SithQui

“Where do you fall in this Master?” “What are talking about Anakin?” “I know you were listening in the kitchen to Qui-Gon’s lesson.” “Anakin, I can’t follow half sentences this early in the morning.” “Where do you fall on the scale? You must have some opinion or fall somewhere on the scale.” “I didn’t realize that there was a scale now.” “My love, quit being difficult and answer our son. I must admit being curious.” -Murder Husband (Have fun & use what you want)

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Sipping his tea
slowly while sleepily watching Anakin make breakfast for Padme,
Obi-Wan tried to let the warm leaf water wake him up.

It was really good
tea, slightly sweet with a nice after taste that coated Obi-Wan’s
tongue with an almost buzzy sensation but it was only drunk in the
morning because of its natural sweetness as it had quite a bit of
caffeine in it.

He preferred sapir
or a dark variant when he was more awake.

Letting out a happy
hum as Qui-Gon pressed a soft kiss to his temple as the other got
himself some tea, Obi-Wan gave the other a drowsy smile of
contentment without a care to Padme and Anakin seeing it.

After all, Obi-Wan
was where he belonged.

Busy being sleepy
and smiling at Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan did not notice Anakin glancing at him
curiously until the man finally spoke up. “Where do you fall in
this Master?”

Glancing at Anakin,
Obi-Wan raised a confused eyebrow along with a small smile. “What
are talking about Anakin?” He yawned a bit.

That got him an
unimpressed glare before Anakin rolled his still yellow eyes
expressively to the chuckle of both Padme and Qui-Gon. “I know you
were listening in the kitchen to Qui-Gon’s lesson.”

Raising his own
brow, Obi-Wan peered at him in puzzlement still. “And?” He
questioned “Anakin, I can’t follow half sentences this early in
the morning.”

“Where do you
fall on the scale? You must have some opinion or fall somewhere on
the scale.” The blond pressed as he placed another waffle on a
plate for himself and Padme. “You’ve always had an  opinion when
it comes to the Force and this shouldn’t be any different.”
Anakin frowned at him.

“I didn’t
realize that there was a scale now.” Obi-Wan hummed back, taking a
calming sip of his tea to avoid answering for now.

“My love, quit
being difficult and answer our ‘son’. I must admit being curious.”
Qui-Gon rumbled, pressing a kiss to his temple once more while
sliding an arm around his waist in a comforting motion. Though Obi-Wan was rather sure the other was teasing him in calling Anakin their son… he thought.

Sighing a bit,
Obi-Wan ran his hand over his face as he let his mind drift in search
of the right words as the sizzle of the pan was all they could hear
outside of their own breathing. Finally he opened his mouth while
focusing his eyes on Anakin. “In the scale of light and dark, I am
towards the spectrum of light because that’s where I found my
balance and center. The dark leaves me cold, leaves me humiliated and
therefor it is not for me,” He glanced up at Qui-Gon. “I agree
there must be balance, but there is a difference in darkness I’ve
come to learn by being here. The dark that hurts and the dark that
balances out the light because there must always be balance, chaos
and order, death and life, light and dark.” He finally said.

Humming at that,
Qui-Gon smiled at him before leaning down and stealing a soft, tea
tasting kiss. “And that’s why I love you, the light inside of you
shines and warms others. Your light has always been beautiful Obi
love.” He squeezed his arm around Obi-Wan’s waist and Obi-Wan
glanced away, a bit embarrassed but mostly pleased with the affection
and especially the praise.

Anakin visibly
mused on it a bit before nodding. “I guess I understand, you never
chafed at it, never seemed to feel small by the limitations because
for you there aren’t limitation. The light is what empowers you,”
He settled on before picking up the plate and setting it down for
Padme then he looked to them. “There’s more batter if you two
want, I can cook it up.” Anakin offered with a grin.

Laughing a bit,
Obi-Wan gave a nod. “I would like that Anakin, you make wonderful
fluffy waffles though I think I will quickly whip up some cream and
berries, which I will of course share.” Obi-Wan said when Padme let
out a hopeful noise while staring at him, pausing in her reach for
the syrup.

Anakin and Qui-Gon
laughed as Obi-Wan moved to the fridge to get the necessary blue
cream and berries, setting his cup down to chop and whisk.

Considering the
seriousness of Anakin’s question though, Obi-Wan was grateful with
how… gentle the morning was, how at ease they were.

It was enough to
make his shoulders lower and his breathing slow and relaxing.

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“You going to try and rob me with
your morning bread?” Was the first thing that Obi-Wan heard as he
woke slowly, blinking in confusion at the fondly exasperated and
loving voice in his ears as he pressed closer to the warmth in front
of him.

“…What?” He said in confusion,
sleepy, drowsy confusion.

There was a deep chuckle and a shift
making Obi-Wan aware of the warmth in front of him moving away and
that made him whimper slightly in distress because it had been so
nice and warm and he felt so painfully sore all over.

There was another shift and a hand
cupping his cheek with warmth spreading from it to his toes that had
Obi-Wan mewling and opening his eyes properly to peer up into
concerned yellow eyes of his master.

Oh, well that explained it.

He’d been spooning Qui-Gon and had
been pressing his morning erection into the others rear…

Oh damn.

He flushed darkly. “Apologies
master.” He mumbled out in shame but Qui-Gon just shook his head,
the warmth still spreading through Obi-Wan’s body.

“No, don’t be. Bodies in pain
search out comfort.” He rumbled out and Obi-Wan realized with a
little bit of horror that he had been broadcasting into their bond.

With a little shamed whine he rolled
onto his back despite the narrowness of the ship bunk and covered his
face with his bandaged covered hands to Qui-Gon’s amusement as the
man chuckled despite his hand now being dislodged.

“Easy does it apprentice. I am not
upset with you, only worried. We’ll see about getting you into a
tub when we finally arrive on Coruscant.” He said, his nose
wrinkling as he said the last.

Face still flushed, Obi-Wan peeked
through his fingers. “Do we have to? Can’t we stay with Yan for a
while? Yoda and the council doesn’t question that too much.” He
said with some exasperation.

“Would be nice but we used the excuse
too much this last half year, you know we can only say ‘we’re
keeping an eye on Yan’ so much before they get testy,” Qui-Gon
rumbled out, getting to his feet as Obi-Wan watched his lover.
“Beside, you just don’t want to hide holding my hand like we need
to in the temple.” The long haired man chortled as he knelt down to
open the first aid kit.

Obi-Wan had once loved Yoda… until he
had understood that Yoda? Yoda was one of the symptoms of a decaying
Jedi Order.

Might actually BE the reason for the
decay of the order with how long he had been in charged and affected
each generation of Jedi in some way with his preaching of
non-attachment to sentient that needed
so much more than the Jedi could provided if you couldn’t… love.

Love
utterly with your heart.

He
still cared about the man but he remembered all too well his early
days in the Jedi Order, Bruck and how no one listened to Obi-Wan and
Obi-Wan had often been proclaimed
as the problem even as he defended himself.

The
order needed to be refreshed, needed change.

And
that meant that the council needed to be switched out, especially
Yoda.

So
many years as grandmaster, so many years as a council member couldn’t
be good, it caused stagnation because one single person could not
change the ideas so easily, especially one as long lived as Yoda with
a singular mind unchanging as Yoda had been in all the years Obi-Wan
and Qui-Gon had known the man.

As
long as Yan had known him.

He had
not changed in all those many years and there was no reason to
believe he would change at all.

And
Obi-Wan still remembered shocked he had been the first time Qui-Gon
had hugged him. To be fair he had thought the other didn’t want
him, didn’t understand at the time that Qui-Gon had feared
discovery.

After
all, Sith hiding in plain sight in Yoda’s own line risked discovery
at any time, especially with an inquisitive, impulsive and smart
young padawan on the trail heh.

It was
a good thing Obi-Wan could be convinced to see the light…
metaphorically speaking that was as they were now Sith.

“Here,”
Obi-Wan looked up, finding Qui-Gon in front of him with an analgesic
patch. “Arch your neck for me.”

With a
grateful, happy noise, Obi-Wan obeyed,
smiling softly when the other man rewarded him with a gentle cheek
stroke once the patch was settled.

“…I’ll
a mission as soon as we’re cleared again,” Qui-Gon said quietly.
“Somewhere out in the core or something. Give us time alone my
little love.” He promise with his hand lingering possessively over
Obi-Wan’s cheek.

“I
look forward to it.” Obi-Wan
smiled up at him, feeling warm inside out as Qui-Gon leans
in to kiss him sweetly, his free hand brushing unconsciously over
Obi-Wan’s hand.

Neither
notice the slight swelling of the stomach area, focused on each other
for the last privacy they’ll truly have before they arrive at the
temple.

Hello Moddy, i know we seen QuiObi with Qui-Gon being the sith or Obi-Wan being the unwilling apprentice, but how about both being sith and it being a carrier verse.

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“You going to try and rob me with
your morning bread?” Was the first thing that Obi-Wan heard as he
woke slowly, blinking in confusion at the fondly exasperated and
loving voice in his ears as he pressed closer to the warmth in front
of him.

“…What?” He said in confusion,
sleepy, drowsy confusion.

There was a deep chuckle and a shift
making Obi-Wan aware of the warmth in front of him moving away and
that made him whimper slightly in distress because it had been so
nice and warm and he felt so painfully sore all over.

There was another shift and a hand
cupping his cheek with warmth spreading from it to his toes that had
Obi-Wan mewling and opening his eyes properly to peer up into
concerned yellow eyes of his master.

Oh, well that explained it.

He’d been spooning Qui-Gon and had
been pressing his morning erection into the others rear…

Oh damn.

He flushed darkly. “Apologies
master.” He mumbled out in shame but Qui-Gon just shook his head,
the warmth still spreading through Obi-Wan’s body.

“No, don’t be. Bodies in pain
search out comfort.” He rumbled out and Obi-Wan realized with a
little bit of horror that he had been broadcasting into their bond.

With a little shamed whine he rolled
onto his back despite the narrowness of the ship bunk and covered his
face with his bandaged covered hands to Qui-Gon’s amusement as the
man chuckled despite his hand now being dislodged.

“Easy does it apprentice. I am not
upset with you, only worried. We’ll see about getting you into a
tub when we finally arrive on Coruscant.” He said, his nose
wrinkling as he said the last.

Face still flushed, Obi-Wan peeked
through his fingers. “Do we have to? Can’t we stay with Yan for a
while? Yoda and the council doesn’t question that too much.” He
said with some exasperation.

“Would be nice but we used the excuse
too much this last half year, you know we can only say ‘we’re
keeping an eye on Yan’ so much before they get testy,” Qui-Gon
rumbled out, getting to his feet as Obi-Wan watched his lover.
“Beside, you just don’t want to hide holding my hand like we need
to in the temple.” The long haired man chortled as he knelt down to
open the first aid kit.

Obi-Wan had once loved Yoda… until he
had understood that Yoda? Yoda was one of the symptoms of a decaying
Jedi Order.

Might actually BE the reason for the
decay of the order with how long he had been in charged and affected
each generation of Jedi in some way with his preaching of
non-attachment to sentient that needed
so much more than the Jedi could provided if you couldn’t… love.

Love
utterly with your heart.

He
still cared about the man but he remembered all too well his early
days in the Jedi Order, Bruck and how no one listened to Obi-Wan and
Obi-Wan had often been proclaimed
as the problem even as he defended himself.

The
order needed to be refreshed, needed change.

And
that meant that the council needed to be switched out, especially
Yoda.

So
many years as grandmaster, so many years as a council member couldn’t
be good, it caused stagnation because one single person could not
change the ideas so easily, especially one as long lived as Yoda with
a singular mind unchanging as Yoda had been in all the years Obi-Wan
and Qui-Gon had known the man.

As
long as Yan had known him.

He had
not changed in all those many years and there was no reason to
believe he would change at all.

And
Obi-Wan still remembered shocked he had been the first time Qui-Gon
had hugged him. To be fair he had thought the other didn’t want
him, didn’t understand at the time that Qui-Gon had feared
discovery.

After
all, Sith hiding in plain sight in Yoda’s own line risked discovery
at any time, especially with an inquisitive, impulsive and smart
young padawan on the trail heh.

It was
a good thing Obi-Wan could be convinced to see the light…
metaphorically speaking that was as they were now Sith.

“Here,”
Obi-Wan looked up, finding Qui-Gon in front of him with an analgesic
patch. “Arch your neck for me.”

With a
grateful, happy noise, Obi-Wan obeyed,
smiling softly when the other man rewarded him with a gentle cheek
stroke once the patch was settled.

“…I’ll
a mission as soon as we’re cleared again,” Qui-Gon said quietly.
“Somewhere out in the core or something. Give us time alone my
little love.” He promise with his hand lingering possessively over
Obi-Wan’s cheek.

“I
look forward to it.” Obi-Wan
smiled up at him, feeling warm inside out as Qui-Gon leans
in to kiss him sweetly, his free hand brushing unconsciously over
Obi-Wan’s hand.

Neither
notice the slight swelling of the stomach area, focused on each other
for the last privacy they’ll truly have before they arrive at the
temple.

Resist the dark- what happens now that Obi has awakened?

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Humming sweetly for
Obi-Wan an old familiar song that they used to sing during the clone
wars as the former Jedi kept his head on Anakin’s collarbone, the
blond made his way into their apartment with the guards finally being
left behind at the doors, a mix of Jedi and clone troopers.

The hoverchair from
the med center had been abandoned at the doors even as Obi-Wan
half-heatedly protested as Anakin picked him up before he had just
gone quiet and settled his arms around his blonds shoulders while
resting his head on Anakin’s collarbone.

Reaching the couch
Anakin settled down careful so not to unsettle the redhead and
wrapped his cape around them both before pulling a fleecy blanket
over with the Force to wrap that around them too while nosing at the
others hair. “There we go, home and safe, tucked up on the couch
you picked in one of your blankets.” He assured quietly.

Just as much for
himself as for Obi-Wan honestly.

Having Obi-Wan back
home was doing wonders for his state of min as he held their sleepy
and sore love in his arms, stroking his hair.

“Good, missed my
blankets at the med center.” Obi-Wan mumbled, nosing into Anakin’s
black leather jerkin. He had been doing that since he woke up,
craving physical comfort and affections to assure himself and Anakin
and Qui-Gon were not about to deny him anything he needed in these
fragile moments with how scared they had been to loose Obi-Wan for
good.

Still…

Obi-Wan needed a
wash, he had been stuck in bacta and only had a basic towel down
clean up after being pulled from it.

His hair smelled
from it and was greasy and Anakin imagined that Obi-Wan didn’t
exactly feel clean either since he hadn’t even taken a sonic at the
med center.

“You ready to
become a clean, soft and ready for bed boy?” Anakin asked softly,
pushing his nose into the others hair. “I’d help you out you
know, just clean you up and tuck you into bed.” He promised swiftly to squash any worries from the get go.

He wasn’t
interested in anything sexual anyhow right now.

He just wanted
Obi-Wan comfortable damn it.

Obi-Wan gave a
small nod into his shoulder with no hesitation and Anakin pushed the blanket off and
stood slowly, heading towards the closest fresher with the large,
square black tub that could fit four people Qui-Gon’s size easily.

Entering the
fresher he flipped on the light so it shone off polished cream marble
floors and walls, all its amenities in black for a theme.

He didn’t care
for that right now as he used the Force to turn on taps and instead
settled Obi-Wan down on the shower chair to undress him, smiling as
Obi-Wan tiredly helped out. The medics and healers had warned them
about that.

Obi-Wan’s blood
loss would take a few days to recover and he would remain rather pale
for close to a week and easily tired out along with headaches.

Pale skin finally
bare, Anakin chucked his own clothes without care and lifted Obi-Wan
once more, stepping into the tub and slowly sitting down with Obi-Wan
in his lap into the warm water still filling the tub, grumbling a bit
as he realized he forgot to add oil.

He was about to
reach for one when Obi-Wan beat him to it, tipping a bottle of white
ginger bathing oil into the water with a little twitch of a finger.

“I like white
ginger.” He explained, shrugging slightly at Anakin’s questioning
look.

‘Not what I was
wondering about but fair enough, you use the Force as you wish dare
one. Kark knows I can’t complain about frivolous Force use.’
Anakin thought to himself while chuckling, giving a wave to Qui-Gon
as he entered.

Chuckling a bit
louder, Anakin watched the other Sith chuck his clothes quickly and
enter the tub, Qui-Gon taking a bottle and settling in to wash
Obi-Wan’s hair with both of them ready to spoil their healing
little love that had been returned to them.

Their Jedi love.

Neither Sith spoke
about why Qui-Gon hadn’t been there to pick up Obi-Wan from the med
center and neither spoke about why the other was late with Obi-Wan
too tired both physically and mentally to really question them.

Or the tiny spots
of red on Qui-Gon’s abandoned shirt.

Resist the dark- what happens now that Obi has awakened?

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Humming sweetly for
Obi-Wan an old familiar song that they used to sing during the clone
wars as the former Jedi kept his head on Anakin’s collarbone, the
blond made his way into their apartment with the guards finally being
left behind at the doors, a mix of Jedi and clone troopers.

The hoverchair from
the med center had been abandoned at the doors even as Obi-Wan
half-heatedly protested as Anakin picked him up before he had just
gone quiet and settled his arms around his blonds shoulders while
resting his head on Anakin’s collarbone.

Reaching the couch
Anakin settled down careful so not to unsettle the redhead and
wrapped his cape around them both before pulling a fleecy blanket
over with the Force to wrap that around them too while nosing at the
others hair. “There we go, home and safe, tucked up on the couch
you picked in one of your blankets.” He assured quietly.

Just as much for
himself as for Obi-Wan honestly.

Having Obi-Wan back
home was doing wonders for his state of min as he held their sleepy
and sore love in his arms, stroking his hair.

“Good, missed my
blankets at the med center.” Obi-Wan mumbled, nosing into Anakin’s
black leather jerkin. He had been doing that since he woke up,
craving physical comfort and affections to assure himself and Anakin
and Qui-Gon were not about to deny him anything he needed in these
fragile moments with how scared they had been to loose Obi-Wan for
good.

Still…

Obi-Wan needed a
wash, he had been stuck in bacta and only had a basic towel down
clean up after being pulled from it.

His hair smelled
from it and was greasy and Anakin imagined that Obi-Wan didn’t
exactly feel clean either since he hadn’t even taken a sonic at the
med center.

“You ready to
become a clean, soft and ready for bed boy?” Anakin asked softly,
pushing his nose into the others hair. “I’d help you out you
know, just clean you up and tuck you into bed.” He promised swiftly to squash any worries from the get go.

He wasn’t
interested in anything sexual anyhow right now.

He just wanted
Obi-Wan comfortable damn it.

Obi-Wan gave a
small nod into his shoulder with no hesitation and Anakin pushed the blanket off and
stood slowly, heading towards the closest fresher with the large,
square black tub that could fit four people Qui-Gon’s size easily.

Entering the
fresher he flipped on the light so it shone off polished cream marble
floors and walls, all its amenities in black for a theme.

He didn’t care
for that right now as he used the Force to turn on taps and instead
settled Obi-Wan down on the shower chair to undress him, smiling as
Obi-Wan tiredly helped out. The medics and healers had warned them
about that.

Obi-Wan’s blood
loss would take a few days to recover and he would remain rather pale
for close to a week and easily tired out along with headaches.

Pale skin finally
bare, Anakin chucked his own clothes without care and lifted Obi-Wan
once more, stepping into the tub and slowly sitting down with Obi-Wan
in his lap into the warm water still filling the tub, grumbling a bit
as he realized he forgot to add oil.

He was about to
reach for one when Obi-Wan beat him to it, tipping a bottle of white
ginger bathing oil into the water with a little twitch of a finger.

“I like white
ginger.” He explained, shrugging slightly at Anakin’s questioning
look.

‘Not what I was
wondering about but fair enough, you use the Force as you wish dare
one. Kark knows I can’t complain about frivolous Force use.’
Anakin thought to himself while chuckling, giving a wave to Qui-Gon
as he entered.

Chuckling a bit
louder, Anakin watched the other Sith chuck his clothes quickly and
enter the tub, Qui-Gon taking a bottle and settling in to wash
Obi-Wan’s hair with both of them ready to spoil their healing
little love that had been returned to them.

Their Jedi love.

Neither Sith spoke
about why Qui-Gon hadn’t been there to pick up Obi-Wan from the med
center and neither spoke about why the other was late with Obi-Wan
too tired both physically and mentally to really question them.

Or the tiny spots
of red on Qui-Gon’s abandoned shirt.

For the Jedi and Sith series, Anakin confronts Obi-Wan about his past and gets only watered-down versions of the events. He then hacks into the archives and finds out the full extent of the harrowing experiences Obi-Wan had that seem to have broken part of his self-worth, especially Bandomeer and Melida/Daan. In this verse, Qui-Gon would have been censured heavily as a Sith for leaving his defenceless Jedi Padawan on a war-torn planet, no? Anakin then asks Qui-Gon about this and the two talk.

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Staring at the
older male, the young knight stared at him with narrowed eyes. “You
left Obi-Wan, your fifteen year old obviously Jedi padawan on
a foreign planet in civil war?” He questioned dangerously and
Qui-Gon winced, looking away before he sighed and rubbed his face
with one large hand, giving a tired nod.

“I did, I have
spent decades regretting it and believe me, I was heavily censured by
both Council’s for it in the aftermath. The fact that I was allowed
to keep Obi-Wan was miracle in itself.” He said quietly, settling
his hands in his lap.

Staring at him,
Anakin pursed his lips and sat back in the recliner as he stared at
the older Sith on the couch. “Why?” He asked simply.

Qui-Gon didn’t
even pretend not to understand. He just looked at Anakin and gave a
shrug. “Because I was a broken man, because Tahl, the woman I loved
at the time, was injured and would die if I did not get her home and
because Obi-Wan refused to listen that we could not help the Young on
Melida/Daan. So many reasons and none of them justifies what I did
still.”

“You don’t
karking say, you left a child in a civil war when you were
responsible for them instead of picking him up by the scruff and
dragging him away!” Anakin snapped before breathing deep and
rubbing his face. “I can’t believe Obi-Wan just forgave you. No
wonder he’s karked in the head and the rest of the Sith say he’s
worse than any Jedi, you made him this way.” He hissed.

After talking over
things with Maul he couldn’t stop thinking about what the man said.

That guilt tied
Qui-Gon tightly to Obi-Wan, guilt and love and that Obi-Wan was worse
than any other Jedi in the entire Order.

And the more he
thought about it, the more it buzzed in his mind.

Eventually he had
stormed off to the Archives and from there he had sliced in,
accessing Obi-Wan’s records.

And he had received
the shock of a lifetime.

Obi-Wan was the
light of their line, the star they all orbited around as he kept
moving forward.

The concept that it
had not always been that way… to know that the reason no one spoke
of Xanatos his Sith linage brother and he had never seen him…

Anakin had been
shaken to his core to learn of Du Crion’s betrayal of their line.

And then he had
hunted Qui-Gon down, desperate for answers he knew Obi-Wan would
never give because those reports couldn’t be real, couldn’t be
accurate.

Obi-Wan hadn’t
almost been sent from the Orders, he hadn’t been abandoned, he
hadn’t had to fight his own linage brother, he hadn’t almost been
memory wiped, he hadn’t been on an eggshell pair bond for years,
that was impossible.

And yet here he
was, the truth laid bare for him as Qui-Gon confirmed and explained
each status.

And it was sending
Anakin reeling because this he didn’t know how to absorb.

Qui-Gon Jinn was
suppose to adore Obi-Wan, they all were.

And yet here the
evidence was.

“…I was a
broken man, they should never have let me take him on because my
grief, my struggles destroyed Obi-Wan’s self worth and I have spent
over twenty years trying to fix what I broke in a boy who only wanted
to save the galaxy,” Qui-Gon said quietly, leaning forward to press
his hands together. “And I need you to help me with that Anakin,
for I can’t fix Obi-Wan alone.” He said quietly.

Looking up slowly,
Anakin stared at the older man before nodding slowly.

Now that, that he
could do.

For it was a Sith’s
job to look after their Jedi.

And Anakin would
always look after Obi-Wan when possible.

After all, there
was no Anakin without Obi-Wan, what would he do if his old master
self sacrificing ways ended him?

For the Jedi and Sith series, Anakin confronts Obi-Wan about his past and gets only watered-down versions of the events. He then hacks into the archives and finds out the full extent of the harrowing experiences Obi-Wan had that seem to have broken part of his self-worth, especially Bandomeer and Melida/Daan. In this verse, Qui-Gon would have been censured heavily as a Sith for leaving his defenceless Jedi Padawan on a war-torn planet, no? Anakin then asks Qui-Gon about this and the two talk.

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Staring at the
older male, the young knight stared at him with narrowed eyes. “You
left Obi-Wan, your fifteen year old obviously Jedi padawan on
a foreign planet in civil war?” He questioned dangerously and
Qui-Gon winced, looking away before he sighed and rubbed his face
with one large hand, giving a tired nod.

“I did, I have
spent decades regretting it and believe me, I was heavily censured by
both Council’s for it in the aftermath. The fact that I was allowed
to keep Obi-Wan was miracle in itself.” He said quietly, settling
his hands in his lap.

Staring at him,
Anakin pursed his lips and sat back in the recliner as he stared at
the older Sith on the couch. “Why?” He asked simply.

Qui-Gon didn’t
even pretend not to understand. He just looked at Anakin and gave a
shrug. “Because I was a broken man, because Tahl, the woman I loved
at the time, was injured and would die if I did not get her home and
because Obi-Wan refused to listen that we could not help the Young on
Melida/Daan. So many reasons and none of them justifies what I did
still.”

“You don’t
karking say, you left a child in a civil war when you were
responsible for them instead of picking him up by the scruff and
dragging him away!” Anakin snapped before breathing deep and
rubbing his face. “I can’t believe Obi-Wan just forgave you. No
wonder he’s karked in the head and the rest of the Sith say he’s
worse than any Jedi, you made him this way.” He hissed.

After talking over
things with Maul he couldn’t stop thinking about what the man said.

That guilt tied
Qui-Gon tightly to Obi-Wan, guilt and love and that Obi-Wan was worse
than any other Jedi in the entire Order.

And the more he
thought about it, the more it buzzed in his mind.

Eventually he had
stormed off to the Archives and from there he had sliced in,
accessing Obi-Wan’s records.

And he had received
the shock of a lifetime.

Obi-Wan was the
light of their line, the star they all orbited around as he kept
moving forward.

The concept that it
had not always been that way… to know that the reason no one spoke
of Xanatos his Sith linage brother and he had never seen him…

Anakin had been
shaken to his core to learn of Du Crion’s betrayal of their line.

And then he had
hunted Qui-Gon down, desperate for answers he knew Obi-Wan would
never give because those reports couldn’t be real, couldn’t be
accurate.

Obi-Wan hadn’t
almost been sent from the Orders, he hadn’t been abandoned, he
hadn’t had to fight his own linage brother, he hadn’t almost been
memory wiped, he hadn’t been on an eggshell pair bond for years,
that was impossible.

And yet here he
was, the truth laid bare for him as Qui-Gon confirmed and explained
each status.

And it was sending
Anakin reeling because this he didn’t know how to absorb.

Qui-Gon Jinn was
suppose to adore Obi-Wan, they all were.

And yet here the
evidence was.

“…I was a
broken man, they should never have let me take him on because my
grief, my struggles destroyed Obi-Wan’s self worth and I have spent
over twenty years trying to fix what I broke in a boy who only wanted
to save the galaxy,” Qui-Gon said quietly, leaning forward to press
his hands together. “And I need you to help me with that Anakin,
for I can’t fix Obi-Wan alone.” He said quietly.

Looking up slowly,
Anakin stared at the older man before nodding slowly.

Now that, that he
could do.

For it was a Sith’s
job to look after their Jedi.

And Anakin would
always look after Obi-Wan when possible.

After all, there
was no Anakin without Obi-Wan, what would he do if his old master
self sacrificing ways ended him?

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The moment his
newly restored bond to Obi-Wan flared with pain before going utterly
dark, Qui-Gon was on his feet, his cooking abandoned as Anakin
quickly turned the stove off and pushed the pot off the plate before
he followed after the long limbed master.

No one got in
Qui-Gon’s way as he marched out into the halls, no they almost
jumped out of his way as Qui-Gon’s face practically swore death on
whoever tried to get on his way.

Feemor almost
crashed into the tall man two corridors down, his eyes wild as he
latched onto the masters arm. “Where is Obi-Wan?” He panted out.

“I don’t know.”
Qui-Gon returned tightly before pulling Feemor with him, obviously on
a mission.

Anakin almost
didn’t notice Xanatos joining them until the dark haired mans hand
rested on his shoulder, the other having joined them seamlessly at
some point..

Looking up
worriedly, Anakin clung to his older linage brothers wrist with a
hand. “What’s going on?” He questioned.

“Obi-Wan’s bond
has gone silent,” Xanatos answered, voice tight. “Something has
happened to him but we don’t know what or where he is. He was
suppose to show for dinner yes?” He peered down at Anakin.

Anakin gave a quick
nod. “We were just waiting for him while heating up the pot. But
Master Qui-Gon suddenly jerked to and ran for it.” Anakin said
quickly, biting his bottom lip hard as he understood that something
had happened to Obi-Wan.

Had the Jedi found
him?

But how could the
Jedi get onto Coruscant, much less the temple!?

Clinging to Xanatos
hand, Anakin watched quietly as Qui-Gon finally stopped, knocking
briskly on Dooku’s door.

The grandmaster
appeared after a moment, a brow raised in confusion before he went
blank as he took in the entire linage sans Obi-Wan with the grim
faces. “What has happened?” He asked, summoning cloak and saber
to his hand.

“Obi-Wan is
missing.”

Pandemonium.

‘Well,’ Anakin
thought shakily as he clung to his linage brothers hands as both
Qui-Gon and Yan turned the temple on its head. ‘At least this is
something to tell Obi-Wan when he doubts that he should be here.’

And then Yoda
himself got involved, the little green masters eyes pulsing yellow as
he stood leaning on his cane, darkness leeching from his very being
and into the marble floor around him and Anakin almost climbed Feemor like a tree as a potted plant near a window wilted and fell.

‘Never piss off
the great-grandmaster!’

()()()

Opening his eyes
slowly to the dark, Obi-Wan breathed thickly and coughed wetly into
dust.

And while he
couldn’t see it, he could feel it.

It was dusty.

And… stone?

Frowning a bit,
Obi-Wan struggled to understand how he had survived for he remembered
well Krell throwing him into the elevator shaft which meant he had
fallen very far.

After a few seconds
he pushed himself up, wrapping his arms around his aching and bruised
ribs and stomach as he did.

His head throbbed
and as he reached for his bonds he could tell they were muted which
meant he was far down. ‘Well, at least Qui-Gon must be
looking for me by now.’ He thought with some hysteric before slowly
getting to his feet.

Slowly he reached
out and felt along the wall, finding the doorway as he slowly
shuffled out and into the hallway.

Feeling along the
wall, Obi-Wan frowned to himself as he realized he must be the entire
way down in the basement of the temple and his survival made even
less sense… unless… did he manage to cushion himself?

Hmm no, no he
didn’t think so.

So what had saved
his life?

“No time like the
present to figure it out huh?” He wheezed out before slowly making
his way forward, stubbornly ignoring the implication of Krell’s
words until later.

It could all be
dealt with later.

Once he was safe.

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The moment his
newly restored bond to Obi-Wan flared with pain before going utterly
dark, Qui-Gon was on his feet, his cooking abandoned as Anakin
quickly turned the stove off and pushed the pot off the plate before
he followed after the long limbed master.

No one got in
Qui-Gon’s way as he marched out into the halls, no they almost
jumped out of his way as Qui-Gon’s face practically swore death on
whoever tried to get on his way.

Feemor almost
crashed into the tall man two corridors down, his eyes wild as he
latched onto the masters arm. “Where is Obi-Wan?” He panted out.

“I don’t know.”
Qui-Gon returned tightly before pulling Feemor with him, obviously on
a mission.

Anakin almost
didn’t notice Xanatos joining them until the dark haired mans hand
rested on his shoulder, the other having joined them seamlessly at
some point..

Looking up
worriedly, Anakin clung to his older linage brothers wrist with a
hand. “What’s going on?” He questioned.

“Obi-Wan’s bond
has gone silent,” Xanatos answered, voice tight. “Something has
happened to him but we don’t know what or where he is. He was
suppose to show for dinner yes?” He peered down at Anakin.

Anakin gave a quick
nod. “We were just waiting for him while heating up the pot. But
Master Qui-Gon suddenly jerked to and ran for it.” Anakin said
quickly, biting his bottom lip hard as he understood that something
had happened to Obi-Wan.

Had the Jedi found
him?

But how could the
Jedi get onto Coruscant, much less the temple!?

Clinging to Xanatos
hand, Anakin watched quietly as Qui-Gon finally stopped, knocking
briskly on Dooku’s door.

The grandmaster
appeared after a moment, a brow raised in confusion before he went
blank as he took in the entire linage sans Obi-Wan with the grim
faces. “What has happened?” He asked, summoning cloak and saber
to his hand.

“Obi-Wan is
missing.”

Pandemonium.

‘Well,’ Anakin
thought shakily as he clung to his linage brothers hands as both
Qui-Gon and Yan turned the temple on its head. ‘At least this is
something to tell Obi-Wan when he doubts that he should be here.’

And then Yoda
himself got involved, the little green masters eyes pulsing yellow as
he stood leaning on his cane, darkness leeching from his very being
and into the marble floor around him and Anakin almost climbed Feemor like a tree as a potted plant near a window wilted and fell.

‘Never piss off
the great-grandmaster!’

()()()

Opening his eyes
slowly to the dark, Obi-Wan breathed thickly and coughed wetly into
dust.

And while he
couldn’t see it, he could feel it.

It was dusty.

And… stone?

Frowning a bit,
Obi-Wan struggled to understand how he had survived for he remembered
well Krell throwing him into the elevator shaft which meant he had
fallen very far.

After a few seconds
he pushed himself up, wrapping his arms around his aching and bruised
ribs and stomach as he did.

His head throbbed
and as he reached for his bonds he could tell they were muted which
meant he was far down. ‘Well, at least Qui-Gon must be
looking for me by now.’ He thought with some hysteric before slowly
getting to his feet.

Slowly he reached
out and felt along the wall, finding the doorway as he slowly
shuffled out and into the hallway.

Feeling along the
wall, Obi-Wan frowned to himself as he realized he must be the entire
way down in the basement of the temple and his survival made even
less sense… unless… did he manage to cushion himself?

Hmm no, no he
didn’t think so.

So what had saved
his life?

“No time like the
present to figure it out huh?” He wheezed out before slowly making
his way forward, stubbornly ignoring the implication of Krell’s
words until later.

It could all be
dealt with later.

Once he was safe.

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“The dark side…”
Qui-Gon started slowly before pausing, seemingly gathering himself
with narrowed yellowed eyes as he peered at Anakin. “The dark side
is not to be trusted, especially when you use it. It is not like the
light, it lies to you, it wants more and it will lie to you and make
you paranoid, it will make you think even those you love beyond
measures will betray you, all in an attempt for you to use more of
it, for it to consume you,” He explained before turning stern. “You
must never allow it to because if you do, you will destroy everything
and everyone you love.”

Anakin’s face did
a little spasm of horror, hands clenching into his pants as he nodded
in understanding

“Too much
darkness, and it corrupts,” Qui-Gon held up one finger. “But too
little and inequality rules, tipping the balance in the rest of the
galaxy,” He held up his other hand, raising his finger. “And for
generations, Jedi have ruled,” Here Qui-Gon opened his first hand
to sprawl all five fingers, tipping his hands to show an unbalance.
“Light and darkness is necessary but darkness does not mean have
to be evil just as light does not mean good. These concepts are
just that, concepts of people, morality imposed by those who think of
rules. There is always a moral middle ground, the gray patch, all
justice is not blind. The woman who kills to protect her child is not
judged the same way the woman who kills for greed is.” He said
seriously.

Looking down,
Anakin nodded in understanding.

Obi-Wan tried not
to be to bothered by the lesson as he listened, standing in the
kitchen.

He had known this
was coming since Anakin had arrived on Serenno with yellow eyes and
when the other had sat down beside Qui-Gon the couch with a quiet
request for teachings…

Well he knew what
it meant.

And yet it soothed
him to know that at least Anakin would not be a Banite Sith.

He wasn’t sure
what kind of Sith the other would be but it would be the kind Qui-Gon
was.

His lips twitched
with some amusement as he considered that maybe Qui-Gon was a new
brand of Sith?

The Jinnite Sith?

He almost laughed.

Might have said
something if Dooku hadn’t suddenly slammed into the room looking
flushed with Padme right behind him, the woman sporting a simple gown
for once in a beautiful shade of deep forest green. “What in all
kark’s name have you done Qui-Gon?” He yelled with an impressive
volume.

Qui-Gon raised a
brow, a smirk slowly crossing his lips as Anakin jumped to his feet
and ran to Padme, the two lovers having a hissing whispered
conversation with the blond seemingly trying to placate the other
with raised hands as she jabbed her finger at him. “I’m not sure
what you’re speaking about master.” He drawled.

“Do not play
innocent with me Qui-Gon Jinn,” Dooku growled, smoothing his hair
back from rushing to the quarters. “The Chancellor is dead.”

Settling back in
the leather couch while dropping one leg over his knee and settling
his arms over the back of the couch, Qui-Gon hummed quietly in the
silence. “As far as I heard, his mind broke under the strain of
leading a galaxy in war and his body bowed under the age finally. I
mean a man who starts laughing uncontrollably can’t be quite sane
as they loose feeling of their hands and feet. I was certainly not
involved.” He said in an airy tone and if Obi-Wan didn’t know him
so well, he would have believed him.

Clearly Dooku was
of the same mind as he slashed his hand impatiently through the air.
“Do not take me for a fool Qui-Gon, I know what Rooze disease is.”
He growled.

The two Sith stared
at each other, silently, Qui-Gon’s smirk fading. “Perhaps it
would interest you to know that your usefulness to the Chancellor was
about to end and he would have used your death to further the fall of
his next apprentice?” He questioned coolly.

Obi-Wan noted that
Padme had frozen by Anakin, eyes glancing between the two older men
as she put the pieces together.

He would have been
shocked if she hadn’t suspected something honestly and maybe it was
now making sense to her.

Anakin quietly
tugged her away, most likely to take to his room to explain more
while Dooku collapsed into one of the plus recliners around the
living room as he stared at Qui-Gon. “…Explain.” He said in a
clipped tone.

Shifting forward,
Obi-Wan settled down next to Qui-Gon, curling into his side as
Qui-Gon did indeed explain to Dooku what Sidious had really
been up to.

Needless to say, it
left a very pale Dooku in need of alcohol after.