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Chapter 10

Yoda stared at the young man sleeping on the bed, his heart heavy with grief. Seeing any Jedi hurt pained him, he had known them all from the crèche, but this Padawan held a special place in his heart. He had pushed Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan together and it had been the right thing to do, they were an excellent pair and yet now it had ended in pain. Obi-Wan would still be a Jedi but he could no longer be on a combat team. Not that Qui-Gon was considered as such, he was a highly skilled negotiator, it was not his fault many of his missions ended up requiring his skills with a lightsabre more than his ability to talk. The diminutive master didn't move as the door opened and a man not much older than Obi-Wan entered.

"My apologies Master Jedi."

"Disturb me you did not Senator." He watched as the young man moved to study the displays, obviously understanding at least the basics. "Well you are? Explosion you were in."

"Just a few scrapes, nothing series."

"Told the Council Master Jinn did of your offer for Padawan Kenobi. Generous it is."

"Generous? Hardly. It's simply the right thing to do. He was hurt protecting the Queen and myself, we both feel that therefore we should ensure he has the best treatment possible."

Yoda studied the young man intently, searching for his intentions through the Force. He could feel nothing but sincerity which was very refreshing from a politician. "Very well, allow your treatment the Council will."

Hadrian relaxed as the Grand Master hobbled away. They'd never met before and he had to admit he reminded him of an old friend, in looks anyway. Dobby had never been that calm. He gently brushed his hand through Obi-Wan's short hair before going to speak with the Doctor now that the Council had agreed. After a while it was agreed that Obi-Wan would be transferred to Talofan for the creation of a custom prosthetic, it's fitting and then his rehabilitation.

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Qui-Gon walked beside the gurney and onto the shuttle, watching as his sedated Padawan was secured for transport to the Bajic Dreadnought, Vigilance, where it was waiting in orbit. It was still surprising to see such a ship; he hadn't realised the Bajic sector had war ships. He gently checked Obi-Wan was deeply sedated and nudged the Force a little to help him heal quicker. He didn't want to leave him but he had his Orders, he was needed back at the Temple. It could take months, even longer, before Obi-Wan would be discharged from medical care. "Be well my Padawan, May the Force be with you." He whispered before walking away. He saw the Senator approaching, the Queen beside him garbed again as a Handmaiden, so he bowed to them.

"He will have the best care Master Jinn, I promise."

"Thank you for everything Senator, your Majesty."

"There is nothing to thank us for Master Jinn." Padme smiled up at him sadly even as she gently took his hand in hers. "Naboo, I, owe him a debt that cannot be paid. If either of you ever needs something you just have to ask." She hugged Harry and then returned to the Palace to change and then help organise the relief efforts.

"She's right Master Jinn. Have a safe trip back to Coruscant."

"May the force be with you Senator." He bowed and forced himself to walk away.

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Harry sat by Obi-Wan's side as the Vigilance flew towards home. It wasn't necessary, he was safe in the medical bay and so heavily sedated there was no chance of him waking and yet he remained sitting at his side. The medic allowed it since it did no harm and he was leaving to eat and sleep. But when they finally slipped into orbit it was a relief. Obi-Wan was transported down to a private medical facility and Hadrian left the ship to brief the government on what had happened.

He was at Obi-Wan's bedside the next morning as the sedation finally wore off and the younger man began showing signs of consciousness. It seemed to take forever but finally blue-grey eyes fluttered open and focused slowly on him. "Welcome back Obi-Wan. Don't try to talk yet." He warned gently even as he held a cup of water to his lips.

"Ha…drain?" Obi-Wan whispered, obviously confused.

"You're safe Obi-Wan." He assured him. "Your Master killed the assassin."

Obi-Wan frowned in confusion. Assassin…he remembered the black and red skin, the double-sided lightsabre…. pain! More pain than he'd ever felt before. He struggled to sit up and Hadrian helped him before he pushed back the blankets only to stare in horror at what was revealed, struggling in vain to release his emotions as he'd been taught.

"Shh… it's alright, you're going to be alright." Hadrian whispered and Obi-Wan clutched his shirt as the Senator held him, rocking gently. Sobs soon followed and through it all Hadrian held him, comforting him.

Hadrian finally settled him back on the bed after the sobs had subsided and Obi-Wan had cried himself to sleep. Maybe the Jedi would have looked down on what had happened but he knew such a reaction was necessary and healthy. His leg had been cut off during a fight for his life, such an event was highly traumatic. Now he could begin to heal.

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He looked down at the prosthetic, pleased by how well it had turned out. But there was one last step before Obi-Wan went under the knife. He lifted off a panel and looked at the strip of strong metal hidden underneath. He took a deep breath and picked up the tool, beginning to etch on the metal ever so slowly and carefully. Under his hand the runes slowly took form, magic swirling around as they began to work. The leg would be even better than expected now. He wished he could do this for all prosthetics but there were too many shipped out all over the Galaxy and he had to make the runes himself or else they were simply marks on metal.

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Hadrian watched through the window as the surgeons began preparing Obi-Wan's leg, or what was left of it, for the attachment of the prosthetic. It wasn't a risky surgery but it could be long and tedious due to all the nerves in the leg. They had to be attached correctly or he would have trouble controlling the limb. That was why there was a medical droid in the room, to ensure all connections were made fully. He stood and watched the entire surgery, only relaxing once Obi-Wan was wheeled away to recovery. "Doctor?"

"The surgery went well, he's young and fit which is always a benefit. We predict a full recovery."

"Thank you."

"Our pleasure."

Hadrian walked through to recovery and sat beside the bed, waiting for him to wake.

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Obi-Wan gripped the bars and slowly pulled himself to his feet, standing unsteadily but still standing. The new leg felt strange but he had been assured that would fade in time as his body adjusted to the new limb. Hadrian was sitting on the bench that ran around the room, watching him and it felt nice. The Senator had been by his side the whole time and while he missed his Master his presence was welcomed. He gripped the bars tightly and listened to the specialists' orders before taking a hesitant step. One after another he slowly walked to the other end of the bars, sweet beading on his forehead from concentrating and exhaustion. It felt like years since he had last walked, not the weeks it really was.

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"I'll be fine." Obi-Wan promised as he watched Hadrian pace the living room. It was great being out of the hospital and he had really enjoyed the last few weeks living with Hadrian. But he would not get in the way of the Senator fulfilling his duties as Senator for the Sector. "I can go back to the hospital."

"No." Hadrian sat down beside him and Obi-Wan leant into him, smiling as an arm came around his shoulders. Hadrian had said nothing until he was older but that didn't mean the older man pushed him away. He was always willing to give comfort or just a friendly touch. "Stay here for the rest of your rehabilitation. I might be back before you leave and if I'm not then I hope to see you on Coruscant."

"You've done so much for me." He whispered.

"It was the least I could do." He answered.

TBC…..