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Can I request a prompt, where Obi-wan discovers he has a terminal disease and tries to hide it from others. Cue Obi-wan hump, and a healthy dose of angst and miscommunication -probably shouldn’t call that healthy though XD.

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“…So that’s it then?” Obi-Wan stared at his hands and didn’t
dare look at Che.

“Yes. I’m sorry Master Kenobi. If we caught it a few years
before…” She let out a frustrated breath.

“But what about bacta?” He swallowed. “Couldn’t that…”

“Its been repairing the tissue the sickness has ruined. But it
can’t distinguish your healthy cells and the illness sick ones, it
considers both healthy because technically they aren’t destroyed
like the surrounding structure.” She reached out slowly and took
his hands.

Obi-Wan squeezed down on them, letting out a sharp breath through his
nose. “…So there’s nothing.”

“No. Had it been discovered two years, perhaps even a year before,
you could have undergone chemo and surgery but now? No, its to far
gone, to far advanced.” She offered quietly.

“I didn’t even feel sick…” He whispered.

“That would be the bacta and your natural resistance coming to
terms.” Healer Che murmured.

“…Now I’m thinking about all the signs I ignored.” Obi-Wan
gave a breathless little laugh, wry and painful sounding. “Back
pain, exhaustion, heartburn, weight loss and lack of appetite. It was
so…easy to explain away with the war.” He swallowed, feeling
nauseous as he thought of how things always hurt extra when he leaned
over. “Even the dryness of the mouth…” He was always thirsty,
he drank more then he ate the last few years.

He took a shuddering breath, his emotions sprawling.

Che squeezed his hands. “Master Kenobi…Obi-Wan…I’m so sorry.”

“…How…how long do I have left?”

“With the current prognosis…anything between two to five months.”

()()()

‘Two to five months…two to five months… pancreatic cancer…to
far gone for treatment…’ Obi-Wan wrapped his robe more tightly
around himself, feeling colder then the ice on Hoth. He had managed
to swear the healer to silence, citing patient privileges and privacy
and war morale. It still felt like lying but with the news…

He was going to die.

He had two to five months and then he was going to die.

He froze in the middle of the hall before forcing himself to continue
moving towards his quarters, less someone become curious why Master
Kenobi was not moving.

Force blessedly, no one stopped him, perhaps sensing his mood and no
other Council members were meet in the hall.

He reached his rooms and stepped in, closing his eyes in gratefulness
that Anakin was of somewhere. Obi-Wan couldn’t actually bring
himself to remember where as his mind muzzily reminded him to remove
his boots and hang up his robe.

The moment he bent, pain flickered his back and he straightened
slowly as he remembered that this was not a passing pain, this was a
symptom of his sickness. “…I’m going to die.” He said
outloud, the words actually spoken outloud hitting him like a gong.
Obi-Wan pressed his back against the door and slowly slid down until
he was sitting against it, staring at the ceiling of the darkened
rooms.

“…I’m going to die…” He curled up and cried against his own
legs, each sob tearing from him like a lash of a whip. He would not
get to grow old, Anakin would be his only padawan, Ahsoka his only
grandpadawan. He would not get to see Anakin raised to master. He
would not get to see the end of the war unless it came om swifter
wings then anyone could anticipate.

He was going to die and leave everyone behind.

He wasn’t ready to die.

()()()

He was even more reckless on the battlefield.

His safety was no longer a priority. He had no need to preserve
something that was going to snuff out if he could bring the Republic
another victory.

Obi-Wan pretended not to see the worried gazes in his back or the way
Anakin would linger everytime a battle ended, blue eyes searching him
out and looking him over as if he could divine some sort of answer to
Obi-Wan’s behavior.

He had seen Cody run ragged across camp in an attempt to find
something Obi-Wan could eat. He had started accepting the ration bars
if only to appease the man, quietly slipping them back when no one
was looking. No use in wasting rations that wouldn’t be eaten.

Occasionally he had a good day, occasionally he’d manage to eat,
his appetite and pain allowing him to chew and consume something.

He had started to bolster himself thicker clothes so his gauntness
wouldn’t be noticed. Yet…yet he could feel the difference.

Obi-Wan was so tired. His hands would shake at random intervals and
Obi-Wan had more then once noticed a trooper watching them with small
frowns, pretending they hadn’t when they saw Obi-Wan’s eyes on
them but fully reporting it to Cody when they thought the Jedi’s
back was to them enough.

There wasn’t any use though.

Obi-Wan was slowing down.

His exhaustion was becoming more and more apparent. Was this how
death was going to catch him, to ill to fight, to exhausted to
remain, deprive him of all his functions?

Just wasting away, freezing cold in his own bunk?

He’d rather have Qui-Gon’s death. Quick and efficient, a
warrior’s death, cut down.

Or shot down by a blaster.

But he was still the Negotiator, he still had to shoulder on. He had
just a little more fight in him.

And then he had no more.

They were called back to Coruscant and Obi-Wan could feel every step
a painful move as they headed together to the Council chambers, his
shields barely keeping back everything. He felt dizzy and his back
ached despite his straitlaced position.

He could barely hear the rest of the Council through the buzz in his
ears but managed to react when needed. Obi-Wan was so tired and when
it was time to leave the council chamber…he fell.

He stood up, swaying for a few seconds as Anakin called his name
faintly and far away and then the ground came rushing up to meet him.

Obi-Wan never learned if he hit the floor or if someone caught him
because blissed darkness embraced him instead, sending him into
oblivion.

()()()

He woke to the ceiling of the Halls, resting in a bed with the
sterile smell of medical around him. His hands were hooked up to
several machines and resting on his sunken in stomach. As he became
more and more aware, Obi-Wan became aware of the pain originating
inside of him where the tumor rested.

“Mmmn…”

“Obi-Wan?” A rough voice whispered and Obi-Wan tilted his head to
look at a scruffy blond at his bedside. He must have been out for a
few days if Anakin’s face meant anything.

“…Anakin…”

The two stared at each other before the others face twisted and he
slowly reached, taking his hand. “I know…Obi-Wan why didn’t you
tell me?”

“…I don’t know…Anakin…I’m scared.” He whispered,
clinging to the hand holding his, pain leaking out past his shields.
“Anakin I don’t want to die. I’m not ready.”

“Oh Obi-Wan.” Anakin sat up on the bedside and pulled the other
up and against his chest, holding him tightly as the copper haired
Jedi started to quietly cry, his entire, to thin body shaking. As he
cried, the pain in his body was slipping past his shields.

“Shit…Obi-Wan, can you release any of that pain?”

“I’ve tried for weeks…no…” He whispered.

“Okay…I’m calling for the healer, alright? they’ll have
something for you.” Obi-Wan felt the knight shift and use the call
button but didn’t move from him. A dying man deserved a respite.

He closed his eyes though, tucking into Anakin’s chest.
“Does…everyone know now?”

Anakin hesitated even as the healer entered the room. “Yes. Oh,
Healer Che.”

“Yes. I see master Kenobi is awa-”

“He can’t release the pain into the Force. Could you…”

“If I do this, his body might start shutting down once the pain
isn’t there to remind him he’s alive. This might be the last few
hours Master K…Obi-Wan, this might be your last few hours.” She
moved around but Obi-Wan couldn’t lift his head from Anakin’s
chest.

“Okay.” He whispered. “Anakin can…help me. Help me say
goodbye?” He glanced slowly up at the blond. The other took a
shuddering breath before nodding. “Want me to call for Ahsoka?”

Obi-Wan winced a bit as Che gave him a hyposhot before nodding. “And
Mace and Yoda? And Depa…and I’d like to say goodbye to
Cody…and…and perhaps leave a last message to…to whoever cares?”

“Of course Master.” Anakin held his hand tightly, enclosed in his
as the pain slowly faded.

()()()

Obi-Wan was…confused, that was the best word for it.

He was sitting somewhere very dark and he tugged worriedly on his
braid.

“Oh padawan…” Obi-Wan looked up in surprise and then blinked up
at Qui-Gon’s sad face before the man reached down and pulled him
up. “It wasn’t suppose to go this way.”

“I don’t understand Master.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon wrapped his robe around
Obi-Wan’s shoulders and the
younger man leaned into him. “It doesn’t matter anymore, come
along with me now.”

Qui-Gon slowly brought him through the darkness, Obi-Wan safe beneath
the other mans robe. “Where are we going Master?”

“Does it matter padawan? You’ll be with me.”

“Oh…that sounds nice.”

Can I request a prompt, where Obi-wan discovers he has a terminal disease and tries to hide it from others. Cue Obi-wan hump, and a healthy dose of angst and miscommunication -probably shouldn’t call that healthy though XD.

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“…So that’s it then?” Obi-Wan stared at his hands and didn’t
dare look at Che.

“Yes. I’m sorry Master Kenobi. If we caught it a few years
before…” She let out a frustrated breath.

“But what about bacta?” He swallowed. “Couldn’t that…”

“Its been repairing the tissue the sickness has ruined. But it
can’t distinguish your healthy cells and the illness sick ones, it
considers both healthy because technically they aren’t destroyed
like the surrounding structure.” She reached out slowly and took
his hands.

Obi-Wan squeezed down on them, letting out a sharp breath through his
nose. “…So there’s nothing.”

“No. Had it been discovered two years, perhaps even a year before,
you could have undergone chemo and surgery but now? No, its to far
gone, to far advanced.” She offered quietly.

“I didn’t even feel sick…” He whispered.

“That would be the bacta and your natural resistance coming to
terms.” Healer Che murmured.

“…Now I’m thinking about all the signs I ignored.” Obi-Wan
gave a breathless little laugh, wry and painful sounding. “Back
pain, exhaustion, heartburn, weight loss and lack of appetite. It was
so…easy to explain away with the war.” He swallowed, feeling
nauseous as he thought of how things always hurt extra when he leaned
over. “Even the dryness of the mouth…” He was always thirsty,
he drank more then he ate the last few years.

He took a shuddering breath, his emotions sprawling.

Che squeezed his hands. “Master Kenobi…Obi-Wan…I’m so sorry.”

“…How…how long do I have left?”

“With the current prognosis…anything between two to five months.”

()()()

‘Two to five months…two to five months… pancreatic cancer…to
far gone for treatment…’ Obi-Wan wrapped his robe more tightly
around himself, feeling colder then the ice on Hoth. He had managed
to swear the healer to silence, citing patient privileges and privacy
and war morale. It still felt like lying but with the news…

He was going to die.

He had two to five months and then he was going to die.

He froze in the middle of the hall before forcing himself to continue
moving towards his quarters, less someone become curious why Master
Kenobi was not moving.

Force blessedly, no one stopped him, perhaps sensing his mood and no
other Council members were meet in the hall.

He reached his rooms and stepped in, closing his eyes in gratefulness
that Anakin was of somewhere. Obi-Wan couldn’t actually bring
himself to remember where as his mind muzzily reminded him to remove
his boots and hang up his robe.

The moment he bent, pain flickered his back and he straightened
slowly as he remembered that this was not a passing pain, this was a
symptom of his sickness. “…I’m going to die.” He said
outloud, the words actually spoken outloud hitting him like a gong.
Obi-Wan pressed his back against the door and slowly slid down until
he was sitting against it, staring at the ceiling of the darkened
rooms.

“…I’m going to die…” He curled up and cried against his own
legs, each sob tearing from him like a lash of a whip. He would not
get to grow old, Anakin would be his only padawan, Ahsoka his only
grandpadawan. He would not get to see Anakin raised to master. He
would not get to see the end of the war unless it came om swifter
wings then anyone could anticipate.

He was going to die and leave everyone behind.

He wasn’t ready to die.

()()()

He was even more reckless on the battlefield.

His safety was no longer a priority. He had no need to preserve
something that was going to snuff out if he could bring the Republic
another victory.

Obi-Wan pretended not to see the worried gazes in his back or the way
Anakin would linger everytime a battle ended, blue eyes searching him
out and looking him over as if he could divine some sort of answer to
Obi-Wan’s behavior.

He had seen Cody run ragged across camp in an attempt to find
something Obi-Wan could eat. He had started accepting the ration bars
if only to appease the man, quietly slipping them back when no one
was looking. No use in wasting rations that wouldn’t be eaten.

Occasionally he had a good day, occasionally he’d manage to eat,
his appetite and pain allowing him to chew and consume something.

He had started to bolster himself thicker clothes so his gauntness
wouldn’t be noticed. Yet…yet he could feel the difference.

Obi-Wan was so tired. His hands would shake at random intervals and
Obi-Wan had more then once noticed a trooper watching them with small
frowns, pretending they hadn’t when they saw Obi-Wan’s eyes on
them but fully reporting it to Cody when they thought the Jedi’s
back was to them enough.

There wasn’t any use though.

Obi-Wan was slowing down.

His exhaustion was becoming more and more apparent. Was this how
death was going to catch him, to ill to fight, to exhausted to
remain, deprive him of all his functions?

Just wasting away, freezing cold in his own bunk?

He’d rather have Qui-Gon’s death. Quick and efficient, a
warrior’s death, cut down.

Or shot down by a blaster.

But he was still the Negotiator, he still had to shoulder on. He had
just a little more fight in him.

And then he had no more.

They were called back to Coruscant and Obi-Wan could feel every step
a painful move as they headed together to the Council chambers, his
shields barely keeping back everything. He felt dizzy and his back
ached despite his straitlaced position.

He could barely hear the rest of the Council through the buzz in his
ears but managed to react when needed. Obi-Wan was so tired and when
it was time to leave the council chamber…he fell.

He stood up, swaying for a few seconds as Anakin called his name
faintly and far away and then the ground came rushing up to meet him.

Obi-Wan never learned if he hit the floor or if someone caught him
because blissed darkness embraced him instead, sending him into
oblivion.

()()()

He woke to the ceiling of the Halls, resting in a bed with the
sterile smell of medical around him. His hands were hooked up to
several machines and resting on his sunken in stomach. As he became
more and more aware, Obi-Wan became aware of the pain originating
inside of him where the tumor rested.

“Mmmn…”

“Obi-Wan?” A rough voice whispered and Obi-Wan tilted his head to
look at a scruffy blond at his bedside. He must have been out for a
few days if Anakin’s face meant anything.

“…Anakin…”

The two stared at each other before the others face twisted and he
slowly reached, taking his hand. “I know…Obi-Wan why didn’t you
tell me?”

“…I don’t know…Anakin…I’m scared.” He whispered,
clinging to the hand holding his, pain leaking out past his shields.
“Anakin I don’t want to die. I’m not ready.”

“Oh Obi-Wan.” Anakin sat up on the bedside and pulled the other
up and against his chest, holding him tightly as the copper haired
Jedi started to quietly cry, his entire, to thin body shaking. As he
cried, the pain in his body was slipping past his shields.

“Shit…Obi-Wan, can you release any of that pain?”

“I’ve tried for weeks…no…” He whispered.

“Okay…I’m calling for the healer, alright? they’ll have
something for you.” Obi-Wan felt the knight shift and use the call
button but didn’t move from him. A dying man deserved a respite.

He closed his eyes though, tucking into Anakin’s chest.
“Does…everyone know now?”

Anakin hesitated even as the healer entered the room. “Yes. Oh,
Healer Che.”

“Yes. I see master Kenobi is awa-”

“He can’t release the pain into the Force. Could you…”

“If I do this, his body might start shutting down once the pain
isn’t there to remind him he’s alive. This might be the last few
hours Master K…Obi-Wan, this might be your last few hours.” She
moved around but Obi-Wan couldn’t lift his head from Anakin’s
chest.

“Okay.” He whispered. “Anakin can…help me. Help me say
goodbye?” He glanced slowly up at the blond. The other took a
shuddering breath before nodding. “Want me to call for Ahsoka?”

Obi-Wan winced a bit as Che gave him a hyposhot before nodding. “And
Mace and Yoda? And Depa…and I’d like to say goodbye to
Cody…and…and perhaps leave a last message to…to whoever cares?”

“Of course Master.” Anakin held his hand tightly, enclosed in his
as the pain slowly faded.

()()()

Obi-Wan was…confused, that was the best word for it.

He was sitting somewhere very dark and he tugged worriedly on his
braid.

“Oh padawan…” Obi-Wan looked up in surprise and then blinked up
at Qui-Gon’s sad face before the man reached down and pulled him
up. “It wasn’t suppose to go this way.”

“I don’t understand Master.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon wrapped his robe around
Obi-Wan’s shoulders and the
younger man leaned into him. “It doesn’t matter anymore, come
along with me now.”

Qui-Gon slowly brought him through the darkness, Obi-Wan safe beneath
the other mans robe. “Where are we going Master?”

“Does it matter padawan? You’ll be with me.”

“Oh…that sounds nice.”

Ahhhh! I know you have a lot of prompts right now, but the latest second choice verse snippet!! /flailing/ Please write more of this verse when you have time? (Also please let Obi-Wan have survived the explosion?!)

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“He’s not waking.” Che pulled back with a sigh, looking to Yoda
and Anakin. “And I don’t know why. He’s in as good a health as
he can currently be, he’s even slightly better then before he woke
up last time. If I were to guess…” She hesitated a bit.

“Yes?” Anakin frowned.

“If I were to guess…he doesn’t want to wake up.” She sighed.

“True this could be. Tired we all are, running an army Kenobi has.”
Yoda grumbled from his platform before looking at Anakin. “A long
time weight has been on your former master’s shoulders, alone he
has often been with the weight of planets on it.” He rolled his
cane in his hands, frowning down at it.

The blond stared at him before looking at Obi-Wan, the burns from the
explosion healed away by Jedi’s of great skill.

How long had planets rested on the other mans shoulders?

Perhaps for far longer then the war, Anakin remembered a tired line
in his master’s eyes even before the war, from before he even
became a padawan. Something in Obi-Wan’s eyes that first day they
meet that only seemed to grow before the copper haired man hid it.

A smile that steadily got smaller and smaller as years passed and
Obi-Wan tried so hard to make genuine.

“To wake him, he will not let me.” Yoda grumbled again before
looking at Anakin and pointing his cane at the mans chest. “But
wake him you may.”

“How?” Anakin tried not to feel desperate.

“Into his mind you will have to go. Love you he does, care for you
he does, past his shields you can go where others are not permitted.
Bring him back you will have to.” Yoda sighed quietly. “Dangerous
it may be, lose you both we may if Obi-Wan’s defenses rise against
you and you are to far in his mind.”

“…But I could bring him back. I could bring back Obi-Wan.”

“Yes. Careful you must be. Inside Obi-Wan’s mind…his mind will
shape the world.”

()()()()()

Obi-Wan’s mind was not a happy place.

It takes Anakin several moments to oriente himself. Whatever he
expected past Obi-Wan’s shields, its not this…this tangle of
darkness and whispering shadows.

There’s cracks of lights here and there, a few bright orbs floating
around and flickering shadows that whispers that can’t be good
because they send shivers down Anakin’s back.

The knight takes a deep breath and starts walking, he needs to find
Obi-Wan, not these orbs or the shadows. “Obi-Wan?”

“Yes?”

He whirls, staring at the armored man before sighing. “You’re not
the real one.” Yoda had warned him of this.

The man in front of him smiles gently and shakes his head. “No. No
I’m not, apologies Anakin. I am the General, the one Obi-Wan thinks
everyone wants to see, the strong, calm and always ready to fight for
justice Jedi and brilliant tactician.” He looked around before
sighing. “Dreary place isn’t it?”

“…Not sure if I should be offended for his sake nor not…”
Anakin eyed the man warily. “Do you know where Obi-Wan is?”

“Somewhere in here. He’s hiding in his own mind…you may want to
follow the cracks of light though, that would be the best plan.”
The General gestured. “I warn you though, you may find things you
will not like along this way. Memories you have never thought about
or even heard of.”

“I already know about Bandomeer.”

The General smiled ever so carefully. “There are more memories here
then Bandomeer Anakin.”

The blond frowned then started to walk again, moving along the
cracks. A little orb stubbornly kept getting in his path and Anakin
sighed, reaching out to push it away only to be sucked into it. He
recognized this room, it was on Naboo, the day of the celebration.

“And…there we go.” He turned swiftly, staring at his younger
self with Obi-Wan, the older Jedi smiling gently as he finished
braiding Anakin’s braid.

“Wizard! Can I go show Padme and the handmaidens?” Had he really
been bouncing so much?

“Of course, but don’t take to much time Anakin.” The child ran
through Anakin and he made a low oufing noise before blinking as the
door snapped shut behind his younger self. He looked back to Obi-Wan
who’s smile was slowly fading away.

Obi-Wan sat down heavily, fingers brushing the spot where his own
braid had been only days before. A small keening cry escaped the mans
lips before Obi-Wan covered his mouth with both his hands, tears
rolling over his callused hands as he desperately sought to quiet
himself.

“Oh Obi-Wan.” Anakin moved towards the man, wanting, no needing
to comfort him only to be dragged out of the memory as a sob that
sounded like the word master came from the shaken man.

“You shouldn’t touch the orbs.” Anakin slowly looked towards
the voice, his hand still outstretched before it fell slowly.

Padawan Obi-Wan stood there with his arms around himself in a
oversized robe, looking faintly lost as he tried to smile at Anakin.

“You…who are you?”

“…I’m the Padawan. I’m how I think the Council still sees me
I guess. You shouldn’t touch the memories, you get dragged into
them if you do.” A whispering shadow passed by and both heard
crying come from it. “…You shouldn’t touch those either.”

“…What are they?” Anakin turned to this newest incarnation of
his master.

“…They’re my fears. My doubts. My pain. They’re the reason
why I sometimes wake up at night in a cold sweat and wonder if the I
was ever good enough. Good enough to be a padawan, good enough to be
a jedi, be your master, be a councilor or a general.” The Padawan
looked away. “Touching them will bring nothing good. You have
enough of your own doubts Anakin, I don’t want to infect you with
mine.” The man looked back at him before nodding. “You’ll find
the real Obi-Wan along the cracks, like the General thought. I’m
sorry you have to go the path alone though.”

“What are the cracks? What is all this darkness?” Anakin was
growing frustrated.

The Padawan hesitated before sighing, arms tight around himself. “The
light is the last thing holding Obi-Wan alive, the last will to fight
to remain alive. I’m sorry, I can’t tell you more then that.”
But he’s told Anakin enough as he looks around the dark cavern that
is Obi-Wan’s mind.

With so little light…

He needed to find Obi-Wan. He doesn’t stop even as several shadows
suddenly screams out with Obi-Wan’s voice, scream names, some which
Anakin knows, and others he doesn’t.

Cerasi.

Siri.

Qui-Gon.

Satine.

The list of names grow and then there’s a wordless sobbing,
something Anakin had never associated with his proud and strong
master until he had collapsed. He almost trips over the next
incarnation of Obi-Wan, a frightened looking teen of twelve, staring
up at him with wide green eyes.

“You…oh…oh Obi-Wan…” Anakin knelt down while staring at his
frightened looking version of his own master. “…This is how he
sees himself…isn’t it?” Anakin whispered quietly, gently
touching the teens upper arms.

The Initiate gave a slow nod. “Failed initiate, bound to be a
farmer, not worthy to be a Jedi…no master willing to take him on.
Always the second choice, never the first.”

Anakin swallowed. “…Is he close?”

The copper haired child stared at him before nodding again and
pointing. “See those cracks that look like chains? That pulses?
That’s where he is. A-Are you going to rescue him?”

“I have to. I care about him.” Anakin smiled at the Initiate and
slowly stood, looking at the cracks that turned into chains.

“Oh…Good luck then.”

The blond follows the cracks and then the chains until he finds
Obi-Wan. The Real Obi-Wan sitting on a platform of light that pulses
ever so faintly.

HIS Obi-Wan.

The copper haired man sits curled up with his knees drawn to his
chest to hide his face in them and his hands over his ears, several
shadows whispering to him and Anakin almost yells in rage when he
recognizes Palpatine in the dim of it.

But this is not the place to be angry, this is the place for
reassurance. He kneels down and places his hands slowly on Obi-Wan’s
knees. “Obi-Wan…Obi-Wan please look at me?”

“…Anakin?” Obi-Wan whispered, lifting his head a bit from his
knees to look at him. “What are you…doing here?”

“I came to bring you home.” The knight shifted closer slowly,
trying not to spook the other away. “I came to bring you back home
Obi-Wan.”

“…Why? You don’t need me…I’m just…a burden.” The copper
haired man swallowed hard.

“You’re Obi-Wan. My friend, my brother in arm and my mentor. My
first pick to have my back at any situation.” Anakin offered back
as he was close enough to wrap his arms around the other, tugging him
closer.

Obi-Wan slowly unfolded himself so Anakin could. “…First pick?”

“Yeah Obi-Wan. You’ve always been my first pick. I know it hasn’t
seemed like it in a long time, but you’re the one I want at my
side. My best friend.” Anakin rubbed the others back slowly. “Come
back with me?”

“…Okay…I…I think I may need help though Anakin.”

“You got it. You got all the help you need. I’ll be here for all
of it. I’ll make sure you get all the help you want.” Anakin held
tighter, watching the cracks spread and broaden ever so slightly.

()()()

He opened his eyes slowly, staring at Yoda and Che while holding
tightly onto Obi-Wan’s hand before he turned to look at the other
man.

“Successful
you were?”

“I found him. He said he’d come with me…” He stared at
Obi-Wan and felt his shoulders slump in relief as the other opened
his eyes slowly.

“Obi-Wan.”

“Anakin. What happened?”

omg i love your writing! prompt for second choice: cody calls anakin about obi-wan getting called to palpatine’s office and anakin (who’s been working secretly with padme and her allies in the senate to bring palpatine up on corruption charges or whatever) borderline panics because omg palpatine’s going to try to kill obi-wan again! he warns padme and then takes off for the senate building.

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He’s confused, but then again confusion is what he’s been since
he woke up in that medical bay after his coma.

He doesn’t have a close relationship to the Supreme chancellor like
how Anakin has, yet the man has called him to his office to talk, to
inquire about Obi-Wan’s health. Its awkward, he wants to return to
the clone barracks or perhaps the temple.

So when the conversation turns to his former padawan, Obi-Wan latches
onto it.

“Yes, Anakin is very good. He’s always been very good.” Obi-Wan
smiled at the praise the Chancellor had for his former padawan.

“Yes though he’s been stuck on Coruscant these last few months.
Looking after you as I’ve heard it?” Palpatine surveyed the Jedi
with a small smile.

Obi-Wan blinked at that. “I-I guess…yes, he has.” He looked
away, bitter emotions clawing their way up his chest.

“Such an active man, planet bound. You are very lucky to have him.”

“I…yes…very.” Obi-Wan felt dizzy.

He barely noticed Palpatine’s comms chime. “Ah, it seems I have a
meeting. I’m glad you had the time for me Master Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan jerked to his feet and bowed, still feeling dizzy as he made
his way out of the office. Outside it he stopped and stared at his
feet for a few seconds, blinking before he made his way down to the
speeder he had taken to the Senate dome.

Inside the office Palpatine picked up his personal comm. “Is it
done?”

The comm crackled. “Yes sir. We’re just waiting on him to get
close to it.”

A smile crossed the Supreme Chancellor’s lips. “Excellent.”

()()()()()

“What do you MEAN he’s with the Surpreme Chancellor?” Anakin
stared at the comm in his hand, feeling Padme’s, the senators and
the invited Jedi council in his room stare at him at his raised
voice.

“Just what I said General Skywalker. General Kenobi got a summon to
the Chancellor office and insisted on going alone. We don’t have
the authority to override him or his requests.” Cody repeated and
Anakin looked up to meet Mace suddenly very tight face.

“How long ago was this?”

“Hour, hour and a half? I tried to get in contact with you since
General but your comm was off.”

Yes, Anakin had turned his comms of so he could focus on the meeting
and the evidence that the Senators had found on Palpatine’s actions
since he had risen to power. There was even questions about
Palpatine’s rise to power as a Senator for Naboo.

Now he was regretting turning his comm off.

“I…I’m at the Senate dome right now, do you know if he has his
comms with him?”

“I’m not awa-”

The sentence never got finished for suddenly a large boom wracked the
entire building. Years as a Jedi lead every member of the order to
identify it for what it was.

“What was that?” A Twi’lek Senator stood.

“A bomb.” Mace Windu growled as smoke started to pass by the
window of Padme’s office.

“Obi-Wan.” Anakin whispered, heart in his throat before he moved,
long legs settling into a run, listening to the hurried prodding of
the Force as he ran the all to familiar halls of the Senate. He
passed by scared Senators and their aids, jumped of hallways to reach
the bottom floor, his heart pounding in his chest until he flew out
of the doors.

The first he saw was a blown up speeder, its metal twisted upwards
and bits strewn around.

“Jedi Skywalker!” He snapped to the voice to find a news crew a
few meters from the wreckage, the togruta news anchor bleeding from a
cut on her cheek having been to close to the blast. And between the
crew lay the bleeding and broken body of his former master.

“Obi-Wan!”

More Cody and Obi Wan in thw second choice AU please.

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He’s warm against Cody’s side.

Warm and sitting on the couch in the clones barracks, one of the many
entertainment rooms while playing sabbac with Boil and Waxer. Both
were doing a good job of not being visibly upset by their General’s
condition but Cody could clearly see them glancing at the others thin
wrist each time Obi-Wan picked up his cards or showed his hand.

Not every vod has been as good at hiding their reactions, Rex had to
drag both Helix and Fives away when they saw the copper haired Jedi
before the man himself could notice their horrified staring.

But he’s warm and alive against Cody’s side, playing sabbac with
Cody’s vods and even eating. Cody managed to get him to eat a few
dried fruit pieces and once he started playing, he absently eats one
or two dried pieces until the bag was empty only to be replaced with
a jerky bag that he’s also been steadily nibbling from.

Its more then Cody usually manages to get him to eat and he feels
kind of proud that the distraction is helping Obi-Wan eat.

“Commander Cody sir?” He looked up and then carefully excused
himself from the General’s side at Kix standing there, the medic
glancing at Obi-Wan. “Yes Kix?”

“There’s a situation I need your help with.”

“Ah, I see.” The man turned back to Obi-Wan. “General, I’ll
be gone for a bit, is that alright with you?”

“Hmm?
Oh, yes…yes of course.” Obi-Wan nodded and looked to Waxer and
Boil. “We’re just playing card anyhow.”

Cody eyed him closely before nodding and following Kix out of the
room. When they were far enough away the medic grabbed Cody by the
shoulders, hissing. “What is wrong with him? Why is he so bad of,
you didn’t warn us it was THIS bad!” The vod hissed.

Cody glanced at the hands on his shoulders and then slowly looked at
Kix who took a deep breath and pulled his hands back. “Sir. What is
wrong with General Kenobi?”  He asked again, recognizing the none
verbal scolding.

The commander sighed a bit. “I’m only telling you because you’re
a medic, I’ll tell Helix too once he’s calm. Healer Che called it
a Wasting sickness.”

“Wastin-but those things can be treated. Those can be treated and
don’t leave people looking like…like…”

“Husks of themselves?” Cody offered dryly before nodding with
another sigh. “Most people don’t ignore their symptoms either.
The Healer thinks its been going on for years, since before the war
started. And you know how Jedi need to eat a high calorie diet.
General Kenobi has not been good at that and it finally came to its
conclusion. Effecting his systems, wasting away at his organs and weakening them.”

Kix frowned to himself. “What does that mean for General Kenobi
now?”

“From what I can tell, the High Generals seem reluctant to send him
out, not that any of us have really moved since…since…huh. We
haven’t really moved or been attacked or been informed of an attack
by the Separatists since the General fell ill.” Cody blinked to
himself before shaking it off.

“So they’re allowing a recovery period?” Kix asked in relief.

“So far yes. To be honest, I’m not sure General Kenobi will be
sent into battle again. He’s…not healthy. Mentally or physically.
I inform you this because I can’t be the only one on watch but
General Kenobi is not in a good headspace, there is
some…speculation that he didn’t reach for help because he didn’t
think he deserved it.”

“…Are we talking about a suicidal general here?” Kix was
standing straight, brows furrowed.

“Not deliberately I think. But low key, back of his mind? Perhaps.”
And if that wasn’t enough to give Cody gray hairs, he had no idea
what would.

“…I’ll talk to Helix. We’ll…start some preparation
and…kriff. Okay, there are several meals we can encourage him to
eat that would take care of his physical health at least, help him
gain weight again and rebuild the muscles.”

“Like?”

“Nut butters, cheese, eggs, protein rich things honestly
commander.” Kix ran his hand over his head. “As for the other
stuff…do the Jedi healers have him on any kinds of antidepressant?
Do Jedi even TAKE antidepressant?”

“I don’t know. You might want to comm the healer and ask her.
Healer Vokara Che. She’s rather fierce.”

Kix nodded that, sighing to himself. “…Commander…Cody…vod
tell me the truth, do you think he’s going to get better?”

Cody stared at him before slowly nodding. “With help, I truly think
so yes. Now I have to return to the General. Koth knows that Waxer
and Boil might have robbed him.” He tried for some levity and was
gratified to see Kix smile a bit before the healer went to track down
his fellow medic.

The commander sighed and turned, returning to the room only to freeze
as only Waxer and Boil was there.

“Before you say anything, the General insisted on going alone!”
Waxer stood, waving his hands. “We tried to convince him to take us
with him or at least wait for you.”

“Where.is.he?” Cody growled.

“He got a summon to the Chancellor’s office. He said he wasn’t
about to ignore the Supreme chancellor.” Boil offered.

Cody got a bad feeling in his stomach.

Codywan: Cody being possessive Over Obi-Wan (maybe With secondchoiceObi? He definetly needs some love :D)

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If you had asked anyone before the Incident, anyone at all be they
civilian, Jedi, Republican, Separatist or even his enemies, the
answer on what they thought about Obi-Wan Kenobi would not be so
different though a few curse words would be included depending on the
who.

A skilled tactician, a clever man with a nexus predatory glint in his
eyes, a man to watch as he twirled words like weapons around, who
charmed and innovated and learned, a man with his head held high and
his back straight as he moved forward in confidence.

If you had asked Obi-Wan himself…

He would have smiled and deflected the question.

But as he sits in the Garden of a Thousand Fountains, his trouser
legs rolled up enough to show skinny calves as he rests his hands and
head on one knee and the other leg dips into the pond he’s by, its
clear that whatever the Galaxy itself thinks of him, he does not
share those sentiments.

There’s a slump to the shoulders, an absence of the spark in green
eyes that may not have even existed, that talks about a man who’s
meet the wall so hard he’s bounced of it and not risen of the
floor.

That is what Cody sees when he marches into the garden room after a
padawan. He nods to her and then takes a deep breath, slowly
approaching the copper haired man. His heart twinges at the sight and
he kneels down. “General.”

Obi-Wan shifts his head a bit on his hands but doesn’t lift it from
them as he peers at Cody with tired eyes. “Cody.”

“I’m sorry.” The dark haired man got out and Obi-Wan blinked in
surprise, finally lifting his head as he stops swishing his leg in
the water.

“W-What?”

“I should have looked after you more.” Cody reached out and
carefully took the others thin wrist, staring at it before shifting
closer and touching the mans cheek, feeling the brush of slowly
growing beard against his skin. “Look at you, you’re all narrow.”
The commander whispered.

Obi-Wan stared at him, eyes wide as he tried to piece together what
the other was talking about.

“I don’t…”

“Your our general. But more then that, you’re my
Jedi.” Cody murmured before sliding his arms around the trembling
man in front of him. “I haven’t been taking care of you enough
that is obvious. But I know you need us, me, a lot more then I
realized. You’re not alone Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan slowly curled his fingers up into the armor, hooking them
into the white plates. “I don’t…understand Cody.” He
whispered. Bant had been working hard to try and settle Obi-Wan, as
had Anakin. Several Jedi’s had honestly.

But this was different.

This felt different.

“We all know your words and we all know your steps, the sound of
your voice is the promise of a new dawn for us.” The commander
offered seriously. “Your our hope and our salvation, the first Jedi
we ever saw and the first one who cried out for our rights as
individuals and rallied others behind you to bring those rights to
both the Kaminos and the Senate. You were the first one who looked at
us and saw individuals. Did you think that meant so little to us?”

Obi-Wan pressed his forehead against Cody’s neck, shaking ever so
slightly.

“Would you come to the barracks? We’ve missed you. I’ve been
the only one to be able to see you in the temple.” Cody ran his
hand along Obi-Wan’s back, not reacting to the feel of his spine
despite desperatly wanting to. “I share quarters with Rex, so if you get tired, you can rest there.”

“I…yes, alright, that sounds…good.” The copper haired man
slowly pulled his leg out of the pond and shifted to dry it off,
swallowing heavily as Cody carefully took boots and socks and helped
him put them on.

The commander stood and pulled his Jedi up after, slipping his hand
around the other waist and then nodding towards the door. “You may
have to guide me General, I may get lost if I decide the route out of
here.” He smiled.

And Obi-Wan smiled back genuinely in what felt like the first smile
in a long time. “I can do that commander.”

um … please continue the second choice obi-wan ficlet … except … maybe … make it happy? please? with bant eerin and garen muln here to validate the shit out of their friend maybe? please and thank you.

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Her hands are gentle on him.

Obi-Wan notes that even as he avoids her eyes and keeps quiet while
Che examines him as he sits on the edge of the bed.

Instead he looks at his bare feet and studies the way they look
rather bony with copper hair dusting the arch and toes. He pretends
not to feel the eyes of the council members in the room, pretends he
can’t feel the close scrutiny they are putting him under even as
Anakin sits beside him on the bed.

Obi-Wan is confused.

Confused and tired.

He understands that he has been asleep for a bit longer then two
months.

A coma to be more correct. Because he was sick.

They’ve already asked why he didn’t tell someone, didn’t get
the help he so desperately needed.

Obi-Wan isn’t sure what to answer to that. He remember faintly
thinking about how things would be better if he wasn’t there to
muck things up. There’s something wrong with that thought, he knows
there’s something very wrong with thinking like that.

The sick Jedi tilted his hand slowly on his lap to look at the thin
fingers, taking in old scars and obvious bones, wondering when his
hand and wrist became so very thin.

“Obi-Wan?” He looked up in surprise, meeting Anakin’s worried
blue eyes.

“I…what?” He licked his lips, his voice stronger then when he
woke, water going a long way to help his raspy voice.

“I asked you if you wanted me to go fetch your clothes from your
quarters, something…warmer then the gown.” Anakin hand twitched
as if he wanted to reach out and touch him but didn’t dare in case
his touch interfered with Healer Che’s examination.

“That…would be nice.” Obi-Wan nodded slowly.

“Is there anything you’d want in particular? Any cloth item at
all?” Anakin carefully prompted. He had already been taken aside by
two mind healers that had told him to be gentle with Obi-Wan,
that his former master needed an even gentler touch then an Initiate
at the moment.

And he could see why. There was something incredibly fragile about
the man that Anakin had never noticed before. Even in his coma
Obi-Wan had never appeared this fragile to the young knight.

“I…perhaps the socks you got me for my birthday last year?
They…they are rather warm.” Obi-Wan offered.

Anakin blinked but was careful to hide his surprise, standing. “Of
course, I’ll be right back with a change of clothes.” The socks
in question had been a gag gift, something he had picked up on Ryloth
with tooka images all over that ended in a tooka face on the toes.

But they were soft, softer then any Jedi standard issued. Warm and
soft.

Anakin was already considering that information in his head as he
left the medical room.

Obi-Wan quieted back again as Che stepped back to pick u a hypospray
and mix medicine into it.

“Master Kenobi…Obi-Wan…” Mace started once Skywalker was far
enough away. “Why didn’t you seek help? This…your condition has
been going on for months.”

‘Condition?’ The copper haired man looked slowly up at Mace,
blinking at him. And then he slowly shrugged. “I don’t know…”

Mace sighed and it felt like a stab to Obi-Wan’s chest. The heart
monitor beeped at his reaction and they all looked to the machine
except for Obi-Wan as he focused on his knees.

“…You are not well are you Obi-Wan?” Depa asked softly, one
damaged Jedi to another.

“…No…”

“And you haven’t been well for a long time.” She continued.

“…I don’t think so. I don’t know…things are…blurry.”
Obi-Wan whispered before closing his eyes tightly as they were
filling with tears. “…I don’t know anymore.”

“…Obi-Wan, I’m going to ask you a question and I need you to be
honest with me…have you ever been to the mind healers?” She asked
carefully.

“…Once…when I was fifteen.” Obi-Wan remembered it clearly,
Qui-Gon had insisted, something about Obi-Wan’s reactions not being
good. Something in his master’s eyes looking so worried about him.
He had started to hide his reaction behind durasteel shields after
that, had laughed for him, had smiled for Qui-Gon. And his master had
accepted and relaxed after that.

“Oh Obi-Wan…”

The heartfelt little whisper full of sympathy and pain was the last
straw.

Obi-Wan buried his face in his hands as his shoulders shook with the
force of his suddenly unleashed sobs, his pain, his fear, his
insecurities broke through the carefully built walls of his mind to
rip through everyone and everything in the entire temple as he
broadcasted.

Months and years of living in a dark pit of his own despair and
barely clinging to threads of lights to pull himself out, standing in
his own darkened thoughts while stress and responsibilities were
heaped on already straining shoulders without anyone the wiser to how
close their trusted brother in arm was to breaking apart.

It left everyone staggered as they had not been prepared for the
onslaught.

Except…

The door slammed open to a soft cry. “Obi!”

Bant had only been to the healing wing for a minor skin rash she had
contracted while swimming. Nothing serious but the Force had still
prodded her to go and now she knew why.

It wasn’t she who needed medical. It was Obi-Wan who needed her.

She hurried to his side and wrapped her up in his arms as she did
when they were young. “Obi, its alright, its alright, its alright,
I’m here. Obi, its me.” She rocked him and felt hands grasp her
tabards and cling to her as he buried his face in her chest, a cry
escaping his lips as he broke against her.

She reached out and wrapped her own shields around her friends mind,
whispering for his ears alone all the assurance in the galaxy. She
ignored the door behind her slamming open again, Skywalker’s
frazzled emotions hitting her as he stood there with an armful of
clothes, the council members muted voices, Che’s careful questions.

She ignored it all in favor of the man in her arm.

Her to skinny, to often ignored, to tired friend.

“I’m here Obi.” She whispered.

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“Anakin? what’s wrong?” Padme hung up her cloak and hurried to
her husbands slumped form on the couch. “Oh Anakin you look
horrible.” She whispered as she cupped the others face.

Ever since Obi-Wan slipped into his coma, Anakin had been staying by
his side as much as he could, caring for him despite not needing to.
The odd thing was that it seemed like the war was on pause just for
that reason. People were breathing in the meantime and senators were
digging into legislation.

“Obi-Wan…he…”

“Anakin?” Fear stabbed at her, wondering if her friend, the man
who so long ago had helped save Naboo, was dead. Sleeping for almost
two months now she wondered if his body had given in.

“He flat lined again.” Anakin leaned into his wife’s gentle
hands, needing the soothing touch. He had already worked his anger
out on the training droids, now only an empty kind of void was left.
The kind of void that would usually send him to someones advice.

But not this time.

Not with the suspicions buzzing the temple. Buzzing in Anakin’s
mind.

“Oh Anakin…there’s more to this isn’t there?” Padme
whispered, stroking the skin underneath her fingertips.

“…The same person was there this time too.”

Padme’s brows furrowed at that before rising in surprise. “The
chancellor …oh …oh dear…Anakin…”

“The healer says its to much of a coincidence. He’s in a coma and
while he’s not stable, he hasn’t had a fluctuation like that
since last time.” Anakin swallowed as he remembered Mace Windu’s
thunderous face as Healer Che explained the copper haired mans state
to them. Visitation to Obi-Wan was now limited to only Council
members, Anakin himself and Cody.

Padme hesitated, she knew how much her husband trusted the man. But
perhaps it was time that Anakin saw the underbelly of the man.

“Anakin…I have something to tell you…and you’re not going to
like it.” She offered softly. “Or rather…show you.” She
tugged on him, turning on the holo and pulling up the classified
files she, Bail and several Senators had been looking over.

Her husband stared them for a few moments, blue eyes reading fast
over the information and by the way his mouth was slowly opening and
hanging open, he could read what they had found and put the pieces
together.

“H-How…what…”

“…We’ve been researching for the past two months. I know you
like and trust him Anakin but…” She reached for his hands and
held on. “He’s…he’s been doing this since he came into
office, to much power is suddenly his…”

()()()()()

He doesn’t know what to feel.

He had always trusted Palpatine despite Obi-Wan’s continued dislike
of most politicians, he had always trusted Palpatine. And he knew
that not every politician was the same as Padme was great and Bail
was okay.

Yet…Sheev Palpatine had been in Obi-Wan’s vicinity alone when the
other Jedi had flat lined. Once was a horrific tragedy, twice…

And now with the information of the man consolidating much power from
the Senators to the Supreme Chancellor through the years, restricting
bacta throughout the galaxy and constricting the Jedi’s right on
Coruscant?

Anakin sighed and ran his hand through his curls.

Perhaps Obi-Wan had been right that to trust politician is one of the
worst things one can do. His Angel is different, his Angel was a
queen before she was a politician and only wants the best for her
people.

He nodded to the healer on watch as he made his way to the copper
haired mans room, placing his hand on the biometric scan to allow him
access before stepping in.

He freezes, staring at the empty bed, his hand clenching on the door
frame as his shock and horror floods the Force. And then there’s a
soft noise from the other door in the room as it opens, Obi-Wan
leaning on the wall with the hospital gown hanging of his painfully
skinny frame. Two months in a hospital bed has made the already to skinny man into only
skin and bones as both muscle and fat is lost.

Obi-Wan blinked owlishly at Anakin as the two stared at each other in
surprise.

And then all Anakin can feel is relief as he moved forward.
“Obi-Wan!” Its not even a conscious thought as he pulls the other
man into his arms and into a tight hug, holding onto to narrow
shoulders as he tucks the others head under his shoulder.

He doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry as the smaller man
squawks in surprise.

“A-Anakin, what is going on?” Is shakily rasped against his chest
and that cinches it. He starts crying into the greasy copper hair,
wrapping his former master ever tigheter to himself as if to shield
him from the galaxy.

“You’re awake.”

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Obi-Wan had never been a tan man.

He burned in the sun and didn’t take color from it as much as just
break into freckles.

But today he looked as if he was only a second from death’s door as
he laid on the shielded medical bed, hooked up to every kind of
medical device Anakin had ever seen. Ever so often the heart beat
stuttered before carefully correcting itself as medicine was pumped
into his former master.

“How long has…has he been sick?” He managed to ask.

“Months? Perhaps even years.”
Che offered darkly in return, eyes on Obi-Wan’s still form as the
chest barely rose and fell. “He
must have felt it wasn’t important, must have felt that he couldn’t
or wouldn’t get the help he needed.”

“…Will he wake?”

“…He’s in a coma Skywalker. With minor chances of returning.
Especially not with how unhealthy he is.”

She left him alone at Obi-Wan’s bedside, the young knight slowly
taking Obi-Wan’s left hand as he tried not to wince at how skinny
the wrist was. All of Obi-Wan was skinny, without the vambraces and
gloves and armor or robes, it was clear to anyone who looked at him.

Sith hells, how did this even happen?

He knew the war had been bad, knew everyone was pushing themselves.

But this?

This was more.

And adding to Anakin’s guilt, he wasn’t even the one to find
Obi-Wan.

Kit Fisto had come to see Obi-Wan, with a report, had used the
councils override codes when Obi-Wan hadn’t opened the door and had
found him face down in the carpet, barely breathing.

No, Anakin had been with Padme, finding comfort and warmth and love.

And Obi-Wan?

Obi-Wan had been in his rooms, slowly dying, not reaching out to
anyone.

He stroked the thin wrist slowly and steadily, watching Obi-Wan’s
to pale face, his mind flashing with images of half eaten plates,
abandoned mealbars, Cody practically chasing Obi-Wan with some kind
of fruit or local grown food. “Oh Obi-Wan…” He sat down on the
bedside and rested the hand in his lap.

“Skyguy?” He looked to the door where Ahsoka was hesitating.

“Hey Snips…”

“How…” She glanced at Obi-Wan and suddenly looked startled,
staring at the thin wrist in Anakin’s lap as if she’d never seen
anything like it.

“He’s in a coma. Healer Che is…unsure if he’ll wake.” The
blond swallowed as Ahsoka ever so slowly moved over to the bed. She
reaches for his free hand and Anakin latches onto it as if its the
only thing that will make life alright again.

But it won’t be. Because Obi-Wan’s eyes are still closed…

()()()()()

The temple is abuzz.

The temple is abuzz because Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi is in a coma.

Its abuzz because Master Kit Fisto was seen running through the halls
with the other master’s limp and lifeless looking body in his arms,
sprinting to the halls of healing with the man.

And then it all quiets down, as if the galaxy is waiting on what
comes next.

Obi-Wan Kenobi does not wake, the Jedi’s who manage to sneak a
glimpse of him talk about how pale and how thin the man is.

A broken image of the Master they are all used to seeing.

A week goes by, the Jedi’s clone commander shows up at the temple
to see him, sits with him for hours until he has to leave. Anakin
Skywalker and his padawan sits with him too when they can. Senator
Amidala shows up, citing close friendship.

Even the Supreme Chancellor shows up but is hurriedly ushered away
when Obi-Wan Kenobi flat lines and only the saving grace of Healer
Che’s proximity and abilities as a healer saves him this time.

A reporter manages to sneak into the temple and past guards. Suddenly
its all over the holonet but the response surprises the temple.

There’s talk about how human it is, how very human the Negotiator
looks in the medical bed. That Jedi’s are not so mythical after
all.

They get torn down too.

A second week goes by and Obi-Wan gets a private room in the healing
wing to ease up on the gawkers. Anakin takes the decision to
carefully shave Obi-Wan’s narrow face and wash his hair for hand,
giving himself something to do, something that feels like it helps.

A third passes and it seems like the war has been put on hold because
Obi-Wan Kenobi is no longer there. Anakin doesn’t pretend to
understand it, all he knows is that he’s grateful that he doesn’t
have to leave the Master’s side just yet.

He’s been more in the temple these past three weeks then he has
since the war started. He doesn’t dare leave Obi-Wan alone for to
long.

He doesn’t know if it will be the last time he sees Obi-Wan if he
does.

I’m sorry. But can I please request: Obi-Wan always being everyone’s second choice, never the first, never the one truly wanted. He’s always accepted it, even as he’s dying because of it.

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He
had not been his creche mates favorite.

His
visions kept them awake at night and therefor he had often been the
last picked in homework assignments.

He
hadn’t even been a choice to be a padawan, Qui-Gon Jinn had only
taken him after Obi-Wan had almost died several times. And the man
himself had tried to lose Obi-Wan when Anakin had come along. A newer
and more powerful version.

He
was second choice for many assignments after he became a knight, a
second choice after he became a master.

He
was the second choice as master for Anakin, he knew the blond
preferred Qui-Gon but the man was dead.

There
was always someone better, someone wiser, someone stronger that
couldn’t or wouldn’t do the job. So in came Obi-Wan Kenobi as the
second choice.

He
wondered where Anakin had given away his padawan braid to.

He
wondered if Qui-Gon had ever been proud of him.

He
wondered if he was doing any good on the council as one of the
youngest on it.

But
did it honestly matter?

It
wouldn’t change the situation where he was face down in the carpet
of his own quarters, unable to move. The healer appointment had been
moved, someone else needing it more then he did.

Obi-Wan
took a shallow breath, his heart giving a painful lub in his chest.
His hands numbly squeezed at his tunic yet he didn’t panic.

Who’d
hear him even if he cried out…

Green
eyes closed slowly, never hearing the hiss of his door opening or the
shocked cry.