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Can we get an update om satetydelayed? Maybe the first time Obi-wan actually does something that he has to be reprimanded for? Or the first time they get an out of temple mission?

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Standing in front of his master,
Obi-Wan tried not to tremble.

Kept
reminding himself that Qui-Gon was not Olliander Shkma, that this man
had never harmed him but had instead been helping him from the moment
he had figured out Obi-Wan’s situation and was still doing his best
to aid Obi-Wan.

“…You
do understand that I have to set a punishment for this Obi-Wan,
right?” Qui-Gon said quietly, the man sounding ever so disappointed
which caused Obi-Wan to flinch before nodding quickly, his eyes
focused on the man’s slipper covered feet as he sat on their couch
with Obi-Wan standing quietly, tracing
the details of the cartoonish nexus on the blue slippers.
“Obi-Wan… look at me?” Qui-Gon continued with that quiet tone.

Eyes
slowly trailing up the man’s body until they were on the others
mouth framed by the
graying chestnut colored beard,
Obi-Wan couldn’t quite go further and instead his breath hitched
and he wrapped his arms around himself, wetness building in his eyes.

“Oh
Obi-Wan, padawan come here,” Qui-Gon sighed deeply before pulling
Obi-Wan down on the couch and into his arms via
a hand, hugging him
into his chest as he carefully rubbed Obi-Wan’s upper back.
“Obi-Wan its alright, you’re not going to be harmed but you must
understand that fighting will earn you a punishment.” He said as
calmly as he could.

Obi-Wan’s
skin felt too hot, too tight as he clung to the man’s tunic, his
breath hitching as he tried to fight his sobs. “I-I didn’t mean
to! He and then and there was and I didn’t mean to!” He cried
out, babbling really
before burying his face into the man’s tunic to start crying hard,
body wracking sobs.

“I
know, I know, Padawan Chun hit you in the back scar, he triggered a
flashback and he will not be coming away from this scoot free
either,” Qui-Gon promised, rocking his padawan slowly. “You
reacted to stimuli and we will be adding that to the next session we
have with the mind healer padawan.” He rumbled before letting out a
soft surprised noise when Obi-Wan outright crawled into his lap for
comfort, hiding as
he bundled himself as small as humanly possible until he resembled a
quivering bundle of sobbing sounds that caused a spot of Qui-Gon’s
tunic to darken with the moisture.

Holding
the teen to him, Qui-Gon decided to just let him cry and
seek comfort like a small child would,
rocking and murmuring soothing nonsense until the tears finally eased
out what felt like hours later but must be maybe half an hour,
Obi-Wan certainly having a massive headache as he rested his cheek on
the wet spot.

His
eyes were swollen and rimmed red and his cheeks were flushed with his
bottom lip bright red from being chewed on but at least he was no
longer crying into Qui-Gon’s collarbone as
his breathing calmed down and became easier.

Running
his hand gently through the spikes of hair and down to the chin,
Qui-Gon tilted the others head up. “Better?” He asked, hoping
that the release of emotions had helped.

Sniffling
but nodding, Obi-Wan covered his mouth to give a little cough.
“Better.” He rasped out.

“You
ready to hear what your punishment will be?” Qui-Gon asked gently,
feeling Obi-Wan stiffen on his lap.

The
word punishment would always draw that reaction Qui-Gon expected but
considering what Obi-Wan had gone through, that was not so shocking
and he tried not to take any offense to it, instead cursing out Shkma
once more for trying to destroy this youth in an attempt to make
himself feel more powerful. And this time Obi-Wan nodded hesitantly,
eyes wide but not looking like he might cry any moment once more as
he sat up a bit more on Qui-Gon’s lap to watch him.

“You’re
going to have curfew for a week,” Qui-Gon started. “Unless
there’s a class going on or you are with me you have to come back
to the quarters at 6 pm. We will be meditating together as usual but
there will be an extra meditation daily for mindfulness and you are
to apologize to Bruck Chun for breaking his arm.” He finished up.
He knew that the other boy’s master would be demanding Chun
apologize to Obi-Wan too though he wasn’t sure a forced apology was
worth anything since he wasn’t actually sure the boy felt bad about
hitting Obi-Wan in the scar that the entire temple had somehow become
aware of.

Obi-Wan
stared at him, mute for several long moments before opening his mouth
and closing it. Finally he swallowed heavily and seemed to find
words. “That’s all? Just… come home early for a week a-and say
sorry to Chun?” He whispered in disbelief. “And some extra
meditation to help me be more aware?”

“Well
that and you’re going to have to ask to use the comm to contact
your friends once you come home, but yes. That is what your
punishment will be.” Qui-Gon watched him calmly before smiling when
Obi-Wan instantly hid in his chest, shaking a bit as his relief
swamped the Force like a physical thing. ‘Poor padawan, my poor
little one… he’s totally skewed your sense of what a correct
punishment is… what care is suppose to feel like…’ He carefully
tucked his arms around the redhead once more in reassurance, feeling
the tremors of the body and the fresh tears of relief joining the
ones of panic earlier.

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Handing the other the cup,
Qui-Gon quirked his lips into a soft smile. “I’m glad to learn
you still drink your tea the same way.” He noted as he joined
Obi-Wan on the old couch, taking note that it was their
old couch, the one that had stood in their old quarters when Obi-Wan
had still been his padawan.

Humming
faintly as he breathed in the aromatic steam, Obi-Wan smiled at him
over the cup. “Strong tea has always been my favorite. There’s
only one tea I have lemon in and I never used milk in any tea.” He
chortled quietly as he relaxed into the couch with Qui-Gon observing
the pale man with dark circles around his eyes.

The
trip to the healers had been illuminating honestly as the healers had
quickly started in on them both.

Both
had undergone a basic diagnostic with blood drawn, weight measured
and blood pressure taken and Qui-Gon had confirmed his earlier
suspicion that Obi-Wan was not a good weight. ‘Maybe I can amend
that…’ He thought to himself as he took a small sip and glanced
around the room, letting out a soft chuckle as he took in the amount
of tech trinkets scattered around in half repaired states. “I see
Anakin still lives with you.” He questioned softly.

Snorting,
Obi-Wan nodded. “We never asked for separate quarters, Anakin has
always been clingy and with the war going on I felt it was best to
stay together to assure him somehow… though he has his padawan now
who lives in the padawan dorms.” He hummed.

Qui-Gon’s
eyes lit up at the information. “I have a great grandpadawan?” He
asked with excitement, leaning in towards the other man as he turned
on the couch to sit facing Obi-Wan, one leg tucked beneath his thigh
and his elbow coming up to rest on the couch back.

Snorting
in amusement, Obi-Wan’s eyes twinkled as he focused on the other.
“Of course you would focus on that,” He said in a teasing tone,
the sun from the single window in the living room catching the blond
in his copper hair. “But yes, you have a great grandpadawan, Ahsoka
Tano. She’s fifteen and is sometimes too reckless and overconfident
but she’s going to make a great Jedi one day.” Obi-Wan said
proudly, clearly unable not to puff his chest out a bit.

Smiling
into his cup at that, Qui-Gon assumed that Obi-Wan was quite involved
with Ahsoka’s training.

And
other than that he was very proud of Anakin doing so well with his
own padawan.

Good.

With
how Qui-Gon behaved in the start of his apprenticeship with Obi-Wan
and what happened towards the end of it… someone in their damn
lineage should do good with their padawans.

A
hand waved in front of his face and Qui-Gon looked up quickly in
surprise to find Obi-Wan watching him worriedly. “I’m sorry,
what? I was lost in my own thoughts.” He
smiled apologetic.

“I’d
ask what but your expressions makes me consider otherwise,” Obi-Wan
said in a wry tone before humming and settling more back into the
couch pillow. “I asked if you were alright though, I was there for
the healers official verdict but this is more…” He trailed off.

“How
I feel?” Qui-Gon noted quietly, smiling softly when Obi-Wan nodded.
“Being honest? Very confused, about many things.” He sighed
tiredly.

Silence
prevailed and then Obi-Wan nodded. “I can’t imagine how
frustrating and confusing things are for you right now with the state
of the galaxy as it is now.” He said quietly as he clenched his
hands on his delicate cup painted in shades of green and yellow.

“And
you, coughing up flowers…” Qui-Gon said quietly. “That too is…
concerning to me.” He whispered, his tone on the verge of fear.

The
other master stiffened at that but said nothing, instead opting to
take a sip of tea.

“Will
you tell me who?” Qui-Gon asked, his tone bordering desperate now.
“Perhaps I can speak to them, make them realize… at least make
them give you a chance?” Qui-Gon reached out, resting his hand not
holding his cup on Obi-Wan’s knee.

He
felt tense muscles under his touch but did not withdraw the touch,
staring at Obi-Wan.

Therefor
he saw the sad smile as Obi-Wan stared at his hand before the redhead
looked at him. “They know me and I know them master, if they don’t
love me already when they know me… I don’t think they’ll love
me just for pity.” Obi-Wan whispered.

Qui-Gon’s
heart bleed as he placed his cup on the glass caff table and pulled
Obi-Wan’s from his hands to place it beside its twin so Qui-Gon
could pull Obi-Wan into his arms, smelling lemons of the others
clothes and cherries of the mans hair and skin. ‘Detergent and
soap.’ His mind supplied, the details somehow more important than
anything as Qui-Gon committed to memory the feel of Obi-Wan in his
arms as the younger man melted into Qui-Gon’s chest, accepting the
hug.

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Handing the other the cup,
Qui-Gon quirked his lips into a soft smile. “I’m glad to learn
you still drink your tea the same way.” He noted as he joined
Obi-Wan on the old couch, taking note that it was their
old couch, the one that had stood in their old quarters when Obi-Wan
had still been his padawan.

Humming
faintly as he breathed in the aromatic steam, Obi-Wan smiled at him
over the cup. “Strong tea has always been my favorite. There’s
only one tea I have lemon in and I never used milk in any tea.” He
chortled quietly as he relaxed into the couch with Qui-Gon observing
the pale man with dark circles around his eyes.

The
trip to the healers had been illuminating honestly as the healers had
quickly started in on them both.

Both
had undergone a basic diagnostic with blood drawn, weight measured
and blood pressure taken and Qui-Gon had confirmed his earlier
suspicion that Obi-Wan was not a good weight. ‘Maybe I can amend
that…’ He thought to himself as he took a small sip and glanced
around the room, letting out a soft chuckle as he took in the amount
of tech trinkets scattered around in half repaired states. “I see
Anakin still lives with you.” He questioned softly.

Snorting,
Obi-Wan nodded. “We never asked for separate quarters, Anakin has
always been clingy and with the war going on I felt it was best to
stay together to assure him somehow… though he has his padawan now
who lives in the padawan dorms.” He hummed.

Qui-Gon’s
eyes lit up at the information. “I have a great grandpadawan?” He
asked with excitement, leaning in towards the other man as he turned
on the couch to sit facing Obi-Wan, one leg tucked beneath his thigh
and his elbow coming up to rest on the couch back.

Snorting
in amusement, Obi-Wan’s eyes twinkled as he focused on the other.
“Of course you would focus on that,” He said in a teasing tone,
the sun from the single window in the living room catching the blond
in his copper hair. “But yes, you have a great grandpadawan, Ahsoka
Tano. She’s fifteen and is sometimes too reckless and overconfident
but she’s going to make a great Jedi one day.” Obi-Wan said
proudly, clearly unable not to puff his chest out a bit.

Smiling
into his cup at that, Qui-Gon assumed that Obi-Wan was quite involved
with Ahsoka’s training.

And
other than that he was very proud of Anakin doing so well with his
own padawan.

Good.

With
how Qui-Gon behaved in the start of his apprenticeship with Obi-Wan
and what happened towards the end of it… someone in their damn
lineage should do good with their padawans.

A
hand waved in front of his face and Qui-Gon looked up quickly in
surprise to find Obi-Wan watching him worriedly. “I’m sorry,
what? I was lost in my own thoughts.” He
smiled apologetic.

“I’d
ask what but your expressions makes me consider otherwise,” Obi-Wan
said in a wry tone before humming and settling more back into the
couch pillow. “I asked if you were alright though, I was there for
the healers official verdict but this is more…” He trailed off.

“How
I feel?” Qui-Gon noted quietly, smiling softly when Obi-Wan nodded.
“Being honest? Very confused, about many things.” He sighed
tiredly.

Silence
prevailed and then Obi-Wan nodded. “I can’t imagine how
frustrating and confusing things are for you right now with the state
of the galaxy as it is now.” He said quietly as he clenched his
hands on his delicate cup painted in shades of green and yellow.

“And
you, coughing up flowers…” Qui-Gon said quietly. “That too is…
concerning to me.” He whispered, his tone on the verge of fear.

The
other master stiffened at that but said nothing, instead opting to
take a sip of tea.

“Will
you tell me who?” Qui-Gon asked, his tone bordering desperate now.
“Perhaps I can speak to them, make them realize… at least make
them give you a chance?” Qui-Gon reached out, resting his hand not
holding his cup on Obi-Wan’s knee.

He
felt tense muscles under his touch but did not withdraw the touch,
staring at Obi-Wan.

Therefor
he saw the sad smile as Obi-Wan stared at his hand before the redhead
looked at him. “They know me and I know them master, if they don’t
love me already when they know me… I don’t think they’ll love
me just for pity.” Obi-Wan whispered.

Qui-Gon’s
heart bleed as he placed his cup on the glass caff table and pulled
Obi-Wan’s from his hands to place it beside its twin so Qui-Gon
could pull Obi-Wan into his arms, smelling lemons of the others
clothes and cherries of the mans hair and skin. ‘Detergent and
soap.’ His mind supplied, the details somehow more important than
anything as Qui-Gon committed to memory the feel of Obi-Wan in his
arms as the younger man melted into Qui-Gon’s chest, accepting the
hug.

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Peeling
the derma skin down carefully, Qui-Gon hissed quietly as he got a
good look at the cogs and metals that made up Obi-Wan’s arm for the
first time in years. It didn’t look all that good at the moment
honestly.

One
of the tubes had clearly sprung a leak and was dripping blood inside
of it, dripping and coagulating to create quite the mess inside of
it. No wonder there had been the smell of iron just hanging around
Obi-Wan for days along with a slight tang of rotten meat that just
wouldn’t disappear even with the other taking both a sonic and a
water shower, his new padawan looking on the verge of desperation
until Qui-Gon had finally sat him down on the couch.

He
glanced up, taking in Obi-Wan’s horrified and disgusted expression
before quickly grasping the boy by the chin to tilt his head up.
“Hey, its going to be alright. I’ll help you out here but you
need to sit still so I don’t ruin anything delicate in there.” He
rumbled deeply.

Watching
as Obi-Wan slowly relaxed and gave a small nod, Qui-Gon smiled
slightly before peeling the entire sleeve of the derma down until it
was laying around the hand to expose the underarm and then reached
for the tube of sealing gel used for fuel tubes in all originality,
settling the white
tube on his lap.

He
had suspected something of this sort honestly so had prepared an
array of items for both repair and sealing as he knew Obi-Wan
wouldn’t want too many to see the inside of his arm.

Even
with their bond as fresh as it was he could feel Obi-Wan’s
uncertainty towards his arm and the gnawing anxieties inside of the
teen.

Which
brought them to this day, sitting in their thin shift after sonic
showers, hairs fluffy and loose with the evening sun shining in on
them and a whole lot of tools laying out on the caff table along with
cotton and q-tips.

Qui-Gon
hadn’t been sure about using water inside of Obi-Wan’s arm so had
mixed up a blend of
citrus and vinegar which he knew would not cause any rusting though
he was rather certain Obi-Wan’s arm was made of a mental that
wouldn’t rust and yet…

This
was blood.

So
the blend would disinfect it too.

But
first, find the leak.

Carefully
he started eyeing the tubes, trying to spot where the blood was
gathering the most.

It
was below the overarm at least, somewhere below the elbow to… aha.

Picking
up one of the napkins, Qui-Gon carefully wiped along the wire,
finding the leak halfway down from the elbow where he put his finger
to pinch it shut slightly without restricting the flood of blood
completely.

He
could actually feel the warmth of blood and it was a bit creepy but
at least Obi-Wan didn’t seem to be injured by him pinching the tube
somewhat.

No
his padawan seemed almost morbidly fascinated as he stared at
Qui-Gon’s large fingers as the man used the Force to unscrew the
cork of the sealing gel.

A
little dab sealed the leak and after about five minutes of making
sure there was no other area that was leaking, Qui-Gon breathed out
and nodded. “There we go kiddo, lets get this cleaned up hmm?” He
murmured gently.

He
saw from the corner of his eyes that Obi-Wan was nodding but was more
focused on grabbing a a new napkin he moistened in the mixture to
start cleaning with steady strokes. It was going to take time but
they had nothing planned for the day luckily and Qui-Gon settled into
what felt like a half trance while cleaning, working with delicate
care with his big fingers, using q-tips to get into tinier spots or
spots where wires ran and his fingers could not go.

Obi-Wan
remained still under the treatment for
the most part but at one point had to shift his legs as they were
falling asleep on him but with him sitting in lotus position that
wasn’t so odd.

The
sun was setting with pink rays across the sky by the time Qui-Gon was
satisfied it was all clean inside the arm and he rolled up the derma,
patting Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “That should do it, now we need to
eat some,” He rumbled quietly, smiling when when Obi-Wan wiggled
his arm a bit before throwing his arms around Qui-Gon’s neck with a
grateful whine. “Hey… its alright.” He murmured, rubbing the
boys back.

“Still…
thank you.” Obi-Wan huffed out, his voice muffled into Qui-Gon’s
shoulder.

‘Silly
boy…’ Qui-Gon thought fondly, hugging him in return.

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Peeling
the derma skin down carefully, Qui-Gon hissed quietly as he got a
good look at the cogs and metals that made up Obi-Wan’s arm for the
first time in years. It didn’t look all that good at the moment
honestly.

One
of the tubes had clearly sprung a leak and was dripping blood inside
of it, dripping and coagulating to create quite the mess inside of
it. No wonder there had been the smell of iron just hanging around
Obi-Wan for days along with a slight tang of rotten meat that just
wouldn’t disappear even with the other taking both a sonic and a
water shower, his new padawan looking on the verge of desperation
until Qui-Gon had finally sat him down on the couch.

He
glanced up, taking in Obi-Wan’s horrified and disgusted expression
before quickly grasping the boy by the chin to tilt his head up.
“Hey, its going to be alright. I’ll help you out here but you
need to sit still so I don’t ruin anything delicate in there.” He
rumbled deeply.

Watching
as Obi-Wan slowly relaxed and gave a small nod, Qui-Gon smiled
slightly before peeling the entire sleeve of the derma down until it
was laying around the hand to expose the underarm and then reached
for the tube of sealing gel used for fuel tubes in all originality,
settling the white
tube on his lap.

He
had suspected something of this sort honestly so had prepared an
array of items for both repair and sealing as he knew Obi-Wan
wouldn’t want too many to see the inside of his arm.

Even
with their bond as fresh as it was he could feel Obi-Wan’s
uncertainty towards his arm and the gnawing anxieties inside of the
teen.

Which
brought them to this day, sitting in their thin shift after sonic
showers, hairs fluffy and loose with the evening sun shining in on
them and a whole lot of tools laying out on the caff table along with
cotton and q-tips.

Qui-Gon
hadn’t been sure about using water inside of Obi-Wan’s arm so had
mixed up a blend of
citrus and vinegar which he knew would not cause any rusting though
he was rather certain Obi-Wan’s arm was made of a mental that
wouldn’t rust and yet…

This
was blood.

So
the blend would disinfect it too.

But
first, find the leak.

Carefully
he started eyeing the tubes, trying to spot where the blood was
gathering the most.

It
was below the overarm at least, somewhere below the elbow to… aha.

Picking
up one of the napkins, Qui-Gon carefully wiped along the wire,
finding the leak halfway down from the elbow where he put his finger
to pinch it shut slightly without restricting the flood of blood
completely.

He
could actually feel the warmth of blood and it was a bit creepy but
at least Obi-Wan didn’t seem to be injured by him pinching the tube
somewhat.

No
his padawan seemed almost morbidly fascinated as he stared at
Qui-Gon’s large fingers as the man used the Force to unscrew the
cork of the sealing gel.

A
little dab sealed the leak and after about five minutes of making
sure there was no other area that was leaking, Qui-Gon breathed out
and nodded. “There we go kiddo, lets get this cleaned up hmm?” He
murmured gently.

He
saw from the corner of his eyes that Obi-Wan was nodding but was more
focused on grabbing a a new napkin he moistened in the mixture to
start cleaning with steady strokes. It was going to take time but
they had nothing planned for the day luckily and Qui-Gon settled into
what felt like a half trance while cleaning, working with delicate
care with his big fingers, using q-tips to get into tinier spots or
spots where wires ran and his fingers could not go.

Obi-Wan
remained still under the treatment for
the most part but at one point had to shift his legs as they were
falling asleep on him but with him sitting in lotus position that
wasn’t so odd.

The
sun was setting with pink rays across the sky by the time Qui-Gon was
satisfied it was all clean inside the arm and he rolled up the derma,
patting Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “That should do it, now we need to
eat some,” He rumbled quietly, smiling when when Obi-Wan wiggled
his arm a bit before throwing his arms around Qui-Gon’s neck with a
grateful whine. “Hey… its alright.” He murmured, rubbing the
boys back.

“Still…
thank you.” Obi-Wan huffed out, his voice muffled into Qui-Gon’s
shoulder.

‘Silly
boy…’ Qui-Gon thought fondly, hugging him in return.

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Large
protective hands, holding him to a warm chest.

This
feeling, this sensation is familiar and Obi-Wan can’t help but
close his eyes and press closer to Master Qui-Gon because he
remembers this
feeling.

Its
his first real memory, the sensation of warmth and safety and its a
welcome sensation right now after feeling so hopeless when he was
sent off to Agricore since no master would take him on and Bruck
accused him of starting a fight.

Sitting
curled up in the Jedi’s lap on the way back to Coruscant, Obi-Wan
let out a soft noise of realization. “It was you…” He whispered
quietly.

Qui-Gon
shifted a bit on the single bunk of their room and looked down at him
in tired confusion as its clear he was close to sleep himself after
the harrowing mission Bandomeer, Offworld and especially Xanatos had
created for them. “I’m sorry, what?” He clearly
struggled not to yawn as he
pushed a lock of long hair back behind his large ear.

Hesitating
before swallowing his fear, Obi-Wan smiled shyly. “You’re the one
who brought me to the temple. I remember this feeling, I remember you
holding me tight and warm,” He said quietly before resting his
bandaid covered cheek
on Qui-Gon’s chest once more. “I don’t have many memories from
my earliest years but I have vague memories of coming to the temple,
of feeling safe and content.”

Huffing
out a breath of surprise, Qui-Gon cuddled Obi-Wan more to him. “I’m
surprised you remember that much even. You were only six months old
at the time when I brought you to the temple along with my master
when we found you,” The man rumbled quickly before shifting again
and tucking his robe around Obi-Wan’s small frame, his back pressed
to the wall. “But yes, you are right, it was me who brought you to
the temple.” He breathed out a quiet chuckle.

When
Qui-Gon said nothing more, Obi-Wan chewed on his bottom lip and then
tugged lightly on the others tunic. “Then you know where I came
from,” He stated quietly before holding up his left
hand, the derma of it damaged
after the days in the mine as a mining slave when Xanatos had
abducted him. “You know why
I’m like this.” He added softly.

The
older Jedi’s face went blank but
his eyes sparked with hidden emotions, like the surface of an
ocean as it pretended to be calm.

Trembling
faintly, Obi-Wan opened his mouth then closed it to swallow harshly.
“Was Xanatos right or did he lie to me?” He whispered fearfully,
remembering the darkened man yelling at him that he was an assassin
in the making, a tool for someone else, a pawn created to dance to
the will of the a master who held his strings.

Obi-Wan
hadn’t known what to believe, hoped that the man was only lying to
put Obi-Wan off his balance but if Qui-Gon had brought him to the
temple, then master Qui-Gon must know…

Sighing
deeply, Qui-Gon cupped Obi-Wan’s chin with one hand while holding
around the boy with his other one as he tipped the teen’s eyes up
to meet his serious ones. “Xanatos did not lie. You were created in
a lab by a scientist who did sentient experiments which is why your
arm is made of metal.” Qui-Gon confessed to him without
sugarcoating his words.

A
frightened little whimper escaped Obi-Wan at that as his eyes started
to tear up, his heart racing in his chest. “I-”

Cutting
in before Obi-Wan could speak, Qui-Gon’s face softened. “But
you aren’t the pawn of anyone. You are your own personality, your
own strength and your own person. All your skills are yours as are
your weaknesses,” He leaned down and forward, tapping their
foreheads together. “You are a Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi and no one is
pulling your strings, Xanatos only tried to frighten and confuse
you.” He finished up succinctly.

Staring
into those blue eyes, Obi-Wan let out a little hiccuping noise before
throwing his arms around Qui-Gon’s neck and hiding in his shoulder
as he let out a little sob. ‘Thank you… thank you master… thank
you!’

Warm
arms wrapped around him tightly once more, holding
Obi-Wan’s injured body tightly to the Jedi master.

Safety,
warmth and protection with the offer of guidance as they flew home to
Coruscant.

It’s been a while since there’s been an update from uncertainbeginnings. I want to know what will happen when Obi-wan gets older. Like when he and Qui-Gon meet again? Please?

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Large
protective hands, holding him to a warm chest.

This
feeling, this sensation is familiar and Obi-Wan can’t help but
close his eyes and press closer to Master Qui-Gon because he
remembers this
feeling.

Its
his first real memory, the sensation of warmth and safety and its a
welcome sensation right now after feeling so hopeless when he was
sent off to Agricore since no master would take him on and Bruck
accused him of starting a fight.

Sitting
curled up in the Jedi’s lap on the way back to Coruscant, Obi-Wan
let out a soft noise of realization. “It was you…” He whispered
quietly.

Qui-Gon
shifted a bit on the single bunk of their room and looked down at him
in tired confusion as its clear he was close to sleep himself after
the harrowing mission Bandomeer, Offworld and especially Xanatos had
created for them. “I’m sorry, what?” He clearly
struggled not to yawn as he
pushed a lock of long hair back behind his large ear.

Hesitating
before swallowing his fear, Obi-Wan smiled shyly. “You’re the one
who brought me to the temple. I remember this feeling, I remember you
holding me tight and warm,” He said quietly before resting his
bandaid covered cheek
on Qui-Gon’s chest once more. “I don’t have many memories from
my earliest years but I have vague memories of coming to the temple,
of feeling safe and content.”

Huffing
out a breath of surprise, Qui-Gon cuddled Obi-Wan more to him. “I’m
surprised you remember that much even. You were only six months old
at the time when I brought you to the temple along with my master
when we found you,” The man rumbled quickly before shifting again
and tucking his robe around Obi-Wan’s small frame, his back pressed
to the wall. “But yes, you are right, it was me who brought you to
the temple.” He breathed out a quiet chuckle.

When
Qui-Gon said nothing more, Obi-Wan chewed on his bottom lip and then
tugged lightly on the others tunic. “Then you know where I came
from,” He stated quietly before holding up his left
hand, the derma of it damaged
after the days in the mine as a mining slave when Xanatos had
abducted him. “You know why
I’m like this.” He added softly.

The
older Jedi’s face went blank but
his eyes sparked with hidden emotions, like the surface of an
ocean as it pretended to be calm.

Trembling
faintly, Obi-Wan opened his mouth then closed it to swallow harshly.
“Was Xanatos right or did he lie to me?” He whispered fearfully,
remembering the darkened man yelling at him that he was an assassin
in the making, a tool for someone else, a pawn created to dance to
the will of the a master who held his strings.

Obi-Wan
hadn’t known what to believe, hoped that the man was only lying to
put Obi-Wan off his balance but if Qui-Gon had brought him to the
temple, then master Qui-Gon must know…

Sighing
deeply, Qui-Gon cupped Obi-Wan’s chin with one hand while holding
around the boy with his other one as he tipped the teen’s eyes up
to meet his serious ones. “Xanatos did not lie. You were created in
a lab by a scientist who did sentient experiments which is why your
arm is made of metal.” Qui-Gon confessed to him without
sugarcoating his words.

A
frightened little whimper escaped Obi-Wan at that as his eyes started
to tear up, his heart racing in his chest. “I-”

Cutting
in before Obi-Wan could speak, Qui-Gon’s face softened. “But
you aren’t the pawn of anyone. You are your own personality, your
own strength and your own person. All your skills are yours as are
your weaknesses,” He leaned down and forward, tapping their
foreheads together. “You are a Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi and no one is
pulling your strings, Xanatos only tried to frighten and confuse
you.” He finished up succinctly.

Staring
into those blue eyes, Obi-Wan let out a little hiccuping noise before
throwing his arms around Qui-Gon’s neck and hiding in his shoulder
as he let out a little sob. ‘Thank you… thank you master… thank
you!’

Warm
arms wrapped around him tightly once more, holding
Obi-Wan’s injured body tightly to the Jedi master.

Safety,
warmth and protection with the offer of guidance as they flew home to
Coruscant.

I love goldenpetals so much! Can we see Qui-Gon getting home and seeing his padawan as a master and anakin as an adult and then Obi-wan is so sick??

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Coming home is such a strange thing
because while things look the
same, they aren’t.

One
peek into the Force is all Qui-Gon really needs but there is also the
sensation of emptiness in the
temple that just…

Its
not normal.

Things
have changed and its not changed for the better.

Glancing
about the hall, Qui-Gon pursed his lips as he followed to meet the
council.

Yet,
despite being warned by Adi, its still surprising to see Obi-Wan
sitting in the half circle of council members but he always knew that
Obi-Wan was destined for great things and maybe, just maybe Obi-Wan
could change some opinions of the hidebound councilors?

Well,
he can hope.

And
yet even as he reports what he knows about his situation, about
coming back to life, where he woke and what was there, he notices the
other councilors are discreetly keeping an eye on Obi-Wan as best
they can even as they
prod at
his aura to insure that Qui-Gon is indeed Qui-Gon and not an
imposter.

But
then Obi-Wan jerked, just a minuscule but enough for all the Jedi to
turn their attention fully
to him just as Qui-Gon suspected that they had been keeping an eye on
the other man. And then he sees why just
as he’s about to ask his own questions.

For
out of Obi-Wan’s mouth comes a wealth of golden flowers coated in
saliva and blood as Obi-Wan starts coughing harshly, his hands
pressed to his chest.

Now it
makes sense.

Obi-Wan
is in the last stages of hanahaki and the council is keeping him
under observation because Obi-Wan is going to…

‘No…
no the Force can’t be this cruel, to let me see Obi-Wan once more
only to experience his death.’ Qui-Gon stepped forward, hands
already reaching out to rest on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “Obi-Wan.”
He rumbled worriedly as more and more petals and
fully formed petals joined
the floor from Obi-Wan’s lips until
finally the redhead stopped with one last weak cough, one last petal
dripping from his lip along with saliva.

Kneeling
down, Qui-Gon reached into the belt Adi had given him while in
transit to Coruscant and pulled out a handkerchief, gently dabbing at
Obi-Wan’s cheeks and eyes to remove the tears before moving to the
lips to remove the saliva and blood.

Obi-Wan
sat still the entire time and when Qui-Gon focused on his eyes and
not on cleaning him up, Obi-Wan gave him a soft smile. “Hello
Qui-Gon… welcome back.” He rasped out, his throat sore clearly
but happy to see him, clearly
believing that this is the same man who had once been his master or
maybe its just that Obi-Wan has always known Qui-Gon, always been
connected to him through that Force willed bond between them.

Cupping
the others bearded cheek, Qui-Gon attempted to smile in return but
had a feeling it came more as a grimace. “Hello Obi-Wan… my poor
padawan…” He rumbled quietly, stroking the warm cheek beneath his
thumb.

Leaning
into the touch, Obi-Wan closed his eyes allowing Qui-Gon to look to
Yoda and Mace, eyes full of desperation.

Yoda’s
ears twitched before he shook his head sadly as Mace looked away with
a grimace on his lips. “Welcome you back we do too for clearly
Qui-Gon you are…” He smiled a bittersweet smile and Qui-Gon’s
heart sunk as neither could do anything for Obi-Wan.

A
heart is a fragile thing, caged in bone and flesh as it beats with
every emotion of a sentient and its frightened of pain which
leaves confessions hiding in its cage.

‘Maybe
I can get Obi-Wan to speak to whoever
it is he loves… surely they can’t be blind to Obi-Wan,’ He
turned his head back to Obi-Wan, watching
how Coruscant’s sun lit fire in Obi-Wan’s copper hair, catching
the sun bleached hair and the tiny soft smile on the others beard
framed lips. ‘How can anyone be blind to this?’

I love goldenpetals so much! Can we see Qui-Gon getting home and seeing his padawan as a master and anakin as an adult and then Obi-wan is so sick??

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Coming home is such a strange thing
because while things look the
same, they aren’t.

One
peek into the Force is all Qui-Gon really needs but there is also the
sensation of emptiness in the
temple that just…

Its
not normal.

Things
have changed and its not changed for the better.

Glancing
about the hall, Qui-Gon pursed his lips as he followed to meet the
council.

Yet,
despite being warned by Adi, its still surprising to see Obi-Wan
sitting in the half circle of council members but he always knew that
Obi-Wan was destined for great things and maybe, just maybe Obi-Wan
could change some opinions of the hidebound councilors?

Well,
he can hope.

And
yet even as he reports what he knows about his situation, about
coming back to life, where he woke and what was there, he notices the
other councilors are discreetly keeping an eye on Obi-Wan as best
they can even as they
prod at
his aura to insure that Qui-Gon is indeed Qui-Gon and not an
imposter.

But
then Obi-Wan jerked, just a minuscule but enough for all the Jedi to
turn their attention fully
to him just as Qui-Gon suspected that they had been keeping an eye on
the other man. And then he sees why just
as he’s about to ask his own questions.

For
out of Obi-Wan’s mouth comes a wealth of golden flowers coated in
saliva and blood as Obi-Wan starts coughing harshly, his hands
pressed to his chest.

Now it
makes sense.

Obi-Wan
is in the last stages of hanahaki and the council is keeping him
under observation because Obi-Wan is going to…

‘No…
no the Force can’t be this cruel, to let me see Obi-Wan once more
only to experience his death.’ Qui-Gon stepped forward, hands
already reaching out to rest on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “Obi-Wan.”
He rumbled worriedly as more and more petals and
fully formed petals joined
the floor from Obi-Wan’s lips until
finally the redhead stopped with one last weak cough, one last petal
dripping from his lip along with saliva.

Kneeling
down, Qui-Gon reached into the belt Adi had given him while in
transit to Coruscant and pulled out a handkerchief, gently dabbing at
Obi-Wan’s cheeks and eyes to remove the tears before moving to the
lips to remove the saliva and blood.

Obi-Wan
sat still the entire time and when Qui-Gon focused on his eyes and
not on cleaning him up, Obi-Wan gave him a soft smile. “Hello
Qui-Gon… welcome back.” He rasped out, his throat sore clearly
but happy to see him, clearly
believing that this is the same man who had once been his master or
maybe its just that Obi-Wan has always known Qui-Gon, always been
connected to him through that Force willed bond between them.

Cupping
the others bearded cheek, Qui-Gon attempted to smile in return but
had a feeling it came more as a grimace. “Hello Obi-Wan… my poor
padawan…” He rumbled quietly, stroking the warm cheek beneath his
thumb.

Leaning
into the touch, Obi-Wan closed his eyes allowing Qui-Gon to look to
Yoda and Mace, eyes full of desperation.

Yoda’s
ears twitched before he shook his head sadly as Mace looked away with
a grimace on his lips. “Welcome you back we do too for clearly
Qui-Gon you are…” He smiled a bittersweet smile and Qui-Gon’s
heart sunk as neither could do anything for Obi-Wan.

A
heart is a fragile thing, caged in bone and flesh as it beats with
every emotion of a sentient and its frightened of pain which
leaves confessions hiding in its cage.

‘Maybe
I can get Obi-Wan to speak to whoever
it is he loves… surely they can’t be blind to Obi-Wan,’ He
turned his head back to Obi-Wan, watching
how Coruscant’s sun lit fire in Obi-Wan’s copper hair, catching
the sun bleached hair and the tiny soft smile on the others beard
framed lips. ‘How can anyone be blind to this?’

Sithandjedi the maul and mace idea is so cute? Can we please see the first time they kiss? Or are they like a couple where they have sex for a while before they realize they have feelings?

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“Can
you grow hair?”

The
fingers on his scalp stopped rubbing and Mace cracked his eyes open
to give the other a grouchy stare. He refused to say he was pouting
regardless what anyone else though as he stared up at his lover as
he laid out over the zabrak’s leather
couch,
his bare feet resting on one end as his head rested on the lap of his
lover.

Maul
just quirked one of his dark tattooed brows in return, clearly not
about to resume unless answered as
the candle on the coffee table gave his face a flickering glow along
with the holovision’s dimmed light from when they watched the
opera.

Rolling
his eyes, Mace nodded. “Yes, I can though I’ve had no desire to
since I was a padawan at my master’s side.” He closed his eyes as
Mace once more resumed rubbing his scalp, clever callused fingers
working away at the
dark skin.

“Would
you consider growing it once more?” Maul questioned and Mace eyes
snapped open at that, staring at the other.

Maul was sporting a bored but curious look and Mace sighed, sitting
up on the couch to lean against the others chest instead as he
considered the question. On one hand it would take time and he wasn’t
sure he would look good with hair anyone, Force knew it might even
have gone gray. “Would you want me to?” He asked in return,
tilting his head to rest it back on Mace chest.

Lips pressed to his forehead for a second, accompanied with a purr.
“Yes, I would like to see but I’m not about to Force you Jedi.”
He smirked, flashing his fangs at Mace as if he hadn’t done something out of the usual, that affectionate brush of lips they had never before attempted.

Mace tried not to shiver, he remembered how those fangs and sharp
teeth felt on his skin.

Rubbing a hand over his scalp, Mace grunted and nodded. “I’ll
give it a try but if I don’t like it, I’m shaving it once more.”
He warned the other before snuggling back in, wondering how actually kissing the other would feel.

“Fair enough. I’m just curious anyhow.” Maul chuckled softly
while stroking slowly at the humans stomach, slow and testing as if
he was fingering out how to touch that wasn’t sexual in nature.
Both carefully threading this new path of an emotional relationship
compared to the sexual one they had been sharing.

Which was why they had a dinner date in Maul’s quarters with a
movie, no sexual touches allowed.

It had been nice, just speaking about their lives, the war, interests
and eating.

Learning
about each other for
real, not just learning how each others body reacted under stimuli of
a sensual nature.

“You
hear about Kenobi?” Maul suddenly asked and Mace tilted his head
back to look at the other once more, resting his head on the zabraks
chest to listen as
he raised curious eyebrows.
“Guessing you haven’t by
the look you’re giving me.
Apparently he’s up to dating one of the clones, I heard both
Skywalker and Jinn went to shovel talk the poor trooper.” He wrinkled his nose a bit, obviously
finding it a bit funny but more than that he felt for the
poor trooper in question.

Snorting,
Mace patted the others thigh. “Oh to be a fly on the wall when
Kenobi caught up to them both which he was bound to. He’s going to pepper their skin full for daring that.” He
said with warmth that surprised Maul clearly.

The
two stared at each other before they set
of both of them laughing, enjoying each others presence.