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nevertheless-moving · 4 years ago

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Suicidal Misunderstanding XVI

Part I - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Part XIII - - - - Part XIV - - - - Part XV

Star Wars Time Travel AU #27

Masters Aerdo, Koon and Nu lurched forward in distress as Obi-Wan unceremoniously slammed his mental walls into place.

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” He reassured them, smiling weakly and rubbing his temples.

“Cutting yourself off so abruptly from the force after a meditation that deep is dangerous,” Master Aerdo said, alarmed. “Please endeavor to be more gentle with yourself, Master Kenobi.”

“Of course, I simply thought it would be be best to allow for some, ah, uncertainty with my retreat to counteract my... necessary indiscretion.”

“Uncertainty!” Plo scolded. “If I hadn’t been in same room as you I might have thought you were dead!”

“Well, yes, that’s rather-”

Vokara Che burst through the door, followed closely by Bant Eerin.

“PLO KOON! WHAT IN THE GALACTIC CORE HAVE YOU DONE TO MY PATIENT!”

Master Koon took a step back, “Vokara, please-”

“I’m perfectly alright, Master Che,” Obi-Wan interjected, “Master Koon has helped me beyond what I can ever repay. I- Oh dear. You all have.” Obi-Wan looked around, guilt creeping into his voice. “Oh. OH. I am so sorry for what I must have put you all through. I- I assure you, it wasn’t what it looked like. Thank you so much for all you’ve done to save me from...well, my own foolishness, I suppose. Oh that must have been- I deeply apologize for the inconvenience I’ve caused.”

Master Che took a deep breath. “Your good health is repayment enough for whatever debt you feel you might owe. May I take your recent...reaching out to mean that you have begun to regain your sense of where and when you are and no longer feel the need for more...drastic means of escape? Alarming raising of shields notwithstanding?”

Obi-Wan winced. “I am...still confused on a number of points, I admit. But I’ve cleared up most of my important doubts. Its... 7957 by the Centralized Republic Calendar. I’m in the temple Halls of Healing on Couracant. Everyone in this room is a fellow member of Jedi Order.” Obi-Wan hastily wiped away a few tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

He cleared his throat as the five onlookers watched with a mixture of sympathy and confusion. “It’s going to be difficult, but I owe you all an explanation. Actually I need to explain a few things quite urgently, but first-”

His train of thought was interrupted by the roiling force presence that proceeded Mace Windu’s entrance. Mace paused at the foot of the bed, eyeing Obi-Wan critically as everyone else shuffled slightly out of the way to the edges of the increasingly crowded room.

“Master Kenobi. You’re looking better.” He finally said.

“I’m feeling better. You really can’t imagine. I’m sure you have questions, but first I must insist- ow!” Obi-Wan jerked back, startled by the sudden rap of a gimer stick on the side of his head.

“Master Yoda!” Che and Aerdo scolded as the Grandmaster suddenly appeared on the nightstand to get a better look at his troublesome great-grand padawan.

Vokara actually grabbed the wizened elder with both hands, lifting him by the armpits and chastising him like a misbehaving youngling. “That is not an appropriate greeting for any of my patients. Shame on you.”

“Patients, hmm? Shame, shame indeed.” Yoda muttered, dangling in the air. “Gone, my patience is. For making us think he had joined the force too early, shame indeed on Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan bowed his head. “My apologies, grandmaster. I had strong reason to believe that I was trapped in a hallucination. I will explain everything but first we really need to comm-”

“Your suicide attempt, I was not referring to, no. Do such a thing in your right mind, I know you would never. Concerned, we were, of course. Halfway fake your own death, the first thing you did was, after all this! The reason I am hitting you, that is! Too old for this, I am!”

“I understand, and I had reason for retreating so suddenly. Which I will be happy to explain. But first we really need to do damage control and contact-”

- - - - -

“ANAKIN! Anakin, what’s wrong!” Padme shook her husband’s shoulders as he knelt, collapsed on the floor.

“It’s- Obi-Wan” he choked out. “He was here! He was awake and alive and then he just- stopped.”

“Oh force. You don’t mean he’s-”

“I don’t know. I can’t sense him. I don’t know.”

“Go. And when you find him, please comm me to let me know if-”

But Anakin was already gone.

- - - - -

"Oh...hm.” Master Tiin shuddered slightly.

“Sir? Is everything alright?” Captain Rex asked.

“Does this have something to do with General Kenobi’s illness?” Boil called out anxiously. A low murmur rippled through the mixed meeting of high-level strategic and logistical officers.

“His- force presence grew rather strong for a moment. I would have to contact the temple to-”

“He’s dead.”

“Master Krell!” Saesee Tiin chided as the room recoiled in horror. “We don’t know that.”

General Tiin addressed the anxious room, “His force presence did cut out abruptly, but there are a number of explanations for such a thing, and jumping to the worst case scenario prematurely does us no favors.”

“Perhaps we should pause the briefing while you contact the Temple, sir.” Commander Cody offered stiffly.

“Out of line, Clone.” General Krell said, sneering. “Regardless of the status of your former General, we depart at 22:00 hours this evening. This briefing will continue. Interrupt with such a meaningless and insubordinate suggestion again and I will have you put on review for decommissioning.”

“Yes, sir.” Cody replied.

“That’s enough, Master Krell. I realize tensions are running high but please control yourself.” Tiin sighed. “We do need to finish this planning session. I apologize for the disruption, everyone. Now if you will all turn your attention back to map 3a of the Ghost Nebula...”

Command training included modules on compartmentalizing unhelpful emotional responses in order to focus on tactical information, so that’s what Cody did.

- - - - -

“If you have some Sith-related intel to divulge, I think it might be more appropriate to contact the rest of the council first, Master Kenobi,” Mundi said, discarded fluid drip awkwardly jabbing him in the side .

“I agree, but trust me, first, someone really needs to tell Anakin I’m not dead. If you don’t want to do it, I will,” Obi-Wan announced, trying to get up.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Bant snapped, pushing him back into bed.

“I- Oh Bant, It’s- some things are fuzzy, but you were one of the medi staff who came to my quarters after I...”

Bant glared in answer.

“I am so sorry, again I-”

“Obi-Wan, try not to worry too much about apologies right now. The important thing is you have people who care about you and we are all pleased by your renewed vigor for life.” Healer Aerdo interrupted, maintaining a death grip on Yoda while Che fussed over Obi-Wan’s vital readings.

“I’ve commed Skywalker but if he’s acting as I suspect, he’s not checking messages” Master Windu said from his place in the corner.

- - - - -

A Chiss Padawan leaned over to whisper to her Master as the mental flow halted unceremoniously. “Master, you don’t think...”

“Is something wrong, young one?” Chancellor Palpatine called out, smiling warmly at the young apprentice and drawing all eyes in the sub-committee meeting to the cloaked pair standing watch at the door.

“Ah, no, Supreme Chancellor, thank you for your concern. We simply observed a minor disruption in the force,” Her Tholothian Master replied smoothly as the padawan attempted not to fidget. “I’m sure the Council will contact us if it’s anything worth reporting to the Senate.”

The meeting continued but more than a few senators spent the remainder of the session discretely swapping messages speculating on what could have ruffled the usually silent and stoic guardians.

- - - - -

Shouted curses and wailing speeder horns followed Anakin as he raced to the temple.

I swear to all the gods if he’s alive i’ll never kill anyone ever again I should have been there was no warning in the force please help me if he’s dead i’m going to kill everyone on this planet except Padme and then im going to kill Dooku and Grevious and then

- - - - -

“Master Fisto!” Ashoka said, turning anxiously to the Natuolan Master as Obi-Wan’s presence evaporated. “Do you think Master Kenobi is alright?”

“We’re quite a distance away,” Kit replied soothingly. “There’s a very good chance he simply had to withdraw because he was overreaching himself to say hello.”

Ashoka frowned. “Can we contact the temple to make sure? Please?”

“I’ll send a comm, but we might not get a reply right away. We’re only a few hours out from the planet, so you’ll be able to check in on him yourself soon, alright?”

“Yes, Master.”

- - - - -

“Ah...perhaps we should shift into another room? This one is a little small for the...full Jedi Council. And I wouldn’t mind the opportunity to change out of these patients robes and into something a little more appropriate”

“You’re not going anywhere or changing into anything until I clear you.” Che snapped, elbowing Koth out of the way to jab Obi-Wan with another device.

“If one of the high council is unable to leave this room, than the high council is more than willing to meet here.” Master Gallia said calmly from her perch at the foot of the bed.

“Well I’m not leaving.” Master Nu announced. “I still haven’t gotten the full explanation Plo promised.”

“As a healer-”

- - - - -

Klicks apart from one another, Sith Assassin Ventress and Knight Vos unknowingly shared identical frowns as Quinlan softly gave voice to what they were both thinking,

“What the fuck, Kenobi.”

- - - - -

“WATCH OUT!”

“Kriff!”

“...Was that Anakin Skywalker? Did The Hero With No Fear just cut us off?”

“Must be some serious business for him to be flying like that.”

- - - - -

Count Dooku redirected the Invisible Hand; his plans for Kiros would simply have to wait. Sidious might prefer the Umbaran seige to be a long, protracted affair rather than a decisive win one way or another, but if Tyrannus’s suspicions were correct, than the time for kowtowing to the Sith Master might be near its end. Sidious had long underestimated his Grandpadawan. He suspected that whatever play was going on was less the act of a new player and more the opening move of an experience one now shifting his attention to another arena.

The ‘attack’ was likely a deliberate ruse to allow Kenobi to slip into the shadows and finally begin addressing the hint he had provided on Genosis long ago. Now, more than ever, Dooku needed to manage Separatist affairs strategically. Kenobi’s search into the force and subsequent rapid withdraw was too deliberate to be anything but the first steps of a larger plot.

- - - - -

“Ah, Master Mundi?” A young apprentice healer asked the Cerean Master guarding the entranceway to the wing. “There’s a small crowd gathering outside. All very orderly, of course. But they want to know Master Kenobi’s Status. What should I tell them?”

Mundi Sighed. “If they ask, tell them Master Kenobi’s wellbeing is protected under healer client confidentiality and the highest security clearance.”

Ki-Adi paused. “If Anakin Skywalker, arrives, just- send him this way, as you would a Council Member, understood? Don’t try and stop him.” he added begrudgingly.

“I see.” the padawan replied with impressive professional calm, "Thank you, Master Mundi” She bowed and returned to the front.

- - - - -

Maul staggered out of his cave. Kenobi was taunting him now. Kenobi would pay. Kenobi would see. Kenobi couldn’t die before Maul killed him.

- - - - -

A gap opened in the somber crowd as Anakin sprinted through, heart in his throat.

He should have been here there was no warning he should have been there

“Skywalker!” Mundi barked. “Calm yourself!”

Anakin stared at him with wild eyes and the High Master faltered, frightened for a moment. Before Anakin could say or do anything to the council member, Master Windu appeared. “Over here.”

Anakin blurred past him, mind tormenting him with images of nooses and blood and broken bodies and incomplete-

“Hello there, Anakin.” Obi-Wan sat upright in bed, smiling at him and surrounded by far too many Master’s for anyone’s comfort. Least of all the Masters, now that Mundi and Windu were forcing their back in.

Anakin took in a strangled gasp, “Obi-Wan- you- i thought you were dead.”

Obi-Wan’s welcoming smile faltered. “Oh Anakin, I’ve really put you through a terrible ordeal the last few days, haven’t I? I am so, so sorry- I- I promise I didn’t intend to leave you like that. Come here, I’ll- its going to sound quite impossible but I can explain everything. There’s so much I have to tell everyone-”

Anakin threw himself forward, ignoring Jedi dignity and who he was knocking over.

He heard a tut of disapproval behind him as he embraced his Master.

“Oh be quiet” Master Koon chided someone. “Honestly, he’s padawan age, have some compassion.”

Anakin decided to ignore that in favor of crying over Obi-Wan for the fourth time in as many days, utterly exhausted.

Obi-Wan hesitated for a bare moment before wrapping his arms around his brother and friend for the first time in years (at least for the first time where he was aware that it was real and oh force he was really going to have to meditate to fully understand what he had said and done and what everyone had said in response).

“Perhaps we should give them a moment to collect themselves.” Master Aerdo offered diplomatically. Having largely reached their threshold for open displays of emotion, the Council non-verbally came to an agreement.

“You two have five minutes to pull yourselves together,” Master Windu said severely.

“Of course, Master Windu. Thank you.” Obi-Wan rasped.

The group shuffled out with remarkable good grace, considering the number of inhabitants in the room, or rather remarkable bad grace, considering they were all supposed to be Jedi Masters.

Plo Koon patted them both on the shoulders before filing out. Master Yoda leapt nimbly out of Bant’s arms to land on the nightstand. He rapped them each lightly on the head before darting out with a chuckle. The door clicked shut.

“Master- I- never do that again.”

“I’m sorry Anakin, I promise, I wasn’t trying to die, I have far, far too much to live for. I’m never going to leave you again, I don’t care what else happens but- I’m not going to abandon you ever again, do you understand. Even if I die, I’ll come back and haunt you for the rest of your life, you’ll barely notice the difference, I swear.”

“...Thank you, but please stop talking now”

“Right, of course. I’m sorry. I’m so, so-”

“I love you, Obi-Wan.”

“...I love you too, Anakin.”

Part XVII

#star wars #my au #suicidal misunderstanding au #star wars au no 27 #time travel fix it #star wars au #potentially triggering #suicide references #violent thoughts

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bluescluelessly · 4 years ago

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So, when Sith!Obi-Wan kills Qui-Gon, what will happen to Anakin? Will he be trained as a Jedi, will him and Shmi stay with Obi-Wan? Can they have a good relationship?

PART 1 | PART 2 | KING KENOBI | JEDI PADMÉ

°| PART 3 ●.*•

longish post, hit J to skip on desktop

[Rating: Teen] | funeral, reverse au, pre-obikin, death/murder mention, imposter syndrome

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Qui-Gon Jinn’s funeral is a solemn event.

As a former initiate, Obi-Wan is allowed to attend. And though he would rather not go, it would be suspicious for him to avoid it; so he goes, and Anakin sticks close to him the whole time.

He finds himself gravitating towards Padmé. She has a calming presence in the force, even so soon after the loss of her Master.

Obi-Wan feels like an imposter here. He is no Jedi. He killed the man every person here is mourning. He would rather crawl out of his own skin than stay here a moment longer.

When it's drawing to an end, a tug at his funeral cloak gets his attention, and his gaze falls downward to where Anakin is looking at him, eyes full of worry.

"Obi-Wan... what happens to me now?" The child asks, and Obi-Wan instantly regrets his self-centered worries. He bought Anakin's freedom, and with Jinn gone, Anakin is looking at him for guidance in his new future.

Weighing the politeness of it and deciding that no one will think him rude for comforting a child, Obi-Wan kneels to speak to Anakin. "You can do whatever you want now, Anakin. Your Mother has found enjoyable work as a handmaiden to Queen Sabé, you could go with her if you'd like. You said you want to be a pilot; we have schools on Stewjon if you'd like to come with me and learn there. Whatever you want to do, Anakin, I will help you to do it."

The boy nods, keeping his voice hushed. "... Master Qui-Gon said I could be a Jedi... but, the other Jedi didn't want me to be trained..."

Obi-Wan wishes he could help with that... but of all the things he can do, forcing the jedi to take on an initiate so old, when he himself was rejected...

That's not within his power.

He is about to say as much when another body joins them, Padmé taking a knee by Anakin's side.

"Ani," she starts, tone kind and strong. "My Master promised you could be a Jedi, and if that's what you want, you can be. I've seen what a good heart you have; I will train you myself whether the Council allows it or not."

Obi-Wan smiles, half out of relief and half in admiration. He realizes he was silly to ever hold resentment for Padawan-- no, Knight Naberrié, now. She is kind and good, and has let Anakin and Obi-Wan into her heart without question.

Anakin lights up as she offers, looking truly hopeful for the first time since he woke up and found out Qui-Gon Jinn was dead. "You would?" He asks, as if he can't quite believe it.

"I will," she promises. "If you will accept me as your teacher, I would be happy to train you as my padawan learner."

Anakin looks as if he wants to give a happy shout, but seems to remember his surroundings, and simply nods. "Yes, I want you to teach me."

Obi-Wan lets them be, staying kneeling but turning his eyes back to Qui-Gon's pyre.

He shouldn't be here. He felt sick even thinking of being here, and it's a wonder he hasn't revisited his breakfast yet.

When he can leave, return to Jango and his ship and get off of Coruscant, he'll feel better. Hopefully.

That won't be for some time yet, of course-- Palpatine requested to see him. He will likely need to explain why it's going around that he killed Maul... not a conversation he's looking forward too.

His heart is heavy still when arms wrap around him, surprising him out of his thoughts.

It's Anakin, leaning awkwardly over his knee to hug him.

"Hello there," he says gently, putting a smile back on his face as he returns the hug easily. "What's this for?"

"You're sad," Anakin says, "I can feel it. And... Master Naberrié is gonna train me, so I have to say goodbye to you... I wanted to give you a hug. And this," he says, pulling away to pull a carved wooden charm out and hand it to the king. "You freed me and my mom... I wanted to thank you... I know it isn't much, but I want you to remember me and my mom when you see it, and remember you're a good person, one of the best I've ever known, really." The young boy is so earnest and kind, it makes Obi-Wan's chest tight, knowing that Anakin believes in him without even knowing what he's done. "And I'm gonna be a jedi, so maybe someday, I can help you, too."

The boy feels so light and good in the force, Obi-Wan can't help but smile, even with all his self doubts. "I don't think I'll need this to remember you, Anakin Skywalker," he starts, tone fond. "You or your mother. But thank you, I will keep it close and safe... and maybe we will cross paths again. You have a good heart, you will be a great jedi, I know it."

"I wish you could be a jedi too," Anakin responds, a little petulant. "You killed a Sith, you'd think they would knight you just for that."

The young royal shakes his head, eyes crinkling with fondness. "The Force has other plans for me, Anakin. I am right where I'm supposed to be." In any case, he has other responsibilities, now. Even if they would offer him knighthood, he has an entire planetary system to look after. He can't run off to be a jedi now, no matter how much he would like to.

Anakin pouts, but nods his understanding. The funeral is over now, and most of the attendees have left. Padmé waits patiently off to the side, letting Anakin say his goodbyes.

"I best not keep you from your Teacher any longer," the young king says, taking the wooden charm and carefully pulling the leather cord over his head, minding his jewelry so it doesn't get caught. "And I have my own duties to get to." He takes Anakin's forearm, gripping it in a traditional Stewjoni sign of kinship-- used as both a greeting and a farewell. Anakin catches on, gripping his forearm as well. "Next time I see you, I want to hear all about your Jedi training. Be good for Master Naberrié, and I'm sure you'll do fine."

Anakin looks pleased at the assurance, nodding happily. "Okay, Obi-Wan! I'll see you again soon, I hope!"

Hope is a dangerous thing, Obi-Wan thinks but does not say.

"I hope so too, Anakin," he answers, standing and ruffling the kid's hair. He looks over at Padmé. "He's all yours now, sorry for keeping you."

"It's alright," she tells him warmly. "It's good form to thank people for their kindness, and to say goodbye to friends. I wish you well, Your Majesty. May the Force be with you."

"Please," he states, deciding he rather likes Padmé now, despite his initial introduction to her. "Call me Obi-Wan, Master Naberrié. I apologize for my previous rudeness, you have been nothing but kind, and I would like to consider you a friend as well."

This seems to cheer her up, and she gives him a pleased smile. "Of course, Obi-Wan. I would like to consider you a friend as well, please, call me Padmé."

"Thank you, Padmé, he responds, bowing his head. "And may the Force be with you both. Until we meet again, my friends."

He waves, and both Anakin and Padmé return the gesture as they part ways, Anakin following dutifully by Padmé's side.

Obi-Wan barely gets out of the funeral chamber before he's stopped, another jedi in his path.

And not just any jedi, either...

"Hello, Master Yoda," he greets.

The diminutive Grandmaster of the Order eyes him carefully. "Walk with me, you will."

"I must be getting to the Senate, I have a summons from the Chancellor, perhaps after--"

"Know this, I do." The green creature tells him, giving him a curious sort of look. "Not long will this take."

Obi-Wan feels like a youngling again, following Master Yoda as he did many times in the crèche. They continue to march towards the senate, so he can't really complain. "I don't understand, Master," he says after a moment of silence. "Am I in trouble for something?"

Yoda hums pensively. "Hope not, I do." He doesn't bother to elaborate, as cryptic and frustrating as he remembers.

Obi-Wan has a bad feeling about this.

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inkognito97 · 7 years ago

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For the Toddler AU, where did baby!Yoda run of to? It would have been so funny if Dooku had been there XD So Anakin is running after the wayward master with baby!wan, will they also find Quigee? Pretty sure it's either Qui-gon or Quinlan...

If he ever got his hands on that damn little troll, he would make sure that he was restrained for the rest of his toddler existence, Anakin thought in the privacy of his own mind. It was hardly fit for a Jedi, but neither was it his job to look after the Jedi Order’s greatest Masters, who had been turned into toddlers.

“Where could he be?”, he wondered aloud, ignoring the blue-green eyes of Obi-Wan, who curiously looked up at him. The ginger haired boy was in a bad mood. He kept on talking about something he referred to as ‘Quigee’ and he simply did not understand that Anakin had no idea what he was talking about, let alone the time to look for the object of his desire. Finding Master Master Yoda was far more important now.

“He is a small toddler for Force’s sake, he could not have gotten this far into the temple into the first place,” he continued to grumble to himself.

“Talking to yourself nowadays?” a deep baritone voice startled Anakin out of his dark thoughts and he he found himself freezing in shock.

“I heard that it is a good way of collecting your thoughts… as long as you don’t disagree with yourself that is,” he replied.

The man behind him chuckled warmly. “True,” admitted Qui-Gon, he was coming closer, “though there ARE some Masters in this Order, who would think you insane.”

“As long as that is all,” Obi-Wan had began to shift and move almost violently. The blond Knight shot him an irritated look, that was promptly ignored, and turned around to greet his Grandmaster properly.

Qui-Gon Jinn was a legend, even though his hair was mostly silver now and a lot more wrinkles had appeared on his features. It was a good thing that he belonged to a sub-species of longer lived humans, Anakin would have missed spending time with the rebellious man otherwise.

The tall Jedi Master had opened his mouth to undoubtedly sent another tease his way, but midnight blue eyes took in the toddler, who was still in the carrier. Though Obi-Wan was doing everything in his power to change that fact.

“… I did not know you were with child, Anakin,” his tone was serious now, all the previous teasing abandoned.

“Well… it’s a long story,” Anakin began. In truth, he was slightly panicking, because his Grandmaster’s brows were furrowing, a clear sign that he was about to find something out that he should not.

“Quigee!” Obi-Wan finally cried, his arms reaching out to the older Jedi.

Midnight blue eyes widened and went round in surprise. He had taken half a step back, before shaking his head and actually approaching Anakin and his toddler charge.

“Obi-Wan,” the confusion was written plainly on the bearded features, even if a blunt finger reached out to gently stroke a chubby pale cheek, which earned him a delighted squeal from the small boy.

It was heartwarming to see the love return to midnight blue eyes. It was no secret that Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had a serious argument during the Naboo crisis, it was not that widespread that a lot more heated arguments and disagreements had followed. Most of those disagreements had ended ugly and the once strong Master-Padawan relationship had faded and eventually died. Anakin was pretty sure that his Master and Grandmaster had not spoken ever since.

“Quigee,�� Obi-Wan whined, he obviously wanted to be in the taller male’s arms instead of being restrained to the carrier.

Before Anakin could react, the elderly man bent down and helped the boy out of his ‘cage’. Obi-Wan seemed contend in the strong pair of arms that was holding him now and the blonde was truly amazed by the trust, the pure love and the sheer devotion he saw in blue-green eyes, while they looked into Qui-Gon’s face.

“Hello there,” Qui-Gon greeted with a huge smile plastered on his features. The smile only grew, when Obi-Wan grabbed a hand full of long brown-silver strands. He did not tug, he just held them.

The oldest of the trio leaned down and brushed a kiss against the small forehead of the toddler he was holding. Anakin did not know what to say. It was good to see that Qui-Gon still cared about Obi-Wan, but it was also so very tragic. The reality looked a lot different, the ginger haired boy was actually a well respected Jedi Master and Councillor after all.

“Oh dear, someone needs a diaper change,” Qui-Gon’s voice held a small melody, while he said that.

Obi-Wan did not look too thrilled. Anakin winced inwardly. Changing Obi-Wan’s diaper was a war in itself, the boy would NOT stop moving around.

“You do?” asked Obi-Wan.

“Of course,” he tapped the little one’s nose. “Come along,” the Jedi Master said to Anakin, before he turned and swiftly walked down the corridor that lead to the parts of the temple, that made out the creche. It was a rather large district, then again, there were a lot of children and they all needed a place to sleep, to play, to train and sometimes a place to relax.

“Master watch out, he,” the blond Knight had begun, fully intending to notify his elder of the handful that the de-aged Jedi Master was, but he stopped himself, while watching how easily and efficient Qui-Gon set to work.

Every move was precise, there was no doubt that the Jedi Master had a lot of experience with the caretaking of children. Anakin also noted sourly that the ginger haired devil was not struggling or moving. He seemed to be the perfect little angel and the blonde was left to wonder, if it was something Qui-Gon had done or said.

“Watch out, Anakin? What am I supposed to watch out for?” Qui-Gon sounded much too smug and amused for the Knight’s liking. “There is no reason to be watchful, Obi-Wan is a good boy, right?” the last part of the question was directed at the toddler, who was beaming up at the man and nodding his agreement.

“Yes, Quigee.”

“See?” but the brown-silver haired male did not wait for an answer. He pulled the small pullover aside, exposing the toddler’s tummy. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he leaned down and blew a couple of raspberries on the soft skin, causing the small child to break into mad giggles. Chubby hands were desperately showing against the bearded face, but to no avail, Qui-Gon was stronger.

“Stop, Quigee, stop!”

Qui-Gon chuckled. “Come here you,” he growled playfully and pulled the de-aged man tight against his chest, even allowing the ginger haired brat to plant a wet kiss against his bearded cheek.

Anakin was amazed. His Grandmaster looked much longer than he had in a long time. He wondered if it was the presence of the small child, or if it was the fact that said child was Obi-Wan. He did not come any further in his line of thoughts however, because in this instance, he had seen something green move in the corner of his eyes. Upon turning around however, the green spot had already vanished, but Anakin knew what he had seen and he silently cursed to himself.

How in the nine Sith hells had Master Yoda managed to get into the ventilation shafts and how was he, Anakin, supposed to get him out again…?

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