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For Oldandsweet, It’s obvious Anakin thinks that this Ben is very advanced in age. Can we see Anakin’s reaction to learning Ben’s actual age? Or even better, Obi-Wan, Anakin, and the council members’ reactions to this little fact?

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It was good to be
home.

Smiling as he
peered out the window of the transport, Anakin let out a content
breath. ‘I can meet up with Padme again, see my lovely wife and
bury myself in her embrace for a few hours at least if not the entire
night hopefully.’ He mused to himself hopefully.

Even Ahsoka seemed
to be excited, bouncing on her heels beside him. “Barris is at the
temple too,” She chirped at his inquiring look. “I can go meet up
with her and exchange some news and then engage in sparring!” She
beamed up at him before giggling happily when Obi-Wan gave her
monterals a rub of affection.

Obi-Wan looked
rather content too. “I have plans with Bail, we’re meeting for
the clone rights amendments with Commander Cody.” He said with
contentment which had Anakin smiling even more since he knew how
important those meetings were for the future of the clones.

Turning to Ben,
Anakin opened his mouth to ask if the older version of his master was
excited to see the temple again only to freeze.

Ben was staring out
the window too at the temple as he held onto the transport strap,
gaze unblinking as tears slowly rolled down his wrinkled cheeks into
his beard with his head resting against his arm. The slow drops were
captured in the sunlight as Ben continued staring at the temple,
taking in each details as best he could with slow flickering moves of
his eyes.

“…Ben?”
Anakin whispered, alerting the others to the issue as the blond
stepped closer to the time traveler since he was more secure in
moving while in the air, resting his hand on Ben’s shoulder with a
deep frown.

Blinking slowly,
Ben sniffed. “…Last time I saw the temple… smoke plumed from
every opening,” He whispered to the disbelief and horror of those
listening. “The gardens were totally destroyed by bombs… two of
the towers had collapse,.” He slowly looked to Anakin. “The halls
were littered with corpses of young and old, only a handful escaped
the massacre of our Order.”

Swallowing
heavily, Anakin squeezed Ben’s shoulder. “Ben, what happened to
the temple? The people?” He questioned quietly.

Ben
just closed his eyes and hid his face in sleeve.

Looking
to Obi-Wan for help, Anakin found nothing more but an equally
helpless man staring back at him as Ahsoka reached out and grasped
Ben’s hand with her free one and held onto the aged humans hand,
offering up comfort.

()()()

Ben
seemed tired as he stood in front of the council.

But
to be fair, Ben seemed tired about sixty percent of his waking hours
Anakin would claim but usually the man had his eyes open at least but
at the moment he stood with his eyes closed and his hands in the
rough homespun robe that they had cleaned up since they hadn’t any
spare ones for Ben.

For
the most part the council had been asking Anakin and Obi-Wan
questions though so the man didn’t really need to pay attention and
had willingly submitted to the Force probings the Council had rather
rudely in Anakin’s mind demanded.

But
Ben had quietly said that he’d submit to them for the safety of the
Jedi order which… well it hadn’t made Anakin happier but it had
made him understand the council a bit better.

If
someone claiming to be an older version of a Jedi master suddenly
appeared out of nothing on a random planet during a war… well there
was bound to be some suspicion.

Maybe
that was what had exhausted Ben along with the emotional upheavals
earlier?

Something
they had of course shared with the council, the statement of bodies
in the halls still chilling Anakin to the bones.

“Ben,”
Depa said quietly, catching the mans attention and prompting him to
open his eyes. “How old are you, how long ago is it since the
temple fell?” She asked.

Blinking
his eyes open, Ben focused on Depa with his lips forming into a
surprised purse. “Hmm? Oh… I am fifty two and its been twelve
years since I fled the Jedi temple with master Yoda. Why?” He
tilted his head.

“Wait…
what?” Anakin turned fully to face the older man, eyes wide. “You…
you’re master Windu’s age? But you look like you’re sixty or
seventy!?” He got out in a stuttering voice.

Ben
just blinked at him, soft and a bit lost looking before he shrugged.
“Tatooine has ruthless suns shining down on us all…”

For Oldandsweet, It’s obvious Anakin thinks that this Ben is very advanced in age. Can we see Anakin’s reaction to learning Ben’s actual age? Or even better, Obi-Wan, Anakin, and the council members’ reactions to this little fact?

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It was good to be
home.

Smiling as he
peered out the window of the transport, Anakin let out a content
breath. ‘I can meet up with Padme again, see my lovely wife and
bury myself in her embrace for a few hours at least if not the entire
night hopefully.’ He mused to himself hopefully.

Even Ahsoka seemed
to be excited, bouncing on her heels beside him. “Barris is at the
temple too,” She chirped at his inquiring look. “I can go meet up
with her and exchange some news and then engage in sparring!” She
beamed up at him before giggling happily when Obi-Wan gave her
monterals a rub of affection.

Obi-Wan looked
rather content too. “I have plans with Bail, we’re meeting for
the clone rights amendments with Commander Cody.” He said with
contentment which had Anakin smiling even more since he knew how
important those meetings were for the future of the clones.

Turning to Ben,
Anakin opened his mouth to ask if the older version of his master was
excited to see the temple again only to freeze.

Ben was staring out
the window too at the temple as he held onto the transport strap,
gaze unblinking as tears slowly rolled down his wrinkled cheeks into
his beard with his head resting against his arm. The slow drops were
captured in the sunlight as Ben continued staring at the temple,
taking in each details as best he could with slow flickering moves of
his eyes.

“…Ben?”
Anakin whispered, alerting the others to the issue as the blond
stepped closer to the time traveler since he was more secure in
moving while in the air, resting his hand on Ben’s shoulder with a
deep frown.

Blinking slowly,
Ben sniffed. “…Last time I saw the temple… smoke plumed from
every opening,” He whispered to the disbelief and horror of those
listening. “The gardens were totally destroyed by bombs… two of
the towers had collapse,.” He slowly looked to Anakin. “The halls
were littered with corpses of young and old, only a handful escaped
the massacre of our Order.”

Swallowing
heavily, Anakin squeezed Ben’s shoulder. “Ben, what happened to
the temple? The people?” He questioned quietly.

Ben
just closed his eyes and hid his face in sleeve.

Looking
to Obi-Wan for help, Anakin found nothing more but an equally
helpless man staring back at him as Ahsoka reached out and grasped
Ben’s hand with her free one and held onto the aged humans hand,
offering up comfort.

()()()

Ben
seemed tired as he stood in front of the council.

But
to be fair, Ben seemed tired about sixty percent of his waking hours
Anakin would claim but usually the man had his eyes open at least but
at the moment he stood with his eyes closed and his hands in the
rough homespun robe that they had cleaned up since they hadn’t any
spare ones for Ben.

For
the most part the council had been asking Anakin and Obi-Wan
questions though so the man didn’t really need to pay attention and
had willingly submitted to the Force probings the Council had rather
rudely in Anakin’s mind demanded.

But
Ben had quietly said that he’d submit to them for the safety of the
Jedi order which… well it hadn’t made Anakin happier but it had
made him understand the council a bit better.

If
someone claiming to be an older version of a Jedi master suddenly
appeared out of nothing on a random planet during a war… well there
was bound to be some suspicion.

Maybe
that was what had exhausted Ben along with the emotional upheavals
earlier?

Something
they had of course shared with the council, the statement of bodies
in the halls still chilling Anakin to the bones.

“Ben,”
Depa said quietly, catching the mans attention and prompting him to
open his eyes. “How old are you, how long ago is it since the
temple fell?” She asked.

Blinking
his eyes open, Ben focused on Depa with his lips forming into a
surprised purse. “Hmm? Oh… I am fifty two and its been twelve
years since I fled the Jedi temple with master Yoda. Why?” He
tilted his head.

“Wait…
what?” Anakin turned fully to face the older man, eyes wide. “You…
you’re master Windu’s age? But you look like you’re sixty or
seventy!?” He got out in a stuttering voice.

Ben
just blinked at him, soft and a bit lost looking before he shrugged.
“Tatooine has ruthless suns shining down on us all…”

For the Jedi and Sith series, Anakin confronts Obi-Wan about his past and gets only watered-down versions of the events. He then hacks into the archives and finds out the full extent of the harrowing experiences Obi-Wan had that seem to have broken part of his self-worth, especially Bandomeer and Melida/Daan. In this verse, Qui-Gon would have been censured heavily as a Sith for leaving his defenceless Jedi Padawan on a war-torn planet, no? Anakin then asks Qui-Gon about this and the two talk.

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Staring at the
older male, the young knight stared at him with narrowed eyes. “You
left Obi-Wan, your fifteen year old obviously Jedi padawan on
a foreign planet in civil war?” He questioned dangerously and
Qui-Gon winced, looking away before he sighed and rubbed his face
with one large hand, giving a tired nod.

“I did, I have
spent decades regretting it and believe me, I was heavily censured by
both Council’s for it in the aftermath. The fact that I was allowed
to keep Obi-Wan was miracle in itself.” He said quietly, settling
his hands in his lap.

Staring at him,
Anakin pursed his lips and sat back in the recliner as he stared at
the older Sith on the couch. “Why?” He asked simply.

Qui-Gon didn’t
even pretend not to understand. He just looked at Anakin and gave a
shrug. “Because I was a broken man, because Tahl, the woman I loved
at the time, was injured and would die if I did not get her home and
because Obi-Wan refused to listen that we could not help the Young on
Melida/Daan. So many reasons and none of them justifies what I did
still.”

“You don’t
karking say, you left a child in a civil war when you were
responsible for them instead of picking him up by the scruff and
dragging him away!” Anakin snapped before breathing deep and
rubbing his face. “I can’t believe Obi-Wan just forgave you. No
wonder he’s karked in the head and the rest of the Sith say he’s
worse than any Jedi, you made him this way.” He hissed.

After talking over
things with Maul he couldn’t stop thinking about what the man said.

That guilt tied
Qui-Gon tightly to Obi-Wan, guilt and love and that Obi-Wan was worse
than any other Jedi in the entire Order.

And the more he
thought about it, the more it buzzed in his mind.

Eventually he had
stormed off to the Archives and from there he had sliced in,
accessing Obi-Wan’s records.

And he had received
the shock of a lifetime.

Obi-Wan was the
light of their line, the star they all orbited around as he kept
moving forward.

The concept that it
had not always been that way… to know that the reason no one spoke
of Xanatos his Sith linage brother and he had never seen him…

Anakin had been
shaken to his core to learn of Du Crion’s betrayal of their line.

And then he had
hunted Qui-Gon down, desperate for answers he knew Obi-Wan would
never give because those reports couldn’t be real, couldn’t be
accurate.

Obi-Wan hadn’t
almost been sent from the Orders, he hadn’t been abandoned, he
hadn’t had to fight his own linage brother, he hadn’t almost been
memory wiped, he hadn’t been on an eggshell pair bond for years,
that was impossible.

And yet here he
was, the truth laid bare for him as Qui-Gon confirmed and explained
each status.

And it was sending
Anakin reeling because this he didn’t know how to absorb.

Qui-Gon Jinn was
suppose to adore Obi-Wan, they all were.

And yet here the
evidence was.

“…I was a
broken man, they should never have let me take him on because my
grief, my struggles destroyed Obi-Wan’s self worth and I have spent
over twenty years trying to fix what I broke in a boy who only wanted
to save the galaxy,” Qui-Gon said quietly, leaning forward to press
his hands together. “And I need you to help me with that Anakin,
for I can’t fix Obi-Wan alone.” He said quietly.

Looking up slowly,
Anakin stared at the older man before nodding slowly.

Now that, that he
could do.

For it was a Sith’s
job to look after their Jedi.

And Anakin would
always look after Obi-Wan when possible.

After all, there
was no Anakin without Obi-Wan, what would he do if his old master
self sacrificing ways ended him?

For the Jedi and Sith series, Anakin confronts Obi-Wan about his past and gets only watered-down versions of the events. He then hacks into the archives and finds out the full extent of the harrowing experiences Obi-Wan had that seem to have broken part of his self-worth, especially Bandomeer and Melida/Daan. In this verse, Qui-Gon would have been censured heavily as a Sith for leaving his defenceless Jedi Padawan on a war-torn planet, no? Anakin then asks Qui-Gon about this and the two talk.

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Staring at the
older male, the young knight stared at him with narrowed eyes. “You
left Obi-Wan, your fifteen year old obviously Jedi padawan on
a foreign planet in civil war?” He questioned dangerously and
Qui-Gon winced, looking away before he sighed and rubbed his face
with one large hand, giving a tired nod.

“I did, I have
spent decades regretting it and believe me, I was heavily censured by
both Council’s for it in the aftermath. The fact that I was allowed
to keep Obi-Wan was miracle in itself.” He said quietly, settling
his hands in his lap.

Staring at him,
Anakin pursed his lips and sat back in the recliner as he stared at
the older Sith on the couch. “Why?” He asked simply.

Qui-Gon didn’t
even pretend not to understand. He just looked at Anakin and gave a
shrug. “Because I was a broken man, because Tahl, the woman I loved
at the time, was injured and would die if I did not get her home and
because Obi-Wan refused to listen that we could not help the Young on
Melida/Daan. So many reasons and none of them justifies what I did
still.”

“You don’t
karking say, you left a child in a civil war when you were
responsible for them instead of picking him up by the scruff and
dragging him away!” Anakin snapped before breathing deep and
rubbing his face. “I can’t believe Obi-Wan just forgave you. No
wonder he’s karked in the head and the rest of the Sith say he’s
worse than any Jedi, you made him this way.” He hissed.

After talking over
things with Maul he couldn’t stop thinking about what the man said.

That guilt tied
Qui-Gon tightly to Obi-Wan, guilt and love and that Obi-Wan was worse
than any other Jedi in the entire Order.

And the more he
thought about it, the more it buzzed in his mind.

Eventually he had
stormed off to the Archives and from there he had sliced in,
accessing Obi-Wan’s records.

And he had received
the shock of a lifetime.

Obi-Wan was the
light of their line, the star they all orbited around as he kept
moving forward.

The concept that it
had not always been that way… to know that the reason no one spoke
of Xanatos his Sith linage brother and he had never seen him…

Anakin had been
shaken to his core to learn of Du Crion’s betrayal of their line.

And then he had
hunted Qui-Gon down, desperate for answers he knew Obi-Wan would
never give because those reports couldn’t be real, couldn’t be
accurate.

Obi-Wan hadn’t
almost been sent from the Orders, he hadn’t been abandoned, he
hadn’t had to fight his own linage brother, he hadn’t almost been
memory wiped, he hadn’t been on an eggshell pair bond for years,
that was impossible.

And yet here he
was, the truth laid bare for him as Qui-Gon confirmed and explained
each status.

And it was sending
Anakin reeling because this he didn’t know how to absorb.

Qui-Gon Jinn was
suppose to adore Obi-Wan, they all were.

And yet here the
evidence was.

“…I was a
broken man, they should never have let me take him on because my
grief, my struggles destroyed Obi-Wan’s self worth and I have spent
over twenty years trying to fix what I broke in a boy who only wanted
to save the galaxy,” Qui-Gon said quietly, leaning forward to press
his hands together. “And I need you to help me with that Anakin,
for I can’t fix Obi-Wan alone.” He said quietly.

Looking up slowly,
Anakin stared at the older man before nodding slowly.

Now that, that he
could do.

For it was a Sith’s
job to look after their Jedi.

And Anakin would
always look after Obi-Wan when possible.

After all, there
was no Anakin without Obi-Wan, what would he do if his old master
self sacrificing ways ended him?

Moddy, could we PLEASE see more of Safetydelayed? Will Qui-Gon report this to the council? They were already horrified enough in Safehere. What will their reactions be this time? Will Obi-Wan ever be able to recover mentally from years of abuse? Will Shkma hang over him forever? Please update soon. ;-)

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Tucking silvering
chestnut strands behind an ear, Qui-Gon glanced down at the padawans
as Bant carefully helped Obi-Wan walk as the other didn’t trust the
adults to help him at all. Something told Qui-Gon that the mon
calamari overheard him and Tahl speak about Obi-Wan’s situation but
so far Bant was keeping it to herself even if she was behaving a bit
more carefully around Obi-Wan.

Nothing too
obvious.

But she was
avoiding too abrupt movements around the other padawan and was quick
to offer her arm or shoulder for the redhead to lean on.

The moment they had
come into orbit and reached out they had a missive from the council
which informed them that Knight Shkma was taken into custody by the
Sentinels and that Obi-Wan was to be brought in front of the healers
instantly where he would be looked over and healed first and then
questioned by the waiting council masters in the Hall.

From the sounds of
it, Qui-Gon guessed it would be Yoda, Jocasta Nu and Plo Koon if he
guessed correctly but he would have to wait to see when they arrived.
He was relieved to see the hoverchair waiting for them in the hanger
though at their docking station and watched Bant lead Obi-Wan right
over to it and help him settle into it. “Do you want me to push it
Obi-Wan?” She asked quickly, carefully but subtly trying to push
the apprentice healer out of the way.

Obi-Wan narrowed
his eyes at her a bit but gave a shrug. “I don’t mind if you want
to…”

‘She’s becoming
more obvious, Obi-Wan is obviously becoming suspicious but no matter.
We are at the temple again.’ Qui-Gon thought to himself, tucking
his hands into his sleeve as he followed both the padawan healer and
the padawans, Tahl one step behind him again. ‘He’ll never have
to worry about being hit again by knight Shkma.’

Obviously Tahl
caught onto his train of thought because she placed one hand on his
shoulder, squeezing down tightly with an assuring smile on her
gorgeous face.

Smiling dryly in
return, Qui-Gon hoped for fair winds for Obi-Wan and safety.

And more than any
of that, happiness.

()()()

Sitting on the
sterile bed feeling shell shocked, Obi-Wan wrapped the blanket more
tightly around himself as he stared at the white wall of the room.

His mind was
buzzing with confusion, with sad eyes and worried whispers but he
couldn’t quite…

Knight Shkma, his
master, had apparently been taken in by the Sentinels because what he
had been doing to Obi-Wan was not legal, not by the Republic laws and
not by the Jedi’s internal laws for raising padawans.

Master Jinn had not
been incorrect.

But now Obi-Wan was
thrown out into limbo, uncertain about what came next or who.

Shaking a bit, he
pulled the blanket even more tightly around himself as he purposely
ignored the fact that the healers, with his permission, had taken
several holo images of old scars and bruises left on Obi-Wan’s
body.

Especially the
large saber carved words in his lower back that read ‘weak’ in Galactic basic.

He’d been
fourteen and had failed his masters first survival test, a barren
world with next to no food and no water…

Obi-Wan had passed
out, proving his weakness to the knight.

Or so Shkma had
always said.

After the last few
weeks…

Obi-Wan wasn’t so
sure anymore.

Pressing his face
into his knees which pulled on his back scars painfully, Obi-Wan let out a hitched sob before going utterly
quiet as he cried against his legs.

Moddy, could we PLEASE see more of Safetydelayed? Will Qui-Gon report this to the council? They were already horrified enough in Safehere. What will their reactions be this time? Will Obi-Wan ever be able to recover mentally from years of abuse? Will Shkma hang over him forever? Please update soon. ;-)

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Tucking silvering
chestnut strands behind an ear, Qui-Gon glanced down at the padawans
as Bant carefully helped Obi-Wan walk as the other didn’t trust the
adults to help him at all. Something told Qui-Gon that the mon
calamari overheard him and Tahl speak about Obi-Wan’s situation but
so far Bant was keeping it to herself even if she was behaving a bit
more carefully around Obi-Wan.

Nothing too
obvious.

But she was
avoiding too abrupt movements around the other padawan and was quick
to offer her arm or shoulder for the redhead to lean on.

The moment they had
come into orbit and reached out they had a missive from the council
which informed them that Knight Shkma was taken into custody by the
Sentinels and that Obi-Wan was to be brought in front of the healers
instantly where he would be looked over and healed first and then
questioned by the waiting council masters in the Hall.

From the sounds of
it, Qui-Gon guessed it would be Yoda, Jocasta Nu and Plo Koon if he
guessed correctly but he would have to wait to see when they arrived.
He was relieved to see the hoverchair waiting for them in the hanger
though at their docking station and watched Bant lead Obi-Wan right
over to it and help him settle into it. “Do you want me to push it
Obi-Wan?” She asked quickly, carefully but subtly trying to push
the apprentice healer out of the way.

Obi-Wan narrowed
his eyes at her a bit but gave a shrug. “I don’t mind if you want
to…”

‘She’s becoming
more obvious, Obi-Wan is obviously becoming suspicious but no matter.
We are at the temple again.’ Qui-Gon thought to himself, tucking
his hands into his sleeve as he followed both the padawan healer and
the padawans, Tahl one step behind him again. ‘He’ll never have
to worry about being hit again by knight Shkma.’

Obviously Tahl
caught onto his train of thought because she placed one hand on his
shoulder, squeezing down tightly with an assuring smile on her
gorgeous face.

Smiling dryly in
return, Qui-Gon hoped for fair winds for Obi-Wan and safety.

And more than any
of that, happiness.

()()()

Sitting on the
sterile bed feeling shell shocked, Obi-Wan wrapped the blanket more
tightly around himself as he stared at the white wall of the room.

His mind was
buzzing with confusion, with sad eyes and worried whispers but he
couldn’t quite…

Knight Shkma, his
master, had apparently been taken in by the Sentinels because what he
had been doing to Obi-Wan was not legal, not by the Republic laws and
not by the Jedi’s internal laws for raising padawans.

Master Jinn had not
been incorrect.

But now Obi-Wan was
thrown out into limbo, uncertain about what came next or who.

Shaking a bit, he
pulled the blanket even more tightly around himself as he purposely
ignored the fact that the healers, with his permission, had taken
several holo images of old scars and bruises left on Obi-Wan’s
body.

Especially the
large saber carved words in his lower back that read ‘weak’ in Galactic basic.

He’d been
fourteen and had failed his masters first survival test, a barren
world with next to no food and no water…

Obi-Wan had passed
out, proving his weakness to the knight.

Or so Shkma had
always said.

After the last few
weeks…

Obi-Wan wasn’t so
sure anymore.

Pressing his face
into his knees which pulled on his back scars painfully, Obi-Wan let out a hitched sob before going utterly
quiet as he cried against his legs.

Could we see more of Shattered Shields? Does Obi-Wan’s shattered shields mean he lets things slip occasionally? Like bad memories? Like Bandomeer and Melida/Daan? How does Anakin react to finding out about these things?Does Dooku act differently towards Obi-Wan know he knows just how badly his Padawan messed up Obi-Wan’s head? Is there still some lingering conscience somewhere in his blackened heart?

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Staring at his
master for a long moment, Anakin slowly set the water can in his hand
aside on the window ledge as the other struggled to pull his shields
in together. Obi-Wan was obviously also avoiding his eyes at the same
time and Anakin lips pursed as he moved right in front of the man on
the couch and crossed his arms over his chest. “What the kark was
that master?” He questioned, trying not to let on how shaken up he
was.

“It was nothing,
an old memo-” Obi-Wan tried to murmur.

“Memory? You mean
to tell me that happened? Qui-Gon Jinn really left you on what looked
like a war torn planet because you wanted to help teenagers?”
Anakin questioned incredulously.

“There were…
circumstances, we were suppose to rescue a hurt Jedi, no-”

“He left you!”
Anakin snapped, kneeling down to meet the green eyes before softening
when Obi-Wan winced, obviously reacting to Anakin’s lashing rage.
“I’m sorry Master Obi-Wan, I didn’t mean to…” He took the
others hands, rubbing gently with his thumbs in circles. “But I
just… you would never leave me like that. If I wanted to help
someone you would have picked me up under your arm regardless how
upset it would have made me not to help people. You wouldn’t have
abandoned me.”

At that word
Obi-Wan outright flinched.

Watching the other
for a long moment, Anakin sighed. “You’re not as over it as
you’re pretending are you?” He whispered.

“…No. But
there’s not really a lot to do with it anymore. It happened, the
man who did it is gone and we both took our decisions that day.”
Obi-Wan sighed deeply. “Time is the only thing that will heal
wounds, especially the mental ones.” He squeeze Anakni’s hands in
return.

“…You and
Qui-Gon Jinn never really talked about your problems, did you?”
Anakin questioned quietly, sitting on his heels in front of the other
Jedi on the couch, holding his hands tightly.

“No, it wasn’t
really… Qui-Gon went through a lot of problems. He lost a lot. And
that made him into a bitter man sometimes and it certainly made him
build high walls around his heart.” Obi-Wan smiled bitterly. “But
he could be kind and wonderful, worthy of respect and admiration. He
just… sometimes forgot that he was responsible for me. Its not an
excuse for the behavior but an explanation and in the end… he was
just human regardless of how high a pedestal one tries to put him
on.” He shrugged slightly.

Frowning a bit,
Anakin shifted to sit beside his master while still holding onto his
hand. “That doesn’t excuse him no, that’s honestly harmful
behavior… and its left marks on you.” He murmured quietly.

“…We all have
scars Anakin.” Obi-Wan soothed before sighing. “Its going to be
alright. Healing can take time.” He smiled faintly. “And I’d
mostly gotten over it until Dooku ripped my shields apart in his
quest for answers.”

“I swear if I
ever meet up with him again I’m going t-”

Obi-Wan cut in
smoothly. “Seek justice, not revenge.” He murmured seriously,
watching the other.

Face twitching,
Anakin nodded before pressing their foreheads together while bringing
his own shields to reinforce Obi-Wan’s gossamer thin ones.

Smiling when his
master instantly accepted the aid, Anakin squeezed his hand again.
‘You might not be seeking revenge… but you deserve compensation
for this pain my master. My poor master…’

Could we see more of Shattered Shields? Does Obi-Wan’s shattered shields mean he lets things slip occasionally? Like bad memories? Like Bandomeer and Melida/Daan? How does Anakin react to finding out about these things?Does Dooku act differently towards Obi-Wan know he knows just how badly his Padawan messed up Obi-Wan’s head? Is there still some lingering conscience somewhere in his blackened heart?

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Staring at his
master for a long moment, Anakin slowly set the water can in his hand
aside on the window ledge as the other struggled to pull his shields
in together. Obi-Wan was obviously also avoiding his eyes at the same
time and Anakin lips pursed as he moved right in front of the man on
the couch and crossed his arms over his chest. “What the kark was
that master?” He questioned, trying not to let on how shaken up he
was.

“It was nothing,
an old memo-” Obi-Wan tried to murmur.

“Memory? You mean
to tell me that happened? Qui-Gon Jinn really left you on what looked
like a war torn planet because you wanted to help teenagers?”
Anakin questioned incredulously.

“There were…
circumstances, we were suppose to rescue a hurt Jedi, no-”

“He left you!”
Anakin snapped, kneeling down to meet the green eyes before softening
when Obi-Wan winced, obviously reacting to Anakin’s lashing rage.
“I’m sorry Master Obi-Wan, I didn’t mean to…” He took the
others hands, rubbing gently with his thumbs in circles. “But I
just… you would never leave me like that. If I wanted to help
someone you would have picked me up under your arm regardless how
upset it would have made me not to help people. You wouldn’t have
abandoned me.”

At that word
Obi-Wan outright flinched.

Watching the other
for a long moment, Anakin sighed. “You’re not as over it as
you’re pretending are you?” He whispered.

“…No. But
there’s not really a lot to do with it anymore. It happened, the
man who did it is gone and we both took our decisions that day.”
Obi-Wan sighed deeply. “Time is the only thing that will heal
wounds, especially the mental ones.” He squeeze Anakni’s hands in
return.

“…You and
Qui-Gon Jinn never really talked about your problems, did you?”
Anakin questioned quietly, sitting on his heels in front of the other
Jedi on the couch, holding his hands tightly.

“No, it wasn’t
really… Qui-Gon went through a lot of problems. He lost a lot. And
that made him into a bitter man sometimes and it certainly made him
build high walls around his heart.” Obi-Wan smiled bitterly. “But
he could be kind and wonderful, worthy of respect and admiration. He
just… sometimes forgot that he was responsible for me. Its not an
excuse for the behavior but an explanation and in the end… he was
just human regardless of how high a pedestal one tries to put him
on.” He shrugged slightly.

Frowning a bit,
Anakin shifted to sit beside his master while still holding onto his
hand. “That doesn’t excuse him no, that’s honestly harmful
behavior… and its left marks on you.” He murmured quietly.

“…We all have
scars Anakin.” Obi-Wan soothed before sighing. “Its going to be
alright. Healing can take time.” He smiled faintly. “And I’d
mostly gotten over it until Dooku ripped my shields apart in his
quest for answers.”

“I swear if I
ever meet up with him again I’m going t-”

Obi-Wan cut in
smoothly. “Seek justice, not revenge.” He murmured seriously,
watching the other.

Face twitching,
Anakin nodded before pressing their foreheads together while bringing
his own shields to reinforce Obi-Wan’s gossamer thin ones.

Smiling when his
master instantly accepted the aid, Anakin squeezed his hand again.
‘You might not be seeking revenge… but you deserve compensation
for this pain my master. My poor master…’

Visions I See is so cute! So Obi-Wan knows of Palpatine’s identity much earlier. Can we have Yoda and all his lineage offing Palpatine much earlier and then finding out about the Clones and having to deal with the relocation or resettlement of the Clones? And how is Anakin’s childhood different in this universe?

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Holding his hand
out to Anakin, Obi-Wan quietly mulled over his his next actions.

Knowing the what
and who Palpatine really was did not make things feel any easier for
the future or lighter.

It wasn’t like he
could come right out and tell people what he was since the Council
didn’t want to believe in the Sith being as powerful as Obi-Wan
knew. Honestly, Palpatine had done his best to portray that stupid
grandfatherly disguise of his and didn’t give off the air of
someone who wanted power…

Yet.

It was a question
of yet.

Obi-Wan would have
to be careful until he could figure out how to expose the man because
Palpatine had been right, freedom of religion would cover him as a
Sith in the eyes of the Republic so if he exposed him as just a Sith
the man would cry foul for freedom with people rallying behind him.

Which meant
exposing Palpatine for what he really was.

So far he had not
been able to find any evidence for his misdeeds despite trying his
best. He hadn’t even found anything from the invasion of Naboo!

It was
confoundingly frustrating!

Maybe if he could
break into the mans mansi-”OW!” He cried out, slamming his fist
onto the coffee table in pain as he forced himself not to move further.

“I’m sorry!”
Anakin cried out even as Qui-Gon dropped his armful of laundry.

“What happened?”
The long haired man stared at them, blue eyes wide.

“I-I tightened a
bolt to hard, it pulled on one of the nerve ending for the arm.”
Anakin nervously explained, watching Obi-Wan closely with wide blue
yes.

Breath hissing out
through his teeth, Obi-Wan kept his mech arm as still as possible,
tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. “Loosen it, loosen it
now… oh sweet Force.” He gasped.

Anakin quickly
scooted closer to him again and though it hurt like having his arm
severed again, Obi-Wan stayed still until Anakin got the bolt
loosened.

He flopped back
with the arm cradled to his chest, breathing heavily as he did.
“…Why did I let them convince me to have neural endings on this
thing.” He moaned, eyes closed.

“Because the
nerve endings allows you to use both your hands for reading blind
script and sensing out things with your hands.” Qui-Gon rumbled,
his voice closer. The man knelt down beside Obi-Wan moments later and
carefully cradled Obi-Wan’s arm away from his chest, checking on
it. “…It seems alright, let Anakin put the covering back on
Obi-Wan and I’ll go find you an analgesic patch.” He murmured
soothingly.

Breathing out,
Obi-Wan nodded and cracked his eyes open, remaining on his back on
the floor by the couch as he held out his arm towards the blond as
Qui-Gon got up to go find said patch.

Nervously taking
the arm, Anakin swallowed heavily before carefully screwing the
covering back onto Obi-Wan’s mech arm. “I’m sorry, I didn’t
mean to hurt you. I just… I could fi-”

“Don’t
apologize Anakin.” Obi-Wan smiled towards him. “Honestly, you do
repairs better then most of the mechanics in the temple so its fine.
Accidents happen.” He soothed the boy.

Peeking up at that
and meeting Obi-Wan’s eyes, Anakin finally smiled, a bit on the shy
side. “That’s why you come to us, I know. You told me.” He
grinned a bit. “If you could bring some soldering metal I could
improve even more on it and maybe if I had the blueprints for one of
these I could design one for you myself after studying it…” The
padawan trailed off.

“Maybe so. I’ll
look into it Anakin though you don’t have to use your time on me if
you don’t want to.” Obi-Wan chuckled, settling his reassembled
arm back against his chest once the covering was back on.

“I want to. We’re
basically family right?” Anakin grinned.

“I guess in a way
I’d be considered your linage uncle.” Obi-Wan chuckled, smiling a
tad softer when Anakin outright beamed in happiness.

Letting his concern
about Palpatine fade away for now, Obi-Wan let Qui-Gon put the patch
on his neck and help him sit up against the couch, the two fussing
over Obi-Wan not unlike how Yan and Yoda sometimes did.

Which was amusing.
‘They can all be so silly.’ He thought warmly to himself.

Visions I See is so cute! So Obi-Wan knows of Palpatine’s identity much earlier. Can we have Yoda and all his lineage offing Palpatine much earlier and then finding out about the Clones and having to deal with the relocation or resettlement of the Clones? And how is Anakin’s childhood different in this universe?

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Holding his hand
out to Anakin, Obi-Wan quietly mulled over his his next actions.

Knowing the what
and who Palpatine really was did not make things feel any easier for
the future or lighter.

It wasn’t like he
could come right out and tell people what he was since the Council
didn’t want to believe in the Sith being as powerful as Obi-Wan
knew. Honestly, Palpatine had done his best to portray that stupid
grandfatherly disguise of his and didn’t give off the air of
someone who wanted power…

Yet.

It was a question
of yet.

Obi-Wan would have
to be careful until he could figure out how to expose the man because
Palpatine had been right, freedom of religion would cover him as a
Sith in the eyes of the Republic so if he exposed him as just a Sith
the man would cry foul for freedom with people rallying behind him.

Which meant
exposing Palpatine for what he really was.

So far he had not
been able to find any evidence for his misdeeds despite trying his
best. He hadn’t even found anything from the invasion of Naboo!

It was
confoundingly frustrating!

Maybe if he could
break into the mans mansi-”OW!” He cried out, slamming his fist
onto the coffee table in pain as he forced himself not to move further.

“I’m sorry!”
Anakin cried out even as Qui-Gon dropped his armful of laundry.

“What happened?”
The long haired man stared at them, blue eyes wide.

“I-I tightened a
bolt to hard, it pulled on one of the nerve ending for the arm.”
Anakin nervously explained, watching Obi-Wan closely with wide blue
yes.

Breath hissing out
through his teeth, Obi-Wan kept his mech arm as still as possible,
tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. “Loosen it, loosen it
now… oh sweet Force.” He gasped.

Anakin quickly
scooted closer to him again and though it hurt like having his arm
severed again, Obi-Wan stayed still until Anakin got the bolt
loosened.

He flopped back
with the arm cradled to his chest, breathing heavily as he did.
“…Why did I let them convince me to have neural endings on this
thing.” He moaned, eyes closed.

“Because the
nerve endings allows you to use both your hands for reading blind
script and sensing out things with your hands.” Qui-Gon rumbled,
his voice closer. The man knelt down beside Obi-Wan moments later and
carefully cradled Obi-Wan’s arm away from his chest, checking on
it. “…It seems alright, let Anakin put the covering back on
Obi-Wan and I’ll go find you an analgesic patch.” He murmured
soothingly.

Breathing out,
Obi-Wan nodded and cracked his eyes open, remaining on his back on
the floor by the couch as he held out his arm towards the blond as
Qui-Gon got up to go find said patch.

Nervously taking
the arm, Anakin swallowed heavily before carefully screwing the
covering back onto Obi-Wan’s mech arm. “I’m sorry, I didn’t
mean to hurt you. I just… I could fi-”

“Don’t
apologize Anakin.” Obi-Wan smiled towards him. “Honestly, you do
repairs better then most of the mechanics in the temple so its fine.
Accidents happen.” He soothed the boy.

Peeking up at that
and meeting Obi-Wan’s eyes, Anakin finally smiled, a bit on the shy
side. “That’s why you come to us, I know. You told me.” He
grinned a bit. “If you could bring some soldering metal I could
improve even more on it and maybe if I had the blueprints for one of
these I could design one for you myself after studying it…” The
padawan trailed off.

“Maybe so. I’ll
look into it Anakin though you don’t have to use your time on me if
you don’t want to.” Obi-Wan chuckled, settling his reassembled
arm back against his chest once the covering was back on.

“I want to. We’re
basically family right?” Anakin grinned.

“I guess in a way
I’d be considered your linage uncle.” Obi-Wan chuckled, smiling a
tad softer when Anakin outright beamed in happiness.

Letting his concern
about Palpatine fade away for now, Obi-Wan let Qui-Gon put the patch
on his neck and help him sit up against the couch, the two fussing
over Obi-Wan not unlike how Yan and Yoda sometimes did.

Which was amusing.
‘They can all be so silly.’ He thought warmly to himself.