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Unbonded misery! Omg omg omg!! That’s so much ANGSYLT MODDY!!! WHY!!!!! Can we have the shot where Anakin has to be all «Master Koon, I wanna make a thing but I need ingredients» and the shopping trip because I need a bit of fluff to counter all the angst!!!

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Surveying Obi-Wan’s
back as the other slept while Qui-Gon had gone to speak with the
healers about Obi-Wan’s current and future condition and recovery,
Anakin pressed clammy hands to his thighs as he wondered how so much
could go so bad in so little time.

Just twelve hours
earlier things had been great.

()()()

Having found Master
Koon in the library, Anakin took a deep breath and approached the kel
dor, calling for his attention and then bowing respectfully to him.
“Master Koon, would you perhaps do me a favor?” He questioned
meekly since he was honestly asking for a huge favor.

But he would dare
for Obi-Wan.

The kel dor peered
at him, his cheeks shifting into what Anakin recognized as a small
smile of the kel dor variety. “Padawan Skywalker, that does depend
on the favor. Please, do ask.” He chuckled.

‘So far, so
good,’ Anakin thought optimistically and honestly, Plo sounded in a
good mood so he thought he had a rather decent chance. “You’re a
council member so you’re fully aware of the… the situation with
my brother padawan, Obi-Wan,” He startled haltingly, watching Plo
sit up more and obviously pay more attention and when the man nodded
encouragingly, Anakin plowed onward. “He’s not in a good mood
lately, to be frank but I wanted to do something special for him,
recreate a dish I often had on Tatooine when I was ill. However…”
He trailed off.

Plo picked it up
with ease. “However you can’t find those ingredients in the
temple for it, can you?” He hummed. “And since you came asking a
council member, your master is busy with Knight Kenobi is he not?”
He posed each sentence like a question but seemed to know the answer
to each of them.

Anakin still
nodded. “Yes Master Koon. And Obi-Wan needs master Qui-Gon right
now, that’s why I came to you. I was hoping that, well maybe if you
escorted me, the temple wouldn’t mind too awfully?” He asked
hopefully.

Humming a bit, Plo
finally nodded and stood, shutting off the terminal as he did. “I
believe that can be arranged yes. The council has been… worried
about young Knight Kenobi and I believe your kindness will be good
for him today.” He smiled down at Anakin.

Beaming brightly up
at the kel dor, Anakin gave a quick bow. “Thank you!” He gasped,
utterly delighted, though he tucked away the information that the
council was worried about Obi-Wan for later inspection.

()()()

It had all seemed
so okay back then as he came back to the temple and hid the groceries
in the fridge to create the dish.

They were still in
the fridge actually.

Maybe he can still
make a comfort dinner for Obi-Wan…

Looking up, Anakin
bit his lips as he noticed the others shaking body and crawled onto
the bed to hug him.

Immediately Obi-Wan
turned and pulled Anakin into his chest, tucking himself around
Anakin as if he was a giant teddy bear or plush eopie but Anakin
didn’t mind, knowing the omega needed comfort. He was quite willing
to play plushy toy for Obi-Wan’s comfort as he petted at the others
side with a small hand and listened to the muffled hitches of breath.

He knew there were
tears, but those he could not do anything about.

But he’d do his
best to offer comfort and sometimes crying was just the thing you
needed.

Sometimes crying
brought relief.

So Anakin quietly
offered comfort and let Obi-Wan cry.

Unbonded misery! Omg omg omg!! That’s so much ANGSYLT MODDY!!! WHY!!!!! Can we have the shot where Anakin has to be all «Master Koon, I wanna make a thing but I need ingredients» and the shopping trip because I need a bit of fluff to counter all the angst!!!

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Surveying Obi-Wan’s
back as the other slept while Qui-Gon had gone to speak with the
healers about Obi-Wan’s current and future condition and recovery,
Anakin pressed clammy hands to his thighs as he wondered how so much
could go so bad in so little time.

Just twelve hours
earlier things had been great.

()()()

Having found Master
Koon in the library, Anakin took a deep breath and approached the kel
dor, calling for his attention and then bowing respectfully to him.
“Master Koon, would you perhaps do me a favor?” He questioned
meekly since he was honestly asking for a huge favor.

But he would dare
for Obi-Wan.

The kel dor peered
at him, his cheeks shifting into what Anakin recognized as a small
smile of the kel dor variety. “Padawan Skywalker, that does depend
on the favor. Please, do ask.” He chuckled.

‘So far, so
good,’ Anakin thought optimistically and honestly, Plo sounded in a
good mood so he thought he had a rather decent chance. “You’re a
council member so you’re fully aware of the… the situation with
my brother padawan, Obi-Wan,” He startled haltingly, watching Plo
sit up more and obviously pay more attention and when the man nodded
encouragingly, Anakin plowed onward. “He’s not in a good mood
lately, to be frank but I wanted to do something special for him,
recreate a dish I often had on Tatooine when I was ill. However…”
He trailed off.

Plo picked it up
with ease. “However you can’t find those ingredients in the
temple for it, can you?” He hummed. “And since you came asking a
council member, your master is busy with Knight Kenobi is he not?”
He posed each sentence like a question but seemed to know the answer
to each of them.

Anakin still
nodded. “Yes Master Koon. And Obi-Wan needs master Qui-Gon right
now, that’s why I came to you. I was hoping that, well maybe if you
escorted me, the temple wouldn’t mind too awfully?” He asked
hopefully.

Humming a bit, Plo
finally nodded and stood, shutting off the terminal as he did. “I
believe that can be arranged yes. The council has been… worried
about young Knight Kenobi and I believe your kindness will be good
for him today.” He smiled down at Anakin.

Beaming brightly up
at the kel dor, Anakin gave a quick bow. “Thank you!” He gasped,
utterly delighted, though he tucked away the information that the
council was worried about Obi-Wan for later inspection.

()()()

It had all seemed
so okay back then as he came back to the temple and hid the groceries
in the fridge to create the dish.

They were still in
the fridge actually.

Maybe he can still
make a comfort dinner for Obi-Wan…

Looking up, Anakin
bit his lips as he noticed the others shaking body and crawled onto
the bed to hug him.

Immediately Obi-Wan
turned and pulled Anakin into his chest, tucking himself around
Anakin as if he was a giant teddy bear or plush eopie but Anakin
didn’t mind, knowing the omega needed comfort. He was quite willing
to play plushy toy for Obi-Wan’s comfort as he petted at the others
side with a small hand and listened to the muffled hitches of breath.

He knew there were
tears, but those he could not do anything about.

But he’d do his
best to offer comfort and sometimes crying was just the thing you
needed.

Sometimes crying
brought relief.

So Anakin quietly
offered comfort and let Obi-Wan cry.

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The
sensation of a large hand clenching down on the back of his neck to
the point of bruising, covering from parts of his skull with its
size, blood dripping from the cut on his face as he sluggishly tried
to escape.

The
gray eyed man with strands of red in his hair approaching, dressed in
beige. Chanting, louder and louder until it echos around the room
they are in and Obi-Wan’s head is pressed down with as his arms are
held as the man reaches out.

The
fingers touch his scalp with
a loud booming noise far behind Obi-Wan and
Obi-Wan wakes with a yell in his bed, falling out of it as everything
in the room, including the bed, falls to the floor in a cacophony of
noise.

Running
a hand over his sweaty face, Obi-Wan looked around the dark room
wildly before yelping as the door snapped open, Qui-Gon standing
there with his saber in hand though not activated before the long
haired man breathed out and approached him, helping Obi-Wan up and
against his chest for support
as the redhead’s knees tremble and might not carry him.
“Another nightmare?” He said.

“Uhu.”
Obi-Wan gasped out, letting the other pull him from the bedroom
towards the couch instead. The last few days, reoccurring nightmares
had started up and in response to it, Obi-Wan had been trashing his
own room almost nightly.

Yan
had wondered if it was related to Obi-Wan’s memories, his face a
deep furrow of concentration as he listened to Obi-Wan explain the
dreams.

Sometimes
they were different but there were reoccurring themes.

The
Jedi with the graying hair that had red in it, the chanting, the
black cave, the loud booming noise, the large hands holding him down
and his own blood dripping to the floor. And he always woke at the
loud boom.

Never
before unless someone woke him.

The
speculation was that the boom may have been the one from the cave
when Qui-Gon thought him dead, the rocks falling and Obi-Wan being
swept away by whatever ritual the Jedi used.

But
with Obi-Wan only able to dream about it, no one could prove
anything.

But at
least now they had a clue.

And
Obi-Wan had hope, hope that he would remember who he had been.

It
would not change who he was now of course but…

The
memories would help him find balance in the temple, with those who
loved him and called him family.

Settled
on the couch, Obi-Wan quietly watched Qui-Gon march to the kitchen
where he made a honey and milk drink with added spices, the man
returning on swift feet to push the hot drink into his hand before
settling down in just his sleeping pants beside Obi-Wan without a
care in the world as he gently urged him to drink.

Doing
as told, Obi-Wan took note of the scars of the others chest and side
that was facing him.

He’d
seen them all before of course, the first night he had a nightmare
but it helped distract him and calm his mind to catalog them once
more. Just as it helped when Qui-Gon reached up and gently tucked
strands of hair behind his ear, Obi-Wan nuzzling into the touch like
a loth-cat which had the Sith smiling softly at him.

The
mug was empty before they spoke.

“Better?”
Qui-Gon questioned, his tone more awake and warm.

“Much…calmer
at least.” Obi-Wan replied, glancing towards his room. “…I
don’t want to clean that up tonight, do you think we could summon
some droids?” He sighed and willingly went when an arm slid around
him to pull him to the others warm side.

Rumbling,
Qui-Gon nodded. “Yes, I do believe we can.” He waved his hand,
summoning the comm to it without bothering to get up or let go of
Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan had the faintest notion of wanting to scold the
man. “…Frivolous use of the Force is not recommended.” He
settled on, feeling Qui-Gon freeze.

“…What
did you say?” He peered down at Obi-Wan with an odd look on his
face.

“Um…
you shouldn’t use the Force for
trivial matters? ” Obi-Wan repeated, blinking at the smile
spreading over the master’s face. “Its
certainly not a toy after all.” He tacked on, trying to sound
sever.

Chuckling
faintly so his chest rumbled, Qui-Gon pressed his warm, dry lips to
Obi-Wan’s forehead. “You used to say that when you were my
apprentice. That the Force was not to be used for frivolous tasks and
that I was very capable of getting off my own ass lest
it get even bigger, you’d
tease me and taunt me and call me old.” He chuckled more,
almost pulling Obi-Wan into his lap as his
glee stroked against
Obi-Wan’s sense in the Force.

Laughing
as he caught on, Obi-Wan nosed into the others shoulder.

The
return of a memory even if it was only a sentence and an inside joke
for them by the affection Qui-Gon spoke of it.

That
was cause for joy indeed.

Ok ok! Alivebutlost!! So Krell was mentioned, and Obi-Wan was weird about it. Why? Has Obi-Wan met Krell before?

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The
sensation of a large hand clenching down on the back of his neck to
the point of bruising, covering from parts of his skull with its
size, blood dripping from the cut on his face as he sluggishly tried
to escape.

The
gray eyed man with strands of red in his hair approaching, dressed in
beige. Chanting, louder and louder until it echos around the room
they are in and Obi-Wan’s head is pressed down with as his arms are
held as the man reaches out.

The
fingers touch his scalp with
a loud booming noise far behind Obi-Wan and
Obi-Wan wakes with a yell in his bed, falling out of it as everything
in the room, including the bed, falls to the floor in a cacophony of
noise.

Running
a hand over his sweaty face, Obi-Wan looked around the dark room
wildly before yelping as the door snapped open, Qui-Gon standing
there with his saber in hand though not activated before the long
haired man breathed out and approached him, helping Obi-Wan up and
against his chest for support
as the redhead’s knees tremble and might not carry him.
“Another nightmare?” He said.

“Uhu.”
Obi-Wan gasped out, letting the other pull him from the bedroom
towards the couch instead. The last few days, reoccurring nightmares
had started up and in response to it, Obi-Wan had been trashing his
own room almost nightly.

Yan
had wondered if it was related to Obi-Wan’s memories, his face a
deep furrow of concentration as he listened to Obi-Wan explain the
dreams.

Sometimes
they were different but there were reoccurring themes.

The
Jedi with the graying hair that had red in it, the chanting, the
black cave, the loud booming noise, the large hands holding him down
and his own blood dripping to the floor. And he always woke at the
loud boom.

Never
before unless someone woke him.

The
speculation was that the boom may have been the one from the cave
when Qui-Gon thought him dead, the rocks falling and Obi-Wan being
swept away by whatever ritual the Jedi used.

But
with Obi-Wan only able to dream about it, no one could prove
anything.

But at
least now they had a clue.

And
Obi-Wan had hope, hope that he would remember who he had been.

It
would not change who he was now of course but…

The
memories would help him find balance in the temple, with those who
loved him and called him family.

Settled
on the couch, Obi-Wan quietly watched Qui-Gon march to the kitchen
where he made a honey and milk drink with added spices, the man
returning on swift feet to push the hot drink into his hand before
settling down in just his sleeping pants beside Obi-Wan without a
care in the world as he gently urged him to drink.

Doing
as told, Obi-Wan took note of the scars of the others chest and side
that was facing him.

He’d
seen them all before of course, the first night he had a nightmare
but it helped distract him and calm his mind to catalog them once
more. Just as it helped when Qui-Gon reached up and gently tucked
strands of hair behind his ear, Obi-Wan nuzzling into the touch like
a loth-cat which had the Sith smiling softly at him.

The
mug was empty before they spoke.

“Better?”
Qui-Gon questioned, his tone more awake and warm.

“Much…calmer
at least.” Obi-Wan replied, glancing towards his room. “…I
don’t want to clean that up tonight, do you think we could summon
some droids?” He sighed and willingly went when an arm slid around
him to pull him to the others warm side.

Rumbling,
Qui-Gon nodded. “Yes, I do believe we can.” He waved his hand,
summoning the comm to it without bothering to get up or let go of
Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan had the faintest notion of wanting to scold the
man. “…Frivolous use of the Force is not recommended.” He
settled on, feeling Qui-Gon freeze.

“…What
did you say?” He peered down at Obi-Wan with an odd look on his
face.

“Um…
you shouldn’t use the Force for
trivial matters? ” Obi-Wan repeated, blinking at the smile
spreading over the master’s face. “Its
certainly not a toy after all.” He tacked on, trying to sound
sever.

Chuckling
faintly so his chest rumbled, Qui-Gon pressed his warm, dry lips to
Obi-Wan’s forehead. “You used to say that when you were my
apprentice. That the Force was not to be used for frivolous tasks and
that I was very capable of getting off my own ass lest
it get even bigger, you’d
tease me and taunt me and call me old.” He chuckled more,
almost pulling Obi-Wan into his lap as his
glee stroked against
Obi-Wan’s sense in the Force.

Laughing
as he caught on, Obi-Wan nosed into the others shoulder.

The
return of a memory even if it was only a sentence and an inside joke
for them by the affection Qui-Gon spoke of it.

That
was cause for joy indeed.

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Jumping onto the
balcony, Anakin caught Padme when the beta threw herself at him, the
two nuzzling at each other happily for a few long moments before
Padme pulled back to peer up at him. “How is he?” She questioned
seriously.

The he was obvious.

While not pack, not
yet, Padme had concern for Obi-Wan as Anakin’s pack brother and
hopefully future pack member.

“Well
he didn’t have a fallback during our mission out and he teamed up
with Master Plo when I shipped home.” Anakin sighed tiredly. “So
he’s doing better. I’ve told you before, he handles the physical
and mental strain of things like this better than the alpha’s
around him. Or hides it better. Either or really, maybe both.” He
shrugged, arms around his wife’s waist with his hand rubbing the
small of her back.

Nodding slowly,
Padme carefully dislodged herself from his arms to pull him into
their apartment. “I imagine, from what I know of him, he’s
learned to hide it better so not to cause the alphas and betas around
him more concern since he’s not one who likes to be fussed over.”
She mused, pushing Anakin onto the couch and crawling up into his
lap, the two cuddling up together.

“Yeah…”
Anakin sighed, settling as best he could.

“Council knows
where you are?” She questioned.

“Yeah. Still not
happy with us of course but not like they can do anything about it
since we’re mated.” Anakin shrugged, stroking her back slowly.

That had Padme
snorting. “Not why I asked, I already know they can’t do anything
about it. Reason I asked was to know if you were staying the night.”
She poked him in the chest before settling her head on his shoulder.

Pressing his lips
to her forehead, Anakin focused on her warm scent and soft breaths,
letting those lull him into a nice calm.

Letting out a deep
breath once he reached a soft fuzzy calmness thanks to Padme, Anakin
finally spoke up. “The Chancellor is pinging Obi-Wan’s danger
senses. He’s outright avoiding the man if he can because his senses
put him in the same category as Maul and Savage were.”

Padme, taking note
of the ‘were’ that Anakin used to refer to Maul and his brother,
sat up to stare at him with wide eyes. “As in the two who outright
violated him?”

Wincing at the
reminder, Anakin took a deep breath and reminded himself that thanks
to the Council, they would never touch Obi-Wan again before he
nodded. “Yeah… he shows up if he has to, but only if he has to
and keeps his distance to the man. But its the Chancellor…”
Anakin trailed off as his wife peered at him mutely.

He had expected her
to defend him, after all, Sheev Palpatine had been her mentor at some
point and the Naboo Senator!

However she said
nothing.

Eventually she
sighed. “…Anakin, have you noticed that he’s sat in power for
far longer than most Chancellor’s?” Padme questioned carefully.

Slowly shaking his
head, Anakin blinked. “I’m… not really interested in history.”

Giving a resigned
sigh, Padme rolled her eyes fondly at him before smiling. “Anakin…
a chancellor is suppose to only sit four years with two possible
terms. Eight years. However Palpatine has sat fo-”

“Over ten years
now.” Anakin blinked, staring at her.

“Yes.” She
nodded. “Fear of the Separatist threat has allowed him to remain
longer but… its not right and during his time in office he has been
consolidated more and more power from the Senators and into the
office of the Chancellor, well on his make to not making this a
democracy but a dictatorship… one person should not have that much
power. Even if Sheev Palpatine was an utterly divine, good man…
there will come people after him that will also get that power.”
She added when Anakin opened his mouth.

Going
mute, Anakin mulled over that before scrubbing a hand over his face.
“I had hoped you’d be able to reassure me that Obi-Wan’s
instincts were wonky, not make me even more confused.”

Watching
him silently for a minute, Padme ran her delicate hand through the
blond curls. “Do you really think Obi-Wan’s
instincts are off?” When Anakin didn’t answer and avoided her
eyes, Padme pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Anakin, do you?”

“…No.” He
whispered.

“Sometimes… the
hardest lessons we learn in life is to realize those we trusted and
respected… aren’t always the good people they portray themselves
to be.” Padme whispered to her alpha love as Anakin peered at her
hopelessly.

“…Being
socially aware is complicated.” He sighed

“Oh yes.” Padme
laughed sadly, settling back against him for a long cuddle for both
of their comfort.

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Jumping onto the
balcony, Anakin caught Padme when the beta threw herself at him, the
two nuzzling at each other happily for a few long moments before
Padme pulled back to peer up at him. “How is he?” She questioned
seriously.

The he was obvious.

While not pack, not
yet, Padme had concern for Obi-Wan as Anakin’s pack brother and
hopefully future pack member.

“Well
he didn’t have a fallback during our mission out and he teamed up
with Master Plo when I shipped home.” Anakin sighed tiredly. “So
he’s doing better. I’ve told you before, he handles the physical
and mental strain of things like this better than the alpha’s
around him. Or hides it better. Either or really, maybe both.” He
shrugged, arms around his wife’s waist with his hand rubbing the
small of her back.

Nodding slowly,
Padme carefully dislodged herself from his arms to pull him into
their apartment. “I imagine, from what I know of him, he’s
learned to hide it better so not to cause the alphas and betas around
him more concern since he’s not one who likes to be fussed over.”
She mused, pushing Anakin onto the couch and crawling up into his
lap, the two cuddling up together.

“Yeah…”
Anakin sighed, settling as best he could.

“Council knows
where you are?” She questioned.

“Yeah. Still not
happy with us of course but not like they can do anything about it
since we’re mated.” Anakin shrugged, stroking her back slowly.

That had Padme
snorting. “Not why I asked, I already know they can’t do anything
about it. Reason I asked was to know if you were staying the night.”
She poked him in the chest before settling her head on his shoulder.

Pressing his lips
to her forehead, Anakin focused on her warm scent and soft breaths,
letting those lull him into a nice calm.

Letting out a deep
breath once he reached a soft fuzzy calmness thanks to Padme, Anakin
finally spoke up. “The Chancellor is pinging Obi-Wan’s danger
senses. He’s outright avoiding the man if he can because his senses
put him in the same category as Maul and Savage were.”

Padme, taking note
of the ‘were’ that Anakin used to refer to Maul and his brother,
sat up to stare at him with wide eyes. “As in the two who outright
violated him?”

Wincing at the
reminder, Anakin took a deep breath and reminded himself that thanks
to the Council, they would never touch Obi-Wan again before he
nodded. “Yeah… he shows up if he has to, but only if he has to
and keeps his distance to the man. But its the Chancellor…”
Anakin trailed off as his wife peered at him mutely.

He had expected her
to defend him, after all, Sheev Palpatine had been her mentor at some
point and the Naboo Senator!

However she said
nothing.

Eventually she
sighed. “…Anakin, have you noticed that he’s sat in power for
far longer than most Chancellor’s?” Padme questioned carefully.

Slowly shaking his
head, Anakin blinked. “I’m… not really interested in history.”

Giving a resigned
sigh, Padme rolled her eyes fondly at him before smiling. “Anakin…
a chancellor is suppose to only sit four years with two possible
terms. Eight years. However Palpatine has sat fo-”

“Over ten years
now.” Anakin blinked, staring at her.

“Yes.” She
nodded. “Fear of the Separatist threat has allowed him to remain
longer but… its not right and during his time in office he has been
consolidated more and more power from the Senators and into the
office of the Chancellor, well on his make to not making this a
democracy but a dictatorship… one person should not have that much
power. Even if Sheev Palpatine was an utterly divine, good man…
there will come people after him that will also get that power.”
She added when Anakin opened his mouth.

Going
mute, Anakin mulled over that before scrubbing a hand over his face.
“I had hoped you’d be able to reassure me that Obi-Wan’s
instincts were wonky, not make me even more confused.”

Watching
him silently for a minute, Padme ran her delicate hand through the
blond curls. “Do you really think Obi-Wan’s
instincts are off?” When Anakin didn’t answer and avoided her
eyes, Padme pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Anakin, do you?”

“…No.” He
whispered.

“Sometimes… the
hardest lessons we learn in life is to realize those we trusted and
respected… aren’t always the good people they portray themselves
to be.” Padme whispered to her alpha love as Anakin peered at her
hopelessly.

“…Being
socially aware is complicated.” He sighed

“Oh yes.” Padme
laughed sadly, settling back against him for a long cuddle for both
of their comfort.

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“I
told you so.” Healer Irma beamed as Che continued testing Obi-Wan’s
legs, her face a mask of surprise as she continued gently poking the
boys legs with a small needle and gaining a small flinch reaction.

The
evidence of sensation, the bruised legs moving ever so slightly
against the table as Obi-Wan grimaced at each prod.

Irma
turned to Madam Nu
and Master Yoda. “He has sensation in his legs, reacting
to stimuli and he can even move his legs to some degree,
that means that with therapy he should be able to walk eventually.”
She practically chirped.

Madam
Nu raised her brows before looking at Che for her verdict since Irma
was a younger apprentice healer.

“Healer
Irma is right, with therapy, Obi-Wan should be able to walk and maybe
even run.” Che confirmed, setting the needle aside as she got
Obi-Wan to lift his foot off the table and into her hand, staring at
the thin calf as she did before she looked at the two council
members. “Which is bluntly said a Force miracle because his spine
was fully severed at the nerves, he shouldn’t be able to do any of
this. Shouldn’t be able to feel the needle not to speak about
lifting his foot.” She gently rubbed the ankle with her thumb.

Obi-Wan
watched them quietly, nibbling on his bottom lip.

He
froze when the twi’lek healer leveled a stern look at him. “And
something tells me you know of this Initiate Kenobi before
Healer Irma did.”

He
squirmed a bit as all four adults focused on him, Yoda’s ears
raised high and obviously expectant. “I… may have figured it out…
and trained in an empty
room.” Obi-Wan confessed quietly, sucking on the bottom lip a bit.

“Come
to the healers you should have. Done so you have not why?” Yoda
tilted his head, a bit like a curious feline almost.

“…I
thought they might stop me…” Obi-Wan muttered, staring into his
lap and rubbing his hands together. “I mean… you all seemed so
worried about it all and I want to walk again and I just…” He
sniffled a bit.

There
was a pause.

And
then a blue hand cupped his chin, Che tilting his head up to look at
her with her lekku’s twitching in agitated. “Oh young one. Of
course we wouldn’t have stopped you, we would have aided you. Do
you have any idea how much help you really need? Leg strength is not
just about pushing yourself through every exercise but also about the
care you need afterward and also someone to help you and take care of
you.” She murmured gently before gesturing to the bruises and scabs
on his legs. “I imagine these comes from your own attempts?”

Obi-Wan
winced but nodded.

Che
nodded before smiling once again and rubbing his leg gently again.
“There’s going to be quite some exercise before you’re ready to
walk, it may also not be feasible
for you to walk properly but you
may be able to get out of that wheelchair.”

As
Obi-Wan stared up at the healers hopefully, a green troll was quietly
plotting while rolling his cane in his hands.

Maybe,
just maybe his plans and the bond he had felt could work out still?

Now
how to convince Qui-Gon to look after young Obi-Wan… hmm… well
guilt always worked nicely when you had no other option left.

Yes.

Time
for tea with Qui-Gon.

In WhereFromHere: New therapy! As som1 w/leg based disabilites, who knew some1 w/a paralyzed leg: I know if he is in the wheelchair4a while the muscles will begin2atrophy&become too weak2hold his weight even if he can walk, so a step 1 to walking will be strengthening exercises, having him walk where there are bars on either side to catch him, w/lots of pads around2limit damage is a good idea, also, thearphy can be exhasting&intenive thearaphy can mean no leg strenght for the rest of the day.

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“I
told you so.” Healer Irma beamed as Che continued testing Obi-Wan’s
legs, her face a mask of surprise as she continued gently poking the
boys legs with a small needle and gaining a small flinch reaction.

The
evidence of sensation, the bruised legs moving ever so slightly
against the table as Obi-Wan grimaced at each prod.

Irma
turned to Madam Nu
and Master Yoda. “He has sensation in his legs, reacting
to stimuli and he can even move his legs to some degree,
that means that with therapy he should be able to walk eventually.”
She practically chirped.

Madam
Nu raised her brows before looking at Che for her verdict since Irma
was a younger apprentice healer.

“Healer
Irma is right, with therapy, Obi-Wan should be able to walk and maybe
even run.” Che confirmed, setting the needle aside as she got
Obi-Wan to lift his foot off the table and into her hand, staring at
the thin calf as she did before she looked at the two council
members. “Which is bluntly said a Force miracle because his spine
was fully severed at the nerves, he shouldn’t be able to do any of
this. Shouldn’t be able to feel the needle not to speak about
lifting his foot.” She gently rubbed the ankle with her thumb.

Obi-Wan
watched them quietly, nibbling on his bottom lip.

He
froze when the twi’lek healer leveled a stern look at him. “And
something tells me you know of this Initiate Kenobi before
Healer Irma did.”

He
squirmed a bit as all four adults focused on him, Yoda’s ears
raised high and obviously expectant. “I… may have figured it out…
and trained in an empty
room.” Obi-Wan confessed quietly, sucking on the bottom lip a bit.

“Come
to the healers you should have. Done so you have not why?” Yoda
tilted his head, a bit like a curious feline almost.

“…I
thought they might stop me…” Obi-Wan muttered, staring into his
lap and rubbing his hands together. “I mean… you all seemed so
worried about it all and I want to walk again and I just…” He
sniffled a bit.

There
was a pause.

And
then a blue hand cupped his chin, Che tilting his head up to look at
her with her lekku’s twitching in agitated. “Oh young one. Of
course we wouldn’t have stopped you, we would have aided you. Do
you have any idea how much help you really need? Leg strength is not
just about pushing yourself through every exercise but also about the
care you need afterward and also someone to help you and take care of
you.” She murmured gently before gesturing to the bruises and scabs
on his legs. “I imagine these comes from your own attempts?”

Obi-Wan
winced but nodded.

Che
nodded before smiling once again and rubbing his leg gently again.
“There’s going to be quite some exercise before you’re ready to
walk, it may also not be feasible
for you to walk properly but you
may be able to get out of that wheelchair.”

As
Obi-Wan stared up at the healers hopefully, a green troll was quietly
plotting while rolling his cane in his hands.

Maybe,
just maybe his plans and the bond he had felt could work out still?

Now
how to convince Qui-Gon to look after young Obi-Wan… hmm… well
guilt always worked nicely when you had no other option left.

Yes.

Time
for tea with Qui-Gon.

Hi!! Long time no stalk!! So! In For the Young! Do the roumors get back to Queen Amidala? What does she think of her Mento being accused of such?

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Its
hard not to know what to do when the rumors reach her, this suspicion
of pedophilia of her elected Senate representative and to
be former Chancellor of the
Republic. People asking for a statement, for what she believes and…

And
she’s not sure what to say.

Padme
has always trusted Sheev Palpatine, he has been a family friend and
mentor for years and she never would have thought anything bad about
him but…

She
remembers the unusual interest he had in a boy right after Naboo had
been reclaimed. The way
Palpatine had lingered with Anakin, just a boy. A hero true enough
but still a boy and at the time she had found it a bit discomforting
but had said nothing as Anakin had done something miraculous for
Naboo.

But
now, with these rumors and suspicions…

The
memories came back, strong and clear.

She
finally turned to Rabe. “Prepare to take a statement regarding
Palpatine’s situation.” She murmured, all her handmaidens going
quiet with the guards stationed at the door paying closer attention.

It was
time to give an official response to the allegations.

()()()

“Queen
Amidala, in her last term as Queen of Naboo, has this to say on the
account of the suspended Chancellor Sheev Palpatine. “We are not
aware of any cases of abuse he has visited on any children on Naboo,
however I stress to add that any victims of such a powerful man may
not have felt safe to come out if so. I therefor urge any victims to
come out now to help the proceedings and to be restitution
for the pain they have suffered and finally have justice. They have
my word that their safety will be my out most concern. As for Sheev
Palpatine, I will leave him to the justice system should valid
evidence come forward.” End of quote.”
Anakin red out loud from the news snippet.

Peering
at Anakin for a long moment, Obi-Wan finally smiled. “Well, its
good to know that someone from Naboo has a level head.” He
chuckled, moving into the toddlers as Anakin scrolled through the
rest of the news, checking that the kids were playing peacefully.

They
looked rather content, playing alone or in groups with toys or each
others.

Sometimes
adult intervention is not needed and they are just there to ensure
everyone is content or help them when they need things.

Anakin
gave a hum. “I remember her as a very beautiful and smart woman.” He
confessed, a soft blush on his cheeks as he said it.

Chuckling
quietly at that, Obi-Wan raised a brow. “Is this a crush I see
young apprentice?”

Anakin
just smiled sheepishly in return and shrugged a bit before kneeling
down by a young wookie when he tugged on Anakin’s tunic, setting
the pad aside to help him with the blocks that were stuck.

Smiling
softly at that, Obi-Wan continued stepping further into the creche,
taking a general overview of all the little ones playing and those
that seemed to be close to needing a little nap and would need to be
carried off.

It was
calm and quiet, warm and wonderful.

Deceptive.

Obi-Wan
had only seconds as he felt the Force flare before the floor shook
beneath him but it was enough for him to gather the Force as cracks
appeared in the stone of the floor as muted
explosive shook the room and
most likely the entire creche, holding the
room together by pure will
alone as the kids screamed in fear.

“Master!”
Anakin jerked to his feet, the wookie babe in his arms.

Gritting
his teeth as he fought to keep the room together, Obi-Wan leveled him
a glare. “Get them out. Get them!” He yelled, as smoke started to
roll out through the cracks.

Several
of the kids tumbled their ways to him, clinging to Obi-Wan’s legs
as Anakin lifted two other kids and ran for the doors.

Several
other signatures were moving in alarm, other creche masters but
Obi-Wan focused on holding the room together. The
smoke is already billowing in, thick, cloying and heavy, the kids
crying even louder as breathing gets harder and Obi-Wan can feel the
heat of fire from the cracks.

He
could feel the back of the room opening up, smoke billowing out that
way as wind blew in but it didn’t clear out the smoke at all and he
coughed harshly as he breathed it in, tasting toxic chemicals even as
he felt more stones crumble.

He
pulled more Force to him, holding the floor together, could
feel Anakin through their bond sending his own strength Obi-Wan’s
way.

If he
could only hold the floor at the very least until the others could
get the kids out.

Obi-Wan
could feel other Jedi, saw some of them faintly through the smoke,
feel horror and fear and shock all through the Force as kids were
being pulled out of the room.

And
than Mace was there suddenly, lifting three of the kids from around
Obi-Wan’s legs up. “We need to go Obi-Wan, you can’t hold
this!” He yelled.

“Get
everyone else out first!” Obi-Wan yelled back, Mace letting out the
foulest Harun Kal curse he knew before racing away with the kids in
his arms.

He was
shaking with sweat soaking
through his clothes in moments,
could feel adrenaline, his own sense of the Force telling him the
columns beneath them were fully gone, the only things holding the
floor up was Obi-Wan and the walls that were also rapidly cracking.

‘Please
Force, just let them live, let them survive.’ He thought
hysterically as he could feel himself falter, pain and exhaustion
setting in, knowing that utilizing the Force as he was just wasn’t
sustainable in length.

And
then Obi-Wan was flying through the air, safely caught by Jinn of all
people as the older master stared in horror into the smoking creche
as without Obi-Wan holding it together, it all fell apart.

From
the others arms, he could see Anakin with the kids, healers going
over them, several Jedi’s rocking them.

They
were all safe…

Obi-Wan
groaned hoarsely in relief at that as
the wind and smoke from the ruined creche clung to him and
then passed right out into Jinn’s arms as the man let out an
alarmed shout, calling for a healer to tend to Obi-Wan.

Hi!! Long time no stalk!! So! In For the Young! Do the roumors get back to Queen Amidala? What does she think of her Mento being accused of such?

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Its
hard not to know what to do when the rumors reach her, this suspicion
of pedophilia of her elected Senate representative and to
be former Chancellor of the
Republic. People asking for a statement, for what she believes and…

And
she’s not sure what to say.

Padme
has always trusted Sheev Palpatine, he has been a family friend and
mentor for years and she never would have thought anything bad about
him but…

She
remembers the unusual interest he had in a boy right after Naboo had
been reclaimed. The way
Palpatine had lingered with Anakin, just a boy. A hero true enough
but still a boy and at the time she had found it a bit discomforting
but had said nothing as Anakin had done something miraculous for
Naboo.

But
now, with these rumors and suspicions…

The
memories came back, strong and clear.

She
finally turned to Rabe. “Prepare to take a statement regarding
Palpatine’s situation.” She murmured, all her handmaidens going
quiet with the guards stationed at the door paying closer attention.

It was
time to give an official response to the allegations.

()()()

“Queen
Amidala, in her last term as Queen of Naboo, has this to say on the
account of the suspended Chancellor Sheev Palpatine. “We are not
aware of any cases of abuse he has visited on any children on Naboo,
however I stress to add that any victims of such a powerful man may
not have felt safe to come out if so. I therefor urge any victims to
come out now to help the proceedings and to be restitution
for the pain they have suffered and finally have justice. They have
my word that their safety will be my out most concern. As for Sheev
Palpatine, I will leave him to the justice system should valid
evidence come forward.” End of quote.”
Anakin red out loud from the news snippet.

Peering
at Anakin for a long moment, Obi-Wan finally smiled. “Well, its
good to know that someone from Naboo has a level head.” He
chuckled, moving into the toddlers as Anakin scrolled through the
rest of the news, checking that the kids were playing peacefully.

They
looked rather content, playing alone or in groups with toys or each
others.

Sometimes
adult intervention is not needed and they are just there to ensure
everyone is content or help them when they need things.

Anakin
gave a hum. “I remember her as a very beautiful and smart woman.” He
confessed, a soft blush on his cheeks as he said it.

Chuckling
quietly at that, Obi-Wan raised a brow. “Is this a crush I see
young apprentice?”

Anakin
just smiled sheepishly in return and shrugged a bit before kneeling
down by a young wookie when he tugged on Anakin’s tunic, setting
the pad aside to help him with the blocks that were stuck.

Smiling
softly at that, Obi-Wan continued stepping further into the creche,
taking a general overview of all the little ones playing and those
that seemed to be close to needing a little nap and would need to be
carried off.

It was
calm and quiet, warm and wonderful.

Deceptive.

Obi-Wan
had only seconds as he felt the Force flare before the floor shook
beneath him but it was enough for him to gather the Force as cracks
appeared in the stone of the floor as muted
explosive shook the room and
most likely the entire creche, holding the
room together by pure will
alone as the kids screamed in fear.

“Master!”
Anakin jerked to his feet, the wookie babe in his arms.

Gritting
his teeth as he fought to keep the room together, Obi-Wan leveled him
a glare. “Get them out. Get them!” He yelled, as smoke started to
roll out through the cracks.

Several
of the kids tumbled their ways to him, clinging to Obi-Wan’s legs
as Anakin lifted two other kids and ran for the doors.

Several
other signatures were moving in alarm, other creche masters but
Obi-Wan focused on holding the room together. The
smoke is already billowing in, thick, cloying and heavy, the kids
crying even louder as breathing gets harder and Obi-Wan can feel the
heat of fire from the cracks.

He
could feel the back of the room opening up, smoke billowing out that
way as wind blew in but it didn’t clear out the smoke at all and he
coughed harshly as he breathed it in, tasting toxic chemicals even as
he felt more stones crumble.

He
pulled more Force to him, holding the floor together, could
feel Anakin through their bond sending his own strength Obi-Wan’s
way.

If he
could only hold the floor at the very least until the others could
get the kids out.

Obi-Wan
could feel other Jedi, saw some of them faintly through the smoke,
feel horror and fear and shock all through the Force as kids were
being pulled out of the room.

And
than Mace was there suddenly, lifting three of the kids from around
Obi-Wan’s legs up. “We need to go Obi-Wan, you can’t hold
this!” He yelled.

“Get
everyone else out first!” Obi-Wan yelled back, Mace letting out the
foulest Harun Kal curse he knew before racing away with the kids in
his arms.

He was
shaking with sweat soaking
through his clothes in moments,
could feel adrenaline, his own sense of the Force telling him the
columns beneath them were fully gone, the only things holding the
floor up was Obi-Wan and the walls that were also rapidly cracking.

‘Please
Force, just let them live, let them survive.’ He thought
hysterically as he could feel himself falter, pain and exhaustion
setting in, knowing that utilizing the Force as he was just wasn’t
sustainable in length.

And
then Obi-Wan was flying through the air, safely caught by Jinn of all
people as the older master stared in horror into the smoking creche
as without Obi-Wan holding it together, it all fell apart.

From
the others arms, he could see Anakin with the kids, healers going
over them, several Jedi’s rocking them.

They
were all safe…

Obi-Wan
groaned hoarsely in relief at that as
the wind and smoke from the ruined creche clung to him and
then passed right out into Jinn’s arms as the man let out an
alarmed shout, calling for a healer to tend to Obi-Wan.