keeping a tab on his
dreams to ensure he could redirect any potential nightmares.

And
then lead to Anakin panic answering Padme’s call.

She
looked a bit sheepish but beautiful as always, her long hair hanging
down her back in waves. “Apologies Anakin, I just… I was just
worried. I wanted to know how Obi-Wan was before you reached
Coruscant,” She murmured, twisting her hands together in view of
the holo. “Seeing him on the screen…” Padme shook her head and
then gave him an imploring look.

Slumping
a bit, his hand buried in Obi-Wan’s greasy hair, Anakin breathed
out heavily again. “Not much better I’d say, he’s really…”
Anakin paused.

What
did he say?

Broken?

Shattered?

Mentally
and physically exhausted to the point Anakin feared about his
recovery?

All
of those fit but at the same time they didn’t because Anakin
couldn’t imagine a world where Obi-Wan didn’t recover, didn’t
come back with a cocky smile on his lips and mischievousness hidden
in his eyes when the council weren’t watching them.

Couldn’t
imagine a world where Obi-Wan didn’t sit down beside Anakin and
wrapped an arm around him in easy affection and warmth.

“Oh
Ani,” Padme bit her lips, reading his face more than anything. “Is
he there?” She clearly glanced around but couldn’t see anything.

Hesitating,
Anakin finally nodded. “Asleep, I’m not going to show you him. He
wouldn’t like that if he ever heard, he doesn’t like showing
others when he’s vulnerable.” Anakin stated before she could ask,
something ugly rising in his chest. No, Anakin would show no one, not
even Padme, when Obi-Wan was like this.

This
was something private.

Something
Obi-Wan had never shared with anyone else.

Anakin
was the only one that was given permission to see Obi-Wan like this.

Anakin
had Obi-Wan crying against his shoulder and shielded him against
people and he’d do it again and again.

Because
Obi-Wan deserved to have that privacy and he deserved to be
vulnerable without feeling shame about it.

And
if there was anyone in the entire galaxy that Obi-Wan knew would
never judge him for being vulnerable, it was Anakin Skywalker.

To
his relief, Padme simply nodded, giving him a concerned stare. “When
will you reach Coruscant? I imagine you won’t be back in our
apartment for at least several days if at all?” She stated instead.

Relief
coursed through Anakin’s veins with the strength of a great wave,
relief and love for Padme, his beautiful Angel, who understood so
well. “No, no I don’t think I’ll be able to leave Obi-Wan, not
like this,” He
agreed quietly, gently stroking his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair
when he felt the other shift, feeling Obi-Wan settle once more at the
gentle petting. “As for when we arrive, three more days. Why?”
Anakin tilted his head, blinking tiredly.

A
look of ire crossed Padme’s face before she shook it. “Just…
don’t take the comm if the Chancellor calls you Anakin, these few
days has been very odd and the Chancellor… just stay with Obi-Wan.
He needs you more than an old man struggling against PR.” She
huffed before softening and smiling at him.

Puzzled,
Anakin let his wife distract him as he monitored Obi-Wan’s dreams,
curious what in the world was up with the Chancellor and the Senate
that could piss his wife off.

‘Does
it really matter right now? I’m sure the Chancellor will be fine, a
bit of bad press happens to everyone.’ Anakin mused internally as
Padme quietly shared about her day and how Rabe had spilled soup not
only on herself during dinner but also Captain Panaka and the ceiling
somehow.

Theheelytrick Ha! More? Does he go to the senate? Does Padme go out of her way to see it after Anakin grumped about it to her? I would presume that no one has the guts to say anything as R2-D2 is the first person I would see speaking up and he would just be all «Finally a human that travels correctly» and Ahsoka would be the next person but I can see her thinking she isn’t supposed to say anything as no one else said anything after Yoda’s comment.

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There
is many things that Sheev Palpatine is and is not.

He
is a good actor but he’s not a good man.

He
is good at pretending to be benign and hides his desire for violence
and power beneath a grandfatherly exterior
he has long cultivated and made people trust.

He’s
also a conniving, power hungry but patient man with
a hunger for knowledge.

He
is also sure that he has the scope of Kenobi and Skywalker’s
ability and knows exactly how to twist both around.

Until
the latter comes gliding
into the Senate halls at Skywalker’s side, the blond looking
perturbed and obviously either does not know
what Kenobi is doing.

But
the man is gliding.

He’s
gliding past senator’s and aid’s with the ease of someone sure of
themselves, his hair waving lightly at the air passing around him as
he smiles humbly.

He
is gliding
and Sheev can’t hear the whirl of mechanics at use, the man is
wearing his normal boots if more neatly polished and there is not a
sign of the Force at use either.

Darth
Sidious thought he had the full scope of Obi-Wan Kenobi’s ability
but he has to rethink things, the spider crawling back into his net
as he watches Kenobi pause to speak with Senator Organa, the
alderaani prince
glancing down at Kenobi’s shoes often and looking equally
gobsmacked as everyone else.

If
Kenobi can do this with nary even a tickle of the Force… what else
can he do?

What
has Sidious missed with his focus on Skywalker and his ideas for the
galaxy to come under his own thumb?

What
has he missed with Kenobi, where is the line for his powers if he can
do this.

Sidious
is nothing if not patient.

He
will figure out this threat and until then… he can wait and he can
watch.

()()()

Pressing
her hand to her mouth, Padme watched Obi-Wan karking glide
through the hall at Bail’s side, the two speaking about some kind
of adventure they had together.

She
could faintly catch the words Zigoola and shoulder carrying as the
two continued further down the hall before she turned to look at
Anakin with wide eyes, the Jedi knight staring just as much back at
her as they remained hidden behind the pillars.

For
several seconds neither said anything until Padme weakly gestured
with her free hand the way Obi-Wan had gone, several aid’s and
senator’s still staring that way.

Anakin
just shrugged weakly, opened his mouth only to shut up when R2D2
bleeped in binary, the others face turning a bit sour. “Oh shut up
R2, that wasn’t funny. My master isn’t half machine.” He huffed
then shuddered a bit.

Padme
got why.

The
other was thinking about Grievous and all the encounters Jedi had
with him. Of course it would get to him a bit to imagine his very
beloved master as a half mechanic thing.

“I
still don’t understand what’s going on.” She mumbled, letting
her hand drop from her mouth.

Shrugging
weakly, Anakin rubbed the back of his neck. “Honestly? No one
does. The council all looked like gaping fish when he slid to his
chair and I don’t know how to ask him what the hell he’s doing.
There isn’t even a whisper of the Force as he moves about so I
don’t think it’s that?”
Anakin face was confused, maybe a bit outraged.

But
mostly just confused as the two turned to look the way Obi-Wan had
gone once more.

How
the hell was the Jedi doing that!?

And
what did it mean for everyone else if not even the Jedi council could
tell what Obi-Wan was doing.

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“He
looks exhausted.” Padme looked up from pouring their cups to
observe Bail before turning her head to the TV, frowning softly as
she took in what the other was talking about.

Obi-Wan
looked horrible, with it being a live interview directly after a
battle, he clearly had not gotten a proper chance to clean up, his
hair swept all over his face, a dark ugly blotch that was a bruise
peeking up over his neck and several burn like marks over his armor
and clothes.

Not
to mention the dirt.

No,
they had clearly shanghaied the Jedi master right after the battle
and engaged in the interview.

“You’re
right,” She murmured, setting the pot down so she could pick up her
cup. “It’s all a sham anyhow, I heard from An-Knight Skywalker,
apparently the entire city they’re in right now is completely
decimated, that must be one of the few whole buildings left.” She
sighed softly, coloring slightly when Bail hid an amused smile into
his cup.

He
had clearly caught on to the little mishap of Anakin’s name.

Thankfully
though, he wasn’t saying a word about it.

Glancing
up again, Padme mulled over the state of the redhead who was
seemingly answering each of the reporters questions calmly but…
there was something there. A fine tremble in his eyes maybe?

This
wasn’t what she had expected when she invited Bail for tea to
discuss the recent legislation proposition from the Cavian section.

Getting
side tracked by a live interview but now that it was on, Padme
couldn’t quite look away, a foreboding feeling in her stomach and
from the corner of her eyes, she noticed Bail was intently watching
the TV too, a small frown on his face.

If
she had bothered to glance about the apartment, she would have
noticed Sabe and Rabe were also watching.

And
then the question came.

Troopers.

Padme
winced, she knew how many troopers died, she knew how tactless that
question was because the troopers weren’t machines,
they were people that the Jedi actually cared about.

She
still didn’t expect the response.

The
way Obi-Wan’s eyes seemed to suddenly go very, very distant or how
they watered up as he opened his mouth to answer only for a sob to
escape his mouth. Her cup dropped from her suddenly numb hand as
Obi-Wan seemed to try to talk only for tears to continue to roll down
his face.

The
facade of the Negotiator
crumbled
in seconds as the Jedi finally had enough of the war and the trauma
he was forced to endure thanks to the Senate.

And
then Obi-Wan was blocked from view as an equally filthy and worn down
Anakin was suddenly there, his back to the camera. “Obi-Wan!” The
blond sounded so worried before half turning, Obi-Wan pulled to his
chest with one arm with another held up to the camera with an angry
scowl on his face. “That’s enough! Stop filming! I said stop
filming this!” He snapped out with a growl before turning back,
tucking his arms properly around the other Jedi, lowering his voice
while picking the other up, rocking him with Obi-Wan’s arms coming
around the other back.

That
was as much as the camera got to see before a clone trooper in
saffron orange was there, pushing back the camera with a tight voice.
“That’s enough, the General said stop.” The man stated sternly,
pushing the camera away from the view of the Jedi only to catch the
view of the broken up planet behind the camera, giving the public a
shot of the ‘success’ of this campaign.

And
all the bodies being gathered together, carefully being collected by
other troopers and put on stretchers that they normally did not see.

All
on live TV before the channel went dark and an error message popped
up.

Padme
and Bail exchanged long, shocked looks, both equally stunned and
horrified.

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Settling
down, Obi-Wan looked the other straight in the eyes as Padme stared
at him in return.

He
knew what he had done, knew what he had taken from her when he had
made use of Anakin’s powers to save them all, he wasn’t going to
hide from Padme when she had asked him to visit her.

But
that didn’t mean he didn’t feel a bit ashamed as he stared at the
Naboo senator with his hands on his lap.

He
had activated a bond he wasn’t aware was there and thereby firmly
taken Anakin away from Padme.

Finally
Padme sighed and poured both of them a sizable cup of tea from the
pot resting on the tray C3PO had set down when Obi-Wan arrived. “I’m
not angry with you, just so you know. Neither you nor Anakin.” She
stated softly.

Picking
up the cup, Obi-Wan breathed out through his nose before nodding.
“I’m still sorry. I didn’t know what was going to happen when I
made use of Anakin’s powers to protect us.” He took a small sip,
enjoying the rather expensive Naboo blend Padme had.

She
nodded, stirring in some honey before she took her own sip, staring
into the amber liquid before she looked up again. “You’ll take
care of him? Right?” Padme swallowed heavily.

She
looked beautiful and sad at the same time, almost ethereal
in her golden and red off
the shoulder ball dress made with several layers of skirt, no jewelry
to avoid making it gaudy. And it made Obi-Wan feel even more guilty
for making her sad.

So
he nodded slowly. “I will. I promise Senator Amidala.” He stated
quietly.

Padme
closed her eyes then nodded, tried to dredge a smile forward only to
drop it when Obi-Wan only gave her a sad stare in return.

No
pity though.

Obi-Wan
was the one who stole her husband.

Pity
from him would be galling and he didn’t try to comfort her either.
He could think of no higher insult towards a woman of her stature and
compassion if he was to try and comfort her.

So
instead he took another sip of tea and engaged her in conversation
about the GAR and the things she should bring up to the Senate about
the armor and the improvements that could be made. He also made sure
to mention that the younger batches should be trained better before
they were sent out as Obi-wan had noticed a small shift in those who
were sent out too quickly, compared to those who were of the older
batches.

She
listened quietly, writing down or nodding as Obi-Wan wrote.

He
left feeling even guiltier than before when
it had just been he and Anakin,
his heart heavy at what he had done to what was a happy couple before
he came along and he was going to get bitching drunk with Lace,
Hoodie and the rest of his guild because at this point only whiskey
could cure his guilt.

Obi-Wan
almost wished he hadn’t accepted Senator Amidala’s request for a
meeting, or
at least wished he had taken Lace with him as he had the last time
because maybe he wouldn’t feel as guilty right now as he was
getting
onto the speeder he had driven over on, putting on the helmet and
taking off into the traffic with a tired sigh.

Seeing
the fallout, feeling her emotions…

That
made everything so much worse and Obi-Wan would be feeling the guilt
for a long time, every time he saw the woman in question and he hoped
that he could chase it away because the last thing he wanted was for
his new relationship with Anakin to be tainted by the emotions.

Obi-Wan
couldn’t help but want this to work,
this thing he now had with Anakin.

A
pulse in his mind went off, Anakin reaching out to him with soft
worry and concern.

There
it was.

There
was the reason Obi-Wan wanted things to work.

Anakin’s
emotions, warm and comforting, always there in the back of his head
through their bond, tightly binding them even now as he made his way
through Coruscant’s evening traffic, the pollution kept out by his
helmet as he swung around skycars and buildings, taking the shorter
lanes to get to the barracks closer to the temple.

He
wanted things to work because Anakin was a gem of a person who cared.

And
it wasn’t because of what Obi-Wan had done for him, wasn’t
because of who Obi-Wan was or anything like that.

It
was because of the bond in them that was natural and warm and
Obi-Wan…

Obi-Wan
couldn’t help but feel warm every time the bond lit up with their
emotions, every time each of them reached out.

‘Or
when Anakin smiles at me and me alone…’ Obi-Wan sent back a
soothing, tired answer through their bond, smiling when he was
instantly swamped with affection as he finally touched down outside
the barracks.

Yes,
he was going to be guilty for a long time.

But
Anakin made him smile and he wasn’t about to be someones side man,
so there was no other choice left but the one they had taken.

For
Padme to be informed by Anakin and for a divorce to happen, to
prevent further tears down the road.

And
maybe with time and healing, someone else could make Padme Amidala
smile just as much as Anakin once had.

‘It’s
selfish… but I want to be selfish for once.’ Obi-Wan thought as
he raised his hand in greeting as Lace came towards him, chattering
about Jedi looking for him and something about a summon to the Jedi
council.

Oh
well, time for work it seemed0.
‘Damn,
I really wanted that whiskey…’

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The
longer she was laughing, literal tears streaming down her flushed but
still beautiful face from laughing so hard, the more red Anakin was
turning as he sat with his head in his hands, peeking through his
fingers at his wife.

“Padme!”
He finally whined after five minutes.

Snort
giggling and covering her mouth, her shoulder shaking, Padme waved
her other hand at him in the holo. “S-Sorry, just…five minutes
more, give me five minutes.” She wheezed before leaving the holo
range, Anakin still able to hear her laughing faintly as she moved
about.

She
returned after five minutes though, still snorting as she wiped her
face with a tissue.

‘Her
grin is so big it must be making her face ache.’ Anakin mused,
pouting at his wife.

She
glanced at him and let out a snort giggle before shaking herself and
taking a deep breath. “Okay, alright then. So, he’s literally
projecting his sexcapades into the Force and turning you on?” Padme
finally asked, snorting a bit.

Nodding,
a tiny bit misereble, still nervous and a bit overwhelmed by her
response, Anakin pouted even more as
he dropped his hands to his lap.
“He’s really enjoying himself, any Force sensitive can literally
feel it if they’re around here when he’s busy with them and
honestly, it’s a bit shocking. Cause Obi-Wan usually has such
control and he’s a private person, but with them…” Anakin
trailed off.

Rubbing
her chin, sitting back, Padme gave a thoughtful hum. “I imagine
they make him feel so good he kind of loses his mind a bit. Anything
else doesn’t make sense because as you say, he is a private person
Obi-Wan.” She chuckled softly, brushing her fluffy dress out a bit
and if Anakin had to take a stab in the dark, she was in her office
at the Rotunda with how she was dressed.

A
beautiful, low neck dark blue with purple trimmings dress with bell
sleeves, her waist trimmed in with the upper corset part of it,
several skirts layering it out along with her hair set up in a
beautiful braided ensemble.

Not
quite a Naboo Queen but still obviously quite the setup, especially
with the golden jewelry.

Force
he loved her.

“So
you want to fuck him.” Padme’s words made him cringe back into
reality as he squirmed in his seat.

It
wasn’t like he was going to ask Obi-Wan for a fuck unless Padme
approved!

She
was his wife, he wasn’t a cheating miserable skunk after all but if
Padme said yes…

She
was frowning a bit now, stroking her skirt while staring at her
knees.

Anakin’s
heart sunk and he shifted forward. “Hey…” He whispered, waiting
until Padme looked up before he smiled softly. “I love you.
Regardless of anything else angel, I love you with all my heart. It’s
just that…” He hesitated.

Her
face softened at that. “You love Obi-Wan too. Just not like you
love me huh?” She sat back in her chair and hummed softly.

Scratching
nervously at the back of his neck, Anakin shrugged slightly. “I’ve
always loved Obi-Wan. Just in different ways. And he’s always been
sexy but I’ve just… you know, ignored it for my own sanity sake.”
He grimaced a bit before biting his lips. “But right now it’s
very hard to ignore it.”

Padme
frowned a bit before realization set in. “The projection. With you
feeling his pleasure in the Force…” She trailed off.

“Padme,
I can practically taste
him, see him…Force the way his pleasure basically swamps everything
in the Force, it wouldn’t take much for me to be
him and feel everything happening to him secondhand,”
Anakin explained to his wife, snorting at her shocked look. “Yeah,
it’s that visceral. Even someone impotent could get a secondhand
orgasm from it if they were Force sensitive I think.” He breathed
out while
scrubbing his hands through his curls.

They
both turned silent, Padme clearly thoughtful and Anakin leaving her
to her thoughts with hope in his heart.

Maybe…

If
she said yes, if Obi-Wan said yes…

He
swallowed heavily, trying not to get ahead of himself but fuck, the
things he could imagine doing to Obi-Wan, things he had found on the
holonet when he was a teen, wanking himself raw, the things he had
been feeling lately that indicated that Obi-Wan would be more than
open for it…

He
couldn’t help a shudder as his rather sore dick rose in interest.

The
downside of wanking with a mech hand covered in leather was that it
could be a bit raw. ‘Condom might help that next time’ Anakin
mused before snapping back to attention when Padme cleared her
throat.

She
was watching him closely. “I love you Anakin,” His heart sunk a
bit only to rise when she smiled softly. “And I know you love me.
As long as you keep on remaining open and honest with me, and you
take an STD checkup, I don’t mind if you want to sleep with
Obi-Wan. As long
as he’s okay with it and you’re honest with him too.” She gave
him a severe look.

And
there was the catch.

Wincing,
Anakin thought it over.

The
STD checkup wasn’t so bad, easy to do and something they did anyhow
cause you never knew what you could catch out in the galaxy from
tainted blood
so Jedi had checkups for that after every mission if they were
injured at any point.
Anakin remembered vividly when Obi-Wan caught syphilis
from a pirate that had punched Obi-Wan in the mouth, Obi-Wan’s
teeth cutting up the knuckles of the man.

From
there he had gotten the man’s blood in his mouth and voila,
syphilis without sex.

It
had taken Obi-Wan a month of antibiotics
and bacta and a few other medications to deal
with the side effects of syphilis like the sores, headaches, nausea
and fever.

It
had honestly been a bit hellish for Anakin to watch his usually so
active and
dignified master
barely manage to get up from the couch because of his joint aches and
headache in
only his ruffled sleep wear,
Obi-Wan
being sweaty and disheveled the entire time as Anakin had run so many
errands for Obi-Wan and tried to make sure the man had tea and food
at all times to keep him from having to do any unnecessary amount of
walking.

‘But
telling him…’ That was the part that got Anakin nervous, telling
Obi-Wan that he was married…

But
it wouldn’t be fair to engage in even casual sex unless he was
honest.

Obi-Wan
wasn’t a random one night stand or stranger.

Slowly,
Anakin nodded with a small, tired sigh. “You’re right. I’ll
tell him.” He murmured, his mouth feeling dry and his body too
tight and tense.

“And
if he says no, that’s it. No grudges Anakin, no pouting, be a
proper gentleman about it.” Padme stated sternly, her brows raised
and her eyes expectant.

Nodding
a lot quicker to that, Anakin smiled lovingly. “Of course, if he
says no, that’s it. I’m not a monster, Padme.” He huffed, a tiny
bit offended.

She
just rolled her eyes and blew a kiss at him that had Anakin mellow
out again with a grin.

“When
are you going to ask him?” Padme shifted in her seat, raising one
leg above the other under her skirt as she watched him curiously.

Rubbing
his chin, Anakin let out a thoughtful hum. “Well, not right now for
sure. He’s way too sore for anything. But maybe in two or three
days? I can smell bacta off him so he might be ready by then.” He
frowned to himself, missing Padme’s amused eyes as she shook her
head.

‘Men.
At least he’s thoughtful enough.’ Padme thought in exasperated
fondness, watching her silly husband with a loving smile.