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Update;;

Obi-Wan’s muse has not been cooperating, but tomorrow after work I am going to do replies on here whether or not Mr. Grumpy Gills likes it.

Thank you all for being so patient <3

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In an alternative universe?

Update part 2;;

I AM HOME. Exhausted, but home.

Replies will come tomorrow when I am actually back in my apartment.

Update;;

Hey guys, just a quick update. I am still here, just on vacation this week. I will do replies if I have down town. I adore you all and thank you all for understanding.

He vaguely felt a presence close to him, saying his name…his frightened, still half-asleep mind recoiling from the nearness, jerking back violently as he hit the bed again. It sent a shockwave of pain outwards that made him hiss in a sharp, pained breath…then he whimpered and shied away from the presence, rocking and fighting to get away. He’d lost nearly all of his muscle mass over the time of his capture, and his thin body shivered as he squeezed his eyes shut against orders he could hear, plain as day in his head…

“I obey h-him, n-not th-em. Only him, only e-ever him…he w-wouldn’t abandon m-me, no, he- he promised…”

Cody’s usually strong, commanding voice was shaking and frantic, his body squirming painfully to escape the presence that pressed in around him…he was frightened, certain he was with those who had hurt him…had he the strength, he most likely would have been bolting, hiding in a corner…as it was, he pressed himself against the bed and squirmed and writhed, trying to get away and trying to be safe.

Obi-Wan stopped and moved a step back from him. He could not tell that he was Obi-Wan and not one of the Sand People. “Cody, I want you to listen to me,” he said in a soft voice. “I want you to look towards the sound of my voice and listen to me.”

It was something he had done in the past, when someone was suffering from a nightmare, or a vision they could not break from. “You are on Tatooine, you are in our home. Our child is named Luke, and you and I rescued him after his father and mother were killed.”

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The boy shivered under the soft attention, a few tears slipping free of his eyes as he listened to the hum in Obi-Wan’s chest, still clinging to him tightly, but quiet. In a way, Obi-Wan’s words were a promise; he would do his best to stay alive. That was a promise…and it was one Cody could live with. He knew better than most that war was unpredictable, that people died…

“…I killed you…in my nightmare, I…I killed you…”

A few more tears slipped free of his eyes, and he swallowed hard as he heard a faint whimper escape him. That…wasn’t right, but he wriggled closer, and hid away from everything else. His adult brain was screaming, reminding him that it was just a nightmare, nothing real…but he was scared, and the fact was that dream or no, he was a child…his emotions seemed more potent, harder to ignore, and Obi-Wan was safe…he might be impatient or even angry, but he’d never hurt Cody…and right now, that understanding, soothing presence was what he needed. That, and someone to tell about his nightmares without getting laughed at.

How was he supposed to comfort him? He wrapped his cloak around Cody’s small shoulders, trying to provide him with enough comfort that it would ease the fear. It was not something that he was good at, and had never really been good at. Anakin rarely had nightmares, and if he did, it was nothing that a call to his mother on Tatooine would not solve, even if it was against the Council’s wishes.

“I’m right here Cody,” he said softly. “And you would never hurt me, you know that. I know that.” Even if those words did little to help, he was able to say them so at least Cody knew that someone did care for him. “I will protect you, from all around you.”

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Impudent Child

The Sith Lord guffawed at the young man’s words. “Child, if one such as yourself actually managed to bring me the head of another Sith, they would certainly be worthy of my training. He is a force of nature. You’re a reject.” He ran his hand idly through his long silver-brown hair and closed his eyes. “He’ll slaughter you. But you’re more than welcome to try. Having your death recounted to me once you’re one with the Force will at least be entertaining.”

Pacifus reached out and picked up a single green berry from the tray that his slave held out to him, inspecting it casually before popping it into his mouth. “Your desire to prove yourself will be your downfall. I do so hope you’ll at least make it entertaining.”

There was a faint smirk on his features as he turned from the other, making his way back out of the Sith Lord’s lair without another word. It was not longer about looking for someone to train him, it was about his own foolish pride. But he did know, and had not told the other, that he had been rejected because of his aggression. A force of nature that could not be tamed, and was a threat to the Order itself.

The head of the Sith Lord was thrown into the chamber, the ‘reject’ standing shadowed in the doorway, a wicked grin on his features. “I had told you...”

Xanatos had been strong, very strong, but Obi-Wan had easily gotten the upper hand. Where Xanatos had strength, Obi-Wan had speed. Speed and enough sense to fight using his abilities where the other seemed to be happy to rely on strength and brute force alone. It had been easy to paralyze him, and easier to draw his blade across his neck and severe the head from the body.

“I would bring it to you.” There was a nasty looking burn on the young man’s neck where the lightsaber had gotten a bit too closer for his own comfort.

Cody sighed lightly, then took the offered hand, for an instant leaning on the wall as his vision swam. His back still throbbed painfully, but the moment of dizziness was more from the sudden altitude than the pain in his back.

After a minute, the clone shook himself, and nodded quietly. They really should get going…they had a battalion to lead after all, men who needed them…but Cody found he wasn’t exactly content to let it lie here. This…this was what he wanted in his life, not war…not death…

“Obi-Wan…if we both make it through the war…you said I’m not just a clone to you…if I asked you to stay with me, after the war…would you?”

Obi-Wan paused for a moment at Cody’s question. There was a lot to consider, after the war, he would in all likelihood still be a member of the Order. As he looked at Cody, none of that seemed to matter. He was so close to him, and this man had made the voices go away.

“I would,” he said in a quiet voice. He had had his fill of feeling the deaths of Jedi for a life time. If he had his way he would never feel it again. The Council was sanctioning the deaths of the Jedi and they did not seem to care.

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Send ‘rough touch’: Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.

Rey was walking away when the larger and stronger hand wrapped around her thin upper arm with a tight grip, pinching the skin and cutting off the circulation. “Ow!” She tried to snatch her arm back and looked up at the man. “What’s your problem?” Rey snapped.

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“Know what?” She asked, confused as she readjusted the makeshift hood and went to follow Obi Wan. “Where are we going? Who is they?”

“Trust me.” He would normally never just say trust me to someone he barely knew. “I will answer your questions, but we need to move.”

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“You need me,” he said again, looking at him. Yet there was something else. He moved no closer to him, his eyes fixed on Obi-Wan. “If alone is what you want to be, then alone you shall be. I told you I could protect them, and from here, my offer is gone. I do hope no one else you loves dies Obi-Wan.”

“You…there’s nothing to protect me from that I’m not capable of doing myself,” he breathed out. “I will not give in to the dark side simply to protect myself. I don’t hold that much value over my life,” he shook his head.

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“I did not say to protect yourself Obi-Wan, I said to protect those you love.” It was a simple statement, but some how Ben was certain that he could have saved those Obi-wan cared for had he been given the chance. Yet Obi-Wan wanted nothing to do with him, so he accepted that.

She chuckled and shook her head. “Yes well that does sound like Anakin..” She said with a soft smile. Her eyes filled with so many emotions. Mostly ones of affection. She gulped as he spoke. “You couldn’t have known he would do this Obi Wan. Besides if anyone’s fault, it’s mine for letting him become so attached to me and fearing that he would lose me..”

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“He loved you Padmé, so much.” He had known for some time, but he had never really paid it much mind. Obi-Wan had always thought that if Anakin had needed him, he would trust him enough to ask and how wrong he had been. “I wish he had told me sooner, or at all. I could have helped.”

"Anakin, the child's parents do know where the baby is, right?"

your muse walks in on ani with a newborn

Anakin didn’t so much as look up when Obi-Wan came in the room, and the words - accusatory as they were - barely registered. He could hardly take his eyes off the baby in his lap, his hands gently holding the child on either side to keep him in place. “Of course they do,” he scoffed. He brushed his finger gently over the baby’s chubby cheek, watching him as he slept. “This is my son.”

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Anakin got up, the sleeping child cradled to his chest. He wanted to face Obi-Wan and look him in the eyes. He couldn’t read the expression on his face despite how hard he tried. He was shutting Anakin out, and there was nothing he could do about it.

“I don’t want to leave,” he said softly. “But I don’t know what else to do. Padmé needs me, and that makes it impossible to hide this, doesn’t it? The Council will find out anyway, and then I won’t be given a choice. But I….”

He hesitated, his anxiety showing in his features. “You won’t leave me, will you? I mean…. You’ll still….. We’ll still be friends, won’t we? Even if I leave?”

“We will always be friends Anakin, and I will always be there for you.” And there was a chance, however small, that the Council would allow Anakin to stay, as the children could be like their father, strong in the Force. It was a decision that was not easy to make, but with the children close, or at least under the protection of the Order.

Obi-Wan let out a soft sigh. “Anakin, if you would permit me to speak to the Council, there may be another way.” He did not like it, but he knew the darkness, he knew what lurked in the shadows and what could be so close to the children because of what he personally had become. “That would allow you to remain a Jedi, and be a father.”

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Cody nuzzled close, the grip around his waist soothing and warm…he didn’t want to move, didn’t want to face the world…the world hurt, the world was where his fears were, and right now…they felt more than he could handle. But Obi-Wan wasn’t the world…and that gentle grip was so comforting, grounding…he wasn’t afraid so long as Obi-Wan was there…

“…I only have nightmares, or blackness…I don’t dream…Rex does, but…he can never describe them very well. Last two years, most of’em have been me killing you…those are the worst ones…”

Obi-Wan frowned softly, his brows furrowed slightly. What it must be like to never know what it was like to dream. Even if he did not pay much mind to them, he was aware when he had them. He always had seemed to wake up more well rested, or exhausted depending on what dared to play through his mind.

“That won’t happen,” he said softly. “We’ve made it this far and it is not going to happen so long as I am around.” There was a sense of certainty in his voice that he was not unsure of where it came from. He just knew that it was not going to let it happen.

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Qui-Gon rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the table when he was asked about Obi-Wan. What could he say about his padawan? He knew once he started talking he’d likely just word-vomit anything and everything that came to mind. He drained the rest of his glass of wine as he looked back up.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi is the best of my life,” he said after a moment, his words slurring just slightly. “I trust him with my life and I would do anything to keep him safe.” He chuckles slightly, thinking about his padawan.

“He’s… He’s everything, you know? His laugh… The way his whole face lights up when he smiles…” Qui-Gon was smiling pretty widely by this point, and he swiftly poured himself another glass.

“I’m glad to be training him.”

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Qui-Gon crinkled his nose at the word. Compassion. Sure, that was one way to put it, quite the understatement, really. “Perhaps in those early years, little one.”

He chuckled, shaking his head before closing his eyes and groaning softly. That hadn’t been a good idea. The room was threatening to start spinning again. “It’s grown far past compassion.”

Obi-Wan was looking at him for a moment, not daring to hope that this was more than just the wine talking. He gave him a bit of a smile and moved to stand, going to get his master a glass of water.

“Master I fear you’ve had more to drink than I had thought,” he said quietly, pressing the glass of water into his hand. “You should rest.”

Starter call;;

Going to go throw a load (or three) of laundry in the machines. Then gonna work on some drafts on Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, and Bucky.