vomiting

The clones move forward with their plan to take down the senate. Kix finds something interesting on a fellow clones brains scan that sends alarm bells ringing.- Dangerous Galaxy

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Looking up from his pad, Cody raised a brow as Wolffe entered the meeting room, watching quietly as his vod made his way over to the hidden cabinet to bring out the moonshine.

The gruff commander uncorked one, glanced at the others and then started chugging directly from the bottle, causing the rest to exchange resigned, worried looks.

This tended only to happen when Wolffe was geared up from something, generally something relating to his Jedi and with everything the troopers were figuring out about how the Senators treated them, a lot were automatically going that direction.

It didn’t get any better when Rex, with Kix in tow, also went straight for the booze, the two clicking the bottles together before chugging.

Pressing his face into his hands, letting out a deep sigh, Cody wondered if he really wanted to know before his mind reminded him that if it had to do with the Jedi, he had to know with what they were planning to do. “…Okay, what’s up?” He finally questioned after a few moments of the two drinking.

Poor Kix looked lost and a bit disapproving at how his captain and the commander was chugging alcohol but the medic instantly turned to Cody at the question. “We have biochips in our heads.” He announced darkly.

Pausing, Cody stared at him before sighing deeply and getting to his feet, moving over to Wolffe and Rex, holding out his hand while mentally noting that he hoped someone refilled the secret cabinet, it was getting a tad empty.

Rex quietly handed over one of the blank bottles and watched Cody chug from it. “Okay, we’ll talk about that after the meeting. Wolffe?” He turned to his vod, ignoring the shifting holos behind him of the other commanders and captains.

“General Plo let it slip that one of the CIS senators once broke his arm.” Wolffe grumbled, glaring at Cody.

Freezing, bottle of moonshine at his lips, Cody’s mind suddenly kicked into high gear.

Of course, of karking course.

The CIS had Senators in the Rotunda once too.

Karking hell.

Of course they too had access to the Jedi at some point.

Slowly he lowered his bottle, letting a deep breath out through his nose. “You get the name from the General?” He questioned, sighing quietly when Wolffe nodded. “Good, I’ll bring the issue up with Senator Amidala when I meet with her again, get some names… I know she has a big black book, actual book, with names for us.” He murmured tiredly.

He ignored Rex and Wolffe exchanging surprised looks. Padme had explained that she kept the black book with her at all times and inserted names as she either heard from the grape wine or saw for herself that someone hurt the Jedi.

A book, made of paper, after all could not be hacked and a book, simply filled with a random amount of names could mean anything. After all, the Senator was smart enough not to fill in the reason on the paper why those particular names were in it.

Things were starting to line up now, three more weeks and they’d take the Senate and Cody’s gut bubbled a bit with the thought of it.

Troopers were already cautiously being rerouted towards Coruscant, quite a bit of slicing around the natborns required to not let them get suspicious. Hell, Cody had even managed to get Tarkin’s battalion rerouted to Coruscant.

He was one of the natborns that would be a casualty of the coup. Cody did not want a man that disregarded his vode as Tarkin around for the aftermath.

They wouldn’t strictly need the superior numbers, looking at it from a logical point. Most of the Senators had no task force of their own and couldn’t fight worth shit but a voice, deep in Cody’s head, wanted more trooper feet on Coruscant.

Something deep in his mind.

Quietly, he turned his head towards Kix, watching the other quietly converse with Fox. That same little voice whispered that he now knew why he wanted the troopers on Coruscant.

Biochips were things slavers used, he had learned about them after Zygerria.

They were normally implanted into a slave with trigger words, trigger orders.

It could make a normally docile person suddenly turn into a violent maniac with the correct phrase or make someone that constantly fought kneel, the right words and suddenly a person might drop to their knees without understanding why.

Makers, sometimes they didn’t even realize that the order was wrong, that it wasn’t something they’d normally do.

A chill went up Cody’s back at the thought of being forced to do something so ingrained against his own moral code it made him wonder…

The nightmares.

Cody’s hand went tight on the bottle, his eyes widening as the thought occurred to him.

The GAR wide nightmare, the nightmare every member of the entire GAR experienced at least once a week if not more.

The nightmares of murdering their own Jedi, even the young ones.

Could it be that?

He knew, from working closely with Obi-Wan, that the question of the clones creation had always been a weird, blurry spot. The idea of Dooku ordering clones for the Jedi, along with the Jedi he had been working with, always having had big question marks with it, but what if it was so simple as these biochips.

What if the creation of the clone army, what if the nightmares and these biochips were related?

Cody suddenly felt very sick, his own dreams of turning his blaster on Obi-Wan, surfacing hard and fast and he wanted to vomit even as he slowly made his way to his seat, sitting down heavily as he let the implication sink in.

If he was right…

Ka’ra.

There were so many troopers, so many of them on Coruscant at every hour of every day.

If the troopers marched on the temple, their wills wiped, with simply the order of killing every Jedi…

It be a massacre.

Would the chip even make a distinction between the healthy that could fight or the young and the impaired?

Or would they be blasting down every knight, master, padawan, youngling and bed bound Jedi?

The alcohol bubbled in his stomach and Cody felt saliva pool in his mouth, heard Rex ask quietly if he was okay, heard Fox stand as Kix was making his way around the table towards him.

But his mind was caught on Obi-Wan, the sight of his smiling face as Cody gave his saber back, the warm glow of the Jedi’s eyes before his mind twisted the image, Obi-Wan’s eyes wide and full of shock, his own saber piercing his chest, Cody holding the hilt.

Cody turned to the side, just as Kix touched his shoulder and promptly threw up all.

So I just MAJORLY screwed up. My anxiety was thru the ROOF, & at a simmer now. By the time you get this, it’ll be handled, but. Even so? In the next week or 2, if you have time/inspiration, could you write some cuddle fluff? I don’t care who with, or what fic (or if you just make a one-shot), but your fluffy fics always make me feel nice. It would be cool to get with some fluff in the near future from a writer I KNOW I enjoy. If you can’t, plz don’t stress tho! Just wanted to ask. Thank you!

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Spitting the flavored water into the bucket, Anakin gave his master a meek smile as he handed over the green tinged glass to him before dropping back onto the couch, tugging the blankets more tightly around himself.

Due to a mishap with the commissary droids and the ones working with them at the time not checking, several of the dishes in the eastern commissary had become tainted due to spoiled chicken.

And unfortunately, the eastern commissary was the one Anakin and his classmates had picked to eat at.

Which meant that several padawans had come down with stomach infections, which included Anakin with his iron stomach.

The only padawan that ate the same as them that got away with it was the wookie padawan and she only got away with it because apparently her stomach rejected it only an hour later and spent some time throwing it up.

The rest who had chicken however?

Oh yeah, stomach infections for all.

It made for some very miserable padawans but thankfully their teachers had postponed all of their homework, tests and lessons and Anakin’s master at the very least had stepped up.

Obi-Wan had carried his fourteen year old padawan to the healers at midnight when Anakin started throwing up in his bed and then shitting himself minutes later when he had scrambled to the bathroom, Obi-Wan had held his hand through the entire ordeal in the Halls, held the bucket when Anakin threw up in the Halls and had carried him back in the early grey of the morning.

Exhausted, wearing the Hall robe due to throwing up on himself, Anakin had curled up in Obi-Wan’s armchair as Obi-Wan went to his own and bought out his duvet and several blankets, preparing the couch for his padawan.

And only then, once Anakin was comfortably laying with a bucket between the couch and the caff table, did the redhead go to strip Anakin’s bed for the soiled sheets to throw in the laundry chute, Anakin resting uneasily due to his churning stomach.

How long he slept Anakin wasn’t sure but it was bright outside when he opened his eyes fully.

And promptly threw up once more, Obi-Wan at his side, rubbing his back with a worried croon.

“I’m sorry.” He rasped out, voice cracking on the second word as Obi-Wan set down the herb flavored water.

Pausing, Obi-Wan looked at him in surprise, dark bags under his eyes.

And then he smiled, kneeling down to carefully stroke Anakin’s cheek. “Don’t be. You’re sick padawan, I wouldn’t leave you to wallow when you’re sick.” He stated calmly.

His hand was cool, cooler than Anakin’s skin at least.

It felt so nice and Anakin wanted it to stay, both for the comforting touch and for the coolness. He could feel the slight catch of calluses from the others hand. “Don’t wanna be a burden…” Anakin mumbled thickly.

“You’re never a burden to me Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s voice was soft, steady.

A bit tired but genuine and Anakin couldn’t help but sniffle, feeling unsteady as his master gently continued petting him affectionately, going from stroking his hair to running his hand over Anakin’s spiky hair and into the hair usually gathered in a nerf tail.

It was comforting and despite how his stomach hurt and rolled, he almost wished this would last. Obi-Wan’s low voice, his caring touch, the quiet of their quarters and the comfort of Obi-Wan’s bedding around him.

“Sleep padawan. Things will be better after sleep.” Obi-Wan encouraged, a Force suggestion in his voice.

And as he had learned with the years at his master’s side, Anakin listened and fell asleep on the couch.

#UncertainBeginnings. That was so amazing. I absolutely love a protective Obi-wan. Thank you very much for writing it.

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Plugging
himself into the Kamino’s systems proved to be effective even if
Obi-Wan didn’t particularly like being helpless in what was
technically enemy territory.

And
he did consider the facility enemy territory even if he was on even
ground with Jango and the kaminoan’s were supposedly on the Jedi’s
side. Any moment any of them could turn on him and the clones would
follow the orders from Jango or the kaminoan’s for now.

He
couldn’t consider this safe territory.

Which
meant he would have to keep his dig through the archives brief.

And
so Obi-Wan set a timer on his comm and clenched it tight in his flesh
hand as he plugged his mechanic one into the wall, slicing his way
into the terminals to dig through the kamino’s barriers and safety.

He
needs answers, answers before the council members arrive.

He
needs answers to who
ordered the army and for what reason.

The
general reason is obvious, war but there is more here, the Force
tells Obi-Wan to look
and that is what he’s going to do with the days he has until the
council arrives to take their own look in person at the clones and to
listen to Jango Fett.

‘I
already know that Sidious is the real puppet master behind the clone
army, using Sifo-Dyas as a scapegoat… but… where did all the
money come from? And can I prove it is the Chancellor who has his
sticky fingers in this?’ Obi-Wan frowns his mind scanning through a
wealth of information.

Mostly
he is looking for key words.

Anything
containing Sith, Jedi, Bounty hunter o-

Jedi.

Obi-Wan
pauses and goes back to the information.

-Order
66: Execute the Jedi Order.-

The
words physically throws Obi-Wan back into the world of flesh and
living, fighting against his gag reflexes as he stares wide eyed at
the wall.

‘…That
was only order 66. What are the others?’ Obi-Wan forces his bodily
reactions
under control and throws himself back into the world of digital
information and machines, going back to order 66.

He
ends up physically ill before the end, coating the durasteel floor of
his room with bile and water as the extent of what he finds hits him.

Order
upon order, to execute traitors, execute the Senate, execute
villagers until a Jedi gives themselves up, execute the troopers
themselves… and the base for all these orders.

A
biochip.

The
urge to vomit again is strong as it hits him just how deeply the
troopers have been tampered with.

‘Just
like me. They’re just like me. Weapons to be in someones hands,
slaves to be, modified and under someone else yoke.’ He thought as
he shook, on his knees in front of a pile of bile, staring at his own
hands.

One
fleshy and pink and the other shiny exposed metal.

The
galaxy wasn’t a fair place, there was always someone out to get an
advantage, to get riches and power. The
galaxy was always hungry for the pain of the innocent, the abused
were always humiliated a step further and someone always made a
credit of the pain.

And
there
were always more willing
to do anything to get those
riches and that power,
including creating such a humongous force to do their dirty work for
them to
clear out planets and innocent lives, to sweep them under the carpet
of ashes and darkness in a hail of weapons and explosions.

To
abuse the clones, to modify them, to pervert nature, to accelerate
their growth and put biochips
in them.

Shining
silver and warm flesh clenched into tight fists as
Obi-Wan stared down at his trembling hands.
‘No,
I won’t let it happen. I promised myself and them, I wouldn’t let
it happen.’ Obi-Wan let out a small growl and wiped his mouth,
staggering to his feet as he went to rinse his mouth.

He
had work to do and that didn’t mean he could stay on his knees
feeling sorry for himself or others.

It
was time to copy the proof and get it in front of the council.
‘Whatever the cost to me, they will never be used in a war. Not on
my watch. I’ll take over Kamino if I have to.’ Obi-Wan thought
grimly as
outside the walls of the facility, thunder cracked and wind whipped
the mighty ocean of Kamino into froth.

Immortal Plans- Obi-Wan’s siblings get put in charge of a sick Obi (with Ani actually being in charge.). Xanatos gets vomited on.

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Welcoming his baby brother into
his arms, Anakin nuzzled the fluffy soft hair slowly as the boy
sniffled into his chest. “Hey there munchkin, I hear you’re not
doing to hot?” He said quietly, inwardly grateful that Obi-Wan was
fresh from the shower as
the kid smelled pretty decent at that moment, his hair all fluffy.

Nodding into the knights chest,
Obi-Wan sniffled some more. “I got a stomach infection.” He
pouted at Anakin, letting the other pick him up and head for the
couch as Qui-Gon pulled on his boots.

“Indeed, master Qui-Gon told
me that much.” He settled down on the couch with the boy on his
lap, taking note that Obi-Wan was only dressed in one of Qui-Gon’s
long tunics that reached to his knees as
he sat sideways with his feet in the sofa, bare toes wiggling.
He looked to their fellow master. “All his clothes in the wash?”
Anakin asked,
pretending he didn’t see the stuffed bantha Obi-Wan was trying to
push under a decorated pillow with his foot.

“Yes, they should be arriving
with the laundry droid sometime later today,”
Qui-Gon sighed before turning stern eyes on Anakin. “Now remember,
you
are in charge. You are the one who decides what is best for Anakin.
Not Feemor, who goes along with what Xanatos says and the latter
certainly not. The council is watching
us and if there is an incident again like the one with the tree,
Obi-Wan will be taken from me.” His gaze turned pleading.

Anakin nodded, tucking Obi-Wan
up against him before pulling the blanket over and wrapping it around
the boy. “Of course master, I know how to take care of a kid.”

“Not a kid.” Came a grumpy
little meep from his chest.

Chuckling quietly, Qui-Gon
padded over in his boots, gaining a look from both his former
padawans that he ignored in favor of bending down to kiss the top of
Obi-Wan’s head. “I’ll only be out for a few hours kiddo, I’ll
be back soon… and yes I will wash the floor when I do.” He rolled
his eyes.

Obi-Wan beamed at that, settling
back against Anakin’s chest.

“Go enjoy yourself master, me
and the others will look after Obi-Wan and watch some age appropriate
cartoons.” Anakin grinned wryly, Obi-Wan
waving weakly from Anakin’s chest.

Hesitating a few moments,
Qui-Gon finally nodded and headed for the door.

Of course when he returned
Xanatos was wearing Qui-Gon’s clothes, Obi-Wan looked guilty, one
of the couch pillows was gone and there was a blanket swinging from
the ceiling lamp as Anakin came out of the kitchen with a bowl of
popcorn.

Staring at the blanket for a
long moment as Xanatos continued sulking and Feemor popped out of the
fresher in another set of Qui-Gon’s tunic and leggings,
Qui-Gon opened his mouth then closed it, his nose wrinkling as he
thoughtfully turned his eyes to Obi-Wan. “…You threw up on both
of your older lineage brothers, didn’t you?” He asked softly.

Obi-Wan
nodded, clearly miserable
with his hands clasped in his lap as he sat on the couch. “And one
of the couch pillows…” He whispered shamefaced.

Smiling softly, Qui-Gon slid
onto the couch and pulled Obi-Wan into his lap, cuddling the boy to
him. “Oh Obi, you’re sick. This happens. Did they take good care
of you?” Qui-Gon asked instead as Anakin sat down with the popcorn.

“We watched an old movie about
goblins and elves.” Obi-Wan perked up a bit under the positive,
gentle attention, being distracted from his earlier action of
throwing up as Anakin nibbled on the popcorn and Feemor grabbed a
handful.

‘Honestly, it was hilarious to
hear Xanatos squeal when the vomit hit him…’ Anakin hid a smile
by eating more popcorn, listening to Obi-Wan’s excited chirps as
the boy filled in Qui-Gon on what he missed. ‘If Obi-Wan tells
about it, I am totally filling in that detail. He sounded like a
bellow pig deflating.’ Anakin outright smirked at Xanatos.

And then cackled when Xanatos,
after quickly checking that Obi-Wan could not see him, gave Anakin
both of his middle fingers with his tongue stuck out.

Immortal Plans- Obi-Wan’s siblings get put in charge of a sick Obi (with Ani actually being in charge.). Xanatos gets vomited on.

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Welcoming his baby brother into
his arms, Anakin nuzzled the fluffy soft hair slowly as the boy
sniffled into his chest. “Hey there munchkin, I hear you’re not
doing to hot?” He said quietly, inwardly grateful that Obi-Wan was
fresh from the shower as
the kid smelled pretty decent at that moment, his hair all fluffy.

Nodding into the knights chest,
Obi-Wan sniffled some more. “I got a stomach infection.” He
pouted at Anakin, letting the other pick him up and head for the
couch as Qui-Gon pulled on his boots.

“Indeed, master Qui-Gon told
me that much.” He settled down on the couch with the boy on his
lap, taking note that Obi-Wan was only dressed in one of Qui-Gon’s
long tunics that reached to his knees as
he sat sideways with his feet in the sofa, bare toes wiggling.
He looked to their fellow master. “All his clothes in the wash?”
Anakin asked,
pretending he didn’t see the stuffed bantha Obi-Wan was trying to
push under a decorated pillow with his foot.

“Yes, they should be arriving
with the laundry droid sometime later today,”
Qui-Gon sighed before turning stern eyes on Anakin. “Now remember,
you
are in charge. You are the one who decides what is best for Anakin.
Not Feemor, who goes along with what Xanatos says and the latter
certainly not. The council is watching
us and if there is an incident again like the one with the tree,
Obi-Wan will be taken from me.” His gaze turned pleading.

Anakin nodded, tucking Obi-Wan
up against him before pulling the blanket over and wrapping it around
the boy. “Of course master, I know how to take care of a kid.”

“Not a kid.” Came a grumpy
little meep from his chest.

Chuckling quietly, Qui-Gon
padded over in his boots, gaining a look from both his former
padawans that he ignored in favor of bending down to kiss the top of
Obi-Wan’s head. “I’ll only be out for a few hours kiddo, I’ll
be back soon… and yes I will wash the floor when I do.” He rolled
his eyes.

Obi-Wan beamed at that, settling
back against Anakin’s chest.

“Go enjoy yourself master, me
and the others will look after Obi-Wan and watch some age appropriate
cartoons.” Anakin grinned wryly, Obi-Wan
waving weakly from Anakin’s chest.

Hesitating a few moments,
Qui-Gon finally nodded and headed for the door.

Of course when he returned
Xanatos was wearing Qui-Gon’s clothes, Obi-Wan looked guilty, one
of the couch pillows was gone and there was a blanket swinging from
the ceiling lamp as Anakin came out of the kitchen with a bowl of
popcorn.

Staring at the blanket for a
long moment as Xanatos continued sulking and Feemor popped out of the
fresher in another set of Qui-Gon’s tunic and leggings,
Qui-Gon opened his mouth then closed it, his nose wrinkling as he
thoughtfully turned his eyes to Obi-Wan. “…You threw up on both
of your older lineage brothers, didn’t you?” He asked softly.

Obi-Wan
nodded, clearly miserable
with his hands clasped in his lap as he sat on the couch. “And one
of the couch pillows…” He whispered shamefaced.

Smiling softly, Qui-Gon slid
onto the couch and pulled Obi-Wan into his lap, cuddling the boy to
him. “Oh Obi, you’re sick. This happens. Did they take good care
of you?” Qui-Gon asked instead as Anakin sat down with the popcorn.

“We watched an old movie about
goblins and elves.” Obi-Wan perked up a bit under the positive,
gentle attention, being distracted from his earlier action of
throwing up as Anakin nibbled on the popcorn and Feemor grabbed a
handful.

‘Honestly, it was hilarious to
hear Xanatos squeal when the vomit hit him…’ Anakin hid a smile
by eating more popcorn, listening to Obi-Wan’s excited chirps as
the boy filled in Qui-Gon on what he missed. ‘If Obi-Wan tells
about it, I am totally filling in that detail. He sounded like a
bellow pig deflating.’ Anakin outright smirked at Xanatos.

And then cackled when Xanatos,
after quickly checking that Obi-Wan could not see him, gave Anakin
both of his middle fingers with his tongue stuck out.

Immortalplans: how about some child care stuff? and by that I mean some sick Obi and fluff from dad Jinn

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“You look awake,”
Micah noted with an amused grin on his face as he followed Qui-Gon
through the hall. “And by awake I mean you look like shit Jinn.”

Snorting,
Qui-Gon covered up his mouth as he yawned again. “Yes well Obi-Wan
couldn’t sleep last night so I spent most of the night reading him
a story.” He noted while peering around.

“…Uhu
and you didn’t just send your very
young padawan to bed
because…?” Micah let the question hang, raising a dark brow with
even more amusement.

“Because
Obi-Wan has a stomach infection and switches between throwing up and
having diarrhea or both at at the same time right now, so his body
will keep him awake with unpleasantness. I just distracted him with
more pleasant things.” Qui-Gon shrugged as they moved around a
group of padawans making their way through the halls for class.

Blinking
sharply, Micah grimaced in understanding. “So that’s why you came
from the Halls, you were picking up something for him from the
healers?” He questioned in sympathy while trying not to imagine how
throwing up and shitting yourself at the same time felt, hoping
Obi-Wan at least had a bowl in his hands when it happened.

“Mostly
some vitamin’s actually since there’s not much they can do except
let the infection run its coarse, its important to not loose to much
salt and water right now so the only real things I can do is give him
water, these pills, avoid giving him fruit and dairy and just try to
see if he will eat something, regardless what it is as long as he
gets some food into him.” Qui-Gon breathed out heavily, hands
tucked into his sleeves.

Eyeing
his friend, Micah hummed. “You totally gave him fruit didn’t
you?”

Sporting
a vaguely guilty look, Qui-Gon nodded. “It was the only thing
Obi-Wan would eat, that and crackers. He had a few slices of apple
and some crackers and honestly it didn’t come flying out of him and
over the bed again so I’m content.” Qui-Gon grimaced. “Child
care, its pretty much 70 percent fluids, I think this is why the old
masters don’t take young padawans.”

Cackling
a bit, Micah nodded and clapped Qui-Gon on the back in sympathy as
they reached the dorms, seeing
the red circle of ‘sickness’ set up on the door to warn people.
“Well, good luck my friend and tell Obi-Wan I wish him a speedy
recovery for his poor stomachs sake,” He
glanced at the door. “Least its not infectious I see.” He
gestured to the red circle, noting it did not have the X through it.

“That’s
the only good thing Micah, Obi-Wan can have guests when he’s decent
enough.” Qui-Gon chuckled tiredly before opening the door and
stepping in. Only to stop and wince as he heard the telltale sound of
retching from somewhere in the apartment.

Micah
winced at the sound. “Good luck.” He said and quickly ran away,
being a sympathy retcher himself.

‘Oh
dear.’ Qui-Gon quickly hung up his robe and threw his boots off,
hurrying to the fresher where he found Obi-Wan curled up by the loo,
his eyes teary and sick on his tunic front. “Oh imp.” He crooned
worriedly, kneeling down and lifting him up onto the toilet lid where
he started helping the other out of his dirty clothes and
having him rinse his mouth out with some water from the sink.

He
took Obi-Wan to the couch where he tucked the boy in with blankets
before going to the boy’s room and just as suspected the bed was
covered in sick. Picking up Boo, Obi-Wan’s soft toy and setting the
bantha aside, Qui-Gon got to work and removed the dirty laundry to
throw down the laundry chute before returning to Obi-Wan with the
soft toy, tucking it into the boys arms before heading
to the kitchen where he fetched a glass of water and then returning
to the couch where he
sat down and sat the
glass on the table for Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan
instantly crawled into his lap, sniffling in discomfort. “…I’m
sorry…” He
whispered while tugging the blankets more around himself.

“Shhh,
no, you’re sick.” Qui-Gon stroked the soft fluff of Obi-Wan’s
hair, rubbing slowly down his back. “Its alright Obi-Wan. I promise
its alright.” He
said softly, glancing at his robe where the vitamin pills were before
deciding focusing on soothing his padawan.

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“You look awake,”
Micah noted with an amused grin on his face as he followed Qui-Gon
through the hall. “And by awake I mean you look like shit Jinn.”

Snorting,
Qui-Gon covered up his mouth as he yawned again. “Yes well Obi-Wan
couldn’t sleep last night so I spent most of the night reading him
a story.” He noted while peering around.

“…Uhu
and you didn’t just send your very
young padawan to bed
because…?” Micah let the question hang, raising a dark brow with
even more amusement.

“Because
Obi-Wan has a stomach infection and switches between throwing up and
having diarrhea or both at at the same time right now, so his body
will keep him awake with unpleasantness. I just distracted him with
more pleasant things.” Qui-Gon shrugged as they moved around a
group of padawans making their way through the halls for class.

Blinking
sharply, Micah grimaced in understanding. “So that’s why you came
from the Halls, you were picking up something for him from the
healers?” He questioned in sympathy while trying not to imagine how
throwing up and shitting yourself at the same time felt, hoping
Obi-Wan at least had a bowl in his hands when it happened.

“Mostly
some vitamin’s actually since there’s not much they can do except
let the infection run its coarse, its important to not loose to much
salt and water right now so the only real things I can do is give him
water, these pills, avoid giving him fruit and dairy and just try to
see if he will eat something, regardless what it is as long as he
gets some food into him.” Qui-Gon breathed out heavily, hands
tucked into his sleeves.

Eyeing
his friend, Micah hummed. “You totally gave him fruit didn’t
you?”

Sporting
a vaguely guilty look, Qui-Gon nodded. “It was the only thing
Obi-Wan would eat, that and crackers. He had a few slices of apple
and some crackers and honestly it didn’t come flying out of him and
over the bed again so I’m content.” Qui-Gon grimaced. “Child
care, its pretty much 70 percent fluids, I think this is why the old
masters don’t take young padawans.”

Cackling
a bit, Micah nodded and clapped Qui-Gon on the back in sympathy as
they reached the dorms, seeing
the red circle of ‘sickness’ set up on the door to warn people.
“Well, good luck my friend and tell Obi-Wan I wish him a speedy
recovery for his poor stomachs sake,” He
glanced at the door. “Least its not infectious I see.” He
gestured to the red circle, noting it did not have the X through it.

“That’s
the only good thing Micah, Obi-Wan can have guests when he’s decent
enough.” Qui-Gon chuckled tiredly before opening the door and
stepping in. Only to stop and wince as he heard the telltale sound of
retching from somewhere in the apartment.

Micah
winced at the sound. “Good luck.” He said and quickly ran away,
being a sympathy retcher himself.

‘Oh
dear.’ Qui-Gon quickly hung up his robe and threw his boots off,
hurrying to the fresher where he found Obi-Wan curled up by the loo,
his eyes teary and sick on his tunic front. “Oh imp.” He crooned
worriedly, kneeling down and lifting him up onto the toilet lid where
he started helping the other out of his dirty clothes and
having him rinse his mouth out with some water from the sink.

He
took Obi-Wan to the couch where he tucked the boy in with blankets
before going to the boy’s room and just as suspected the bed was
covered in sick. Picking up Boo, Obi-Wan’s soft toy and setting the
bantha aside, Qui-Gon got to work and removed the dirty laundry to
throw down the laundry chute before returning to Obi-Wan with the
soft toy, tucking it into the boys arms before heading
to the kitchen where he fetched a glass of water and then returning
to the couch where he
sat down and sat the
glass on the table for Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan
instantly crawled into his lap, sniffling in discomfort. “…I’m
sorry…” He
whispered while tugging the blankets more around himself.

“Shhh,
no, you’re sick.” Qui-Gon stroked the soft fluff of Obi-Wan’s
hair, rubbing slowly down his back. “Its alright Obi-Wan. I promise
its alright.” He
said softly, glancing at his robe where the vitamin pills were before
deciding focusing on soothing his padawan.

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Squinting
at the trooper in front of him, Obi-Wan wiped his mouth as his legs
trembled. “I am so sorry Gus, I didn’t mean t-”

The
trooper cut in. “Its okay General, gross but okay. I know you
didn’t mean to throw up,” Gus quickly assured him even as he
grimaced. “Goddess knows Odd Ball tends to drive like an asshole.”
He sympathized before smirking when there was a loud ‘hey!’ from
somewhere in the hanger from said pilot.

Smiling
weakly, Obi-Wan grunted as his arm was pulled over Punch’s
shoulder. “I guess but I think I also inhaled some bacterium…
Punch my good man, help me to the medbay?” He rasped out weakly.

“Already
on it General.” The trooper pulled him along, arm tight around the
Jedi’s waist with the Commander taking over control with their Jedi
out of commission as Gus went to get cleaned up from getting thrown
up on.

Gross
but not done intentionally at least.

“…I’m
going to end up in the medbay again until we reach Coruscant, aren’t
I?” Obi-Wan stated with a tired sigh.

“Well
pardon my bluntness sir but you look like osik so that is a high
likelihood.” Punch cheerfully said while moving them around Waxer
and Boil though he stopped when Obi-Wan caught the Ghost company
trooper to him.

“Boil,
you know where I keep my knitting,” The redhead smiled meekly at
him. “Would you please fetch my current project? Its a pale
yellow yarn with
wooden needles in it.”

Nodding,
Boil gave the Jedi a salute. “Course General, we’ll bring you
your project to the medbay, Helix will be happy to see it since you
tend to linger and relax more when your hands are busy.” He smirked
deeply.

Grumbling
just a tiny bit, Obi-Wan pouted to himself as Punch continued aiding
him to the medbay until he was settled onto a bed where Helix took
over, confirming that it was indeed a bacterium Obi-Wan had picked up
that had caused him to throw up.

“You
got a fever and you’re going to need peace and quiet for at least
two days while the medication works on the bacterium. The fever
reduction will take care of the former so you’ll be more at ease at
least,” Helix informed Obi-Wan while pulling the privacy screen
around the bed. “You should change into your pj before Boil
arrives.”

Sighing
a bit, Obi-Wan did as told and then crawled into bed to wait for
Boil.

If he
didn’t then Helix was liable to prohibiting him from the
battlefield and they were going to Kerkoidia
which was located in
Separatist space which just guarantied them a battle with their luck.

‘Least
I got my knitting to distract me until Cody arrives with a report.’
Obi-Wan thought gratefully as Boil arrived with Waxer in tow, the
latter cheerfully singing a rather racy song.

“Here
you go General, I hope this is the right project?” Boil questioned.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan accepted the soft yarn
from the clone as he settled against the headboard to continue
working on the blanket. “It is indeed the right one, thank you very
much Boil.” He chortled quietly as the medication Helix had given
him had settled some of his queasiness.

Grinning,
Waxer leaned on his boyfriend. “So, why do you have baby yarn
General? Cause I looked up yarns while working on my own projects for
Numa and that’s the kind that is recommended for babies right?”
He asked.

Smirking
a bit, Obi-Wan raised a brow at the trooper. “Well, why do you
think I have baby yarn Waxer?” He teased.

“Because
General Skywalker doesn’t know how to use discretion or condoms?”
Waxer chirped with a wide grin that had Obi-Wan snorting and coughing
quickly to hide his laughter with Helix muffling his laugh into his
fist as the medic pretended he hadn’t listened in.

“Well,
you’re not wrong.” The Jedi acknowledged to the utter amusement
of the three troopers.

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Squinting
at the trooper in front of him, Obi-Wan wiped his mouth as his legs
trembled. “I am so sorry Gus, I didn’t mean t-”

The
trooper cut in. “Its okay General, gross but okay. I know you
didn’t mean to throw up,” Gus quickly assured him even as he
grimaced. “Goddess knows Odd Ball tends to drive like an asshole.”
He sympathized before smirking when there was a loud ‘hey!’ from
somewhere in the hanger from said pilot.

Smiling
weakly, Obi-Wan grunted as his arm was pulled over Punch’s
shoulder. “I guess but I think I also inhaled some bacterium…
Punch my good man, help me to the medbay?” He rasped out weakly.

“Already
on it General.” The trooper pulled him along, arm tight around the
Jedi’s waist with the Commander taking over control with their Jedi
out of commission as Gus went to get cleaned up from getting thrown
up on.

Gross
but not done intentionally at least.

“…I’m
going to end up in the medbay again until we reach Coruscant, aren’t
I?” Obi-Wan stated with a tired sigh.

“Well
pardon my bluntness sir but you look like osik so that is a high
likelihood.” Punch cheerfully said while moving them around Waxer
and Boil though he stopped when Obi-Wan caught the Ghost company
trooper to him.

“Boil,
you know where I keep my knitting,” The redhead smiled meekly at
him. “Would you please fetch my current project? Its a pale
yellow yarn with
wooden needles in it.”

Nodding,
Boil gave the Jedi a salute. “Course General, we’ll bring you
your project to the medbay, Helix will be happy to see it since you
tend to linger and relax more when your hands are busy.” He smirked
deeply.

Grumbling
just a tiny bit, Obi-Wan pouted to himself as Punch continued aiding
him to the medbay until he was settled onto a bed where Helix took
over, confirming that it was indeed a bacterium Obi-Wan had picked up
that had caused him to throw up.

“You
got a fever and you’re going to need peace and quiet for at least
two days while the medication works on the bacterium. The fever
reduction will take care of the former so you’ll be more at ease at
least,” Helix informed Obi-Wan while pulling the privacy screen
around the bed. “You should change into your pj before Boil
arrives.”

Sighing
a bit, Obi-Wan did as told and then crawled into bed to wait for
Boil.

If he
didn’t then Helix was liable to prohibiting him from the
battlefield and they were going to Kerkoidia
which was located in
Separatist space which just guarantied them a battle with their luck.

‘Least
I got my knitting to distract me until Cody arrives with a report.’
Obi-Wan thought gratefully as Boil arrived with Waxer in tow, the
latter cheerfully singing a rather racy song.

“Here
you go General, I hope this is the right project?” Boil questioned.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan accepted the soft yarn
from the clone as he settled against the headboard to continue
working on the blanket. “It is indeed the right one, thank you very
much Boil.” He chortled quietly as the medication Helix had given
him had settled some of his queasiness.

Grinning,
Waxer leaned on his boyfriend. “So, why do you have baby yarn
General? Cause I looked up yarns while working on my own projects for
Numa and that’s the kind that is recommended for babies right?”
He asked.

Smirking
a bit, Obi-Wan raised a brow at the trooper. “Well, why do you
think I have baby yarn Waxer?” He teased.

“Because
General Skywalker doesn’t know how to use discretion or condoms?”
Waxer chirped with a wide grin that had Obi-Wan snorting and coughing
quickly to hide his laughter with Helix muffling his laugh into his
fist as the medic pretended he hadn’t listened in.

“Well,
you’re not wrong.” The Jedi acknowledged to the utter amusement
of the three troopers.

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Pressing his hand
to his stomach, Obi-Wan swallowed heavily as he tried to smile for
the cameras and the gathered Senator’s of the Republic.

It was a banquet,
it was suppose to show good morale, that they would continue the
effort to solve the war and wouldn’t give in to the CIS, he
couldn’t…

“Obi-Wan?”
Sheev was standing by his side, gently touching his elbow with a deep
frown on his face. “Are you alright son, you look green…” He
trailed off, frown deepening as Obi-Wan must be turning even greener
as he watched.

“I’m fine.”
Obi-Wan swallowed again, trying to release the queasy sensation but
that only made it worse. Oh Force even the light was making him
nauseous.

“Well maybe we
should excuse you from this gathering. We are only appearing as moral
support anyhow and my appearance should be enough.” Sheev
continued, his voice lower so not to attract too much attention.

It was enough that
quite a few Senator’s seemed to be leaning in to hear from them.

They didn’t need
the media catching on too as they trailed the walls of the grand
ballroom they were using for the gathering.

About to answer as
a serving droid passed, Obi-Wan got a whiff of the fragrant Nabooean
cuisine they were serving.

And promptly had to
rush for one of the knee height vase painted in delicate shades of
green and blue with colorful feathers in it for decorations, chunking
up his stomach into it with his knees on the floor as everything he
had eaten that day left him.

‘Well, that’s
going to make one hell of a media shot for the tabloids to mess
around with.’ He thought hysterically as he heard Sheev shout for
someone to get a damn medic.

Oh, he could
already imagine the headlines already. ‘Stress getting to the
Chancellor’s son! Is the position of leadership too much!?’ With
Obi-Wan on his knees in his fancy robes, chucking up into an
expensive vase.

Fuck everything
today.

()()()

Ensuring his cabin
was sealed, Anakin pulled his comm from his belt with a deep frown on
his face as Obi-Wan rarely called earlier. Something he normally
never did outside of their schedule as they normally tried to be as
careful as possible to avoid letting people catch on…

Well for the most
part.

But this time
Obi-Wan had called eight times in the last two hours.

Something had
happened.

And Anakin was sore
and tired, the last campaign had dragged on for far too long, there
was mud in places Anakin only ever wished sweat to be, his muscles
screamed with pain but at least Ahsoka was sleeping if the bond
between them was right.

And Rex had charge
of the bridge which meant that Anakin use as much time as he wished
to speak to Obi-Wan.

It only took two
rings before Obi-Wan answered, his hair pulled into a fuzzy bun and
wearing Anakin’s tunic.

He looked antsy.

“Hi there love.”
He smiled softly, trying to assure his worries since Obi-Wan was at
least comfortable.

Obi-Wan gave him a
wane smile. “Ani, dear one… I’m sorry. I just… I have news.”
Obi-Wan finally said.

‘He’s
stuttering. He doesn’t stutter, my Obi-Wan doesn’t get nervous or
stuttery.’ Sitting down on the bunk while staring at him in return,
Anakin nodded. “I’m listening.” He promised.

Watching as Obi-Wan
licked his lips, Anakin’s hand tightened on the comm, wishing he
was on Coruscant to assure the other.

“…Anakin, I’m
pregnant.” Obi-Wan whispered.