poor Obi

Deertaur, how does ObiWan sleep? I mean where do they put him in the healing halls, it be a bit hard to put him up on a bed?

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Being
a cervidaetaur could sometimes be a difficulty when most things were
in
standard
made for two legged creatures or more flexible creatures to get into
things, like he
fresher or into most kitchens in the living quarters.

Or
the medical beds in the Halls.

This
is why Obi-Wan in particular is grateful for settling down on a
futon in the Halls where he can settle his belly down and
lay on his flank to sleep when it was time for that. Something he did
not always have the luxury of on transport ships unfortunately.

Sometimes
Qui-Gon would put several blankets on the floor for Obi-Wan to settle
down between bunks if there were two and settle his head on the spare
one if possible though sometimes Obi-Wan just had to forgo sleep
while in transit.

Certainly
the futon in the
Halls however could be
raised off the floor for when healers are examining him
but it was nice to be able to get in an out of bed just like he could
in his own room. And it was also nice that he could share room with
his master since Obi-Wan had managed to land his sorry flanks into
the Halls.

“You
should have seen it Qui-Gon,” Micah chortled softly. Now
that Obi-Wan was confirmed to be quite alright and only had a small
concussion, the situation had turned amusing. “It
was like something out of a cartoon of deer’s on ice.” He
laughed.

Qui-Gon
sent Obi-Wan an amused glance as the cervidaetaur flushed with
embarrassment, smiling sheepishly at his master from where he was
settled on the futon
in the room beside the bed, Qui-Gon’s hand occasionally coming down
to gently stroke Obi-Wan’s long, flickering ears or his scalp in a
soothing motion.

“I
imagine it might have been amusing in retrospect to
you
but considering Obi-Wan is my
padawan Micah I’m just grateful that he is going to recover quite
fine despite rushing because he overslept.” Qui-Gon chortled while
rubbing his fingers around the horn connection at Obi-Wan’s
forehead.

They
were getting close to falling out anyhow as Obi-Wan was steadily
closing in on his time for bigger antlers instead of his small stub
horns.

Barking
out a short laugh that had Obi-Wan’s ears
swirling in the dark haired man’s direction, Micah nodded. “I can
understand that, its honestly just amusing now since he’s turned
out fine in the end and the healers have looked him over,” He
leaned on the end of Qui-Gon’s bed, smirking. “I half expected
his legs to go spread eagle like that time we were on Hoth but
thinking about it now
I’m grateful he didn’t as I seem to remember him throwing up
because he hit his abdomen?” He glanced between them.

Grimacing
heavily, Obi-Wan nodded before pressing his head into Qui-Gon’s
large warm hand. “I did, I hit my stomach hard enough to
regurgitate everything I had eaten on the trip to Hoth.” He
wrinkled his nose then shivered.

That
had not been a good day for him, not only had he vomited but he had
also sunken to his belly in the snow and
frozen his damn nards!

Grimacing
in sympathy, Micah shrugged. “At least you got excused
from the lessons, so you don’t get a demerit today.” Micah
hummed.

Shrugging
a bit, Obi-Wan grumbled and hid in Qui-Gon’s
hand, nestling his head under the hand with his face pressed into the
mattress of the masters bed.

He’d
honestly rather have been in class.

Deertaur, how does ObiWan sleep? I mean where do they put him in the healing halls, it be a bit hard to put him up on a bed?

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Being
a cervidaetaur could sometimes be a difficulty when most things were
in
standard
made for two legged creatures or more flexible creatures to get into
things, like he
fresher or into most kitchens in the living quarters.

Or
the medical beds in the Halls.

This
is why Obi-Wan in particular is grateful for settling down on a
futon in the Halls where he can settle his belly down and
lay on his flank to sleep when it was time for that. Something he did
not always have the luxury of on transport ships unfortunately.

Sometimes
Qui-Gon would put several blankets on the floor for Obi-Wan to settle
down between bunks if there were two and settle his head on the spare
one if possible though sometimes Obi-Wan just had to forgo sleep
while in transit.

Certainly
the futon in the
Halls however could be
raised off the floor for when healers are examining him
but it was nice to be able to get in an out of bed just like he could
in his own room. And it was also nice that he could share room with
his master since Obi-Wan had managed to land his sorry flanks into
the Halls.

“You
should have seen it Qui-Gon,” Micah chortled softly. Now
that Obi-Wan was confirmed to be quite alright and only had a small
concussion, the situation had turned amusing. “It
was like something out of a cartoon of deer’s on ice.” He
laughed.

Qui-Gon
sent Obi-Wan an amused glance as the cervidaetaur flushed with
embarrassment, smiling sheepishly at his master from where he was
settled on the futon
in the room beside the bed, Qui-Gon’s hand occasionally coming down
to gently stroke Obi-Wan’s long, flickering ears or his scalp in a
soothing motion.

“I
imagine it might have been amusing in retrospect to
you
but considering Obi-Wan is my
padawan Micah I’m just grateful that he is going to recover quite
fine despite rushing because he overslept.” Qui-Gon chortled while
rubbing his fingers around the horn connection at Obi-Wan’s
forehead.

They
were getting close to falling out anyhow as Obi-Wan was steadily
closing in on his time for bigger antlers instead of his small stub
horns.

Barking
out a short laugh that had Obi-Wan’s ears
swirling in the dark haired man’s direction, Micah nodded. “I can
understand that, its honestly just amusing now since he’s turned
out fine in the end and the healers have looked him over,” He
leaned on the end of Qui-Gon’s bed, smirking. “I half expected
his legs to go spread eagle like that time we were on Hoth but
thinking about it now
I’m grateful he didn’t as I seem to remember him throwing up
because he hit his abdomen?” He glanced between them.

Grimacing
heavily, Obi-Wan nodded before pressing his head into Qui-Gon’s
large warm hand. “I did, I hit my stomach hard enough to
regurgitate everything I had eaten on the trip to Hoth.” He
wrinkled his nose then shivered.

That
had not been a good day for him, not only had he vomited but he had
also sunken to his belly in the snow and
frozen his damn nards!

Grimacing
in sympathy, Micah shrugged. “At least you got excused
from the lessons, so you don’t get a demerit today.” Micah
hummed.

Shrugging
a bit, Obi-Wan grumbled and hid in Qui-Gon’s
hand, nestling his head under the hand with his face pressed into the
mattress of the masters bed.

He’d
honestly rather have been in class.

Sweet Memories- how is Obi-Wan handling Qui-Gon’s amnesia? Is he trying to tease his memories back? I’ve heard doing familiar things helps amnesia patients

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Stroking the hair
out of the others face, Obi-Wan tilted his head as he observed his
still slightly bruised lover with a loving if sad smile. His poor
Qui-Gon, it was a miracle that he had survived at all. The terrorist
cell had actually shattered part of Qui-Gon’s cranium, pieces of
bones lodged into the brain from what the healers had been willing to
tell him and it was only through the fortune of a healer on mission
with Qui-Gon that the man had survived.

He had gone through
several minor surgeries for the brain bleeds and to remove said
pieces though Obi-Wan doubted Qui-Gon would ever remember that since
he had spent a month in a healing coma before he had been carefully
wakened by the healers.

With amnesia.

Stroking the mix of
gray and brown, Obi-Wan sighed quietly and shifted to tuck the
blanket more tightly around his lovers shoulders and body.

He was so close yet
so far at the same time.

He had already been
laying alone in his bed for two months, the first when Qui-Gon left
on mission and the second when the other was healing…

Now Qui-Gon was
back but…

He had no memories
of Obi-Wan, of any part of their life and barely had any memories of
Obi-Wan at all though at least the Jedi master understood that
Obi-Wan wasn’t that young padawan that his memories faintly still
hung onto.

Yoda and Mace had
been the ones to explain that Yan had left the order, that Micah and
Tahl were dead and that Obi-Wan had his own padawan though Anakin was
currently away from the temple on a two month survival camping with
other junior padawans.

‘And to think
we’ve only been in a relationship for a year and a half and I’m
this dependent?’ Obi-Wan thought bitterly as he moved to sit in
Qui-Gon’s favorite armchair instead, huddling up into it with one
of the books that Qui-Gon owned.

He wished he was
sharing the chair with Qui-Gon…

Watching the ques
of skycars outside the window, Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around his
legs with quiet resignation. What would he do if Qui-Gon never
remembered, if this was the new norm to their life?

The healers had
been amazed Qui-Gon had even recovered.

‘Quietly and
gracefully bow out of a life together I guess.’ Obi-Wan thought
bitterly to himself, heart throbbing. ‘Try to rebuild a friendship
with him…’

It wasn’t fair.

()()()

Peeking out of the
fresher as the steam from his shower was still dissipating, Qui-Gon
watched the redhead currently meditating on one of the two mats under
the window sill full of plants with a serene expression on his face.

Obi-Wan was a very
handsome man Qui-Gon had to admit, copper hair styled carefully back
that would ruffle with exercise and piercing green eyes to match.

He had an urge to
join the other but wasn’t sure it would be welcome.

‘I know him. I
know him well but I’m not sure how…’ Qui-Gon ran his
fingers through his hair in frustration. He knew that Jedi didn’t
have relationship of romantic sorts but he had a feeling…

Well Qui-Gon had
never been like his fellow Jedi, had recognized the difference
between obsessive love and giving love, the kind of love that endures
even when you carefully let go that so few Jedi could carefully
balance so they denied themselves that emotion of romantic love.

But was Obi-Wan
like that?

Were they close
friends only or was Obi-Wan a lover like Tahl had once been when she
lived?

Qui-Gon wasn’t
sure, he didn’t have memories to back up his suspicions and for all
that he worried, he didn’t want to lose Obi-Wan because whatever
else, it was clear that they were close at least.

It was the nature
of their relationship Qui-Gon was unsure of.

Maybe some memory
would surface that he could understand?

So far all memories
of Obi-Wan that floated to the surface had been…

Well, they weren’t
clear if they were romantic or just friendly.

It left Qui-Gon
chewing on a bitter, uncertain sensation.

And if they were
lovers?

How must he be
hurting the other right now. Force, Qui-Gon didn’t know what to do.

Sweet Memories- how is Obi-Wan handling Qui-Gon’s amnesia? Is he trying to tease his memories back? I’ve heard doing familiar things helps amnesia patients

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Stroking the hair
out of the others face, Obi-Wan tilted his head as he observed his
still slightly bruised lover with a loving if sad smile. His poor
Qui-Gon, it was a miracle that he had survived at all. The terrorist
cell had actually shattered part of Qui-Gon’s cranium, pieces of
bones lodged into the brain from what the healers had been willing to
tell him and it was only through the fortune of a healer on mission
with Qui-Gon that the man had survived.

He had gone through
several minor surgeries for the brain bleeds and to remove said
pieces though Obi-Wan doubted Qui-Gon would ever remember that since
he had spent a month in a healing coma before he had been carefully
wakened by the healers.

With amnesia.

Stroking the mix of
gray and brown, Obi-Wan sighed quietly and shifted to tuck the
blanket more tightly around his lovers shoulders and body.

He was so close yet
so far at the same time.

He had already been
laying alone in his bed for two months, the first when Qui-Gon left
on mission and the second when the other was healing…

Now Qui-Gon was
back but…

He had no memories
of Obi-Wan, of any part of their life and barely had any memories of
Obi-Wan at all though at least the Jedi master understood that
Obi-Wan wasn’t that young padawan that his memories faintly still
hung onto.

Yoda and Mace had
been the ones to explain that Yan had left the order, that Micah and
Tahl were dead and that Obi-Wan had his own padawan though Anakin was
currently away from the temple on a two month survival camping with
other junior padawans.

‘And to think
we’ve only been in a relationship for a year and a half and I’m
this dependent?’ Obi-Wan thought bitterly as he moved to sit in
Qui-Gon’s favorite armchair instead, huddling up into it with one
of the books that Qui-Gon owned.

He wished he was
sharing the chair with Qui-Gon…

Watching the ques
of skycars outside the window, Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around his
legs with quiet resignation. What would he do if Qui-Gon never
remembered, if this was the new norm to their life?

The healers had
been amazed Qui-Gon had even recovered.

‘Quietly and
gracefully bow out of a life together I guess.’ Obi-Wan thought
bitterly to himself, heart throbbing. ‘Try to rebuild a friendship
with him…’

It wasn’t fair.

()()()

Peeking out of the
fresher as the steam from his shower was still dissipating, Qui-Gon
watched the redhead currently meditating on one of the two mats under
the window sill full of plants with a serene expression on his face.

Obi-Wan was a very
handsome man Qui-Gon had to admit, copper hair styled carefully back
that would ruffle with exercise and piercing green eyes to match.

He had an urge to
join the other but wasn’t sure it would be welcome.

‘I know him. I
know him well but I’m not sure how…’ Qui-Gon ran his
fingers through his hair in frustration. He knew that Jedi didn’t
have relationship of romantic sorts but he had a feeling…

Well Qui-Gon had
never been like his fellow Jedi, had recognized the difference
between obsessive love and giving love, the kind of love that endures
even when you carefully let go that so few Jedi could carefully
balance so they denied themselves that emotion of romantic love.

But was Obi-Wan
like that?

Were they close
friends only or was Obi-Wan a lover like Tahl had once been when she
lived?

Qui-Gon wasn’t
sure, he didn’t have memories to back up his suspicions and for all
that he worried, he didn’t want to lose Obi-Wan because whatever
else, it was clear that they were close at least.

It was the nature
of their relationship Qui-Gon was unsure of.

Maybe some memory
would surface that he could understand?

So far all memories
of Obi-Wan that floated to the surface had been…

Well, they weren’t
clear if they were romantic or just friendly.

It left Qui-Gon
chewing on a bitter, uncertain sensation.

And if they were
lovers?

How must he be
hurting the other right now. Force, Qui-Gon didn’t know what to do.

in ‘freeforme’… while setting up the meeting does Vader tell Padme/Obi Wan how he just ‘happened’ to be at the right time and place to grab Obi Wan? Luck? Force? Rebel traitor? (slipped in because the same traitor could betray Vader’s KIDS!) I am veeerrry curious as to how this might have happened? Give? Please?

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Settling into the small shuttle with Waxer strapped to his chest,
Obi-Wan watched Vader order the troopers around with a tight
expression on his face.

For once the helmet was left behind and he was actually wearing an
outfit very similar to his old Jedi outfit.

‘An attempt to look nonthreatening for the twins most likely…’
Obi-Wan would guess. Dark brown leggings and boots with a black tunic
over what looked like a red undershirt and a red brownish belt that
held the mans saber.

It was honestly a rather handsome outfit and left Obi-Wan feeling
rather bare and under-dressed in his own outfit of brown leggings and
slippers combined with a thin blue shirt over that.

Vader seemed to realize that suddenly because he grabbed a man
Obi-Wan had called the Sith call Piett and said something to him,
both glancing in Obi-Wan’s direction before the Admiral nodded and
left.

When he returned he had a coat in hand, a pair of boots and luckily
some warm socks that he handed off to Obi-Wan. “Put those on
please, you’re going to be cold if not.” The Admiral murmured
before glancing over to Vader and lowering his voice quickly. “And
don’t do anything stupid, Lord Vader won’t hurt you and this crew
is loyal to him but the Emperor has his own agenda. Just listen to
the Lord and nothing bad will happen.” He stepped back before
Obi-Wan could respond.

Blinking after the man Obi-Wan carefully slipped his feet out of the
slippers and into the socks then the boots with a relieved noise. He
hadn’t looked forward to walking around on foliage or potentially
wet ground or gravel on slippers and the boots would keep him dry and
protect his feet.

As he slipped on his coat, Waxer snuffled into his chest and seemed
to wake as he whimpered at him.

“Its okay baby, give me a few moments.” Obi-Wan crooned and
shifted his new coat around the baby to give him shade.

There wasn’t really much he could do at the moment and he counted
himself lucky that Waxer didn’t seem hungry or wet. Changing the
baby now was not an option.

There was a thump and Obi-Wan looked up to see Vader enter and find
his own seat, the Sith watching him with a focus that some might have
found intimidating.

Obi-Wan just found it familiar as he peered back at him.

“…I’m curious, how did you find me? I was hiding very well on
Tatooine, a place you would never think to search or so I thought.”
He murmured quietly.

The Sith crossed his arms over his chest as a single trooper joined
them, heading to the front to take the cockpit. “… You went for
medical attention. You were recognized even if you didn’t use your
original name and the informant that noticed you stuck around to hear
when you were suppose to come back for a secondary checkup
appointment.” He offered with his lips pressed together.

“Medical atte-oh… Waxer was sick.” Obi-Wan sighed with
understanding.

If it had just been himself then he would never had gone but Waxer
had contracted a form for pox, the fever had gotten scarily high and
had sent Obi-Wan running to the medic for help.

“…The informant didn’t say that. Only that it was you.” Vader
stared at him for a long moment then flickered his eyes down at the
top of Waxer’s head. “…Was he alright?”

“A…high fever from a local pox on Tatooine. It made me worried
but the medicine took care of it all happily.” Obi-Wan shifted his
attention to the doors as they were sliding shut and got one, last
glimpse of Cody.

And then it was just him, the pilot, Waxer and Vader on a small
shuttle on his way to meet with Padme.

in ‘freeforme’… while setting up the meeting does Vader tell Padme/Obi Wan how he just ‘happened’ to be at the right time and place to grab Obi Wan? Luck? Force? Rebel traitor? (slipped in because the same traitor could betray Vader’s KIDS!) I am veeerrry curious as to how this might have happened? Give? Please?

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Settling into the small shuttle with Waxer strapped to his chest,
Obi-Wan watched Vader order the troopers around with a tight
expression on his face.

For once the helmet was left behind and he was actually wearing an
outfit very similar to his old Jedi outfit.

‘An attempt to look nonthreatening for the twins most likely…’
Obi-Wan would guess. Dark brown leggings and boots with a black tunic
over what looked like a red undershirt and a red brownish belt that
held the mans saber.

It was honestly a rather handsome outfit and left Obi-Wan feeling
rather bare and under-dressed in his own outfit of brown leggings and
slippers combined with a thin blue shirt over that.

Vader seemed to realize that suddenly because he grabbed a man
Obi-Wan had called the Sith call Piett and said something to him,
both glancing in Obi-Wan’s direction before the Admiral nodded and
left.

When he returned he had a coat in hand, a pair of boots and luckily
some warm socks that he handed off to Obi-Wan. “Put those on
please, you’re going to be cold if not.” The Admiral murmured
before glancing over to Vader and lowering his voice quickly. “And
don’t do anything stupid, Lord Vader won’t hurt you and this crew
is loyal to him but the Emperor has his own agenda. Just listen to
the Lord and nothing bad will happen.” He stepped back before
Obi-Wan could respond.

Blinking after the man Obi-Wan carefully slipped his feet out of the
slippers and into the socks then the boots with a relieved noise. He
hadn’t looked forward to walking around on foliage or potentially
wet ground or gravel on slippers and the boots would keep him dry and
protect his feet.

As he slipped on his coat, Waxer snuffled into his chest and seemed
to wake as he whimpered at him.

“Its okay baby, give me a few moments.” Obi-Wan crooned and
shifted his new coat around the baby to give him shade.

There wasn’t really much he could do at the moment and he counted
himself lucky that Waxer didn’t seem hungry or wet. Changing the
baby now was not an option.

There was a thump and Obi-Wan looked up to see Vader enter and find
his own seat, the Sith watching him with a focus that some might have
found intimidating.

Obi-Wan just found it familiar as he peered back at him.

“…I’m curious, how did you find me? I was hiding very well on
Tatooine, a place you would never think to search or so I thought.”
He murmured quietly.

The Sith crossed his arms over his chest as a single trooper joined
them, heading to the front to take the cockpit. “… You went for
medical attention. You were recognized even if you didn’t use your
original name and the informant that noticed you stuck around to hear
when you were suppose to come back for a secondary checkup
appointment.” He offered with his lips pressed together.

“Medical atte-oh… Waxer was sick.” Obi-Wan sighed with
understanding.

If it had just been himself then he would never had gone but Waxer
had contracted a form for pox, the fever had gotten scarily high and
had sent Obi-Wan running to the medic for help.

“…The informant didn’t say that. Only that it was you.” Vader
stared at him for a long moment then flickered his eyes down at the
top of Waxer’s head. “…Was he alright?”

“A…high fever from a local pox on Tatooine. It made me worried
but the medicine took care of it all happily.” Obi-Wan shifted his
attention to the doors as they were sliding shut and got one, last
glimpse of Cody.

And then it was just him, the pilot, Waxer and Vader on a small
shuttle on his way to meet with Padme.

Writing prompt: Xanatos is utterly obsessed with Obi-Wan.

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Watching the boy struggle against the chains keeping his wrist to the
floor, Xanatos smirked a bit. “I’m surprised your master hasn’t
come to collect you yet.” He drawled, walking over to the boy and
then circling around the redhead. “If it was me, I’d be there the
moment you called for me.” He completed the circle and crouched
down in front of him.

The boy scowled at him, Obi-Wan’s pretty eyes flashing with
indignation.

It was enough to make Xanatos chuckle as he reached out and stroked a
soft cheek with the back of his fingers, feeling the proximity of
warmth. “I mean look at you, such a pretty little thing.” He
grinned.

Alarm entered those eyes now and the padawan jerked back only to yelp
as the raven caught the braid to prevent him from going too far.

“Oh? Hair sore?” Xanatos hummed.

Kenobi was staring at him with wide, alarmed eyes now, his body
tense.

Xanatos smirked a bit. “Oh don’t look so scared. I’m not going
to do anything to you.” He chuckled quietly. “Much too young for
me…for now.” He smirked, reaching out with his other hand and
stroking Obi-Wan’s cheek with his free fingers. “But you’ll be
so pretty in a few yea-ah!”

The padawan’s teeth clamped down on the fingers, Du Crion finally
letting go of him to save his fingers and the raven hissed in pain as
he studied the indentations of Obi-Wan’s teeth on his hand.

For a moment Obi-Wan expected pain, expected yelling.

But then a loud laugh echoed in the room, Xanatos shaking his hand as
he laughed, the sound coming of somewhat unhinged to the redhead.

“Oh you will be a spitfire. I am looking forward to the day you
become an adult Obi-Wan, I’ll enjoy that day.” Xanatos leered and
Obi-Wan’s face paled at the implication, nausea setting in as he
frantically tugged at the bonds keeping him down.

The Telos was reaching for him again, the smirk on his face growing
at Obi-Wan’s panic when the door suddenly opened.

“Master Du Crion, there’s a problem at the main gates!” It was
a guard and Xanatos growled and gave Obi-Wan brief look before
turning to the guard.

“What?”

“We don’t know, several alarms went off and the security at the
main gates both east and west stopped responding.” The guard didn’t
look towards Obi-Wan at all, kept his focus on his employer even as
Obi-Wan tried to get the woman’s attention, hoping for…

For something.

“…Jinn.” The raven growled and shot Obi-Wan a look. “Seems he
came after all. Keep this room under watch, do I make myself
understood Marris?” He stormed out, the woman giving an affirming
answer before the door shut down and left Obi-Wan alone and shaking
in the room.

Shifting, Obi-Wan went back to trying to get loose, the Force a fuzzy
thing out of his reach thanks to Xanatos and the damn hypospray the
man had stabbed him with earlier.

Fear did not improve his control in any manner and when he heard the
buzz of a lightsaber he almost cried in relief as the door opened up
moments after a sharp thump was heard.

Framed in the doorway was Qui-Gon just as Xanatos had suspected he
had come for Obi-Wan. “Master!” He cried out.

“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon breathed out in relief and hurried to the boy,
burning through the shackles keeping him down with his lightsaber.
“Are you alright padawan?” He questioned as Obi-Wan caught a
glimpse of the guard from earlier, Marris laying unconscious in the
hallway with a thin stream of blood no the wall behind her.

“I’m uninjured but I’m not alright master.” Obi-Wan rasped
out, pushing up on shaking and sleeping legs. He grasped onto the
mans arm when Qui-Gon offered it. “Master I don’t think Du Crion
is mentally sound anymore.” He said with wide eyes.

The master stared at him. “What do you mean?”

“He didn’t hurt me master but… I think… I think he wants to
keep me master.” Obi-Wan whispered, tone fearful.

Qui-Gon went utterly still. “…We’re going to talk about this
once you’re safe Obi-Wan but we don’t have time right now…but I
believe you.” He said firmly, pulling the staggering padawan with
him as quickly as he could. “Now we have to go.”

“Yes master.” Obi-Wan clung to the older man, grateful as he took
note of his own saber bouncing on Qui-Gon’s belt.

At least he hadn’t lost it.

Writing prompt: Xanatos is utterly obsessed with Obi-Wan.

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Watching the boy struggle against the chains keeping his wrist to the
floor, Xanatos smirked a bit. “I’m surprised your master hasn’t
come to collect you yet.” He drawled, walking over to the boy and
then circling around the redhead. “If it was me, I’d be there the
moment you called for me.” He completed the circle and crouched
down in front of him.

The boy scowled at him, Obi-Wan’s pretty eyes flashing with
indignation.

It was enough to make Xanatos chuckle as he reached out and stroked a
soft cheek with the back of his fingers, feeling the proximity of
warmth. “I mean look at you, such a pretty little thing.” He
grinned.

Alarm entered those eyes now and the padawan jerked back only to yelp
as the raven caught the braid to prevent him from going too far.

“Oh? Hair sore?” Xanatos hummed.

Kenobi was staring at him with wide, alarmed eyes now, his body
tense.

Xanatos smirked a bit. “Oh don’t look so scared. I’m not going
to do anything to you.” He chuckled quietly. “Much too young for
me…for now.” He smirked, reaching out with his other hand and
stroking Obi-Wan’s cheek with his free fingers. “But you’ll be
so pretty in a few yea-ah!”

The padawan’s teeth clamped down on the fingers, Du Crion finally
letting go of him to save his fingers and the raven hissed in pain as
he studied the indentations of Obi-Wan’s teeth on his hand.

For a moment Obi-Wan expected pain, expected yelling.

But then a loud laugh echoed in the room, Xanatos shaking his hand as
he laughed, the sound coming of somewhat unhinged to the redhead.

“Oh you will be a spitfire. I am looking forward to the day you
become an adult Obi-Wan, I’ll enjoy that day.” Xanatos leered and
Obi-Wan’s face paled at the implication, nausea setting in as he
frantically tugged at the bonds keeping him down.

The Telos was reaching for him again, the smirk on his face growing
at Obi-Wan’s panic when the door suddenly opened.

“Master Du Crion, there’s a problem at the main gates!” It was
a guard and Xanatos growled and gave Obi-Wan brief look before
turning to the guard.

“What?”

“We don’t know, several alarms went off and the security at the
main gates both east and west stopped responding.” The guard didn’t
look towards Obi-Wan at all, kept his focus on his employer even as
Obi-Wan tried to get the woman’s attention, hoping for…

For something.

“…Jinn.” The raven growled and shot Obi-Wan a look. “Seems he
came after all. Keep this room under watch, do I make myself
understood Marris?” He stormed out, the woman giving an affirming
answer before the door shut down and left Obi-Wan alone and shaking
in the room.

Shifting, Obi-Wan went back to trying to get loose, the Force a fuzzy
thing out of his reach thanks to Xanatos and the damn hypospray the
man had stabbed him with earlier.

Fear did not improve his control in any manner and when he heard the
buzz of a lightsaber he almost cried in relief as the door opened up
moments after a sharp thump was heard.

Framed in the doorway was Qui-Gon just as Xanatos had suspected he
had come for Obi-Wan. “Master!” He cried out.

“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon breathed out in relief and hurried to the boy,
burning through the shackles keeping him down with his lightsaber.
“Are you alright padawan?” He questioned as Obi-Wan caught a
glimpse of the guard from earlier, Marris laying unconscious in the
hallway with a thin stream of blood no the wall behind her.

“I’m uninjured but I’m not alright master.” Obi-Wan rasped
out, pushing up on shaking and sleeping legs. He grasped onto the
mans arm when Qui-Gon offered it. “Master I don’t think Du Crion
is mentally sound anymore.” He said with wide eyes.

The master stared at him. “What do you mean?”

“He didn’t hurt me master but… I think… I think he wants to
keep me master.” Obi-Wan whispered, tone fearful.

Qui-Gon went utterly still. “…We’re going to talk about this
once you’re safe Obi-Wan but we don’t have time right now…but I
believe you.” He said firmly, pulling the staggering padawan with
him as quickly as he could. “Now we have to go.”

“Yes master.” Obi-Wan clung to the older man, grateful as he took
note of his own saber bouncing on Qui-Gon’s belt.

At least he hadn’t lost it.