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In shut me down did plo still find Ashoka and has she befriend obi as well??

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Humming quietly as he continued carving the wood slowly, Obi-Wan pretended not to notice the blue eyes watching him from the flower bush from the left.

They had been watching him for a while and initially, Obi-Wan had been uncertain how to deal with it, seeing as he was all alone but…

Well, after he figured out the who, he wasn’t so concerned.

After all, younglings of all races were merely curious and the Jedi Initiates were no different than those outside of the temple. Which was why Obi-Wan simply continued carving, working away on the canine taking shape.

He was actually rather impressed that she was keeping quiet still. At her age, Obi-Wan would have moved long ago but she was keeping still and quiet, simply observing him, not even moving her head or hands as far as Obi-Wan could tell.

She certainly made no sound and if it wasn’t for her lack at muffling her own Force aura, then he likely wouldn’t have noticed her at all.

Blowing on the carving to send the wood shavings away and into his lap instead, Obi-Wan eyed the figure taking shape before turning his head to glance at the bush, lips twitching as there was a little shift of leaves and flowers.

Likely he had surprised her by looking at the bush. “I don’t bite, you’re more than welcome to join me if you want.” Obi-Wan offered softly, patting the teal colored grass beside him even as he made sure to hold the carving knife securely. Yan would not be happy if Obi-Wan cut himself again by being thoughtless.

There was another shift in the bushes, some abashment joining the Force aura of the little one and then she came out, blinking at him with large blue eyes peering uncertainly at him as she patted out her Initiate shift.

A young togruta with white markings on her face, seemingly around the age of eight to ten if Obi-Wan was guessing correctly, her lekkus white and blue with a deep orange skin. If Obi-Wan was to take a guess, that meant her parents would have been from Shili and inland togrutas most likely, as the orange skin had developed to hide them in the orange grass fields of the inlands.

“Hello there little one.” He smiled gently at the togruta, wiggling his foot as he rested his carving in his lap, trying to come of as none-threatening as possible.

So far, she was the first one of the younglings to come this close to him and later on approach him when she was called out. Obi-Wan found himself curious why so many of them spied on him from time to time, everywhere from the commissary, the gardens, the meditations rooms, sparring halls and so on.

It had been a tad overwhelming, especially in the start when Obi-Wan was learning to deal with so many Force sensitive in one place once more.

Now seemed as good as any moment to maybe figure it out and sate the curiosity.

She bit her lips, showing small fangs and then she slowly made her way over. “Hello. Barris says you were a Jedi.” She stated shyly, pausing about a hand away from him.

Obi-Wan cocked his head, fingers of the hand holding the carving tapping at the wood. “I was, yes. Me and my grandmaster left many years ago but we’re back at the temple for protection.” He confirmed. ‘So that’s why they were curious…’ Obi-Wan thought with some amusement.

The rumors about them must have been spreading like fire in dry grass.

That seemed to be the right thing to say as she instantly perked up and seemed to relax at the same time, the young togruta sitting down with her lekkus twitching with excitement. “So its true that the other man you’re with left too? And that he was a master?” She gasped.

Laughing faintly, Obi-Wan nodded, going back to working on the akul carving. “Yes. His name is Yan Dooku, there’s a statue of him in the Archive among the Lost. I was just a knight,” He glanced at her once more. “I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi.” He introduced.

If he had thought her eyes had been big hearing about Yan, then it was nothing when she heard his name, blue eyes going so large that they almost eclipsed the white of her eyes. “You’re the Sith Slayer.” She gasped.

Obi-Wan winced, but she didn’t seem to notice and he forced himself to keep smiling. “That’s me. Now, how about you, who are you?” He questioned.

Pushing her chest out proudly, her lekkus practically dancing in their excitement, the youngling beamed with all her teeth on display, showing how she had been raised among humans as it bared her fangs as if a threat display. “I’m Ahsoka Tano!” She announced proudly. “I’m eight!” She held up both her hands, displaying eight fingers.

“Well meet, Ahsoka Tano.” Obi-Wan greeted, lips twitching into a genuine smile once more as he found himself meaning the greeting. ‘Well meet indeed youngling.’ He thought as she continued beaming at him.

shut me down, I just want to see more of Grandpa Dooku something like him and obi sharing a morning together or dooku caring about Obi like a good grandpa or Palpacreep makes his move and Dookku has to find him anf kick his ass, or whatever you want pleeeaaaseeeee

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Glancing up as he heard the door, Yan smiled as Obi-Wan rubbed at his eyes, his plushie wrapped up in his other arm.

After this many years, with Obi-Wan being a full adult now with a beard, the sight should not be endearing but…

Ah, Yan was a foolish old man and seeing Obi-Wan, hair mussed from sleep, still drowsy and his pjs wrinkled from sleep still gave him a sting of nostalgia from the earliest days when he started caring for the redhead.

He opted not to comment on that though, instead rising from the couch and setting his pad away, novel marked on the page he left off on. “Good morning Obi-Wan, did you make your bed?” He questioned quietly.

He could never tell what kind of day his grandson would have, if it be the kind where he’d be sensitive to everything and anything or if it be what people would consider ‘normal’. So Yan treated every day as if it was a sensitive day, just until he knew for sure.

Dropping his hand, the large blue sleeve coming down over it, Obi-Wan gave him a sleepy smile and a nod. “Mhmm. Good morning grandpa.” He greeted in return, moving over to the man and pausing in front of him.

Chuckling, Yan leaned down and pressed an affectionate kiss to the other’s forehead, grasping him by the shoulder to guide him to the kitchen. “Good, I will be peeking in while you shower after breakfast, just so you know.” He tacked on warningly, smiling more when Obi-Wan just hummed in answer, clearly not concerned.

Habits and routines were important for Obi-Wan well being and to ensure the layout of his day, it was why Yan reminded him of things, just in case as falling out of them could be a tad damaging to Obi-Wan.

But thankfully, Obi-Wan tended to stick to them pretty well, it could only become messy if something prevented him from doing things in the order he was used to. “What kind of breakfast would you like today?” Yan changed the subject a tad, glancing to the redhead as he pushed Obi-Wan to the kitchen table with a gentle hand.

Sitting down, Qui settled in his lap so he could have his hands free, Obi-Wan frowned slightly. “Nothing… mushy please.” He requested, his lip curling a tad with disgust.

Rubbing his chin at that, Yan glanced at the kitchen before letting out a small hum. ‘So its a texture day… good to know.’ He mused before smiling. “Well then, how about toast, some cured meat and an apple?” He questioned as he moved to flip on the water boiler, knowing at the very least that he wanted tea. None of the food he mentioned were mushy, so hopefully those would fly as they needed to restock their fridge.

Obi-Wan perked up at that. “Sounds lovely, though if we have some gouda, I’d like that too. What kind of tea are you making?” He watched Yan move about.

“I was thinking of just doing a black tea and adding some cream to mine. I can make some for you too,” Yan answered, smiling when Obi-Wan nodded eagerly. “As for the cheese…” Yan peeked into the fridge. “Yes, there is a small wedge left, you can have it if you want.” He smiled warmly, pulling out the cured meats he knew they had, placing it and the cheese platter on the counter.

Obi-Wan nodded happily. “Sounds lovely, I’ll have my tea bare.” He stated happily, settling in his chair to wait, absently fiddling with Qui’s ears as he peered at the faux ‘window’ of the kitchen that Yan had set to show the temple’s water garden.

All in all, just a normal morning for them and Yan couldn’t be anything but grateful for it as he prepared breakfast for himself and his grandson.

Hi Maddy! I love your writing, you are one of my favourite fanfic writers! I was wonder if we could please have more shutmedown? Maybe some interactions between plo and Anakin. I love them as a master Padawan pair.

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Bouncing out of the classroom while raising his hands high over his head, Anakin beamed at his master. “I passed!” He crooned out gleefully before crossing the few short steps and right into Plo’s arms, the kel dor chuckling lightly as he hugged his padawan.

“Well done Anakin, I knew you could do it.” The man praised quietly, playfully pulling on the others braid before making a sweeping motion for the other to follow him.

‘Yeah, you were the only one.’ Anakin mentally noted, following Plo. Anakin wasn’t stupid, he knew that due to his ADHD, he had issues sitting still for long periods of time, especially when it came to things that didn’t interest him.

And while Anakin excelled in lightsaber, katas, mechanics, advanced math and even languages due to his interest and natural affinity in the latter, more theoretical subjects like deep meditation, spirit trials and the study of theological Force aspects.

And he also struggled with lessons like cultural norms of the galaxy.

He had been about eighty percent certain he was going to fail the stupid semester and have to retake it with a younger class, just like Fenarra had to with them.

The teacher too had been pretty certain, dropping clues on the things Anakin would have to restudy for the next semester.

But Obi-Wan had sat down with him after hearing from Plo that Anakin was failing, and quietly spoken with him, giving him tips and studying with Anakin.

It had been… nice.

Having someone on his own level, that understood that Anakin needed to move at times and also was helpful instead of annoyed.

A study partner to work with instead of Plo coming to work with him.

Not everyone of his fellow classmates understood his ADHD needs after all.

“Count Dooku and Obi-Wan are waiting on us,” Plo announced, his hand still resting on Anakin’s shoulder, breaking through the line of thought and he chuckled when Anakin looked up at him in surprise. “They wanted to celebrate your achievement. Obi-Wan, just like I, believed you’d pass and convinced Yan too make a reservation.” The man smiled softly behind his mask.

‘…Make that two people who believed in me then…’ Anakin flushed slightly, smiling at his feet as he followed Plo to the elevator. Then he blinked heavily. “Wait, are we going out? I thought Obi-Wan wasn’t allowed to go outside of the temple due to the threat to his life?’ He questioned curiously, the implication not lost on him that it sounded like they were going for a meal somewhere.

Humming faintly, Plo inclined his head to the two knights in the elevator before focusing on Anakin. “Yes, this is true and normally they would not. However, the council has agreed that as former Jedi, they are both allowed to retain their sabers on Coruscant with the temple taking responsibility for their usage. And with two additional Jedi going as their ‘guards’,” Here Plo made air qoutes, causing Anakin’s lips to twitch into a small smile. “Their security is assured. Not that we are going too far from the temple, I’m not sure where Yan has made reservation but knowing that man, it would be somewhere fancy.”

‘I hope they got kel dor paste then.’ Anakin noted, a bit amused before turning eager.

He couldn’t wait to see Obi-Wan if he was honest.

He owed it to him that he passed.

Well, technically he owed it to both Plo and Obi-Wan, but having someone to study with had been a game changer.

Especially since Obi-Wan never got frustrated with him and instead just quietly engaged Anakin in whatever activity or behavior he needed to remain focused on the large wads of text he had to go through.

Honestly, sometimes Anakin felt like Obi-Wan was a heaven sent to him during these times.

It almost made him wonder, guiltily so, what having the man as a master would have been like.

Not that he’d ever trade out Master Plo, but you couldn’t help but wonder about the what-ifs sometimes.

‘…I think he works as a friend better though,’ Anakin thought to himself, stepping out with his master into the entrance hall, beaming brightly as he saw the black form of Dooku with Obi-Wan at his side, the other dressed in white and silver, clearly visible even from a distance. ‘My friend.’

Lovely moddy can we have more shut me down, more protective and caring Dokku plus Anakin pretty pleeeeeeseeeee

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Glancing hopefully about the water biome garden, Anakin perked up
when he noticed the silver haired human sitting on one of the stone
benches, shielded by one of the large trees. Quickly, he waved with
both his arms, getting Dooku’s attention and he had to bite down a
grin as he saw the man visibly sigh before he gestured to the north.

A wry expression but fond
expression crossed the man’s face, easing the slight snapping of a
snake in Anakin’s chest despite the man’s initial reaction.

“I’ll see you later
master!” He called over his shoulder as Plo strolled in after,
shooting off in the north direction as the kel dor simply chuckled at
his human padawan’s action, eyes flickering hurriedly over the area
in search of red.

Jogging north for about
ten minutes, Anakin finally saw what he was in search of.

Obi-Wan, laying on his
back in the grass with his arms under his head by one of the lakes of
the water biome, his chest rising and falling in steady motions,
sporting the red tunic Anakin had seen him in that morning before
class.

“OBI-WAN!”  He cried
out with delight, wincing when he saw the other flinch in shock and
sit up hurriedly, clearly startled.

He relaxed however when he
saw who it was, waving in return with a small face crossing his tired
face.

And he did look tired,
large, dark bags underneath his eyes clearly visible when Anakin
crossed the distance to his friend.

Flopping down on his
knees, Anakin stared worriedly at the other before holding his arms
open, smiling happily when Obi-Wan instantly leaned in to rest his
head on the Jedi’s shoulder, his arms snaking around Anakin’s
waist in turn to return a light hug. “Hey… sorry about startling
you.” He whispered.

A muffled hum rumbled into
his shoulder. “Is fine, was almost asleep. Had a bad night.”
Obi-Wan mumbled into his shoulder, his breath warming Anakin’s dark
tunic in the shoulder area.

Rubbing Obi-Wan’s back a
bit, Anakin mentally cursed as this would be the fourth day in a row
Obi-Wan was having sleep issues. “Were you trying to take a nap?”
He winced, guilt welling up in his chest harsh and fast, almost
choking him when Obi-Wan nodded into his shoulder. “Oh, okay, hmm…
okay here, how about you use my lap as your pillow?” Anakin
shifted, sitting down on his arse on the grass, gently pressing
Obi-Wan down.

The other slid easily
down, letting out a soft, tired noise as his head came to rest on the
blond’s lap. “You sure? You feel-” Obi-Wan let out a bone
cracking yawn. “Antsy.” He got out.

Reaching into his pocket,
Anakin pulled out a silver ring that he showed the other. “I am,
but I got this, so I should be okay.” He grinned as he let Obi-Wan
get a closer look as he squinted up at him.

Taking in the silver
details of gears with teeth on each side of the gears inside of the
ring, Obi-Wan’s face furrowed with confusion as he turned his
attention back to Anakin. “What is it?” Obi-Wan blinked up at the
other, blinking tired eyes.

“Master calls it a
stimming tool,” Anakin explained, showing Obi-Wan how he could move
the edges on each side and make the gears move inside of the ring.
“It’s a tool to help me self regulate my behavior when I’m
feeling antsy and energetic and I have to sit still. He has a few
more if this one fails to help but so far it’s been helping me in
classes.” Anakin explained before slipping it on and showing
Obi-Wan how he could use it while wearing it.

It made very little noise
and was just simply there, moving when Anakin touched it, either with
the Force or with his touch.

Master Plo had called it
for kinetic gear ring and so far Anakin was enjoying it, it was
helping, that he knew.

He also had a fidget
spinner, but that one made more noise and if Obi-Wan was already
tired so Anakin wasn’t about to pull it out and his squishy shaped
like a astromech was somewhere in his mess of a room.

For a long minute, Obi-Wan
squinted up at him before humming and letting out small nod, closing
his eyes when Anakin ran his fingers through the red hair and curling
the growing hair around his fingertips.

He could feel Obi-Wan
relaxing into his lap, feel him settling in comfortably as Anakin
massaged his scalp steadily, rubbing down the others nap and back up
in a careful touch, all the while using the Force to work with the
kinetic ring, settling as he peered down at Obi-Wan.

The others breath was slow
and steady, clearly on the verge of falling asleep with the
comforting touch and Anakin’s warmth.

Hey moddy thanks for opening the anon, yeah i am a little shy, so lets go to the busines can you continue shut me down, maybe what is planing Palpatine to do now that Dooku is in the temple, is he going to try someting more against them now that Ani and Obi are firends

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So
the boy was friends with Kenobi.

Staring
out his window, drumming his nails on the armlean of his chair,
Sidious narrowed his eyes in thought as he observed the glowing
lights of the Jedi tower.

He
had been enraged initially when Dooku had escaped to the Jedi temple,
Sifo-Dyas has gotten quite the trashing before Sidious had let the
man run off but now Sidious was wondering if it wasn’t for the
best.

This
broken once Jedi was friends with his apprentice to come.

Broken,
no longer a Jedi, someone who could be formed attachment to and could
form an attachment in return. Originally he had intended to get young
Amidala in with Skywalker, to cultivate a relationship between the
two since young Skywalker already had an attraction to the young
Senator.

Yet…

Kenobi
might be the better pick.

An
already broken up young former Jedi, who apparently had PTSD and
autism.

‘A
underdeveloped and easy to kill retard that needs others to protect
and guide him, so easy to get rid of and so easy to make young
Skywalker angry at the Jedi for loosing.’ Sidious smirked at his
window reflection.

Resting
his chin on his hands, Sidious chuckled quietly, eyes gleaming with
plots for the future.

()()()

Peering
at Obi-Wan’s hands and then looking up, Anakin blinked heavily. “So
you just work with your hands on clay instead of using the Force?”
He wiggled curious.

Humming
faintly, Obi-Wan nodded. “It’s… a physically nice sensation,
grounding to me. So I enjoy working with my hands with the clay to
shape things. Force sculptures are nice of course but they’re there
to help you refine your ability to use the Force. I know how to do
that, I like creating things with my hands more than with the Force
though.” He stated quietly before pausing, looking up and smiling a
bit at Anakin’s curious expression.

There
was a scraping noise and Anakin jumped in surprise, letting out a low
noise when the bowl of clay slid over to him.

“Go
ahead, the entire caff table is covered up, so if you want to make
something, you can too.” Obi-Wan murmured.

Brightening,
Anakin pulled his sleeves up so he wouldn’t get the clay on his
hands and quickly grabbed a good two fist big sized ball of clay from
the large bowl, setting it down in front of himself on the covered up
caff table.

He
started working on it quickly, kneading the clay like Obi-Wan had
done when Anakin arrived earlier. “So you just work it so it’s
easier to mold right?” He
questioned, working the light brown clay with his hands.

Humming,
Obi-Wan nodded. “It makes it supple so you can form it easier. Back
home, I have a pottery wheel to spin them but we don’t have them
here. Yan is trying to get me one but until then, I work with the
easier clay. You just need to work the clay and form it with water
before you bake it.” He stated quietly, content.

Working
with a medium, with clay and water and patience had always been nice
to him.

Just
like he liked drawing and playing his instruments.

A
little oasis in his own mind where he got to relax with his mind and
hands occupied.

It
didn’t always work of course, sometimes working with wet and slick
clay was just… too much.

But
other times it was just the thing to do.

And
having a friend working with him…

Glancing
at Anakin, Obi-Wan felt a small smile cross his lips as he watched
the blond knead and work the clay as best he could, clearly
fascinated with the texture just as much as Obi-Wan had been the
first time Yan had introduced him to it.

Obi-Wan
had a friend, a friend who was just as special as him and for the
first time since this entire endeavor happened, Obi-Wan couldn’t
help but feel happy to be back in the Jedi temple, regardless of the
why and the painful memories that was in the temple.

Because
there was also joy here.

Obi-Wan
had friend that was in the temple just as much as he was, compared to
Bant and the others, who were busy Jedi knights and having someone
beside Yan was filling a small void in Obi-Wan’s chest.

It
made him happy.

#shutmedown- how does dinner with Anakin and Plo go?

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Opening
up the door, Count Dooku stared at them in surprise before visibly
shaking
himself and smiling faintly. “Master Koon, young padawan Skywalker,
to what do I owe the pleasure?” He murmured calmly.

Smiling
faintly in return, Plo inclined his head. “We were hoping to invite
you and young Kenobi for dinner. It
seems the young ones have struck up a friendship and I would be more
than amendable to serving up human food in the oxygen rich kitchen
for you all,
if you don’t already have plans that is?” The Jedi master settled
on calmly while Anakin bounced excitedly on his heels, glancing over
Dooku’s shoulder for Obi-Wan, hopeful.

It
was a standard sized padawan and master quarters from what Anakin
could see and it also seemed to have the standard furniture since
Dooku and Obi-Wan weren’t living there, so the quartermaster had
only filled it with the basic couch, chairs and tables. Much to his
disappointment, he couldn’t see Obi-Wan on the faux black leather
couch in the room but he could be in the kitchenette he guessed.

Pausing,
Dooku frowned faintly before sighing and glancing over his shoulder
too. “I… do not believe we would be up for that today…” He
hesitated before gesturing for them to enter as
he stepped aside.
“Today has been a bad day for Obi-Wan.” He explained, dropping
his volum.

Blinking,
Anakin stepped in quickly and glanced around even as he removed his
boots, not seeing Obi-Wan anywhere. ‘Bad day, so maybe he’s
sleeping?’ He glanced to the closed doors only to look at Count
Dooku when he cleared his throat.

Instead
of verbally answering, he pointed towards the kitchenette’s table
and for a long, uncomprehending moment, Anakin stared.

Until
he glanced lower.

There
he was, Obi-Wan, sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest below
the kitchen table with the chair slightly pushed away from it to make
space under. He was sporting a pair of blue and silver headphones and
had a plushie in his arms, his chin leaned on his knees with his eyes
closed.

He
seemed to be sporting nightwear from what Anakin could tell, a very
soft blue set and a pair of fuzzy pink soaks.

A
black
blanket
with
white stars dotting it was
resting on top of the table.

“I
was about to cover the table when you knocked.” Dooku explained,
sighing a bit.

“Cover…”
Plo paused, peering at the former Jedi master for
an explanation.

“He
likes darkness when he’s like this.
Which is why
I brought
his hiding blanket
that
I
throw over the table he hides under for privacy.” The Count
explained, rubbing the back of his neck. “He need’s the quiet
when he has days like this, privacy and peace.” He continued before
shrugging, looking a bit defeated. “And I assume it makes him feel
safe.”

Occupied
with each other, the two didn’t notice Anakin make his way over
quietly, folding the blanket over the table and then sliding in under
along
with the redhead.

Obi-Wan
opened his eyes to thin slits, staring at Anakin before giving him a
grimacing smile, not saying a word.

Not
that he needed to as Anakin settled in beside him, waiting.

After
a moment, Obi-Wan put his head on Anakin’s shoulder instead, eyes
closing again as the blond just sat beside him.

Anakin
could feel the buzz of energy in his veins… but he could also feel
the closeness of Obi-Wan and he focused on that, on the sounds of the
others breathing and his warm
body.
Faintly he could also hear a low noise coming from the headphones and
if he strained himself a bit, he could hear something that sounded
like chimes or maybe bells.

Some
sort of calming music or something.

Maybe
a piano?

He
could ask later he figured as
he heard the two older men figure out that Anakin was gone, feeling
both of their eyes on the table for a long second before Yan offered
to play chess with Plo to pass the time.

Relaxing,
Anakin dared to sneak his arm around his friend, feeling Obi-Wan
settle even more into him with a soft noise.

Anakin
knew what it was like to have bad days and so he just sat, quietly
and calmly with his cheek resting on Obi-Wan’s head, sharing the
little dark space under the table.

So in Shut Me Down, does Palpatine try to use Ani to get at Obi or has Plo blocked that route?

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Shaking
his head, his hand on his padawan’s shoulder, Plo muttered quietly
in low tone to his padawan as
they made their way through the Rotunda hall.
“It makes me uneasy how fascinated and interested he seems to be
with you Anakin, be wary about him hmm?” The kel dor squeezed the
human’s shoulder fondly.

Humming
faintly, Anakin nodded. “Yeah, you know I wouldn’t have thought
about it if you hadn’t said it but I guess it’s kinda weird how
he keeps wanting to speak with me.” Anakin tucked his thumbs into
his belt, glancing up at his master.

“See,
this is why I did not allow unsupervised visits or meetings,” Plo
chuckled quietly. “You are my padawan and under my guardianship,
allowing you to meet alone with a stranger in their office would be a
fallacy in my care of you when I am not comfortable with the idea.”
The man said quietly, passing by a few senators.

When
the Chancellor had requested a young, very young Anakin Skywalker,
Plo had been beyond alarmed as Mace presented the Chancellor’s
request with the deepest of reluctance on his face. And as servants
of the Republic, they had to bow for the request from the highest
power of the Republic.

However,
that didn’t mean Plo had to let them meet alone, Plo had the time
and the authority to clear his schedule ahead of time to insure that
he would be able to go with Anakin every time and he shuddered to
think what a mission active Jedi would have been able to do in such a
situation.

No,
Plo did not like to think about how a mission active knight would
have fared with a young padawan who was under request from the
Chancellor.

He
ignored the fact that people were listening to their conversation as
the two Jedi made their way to the exit,
having more people aware of it was only a benefit considering what
Palpatine was up to and now more than ever he was sure that the man
was crooked since
Count Dooku had arrived with the grainy recording of the Chancellor.

It
was rather alarming to know that generally, most would have allowed
Anakin to meet with Palpatine unsupervised but Plo had always been…
protective of the young and it itched him the wrong way to allow a
powerful man to have a former slave freed in their office all alone.

He
didn’t want the man to fill Anakin’s head with the wrong kinds of
ideas or take advantage of him when he was a child and now…

Well,
Plo was rather certain he had taken the right choice.

Who
knew the kind of gas lighting the man could have exposed Plo’s
padawan to without the kel dor there to counteract whatever influence
the man might have gained over Anakin.

Plo
knew
that the Chancellor was Force sensitive and clearly also trained, so
he must feel how powerful Anakin was, even a young, untrained age.

Shaking
the depressing thoughts from his head, Plo smiled at Anakin instead
as he sent the teen
his
pride and affection through their bond. “I
heard from Shaak that you were speaking with young Obi-Wan. Have you
been making a friend?” He questioned warmly.

Humming
faintly, Anakin smiled shyly and shrugged. “Well maybe? We’re
both none neuro typical, so we understand each other. Obi-Wan
displaces stuff all the time too just like I do.” He stated
cheerfully as they turned the corner and made their way out the doors
to find their skycar that they had parked earlier.

Letting
out an understanding rumble, Plo nodded. “I see young one, yes
finding common ground is important and you do need more friends
Anakin.” Plo chided gently in amusement.

Flushing,
Anakin tugged his master towards their skycar. “I can’t help it
that I’m always on the move!” He spluttered out, laughing as he
jumped into their car, dislodging Plo’s hand from his shoulder.

Letting
out a deep, rumbling laugh, the palates in his mouth shifting a bit,
Plo slid into the passenger side. “If I didn’t know how energy
you were, I’d try to put you in the meditation corner.” He teased
as he buckled in, letting Anakin drive.

“No
you wouldn’t,” The padawan shot back with an answering laugh. “We both
know moving meditation works best for me.” Anakin responded
teasingly before starting up the skycar with a happy hum.

Reaching
out, ruffling the short spikes, Plo relaxed into his seat as Anakin
took them out into the traffic. “Indeed young one, indeed. Let’s
get home now, maybe we can invite Count Dooku and young Obi-Wan for
dinner.” He hummed contemplatively while Anakin let out a happy
cheer under his breath.

Oblivious
and rather content to be going home, both were unaware of the
glowering presence watching them from the height of the Rotunda, the
darkness wondering how people kept interfering with his plans when he
was so close to succeeding
in the intermediate section of his plot.

So
close to initiating the next phase.

Yes
flickering between yellow and pale gray focused on the temple of the
Jedi and the targets living inside it, a sneer gracing the face of
the hidden Sith.

No
matter.

He
would still get what he wanted even if that damn alien was in the way
of him getting to the most powerful Force user yet to be born in the
galaxy.

So in Shut me down can we have more fluff? and how Obi wan reacts when he meets again with Anakin? and is Palpatine still a threat to him and Dooku? so many questions i hope you don’t mind ;)

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Looking
up from his wood carving, Obi-Wan watched the Jedi move about before
lowering his eyes back to the wooden rose he was working on with
steady hands. Wood carving had always been something to sooth him,
use energy and still his mind at the same time while creating at the
same time.

And
what he made became wonderful gifts frankly, people enjoyed getting
them from Obi-Wan.

Or
well, Yan did at least and a few of the staff when Obi-Wan had given
them it on Serenno.

But
they were cut well, Obi-Wan had enjoyed carving since Qui-Gon had
introduced him to it ages ago.

He
paused a bit when another slumped down beside him and then continued
carving, feeling blue eyes watching his hands as neither said
anything, only the sounds of the critters around them and a bubbling
river filling the air.

Oh
and the two knights having sex behind that boulder but Obi-Wan rather
hoped the other wouldn’t notice that since
he had only noticed one moan that had him coughing loudly to alert
them he was there.

Or
maybe it didn’t matter?

Anakin
Skywalker was seventeen after all.

Finally
the quiet was interrupted. “That’s very pretty.” The teen
murmured.

Pausing
again, Obi-Wan glanced shyly at Anakin, a bit confused as the padawan
continued sitting at his side.

He
seemed… healthy.

He
was sporting a dark set of Jedi robe in traditional cut but
considering Obi-Wan could smell engine oil, maybe that was a wise
decision on both Master Plo and padawan Skywalker’s side.

“Thank
you… I enjoy carving when I have the time.” He finally answered,
lowering his work down into his lap, Qui settled against his stomach.

Quirking
his lips, Anakin nodded. “It’s a good hobby… I’m… happy to
see you’re doing better.” Anakin murmured suddenly.

Blinking
a bit, Obi-Wan wondered if the other had seen him when he was still a
boy.

Catching
not the confusion, Anakin rubbed at his neck. “It’s just… we
spent a few weeks together because of Naboo and I… well I wasn’t
trained but I was very intuitive to emotions… you were… very
broken.” He stated a bit tactlessly but not untruthfully.

Thumbing
his carving a bit, Obi-Wan let out a considering noise. “…I have
quite a few mental conditions. It makes it harder for me and when
master died, it made it all worse.” He offered up as steadily as he
could.

It
still hurt so much to talk about Qui-Gon even though he had healed
some thanks to Yan.

“Oh,
I got ADHD on my end.” Anakin said brightly.

Huffing
in surprise, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but smile in return. “I… I
got autism, not a lot but apparently enough to effect my emotions. I
don’t always understand and I’m a bit sensitive to… things.”
He finished a bit lamely.

He
colored when Anakin just blinked at him for a moment though finally
the blond made a sound of realization. “So that’s why the plushie
was so important. Do you displace things a lot?” He asked
curiously.

Sighing
deeply, Obi-Wan nodded. “All the time,” He stated mournfully,
settling comfortably on the grass below him as he engaged with
Anakin, the lack of judgment from the other refreshing. “I swear a
black hole just opens up and swallows things.” Obi-Wan wanted to
say he wasn’t pouting but he felt like he was.

Wrinkling
his nose, Anakin nodded. “I loose things all the time too. Master
says my brain functions differently, it’s part of the reason my
brain was all over before but it makes it hard for me to focus
sometimes if the subject isn’t to my liking.”

Snorting,
Obi-Wan nodded, along, smiling as he found another who wasn’t neuro
typical.

Someone
like him for once, even if they were there because his life had been
threatened by that greasy puss bag they called a chancellor.

Oh
he wasn’t stupid after all, he knew why they were in the temple. It
was one of the very few places the chancellor hadn’t any real authority
and therefore Obi-Wan would be safe.

And
maybe he could make a new friend even.

He’d
like that.

‘Birds
of a feather as they say…’ Obi-Wan smiled, showing Anakin the
rose as he went back to carving, the Jedi’s chatter washing over
him like a calm wave.

so in shut me down can we have the jedis searching for the plushie Obi Wan lost

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It
felt weird, having others around who knew of Obi-Wan’s condition
that wasn’t a droid and to be able to trust them not to take
advantage of it.

Yan
hadn’t trusted anyone with Obi-Wan in years
but now…

Well,
he had to find Qui and since Obi-Wan didn’t know where Qui was, he
had gone to Mace and spoken with him and now the entire temple was on
the lookout for the lothcat with everyone knowing that it belonged to
Obi-Wan.

Therapy
animals weren’t an unknown factor in the temple though Yan did not
think plushies for adult were that common.

But
that was what brought Obi-Wan calm and the one time he had approached
the concept of Obi-Wan having a living animal for companionship the
other had gone into a minor panic attack while muttering up a storm
into Yan’s shoulder about how living things die.

So
that idea had been scrapped, at least for now.

Plants
however he had managed to carefully introduce into Obi-Wan’s sphere
of hobbies.

Wood
carving, plant care, language lessons, puzzles,
reading and lastly Obi-Wan had gotten into music, playing an ocarina.

Pausing,
Yan stared blankly at an old marble statue of some bothan Jedi from
ancient ages as he thought of the ocarina, a beautiful silver and
blue thing that he in the beginning had thought was just a trinket
Obi-Wan had wanted.

And
Yan wasn’t one to deny Obi-Wan anything he asked for, not when he
so rarely asked for anything in particular for his own enjoyment.

Just
a trinket he thought, something to decorate his room with… until he
heard Obi-Wan playing, the redhead lost in his own music as he had
taught himself how to play the little ocarina. Lost in the music, in
his mind, in the calmness it was the most at peace Yan had seen him
outside of when the other was sleeping or with his plants.

Carefully
he had encouraged his boy, praising his self taught skill because an
ocarina wasn’t a well known instrument but it was a pretty sound
even if it could sound mournful.

A
pretty instrument in pale hands.

Shaking
his head for the memory, Yan rubbed his beard with his fingers as he
glanced about the hall he was in. As far as he remembered, he and
Obi-Wan had passed through this one on the way to the Serenno cuisine
commissary yesterday for breakfast and Yan was sure
he had seen Qui with Obi-Wan at the time.

Maybe
they lost Qui in the commissary?

‘He
could have slipped out of Obi-Wan’s pocket or belt quite easily
actually, as I remember, Obi-Wan was rather excitedly shifting around
while speaking with Vos.’ Yan frowned before nodding firmly to
himself and making his way towards the commissary.

Only
to stop when his name was called behind him, the human pausing and
turning to find master Luminara Unduli gracefully flowing towards
him. “Master Yan, I’m glad I caught you.” She smiled happily.

Inclining
his head, Yan smiled in return. “I’m always happy to give my
attention to those who ask for it but I have to admit I was actually
on my wa-” He stopped talking when Luminara held up a gray dappled
lothcat teddy with a sappy smile and bright blue gem eyes. “You
found Qui.” He breathed out as he accepted the toy.

Chuckling
softly, Luminara nodded, gesturing towards a statue. “I believe the
cleaning droids had somehow pushed it behind the statue. You may want
to give it a gentle wash before you give it back to Obi-Wan.” She
stated calmly.

Examining
the soft toy carefully, Yan nodded absently.

Some
of the gray was dust so a careful wash was for sure in the cards not
to mention there was a little tear in one of the legs he would have
to sew up.

It
wouldn’t be the first time, as careful as Obi-Wan was with Qui, he
was six years old and cuddled regularly. “Thank you so much Master
Luminara, Obi-Wan has been missing him.” Yan breathed out and
smiled warmly at her.

He
got a slow blink in return before her smile softened. “Being
paternal suits
you
Count, you seem more… balanced than the last time I saw you.”
Luminara hummed.

Blinking
at her, Yan just ended up inclining his head before excusing himself
to go care for Qui, hoping to surprise Obi-Wan with his toy, clean
and tended to.

in shut me down. You have Obi-wan has autism. I studied it in collage for a semester. Can we have have some of Obi-wan showing symptoms. Like when he gets overwhelmed he starts rocking back and forth and Yan being able to help him but the other Jedi are finally seeing that Obi-wan was hurt badly.

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Compared
to Serenno and the mansion, the temple is loud,
loud in the Force, loud in noise despite it being a temple full of
Jedi who are calm and collected for the most part.

And
normally it is easy to handle, especially in the Archives, which is
one of the quietest of spaces in the entire temple maybe outside the
vaults.

But
for someone with special needs… it can become overwhelming and Yan
is ashamed to admit that it takes in a bit too long to notice how
Obi-Wan hands are fisted into his tunic and the way he is rocking
back and forth on his feet, eyes narrowed into watery slits at
even the soft buzz of conversation and Force in the Archives.

Excusing
himself from his conversation with Jocasta, Yan quickly closed
distance between himself and his ward, grasping Obi-Wan by the elbow.
“Obi-Wan.” He murmured quietly, getting the others attention.

Slowly,
watery green eyes focused on him and Obi-Wan let out a tiny pitched
whine from
his throat,
his knees visibly trembling as he forced himself to stop rocking.

“You
don’t have to say anything,” Yan murmured quietly, all too aware
that in the stillness of the Archive, most Jedi would hear him. “Just
nod. Do you want to go back to our rooms? Or a shielded meditation
room?” He questioned even as he wondered where the soft tooka toy
he got the other was. “Nod for our room, shake for meditation
room.” He tacked on even as he avoided patting the others pockets
for the plushie.

It
generally helped Obi-Wan retain some comfort but it seemed the other
hadn’t brought it with him.

Slowly
Obi-Wan nodded and Yan let out a breath, nodding in return before
tucking Obi-Wan’s elbow into his arm and guiding him out of the
Archive with steady steps and a comforting arm.

‘It
must be the too
difference, he’s not used to having so many Force sensitive around
again and it’s become overwhelming. Kark I knew things went too
easy in getting here.’ Yan thought angerly to himself for not
having thought of this before.

Of
course things were going too
easy even if they were in a roundabout way fleeing Serenno for safety
on Coruscant to a place where Palpatine couldn’t get his hands on
Obi-Wan but Yan hadn’t thought this
would become a problem.

‘It
must be so loud in his head… too many flashes and points of static
noise.’ He thought sadly to himself even as he guided them into the
elevator. “We should start bringing around your headphones and
maybe also bring little Qui, yes?” He stated softly in the privacy
of their elevator.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan turned and hid his face in Yan’s shoulder, shaking a bit.
“Lost.” He got out.

‘So
that’s why he didn’t bring Qui,’ Yan rubbed the back of the
others head a bit, fingers stroking through the soft strands. ‘He
lost him somewhere in the quarters.’ That did explain a whole lot.

By
the time he got Obi-Wan to their quarters, he was pretty sure the
gossip lines were in full activity and it didn’t shock him, when
later at night, that Mace showed up at the door with a small frown on
his face.

“He’s
alright,” Yan stated before the other could ask, letting him into
the quarters. “He just had a small episode, it happens.” He
explained quietly before gesturing to the couch where Obi-Wan was
curled up, working on a model ship.

Visibly
relaxing, Mace nodded while setting his boots aside. “Good to hear,
we were worried when the news reached us and the council sent me to
check so not to overwhelm him with too many visitors.” Mace stated quietly.

“I
can hear you two, you know.” Obi-Wan cut in with a soft voice, some
annoyance trapped in it.

Chuckling
softly as Mace jumped in surprise, Yan moved to the couch and ruffled
Obi-Wan’s hair. “Indeed you can, but as you know, Mace is only
here to check so please greet him.” Yan murmured in an equally soft
tone.

Shifting,
putting his model ship down on the caff table, Obi-Wan turned enough
to bow his head to the master of the order. “Master Mace.”

“Serah
Obi-Wan.” Mace returned, a small smile on his face as he took in
the affectionate relationship. Well, whatever concern there had been,
Mace would be more than happy to report that Obi-Wan was fine as long
as the Jedi learned not to overwhelm him and Obi-Wan could figure out
the situation.

And
he had a strong supporter at his side, Yan’s
warm smile speaking clear as day about his affection for his boy.