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SheeveSon O.O Obi Wan wakes up to find out the Emperor is pulling the Jedi off the no longer existing front lines and has turned the army over to the Empire, so public moral is up, the Jedi are more popular since they are no longer ‘war generals’, and the Temple is back to its PROPER function of soothing ruffled feathers. For the low cost of erasing the old order. So how does the new order of the Jedi react? Relief that they are no longer dying in droves? Hysterical laughter? Booze party???

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The soft sound of tea boiling is filling the room, Obi-Wan focusing
on it and not the rockets he could still hear blowing up outside,
people celebrating all over about the end of the war and finally
peace settling in.

Even the temple, despite its losses, feel lighter and calmer.

Its almost enough to sooth Obi-Wan’s guilt at times when he was
alone without his Anakin to sooth at the frazzled emotions as he
leans against the window sill to watch the world outside the temple.

“Are you happy?”

Obi-Wan stared at his own hands at that before looking to the side,
watching the sheer blue shape of Qui-Gon sitting on his couch. “…”
He didn’t say a word.

The man slowly stood and walked towards him, perhaps a habit of being
alive made him move around things instead of through them, until he
was in front of Obi-Wan. “Are you happy with what you and Anakin
have done?” Qui-Gon questioned again, his features worn and looking
just like the last time Obi-Wan had seen him, near death.

“The temple still lives.” He offered quietly in return, still listening to
the kettle boiling and the smell of spicy tea filling the air. “I
will live with my guilt for the rest of my life but the temple still
lives.” He whispered.

“At what price?” Qui-Gon whispered in return, brows furrowed,
visibly upset.

“At the price of the old Order so the new will not die. Reformation
is never peaceful Qui-Gon. The only difference here is that it was
betrayal from within that lead to this.” Obi-Wan sighed then moved
towards the kitchen. “I know you don’t put stock in visions, but
I saw the alternative and it would have been pain and suffering
without measure.” He pulled the kettle of the burner.

“It is already pain and suffering.” Qui-Gon argued.

“But the younglings still live.” Obi-Wan returned sharply and
looked at him. “I am still here and Sheev Palpatine trusts me. If
nothing else you will hear that. I will keep an eye on all of it, I
will watch his apprentices and Anakin will never stray from my side.”
He poured his tea then moved back to the shimmering blue shape.

“…The cost Obi-Wan…” Qui-Gon whispered.

“You were the one to bring the chosen one here.” Obi-Wan returned
before reaching up. “You must have known that too much light needed
to be put out by darkness. Balance you spoke off.” His hand cupped
the blue cheek.

It did not feel tangible yet at the same time his hand was not
passing through it.

“Believe me when I say this, I am not Fallen, I am not Dark. I
belong to the Light and always will.” Obi-Wan whispered. “And
here I will stay and watch the Sith and fend for the younglings of
this temple. I will stay here and ensure their safety and their
happiness like others did not for me. And I will remember the lessons
of the old but the times are new Qui-Gon Jinn… and the Galaxy needs
Jedi who are not scared of attachment or love or compassion.”

A tear slowly rolled down Obi-Wan’s cheek to fade into his beard.

“I will not paint the old order as anything but the trying
honorable people they were… and I will carry the guilt of their
deaths… until the day I die. And on that day, the Force can judge
me as it wants and if I’m going to hell then… that’s alright.”
Obi-Wan smiled faintly.

Qui-Gon stared at him for a long moment before he faded away,
Obi-Wan’s hand hovering in the air for a few moments before it
dropped.

He turned back to the window was another firework exploded over the
Senate Rotunda. “…Alright … Lets get on with it.” He wiped
his face and looked up as the door opened, smiling as Anakin slipped
in and hurried to Obi-Wan’s side, the blond grinning as he wrapped
his arms around him.

It was a new dawn for the Order of Jedi.

SheeveSon O.O Obi Wan wakes up to find out the Emperor is pulling the Jedi off the no longer existing front lines and has turned the army over to the Empire, so public moral is up, the Jedi are more popular since they are no longer ‘war generals’, and the Temple is back to its PROPER function of soothing ruffled feathers. For the low cost of erasing the old order. So how does the new order of the Jedi react? Relief that they are no longer dying in droves? Hysterical laughter? Booze party???

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The soft sound of tea boiling is filling the room, Obi-Wan focusing
on it and not the rockets he could still hear blowing up outside,
people celebrating all over about the end of the war and finally
peace settling in.

Even the temple, despite its losses, feel lighter and calmer.

Its almost enough to sooth Obi-Wan’s guilt at times when he was
alone without his Anakin to sooth at the frazzled emotions as he
leans against the window sill to watch the world outside the temple.

“Are you happy?”

Obi-Wan stared at his own hands at that before looking to the side,
watching the sheer blue shape of Qui-Gon sitting on his couch. “…”
He didn’t say a word.

The man slowly stood and walked towards him, perhaps a habit of being
alive made him move around things instead of through them, until he
was in front of Obi-Wan. “Are you happy with what you and Anakin
have done?” Qui-Gon questioned again, his features worn and looking
just like the last time Obi-Wan had seen him, near death.

“The temple still lives.” He offered quietly in return, still listening to
the kettle boiling and the smell of spicy tea filling the air. “I
will live with my guilt for the rest of my life but the temple still
lives.” He whispered.

“At what price?” Qui-Gon whispered in return, brows furrowed,
visibly upset.

“At the price of the old Order so the new will not die. Reformation
is never peaceful Qui-Gon. The only difference here is that it was
betrayal from within that lead to this.” Obi-Wan sighed then moved
towards the kitchen. “I know you don’t put stock in visions, but
I saw the alternative and it would have been pain and suffering
without measure.” He pulled the kettle of the burner.

“It is already pain and suffering.” Qui-Gon argued.

“But the younglings still live.” Obi-Wan returned sharply and
looked at him. “I am still here and Sheev Palpatine trusts me. If
nothing else you will hear that. I will keep an eye on all of it, I
will watch his apprentices and Anakin will never stray from my side.”
He poured his tea then moved back to the shimmering blue shape.

“…The cost Obi-Wan…” Qui-Gon whispered.

“You were the one to bring the chosen one here.” Obi-Wan returned
before reaching up. “You must have known that too much light needed
to be put out by darkness. Balance you spoke off.” His hand cupped
the blue cheek.

It did not feel tangible yet at the same time his hand was not
passing through it.

“Believe me when I say this, I am not Fallen, I am not Dark. I
belong to the Light and always will.” Obi-Wan whispered. “And
here I will stay and watch the Sith and fend for the younglings of
this temple. I will stay here and ensure their safety and their
happiness like others did not for me. And I will remember the lessons
of the old but the times are new Qui-Gon Jinn… and the Galaxy needs
Jedi who are not scared of attachment or love or compassion.”

A tear slowly rolled down Obi-Wan’s cheek to fade into his beard.

“I will not paint the old order as anything but the trying
honorable people they were… and I will carry the guilt of their
deaths… until the day I die. And on that day, the Force can judge
me as it wants and if I’m going to hell then… that’s alright.”
Obi-Wan smiled faintly.

Qui-Gon stared at him for a long moment before he faded away,
Obi-Wan’s hand hovering in the air for a few moments before it
dropped.

He turned back to the window was another firework exploded over the
Senate Rotunda. “…Alright … Lets get on with it.” He wiped
his face and looked up as the door opened, smiling as Anakin slipped
in and hurried to Obi-Wan’s side, the blond grinning as he wrapped
his arms around him.

It was a new dawn for the Order of Jedi.

What happens next in your sheevsson verse?? I NEED TO KNOW!! Thank you~

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Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan slowly opened his eyes to stare mutely
up at Anakin as the blond continued slowly stroke his cheek with his
thumb, the two staring quietly at each other. “…Hi.”

“Hi.” Anakin whispered in return. “Did they hurt you?”

“Mmmn, no…feel weird though.” Obi-Wan licked his lips. “And
my mouth is dry.”

“That would be the drugs.” Anakin leaned down and pressed a soft
kiss to Obi-Wan’s temple before carefully guiding him to sit up and
giving him some water.  

Once full of water, Obi-Wan sat back against the pillows, staring at
the other as he felt the familiarity of his and Anakin’s shared
quarters. “…What happened?”

“I dealt with Yoda and Windu. Officially, they died while dealing
with the remains of the Separatists leadership, Yan Dooku and
Grievous refused to surrender and each landed a killing blow to the
respective though Windu took care of Grievous before he died.”

That took a weight off Obi-Wan’s shoulders before he tensed and
focused on his lover again. “Does anyone suspect?”

“I’ve gotten some side eyes but so far no one seems to think I
was involved with eithers death, they seem to be attributing the
darkness of me to perhaps the death of Dooku honestly and you’ve
being in danger.” Anakin stroked the others cheek. “You’re the
sole surviving Council member now. Its been four days and there’s
been some… changes since.”

Anakin carefully explained that Sheev was now the Emperor of the
Empire, the war was over though there were still insurgents and
rebels though they were being dealt with, quietly.

Obi-Wan was now clearly grandmaster as the sole survivor of the
Council and the rest of the Jedi seemed to be waiting for him to wake
up and deal with things.

“And what happened to me that made me…well here?” Obi-Wan
glanced around the room, wondering why he was in Anakin’s bed.

“I convinced Che that you’d be more comfortable here and that I
could look after you until you woke. She was very reluctant but let
me take you here. You were injured by Dooku too, considering its
happened before, no one questioned it. A harsh head wound and Cody
apologizes for that.” Anakin pressed a soft kiss to his temple.

Obi-Wan mulled over that before nodding, wrapping his arms around his
lover and relaxing slowly as he was amused by the idea of Cody having
to knock a drugged out him’s head in for a physical injury. “So
its…over?”

“Mostly, yes. There’s still going to be fires to put out but…
well we got a better chance now.” Anakin whispered then he sighed.
“I’m leaving the Order though.”

“Okay.” Obi-Wan snuggled closer.

“I…Okay? That’s it?” Anakin blinked.

“I already knew that dad wanted you for his apprentice. So what’s
going to happen there?”

Anakin shifted at the easy acceptance before humming. “Well
officially I’m going to be a liaison between the Senate and the
Emperor to the Jedi temple. Or well that’s how he worded it. Which
means I’ll be often in contact with you.” He grinned into
Obi-Wan’s temple, stroking his sides slowly.

Then his face turned more serious. “Unofficially I’ll be his
right hand man and running most of the armies since its now going
back in under the jurisdiction of the Senate, keeping a former Jedi
in control yet removing them from the grasp of the Order in the view
of the public.” He pressed a soft kiss to his temple.

Obi-Wan settled into the grasp of his lover and nodded slowly.
“…You’ll be careful right? I’ll try to limit the damage
control within the order. Try to make them fall into place. See if I
can’t garner some support.” He breathed out. “…There’s
going to be a lot of reforms.” He mumbled.

“I know, but I have faith in you my Obi-Wan.” He picked up the
others hands, pulling them from his own waist and pressed a soft kiss
to the back of them.

“And I to you.” Obi-Wan whispered, the two leaning their
foreheads together. “We’ll make this work.”

“We will.” Anakin’s eyes swirled yellow for a mini second and
for the life of him, Obi-Wan couldn’t find the strength to feel
anything but relief.

What happens next in your sheevsson verse?? I NEED TO KNOW!! Thank you~

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Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan slowly opened his eyes to stare mutely
up at Anakin as the blond continued slowly stroke his cheek with his
thumb, the two staring quietly at each other. “…Hi.”

“Hi.” Anakin whispered in return. “Did they hurt you?”

“Mmmn, no…feel weird though.” Obi-Wan licked his lips. “And
my mouth is dry.”

“That would be the drugs.” Anakin leaned down and pressed a soft
kiss to Obi-Wan’s temple before carefully guiding him to sit up and
giving him some water.  

Once full of water, Obi-Wan sat back against the pillows, staring at
the other as he felt the familiarity of his and Anakin’s shared
quarters. “…What happened?”

“I dealt with Yoda and Windu. Officially, they died while dealing
with the remains of the Separatists leadership, Yan Dooku and
Grievous refused to surrender and each landed a killing blow to the
respective though Windu took care of Grievous before he died.”

That took a weight off Obi-Wan’s shoulders before he tensed and
focused on his lover again. “Does anyone suspect?”

“I’ve gotten some side eyes but so far no one seems to think I
was involved with eithers death, they seem to be attributing the
darkness of me to perhaps the death of Dooku honestly and you’ve
being in danger.” Anakin stroked the others cheek. “You’re the
sole surviving Council member now. Its been four days and there’s
been some… changes since.”

Anakin carefully explained that Sheev was now the Emperor of the
Empire, the war was over though there were still insurgents and
rebels though they were being dealt with, quietly.

Obi-Wan was now clearly grandmaster as the sole survivor of the
Council and the rest of the Jedi seemed to be waiting for him to wake
up and deal with things.

“And what happened to me that made me…well here?” Obi-Wan
glanced around the room, wondering why he was in Anakin’s bed.

“I convinced Che that you’d be more comfortable here and that I
could look after you until you woke. She was very reluctant but let
me take you here. You were injured by Dooku too, considering its
happened before, no one questioned it. A harsh head wound and Cody
apologizes for that.” Anakin pressed a soft kiss to his temple.

Obi-Wan mulled over that before nodding, wrapping his arms around his
lover and relaxing slowly as he was amused by the idea of Cody having
to knock a drugged out him’s head in for a physical injury. “So
its…over?”

“Mostly, yes. There’s still going to be fires to put out but…
well we got a better chance now.” Anakin whispered then he sighed.
“I’m leaving the Order though.”

“Okay.” Obi-Wan snuggled closer.

“I…Okay? That’s it?” Anakin blinked.

“I already knew that dad wanted you for his apprentice. So what’s
going to happen there?”

Anakin shifted at the easy acceptance before humming. “Well
officially I’m going to be a liaison between the Senate and the
Emperor to the Jedi temple. Or well that’s how he worded it. Which
means I’ll be often in contact with you.” He grinned into
Obi-Wan’s temple, stroking his sides slowly.

Then his face turned more serious. “Unofficially I’ll be his
right hand man and running most of the armies since its now going
back in under the jurisdiction of the Senate, keeping a former Jedi
in control yet removing them from the grasp of the Order in the view
of the public.” He pressed a soft kiss to his temple.

Obi-Wan settled into the grasp of his lover and nodded slowly.
“…You’ll be careful right? I’ll try to limit the damage
control within the order. Try to make them fall into place. See if I
can’t garner some support.” He breathed out. “…There’s
going to be a lot of reforms.” He mumbled.

“I know, but I have faith in you my Obi-Wan.” He picked up the
others hands, pulling them from his own waist and pressed a soft kiss
to the back of them.

“And I to you.” Obi-Wan whispered, the two leaning their
foreheads together. “We’ll make this work.”

“We will.” Anakin’s eyes swirled yellow for a mini second and
for the life of him, Obi-Wan couldn’t find the strength to feel
anything but relief.

Oh dear. Just had a SheeveSon thought. The Council/Yoda now know Obi Wan can no longer be trusted… might Obi show up to a regular meeting and «disappears», and be held in the Force screened cells below to be ‘deprogrammed’… maybe setting off Order 66??? (small squeaky noises..) Fluff when Vader finds him afterwards would be very welcome :-)

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“Its just a
meeting Anakin.” The older man chuckled, fixing his tunics and
belts before turning to his younger lover with a smile. “I imagine
we’re going to talk about something very boring or battle related
and then I’ll come back and we can head off.” He leaned in and
kissed the other sweetly but pulled away before he could muss Obi-Wan
up too much.

Anakin whined a bit
then sighed. “Fine. Fine. But you’re taking me on a date
somewhere afterward.” The two grinned at each other.

“Somewhere fun, I
promise love.” Obi-Wan pulled on his robe and headed towards the
door, stopping when Anakin grasped him by the end, having bounced
from the couch. “Ani?”

“…Be careful?”
Anakin murmured. “I…have a bad feeling.” He added quietly and
kissed the other gently on the cheek.

Blinking, Obi-Wan
stared at him before smiling softly and kissing Anakin again. “Of
course.” He slipped out of their quarters.

And that was the
last Anakin saw of him for hours as he paced their quarters, tried to
call him and then finally…

Obi-Wan disappeared
from the Force.

Anakin froze, eyes
wide.

He didn’t even
need to know what had happened to know who had done it.

The remains of the
council that had yet to die for Palpatine’s plans.

He marched out of
the room and headed for the speeders.

()()()

“I know.” Was
the first words out of Sheev’s mouth when Anakin let himself into
the office, the man staring out the window at the temple. “They
have him, most likely in the cells of the temple.” He tilted his
head, narrowing his eyes slowly. “It was too good to hope they
wouldn’t catch onto his change of allegiance.”

“What can we do?”
Anakin moved towards him slowly, staring at him.

He needed to get
Obi-Wan away from the council, needed to get him back in his arms
before… before…

Before what?

Before they did
something to Obi-Wan’s mind?

Changed him back
into the cold and aloof person he had been in the start of Anakin’s
apprenticeship?

Take away what had
made Anakin love the man?

Utterly adore
everything that was Obi-Wan from the hairs on the arch of his feet to
his self loathing to the smile that would light up a room?

…Okay fine they
couldn’t take the hairs on his feet but the point still stood.

“I have one way
to… finish this all…a modified order 66 that can go live to all
clones.” Palpatine drawled, seemingly calm but Anakin could spot
his clenched hand.

“A modified
order?” Anakin swallowed and then jerked back when yellow eyes
stared at him.

“A modified
assassin order yes. The original purpose was to eradicate all Jedi
with this order… however I needed to…modify it because of
Obi-Wan.” His eyes flickered back to the temple. “However…
sending it live to all clones will tip of the rest of the Jedi in the
temple as they would march on the temple.” His eyes flickered back
to Anakin. “A smaller team however…”

Anakin stared back
and then swallowed. “I’d do anything for Obi-Wan.”

“Then it comes
down to this, are your principles as a Jedi worth more then Obi-Wan’s
love?”

Anakin looked back
to the temple.

Then he slowly slid
down on one knee in front of the other man. “…I will
do…whatever you want me to do.”

()()()

It was so damn hard
to focus, with both the sedative in his system and the Force
suppressors in his systems. Yet he could still focus enough to stare
at Yoda and Mace talking outside the cell they had deposited him in.

Focus enough to
listen to them speak though, not.

He reached up and
pushed his hair out of the way, gagging a bit on the drugs in his
systems that he couldn’t counter or filter at all as he clenched
his eyes shut and pressed his back against the wall for some focus.

“Hmm, to much
perhaps given to him.”

“We can’t take
a risk until we know Master Yoda. We know his loyalty is in question
but we ne-”

Blaster fire, the
sound of lightsabers and then a terrible kind of silence that got
broken by hurried steps and a low cursing.

No wait, Obi-Wan
knew that voice…

He forced his eyes
open yet all he saw was darkness as someone wrapped him in a tight
hug.” Obi-Wan!”

“Ani?” He
whispered in turn, shuddering a bit as he wrapped his arms back
around the other. “How…did… you smell of ashes…” He grunted
into the others shoulder.

“I know, we can
talk about that later. Much later. I need to get you to the healers
right now so you need to sleep.”

Without
defenses, Obi-Wan fell asleep in the others arms as Anakin stood,
glancing down at the dead high council members, lips pinched together
as his eyes swirled darkly with yellow. And then it disappeared as he
nodded to the troopers to clean up and set the stage. “We only have
another half hour until the cameras turn back on. Be quick.” He
hissed. “Your orders?”

“We
were never here, we were at the barracks like good soldiers, awaiting
orders.” Cody offered, wearing a white uniform without markings.
Just shinys out on patrol.

Anakin
nodded and adjusted Obi-Wan in his arms.

Now
came the difficult part…

Oh dear. Just had a SheeveSon thought. The Council/Yoda now know Obi Wan can no longer be trusted… might Obi show up to a regular meeting and «disappears», and be held in the Force screened cells below to be ‘deprogrammed’… maybe setting off Order 66??? (small squeaky noises..) Fluff when Vader finds him afterwards would be very welcome :-)

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“Its just a
meeting Anakin.” The older man chuckled, fixing his tunics and
belts before turning to his younger lover with a smile. “I imagine
we’re going to talk about something very boring or battle related
and then I’ll come back and we can head off.” He leaned in and
kissed the other sweetly but pulled away before he could muss Obi-Wan
up too much.

Anakin whined a bit
then sighed. “Fine. Fine. But you’re taking me on a date
somewhere afterward.” The two grinned at each other.

“Somewhere fun, I
promise love.” Obi-Wan pulled on his robe and headed towards the
door, stopping when Anakin grasped him by the end, having bounced
from the couch. “Ani?”

“…Be careful?”
Anakin murmured. “I…have a bad feeling.” He added quietly and
kissed the other gently on the cheek.

Blinking, Obi-Wan
stared at him before smiling softly and kissing Anakin again. “Of
course.” He slipped out of their quarters.

And that was the
last Anakin saw of him for hours as he paced their quarters, tried to
call him and then finally…

Obi-Wan disappeared
from the Force.

Anakin froze, eyes
wide.

He didn’t even
need to know what had happened to know who had done it.

The remains of the
council that had yet to die for Palpatine’s plans.

He marched out of
the room and headed for the speeders.

()()()

“I know.” Was
the first words out of Sheev’s mouth when Anakin let himself into
the office, the man staring out the window at the temple. “They
have him, most likely in the cells of the temple.” He tilted his
head, narrowing his eyes slowly. “It was too good to hope they
wouldn’t catch onto his change of allegiance.”

“What can we do?”
Anakin moved towards him slowly, staring at him.

He needed to get
Obi-Wan away from the council, needed to get him back in his arms
before… before…

Before what?

Before they did
something to Obi-Wan’s mind?

Changed him back
into the cold and aloof person he had been in the start of Anakin’s
apprenticeship?

Take away what had
made Anakin love the man?

Utterly adore
everything that was Obi-Wan from the hairs on the arch of his feet to
his self loathing to the smile that would light up a room?

…Okay fine they
couldn’t take the hairs on his feet but the point still stood.

“I have one way
to… finish this all…a modified order 66 that can go live to all
clones.” Palpatine drawled, seemingly calm but Anakin could spot
his clenched hand.

“A modified
order?” Anakin swallowed and then jerked back when yellow eyes
stared at him.

“A modified
assassin order yes. The original purpose was to eradicate all Jedi
with this order… however I needed to…modify it because of
Obi-Wan.” His eyes flickered back to the temple. “However…
sending it live to all clones will tip of the rest of the Jedi in the
temple as they would march on the temple.” His eyes flickered back
to Anakin. “A smaller team however…”

Anakin stared back
and then swallowed. “I’d do anything for Obi-Wan.”

“Then it comes
down to this, are your principles as a Jedi worth more then Obi-Wan’s
love?”

Anakin looked back
to the temple.

Then he slowly slid
down on one knee in front of the other man. “…I will
do…whatever you want me to do.”

()()()

It was so damn hard
to focus, with both the sedative in his system and the Force
suppressors in his systems. Yet he could still focus enough to stare
at Yoda and Mace talking outside the cell they had deposited him in.

Focus enough to
listen to them speak though, not.

He reached up and
pushed his hair out of the way, gagging a bit on the drugs in his
systems that he couldn’t counter or filter at all as he clenched
his eyes shut and pressed his back against the wall for some focus.

“Hmm, to much
perhaps given to him.”

“We can’t take
a risk until we know Master Yoda. We know his loyalty is in question
but we ne-”

Blaster fire, the
sound of lightsabers and then a terrible kind of silence that got
broken by hurried steps and a low cursing.

No wait, Obi-Wan
knew that voice…

He forced his eyes
open yet all he saw was darkness as someone wrapped him in a tight
hug.” Obi-Wan!”

“Ani?” He
whispered in turn, shuddering a bit as he wrapped his arms back
around the other. “How…did… you smell of ashes…” He grunted
into the others shoulder.

“I know, we can
talk about that later. Much later. I need to get you to the healers
right now so you need to sleep.”

Without
defenses, Obi-Wan fell asleep in the others arms as Anakin stood,
glancing down at the dead high council members, lips pinched together
as his eyes swirled darkly with yellow. And then it disappeared as he
nodded to the troopers to clean up and set the stage. “We only have
another half hour until the cameras turn back on. Be quick.” He
hissed. “Your orders?”

“We
were never here, we were at the barracks like good soldiers, awaiting
orders.” Cody offered, wearing a white uniform without markings.
Just shinys out on patrol.

Anakin
nodded and adjusted Obi-Wan in his arms.

Now
came the difficult part…

In the Sheevsson verse could you please write Anakin and/or Sheev actually being grateful for the clones that protect Obi-wan. What kind(s) of situations would prompt that reaction from a sith or sith-to-be?

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“…He was
uninjured?” The two looked to the couch where Obi-Wan was stretched
out, his breathing soft and slow and amazing enough the bags beneath
his eyes seemed to becoming smaller, his face more serene as of
lately.

“His troopers
saved him.” Anakin confirmed. “Grievous would have broken his
back if it wasn’t for his troopers, as it was he only came from it
with minor bruises.” He sighed a bit. “The war is getting… more
dangerous for him. Grievous and Ventress are…relentless.”

Sheev sat back,
eyes still on Obi-Wan. “I see.”

“…Please call
them off.” Anakin swallowed, acknowledging what he had suspected
based on Obi-Wan’s words. “They can’t…Ventress has already
tortured him once. I can’t have that happen to him again.”

“She was punished
for that.” Sheev hummed, not telling Anakin that the punishment
came from failing instead of capturing and torturing Obi-Wan.

She was not to know
about the real ties between Obi-Wan and the Sith master, they could
not have that.

Still…he got some
satisfaction out of taking his displeasure at his sons injuries on
her.

“And without
tipping everyone, I can’t call them off Obi-Wan…as much as I want
to.” Sheev rubbed his chin slowly, staring at the steadily
breathing man. “That’s why you are with him after all, to protect
him…and his troopers.”

“His men are very
protective.” Anakin confirmed, his tone relieved as he said it.
Force he couldn’t count the amount of times Cody and the rest had
saved Obi-Wan from decapitation, amputation, crush damage and death
in so many different shapes or forms.

“Yes they are.
Its a…worry off my back to know he has such loyal men with him at
all times.” The chancellor hummed then looked out the window, eyes
narrowed at the Jedi temple. There were still half a council left to
take care off but things were coming along. Still, he worried…

Obi-Wan was easy
prey in the temple.

If they suspected
him…

If they found any
form for evidence…

“…I will warn
you only once Skywalker, hurt him and the Council will be the least
of your worries.” Sheev whispered, his tone a heavy promise.

“If anyone is
going to hurt him, it will be you.” Anakin shot back, eyes narrowed
before he shifted a bit. “But I get it. I don’t want to hurt him.
I want to make sure he stays safe and sound and… and loved. I’ll
make sure he feels wanted.” He sighed.

“You better. He
looks healthier now.” Sheev murmured.

“I think…I
think he had some time to process things.” The blond offered,
rubbing the back of his neck. “He started to sleep a bit better at
times and he…doesn’t seem so guilty all the time about…things.”
He didn’t go into details just in case.

They went quiet for
a bit when Obi-Wan mumbled and turned on the couch, his hand falling
off it from under the blanket, fingertips trailing the floor ever so
slightly.

“Tell me, is he
happy? Does he laugh?” The Sith questioned ever so carefully.

“I can make him
laugh. He…isn’t doing well with the war, he’s lost some weight
but I try to make him smile. His men makes him smile.”

“I see.”

The two went quiet
again.

“Perhaps I should
personally request him for one of my relief aid, he and his men…a
break from the front.” Sheev hummed ideally.

Anakin, loath to be
separated from Obi-Wan, only nodded.

It honestly sounded
good for Obi-Wan, to be away from the front line.

And Force if he
could know the other would be safe from Ventress and Grievous then
he’d take it, Grievous looked determined to have Obi-Wan’s saber!

“He’d enjoy
that sir, helping people. He was always in a better mood when he
could help someone then fight them.”

“He has a kind
heart that’s been exposed to traumas.” Sheev stapled his fingers
together. “It left its scars…after all, burned dogs shuns the
fire. Obi-Wan shuns emotions.”

‘And you used it
to your advantage.’ Anakin didn’t say it but he was thinking it
and Sheev obviously felt it from how he watched the knight.

“…He’ll be
taken care of now.” The old man offered quietly.

“…Yes.”

They went back to
the silence only filled with the ambiance of Coruscant and Obi-Wan’s
rhythmic breathing.

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“…He was
uninjured?” The two looked to the couch where Obi-Wan was stretched
out, his breathing soft and slow and amazing enough the bags beneath
his eyes seemed to becoming smaller, his face more serene as of
lately.

“His troopers
saved him.” Anakin confirmed. “Grievous would have broken his
back if it wasn’t for his troopers, as it was he only came from it
with minor bruises.” He sighed a bit. “The war is getting… more
dangerous for him. Grievous and Ventress are…relentless.”

Sheev sat back,
eyes still on Obi-Wan. “I see.”

“…Please call
them off.” Anakin swallowed, acknowledging what he had suspected
based on Obi-Wan’s words. “They can’t…Ventress has already
tortured him once. I can’t have that happen to him again.”

“She was punished
for that.” Sheev hummed, not telling Anakin that the punishment
came from failing instead of capturing and torturing Obi-Wan.

She was not to know
about the real ties between Obi-Wan and the Sith master, they could
not have that.

Still…he got some
satisfaction out of taking his displeasure at his sons injuries on
her.

“And without
tipping everyone, I can’t call them off Obi-Wan…as much as I want
to.” Sheev rubbed his chin slowly, staring at the steadily
breathing man. “That’s why you are with him after all, to protect
him…and his troopers.”

“His men are very
protective.” Anakin confirmed, his tone relieved as he said it.
Force he couldn’t count the amount of times Cody and the rest had
saved Obi-Wan from decapitation, amputation, crush damage and death
in so many different shapes or forms.

“Yes they are.
Its a…worry off my back to know he has such loyal men with him at
all times.” The chancellor hummed then looked out the window, eyes
narrowed at the Jedi temple. There were still half a council left to
take care off but things were coming along. Still, he worried…

Obi-Wan was easy
prey in the temple.

If they suspected
him…

If they found any
form for evidence…

“…I will warn
you only once Skywalker, hurt him and the Council will be the least
of your worries.” Sheev whispered, his tone a heavy promise.

“If anyone is
going to hurt him, it will be you.” Anakin shot back, eyes narrowed
before he shifted a bit. “But I get it. I don’t want to hurt him.
I want to make sure he stays safe and sound and… and loved. I’ll
make sure he feels wanted.” He sighed.

“You better. He
looks healthier now.” Sheev murmured.

“I think…I
think he had some time to process things.” The blond offered,
rubbing the back of his neck. “He started to sleep a bit better at
times and he…doesn’t seem so guilty all the time about…things.”
He didn’t go into details just in case.

They went quiet for
a bit when Obi-Wan mumbled and turned on the couch, his hand falling
off it from under the blanket, fingertips trailing the floor ever so
slightly.

“Tell me, is he
happy? Does he laugh?” The Sith questioned ever so carefully.

“I can make him
laugh. He…isn’t doing well with the war, he’s lost some weight
but I try to make him smile. His men makes him smile.”

“I see.”

The two went quiet
again.

“Perhaps I should
personally request him for one of my relief aid, he and his men…a
break from the front.” Sheev hummed ideally.

Anakin, loath to be
separated from Obi-Wan, only nodded.

It honestly sounded
good for Obi-Wan, to be away from the front line.

And Force if he
could know the other would be safe from Ventress and Grievous then
he’d take it, Grievous looked determined to have Obi-Wan’s saber!

“He’d enjoy
that sir, helping people. He was always in a better mood when he
could help someone then fight them.”

“He has a kind
heart that’s been exposed to traumas.” Sheev stapled his fingers
together. “It left its scars…after all, burned dogs shuns the
fire. Obi-Wan shuns emotions.”

‘And you used it
to your advantage.’ Anakin didn’t say it but he was thinking it
and Sheev obviously felt it from how he watched the knight.

“…He’ll be
taken care of now.” The old man offered quietly.

“…Yes.”

They went back to
the silence only filled with the ambiance of Coruscant and Obi-Wan’s
rhythmic breathing.

Hi! I absolutely loved your last sheevson au fic. What will happen now that the Jedi know Obi-Wan can’t be trusted? Has Qui-Gon told them Obi-Wan’s relation to the sith? Or that Anakin is going to fall soon? Thank you <3

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“Obi-Wan.” The Jedi kept his head
low and continued working on his report.

This was a dream.

He knew it was a dream.

It was only in his dreams that he saw
the owner of this particular voice.

There was a deep sigh and then the
couch dipped beside him, Obi-Wan flinching faintly.

“Oh where did I go wrong Obi-Wan?”

“…Perhaps you shouldn’t have
shoved me aside for the chosen one, did you think about that?”
Obi-Wan finally responded as the pad seemed to turn into dust in his
hands and disappear.

“Shoved you aside? You were ready to
be a knight Obi-Wan.” The voice added, a touch dry and Obi-Wan’s
head snapped up to glare at the owner of it, meeting Qui-Gon’s deep
blue eyes.

“Oh that’s rich coming from a man
who less then a week before had said I had much to learn. Okay, lets
ignore that fact and instead focus that you on your dying breath made
me promise to train someone when I was still your padawan. Lets
instead focus on the fact that I barely became a knight by killing a
sith. Lets focus on the fact that you never apologized!”

“So you’d renounce your loyalty to
the Order?” Qui-Gon questioned mildly. “Based on my mistakes?”

“I would rather see the order pruned
of those who would hamper its evolution YES.” Obi-Wan gritted his
teeth, guilt and shame swirling in his core.

“And you would listen to your father
like Xanatos before you and love Anakin?” The Jedi Master
questioned ever so quietly.

“No. No you will NOT blame me or
compare me to Xanatos.” Obi-Wan stood, backing from the other even
as Qui-Gon stood too and followed slowly. “You will not judge me
for loving when I fully well know that you loved Tahl enough to
almost Fall. You will not judge me when you left me all alone with a
broken bond and a promise I should NEVER have given.”

“And that makes your own faults
okay?” Qui-Gon whispered.

Obi-Wan stared at him, his back to the
wall and closed his eyes, centering himself before he opened his eyes
to stare at Qui-Gon. “No. But I was not the one to break me. I was
not the one who left a twelve year old to felt unwanted and unworthy.
I was not the one to leave a fourteen year old in an active war zone.
I was not the one who made a fourteen year feel he had to sacrifice
everything to prove himself worthy…I was not the one to make a
twenty five year old feel like he was nothing more then that same
unwanted twelve year old.”

The two stared at each other.

“And the sith does?”

“He’s manipulated me. He’s used
every fault I had against me. And yet he’d protect me with tooth
and nail. I know who I can trust in this galaxy.” Obi-Wan felt his
shoulders slowly relax. “And its not the council.”

His eyes snapped open to the dark of a
tent and Obi-Wan breathed out.

‘Oh…’ He swallowed sharply and
then slowly sat up, stroking his hand over his tear stained face in
the dark.

Yet…

Yet there was a feeling of relief.

Of knowing where he was going.

Of knowing what and who he was.

He was Obi-Wan Kenobi, son of Sheev
Palpatine and future grandmaster of the Jedi Order.

‘…Force forgive me but the Order
has lost its way.’ He pulled his knees up and buried his face in
them with a shudder. ‘Forgive me.’

Hi! I absolutely loved your last sheevson au fic. What will happen now that the Jedi know Obi-Wan can’t be trusted? Has Qui-Gon told them Obi-Wan’s relation to the sith? Or that Anakin is going to fall soon? Thank you <3

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“Obi-Wan.” The Jedi kept his head
low and continued working on his report.

This was a dream.

He knew it was a dream.

It was only in his dreams that he saw
the owner of this particular voice.

There was a deep sigh and then the
couch dipped beside him, Obi-Wan flinching faintly.

“Oh where did I go wrong Obi-Wan?”

“…Perhaps you shouldn’t have
shoved me aside for the chosen one, did you think about that?”
Obi-Wan finally responded as the pad seemed to turn into dust in his
hands and disappear.

“Shoved you aside? You were ready to
be a knight Obi-Wan.” The voice added, a touch dry and Obi-Wan’s
head snapped up to glare at the owner of it, meeting Qui-Gon’s deep
blue eyes.

“Oh that’s rich coming from a man
who less then a week before had said I had much to learn. Okay, lets
ignore that fact and instead focus that you on your dying breath made
me promise to train someone when I was still your padawan. Lets
instead focus on the fact that I barely became a knight by killing a
sith. Lets focus on the fact that you never apologized!”

“So you’d renounce your loyalty to
the Order?” Qui-Gon questioned mildly. “Based on my mistakes?”

“I would rather see the order pruned
of those who would hamper its evolution YES.” Obi-Wan gritted his
teeth, guilt and shame swirling in his core.

“And you would listen to your father
like Xanatos before you and love Anakin?” The Jedi Master
questioned ever so quietly.

“No. No you will NOT blame me or
compare me to Xanatos.” Obi-Wan stood, backing from the other even
as Qui-Gon stood too and followed slowly. “You will not judge me
for loving when I fully well know that you loved Tahl enough to
almost Fall. You will not judge me when you left me all alone with a
broken bond and a promise I should NEVER have given.”

“And that makes your own faults
okay?” Qui-Gon whispered.

Obi-Wan stared at him, his back to the
wall and closed his eyes, centering himself before he opened his eyes
to stare at Qui-Gon. “No. But I was not the one to break me. I was
not the one who left a twelve year old to felt unwanted and unworthy.
I was not the one to leave a fourteen year old in an active war zone.
I was not the one who made a fourteen year feel he had to sacrifice
everything to prove himself worthy…I was not the one to make a
twenty five year old feel like he was nothing more then that same
unwanted twelve year old.”

The two stared at each other.

“And the sith does?”

“He’s manipulated me. He’s used
every fault I had against me. And yet he’d protect me with tooth
and nail. I know who I can trust in this galaxy.” Obi-Wan felt his
shoulders slowly relax. “And its not the council.”

His eyes snapped open to the dark of a
tent and Obi-Wan breathed out.

‘Oh…’ He swallowed sharply and
then slowly sat up, stroking his hand over his tear stained face in
the dark.

Yet…

Yet there was a feeling of relief.

Of knowing where he was going.

Of knowing what and who he was.

He was Obi-Wan Kenobi, son of Sheev
Palpatine and future grandmaster of the Jedi Order.

‘…Force forgive me but the Order
has lost its way.’ He pulled his knees up and buried his face in
them with a shudder. ‘Forgive me.’