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Murder husband- Anakin and Obi-Wan meet again. Lots of cuddles.

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He can
breathe deeply, his lungs no longer feeling like there’s too little
oxygen around him as he takes breaths thanks to the healing Qui-Gon
has exposed him for.

It
makes it easier for Obi-Wan to move around Serenno, Qui-Gon trusting
him not to leave or interfere.

Its
hard not to but…

Obi-Wan
wants to stay, he wants to be by Qui-Gon’s side and he’s so tired
of fighting the pull of the bond between them as he wishes to be held
by Qui-Gon and kept warm.

He
wants to feel happy and laugh as he used to with the older man and
sharing his bed…

Quietly
Obi-Wan will admit anyone that asks him if he’s given in that yes,
he has. He’s weak but Obi-Wan has loved Qui-Gon for a long time and
the other had tiled his head up and promised him…

Qui-Gon
had promised that things would change for the better and for some
stupid reason, Obi-Wan believed the other was genuine in that desire,
that there would be a change and an end to the war currently ravaging
the galaxy.

Obi-Wan
just needed to… give in to him. Give in to the Force willed
lifebond that would eventually force them if they didn’t let it
occur naturally.

And to
be honest, Obi-Wan would rather let it be his own choice and happen
at his own pace.

So he
gave in.

He let
himself be weak and gave in.

At
least than it would be on his own terms instead of the Force.

And it
was good to be able to sit down on the outside of the mansion in the
sun to enjoy the soft breeze fluttering around, bringing the faint
scent of what smelled like a fruit orchid.

Maybe
Qui-Gon would take him there?

It
would be nice to visit a fruit orchid not touched by the war and be
with Qui-Gon, maybe they could even have a picnic there?

That
would be lov- “OBI-WAN!”

Eyes
flaring open in surprise and shock, Obi-Wan jerked to his feet at the
shout before yelping in utter delight as he was swept off his feet by
a blond missile who swung him around before wrapping him in a tight
hug, the taller man holding onto him trembling. “Anakin!” He
gasped.

The
other Jedi was trembling, arm as tight as possible to a point where
it honestly ached a bit but Obi-Wan didn’t care at all as
he wrapped his arms around the other as tightly as possible in return
while muttering assurances and comfort to his former padawan.

“…Don’t
ever do that again.” Anakin eventually hissed, settling Obi-Wan
down on his feet, resting their foreheads together while keeping his
arms around the shorter man. “I swear if you do I will… I will…
I will lock up all your teas and shove refuse to tell you where they
are for two weeks.” He swore.

Laughing
faintly, Obi-Wan nodded, thinning his shields to gossamer threads for
Anakin to slip in, for the two to re-familiarize with each other as
they used to do.

After
a few moments, Anakin spoke again. “…You’re not coming home are
you?” He whispered.

Squeezing
the others shoulders, Obi-Wan made a low noise. “No, I’m staying
here. With Qui-Gon. I’m tired of running Anakin from something that
won’t be stopped and I’d rather do it on my own terms, because
there’s nothing that can break a Force willed lifebond short of
death.” He whispered.

Nodding
at that, Anakin tightened his arms around the other, nestling him
against the blonds chest. “…Qui-Gon promised me I’d get to
visit any time I wanted to. He swore. I’m going to visit you often,
you hear me?” He said.

“I
hoped you would, I could need a friendly face even if the Jedi Order
won’t know of me once they learn.” Obi-Wan laughed, on the verge
of a sob.

Breathing
out shakily, Anakin just held his former master in the serene breeze
of Serenno. “Just stay safe
Obi-Wan, that’s all I ask for.”

Sith and Jedi- Obi-Wan is sleeping after being ill/injured/in a traumatic situation. Maybe his entire sith family is there watching over him

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Watching Obi-Wan through the window,
each Sith stood quietly as the Jedi twisted on the bed with sweat
rolling down his exposed flushed skin as the redhead muttered to
things only he could see.

Obi-Wan had become quarantined after
encountering a strand of the plague he had been treating on
Vermillon.

From what the healers could tell, the
other had been bitten by some kind of rodent carrying the strain and
had ignored the first few symptoms Obi-Wan had received in favor of
helping the other victims.

Which left to their current situation
with Obi-Wan trapped on the other side of the quarantined room that
had been set up once the rest of the relief effort had arrived,
trapped by the fever his body was being ravaged with.

Anakin finally let out a shaking
breath, arms wrapped tightly around himself. “I’m so sorry…”
He whispered only for Qui-Gon and Yan both to settle their hands on
his shoulders.

“You could not have prevented this
Anakin, some times we just have no control of the situations.”
Qui-Gon murmured sternly despite how much it hurt to see Obi-Wan
twist with abdominal pains or see the evidence of bleeding underneath
the skin.

He knew better than to blame Anakin.

“Qui-Gon is right. If there’s
anyone to blame here, its Obi-Wan for ignoring his symptoms when he
knew there was a plague. Now he has septicemic plague and may be
bleeding internally for all we know since the healers won’t tell
us.” Yan murmured quietly, his face set in stone.

“But… but he’s in there.”
Anakin whispered, fingers digging into his upper arms. “You heard
what the healers said… fever, chills, sweats, abdominal pain,
bleeding under the skin and in organs… and that’s only what they
are sure of, there could be symptoms that hasn’t been picked up
on.” He swallowed hard, his throat hurting.

Qui-Gon would have said something else
to reassurance the young knight if it wasn’t for a cry in the other
room as Obi-Wan twisted around and arched his back on the bed,
sobbing in pain as he gritted his teeth with the lights flickering
from a wave of Force exploding from the Jedi.

It flooded the Force with pain and
discomfort that made all three Sith tense up.

“…Can’t we go in there?” Anakin
whispered desperately.

“You heard the healer, while septic
in nature, he is still contagious and is going to be for at least
forty eight hours.” Qui-Got out through a gritted jaw, knowing he
should return to Mace who he had been assigned to and Yan to Micah.

“But what about a bio hazard suit?
couldn’t we… I mean if we wore one of those? Just sit with him,
hold him?” Anakin whispered desperately.

Yan and Qui-Gon exchanged long looks
before the older went to fetch a healer and ask.

Anakin and Qui-Gon remained by the
window to stare in as Obi-Wan finally dropped down on the bed with a
hitched sob, tears rolling down his cheeks and into his signature
beard from his closed eyes.

“…He looks so small now. He seemed
so happy at Yoda’s stupid birthday party when he gave that old
gnome his gift, those caramel coated grubs and the stupid tea that
made Yoda cackle.” Anakin shuddered a bit.

“Its the plague. Its affecting how we
view him… he’s usually strong but right now…” Qui-Gon
swallowed.

Shaking a bit, Anakin gave a quiet sob
as he allowed Qui-Gon to pull him against his chest, pressing his
face into the older mans shoulder. “I just want him to come out of
this okay.”

Settling the other tightly into his
arms, Qui-Gon decided that his linage needed him more, Mace would
forgive him. “He will Anakin, the healers has him. He will be
alright.” He promised quietly, watching Obi-Wan open his eyes ever
so slightly to look towards the window, his face crumbling into a
grimace of utter pain and humiliation as tears continued to stream
down his face. “He’s going to be alright and we’re going to be
there for him.” Qui-Gon vowed.

Sith and Jedi- Obi-Wan is sleeping after being ill/injured/in a traumatic situation. Maybe his entire sith family is there watching over him

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Watching Obi-Wan through the window,
each Sith stood quietly as the Jedi twisted on the bed with sweat
rolling down his exposed flushed skin as the redhead muttered to
things only he could see.

Obi-Wan had become quarantined after
encountering a strand of the plague he had been treating on
Vermillon.

From what the healers could tell, the
other had been bitten by some kind of rodent carrying the strain and
had ignored the first few symptoms Obi-Wan had received in favor of
helping the other victims.

Which left to their current situation
with Obi-Wan trapped on the other side of the quarantined room that
had been set up once the rest of the relief effort had arrived,
trapped by the fever his body was being ravaged with.

Anakin finally let out a shaking
breath, arms wrapped tightly around himself. “I’m so sorry…”
He whispered only for Qui-Gon and Yan both to settle their hands on
his shoulders.

“You could not have prevented this
Anakin, some times we just have no control of the situations.”
Qui-Gon murmured sternly despite how much it hurt to see Obi-Wan
twist with abdominal pains or see the evidence of bleeding underneath
the skin.

He knew better than to blame Anakin.

“Qui-Gon is right. If there’s
anyone to blame here, its Obi-Wan for ignoring his symptoms when he
knew there was a plague. Now he has septicemic plague and may be
bleeding internally for all we know since the healers won’t tell
us.” Yan murmured quietly, his face set in stone.

“But… but he’s in there.”
Anakin whispered, fingers digging into his upper arms. “You heard
what the healers said… fever, chills, sweats, abdominal pain,
bleeding under the skin and in organs… and that’s only what they
are sure of, there could be symptoms that hasn’t been picked up
on.” He swallowed hard, his throat hurting.

Qui-Gon would have said something else
to reassurance the young knight if it wasn’t for a cry in the other
room as Obi-Wan twisted around and arched his back on the bed,
sobbing in pain as he gritted his teeth with the lights flickering
from a wave of Force exploding from the Jedi.

It flooded the Force with pain and
discomfort that made all three Sith tense up.

“…Can’t we go in there?” Anakin
whispered desperately.

“You heard the healer, while septic
in nature, he is still contagious and is going to be for at least
forty eight hours.” Qui-Got out through a gritted jaw, knowing he
should return to Mace who he had been assigned to and Yan to Micah.

“But what about a bio hazard suit?
couldn’t we… I mean if we wore one of those? Just sit with him,
hold him?” Anakin whispered desperately.

Yan and Qui-Gon exchanged long looks
before the older went to fetch a healer and ask.

Anakin and Qui-Gon remained by the
window to stare in as Obi-Wan finally dropped down on the bed with a
hitched sob, tears rolling down his cheeks and into his signature
beard from his closed eyes.

“…He looks so small now. He seemed
so happy at Yoda’s stupid birthday party when he gave that old
gnome his gift, those caramel coated grubs and the stupid tea that
made Yoda cackle.” Anakin shuddered a bit.

“Its the plague. Its affecting how we
view him… he’s usually strong but right now…” Qui-Gon
swallowed.

Shaking a bit, Anakin gave a quiet sob
as he allowed Qui-Gon to pull him against his chest, pressing his
face into the older mans shoulder. “I just want him to come out of
this okay.”

Settling the other tightly into his
arms, Qui-Gon decided that his linage needed him more, Mace would
forgive him. “He will Anakin, the healers has him. He will be
alright.” He promised quietly, watching Obi-Wan open his eyes ever
so slightly to look towards the window, his face crumbling into a
grimace of utter pain and humiliation as tears continued to stream
down his face. “He’s going to be alright and we’re going to be
there for him.” Qui-Gon vowed.

Just read the entire thing and I’m totally in love with Sith and Jedi. May I request Obi-Wan finally showing why he is Yoda’s favourite? Like, until now everyone had to rescue him and even though he is loved by many, the «Kenobi duty» is a chore. So can we have a badass Obi-Wan showing his skills and saving the day?

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Sipping
his tea peacefully, Obi-Wan looked up as the door slammed open hard
enough to splinter metal and leave shrapnel all over the polished
floor of the shuttle, a panting Maul standing in the doorway with
wild eyes that focused on him.

Confusion
entered those yellow, predatory eyes as he took in Obi-Wan’s
unruffled and uninjured state, the Jedi complete with a cup of
fragrant tea in his hands and a smile on his face as he sat at the
slave smugglers table all alone.

Stepping
in slowly, boots crunching down on the metal, Maul glanced around the
room warily while taking a deep breath through his nose to catch the
fresh scent of the smugglers before the Sith focused back on his Jedi
companion. “Obi-Wan, where are the smugglers?” He grunted out,
his breathing smoothing out now that he wasn’t sure he’d find
Obi-Wan smuggled off planet or sold already.

Or
injured.

Kriff
he was sure Jinn was going to twist his head off but here Obi-Wan,
eyes swimming with amusement and a serene expression on his face.

The
Jedi pointed up with a small chuckle and Maul craned his head back to
stare at the floating and unconscious forms of the smugglers
all hanging around the ceiling with some of them bumping into the
light fixture.

“…You
knocked them out and floated them to the ceiling with the Force.”
Maul deadpanned, after a long moment of silence, staring at them with
wide eyes as someones ass bumped into another smugglers head.

“I
did indeed.” Obi-Wan offered with cheer, finishing off his cup of
tea and settling it on the table before standing and brushing off his
front. “They were quite polite so I decided it was best to keep
them out of harms way when you eventually hunted me down. And if they
started to struggle they’d have a little fall to discourage them
from struggling too much.”

Blinking
slowly, Maul finally shook his head and looked at the other. “I
can’t decide if you’re crazy or creative. No wonder that old goat
Yoda likes you so much.” He muttered while pulling out his comm
link to contact the police commander.

Chuckling
faintly, Obi-Wan just stretched slowly and peered lazily at his
friend with a small smile.

()()()

Stopping
when they noticed Obi-Wan wasn’t following them, both Yan and
Qui-Gon turned around quickly to check on their younger linage member
with the older hiding his worry with more ease then his younger
companions.

With
Palpatine raising hell around the planet and several Jedi and Sith
going missing, anxieties
were going high in both Orders with both the Sith and Jedi council
convening together often to
discuss
what the kark to do.

Qui-Gon’s
shoulders sunk in relief when he saw Obi-Wan only a few meters behind
them at a stand, speaking to a gungan vendor. “Looks
like he’s getting Yoda a present.” He noted quietly.

“It
is soon the mans birthday.” Yan mused, rubbing his chin.

“You’re
still not going to get him anything.” Qui-Gon snorted at Yan.

Yan
smirked at him before shrugging. “I arrange a nice tea ceremony for
him and spend the day with him. As is our tradition.”

Snorting
at that while crossing his arms over his chest, Qui-Gon watched
Obi-Wan barter with the gungan. “And you wonder why Obi-Wan is the
favorite. He’s powerful, calm, a Jedi, well trained and he brings
gifts.” He teased.

Yan
just shrugged, watching his grandpadawan with a small smile. “He’s
my favorite too.” He confessed easily.

Just read the entire thing and I’m totally in love with Sith and Jedi. May I request Obi-Wan finally showing why he is Yoda’s favourite? Like, until now everyone had to rescue him and even though he is loved by many, the «Kenobi duty» is a chore. So can we have a badass Obi-Wan showing his skills and saving the day?

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Sipping
his tea peacefully, Obi-Wan looked up as the door slammed open hard
enough to splinter metal and leave shrapnel all over the polished
floor of the shuttle, a panting Maul standing in the doorway with
wild eyes that focused on him.

Confusion
entered those yellow, predatory eyes as he took in Obi-Wan’s
unruffled and uninjured state, the Jedi complete with a cup of
fragrant tea in his hands and a smile on his face as he sat at the
slave smugglers table all alone.

Stepping
in slowly, boots crunching down on the metal, Maul glanced around the
room warily while taking a deep breath through his nose to catch the
fresh scent of the smugglers before the Sith focused back on his Jedi
companion. “Obi-Wan, where are the smugglers?” He grunted out,
his breathing smoothing out now that he wasn’t sure he’d find
Obi-Wan smuggled off planet or sold already.

Or
injured.

Kriff
he was sure Jinn was going to twist his head off but here Obi-Wan,
eyes swimming with amusement and a serene expression on his face.

The
Jedi pointed up with a small chuckle and Maul craned his head back to
stare at the floating and unconscious forms of the smugglers
all hanging around the ceiling with some of them bumping into the
light fixture.

“…You
knocked them out and floated them to the ceiling with the Force.”
Maul deadpanned, after a long moment of silence, staring at them with
wide eyes as someones ass bumped into another smugglers head.

“I
did indeed.” Obi-Wan offered with cheer, finishing off his cup of
tea and settling it on the table before standing and brushing off his
front. “They were quite polite so I decided it was best to keep
them out of harms way when you eventually hunted me down. And if they
started to struggle they’d have a little fall to discourage them
from struggling too much.”

Blinking
slowly, Maul finally shook his head and looked at the other. “I
can’t decide if you’re crazy or creative. No wonder that old goat
Yoda likes you so much.” He muttered while pulling out his comm
link to contact the police commander.

Chuckling
faintly, Obi-Wan just stretched slowly and peered lazily at his
friend with a small smile.

()()()

Stopping
when they noticed Obi-Wan wasn’t following them, both Yan and
Qui-Gon turned around quickly to check on their younger linage member
with the older hiding his worry with more ease then his younger
companions.

With
Palpatine raising hell around the planet and several Jedi and Sith
going missing, anxieties
were going high in both Orders with both the Sith and Jedi council
convening together often to
discuss
what the kark to do.

Qui-Gon’s
shoulders sunk in relief when he saw Obi-Wan only a few meters behind
them at a stand, speaking to a gungan vendor. “Looks
like he’s getting Yoda a present.” He noted quietly.

“It
is soon the mans birthday.” Yan mused, rubbing his chin.

“You’re
still not going to get him anything.” Qui-Gon snorted at Yan.

Yan
smirked at him before shrugging. “I arrange a nice tea ceremony for
him and spend the day with him. As is our tradition.”

Snorting
at that while crossing his arms over his chest, Qui-Gon watched
Obi-Wan barter with the gungan. “And you wonder why Obi-Wan is the
favorite. He’s powerful, calm, a Jedi, well trained and he brings
gifts.” He teased.

Yan
just shrugged, watching his grandpadawan with a small smile. “He’s
my favorite too.” He confessed easily.

Murder husband- Anakin slowly falls under Qui-Gon’s manipulation and Qui-Gon tells a comatose Obi-Wan about his success with gathering together Obi-Wan’s family.

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“He’s faltering you know.” Qui-Gon murmured, hand on the warm
tank with a small, wry smile that exposed one of his fangs. “Anakin
is faltering into the dark though I have to admit its not all
my fault. I imagine you’d agree it would be better he falls to my
side than Sidious though, the old creep he is.” He rumbled and
sighed a bit. “I worry about that boy, I honestly do considering he
hasn’t caught onto Sidious ploy around him.”

Obi-Wan didn’t respond of course, unconscious and dragged as he was
in the bacta tank.

But that wouldn’t last for too much longer since it was finally
time to remove Obi-Wan.

That made Qui-Gon smile widely while pressing his hand tighter to the
tank. “I’m glad your lungs have recovered better, I’m glad
you’re healthy enough to come out now.” He chuckled warmly.

He was ready to hear Obi-Wan’s voice for Force sake and the medics
had finally done their job as they were suppose to, finding out how
to medicate Obi-Wan from the exposure to the gas and how to heal him
properly.

“A droid should come by and start draining the tank and bring you
out. Once that’s done its the usual, toweling down and settling
into a bed until you wake up and can get yourself into the fresher
for a shower.” He smirked. “Though I am fully willing to help you
out should your legs be shaky.” He teased the unconscious man.

There was just the answer of the bubbling bacta tank.

It caused him to sigh, it wasn’t nearly as fun to tease Obi-Wan
when he wasn’t awake to banter back damn it.

()()()

The first thing Obi-Wan does when he wakes up is to cry.

Its not a conscious decision but more a reaction to the drugs in his
systems that provoke a reaction. A warm and big hand is quick to
respond to those tears however, slowly drying them while a deep
brogue murmurs soothing words in the meantime.

It still takes time for Obi-Wan to stop crying and he doesn’t fully
wake up the first time, only goes right back asleep again after his
tears with that big hand resting on one cheek in comfort.

The second time he woke he’s more aware as he smells the sweetly
scent of bacta, staring right up into those black, yellow and red
eyes with an oxygen mask covering his mouth and nose, it tasted a bit
odd, almost sterilized in a way.

“Slow breaths Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon murmured quietly, stroking his
cheek still. “Your lungs are still tender so you need to breath the
medicated oxygen for a few hours at least.” The Sith explained.

Making a low noise of understanding, Obi-Wan slowly cataloged his own
aches.

For the most part he was fine except for a chest soreness.

“You had me worried, there were a few moments where I honestly
thought you were going to fade into the Force little love.” Qui-Gon
rumbled.

Glancing up at the other man again, Obi-Wan said nothing as he could
feel the genuineness of the statement, the lifebond between them wide
open with Qui-Gon’s worry itching through them both like an
uncomfortable rash.

The thought made Qui-Gon chuckle quietly, stroking Obi-Wan’s cheek
with a thumb slowly. “When you had enough medicated air, I’ll
help you to the fresher.” He promised softly.

“…Kay.” Obi-Wan whispered, so tired of fighting the bond.

Would it really hurt if he, just for a little while, let Qui-Gon care
for him?

Murder husband- Anakin slowly falls under Qui-Gon’s manipulation and Qui-Gon tells a comatose Obi-Wan about his success with gathering together Obi-Wan’s family.

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“He’s faltering you know.” Qui-Gon murmured, hand on the warm
tank with a small, wry smile that exposed one of his fangs. “Anakin
is faltering into the dark though I have to admit its not all
my fault. I imagine you’d agree it would be better he falls to my
side than Sidious though, the old creep he is.” He rumbled and
sighed a bit. “I worry about that boy, I honestly do considering he
hasn’t caught onto Sidious ploy around him.”

Obi-Wan didn’t respond of course, unconscious and dragged as he was
in the bacta tank.

But that wouldn’t last for too much longer since it was finally
time to remove Obi-Wan.

That made Qui-Gon smile widely while pressing his hand tighter to the
tank. “I’m glad your lungs have recovered better, I’m glad
you’re healthy enough to come out now.” He chuckled warmly.

He was ready to hear Obi-Wan’s voice for Force sake and the medics
had finally done their job as they were suppose to, finding out how
to medicate Obi-Wan from the exposure to the gas and how to heal him
properly.

“A droid should come by and start draining the tank and bring you
out. Once that’s done its the usual, toweling down and settling
into a bed until you wake up and can get yourself into the fresher
for a shower.” He smirked. “Though I am fully willing to help you
out should your legs be shaky.” He teased the unconscious man.

There was just the answer of the bubbling bacta tank.

It caused him to sigh, it wasn’t nearly as fun to tease Obi-Wan
when he wasn’t awake to banter back damn it.

()()()

The first thing Obi-Wan does when he wakes up is to cry.

Its not a conscious decision but more a reaction to the drugs in his
systems that provoke a reaction. A warm and big hand is quick to
respond to those tears however, slowly drying them while a deep
brogue murmurs soothing words in the meantime.

It still takes time for Obi-Wan to stop crying and he doesn’t fully
wake up the first time, only goes right back asleep again after his
tears with that big hand resting on one cheek in comfort.

The second time he woke he’s more aware as he smells the sweetly
scent of bacta, staring right up into those black, yellow and red
eyes with an oxygen mask covering his mouth and nose, it tasted a bit
odd, almost sterilized in a way.

“Slow breaths Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon murmured quietly, stroking his
cheek still. “Your lungs are still tender so you need to breath the
medicated oxygen for a few hours at least.” The Sith explained.

Making a low noise of understanding, Obi-Wan slowly cataloged his own
aches.

For the most part he was fine except for a chest soreness.

“You had me worried, there were a few moments where I honestly
thought you were going to fade into the Force little love.” Qui-Gon
rumbled.

Glancing up at the other man again, Obi-Wan said nothing as he could
feel the genuineness of the statement, the lifebond between them wide
open with Qui-Gon’s worry itching through them both like an
uncomfortable rash.

The thought made Qui-Gon chuckle quietly, stroking Obi-Wan’s cheek
with a thumb slowly. “When you had enough medicated air, I’ll
help you to the fresher.” He promised softly.

“…Kay.” Obi-Wan whispered, so tired of fighting the bond.

Would it really hurt if he, just for a little while, let Qui-Gon care
for him?

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Staring
up at Obi-Wan’s placid face for a long moment, Anakin finally
tilted his head to look at Qui-Gon on the other side of the tank.
“Why is he still in the bacta tank?” He asked gruffly. He knew
that Qui-Gon had the other for close to a month and by that time
Obi-Wan should have…

He
should be out!

“The
gas did major damage to his internal organs, mostly his lungs but
also his nerves.” Qui-Gon murmured calmly. “I’m relying on the
medical science I can get my hand on to reverse the process but he
can’t breath on his own and its better to keep him in bacta to
prevent the nerve damage from worsening.” He shrugged, yellow and
black eyes calm with no lie in them as he peered back at Anakin.

It
made sense.

Anakin
didn’t have to like it but it made sense and he grabbed the medical
chart hanging onto the tube, reading it over without Qui-Gon showing
the slightest sign to alarm.

Most
of the medical jargon went over his head but it fit with what Qui-Gon
was telling him too. Damaged lungs, nerve systems, something about
degraded nasal tubes because of the gas and apparently something
about the kidneys too trying to rinse the absorbed gas which had lead
to damage there too?

Once
again, all things Qui-Gon had implied to him with the signature of an
actual medic at the bottom, which meant that a medic under oath had
looked Obi-Wan over and given his medical opinion on him and his
required treatment.

“How
long does he need to stay there?” Anakin asked a bit more quietly,
trying to get around the feeling of how surreal everything was.

Qui-Gon
shrugged, resting a hand against the tank. “As long as Obi-Wan
needs. I’m not risking his health for anything.” He
said as lightly as he could though his eyes glowed fiercely in the
dim light, the black of his schlera tainted with it for a few
seconds.

Anakin
stares at him for a long moment in discomfort. “…I don’t like
this. You’re going to hurt him, subdu-”

“You
Jedi are so predictable.” Qui-Gon sighed quietly than smirked at
Anakin. “Do you honestly think I will subdue Obi-Wan’s will? Do
you think that anything of what I love about him comes from him being
subdued? I want him to smile again you silly boy.” Qui-Gon
chuckled, looking up at Obi-Wan in the bacta. “This war will end
and I will take him away yes but he needs to get away, or he’s
going to wind up killing himself all for others. He deserves better
and I will make it my mission to ensure he gets better.” He
murmured fondly.

Twitching
a bit, Anakin bit his bottom lip savagely.

He
couldn’t hear a lie in Qui-Gon, that was the worst part of all of
it.

When
this offer had come through to the council for Anakin to come see
Obi-Wan and see for himself that the man couldn’t be moved, they
had all been leery. But Qui-Gon Jinn had sworn on his lifebond that
it was no trick, that Anakin was going to get to see Obi-Wan and
judge his health himself to bring back to the temple that
Qui-Gon wasn’t doing this for shit and giggles.

So
far all of it was true.

“…I
want copies of these medical papers. For our healers.” Anakin
grunted.

Qui-Gon
just shrugged and nodded. “Of course Ani.” Then he smiled fondly.
“Its good to see you.”

Glaring
at the other, Anakin bit his tongue as uncertainty rolled in his
stomach.

Qui-Gon
was the enemy, but Qui-Gon was also his grandmaster, his grandmaster
who obviously cared for Obi-Wan, who had limited death here and there
despite being with Dooku and…

And
Anakin wasn’t sure what to think of any of it.

Force
he wanted to shove his head into a wall some days.

Or
maybe just get utterly wasted. ‘Maybe me and Obi-Wan can go get
shitfaced one of these days when he escapes?’ Anakin mused a bit
desperately while peering up at the other man in despair.

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Staring
up at Obi-Wan’s placid face for a long moment, Anakin finally
tilted his head to look at Qui-Gon on the other side of the tank.
“Why is he still in the bacta tank?” He asked gruffly. He knew
that Qui-Gon had the other for close to a month and by that time
Obi-Wan should have…

He
should be out!

“The
gas did major damage to his internal organs, mostly his lungs but
also his nerves.” Qui-Gon murmured calmly. “I’m relying on the
medical science I can get my hand on to reverse the process but he
can’t breath on his own and its better to keep him in bacta to
prevent the nerve damage from worsening.” He shrugged, yellow and
black eyes calm with no lie in them as he peered back at Anakin.

It
made sense.

Anakin
didn’t have to like it but it made sense and he grabbed the medical
chart hanging onto the tube, reading it over without Qui-Gon showing
the slightest sign to alarm.

Most
of the medical jargon went over his head but it fit with what Qui-Gon
was telling him too. Damaged lungs, nerve systems, something about
degraded nasal tubes because of the gas and apparently something
about the kidneys too trying to rinse the absorbed gas which had lead
to damage there too?

Once
again, all things Qui-Gon had implied to him with the signature of an
actual medic at the bottom, which meant that a medic under oath had
looked Obi-Wan over and given his medical opinion on him and his
required treatment.

“How
long does he need to stay there?” Anakin asked a bit more quietly,
trying to get around the feeling of how surreal everything was.

Qui-Gon
shrugged, resting a hand against the tank. “As long as Obi-Wan
needs. I’m not risking his health for anything.” He
said as lightly as he could though his eyes glowed fiercely in the
dim light, the black of his schlera tainted with it for a few
seconds.

Anakin
stares at him for a long moment in discomfort. “…I don’t like
this. You’re going to hurt him, subdu-”

“You
Jedi are so predictable.” Qui-Gon sighed quietly than smirked at
Anakin. “Do you honestly think I will subdue Obi-Wan’s will? Do
you think that anything of what I love about him comes from him being
subdued? I want him to smile again you silly boy.” Qui-Gon
chuckled, looking up at Obi-Wan in the bacta. “This war will end
and I will take him away yes but he needs to get away, or he’s
going to wind up killing himself all for others. He deserves better
and I will make it my mission to ensure he gets better.” He
murmured fondly.

Twitching
a bit, Anakin bit his bottom lip savagely.

He
couldn’t hear a lie in Qui-Gon, that was the worst part of all of
it.

When
this offer had come through to the council for Anakin to come see
Obi-Wan and see for himself that the man couldn’t be moved, they
had all been leery. But Qui-Gon Jinn had sworn on his lifebond that
it was no trick, that Anakin was going to get to see Obi-Wan and
judge his health himself to bring back to the temple that
Qui-Gon wasn’t doing this for shit and giggles.

So
far all of it was true.

“…I
want copies of these medical papers. For our healers.” Anakin
grunted.

Qui-Gon
just shrugged and nodded. “Of course Ani.” Then he smiled fondly.
“Its good to see you.”

Glaring
at the other, Anakin bit his tongue as uncertainty rolled in his
stomach.

Qui-Gon
was the enemy, but Qui-Gon was also his grandmaster, his grandmaster
who obviously cared for Obi-Wan, who had limited death here and there
despite being with Dooku and…

And
Anakin wasn’t sure what to think of any of it.

Force
he wanted to shove his head into a wall some days.

Or
maybe just get utterly wasted. ‘Maybe me and Obi-Wan can go get
shitfaced one of these days when he escapes?’ Anakin mused a bit
desperately while peering up at the other man in despair.

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“…You let him
go unsupervised to Dex?” Qui-Gon questioned the young Emperor with
a dark frown as the information set in.

“Not
unsupervised.” Anakin gave a careless shrug, one leg hanging off
the couch with his clothes an utter mess. “I sent guards with him
to make sure he was safe.”

Pinching the bridge
of his nose, Qui-Gon growled. “But he spoke to Dex, unsupervised?”
He stressed.

Anakin finally put
down the magazine he had been reading to stare at Qui-Gon with a
confused frown. “Yeeeees?”

“You let Obi-Wan,
our crafty little love, speak to Dex, the diner owner and former
traveler of the entire galaxy with a history so colorful you could
paint the galaxy in one go, unsupervised.” Qui-Gon deadpanned.

Anakin bit his
bottom lip, yellow eyes flickering to the balcony where Obi-Wan was
kneeling, meditating in the evening sun. “…Its just Dex. I mean
its not like he’s about to… I mean…”

“Dex could
deliver any message to anyone or get Obi-Wan anything the boy wanted.
Dex adores Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon stressed before rolling his shoulders
and heading for the balcony, settling down beside the other.

But he didn’t
disturb, he waited until Obi-Wan surfaced from his meditation to peer
at him in some confusion.

“You were at
Dex.” Qui-Gon murmured before reaching out to stroke the others
hair behind his ear. “I know you. I know him. What did you two
speak about?” He asked sternly.

Obi-Wan peered at
him a long moment.

As Qui-Gon reached
a level of impatience, he finally answered. “I asked for truthful
information about the galaxy, not what you two allow to trickle down
to me through shielded lines and comms. He told me a few things that
didn’t make me happy but… he also told me a lot that did make me
happy.” Obi-Wan looked away from the older man then sighed. “I’m
still upset with you two, you know that but… maybe you two aren’t
the worst to happen to the galaxy…”  He admitted quietly.

Frowning a bit,
Qui-Gon tilted his head. “What did Dex tell you?” The Sith
questioned.

“You could have
told me you’ve gone to battle with the Hutt council over slavery.”
Obi-Wan murmured in turn, giving him a challenging look.

A staring match
ensued before Qui-Gon rubbed his fingers over his beard. “We didn’t
tell you because its not public information Obi-Wan. Its a cover
operation that can’t be proven to lead back to us and it worries me
that Dex knew.” He rumbled.

To that Obi-Wan
just shrugged. “Dex is Dex, he’s always had an ear for the
unusual and the hard to know information.” Then he leveled up a
grim look at Qui-Gon. “Where else was I suppose to go for true
information when you two have made it clear I am not allowed to speak
with any Jedi, not even friends?” He pursed his lips.

Softening at that,
Qui-Gon cupped the young mans cheek, smiling more when Obi-Wan didn’t
withdraw as he did in the start. “We never said that, we only said
you could not go to the Jedi temple.” He murmured.

That got a sharp,
confused blink out of Obi-Wan.

“What Qui-Gon
means.” Anakin added, stepping onto the balcony too after keeping
his peace for the last ten minutes of conversation. “Is that you
can bring them here, you can bring as many Jedi as you want here to
this apartment to spend time with your friends.” He crooned,
sitting down on Obi-Wan’s other side, settling his hand on the
redhead’s thigh.

“I…really?”
Obi-Wan looked between them. “I…”

“We didn’t
think we needed to state that.” Qui-Gon shrugged. “We only don’t
want you to associate with Jedi as Jedi… but your friends, your
friends can come here to be your friends.” He leaned in and pressed
a soft kiss to the others cheek.

Obi-Wan stared at
them with wide eyes, looking both delighted and confused.