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Master and Padawan

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Star Wars: Rebels A.U. The Jedi and the Republic never fell, Anakin didn't fall and Palpatine is dead. After Obi-Wan and Luke bring back a prisoner from Malachor, the Council must decide what they must do with Maul’s captured Apprentice.

Chapter 1: Apprentice

Sabine quietly watched Master Kenobi return from a mission. She’d taken to hiding in the hanger to get away from the others, some thought the Council had made a mistake, as her skills with the force were practically non-existent.

It didn’t help that most of her peers were practical prodigies, especially the Skywalker twins. Personally, Sabine thought Master Allie chose her out of pity. She’d hoped that Caleb would choose her when he was knighted, but he’d just gone out on mission after mission.

“Did you hear?” Asked Dhara, making Sabine jump, “Sorry.”

“Hear what?”

“Master Kenobi and Luke fought Darth Maul, they managed to capture his apprentice.” Dhara pointed to a boy around their age being escorted off the ship in force-suppression cuffs, “I heard he took Luke’s hand off.”

“So, Luke retaliated with going for his eye?”

“Looks like it.”

A group of Temple Guards took the boy from the Clones.

“Wanna try and listen in on the Council meeting?” Asked Dhara, getting a smirk from Sabine.

“Does Tatooine have two suns?”

MAP

Mace frowned at the boy in the centre of the Council chamber. He took note of the wounds that had obviously been deliberately disrupted, almost as he had been trying to inflict as much pain to himself as possible.

“Where are you from?” Asked Master Ti, trying to coax answers from the boy, “Maul would’ve picked you up from somewhere.”

The boy sneered and said something is Togruta that Mace felt didn’t need repeating, Shaak Ti slumped back in her seat, a look of astonishment covering her face.

“That,” Said Plo Koon, after a moment, “was unnecessary.”

The boy just scowled at Plo. Anakin was outright glared at the boy.

“Your name,” Said Master Yoda, after a moment, “Tell us, will you?”

The boy scowled at the diminutive Jedi, “Discipulus.”

“I doubt that’s your birth name.” Objected Master Rancisis, frowning.

The boy glared at him, getting a sigh from Master Billaba.

“You’re features match the description of a young boy who was kidnapped from Lothal, Ezra Bridger.” The boy glared at Depa.

“That’s not my name!” Snarled the boy, Anakin frowned at the small quiver of fear from the boy.

“Maul kidnapped you after murdering your parents.” Said Obi-Wan, “No doubt after he sensed how strong you are with the force.”

“He’s not coming, kid.” Stated Anakin, “He could’ve intercepted the ship you were being transported in. He’s written you off.”

“You’re lying.”

“Search your feelings.”

The boy was silent, before summoning Anakin’s lightsaber, he ignited the blade and went to strike Anakin, before he froze. Anakin looked around, noting that none of the masters were holding him still with the force. Anakin stood up and slowly walked up to the boy, quietly holding out his hand. A moment later, Anakin’s lightsaber was deactivated and in Anakin’s palm.

“Master Koon, if you could guide Ezra to the Halls of Healing.” Said Master Windu, getting a nod from Plo.

“Come, young one.”

The remaining Council members silently watched Plo and Ezra leave.

“You think he can be trained.” Said Master Windu, looking at Yoda.

“Strike down, an unarmed enemy, he could not.” Said Yoda, looking around, “Not yet fallen, he is.”

“What about Padawan Skywalker’s hand?” Asked Coleman Kcaj, leaning forward.

“Maul was responsible for that, not the boy…Ezra.” Said Obi-Wan, leaning forwards, “He’s a bit rough around the edges, but he’s rather skilled in both the force and lightsaber combat.”

“But, he’s more likely to use the dark side.” Interjected Master Mundi, getting a nod from Mace.

“If he’s left untrained, we’d practically be inviting trouble.” Said Depa, “It’d be like leaving meat out to dry.”

“Perhaps we can arrange for a test of his skills and decide from there.” Suggested Anakin, “Have him spar with some learners around his age?”

“He managed to disarm Luke when they duelled on Malachor.” Objected Obi-Wan, leaning forwards, “Maul’s taught him several forms of combat, but he’s solely focuses on aggression, like Maul.”

“Learned nothing, Maul has, hmm?” Chuckled Yoda, before levelling a look on Obi-Wan, “Capture him, how did you?”

Obi-Wan sighed, “I managed to wear him down, and disarm him.”

“Where did he get a lightsaber?” Asked Windu, “We’ve kept track on every lightsaber from every Jedi that fell in the past seventeen years.”

“He was using one of Palpatine’s,” Answered Obi-Wan, “He also had Master Koth’s lightsaber. Evidently, he kept his after he left the order.”

Yoda frowned, “A training saber, he will have.”

“If we were to perform this test, it would be wise to prevent any further injuries.” Mused Master Mundi, glancing around the room.

MAP

Leia and her friends had all but jumped at the chance to duel Maul’s Apprentice, Luke had told them that the Apprentice hadn’t removed his hand. Dhara smirked and twirled her lightsaber in her hand, nudging Sabine.

“Maybe he’ll be easy.” Smirked Dhara, making Master Skoll’s padawan, Shin Hati, roll her eyes and scoff.

“Please, he disarmed Skywalker, and he’s one of the best in our class.” Stated Shin, as Master Koon guided the Apprentice into the sparring hall.

“Padawan Skywalker,” Said Plo, looking at Leia, “if you could take Ezra to pick out a saber.”

Leia nodded, before gesturing the Apprentice, Ezra, to follow her.

The two were examining the sabers, when Galen arrived.

“Is the Sith still here?” He asked, getting a nod from Shin.

“He’s over there.” Galen saw Ezra with Leia.

“Great.”

The murmuring was interrupted by a lightsaber igniting, Ezra stared at the yellow blade, entranced by it.

“You act like you’ve never seen a yellow lightsaber before.” Remarked Leia, getting a nod from Ezra.

“I thought there were only two colours.” Murmured Ezra, swaying the blade.

Leia felt a swell of pity well at the tone of Ezra’s voice. Ezra deactivated the lightsaber and moved to the centre of the room.

“Marek, you’re up.” Said Cin Drallig, gesturing for the boy to draw his lightsaber, “And remember to activate the training setting.”

Galen flushed, but drew his lightsaber. Ezra recognised the stance, his master had used it when training him, he’d found it was easier to avoid the blade rather than block it.

Ezra side stepped the swing, before activating his lightsaber and swung it as Galen’s back. Galen blocked and rolled behind Ezra, swinging his saber at Ezra’s legs. Jumping away, Ezra used the force to push Galen away from him.

Galen gasped when he hit the floor, then jumped to his feet and swung at Ezra with a yell. Ezra side stepped again and struck Galen’s back with his saber, making Galen fall to the floor with his back with a feeling of pins and needles dancing across his back.

Drallig frowned, He recognised some lightsaber forms, a mix of forms four through seven, Ezra looked like he was acting from muscle memory.

“Leonis, Wren.”

Sabine and Dhara slowly approached Ezra, the former staying behind the latter. Dhara swung her blue blade at Ezra, who blocked and then parried it. Ezra scowled, grabbing Dhara’s wrist and threw her to the side. Ezra then swung his weapon at Sabine, the force of his blow sent her weapon flying out of her hands. Ezra threw Sabine into the wall, blocking Dhara’s blade, he grabbed her wrist and threw her at Sabine.

Leia and Shin lunged at him in unison, he weaved between them, kicking Shin in the back and focused on Leia. The two stalked around each other, before swinging at each other. Leia blocked Ezra’s strikes, stonewalling him. Shin went to swing at him, Ezra ducked and countered. Quickly twisting Shin’s lightsaber out of her grip, he used the force to lift her into the air, before throwing her at Leia. She dodged the unconventional projectile and dashed towards Ezra, ducking under his blade and slipping behind him. She pressed her back against his and stayed behind him whenever he tried turn to face her.

“Stop that!” Growled Ezra, as Leia danced away from him and rapt his arm with her lightsaber.

Ezra grunted, taking the saber in his non-dominant hand and swung at Leia. Ezra’s started to wildly wave his saber, only for Leia and grab his arm and pull the lightsaber out of his hand. Leia held her blade at Ezra’s throat.

“Yield?” Asked Leia, coyly cocking her head.

Ezra breathed heavily, glancing around, Shin and Dhara were stumbling to her feet, the latter grabbing Sabine and pulling her up, Galen winced as he stretched his back.

“I yield.” Grumbled Ezra, glaring at the floor.

Drallig and Koon shared a look, Maul had obviously focused on lightsaber combat, with only basic force techniques to supplement them. They also sensed that Ezra was trying to force himself use the dark side.

“Ezra.” Said Plo, getting Ezra’s attention, “It’s time to return to the council.”

Ezra huffed, before following Master Plo.

“That was fun.” Smirked Leia, getting an eye roll from Shin.

“Only because you were flirting with him.” Snarked the Padawan, getting a swipe from Leia.

MAP

Caleb frowned as his master led him to the Council chambers, she’d asked him to meet with her, when he tried to get more information from her, but she’d been aggravatingly vague. They met up with Master Koon and a boy around the age of sixteen or seventeen, who looked unhealthily thin and had little sleep.

Depa nodded to Plo, before they entered the Council Chambers.

Caleb walked to the centre of the room, with the boy standing near the door.

“Knight Dume,” Greeted Master Windu, “I am sure that you, like everyone else, have heard of Master Kenobi and his Padawan encountering Darth Maul and an apprentice on Malachor.”

“I have, Master.”

“It’s been decided by the Council that he will finish his training in the Jedi Arts.” Continued Windu, “He showed restraint when facing Master Kenobi, Padawan Skywalker and the Clones that had gone with them to Malachor.”

Caleb felt a heavy weight in his stomach, “Okay, Masters, but why are you telling me?”

Depa sighed, “Caleb, it’s been agreed that you would be the best match for him.”

“No offence, Master, I haven’t even trained a Padawan before, surely there’s someone more qualified.”

“Dume,” Said Master Mundi, leaning forwards, “you were chosen because training the boy will also aid you in your trials as a Jedi Knight.”

Caleb clenched his jaw, “Alright, where can I find this boy?”

Master Plo gently ushered Ezra forwards, “This is Ezra, the boy we’ve been telling you about.”

Caleb looked down at the boy, judging from the looks of him, he couldn’t be older than fifteen or sixteen, he had two parallel scars on his left cheek and diagonal scar that went from his right cheekbone to just above his left eyebrow, it looked like someone tried to take his eyes out.

Caleb sighed through his nose and folded his arms, “Okay, I’m assuming he’ll be coming with me to Ryloth.”

“Master Skoll and his Padawan will be accompanying you,” Said Windu, “as to give Ezra an example of the relationship between a master and their Padawan.”

Caleb frowned, then nodded. Glancing at Ezra, “Does he have a lightsaber?”

“We’ve yet to take him to Ilum.” Responded Windu, glancing around, “Tano and Skywalker will be going to Lothal, in the hopes they can find Knight Shan’s lightsaber.”

Caleb nodded again, turning to Ezra, “You know why we’re going?”

Ezra shook his head.

“Senator Cham Syndulla’s been experiencing some violent protests.” Said Caleb, “We’re to go and bring him and his aides to Coruscant.”

Ezra hesitantly nodded, before Caleb turned on his heel and walked out. Ezra glanced at Plo Koon, who ushered him after Caleb. The boy hesitantly followed the Jedi Knight, leaving the Council chamber.

Plo looked around the rest of the Council, “Maul trained him in various lightsaber forms, but his use of the force is limited to pushes and basic levitation.”

Anakin glanced at Obi-Wan, “You said there were others.”

“A number of former Jedi,” Confirmed Obi-Wan, frowning, “I found one of the Temple Guards, Rakesh Thanos, as well as Thora Ratal and Falen Korr.”

“They vanished after the end of the Clone War.” Mused Plo, glancing around, “I assumed they were killed during the siege of the Temple.”

“Their bodies were never recovered,” Anakin pointed out, frowning, “Then again, neither was Ventress’.”

“We may need to check our list of the dead.” Suggested Mace, looking at Shaak Ti, “I am right in assuming Madam Jocasta still keeps those lists.”

“I’ll speak with Master Che,” Answered Shaak, “Master Jocasta’s stepping down from her position as head archivist, we’ve yet to select her replacement.”

Mace frowned, before glancing around the council, “I suppose we have a lot of work to do then.”

“I’ll make my way to the Archives,” Said Obi-Wan, getting to his feet, “I’ll make my way around Jocasta’s staff and bring back a short list.”

“I suppose I should use this time to visit the Halls of Healing.” Mused Shaak Ti, joining Obi-Wan on his feet, “I wouldn’t want to imply that Obi-Wan is the only one of us working.”

Mace nodded, “Skywalker, take Plo and Kit to the restricted section, maybe Palpatine’s effects can produce a list or something that can expand our knowledge on our…missing members.”

Anakin nodded, leaving the Council Chamber with Kit and Plo. Mace glanced around the Chamber, before getting to his feet, “I suppose we should return to our other duties.”

MAP

Maul threw the Grand Inquisitor against the wall, three other Inquisitors were scatter around tending to their injuries, while another six were lay dead.

“All you had to do,” Seethed Maul, “was keep Kenobi away from my Apprentice.”

“The boy-” Coughed The Grand Inquisitor, “was weak.”

Maul sneered, before grabbing the Inquisitor’s lightsaber, “And yet, he was still able to defeat you.”

“You, you have another.” Wheeze the Inquisitor, getting another sneer from Maul.

“Perhaps.” Said Maul, “But, remember, Inquisitor, Offee failed me, and you know what happened to her.”

Maul threw the Inquisitor to the floor and stalked away from him, leaving the four surviving Inquisitors to wallow in their failures.

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queer-irritator · 4 months ago

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Padawan! Obi-wan Kenobi x Padawan! Reader Part 2

A/n: This is FINALLY part 2 to this ask from the lovely @projectdreamwalker! Thank you all for being so patient, life has really been wild! This has got a little bit of everything, it kinda goes off on a tangent but... that's how my brain works 🥴 So sorry if some parts are like "wtf is this doing in here??" We got some Anakin, Padme, Ahsoka, Rex and Maul screen time in this one, folks.

CW: So much, everything in ROTS, fluff, sadness, death

Never proofread as always 👍

Word Count: 4,287

The next 10 years were incredibly busy. Anakin was proving to be quite the handful and you had become a Master Jedi Investigator. You spent most of your time undercover in the lower levels of Coruscant keeping an eye on crime and ensuring the temple was free from threats. Unfortunately, being undercover meant having extremely limited contact with other Jedi. You mostly communicated via encrypted voice messages, but you did have the pleasure of going off-world once in a while and were able to see some old friends, including Obi-wan Kenobi. You even had a handful of missions with him over the years. He would never admit it, but he looked forward to working with you the most, despite the antics you and Anakin would get up to. The two of you were quite the pair at getting under Obi-wan’s skin and testing his patience. When the Clone Wars began, you were stationed back at the Jedi temple on Coruscant.

You received a message informing you of the Battle of Geonosis and the clone trooper army appearing seemingly out of thin air, and orders to return to aid in the ongoing war against the Separatists. That had been about a week ago, you had been traveling across the galaxy in the meantime. It was mid-day when you landed on Coruscant. You stepped off your ship, squinting from the sun with your R4 droid trailing behind you. It had been quite a while since you were last on the upper levels, probably about 6 rotations; but things didn’t seem to have changed much.

“Welcome, Master (y/n). I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations. The Jedi have been incredibly busy, so I will be escorting you to your quarters.” A gold droid, C-3PO, introduced himself and began to lead you inside.

“Thank you. I guess you already know me, this is R4.” You gestured to your droid, following close behind him. “Is Obi-wan here..?”

“Oh! You know Master Kenobi? He has been in meetings all morning with his clone army commander. He has taken on the position of General in these trying times.” He explained.

“Wow, he always was a high achiever.” You thought aloud.

C-3PO stopped in front of a door, “Here you are. Master Kenobi has a room down the hall from here as well. Please do let me know if you require anything.”

“I will, thank you.” You said as you entered your room.

You looked around as you heard the remanence of the droid’s conversation.

“Come now, R4. I will get you cleaned up.”

You set a small bag you had brought with your down on the bed. You had been sitting all day, really all week, so you weren’t too keen on settling in quite yet. Besides, you couldn’t sit still knowing Obi-wan was so close to you again. After giving yourself a quick look-over in the mirror, you exited your room and headed towards the center of the Jedi temple.

You stopped multiple times to catch up with old friends and mentors you hadn’t seen since you went undercover. Just as you had said good-bye to someone else, you turned to see Obi-wan standing with his hand resting on his beard and his eyebrows drawn together as he was deep in thought, looking down at a holo-map. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you took him in. Still as handsome as ever, but he seemed wiser now, more focused. That seemed to happen each time you saw him, he was always sharpening his skills.

Obi wan’s gaze broke from the map and shifted to you. There’s no doubt he could feel someone’s eyes staring him down. When he made eye contact with you his stoic demeanor dropped. His eyebrows raised and his mouth parted slightly in surprise. Then he once again furrowed his eyebrows, as to ensure he wasn’t imagining things. He called your name as he started to walk toward you.

“Is that really you?” A smile was spreading across his cheeks as he got closer.

“It’s me.” You confirmed, closing the gap between the both of you and enveloping him in the tightest squeeze you could, “I missed you so much.”

He returned your enthusiasm with an equally tight hug.

“I missed you too, darling.” he whispered in your ear.

You breathed in his scent as you lingered in his arms, if only you two were alone. It was almost insufferable how badly you wanted to kiss him and just stare at him for hours.

Obi-wan let out a chuckle, his breath tickling your ear, “Mind your thoughts. We are in a building full of Jedi.”

You blushed and playfully pushed him away, breaking your hug, “Oh, shut up.”

But you knew he was right. You hadn’t been around other Jedi in a decade so you weren’t used to controlling your thoughts or feelings as much as you should. You looked him over and gently placed your hand on his cheek.

“You look good, Obi.” You smiled and dropped your hand back to your side.

“So do you.” He said as his eyes flicked between your eyes and your mouth.

“There you are, Master. You’re late for our meeting.” A familiar voice burst the bubble the two of you had been enveloped in.

“I was on my way.” Obi-wan began to defend himself as he spun around.

“Anakin?” You questioned, seeing the man before you. He certainly wasn’t a padawan any longer.

Anakin looked past Obi-wan to see you and a smirk crept onto his face, “Oh I see. I’m sorry if I was interrupting anything.”

“Come here.” You rolled your eyes and gave him a hug, “You been keeping Obi-wan in line?”

He chuckled and hugged you back, “Always.”

You let go of him, “Good, good.”

Before you could begin scheming with Anakin about ways to annoy Obi-wan, he placed his hand in the middle of your back, beginning to lead you as he walked, “Why don’t you join us in the meeting? We can catch you up on what you’ve missed.”

You nodded and followed his lead. And there was definitely a lot to catch up on.

Your role in the clone wars was to assist any teams that needed an extra hand, mostly on stealth missions as it was your specialty. After sitting through meeting, after meeting, you finally had some time to be alone with Obi-wan later that night. The moment he had shut the door to his room behind him, you were on his lips. The two of you muttered endless ‘I missed you’s and compliments to each other. You particularly let him know how hot he was with a full beard. That night was passionate, needy, and sloppy. Everything the two of you needed it to be after not seeing each other for so long.

However, the next day you were diving head first into the chaos of war. There was almost no time to breathe with all the moves the Separatists were making. There were moments to catch up with Obi-wan between battles and meetings, but one of you were always on the move to your next objective. The next time you had any substantial quality time with him was after Satine died. Obi-wan needed your support. He needed a sound voice in his head to keep him sane. Something to quiet all the hatred, anger, and guilt he felt.

You were sitting on the edge of Obi-wan’s bed with your hand gently rubbing circles on his back, doing whatever you could to soothe him.

“He’s taken everything from me.” Obi-wan had his elbows resting on his knees, his back hunched and his head hanging low.

“I’m so sorry.” You spoke in a hushed, gentle tone. “He’s not worth taking up space in your mind. The balance of the force will come back around, he will pay for what he’s done.”

“I know it’s wrong… But I want to make him pay myself.” Obi-wan’s hands tightened into a fist against his pants. “I want to kill him.”

You could feel your heart cracking and aching for the man besides you. You’ve always known him to detest violence, only resorting to it when there was absolutely no other choice.

“These feelings and your anger are natural, Obi. We will get through this, together.” You assured him.

“I just can’t believe she is truly gone…” His voice trailed off, he was silent for a few moments before you felt his body begin to shake and the sounds of his sobs were filling the room.

You pulled his body closer to you and gently laid down on the bed with him. You were laying so you were facing each other and you had an arm wrapped around Obi-wan. He had curled up his body to a fetal position and held your hand that wasn’t rubbing his back. The two of you stayed like that all night. Eventually Obi-wan’s breaths had evened out and he had fallen asleep. But you stayed up almost the whole night, watching over him. Thinking of anything you could do to lessen how bad he was hurting.

You two had also spent the next day together. Taking things easy, watching cheesy movies like when you were padawans, and trying to convince Obi-wan to eat. Despite his tragic loss, in a few days he was getting back to his normal self.

“You can stop worrying about me, you know.” Obi-wan spoke, his back turned to you while he poured a cup of caf in a small cafe area just outside the main mess hall.

You had been watching him like a hawk from the table you sat at, worried that any reminded or mention of Satine will have him crumble to the floor. But you also knew how strong he was, arguably the wisest Jedi Master and one of the top Generals in the war.

You sighed, “I can’t help it. You know you’d be doing the same thing if you were in my shoes.”

Obi-wan walked over to you and placed a mug down in front of you as he sipped his own, “I can’t argue with that.”

You smiled up at him, though your sadness for him was transparent. You thanked him for the beverage and took a sip.

There had been a thought stewing in your mind, festering and bringing on so much guilt. As hard as you tried to hide it, Obi-wan knew something was going on.

“What’s on your mind, darling?” Obi-wan asked as he sat down across from you.

You looked into his eyes, “I just… I know how much you loved her.” You winced as the words tumbled out of your mouth. This was not the right time to talk about the love triangle that was between you, Obi-wan, and Satine.

Obi-wan reached out and took your hands in his and gave you a soft smile, “I did love her. But… it wouldn’t have worked for us. Even if she were still here, we led two very different lives and had pledged our lives to different causes.”

You nodded slightly, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be bringing this up right now.”

“Don’t be. Loss brings up many emotions.” He brought your hand up to his lips and gave it a soft kiss before letting go.

Just then, Anakin walked into the room. Luckily it was just after Obi-wan had let your hands go.

“Alright, we gotta get a move on. I so graciously got us all on a mission together.” Anakin announced, hands on his hips and feeling obviously proud of himself.

You exchanged a glance with Obi-wan before getting up and embarking on your next adventure.

The war trudged on for about half a rotation longer, then something in the tides seemed to change. Anakin was growing alarmingly closer with the Chancellor each day and the Jedi council was not happy about it. Obi-wan was just assigned to defeat Grievous on Utapatu while you had just received a message from Ahsoka requesting back-up on Mandalore.

Obi-wan and you had gotten into a habit of taking turns sleeping in each other's rooms whenever you had downtime at the Jedi Temple. When you two would be on missions together you would share a room for “safety”. There had been a few times when you two had been sharing Obi-wan’s bed that Anakin would barge in and you would throw the excuse of falling asleep while discussing work in his face. Anakain would usually roll his eyes and mumble a ‘sure’ or ‘yeah, right’ before impatiently waiting outside the room for Obi-wan to collect himself.

That’s where you were at the moment, stuffing a few items into a bag before rushing off, and Obi-wan was doing the same but not as hastily as you. This was the most anxious you felt for a mission in a long time. You were going to have the chance to help capture Maul.

You closed your bag and triple-checked off your mental list. You were only torn from your thoughts and anxiety when you felt Obi-wan’s hand on your shoulder.

“You’re shaking, darling.” he squeezed your joint lightly.

You shifted your attention fully towards him, “This is a big fucking deal… I’m scared.”

Obi-wan gave you a sympathetic smile, “You and Ahsoka will do what is needed. I have complete faith in you both. There’s no one I would trust more to this task.”

You reciprocated his smile and leaned your cheek against his hand, “Thank you.”

You took a few deep breaths to calm your mind and body, letting the words sink in. Having regained some confidence, you moved to stand in front of Obi-wan and placed a kiss on his lips. He happily returned the gesture and moved his hands to your waist.

You reluctantly pulled away from him after a few moments and rested your palm against his cheek, “Stay safe, Obi-wan. I’ll see you when we get back.”

“You too. May the force be with you.” He placed a final kiss to your forehead.

“And with you.” You bowed slightly to him before walking out of the room to hurry onto the last ship of reinforcements that was leaving for Mandalore.

You couldn’t believe your eyes as you were dangling from a steel beam. Maul had finally been captured, Ahsoka had got him. You used the last bit of strength to pull yourself up as there was a stun blast sent directly to Maul and he fell unconscious, wrapped in cords by the clone troopers.

In between pants to catch your breath, you looked to Ahsoka who was standing on the steel beam across from you, “You did it.”

She turned her head to you, “No. We did.”

She graciously hopped over to you and helped you into one of the ships that had just flown up. The battle had taken all day and night, you just needed to oversee the transfer of Maul and make contact with the Jedi council.

While Ahsoka spoke with Master Windu and Master Yoda, you mostly stayed quiet, as it was her mission that led to the successful capture. You had a glimmer of hope that perhaps Ahsoka would come back to the Order after the mission, but that hope was dashed when she referred to herself as a citizen.

It was midday when you said your goodbyes to the Mandalorians and headed back to the command ship.

It was midday when everything went horribly wrong.

It hadn’t been long since you jumped into hyperspace when the clone troopers turned on you and Ahsoka. The two of you got separated almost right away and it wasn’t until you nearly took her head off in the medical bay that you got reunited. Ahoska quickly got you up to speed on the theory of the clones’ inhibitor chip and that she had let Maul go to create a distraction.

“You let him go?? Willingly?” You could see her way of thinking, but it was devastating to hear.

“I know, I know. But it was the only thing I could do to give us a fighting chance.” She explained as numerous droids began to run tests on the unconscious Rex laying before you.

When you took a moment to think about the last few minutes, it wasn’t until you heard loads of gunfire and clone troopers yelling commands in the distance for you to be able to kill the clones that had cornered you and then managed to escape to the med bay. You had a close call, a blaster shot grazed your side and you had been tending to your wound when you heard someone approaching the door.

“Thank you.” You spoke softly, looking to Ahsoka once again, “You did what needed to be done.”

“Don’t thank me until we get off this ship alive…” She muttered and took over locating the inhibitor chip in Rex.

Once the chip was successfully taken out of Rex, the three of you devised a quick game plan on how to survive at least one more day.

It took a lot of close calls, some skill, and a little luck, but you, Rex and Ahsoka were able to make it off the ship and away from the clone troopers.

The three of you had only caught your breath for about 10 minutes before you piped up, “I need to go back to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.”

“What? Are you crazy? We just escaped one war zone and you wanna go to another?” Rex turned to look at you in bewilderment.

“I agree with Rex. It’s too dangerous, we need to find somewhere to lay low.” Ahsoka supported the clone’s notion.

“You two can. I can’t… I have to find Obi-wan.” You explained, a bit in your stomach began to grow as you realized there was a good chance he didn’t make it. You and Ahsoka both felt the massive amount of loss and darkness when the clones turned.

Ahsoka called your name, bringing you out of the dark thoughts, “I want to find him too, but…” She stopped herself, seeing the hurt on your face. She didn’t have to finish her sentence, you both knew the grim reality of the situation.

You took in a breath and forced the next words out of your mouth as sternly as you could manage, “I have to find him, Ahsoka. I love him.”

Ahsoka could only look at you with pity and hurt, knowing there was nothing she could say to stop you.

Rex glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. He may have been bred and programmed for war, but even he knew the kind of love you meant was more than a friend.

“Please.” Your voice broke, strength and stoicism failing you. You didn’t have the energy to hide your feelings anymore. Ahsoka sighed in defeat, “Okay. We’ll find a system nearby safe enough to stop at. Then you can take the ship. Rex and I will make our own way from there.”

You nodded and tried to relax in your seat for the rest of the ride.

You were on your way to Coruscant, in hyper-space when an encrypted message came on your comlink. It was a warning for any remaining Jedi to stay clear of the Temple. You knew it had to be Obi-wan’s doing. He’s the only fool brave enough to walk into a trap just to warn others. You hadn’t been able to contact anyone when you were aboard the ship, fighting for your life. You decided to try one more time.

You put out your encrypted distress call to all Jedi frequencies, and a separate one to Obi-wan, Anakin, and Padme’s personal comlinks. Sitting with the dead silence of space was becoming more unsettling with each passing moment. Just when you had lifted your finger to shut off your distress signal, a distorted crackling came over the radio from Padme’s comlink.

“Hello? Padme? Can you hear me? Are you and Anakin okay? Have you seen Obi-wan??” You hurled rapid fire questions at the static filling your cockpit. You held your breath waiting to hear a reply.

“Darling? Darling, it’s me.” Obi-wan’s voice came over the static.

You let out a cry of relief and disbelief, “Obi-wan?? Is that really you? You survived?”

“Yes… I have a lot to explain, but I’m sending you coordinates. Get here as soon as you can, it’s not safe to talk on here for too long. But, I’m glad you’re safe.” He audibly sighed in relief

The coordinates popped up on your computer screen, “I got them. Ahsoka is safe too, we managed to help Rex as well. I… I love you, Obi. See you soon.”

“That’s good to hear… I love you too.” he replied before the connection was severed.

You arrived on Polis Massa just as the twins were born. You ran inside to the medical center, escorted by a droid where you saw Padme’s lifeless body on an operating table and Obi-wan holding a newborn baby boy. Master Yoda began to bring you up to speed on what became of Anakin Skywalker, and the duel on Mustafar.

As you sat in a sterile white command room on a new ship, listening to Master Yoda, Bail Organa, and Obi-wan discuss the next steps you should take, the world seemed surreal. “Listening” is actually a strong word, it was more like you could hear the hum of talking but you weren’t taking any words in. Everything you had ever known had fallen apart. It wasn’t until a gentle hand placed on your cheek drew you back into reality.

The room was empty now, with just you and Obi-wan left to yourselves. You turned your head to the man next to you.

“Anakin…” You mumbled, still in disbelief.

“I know.” Obi-wan answered you without you needing to say another word. He dropped his hand from your face and stared at the table in front of him.

“It was all for nothing.” He stated

“What was?” You questioned, brows furrowing in confusion.

“Everything.” He lifted his head to look into your eyes, his own filled with tears. “Qui-gon and Satine died for nothing. Dedicating my entire life to a code that now ceases to exist. And depriving myself of you.”

You were speechless, not even a thought could form in your mind.

“Come with me.” He continued, “To Tatooine, we can be together and watch over Luke.” He took your hands in his, giving them a slight squeeze.

You nodded, “Of course, all I’ve ever needed was you, Obi. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

A small smile formed on your lips, and Obi-wan matched it. He gently pressed his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry it took so long, that it took all of this for me to realize what I truly wanted.” He began to apologize, but you started to shake your head slightly.

“It wasn’t just you. And we made it. We’re here now.” You reassured him, and sealed it with a deep kiss you poured all your love into.

He returned your enthusiasm and pulled you onto his lap to bring your bodies closer together. The two of you stayed in that room, sharing sloppy love filled kisses for what felt like hours. You had to make up for lost time somehow. You made mental notes of how his lips felt against yours, how he tasted, the way his beard and mustache tickled your face. You never wanted to forget this moment.

You swore you could have stayed on top of him for eternity, but the jolt of the ship switching into its landing sequence interrupted you. Reluctantly climbing out of Obi-wan’s lap, you took a moment to take in his messy hair and swollen lips.

“Only you could make me horny on the worst day of my life, Kenobi.” You chuckled slightly and brushed your fingers through your hair.

“Well, I could say the same thing about you.” He bantered, following your motions and fixing his own hair.

The two of you quickly boarded a different ship once the current one had landed on Naboo. The three of you were now in hiding. Everything you grew up with, your morals, values, your way of life now had to be kept secret to ensure your survival. Obi-wan had barely set down the baby, Luke. You could sense how much the child meant to him, he and his sister are all that remains of Anakin and Padme. You sat in the cockpit and took off, setting the course for Tatooine, where Anakin had some family that would take in Luke while you and Obi-wan silently watched over him.

After arriving on the desert planet and an uncomfortably long ride on an eopie, you could see the lights of moisture vaporators come into view. You unraveled your arms from around Obi-wan’s waist as the creature laid down for him to dismount. He carefully swung his leg over to the side and stepped onto the dusty earth.

You reached out your hand to gently take the baby’s smaller one, “Goodbye, Luke. Stay out of trouble.”

You let go of the child and Obi-wan walked over to Owen and Beru who had just emerged from their home. He carefully handled Luke, swaddled in a soft white blanket to Beru. She smiled at him before walking over to her husband, who was watching the suns set.

When Obi-wan had made his way back to you and the eopie, he silently got on the animal and started to head toward the Jundland Wastes. It would become your new home while you quietly watched over Luke from a distance.

~Fin~

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