Settling
down in front of his master, Anakin tilted his head curiously as he
watched the other meditate.

It
felt different from how everyone else among the Sith meditated.

If
Anakin were to describe it… being beside Qui-Gon was like listening
to an ocean in storm but Obi-Wan…

Obi-Wan
was like a rock skipped
over a lake,
its dept hidden
until you dared to step into it and find out, deceitfully serene with
roots at the bottom you would get tangled up in and drown if you
dared to dive to far down.

Anakin
assumed that had to do with his past years as a Jedi, the other
combining things to make himself better and choosing which parts he
wanted to keep as he reintegrated into the temple.

Looking
back, Anakin beamed as Qui-Gon joined them in the meditation chamber
and squawked quietly when the man leaned
down to ruffled his
hair. “How is he doing?” The older sith questioned quietly with a
small smile on his lined face as
he rested his hand on Anakin’s head.

“Seems
good, he’s been meditating for a good two hours but he said he
would be earlier.” Anakin shrugged then giggled a bit when Obi-Wan
picked that exact moment to open his eyes and give them a lazy smile.

“Hello
Ani, master Qui-Gon,” He hummed out thickly before clearing his
throat and getting up to stretch steadily and carefully until his
spine popped. “Oh that’s so much better.”

Chortling
some more as he held out his hands, Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan up on his
feet. “I’m sure it feels that way. I have to say, your meditation
was interesting.” He raised a brow as Obi-Wan pulled Anakin up.

Snorting,
Obi-Wan shrugged. “I’m trying to mix my Sith memories and my Jedi
memories. Its a bit difficult but I am making some head ways in
remembering,” He said before giving the other a wryly shy smile.
“Like the fact that you once spent three days helping me go to the
fresher because I was sick with the Anatollan flue and every time I
got up my muscles would cramp up on me.”

Qui-Gon
let out a surprised huff then pulled Obi-Wan into a hug with a laugh.
“Of course its the embarrassing memories for you that you manage to
find first though being fair, to me it was just a part of being your
master. Everyone gets sick.” He ruffled Obi-Wan’s hair.

Smiling
wryly with pink still in his cheeks, Obi-Wan shrugged. “Maybe but
at least the Jedi training was good for something with it allowing me
to go this deep into my own subconscious to re-find those old
memories.”

Grimacing
heavily, Qui-Gon kept an arm around Obi-Wan while placing his hand on
Anakin’s shoulder as they made their way out of the meditation
chamber. “I would have preferred the Jedi to never have gotten
involved in your life.” He growled out while holding both younger
men close to him.

Obi-Wan
said nothing but through their bond, Anakin could feel his conflicted
emotions. ‘Best not say anything.’ Anakin grimaced to himself
before beaming up at Qui-Gon. “Are we going to Dex? Is that why
we’re here?” He chirped to distract the man.

“Why
yes, I’m here to bring you both to Dex,” Qui-Gon was smiling
again as he moved them around a group of giggling apprentices. “Dex
has been asking to see you since I told him you were back.” He told
Obi-Wan fondly.

“I
would love that.” Obi-Wan noted, eyes widening.

“He
still has your favorite noodle dish,” Qui-Gon teased playfully
before pinching Anakin’s cheek playfully. “And I commed him ahead
so he has already started on your slow cooked bantha stuffer
with pickled
vegetable filling.” He winked at the other.

Cheering,
Anakin latched onto Obi-Wan’s hand with a big grin on his face.
“Its a filled pancaked with glazed slow cooked bantha meat and
vegs, its really spicy but you can have a bite of mine to see if you
like it!” He said in excitement, uncaring of the masters glancing
at him in exasperation at the level of noise.

“Sounds
good kiddo, I can’t wait to see Dex again.” Obi-Wan agreed warmly
as Anakin pressed up against him.

As
he did, he felt something of hard metal in the others belt. ‘Huh…
that feels like a holocron.’ He blinked curiously before getting
distracted as Feemor suddenly grabbed him from behind and lifted the
boy up on his shoulders, joining the three with a happy greeting.

Settling
down in front of his master, Anakin tilted his head curiously as he
watched the other meditate.

It
felt different from how everyone else among the Sith meditated.

If
Anakin were to describe it… being beside Qui-Gon was like listening
to an ocean in storm but Obi-Wan…

Obi-Wan
was like a rock skipped
over a lake,
its dept hidden
until you dared to step into it and find out, deceitfully serene with
roots at the bottom you would get tangled up in and drown if you
dared to dive to far down.

Anakin
assumed that had to do with his past years as a Jedi, the other
combining things to make himself better and choosing which parts he
wanted to keep as he reintegrated into the temple.

Looking
back, Anakin beamed as Qui-Gon joined them in the meditation chamber
and squawked quietly when the man leaned
down to ruffled his
hair. “How is he doing?” The older sith questioned quietly with a
small smile on his lined face as
he rested his hand on Anakin’s head.

“Seems
good, he’s been meditating for a good two hours but he said he
would be earlier.” Anakin shrugged then giggled a bit when Obi-Wan
picked that exact moment to open his eyes and give them a lazy smile.

“Hello
Ani, master Qui-Gon,” He hummed out thickly before clearing his
throat and getting up to stretch steadily and carefully until his
spine popped. “Oh that’s so much better.”

Chortling
some more as he held out his hands, Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan up on his
feet. “I’m sure it feels that way. I have to say, your meditation
was interesting.” He raised a brow as Obi-Wan pulled Anakin up.

Snorting,
Obi-Wan shrugged. “I’m trying to mix my Sith memories and my Jedi
memories. Its a bit difficult but I am making some head ways in
remembering,” He said before giving the other a wryly shy smile.
“Like the fact that you once spent three days helping me go to the
fresher because I was sick with the Anatollan flue and every time I
got up my muscles would cramp up on me.”

Qui-Gon
let out a surprised huff then pulled Obi-Wan into a hug with a laugh.
“Of course its the embarrassing memories for you that you manage to
find first though being fair, to me it was just a part of being your
master. Everyone gets sick.” He ruffled Obi-Wan’s hair.

Smiling
wryly with pink still in his cheeks, Obi-Wan shrugged. “Maybe but
at least the Jedi training was good for something with it allowing me
to go this deep into my own subconscious to re-find those old
memories.”

Grimacing
heavily, Qui-Gon kept an arm around Obi-Wan while placing his hand on
Anakin’s shoulder as they made their way out of the meditation
chamber. “I would have preferred the Jedi to never have gotten
involved in your life.” He growled out while holding both younger
men close to him.

Obi-Wan
said nothing but through their bond, Anakin could feel his conflicted
emotions. ‘Best not say anything.’ Anakin grimaced to himself
before beaming up at Qui-Gon. “Are we going to Dex? Is that why
we’re here?” He chirped to distract the man.

“Why
yes, I’m here to bring you both to Dex,” Qui-Gon was smiling
again as he moved them around a group of giggling apprentices. “Dex
has been asking to see you since I told him you were back.” He told
Obi-Wan fondly.

“I
would love that.” Obi-Wan noted, eyes widening.

“He
still has your favorite noodle dish,” Qui-Gon teased playfully
before pinching Anakin’s cheek playfully. “And I commed him ahead
so he has already started on your slow cooked bantha stuffer
with pickled
vegetable filling.” He winked at the other.

Cheering,
Anakin latched onto Obi-Wan’s hand with a big grin on his face.
“Its a filled pancaked with glazed slow cooked bantha meat and
vegs, its really spicy but you can have a bite of mine to see if you
like it!” He said in excitement, uncaring of the masters glancing
at him in exasperation at the level of noise.

“Sounds
good kiddo, I can’t wait to see Dex again.” Obi-Wan agreed warmly
as Anakin pressed up against him.

As
he did, he felt something of hard metal in the others belt. ‘Huh…
that feels like a holocron.’ He blinked curiously before getting
distracted as Feemor suddenly grabbed him from behind and lifted the
boy up on his shoulders, joining the three with a happy greeting.