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Resist the dark- Obi-Wan gets a little devious and requests to speak with a “friend outside of the order.” Vader, not knowing the name of the person, agrees. What happens when Qui-Gon finds out after Obi-Wan is meeting with his friend.

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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.

Feel free to save this for whenever it’s relevant to the story timeline, but for murder husband: does Qui-gon manage to change the orders for the clone’s chips? Not remove them or turn them off, but change what they mean? Maybe order 66 goes from ‘kill the jedi’ to ‘capture the jedi’ or maybe he just excludes Obi-wan from order 66? Does Sith Punk Qui-Gon have Plans in the works to get rid of Sidious (And maybe put himself or Dooku in charge?)

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Glancing up from
his terminal as the soft blue glow flickered a bit, Qui-Gon watched
Obi-Wan as the Jedi floated around in the bacta tube, still healing
from his encounter with gas.

His sweet Obi-Wan
looked terrible still.

But that was
combined by the war taking a toll on him along with the recent
gas attack.

‘My poor love.’
He mused then turned his attention back down on his terminal, working
away quietly with his loose hair falling around his shoulders and
tickled the shaven parts of his scalp as he worked on the signal he
would unleash when the time was right that would rewrite the clone
troopers chips.

So many of these
orders Sidious had had implanted into them were…

Well frankly
horrifying and a brief conversation with Yan had lead to the change
he was currently writing, there would be no order 66, no operation
Knightfall, no Order 39 which was frankly horrifying in all its
understanding as executing civilians to get wanted individuals were
too far even for Qui-Gon.

‘He is an utterly
merciless sadist to approve of these orders.’ The man mused quietly
before glancing up at Obi-Wan again. He knew the other would forever
be unhappy if any of these orders went through and yes, Qui-Gon was a
Sith now, he came back from the dead and he was no longer right as
the Jedi said…

But he was no
monster who wished unhappiness on his lovely little bondmate and come
to be husband.

He knew what
everyone thought.

They thought he
would corrupt Obi-Wan, that he wanted to hide him from the galaxy and
build a tower around him and keep him only for himself.

But what Qui-Gon
actually wanted…

No what he craved,
was to make Obi-Wan happy truly. Make him smile as Qui-Gon remembered
the young man with a too long braid doing in far gone missions of their pasts.

And the destruction
of the Jedi Order would not make Obi-Wan happy, no it would
irreversibly break parts of him that Qui-Gon would never again be
able to set back together. Frankly he could see Obi-Wan exiling
himself to some mundane and torturous planet if the Order broke
apart.

No, to subdue the
Order would be better, put in containment until things could be
properly worked out and then the Jedi would have no other choice then
to either leave on their own or fall in with the new regime.

‘Yan will enjoy
being able to boss Tarkin around I imagine.’ He smirked to himself
before setting the terminal aside for now and standing, pressing his
hand to the tank with a small, softer smile then then had been seen
on his face by anyone other then Yan since he came back.

“Soon Obi-Love.
You can’t fight a lifebond but I can make things work for us both.”
He murmured fondly.

Obi-Wan twitched in
the tank, as if responding to Qui-Gon’s voice and the revived Sith
chuckled quietly to himself as the tank heated his palm and Obi-Wan
floated harmlessly around.

“I’ll make you
smile again my dear one. And laugh. And anyone who thinks they can
stop me has another thing coming.” He murmured as his eyes flared
up in yellow with a small smirk that exposed the tips of his fangs.

Let Sidious think
he had the obedience of Qui-Gon, let him think he held all the cards
and all the knowledge. The more certain he felt in his path as
Qui-Gon continued to lead him by the hand, the more unstable he would
be when Qui-Gon turned it all on him.

All of Sidious
carefully laid plans would turn to ashes as Qui-Gon turned the mans
own tools on him.

It would be
glorious.

Feel free to save this for whenever it’s relevant to the story timeline, but for murder husband: does Qui-gon manage to change the orders for the clone’s chips? Not remove them or turn them off, but change what they mean? Maybe order 66 goes from ‘kill the jedi’ to ‘capture the jedi’ or maybe he just excludes Obi-wan from order 66? Does Sith Punk Qui-Gon have Plans in the works to get rid of Sidious (And maybe put himself or Dooku in charge?)

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Glancing up from
his terminal as the soft blue glow flickered a bit, Qui-Gon watched
Obi-Wan as the Jedi floated around in the bacta tube, still healing
from his encounter with gas.

His sweet Obi-Wan
looked terrible still.

But that was
combined by the war taking a toll on him along with the recent
gas attack.

‘My poor love.’
He mused then turned his attention back down on his terminal, working
away quietly with his loose hair falling around his shoulders and
tickled the shaven parts of his scalp as he worked on the signal he
would unleash when the time was right that would rewrite the clone
troopers chips.

So many of these
orders Sidious had had implanted into them were…

Well frankly
horrifying and a brief conversation with Yan had lead to the change
he was currently writing, there would be no order 66, no operation
Knightfall, no Order 39 which was frankly horrifying in all its
understanding as executing civilians to get wanted individuals were
too far even for Qui-Gon.

‘He is an utterly
merciless sadist to approve of these orders.’ The man mused quietly
before glancing up at Obi-Wan again. He knew the other would forever
be unhappy if any of these orders went through and yes, Qui-Gon was a
Sith now, he came back from the dead and he was no longer right as
the Jedi said…

But he was no
monster who wished unhappiness on his lovely little bondmate and come
to be husband.

He knew what
everyone thought.

They thought he
would corrupt Obi-Wan, that he wanted to hide him from the galaxy and
build a tower around him and keep him only for himself.

But what Qui-Gon
actually wanted…

No what he craved,
was to make Obi-Wan happy truly. Make him smile as Qui-Gon remembered
the young man with a too long braid doing in far gone missions of their pasts.

And the destruction
of the Jedi Order would not make Obi-Wan happy, no it would
irreversibly break parts of him that Qui-Gon would never again be
able to set back together. Frankly he could see Obi-Wan exiling
himself to some mundane and torturous planet if the Order broke
apart.

No, to subdue the
Order would be better, put in containment until things could be
properly worked out and then the Jedi would have no other choice then
to either leave on their own or fall in with the new regime.

‘Yan will enjoy
being able to boss Tarkin around I imagine.’ He smirked to himself
before setting the terminal aside for now and standing, pressing his
hand to the tank with a small, softer smile then then had been seen
on his face by anyone other then Yan since he came back.

“Soon Obi-Love.
You can’t fight a lifebond but I can make things work for us both.”
He murmured fondly.

Obi-Wan twitched in
the tank, as if responding to Qui-Gon’s voice and the revived Sith
chuckled quietly to himself as the tank heated his palm and Obi-Wan
floated harmlessly around.

“I’ll make you
smile again my dear one. And laugh. And anyone who thinks they can
stop me has another thing coming.” He murmured as his eyes flared
up in yellow with a small smirk that exposed the tips of his fangs.

Let Sidious think
he had the obedience of Qui-Gon, let him think he held all the cards
and all the knowledge. The more certain he felt in his path as
Qui-Gon continued to lead him by the hand, the more unstable he would
be when Qui-Gon turned it all on him.

All of Sidious
carefully laid plans would turn to ashes as Qui-Gon turned the mans
own tools on him.

It would be
glorious.

So murder husbands is my new absolute favourite thing and bless the force that it exists. I would love to see Obi-wan seriously injured and Qui-gon going livid protector mode, please?

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What
Qui-Gon Jinn expects will happen when he touches down on Talus in the
Corellian system is that he will be directing droids around, doing
some ambush and distraction attacks and lure Obi-Wan away from the
main bulk of his men.

What
he does not expect is for General Iron Sakoto to unleash a bio
chemical attack in a fit of panic that he’d come to expect from the
karking cowardly Neimoidian’s he’d been forced to work alongside
with, the bio chemical’s going from liquid to gas when in contact
with oxygen.

The
purpose of the gas?

To
attack anything with the Force in it, to dismantle the cell structure
of the lungs first which would cause a Force sensitive to choke on
their own blood and die. Or if they managed to last longer,
eventually be starved of oxygen as their lungs no longer functioned.

Qui-Gon
had not let Sakoto live long after that, snapping his neck before
storming over to a swoop with as he called over an antidote and two
breathing apparatus.

Because
he could feel Obi-Wan’s pain even now.

On the
planet and in pain, Obi-Wan had no defense against the lifebond
between them and he could feel the phantom sensation of his lungs no
longer working, of choking.

Obi-Wan
did not have long and Qui-Gon had no time to answer Yan’s demands
for answer as he kicked the swoop into activation and speed of into
the grassy fields of Talus.

The
lifebond acted like a beacon, pulsing between the two until it was
almost all Qui-Gon could think of as Obi-Wan’s pain was starting to
become overwhelming.

Obi-Wan
was dying.

It was
too horrifying and dangerous to contemplate.

Qui-Gon
was going to loose him if he didn’t find him soon and as he came
over a hill and into a cloud of blue gas, he slowed down enough to
jam the breathing apparatus into his mouth and cover his nose,
narrowing his eyes.

He
could barely see at all through the thick gas, forced to slow to a
frustratingly snail pace least he hit a rock outcropping or a root.

Rounding
a tree, Qui-Gon stopped as he heard a small choking cough.

‘Obi-Wan?’
He called out, dismounting the swoop as he tilted his head to listen.

There
was some alarm in the bond and then it was overshadowed by pain and
relief and the utter sensation of not wishing to die alone.

It made Qui-Gon
give a muffled snarl against his apparatus, tilting his head as he
heard a gurgle. ‘You are not
dying, just make some karking noises so I can find you.’
He snarled mentally, almost tripping over the others arm in the
process.

Quickly
kneeling down, Qui-Gon took note of a white clone armor not far from
them before focus on Obi-Wan fully as he turned the other onto his
back, jamming the breathing apparatus into the others mouth and
ignoring the blood practically flowing like a river from the others
mouth.

Obi-Wan
gave a whimpering, choked noise at that as he clipped the nose clamp
on, staring up at Qui-Gon with betrayed eyes before blinking as he
realized what he had in his mouth and slowly breathing through the
apparatus instead.

Shifting
the Jedi up, Qui-Gon set the antidote into the others neck, growling
a bit more.

If
this didn’t work, Qui-Gon was going to take Gunray’s head, first
torture, sever the tendons in his heels so he couldn’t run and then
let loose a nexus on him. And just before he died he’d bring him
back, give him just enough bacta to prolong the agony.

Slowly,
he slid his arms beneath Obi-Wan’s back and knees to carry him
away.

He
had Obi-Wan, he should feel vicious glee at the prospect of
completing the bond. Instead all he could feel was a sweltering rage
at what was done to his little Jedi bondmate.

With
steady steps, he headed back to the swoop with Obi-Wan in his arms
and murder in his eyes.

So murder husbands is my new absolute favourite thing and bless the force that it exists. I would love to see Obi-wan seriously injured and Qui-gon going livid protector mode, please?

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What
Qui-Gon Jinn expects will happen when he touches down on Talus in the
Corellian system is that he will be directing droids around, doing
some ambush and distraction attacks and lure Obi-Wan away from the
main bulk of his men.

What
he does not expect is for General Iron Sakoto to unleash a bio
chemical attack in a fit of panic that he’d come to expect from the
karking cowardly Neimoidian’s he’d been forced to work alongside
with, the bio chemical’s going from liquid to gas when in contact
with oxygen.

The
purpose of the gas?

To
attack anything with the Force in it, to dismantle the cell structure
of the lungs first which would cause a Force sensitive to choke on
their own blood and die. Or if they managed to last longer,
eventually be starved of oxygen as their lungs no longer functioned.

Qui-Gon
had not let Sakoto live long after that, snapping his neck before
storming over to a swoop with as he called over an antidote and two
breathing apparatus.

Because
he could feel Obi-Wan’s pain even now.

On the
planet and in pain, Obi-Wan had no defense against the lifebond
between them and he could feel the phantom sensation of his lungs no
longer working, of choking.

Obi-Wan
did not have long and Qui-Gon had no time to answer Yan’s demands
for answer as he kicked the swoop into activation and speed of into
the grassy fields of Talus.

The
lifebond acted like a beacon, pulsing between the two until it was
almost all Qui-Gon could think of as Obi-Wan’s pain was starting to
become overwhelming.

Obi-Wan
was dying.

It was
too horrifying and dangerous to contemplate.

Qui-Gon
was going to loose him if he didn’t find him soon and as he came
over a hill and into a cloud of blue gas, he slowed down enough to
jam the breathing apparatus into his mouth and cover his nose,
narrowing his eyes.

He
could barely see at all through the thick gas, forced to slow to a
frustratingly snail pace least he hit a rock outcropping or a root.

Rounding
a tree, Qui-Gon stopped as he heard a small choking cough.

‘Obi-Wan?’
He called out, dismounting the swoop as he tilted his head to listen.

There
was some alarm in the bond and then it was overshadowed by pain and
relief and the utter sensation of not wishing to die alone.

It made Qui-Gon
give a muffled snarl against his apparatus, tilting his head as he
heard a gurgle. ‘You are not
dying, just make some karking noises so I can find you.’
He snarled mentally, almost tripping over the others arm in the
process.

Quickly
kneeling down, Qui-Gon took note of a white clone armor not far from
them before focus on Obi-Wan fully as he turned the other onto his
back, jamming the breathing apparatus into the others mouth and
ignoring the blood practically flowing like a river from the others
mouth.

Obi-Wan
gave a whimpering, choked noise at that as he clipped the nose clamp
on, staring up at Qui-Gon with betrayed eyes before blinking as he
realized what he had in his mouth and slowly breathing through the
apparatus instead.

Shifting
the Jedi up, Qui-Gon set the antidote into the others neck, growling
a bit more.

If
this didn’t work, Qui-Gon was going to take Gunray’s head, first
torture, sever the tendons in his heels so he couldn’t run and then
let loose a nexus on him. And just before he died he’d bring him
back, give him just enough bacta to prolong the agony.

Slowly,
he slid his arms beneath Obi-Wan’s back and knees to carry him
away.

He
had Obi-Wan, he should feel vicious glee at the prospect of
completing the bond. Instead all he could feel was a sweltering rage
at what was done to his little Jedi bondmate.

With
steady steps, he headed back to the swoop with Obi-Wan in his arms
and murder in his eyes.

Murder husband on the loose? Idea for your next Sith!Qui-Gon fic? Punk!Sith!Qui-Gon? Yes, please! Is it ready yet? (Feel free to save this until it is.)

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He should be
scared.

Scratch that, he
should be terrified by the large body pinning him against the hanger
wall, the puff of warm breath brushing down over his face that tells
him the other is looking down at him as he feels rich, deep purple
and black fabric press against him.

But all he can feel
is a vague sense of relief from the warmth of the others body, the
familiar smell of tea and green things and the brush of long tendrils
of graying hair.

A broad hand, that
had been cupping his head to protect it against the impact of the
wall, carefully tipped his head up to face the owner of the body and
Obi-Wan meet the eyes of a Fallen Qui-Gon Jinn, the schlera black and
the corneas a mix of yellow and red that gave of the illusion of
making them glow.

Qui-Gon had shaved
the sides of his head, leaving a mohawk like stripe that had been
tied earlier but must have come loose during Obi-Wan’s struggle and
when the other lips quirked at him, a sharp fang like grin appeared.

“Hello my
Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon greeted quietly.

“Hello…
master.” Obi-Wan greeted meekly, hating himself for falling so
easily into line. He was a councilor for Force sake! A Jedi master!

And yet…

He almost whimpered
in relief as Qui-Gon settled an arm easily around his waist and
rubbed at his scalp slowly with the fingers buried in his hair.

“My little touch
starved bunny.” He crooned at Obi-Wan softly, still holding the
others head up to meet his eyes.

He was as drawn to
Qui-Gon as the other was to him, the life bond between them always
pulling them both even as Obi-Wan tried to keep afloat when the other
had died, the bond breaking in the process.

And then Qui-Gon
came back.

He came back
different and wrong but still Qui-Gon with the life bond suddenly
pulsing between them again, this time Obi-Wan’s will subdued around
the older counterpart of the bond and the only thing that allowed
Obi-Wan to keep strong was distance or someone else injecting their
shields between Qui-Gon and him.

‘I’m weak.’
He shook in the others grasp, eyes tearing up, Qui-Gon kissing his
wet cheeks.

In Qui-Gon’s
company, he was compromised because he could not defend himself
against Qui-Gon when all he honestly wanted was to curl up in his
arms and remain there for as long as he could.

“Oh sweet
Obi-Wan. Its not weakness, its a Force willed bond.” Qui-Gon
crooned with his grasp tight on him.

“You came back
wrong.” Obi-Wan whispered, shivering at the possessive hand
lingering on his lower back.

“I came back
different.” Qui-Gon corrected. “I died Obi-Wan. Dying changes
things.” He added before nuzzling down into the others neck. “After
all, Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn would never do this. Would say its a
violation of who we once were.” He chortled, scratching the fang
like canines of his over Obi-Wan’s neck.

Obi-Wan jerked to
at the sensation, hands clenching into the fabric of the others
shoulders. “Ah.” He whimpered.

“Shh, no.”
Qui-Gon crooned. “I’d never hurt you Obi-Wan. I may be the
dominant half of the life bond but I do not thrive on your pain dear
one.” His hand was inching downwards.

Obi-Wan’s legs
threatened to fold underneath him and he closed his eyes, accepting
the situation he had managed to land himself in.

And then hanger
rocks with the force of an explosion from the outside that has
Qui-Gon jerking his head up, eyes narrowed as he glares towards the
opening. “Curses… Grievous never could control himself.” The
man growled before looking down at Obi-Wan, running his hand over the
others cheek and taking away moisture. “Well, another time then my
Obi-Wan. Next time I’ll make sure I can bring you with me.” He
promised before pulling away.

It felt like being
deprived of warmth and Obi-Wan’s legs folded beneath him, staring
at the door until Anakin found him only minutes later, the younger
having gotten past the blockade.

“Obi-Wan!”

Warm hands grasped
his shoulders, turned him to Anakin before the blond seamlessly slid
his shields between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan without being asked.

Obi-Wan stared at
his former padawan, opened his mouth then helplessly closed it again
as Anakin’s face twisted in concern and fury.

“I’m sorry.”
He whispered finally.

“Not your fault.”
Anakin whispered fiercely back as troopers flooded the hanger,
pulling Obi-Wan into a hug.

‘But it is my
fault… I can’t be strong against Qui-Gon…’ Obi-Wan closed his
eyes.

Murder husband on the loose? Idea for your next Sith!Qui-Gon fic? Punk!Sith!Qui-Gon? Yes, please! Is it ready yet? (Feel free to save this until it is.)

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He should be
scared.

Scratch that, he
should be terrified by the large body pinning him against the hanger
wall, the puff of warm breath brushing down over his face that tells
him the other is looking down at him as he feels rich, deep purple
and black fabric press against him.

But all he can feel
is a vague sense of relief from the warmth of the others body, the
familiar smell of tea and green things and the brush of long tendrils
of graying hair.

A broad hand, that
had been cupping his head to protect it against the impact of the
wall, carefully tipped his head up to face the owner of the body and
Obi-Wan meet the eyes of a Fallen Qui-Gon Jinn, the schlera black and
the corneas a mix of yellow and red that gave of the illusion of
making them glow.

Qui-Gon had shaved
the sides of his head, leaving a mohawk like stripe that had been
tied earlier but must have come loose during Obi-Wan’s struggle and
when the other lips quirked at him, a sharp fang like grin appeared.

“Hello my
Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon greeted quietly.

“Hello…
master.” Obi-Wan greeted meekly, hating himself for falling so
easily into line. He was a councilor for Force sake! A Jedi master!

And yet…

He almost whimpered
in relief as Qui-Gon settled an arm easily around his waist and
rubbed at his scalp slowly with the fingers buried in his hair.

“My little touch
starved bunny.” He crooned at Obi-Wan softly, still holding the
others head up to meet his eyes.

He was as drawn to
Qui-Gon as the other was to him, the life bond between them always
pulling them both even as Obi-Wan tried to keep afloat when the other
had died, the bond breaking in the process.

And then Qui-Gon
came back.

He came back
different and wrong but still Qui-Gon with the life bond suddenly
pulsing between them again, this time Obi-Wan’s will subdued around
the older counterpart of the bond and the only thing that allowed
Obi-Wan to keep strong was distance or someone else injecting their
shields between Qui-Gon and him.

‘I’m weak.’
He shook in the others grasp, eyes tearing up, Qui-Gon kissing his
wet cheeks.

In Qui-Gon’s
company, he was compromised because he could not defend himself
against Qui-Gon when all he honestly wanted was to curl up in his
arms and remain there for as long as he could.

“Oh sweet
Obi-Wan. Its not weakness, its a Force willed bond.” Qui-Gon
crooned with his grasp tight on him.

“You came back
wrong.” Obi-Wan whispered, shivering at the possessive hand
lingering on his lower back.

“I came back
different.” Qui-Gon corrected. “I died Obi-Wan. Dying changes
things.” He added before nuzzling down into the others neck. “After
all, Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn would never do this. Would say its a
violation of who we once were.” He chortled, scratching the fang
like canines of his over Obi-Wan’s neck.

Obi-Wan jerked to
at the sensation, hands clenching into the fabric of the others
shoulders. “Ah.” He whimpered.

“Shh, no.”
Qui-Gon crooned. “I’d never hurt you Obi-Wan. I may be the
dominant half of the life bond but I do not thrive on your pain dear
one.” His hand was inching downwards.

Obi-Wan’s legs
threatened to fold underneath him and he closed his eyes, accepting
the situation he had managed to land himself in.

And then hanger
rocks with the force of an explosion from the outside that has
Qui-Gon jerking his head up, eyes narrowed as he glares towards the
opening. “Curses… Grievous never could control himself.” The
man growled before looking down at Obi-Wan, running his hand over the
others cheek and taking away moisture. “Well, another time then my
Obi-Wan. Next time I’ll make sure I can bring you with me.” He
promised before pulling away.

It felt like being
deprived of warmth and Obi-Wan’s legs folded beneath him, staring
at the door until Anakin found him only minutes later, the younger
having gotten past the blockade.

“Obi-Wan!”

Warm hands grasped
his shoulders, turned him to Anakin before the blond seamlessly slid
his shields between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan without being asked.

Obi-Wan stared at
his former padawan, opened his mouth then helplessly closed it again
as Anakin’s face twisted in concern and fury.

“I’m sorry.”
He whispered finally.

“Not your fault.”
Anakin whispered fiercely back as troopers flooded the hanger,
pulling Obi-Wan into a hug.

‘But it is my
fault… I can’t be strong against Qui-Gon…’ Obi-Wan closed his
eyes.

What if Sith and Jedi never became enemies and actually worked together? Like Jedi are the reckless, self-less, kind protectors of the galaxy and bad guys are like, «yeah, I can take advantage of this» except standing behind the Jedi is their murderously, possessive, protective Sith partner with a i-will-murder-you-if-you-try-it-look. Jedi Obi-Wan with whoever you want to pair as his Sith partner, please?

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So admittedly, throwing Qui-Gon out the
window had not been one of Obi-Wan’s best ideas but cut him some
slack!

The Sith had been too busy glowering at
the negotiators to notice the bomb under the table!

It had been surprisingly easy to throw
a man Qui-Gon’s height and size though, so hey, Obi-Wan was going
to take some pride in his muscles even if it was in the lower parts
of his brain as he was busy following the other man out the window
moments before the bomb exploded.

Only than did Qui-Gon’s incredulity
through their bond turn to understanding as the large man readied
himself for impact as he had gone out the window first.

The black and red clothed man hit down
on his feet like some kind of giant feline, cushioned by the Force
and caught Obi-Wan moments later as smoke continued to float out the
window they had just come through as sirens echoed.

Both peered up at it for a long moment
as Qui-Gon cradled Obi-Wan’s body to him possessively.

Finally the long haired man spoke up.
“Well, that was that negotiation.” He drawled a bit before he
slowly settled Obi-Wan down and ran his hands over him, checking for
injuries.

Patiently Obi-Wan remained still with a
quiet laugh, too used to his Sith partners overzealous need to
protect him. “Apologies, I thought I had the Senator’s ear but it
seems I was mistaken.” He made a low noise as Qui-Gon finally found
an injury.

A low vibrating growl escaped the
leonine like man as he held the Jedi’s stinging left elbow. “The
glass must have cut you up…” He scowled a bit before his face
went serene with a sigh. “You need to be careful Obi-Wan.”

Reaching up, Obi-Wan patted the other
on the cheek. “Why ever should I be careful? I got you and the rest
of the Sith to look after me.” He teased lightly with a laugh
before moving around the tall man. “Now lets get to our speeder and
to our ship. I get the feeling we’re no longer welcome here.” He
called back.

Sighing deeply, Qui-Gon looked at the
sky. “Force save me from naive Jedi…” He muttered before
following quickly, unwilling to leave the bleeding Jedi alone and
Force wasn’t Obi-Wan going to wrap his arm up in something!?

“Obi-Wan, you are bleeding!”
“I’ll
get strip my robe for a bandage in a moment Qui-Gon.”

“Obi-Wan!”
()()()

Scowling at the wall for a long moment,
Qui-Gon finally let go of his annoyance and then sighed. “Fine,
yes. I was paired up with Obi-Wan on a mission and he behaved just
like he always does.” He murmured dryly.

Maul snorted at him, leaning on his
elbow. “You don’t say, you have the look of someone that has been
paired with him.” The zabrak drawled.

The long haired male raised a brow.

“Tired, frustrated and still fond.”
Maul wiggled his fingers a bit. “Everyone who gets paired up with
Kenobi on mission goes through the same experience. Frankly I’d
take Windu and his suspicion over Kenobi on missions, he makes a
great friend, but a horrible mission partner.” He settled back in
his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. “At least Windu can
take care of himself.”

Grunting a bit, Qui-Gon took a big sip
of his bowl of soup without bothering with a spoon. There were too
much fluids and drinking up some of the broth would be good.

“Mace isn’t so bad once you get
around his suspicion.” Qui-Gon finally said when he set the bowl
down.

At Maul’s pointed brow raise, Qui-Gon
held his hands up in surrender.

Maul and Mace would never get along.

“As long as I don’t get Skywalker
duty I’m happy.” Maul grumbled into his own meaty soup as Qui-Gon
hid a smirk behind his hand.

Ah the life of Sith and Jedi.

What if Sith and Jedi never became enemies and actually worked together? Like Jedi are the reckless, self-less, kind protectors of the galaxy and bad guys are like, «yeah, I can take advantage of this» except standing behind the Jedi is their murderously, possessive, protective Sith partner with a i-will-murder-you-if-you-try-it-look. Jedi Obi-Wan with whoever you want to pair as his Sith partner, please?

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So admittedly, throwing Qui-Gon out the
window had not been one of Obi-Wan’s best ideas but cut him some
slack!

The Sith had been too busy glowering at
the negotiators to notice the bomb under the table!

It had been surprisingly easy to throw
a man Qui-Gon’s height and size though, so hey, Obi-Wan was going
to take some pride in his muscles even if it was in the lower parts
of his brain as he was busy following the other man out the window
moments before the bomb exploded.

Only than did Qui-Gon’s incredulity
through their bond turn to understanding as the large man readied
himself for impact as he had gone out the window first.

The black and red clothed man hit down
on his feet like some kind of giant feline, cushioned by the Force
and caught Obi-Wan moments later as smoke continued to float out the
window they had just come through as sirens echoed.

Both peered up at it for a long moment
as Qui-Gon cradled Obi-Wan’s body to him possessively.

Finally the long haired man spoke up.
“Well, that was that negotiation.” He drawled a bit before he
slowly settled Obi-Wan down and ran his hands over him, checking for
injuries.

Patiently Obi-Wan remained still with a
quiet laugh, too used to his Sith partners overzealous need to
protect him. “Apologies, I thought I had the Senator’s ear but it
seems I was mistaken.” He made a low noise as Qui-Gon finally found
an injury.

A low vibrating growl escaped the
leonine like man as he held the Jedi’s stinging left elbow. “The
glass must have cut you up…” He scowled a bit before his face
went serene with a sigh. “You need to be careful Obi-Wan.”

Reaching up, Obi-Wan patted the other
on the cheek. “Why ever should I be careful? I got you and the rest
of the Sith to look after me.” He teased lightly with a laugh
before moving around the tall man. “Now lets get to our speeder and
to our ship. I get the feeling we’re no longer welcome here.” He
called back.

Sighing deeply, Qui-Gon looked at the
sky. “Force save me from naive Jedi…” He muttered before
following quickly, unwilling to leave the bleeding Jedi alone and
Force wasn’t Obi-Wan going to wrap his arm up in something!?

“Obi-Wan, you are bleeding!”
“I’ll
get strip my robe for a bandage in a moment Qui-Gon.”

“Obi-Wan!”
()()()

Scowling at the wall for a long moment,
Qui-Gon finally let go of his annoyance and then sighed. “Fine,
yes. I was paired up with Obi-Wan on a mission and he behaved just
like he always does.” He murmured dryly.

Maul snorted at him, leaning on his
elbow. “You don’t say, you have the look of someone that has been
paired with him.” The zabrak drawled.

The long haired male raised a brow.

“Tired, frustrated and still fond.”
Maul wiggled his fingers a bit. “Everyone who gets paired up with
Kenobi on mission goes through the same experience. Frankly I’d
take Windu and his suspicion over Kenobi on missions, he makes a
great friend, but a horrible mission partner.” He settled back in
his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. “At least Windu can
take care of himself.”

Grunting a bit, Qui-Gon took a big sip
of his bowl of soup without bothering with a spoon. There were too
much fluids and drinking up some of the broth would be good.

“Mace isn’t so bad once you get
around his suspicion.” Qui-Gon finally said when he set the bowl
down.

At Maul’s pointed brow raise, Qui-Gon
held his hands up in surrender.

Maul and Mace would never get along.

“As long as I don’t get Skywalker
duty I’m happy.” Maul grumbled into his own meaty soup as Qui-Gon
hid a smirk behind his hand.

Ah the life of Sith and Jedi.

Intothedark is awesome! What is Qui-gon planning? Is it just keeping Obi-wan safe or is he active with the other Sith? I can’t see Obi-wan forgiving him if he killed other Jedi but I can see Qui-gon deciding he’s earned a nice retirement with Obi-wan.

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“You do know I’m not going to touch you inappropriately yes?”
Qui-Gon offered calmly, moving the dejarik piece with a smile.

Obi-Wan gave him a long and angry look before moving his own. “I’d
argue you already have, invading my mind. Its mental rape and you
know it.” He bit out.

“Only reviving an old bond Obi-Wan.” The umber haired man
chuckled quietly.

“Its mental rape. You never asked for my permission to
revive it and you’re using it to keep control of me.” Obi-Wan
sighed after a few moments and looked around, staring at the open
balcony door. “…I can’t even leave this house because of you.”

The older man leaned forward, yellow eyes creased with fondness.
“Give you a finger and you take a hand Obi-Wan. I know you too
well. Its why I know you’ll never fall and I know you’ll never
agree. Its also why I try to stay away from the Jedi and only subdue
them when I encounter them. You’d never accept me harming anyone
from the Order.”

The redhead blew air out of his nose sharply and then moved his
kintan strider.

Qui-Gon raised his eyebrow at that, flickering his eyes over the
board quickly before frowning slowly and raising his eyes to Obi-Wan
again. “An aggressive move Obi-Wan…”

The redhead pressed his lips together. “I watched you die in front
of me. I watched your body burn and I’ve raised a padawan in the
aftermath of a shattering heart. I changed a lot.” He growled at
Qui-Gon.

The Sith carefully picked up his glass of water, taking a long sip
even as Obi-Wan watched him.

Obi-Wan’s heart hurt.

There was so much pain in seeing the other man, knowing he was alive,
knowing he had been alive for several years… knowing he hadn’t
sought out the Order when he came back.

He wanted to blame Dooku, say that it was a dangerous Sith alchemy
that had brought Qui-Gon back wrong but…

He had asked the man.

Dooku had shrugged, a nervous look in his eyes only visible for a few
moments before he confessed that he had found Qui-Gon, not brought
him back, just found.

Qui-Gon had been nude, confused and covered in Darkness a few years
after the tall mans death and Dooku had taken him to Serenno and
nursed him to health, watched the man grow darker and darker as if
the dark side of the Force spoke to him.

He
shook himself back into the moment as Qui-Gon finally moved his
mantellian savrip and they both watched as it subdued
and killed Obi-Wan’s kintan strider, the strongest piece.

Wasting no time for more conversation,
Obi-Wan dispatched the savrip with his monnok.

“…A kintan strider gambit Obi-Wan?
An aggressive move.” Qui-Gon murmured quietly. “Not something I
associate with you anymore. Your youth perhaps but not you the adult
and Jedi master.” He tilted his head.

The green eyed man stared at him for a
long moment. “…You don’t have a right to judge my actions
anymore Qui-Go-” A broad hand reached out and carefully stroked his
cheek and it shamed Obi-Wan to admit he leaned into it for a few
moments before he jerked away. “Stop that.” He hissed quietly, as
if his body didn’t burn with the proximity of the others skin on
his.

Just chuckling quietly, Qui-Gon settled
back to looking at the game. “…I believe I’ll be reinforcing
the guards tonight.” He offered lightly and Obi-Wan growled
faintly, looking away.