A/N - This is cross posted on AO3, where I go by the username kkenobi. Just so no one thinks I'm stealing my own fic due to the different usernames.

Cody stared at the small form held awkwardly in his arms, unable to do much more then blink in bewildered shock. If he hadn't seen what had happened for himself, he wouldn't believe it.

"Ahhhhh…"

Cody refocused on the small face, watching as it contorted it what seemed like frustration.

"Bababa!"

"General?" He asked hesitantly, feeling awkward as he did so.

The general smacked a small hand against Cody's chestplate in an uncoordinated motion, letting out a sound that seemed like a grunt of confirmation to Cody's hopeful ears.

Maybe.

Or maybe he was just a infant, doing whatever infants do. Cody didn't exactly know what was normal for children, having never been around one this young. He wasn't even able to accurately guess Obi-Wan's current age!

They were on a dark op, exploring an old temple on direct orders from the High Council. For once their mission had nothing to do with the war, and General Kenobi had been visibly relieved by the change. He was unable to hide his exhaustion from his troops, and the 212th medic was muttering dire threats about sedation whenever he saw the man.

So much for an easy mission.

General Kenobi had touched… something… before letting out a shocked noise and collapsing. Cody had been sure that his Commanding Officer was dead he'd been so still, before Kenobi's body had shone with a blinding white light. When the light had finally faded all that was left of the General was a small infant buried in Jedi robes.

Cody had grabbed him on instinct, shouting for Boil and Waxer to isolate the object. He could see now that it was contained, and the troopers were staring at the incredibly small Jedi with shock.

"Does…" he swallowed, his voice cracking slightly. "Does anyone in the 212th have any experience with children this small?" He demanded, feeling ridiculously out of his depth. He was trained for war, and had no idea what to do with an infant.

Boil was the first to speak, still staring at the tuft of soft red hair peeking out from the now massively oversized robe.

"Not that I know of, Sir," he said. "Jug might have some knowledge," he finished, naming the 212th medic.

"Comm him," Cody ordered. "Tell him to be prepared for inbound, but no details." He swallowed. "We don't want to risk the Separatists hearing about this."

Waxer snorted, finally shaking off his shock and walking over to stand beside his XO. Obi-Wan lifted his small head off of Cody's chest, staring at the clone with wide sea green eyes. Waxer carefully folder an unused corner of the Jedi's robe as the small face stared at him, putting the folded fabric between Obi-Wan's head and Cody's chest.

Cody raised an eyebrow, a look he'd copied from the man (child?) now cradled in his arms.

Waxer shrugged. "The armour can't be comfortable for a baby to lie on," he explained.

Cody fought the urge to sigh, annoyed that he hadn't thought of that himself. "Good thinking," he complimented. "All right," he said after a pause. "Load up the artifact, we need to get back to the Negotiator." Obi-Wan wiggled in his arms, and let out a small squawk. Cody shifted him, trying not to panic. Obi-Wan kept moving, letting out a high pitched whine. Cody carefully rocked him, remembering seeing a mother do the same with her infant on a mission several months previously.

The infants lower lip trembled, and Cody felt a surge of fear. He bounced him again, walking over to the transport when Reed indicated they were ready to move out. He settled himself into a seat, fighting down panic when he realised they had no way to strap Obi-Wan in.

Obi-Wan let out a cry, small face screwing up in displeasure.

"Do you want me to take him?" Waxer questioned.

Cody considered, before shaking his head and forcing himself to calm down. Jedi could sense emotions, and who knew how his negative emotions would effect a force sensitive infant.

"Who's closest to our position," he asked instead, still rocking Obi-Wan in his arms. The baby had quieted down, but still had tears leaking from the corners of his big eyes. Cody's heart broke to see them.

"Give me a moment to check," Boil responded. "It's difficult to make contact with anyone through the karking nebula," he explained.

Waxer was now making funny faces at the General, who had stopped crying to watch the man's face contort.

Boil let out a startled sound, and all of the troopers save Waxer turned to stare at their normally unflappable vod.

"Yes?" Cody asked, careful not to jostle Obi-Wan, who was now yawning. He had no teeth yet, Cody noticed, wondering if that would help give them clues to his age.

"General Skywalker is closest to our position," he stated, glancing up from his pad with a small smirk. "Just short of four hours at hyperspeed."

Cody bit the inside of his lip, staring down at the baby. Obi-Wan had his own hand in his mouth, and was gently chewing on it as his eyes drifted closed.

Well.

This was going to be interesting.

Rex coughed, trying to alert his General to his presence. Skywalker was staring hard at a star map, brow furrowed in concentration.

"Yes Rex?"

"Commander Cody has requested to speak with you," he said.

Anakin raised an eyebrow. "Aren't they supposed to be on a dark op?" Anakin asked rhetorically, running his flesh hand through his perpetually messy hair.

"Errr…"

Anakin blinked at his Captain in surprise. Rex wasn't one to hesitate. "Rex," he prompted when no answer was forthcoming.

"Commander Cody broke regs to contact you, sir," Rex finally said, staring at a spot behind Anakin's right ear.

Anakin blinked again, finally leaving the map he was studying to stand in front of Rex. "Commander Cody… broke regs?"

"Affirmative. His comm's awaiting you in the briefing room."

Rex was still staring at that same spot, Anakin noted. "Let's go then," he finally said, clapping the other man on his armoured shoulder. He led the way to the briefing room, worry competing with curiosity. "Was Obi-Wan with him," he finally asked casually as they turned a corner.

Rex shook his head, "No sir, the General wasn't there. Cody was alone."

Anakin's frown deepened. He hadn't felt any warnings in the force, and his mostly dormant bond with Obi-Wan was quiet, as though the other was deep in meditation or asleep.

"What did Cody say, Captain," he demanded, heart rate picking up in concern.

"Not much," Rex reported. "Just that he needed to speak with you immediately."

Anakin's brown furrowed further as he entered the briefing room, gesturing for Rex to follow him when he made to stand by the door instead. They'd doubtless be racing to rescue the 212th from whatever they'd gotten themselves into, so Rex might as well stay.

And people thought he was the reckless one!

He nodded to the communications officer, who was on standby to reconnect to the Negotiator. Obi-Wan was stationed near a nebula, which was making communication difficult to maintain.

"General Skywalker!" Cody said when they got through, his blue form flickering.

"Commander," Anakin responded, eyes widening slightly when he took in Cody's expression. He'd never seen Cody look so out of sorts. From the small noise of surprise from Rex, he'd noticed as well. "Is everything all right? Where's Obi-Wan?"

Cody grimaced. "With Jug," Cody responded. It took Anakin a moment to place the name, and he frowned when he realised it was the teams medic. "He is uninjured, but there are some complications," he finished.

Anakin fought down a surge of panic. "What sort of complications," he demanded, clenching his hands at his side.

Cody opened his mouth, and closed int, looking confused. "We were investigating a temple of some sort," he answered slowly. "General Kenobi touched," he paused, as though trying to figure out how to continue. "...something."

Anakin rolled his eyes despite his intense worry. Of course he did. "Out with it Commander," he said tiredly. "What happened."

"He was turned into an infant."

Beside him, he felt Rex stiffen in shock. Anakin felt much the same.

"What?" He croaked, mouth suddenly dry.

"Jug has limited experience with children," Cody continued as though he hadn't heard Anakin, "and is therefore unsure of his exact age. He estimates between three and four months based on cognitive ability though says he could be closer to two months due to his weight and size."

"Wait, wait," Anakin spluttered. "What?"

Commander Cody sighed, looking as bewildered as Anakin felt.

"I don't know what to tell you, General," he finally said. That broke through Anakin's shock. Commander Cody never spoke to casually to a superior officer. "We would appreciate your help though, as we cannot get through to High Command on a secure channel. It took us an hour to ensure this line was secure enough to inform you of the situation."

Cody's image flickered again.

"We'll be there in three hours," Anakin said, despite knowing they were four hours out. He was a mechanical genius and a brilliant pilot. He'd manage it in three hours or less if it got him to his Master's side.

Cody's shoulders slumped in relief. "I'm glad to hear that, sir."

"Cody," Anakin said softly, mind still reeling. "Can I see him?"

The corner of Cody's mouth twitched. "He was asleep when I left him General, and Jug seemed rather territorial."

Anakin fought back a sigh. He knew very well from his time in the creche that you never woke a sleeping baby. "Very well. Just…" he trailed off, incredibly eager to reach Obi-Wan. "Take care of him Commander."

"I always do. Cody out."

Anakin stayed by the comm for several long moments, staring into space. He had no idea what to do other than rush to Obi-Wan's side.

Well, at least his mission was complete.

Two hours and 47 minutes later Anakin raced through the halls of the Negotiator, barely resisting the urge to use force enhanced speed. He'd sent Ahsoka and several troopers to a nearby planet on a small transport for infant supplies, not knowing how long Obi-Wan would be an baby for. If he was as young as Cody had inferred, they would need specialised formula and food, not to mention clothing and diapers.

Ahsoka hadn't been happy to be sent, though had gone without too much of a fuss, sensing her master's desperation through their bond.

Anakin stopped briefly in the entrance to the med bay, eyes going wide, before continuing on auto pilot to Cody's side.

Force…

"Obi-Wan," he said softly, reaching out to take the infant from Cody's arms. Cody gave the baby to him, though looked berfit at the loss.

Anakin didn't notice, too busy studying his master with both his eyes and the force.

Obi-Wan had always seemed larger than life to him, even when he'd far outstripped the other man in height as a teenager. He'd grown up enveloped by his Master's force signature, feeling his kindness and compassion, his strength and his steel.

Now though, he was so small!

He could still sense that Obi-Wan's force signature was as strong as even, but it was unfocused and hazy, projecting frustration, exhaustion, and hunger.

Anakin had been around many infants. Obi-Wan had taken him to the creche frequently, and he'd kept up the habit once he'd been knighted. But he'd never seen a baby this young. The youngest he'd seen at the temple was a little Rodian girl who'd been abandoned by her parents on the steps of the Jedi temple when she'd been five months old.

Obi-Wan was so much tinier than she had been!

Obi-Wan let out a small, small arms flailing. Anakin automatically rocked him, making soothing sounds. "I've got you Obi-Wan," he murmured. "I've got you."

Obi-Wan made another distressed sound, and his force signature flared in irritation.

"Has anyone been able to determine whether or not he's retained his memories," Anakin asked, still staring down at Obi-Wan, who/s small lips were pursed in a familiar expression.

"No Sir," an unknown trooper answered. "We suspect that he has, but cannot confirm."

Anakin hummed in thanks, still studying Obi-Wan intently. There was a wiggling sensation in the back of his head, and Anakin barked out a quiet laugh, not wanting to startle Obi-Wan.

Their bond!

They'd agreed to keep their training bind intact when Anakin had been knighted, despite not technically being supposed to. Anakin was still prone to attachment and emotional responses (i.e. being human, he'd argued) and wanted his Masters support. His brothers support. Obi-Wan had reluctantly agreed, but Anakin had been able to tell he'd wanted to keep it as well. Especially considering they were at war.

They kept it dormant for the most part, but Anakin knew they could easily open it once more.

He did so carefully, not wanting to flood Obi-Wan with emotions if he had no memories. He seemed to know Anakin, if the way he kept reaching for his face was any indication, so Anakin was rather optimistic.

Anakin!

Obi-Wan! Anakin replied in intense relief. Thank Force. What happened?!

I don't know, Obi-Wan answered, now lying still in Anakin's arms, a few tears leaking from the corner of his eyes. Through the wide open bond Anakin could feel the other mans frantic emotions and scattered thoughts. A clone trooper walked by, and Anakin was able to pinpoint the moment Obi-Wan's attention shifted, distracted by the orange and white armour.

He tracked the trooper for several feet, before forcing his attention back to the man holding him. I can't seem focus on anything, he complained, eyes wide in his small face.

Anakin sat down on a bed on the other side of the medical bay, sensing that Obi-Wan wanted some privacy.

Obi-Wan let out a small sound of distress or annoyance, opening his mouth and showing a lack of teeth.

Anakin kept rocking him automatically, sensing that the motion was soothing to his Master, though he was sure the other man would never admit it. We need to get you back to the temple, he sent.

Obi-Wan's blue eyes focused back on him, his anxiety flooding Anakin. Anakin's eyes widened, and he bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself reacting to the uncharacteristic flood of emotion.

We'll need help, Anakin cajoled, feeling panic rise in his chest when Obi-Wan teared up. He forced the feeling down.

Obi-Wan made another distressed sound, this one vaguely angry. I can't even control my emotions like this!

We're about a week out from the temple, Anakin said. We can work on that on the journey.

Obi-Wan's attention was wandering again. He reached out a hand to Anakin's tunic, gripping the fabric in a tiny fist.

I know Jug checked you over, Anakin said softly. But how are you feeling? And please be honest, he added, knowing his master's tendency to downplay his symptoms.

Obi-Wan's eyes were starting to drift closed. Tired, he admitted. And hungry. I know Jug and Cody have been panicking about what to do about food for me.

Anakin snorted. That was an understatement. He could still hear them arguing. Ahsoka's picking up some supplies, he sent . She should be here soon. Think you can stay awake until then?

Obi-Wan wasn't able to physically roll his eyes in his current body, but Anakin could sense the intent.

Just asking! Anakin said, grinning down at Obi-Wan.

You can put me down, Anakin, Obi-Wan murmured, his attention wandering again.

Anakin frowned.

Obi-Wan made a soft snorting noise. It's not like I can go anywhere, he said with a thread of bitterness in his mental voice . I don't think I can even roll over right now.

If that's what you want, Anakin said reluctantly.

Obi-Wan didn't answer, too busy staring at the dimmed lights of the wards ceiling.

"Commander?" Anakin said aloud.

Cody and Jug immediately stopped their discussion, coming over to stand at his side.

"I want you to set up a kind of nest on one of the beds," Anakin ordered. "I think Obi-Wan's to young to roll over, but you can never be too careful with a baby."

"Yes sir," Jug answered, immediately doing as Anakin directed.

Cody stayed at his side, peering into the cradle of his arms to stare at his General.

"He has his memories," Anakin whispered. "I'll explain more later."

Cody glanced up at him, startled. "Yes Sir," he finally responded, moving to help Jug.

Anakin watched the two men for a moment, before switching his attention back to his master. As he'd suspected, the other man's eyes were slipping closed, his small body unable to stay awake. He swayed where he stood, careful to keep his emotions calm and soothing. Obi-Wan may have his memories and mind, but he was still in the body of an infant. He needed the sleep.

"Bed's done, General," Jug said quietly,

Anakin nodded, but made no move to put Obi-Wan, who was now sound asleep and radiating relaxation in the force, down.

He didn't know if it was for his own comfort of for his Master's, but he was unwilling to relinquish the warm form in his arms.

Not yet.

Ahsoka, along with Rex, Fives, Echo, and Tup, hurried through the corridors of the Negotiator to the Med bay, all of them laden down with their purchases.

"Why," Echo complained, "does someone so small, need so much?"

"Beats me," Fives answered. "Commander?"

Ahsoka fought the urged to roll her eyes, reminding herself that none of the clones had ever even been around an infant. "If Master Kenobi's as young as Anakin thinks he won't be able to digest bantha milk," she explained. "It doesn't have enough nutrients for him, and has too much sodium. And he'll need clothing and diapers"

Tup snorted. "Bet he's going to love that."

Rex glanced at the Padawan out of the corner of his eye. "All the clothing?" He asked.

Ahsoka bit her lip to stop herself from smirking. She had purchased a lot of clothing. She just hadn't been able to resit! "Babies get dirty a lot," she explained instead. "And we don't know Master Obi-Wan's size." The arguments were both technically true, and would allow her to explain herself to the council to justify her spending The truth was she hadn't been able to resist the adorable outfits.

"Right," Rex drawled, proving that he saw right through her.

Ahsoka opened her mouth to retort when a small noise attracted her attention. "Oh," she breathed, and broke into a run, sensing the troopers following her.

She burst into the med bay, Rex, Fives, and Tup close at her heels, before stopping short.

Master Anakin was holding a tiny human infant in his arms, walking around the room and making soothing sounds as he did so. The baby was crying, a thin and pitiful sound, projecting hunger and distress into the force.

"Snips, thank Force." Anakin breathed when he saw her, still trying to sooth the baby. "Please say you brought formula with you?!"

"Yup," she answered, springing into action. She grabbed the formula from Tup (they'd bought three brands, as well as several different bottles) and started making the first one, a brand that the she remembered the temple using.

"Fives, make four ounces of that brand," she ordered, glad she'd thought to buy a formula machine that would do the work of sterilizing the bottles and heating the water for them. It was a cheap one that wouldn't mix the actual powder for them, but considering they were making more than one brand and bottle, that was probably for the best.

"On it," Fives said, springing into action, reading the instructions on the side of the container.

"Want me to make the last brand?" Rex asked.

"Please," Ahsoka answered. Master Obi-Wan was a picky eater as an adult. She'd guessed he would be as a child as well. She handed the bottle to Anakin, who'd managed to soothe the baby somewhat. Anakin gently put the teat into Obi-Wan's mouth.

There was silence for a long moment, before Anakin remove the bottle and moved Obi-Wan to rest against his shoulder, patting his back gently.

Ahsoka grabbed to rejected bottle, disappointed.

"I think the formula brands okay Snips," Anakin said. "But he couldn't latch on."

Rex grabbed another bottle off the steriliser, efficiently making four more ounces of the same formula. Ahsoka was pleased despite herself. He'd remembered her lecture about making sure everything was germ free for babies well.

"Sir?"

Anakin grabbed the second bottle from Rex, maneuvering Obi-Wan back to the crook of his elbow. Ahsoka caught a glimpse of the small red face and bit her lip.

He was adorable.

Anakin finally got the teat into Obi-Wan's small mouth, and the small whimpering noise cut off abruptly.

Ahsoka could sense everyone in the room holding their breath, waiting to see if this offering would be rejected as well.

Finally, Anakin let out a relieved breath, some of the tension disappearing from his shoulders as the feeling of anxiety and hunger left the force.

"Oh thank Force," Anakin sighed.

"Has he been crying for long?" Ahsoka asked, moving to stand by her Master's side. Anakin sat down on a bed, allowing Ahsoka to better see the small form in his arms.

Master Obi-Wan had sure been a tiny baby. But adorable as well, with small tufts of red hair. His blue green eyes were opened wide, and they focused on her with too much intelligence for such a small human.

"Long enough," Anakin answered, not taking his eyes off of the baby.

"He has his memories, doesn't he?" Ahsoka asked softly.

Master Anakin nodded. "But he still has the brain and body chemistry of an infant."

Ahsoka blinked. That would make things interested. It also explained the crying, and Obi-Wan projecting his feeling into the force. Normally Ahsoka could barely get a whisper from him, his shields were so strong. "That'll be interesting," she said diplomatically.

Anakin glanced over at her, raising his eyebrow in a look he'd copied from his Master, before his attention was brought back to the baby. "Hey, hey, no," he murmured softly. "You need to finish this Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan had spit the teat out of his mouth, a small dribble of formula dribbling from the corner of his pursed lips, and was staring at Anakin with a stern look. Ahsoka blinked. She'd seen that look countless times when Master Obi-Wan was irritated at something.

It was usually it was directed at Anakin.

Anakin wordlessly handed her the bottle, before maneuvering Obi-Wan to sit up on his knee, one hand supporting his chest and chin while the other gently pat him on the back.

The room was silent save for the small pats, all the men in the room staring at the three Jedi in rapt attention. After several moments Obi-Wan gave a small burp, spitting up some of the milk he'd drank onto Anakin's dark leggings. Ahsoka went to hand the bottle back to her Master, but was stopped when he shook his head. "Can you finish feeding him Snips?"

"I'd be glad to," Ahsoka responded, carefully taking the tiny baby from her Master. He was impossibly small in her arms, and Ahsoka expertly moved him to the crook of her elbow. "Hey Master Obi-Wan," she said softly. "Ready to finish this?"

Obi-Wan stared at her for a beat, before opening his mouth again. Ahsoka gently inserted the bottle, watching in rapt attention as Obi-Wan drank.

On the other side of the room Anakin was rummaging through her purchases with Rex and Jug, apparently looking for something in particular, uncaring about the wet spot on his clothing. Ahsoka directed her attention back to Obi-Wan, who was now gumming at the bottle instead of drinking. She gently placed the bottle on the bed beside her, noting with pleasure that he'd nearly finished it, and moved his grandmaster to her shoulder to gently wind him. She heard a small burp, but thankfully Obi-Wan didn't spit up on her like he had on his Padawan.

She'd had worse on her tunics, but still didn't particularly want regurgitated formula all over her.

She kept him against her shoulder, feeling herself relax at the sound of his soft breathing and content force signature.

"Skygyuy?"

"Mmmm?"

"Is he asleep? I can't see his face."

Anakin came over, holding a package of diapers and some clothing.

"Yup," Anakin answered softly. "Let's get him into this then," he continued. "Rex, Cody," he called.

The two clones stopped sorting through the supplies, standing at attention.

"You're in charge," Anakin ordered. "Get us a course back to Coruscant, and get me a secure line to the temple." He ordered.

"Yes sir," the brothers answered as one, before leaving the room after another glance towards Obi-Wan.

"Jug?"

"Yes General?"

"In your medical opinion, is it safe to move Obi-Wan from the Med Bay?"

Jug frowned. "As far as I can tell, yes," he stated. "Though I don't know enough about infant anatomy to be sure."

"Understood," Anakin said. "You three," he gestured to Echo, Fives, and Tup. "Bring all this stuff to Obi-Wan's quarters," he ordered.

"Master?"

"He'll be happier in his own rooms," Anakin explained. Ahsoka nodded in understanding, nosing at Obi-Wan's downy hair.

The clones left the room, leaving the med bay empty save for the three Jedi and Jug, who'd wisely gone into his office, sensing that the three Jedi needed some time to themselves.

Anakin took out a diaper, a small white undershirt, and some pale cream footed pyjamas, lying them on the bed next to Ahsoka "Come on Snips," he whispered. "Between the two of us we can get him into all this without waking him."

Mace Windu fought the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose, refusing to look at any of his council members. Yoda was projecting shocked amusement next to him, and Adi had actually let out a surprised laugh.

This war was getting to them all.

"You're on your way back to the Temple, I assume?" He finally asked, trying and failing to give Skywalker as stern look.

He just couldn't glare at the younger man when he was holding a baby in his arms.

"Yes Master," Skywalker said immediately. "I've plotted a course that should have us back in 6 days," he continued, glancing down at Obi-Wan when he made a soft sound, maneuvering the child so he could see the council.

Yoda made a soft sound. "Greetings, young one," he said.

Obi-Wan made a soft baby sound, before yawning. Mace could hear Adi repress a squeal at the sight.

"Looked like this when joined the creche, Obi-Wan did," Yoda continued.

Skywalker looked at them in surprise. "This young?"

Plo Koon nodded stiffly, still on medical leave from the front. "I was on creche duty when he was brought in," he explained. "He's one of the youngest the Order's ever received. If he is the same age, as Master Yoda seems to think, he's currently approximately three and a half months old."

"He seems so small," Skywalker said.

"Small for his age, Obi-Wan was," Yoda explained, voice still soft.

"I'll have the creche master send over his records," Plo said, making a note on a date pad. "He was ill when brought to the temple, nothing the healers couldn't cope with," he explained when Skywalker jerked in concern. "But the creche masters recorded everything."

Skywalker's shoulders slumped slightly in relief. "That would be helpful, thank you Masters," he said in uncharacteristic politeness.

In his arms, Obi-Wan jerked his legs, twisting his head to look at the young knight. Skywalker maneuvered him carefully, cuddling him close.

Mace watched the interaction cautiously. He'd never seen Skywalker so relaxed, even with his clear worry for his former Master.

The connection flickered again.

"We'll let you go," Mace said. "And Knight Skywalker," he called before the man could reply. "Take care of him."

Skywalker started hard at Mace. "I will," he finally said, completely still save for the hand stroking Obi-Wan's back. Obi-Wan was still staring at his former Padawan, seemingly studying his face. As the assembled council watched, a small hand pat Skywalker on the cheek in an uncoordinated motion. Skywalker caught the flailing limb with a soft smile, holding it gently.

Mace blinked again.

After a beat Skywalker directed his attention back to the council. "See you soon, Masters," he said before the comm cut off.

The council room was silent for a moment, before Yoda let out a loud cackle.

Mace finally gave into the urge to groan. "Why," he growled, refusing to look at the now laughing Adi. "Is it always those two?!"

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As I said above, this is cross posted, so should be updated fairly quickly if people like it. I have a lot written, and what isn't written is completely planned out.