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Hi there! I love the idea of this blog :D Thanks for doing this! If you're still taking prompts, what about some h/c with Obi-Wan and padawan Anakin? I don't feel like there's a lot in that era, or else I don't know of it. How about a mission gone awry where Obi-Wan does something stupid and sacrificial to help his padawan or something like that? Or anything you want :3

Anakin hadn’t seen the blaster fire coming, but Obi-Wan had.

The worn-down oldspacer was a death trap—in dangerous disrepair and leaking noxious gas—but theyneeded the data chip from its internal computer. Obi-Wan, Siri and theirpadawans deduced that the best way to enter was a tiny hatch at the top, and asboth the smallest and the most mechanically inclined, Anakin seemed the obviouschoice for the job. His face had lit upwith pride when Obi-Wan agreed. He was thirteen and a half now, and feltwonderful to have an important job to do.

Anakin had skillfully clambered up to the top of the ship’shull, then paused to adjust his rebreather before scurrying down the hatch andinto the monstrous craft. That’s when Obi-Wan had spotted cloaked figure appearon top of the ship and slip down after him.

Something primal and desperate in Obi-Wan set his legs inmotion.

Without a lick of hesitation or even a glance towards his companions, Obi-Wan charged towards the ship, igniting his saber to deflect the bolts coming at him. Siri and Ferus were forced to betray their position to cover him, and began to take out the attackers while Obi-Wan deployed his cable launcher to haul himself up.

Anakin was intent on his mission, hunched over a dataprocessor and completely focused. He wasn’t sparing much attention on hissurroundings. He never knew the bolt was coming, but Obi-Wan’s blurry visionsaw the flash of blue.

Anakin felt his master’s hand yank him backwards by the hoodof his robe. Then he saw the bolt ricochet of the wall, heard a scream andfound himself on the ground once again as Obi-Wan sunk to his knees. Anakinignited his saber, but the attacker disappeared into another chamber of theship and Anakin did not pursue.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan rasped. He was kneeling against the dataprocessor and laboring hard to breathe. “Tell me you’re not hit.”

“I’m not,” said Anakin through the rebreather. “Well,” heshowed Obi-Wan the small, pink burn above his elbow. The bolt hadn’t even trulygrazed him; it was the burning fabric of his sleeve that had left the mark.“Are you okay, Master? We should get out of here.”

“Fine,” said Obi-Wan distractedly as he inspected Anakin’sburn. Anakin doubted that he could really see it; he was squinting as tears streameddown his face from the fumes.

“Come on,” Anakin took Obi-Wan’s hand and tried to encouragehim to stand. That’s when he noticed the blood soaking Obi-Wan’s thigh.

“Oh,” said Anakin, stunned by a sudden sense of panic. It surprisedhim how dark the stain was. “W-we really gotta leave, Master, just stand u—”

Obi-Wan swayed and collapsed back onto his calves. Anakin pulledoff his rebreather and pressed it over Obi-Wan’s face. A stinging, burning sensationin Anakin’s eyes and inside his nose erupted instantly, but at least Obi-Wanseemed to catch his breath.

Anakin was vaguely aware of the sound of lightsabers comingfrom above, but his eyes were glued to his master. Even with the rebreather,Obi-Wan was flirting with unconsciousness, and the pain from the chemical exposurewas growing too much for Anakin to bear.

“You idiot,” came MasterSiri’s scathing voice, muffled by a rebreather.

“He’s hurt,” Anakin yelled over his shoulder.

Siri hissed when she saw the wound, which made Anakin’s stomachplummet. Master Siri was one of the bravest people he knew, but she was clearlyscared now. She knelt beside Obi-Wan and lifted him onto her back.

“Come on, Anakin,” she barked. Anakin didn’t need to be toldtwice.

Once they got outside, Ferus laid out a blanket from one of thesurvival packs and Siri set Obi-Wan down. She didn’t waste time examining the wound,but set to work using gauze pads to apply pressure to Obi-Wan’s thigh.

“One of you take the rebreather off him,” Siri instructed. Anakindid so, and Obi-Wan gulped gratefully at the fresh air.

“That was stupid, Kenobi,” Siri huffed. “Utterly and completelystupid.”

“Sorry,” groaned Obi-Wan, each syllable painfully slow. He sniffedat the blood dribbling from his nose.

“You will be sorry, when you find yourself in a bacta tank,”Siri teased.

Obi-Wan ignored her. He had noticed Anakin hovering by hisshoulder. “Alright?” he asked the padawan.

“Yeah,” said Anakin.

Obi-Wan’s face split into a relieved smile, and he began tochuckle to himself. Anakin looked up at Siri, clearly perplexed by this behavior.

“He’s in shock, Anakin,” said Siri quietly. “If you want tohelp, you can try to keep him distracted.”

With Anakin safely occupied, Siri beckoned Ferus to her sideand had him lift Obi-Wan’s knee so that she could wrap a compression bandagearound the bacta-gauze. Obi-Wan grew paler and cried out pitifully at themovement, and although Anakin was clearly distressed to see his master in sucha state, he did not waver in his task of patting Obi-Wan’s arm and reassuringhim. He was growing up fast. Both padawans were.

Obi-Wan passed out at some point during the procedure. Thatwas just as well, it would make the next step less awful for him. Siridouble-checked the bandage and took Obi-Wan’s pulse just to make sure he was ingood shape to move. Then Siri took up one side of the blanket and the boys eachheld a corner, and they carried him back to camp. It was too dark to travelsafely on this planet, so they resolved to stay hunkered down until morning.

Anakin’s face was pressed into a serious frown as he helpedSiri get Obi-Wan situated on his sleeping mat.

“He is not in danger, Anakin. Everything is going to bealright.”

Anakin nodded and tucked Obi-Wan’s blanket around him.

“How are you holding up?” Siri asked, turning Anakin’s chintowards her. His eyes were bloodshot, though not as badly as Obi-Wan’s were.

“’m fine. My head hurts. And my throat kind of.”

Siri clucked her tongue sympathetically. “You inhaled somenasty chemicals. That was very brave of you, Anakin.”

“Why did come after me?” Anakin asked. He’d thought Obi-Wantrusted him enough to handle it alone. Well, they hadn’t retrieved the datachip, so maybe that trust had been misplaced after all.

“He shouldn’t have. It was reckless,” Siri explained. “Hesaw the man with the blaster follow you. He was frightened.”

“He was?” Anakin’s eyes widened.

Siri nodded. “Frightened that something might happen to you.”

Anakin swallowed guiltily. “He should have at least grabbeda rebreather.”

“Yes, he should have. But we masters are silly like thatsometimes. Our most important job is to keep you boys safe.”

Anakin looked back at Obi-Wan, who was still out cold. “MasterTachi, can I move my sleeping mat over here for tonight?”

“There’s no need to worry, Anakin. We’ll get him to a medfacility at first light, and soon he’ll be good as new.” Anakin continued tostare at her. Siri sighed. “Yes, alright.”

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