These are just little random one-shots that I will be doing about the relationship between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. They will be updated as often as I can, and if any wants me to expand on any of them or if you have a prompt for me, just say in the review :)

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Prompt from SpencerBrown: On Kadavo, Obi watched as innocents, many of them, were murdered, just to keep him in line. For a Jedi, a protector and champion of all life, this would be soul-rending. For Obi, who shoulders far too much responsibility for things beyond his control, and who wears his honor and duty to others on his sleeve, it would have the potential to shatter him. In the wake of that haunting ordeal, as Obi deals with the anger, frustration and guilt of those innocent lives lost, I imagine your gray Dooku would be just the man to shake him up and remind him why he is a Jedi, and why they continue to fight in an often unfair galaxy. Rex may be useful here, as the only witness to what Obi endured, and if a little concerned and caring Qui made it in to the mix as well, extra kudos. ;)

That's probably way to much rambling, but take or leave what you will!

***Keep away from me!*****

Obi-Wan winced in his sleep and rolled onto his side.

***Jedi only make things worse!****

"No…." whimpered the Jedi Master, "… I tried to help. I tried!"

….

In another room, Rex sucked in a pain-filled breath as he placed a bacta-patch on a whip wound.

"That's looks painful…" came a voice from the doorway, causing Rex to straighten up instinctively.

"Sir, I-I…"

Anakin simply waved his hand in dismissal, "Please Rex… sit down."

The aching in his joints and the burning wounds meant that Rex was very quick to obey, sighing slightly in relief. "Thank you, Sir."

Remaining silent, Anakin sat by the Captain and lifted up the bacta-patch, his face darkening at the familiar looking wounds. "You were whipped…." He stated, anger evident in his voice, "… like a common- "

"- Slave?" interrupted Rex, tensing at Anakin's anger, "That's what we were… what we all were."

Anakin frowned, "Obi-Wan as well? Was he… treated like this, like you?"

There was silence for a few moments, before Rex sighed. "I think he had it even worse than me Sir… they… took advantage of him. Of his nature."

"His nature?"

"His willingness to protect others. When he did wrong, it wasn't him that was punished, it was the other slaves."

Anakin shook his head wearily, "I think that's even worse than actually beating him…" he sighed, before glancing around, "…. Where is Obi-Wan anyway?"

Rex gestured towards the other room, "He said that he needed to meditate on recent events."

"Sounds about right."

Patting the Captain on the back, Anakin got to his feet and strode over to Obi-Wan's room, knocking on the door.

Nothing.

"Obi-Wan?" Anakin placed his ear against the door, "Obi-Wan?"

From within the room, he could hear quiet whimpers and his ex-master pleading for someone to stop. Without hesitation, Anakin ignited his lightsabre and slashed through the door, bursting into the room… and startling Obi-Wan awake.

As the Jedi Master was still slightly asleep, he was also quick to ignite his lightsabre, moving into a defensive position. It took a few seconds, before Obi-Wan realised who exactly was in his room.

"Anakin…" he grumbled, glancing at his door and then at his padawan, one eyebrow slightly raised, "… did you suddenly forget how to knock?"

"You sounded distressed…" Anakin sighed, "… I thought someone might have been attacking you or something."

"In a heavily secured ship, in the middle of outer space?"

"…. It's not unheard of, but maybe I acted a bit rashly."

"Just a bit." Obi-Wan sat up and stretched, wincing in pain which prompted Anakin to step closer.

"So…" began the Knight, "… I've just been talking with Rex. Apparently, you went through some… problems in the slave camp."

"Nothing that you need to be concerned over."

"Really? Then maybe you wouldn't mind showing me your back? Or telling me why you're having nightmares, with you asking someone to stop?"

Obi-Wan sighed, "I have many nightmares Anakin. Much like those, I will deal with these in my own way."

Nightmares. Yeah, Anakin knew about those.

When he was recently apprenticed to Obi-Wan, he was awoken almost every night by Obi-Wan's fearful cries and pleadings for Qui-Gon…other nightmares included mentions of a Tahl… or a Cerasi.

"You had a little help then…" sighed Anakin, "… maybe I should call- "

"No." ordered Obi-Wan, his voice changing from exasperated to firm, "I forbid it."

"You forbid it?! You're not my Master anymore!"

"I have always been, and always will be your Master!"

Anakin through his hands up in the air in frustration. "Fine! Suffer! I was only trying to help!"

"Don't."

Snarling in barely restrained anger and frustration, Anakin stormed out of the room, kicking the pieces of door as he went. As soon as Rex saw him, he could tell that Anakin was at the edge of his control.

"Is he- "

"- Being as stubborn as usual? Yes." Anakin took a deep breath, "I know what I have to do, but…"

"… But?"

"But the only person who can help Obi-Wan, really doesn't like me and therefore unlikely to actually answer my call."

Rex frowned, "Who?"

"…. Dooku. Count Dooku."

Wincing in sympathy, Rex sucked in a breath through his teeth. "I… I can see why you're reluctant."

"Forget it. If Obi-Wan wants to suffer, then let him. Eventually, he'll come to his sense."

Anakin may have faith in Obi-Wan, but Rex didn't. He saw what Obi-Wan saw, and whilst his experiences were slightly different, if he was suffering…. Then Master Kenobi was suffering as well.

Which is why Rex found himself striding towards the communication centre as soon as they landed back on Coruscant. "Dooku…Dooku… Dooku…" he muttered, frantically glancing around to try and find some clue as to what code he had to use in order to contact the Count.

"Can I help you Sir?"

Rex span around to see a young Jedi initiate standing right behind him, "How did you… never mind, yes I could do with some assistance."

The young girl beamed, clearly happy to hear that. "I didn't think clones were supposed to be in here alone!" she exclaimed, bounding closer, "Are you on a secret mission?"

"Y-yeah…" stammered Rex, instinctively straightening up to try and appear more authoritative, "A very secret mission… about that assistance?"

The Jedi Initiate bounded even closer, "Of course! How can I help?!"

"How do you find the communication code in order to contact someone outside of Coruscant?"

"Communication code?" The child tilted her head to one side, "You don't need one of those. My crèche Master showed us in case of emergencies! All you have to do, is state clearly, who you are trying to contact. If you have a registered voice on the system, it'll put you through automatically."

"And if you don't have a voice on the system?"

She shrugged, "Then you do need a code I think. But my Master said that everyone in the Temple and the Senate is registered, even a few clones like you!"

Rex's eyes lit up at this, "Very true… thank you for your help little one."

The child giggled, bowed and sped back out of the room. Once sure that she was a suitable distance away, Rex turned back to the table in the centre of the room. "Come on Cody, don't let me down…" he muttered, knowing that if there was one clone who had his voice in the system, it would be Cody.

"Contact Count Dooku." He stated clearly, tensing as the room feel into silence…. Until a computerised voice spoke up.

"Voice recognition…. CC-2224. Contacting Count Dooku."

Rex sighed in relief, straightening up as he waited for the Count to answer. Whilst it was only a couple of seconds, it felt like hours.

"CC-22- "Count Dooku stopped in his tracks and frowned at Rex, "You are not Obi-Wan's usual clone."

Deciding not to read too much into that, Rex shook his head. "No Sir. I am Captain Rex… CT-7567."

"Hmph. And I suppose you have a good reason for contacting me?"

Rex nodded, "I am… concerned about General Kenobi."

"Oh?" This seemed to get Dookus' attention, with almost a concerned look appearing in his eyes, "And pray tell what trouble my Grand-padawan has gotten into this time."

As Rex relayed all the information that he could about the previous mission and what Obi-Wan went through, he could see Dookus' frown deepen. Once finished, Rex sighed. "He won't listen to General Skywalker, so I was hoping that you'd be able to talk to him?"

There was silence for a few moments, before Dooku sighed and nodded. "I'll be there in the morning… it would be best if you informed the Council of my arrival. They don't tend to react well to my presence in the Temple."

"Of course Sir."

Before signing off, Dooku eyed the clone. "Captain… you made the right decision to contact me."

"This was a rash decision Captain Rex…" scolded Master Windu again as they waited for Dooku's arrival, "… do you really have so little faith in Jedi Healer's?"

"No Sir. I have little faith that General Kenobi will make the choice, and see them."

There was silence for a few moments, before Windu nodded. "Agreed. Obi-Wan is much like his old Master. Stubborn to a fault."

The Jedi master glanced over to the clone, "And that is the only reason I'm not going to have you suspended for interfering in Jedi affairs."

Rex knew that this wasn't an idle threat, and chose to remain quiet as an unfamiliar ship arrived into the hanger.

A few minutes later, Dooku exited the craft, his cloak billowing behind him. "Master Windu…" drawled the Ex-Jedi, "… delightful to see your disappointed face again."

"Is it disappointed?" Windu raised an eyebrow, "I couldn't tell. Must be my default expression when dealing with you Dooku."

"Yes. Even when I was a Jedi Master, that was your default expression when dealing with me."

Windu simply sighed, choosing to end the conversation. "I assume you are aware of the circumstances for which you have been summoned here?"

"Of course, Captain Rex informed me exactly of what had happened to Master Kenobi. He is the only reason I would come back to the Temple after all."

Without waiting for an answer, Dooku strode past the Council Member and headed in the direction of the dorms, closely followed by Captain Rex.

As they strode down the corridor, towards Obi-Wan's rooms, Dooku turned his attention to Rex (who was trying to remain out of sight and out of mind). "Has the situation improved at all since our last conversation?"

Rex shook his head, "I'm afraid not. Ever since returning to Coruscant, General Kenobi has barely left his room."

"Is he eating? Sleeping?"

"Cody…sorry, Commander Cody has confirmed that he is eating small amounts, but sleeping? I've barely been sleeping 4 hours a night, so who knows how long he's sleeping."

Dooku nodded in understanding, "I severely doubt he is to be honest…" the pair arrived outside Obi-Wan's room, "…. When faced with tough decisions and traumatic events, Obi-Wan has always been the one to place the blame upon himself. Qui-Gon was very much the same. Which means that as a Master and Grandmaster, it was usually up to me to knock some sense into them."

Without even knocking, the Count entered an override access key and the door slid open. "Thank you for your assistance Captain Rex…. But I can take it from here."

Rex saluted, taking a step back as Dooku entered the room, the door sliding shut behind him.

…..

Dooku cast his gaze around the small rooms. As per usual it was in impeccable condition, with nothing out of place…. Much different from when Kenobi was a padawan.

"Master Dooku?"

Dooku span around on his heel and raised an eyebrow at the young Jedi Master. "Am I interrupting something?"

Obi-Wan was dressed in a simple, non-work tunic, his hair still damp from a recent shower.

"N-no…not that it's not wonderful to have you here, but- "

"-but you'd like to know what I am doing here?"

Obi-Wan nodded, moving to sit down…. Before quickly remembering his manners and shooting back to his feet. "Shall I get us some tea before we talk?"

"Of course, it has been a long journey."

"I'll put us out a plate of biscuits as well then."

….

Dooku sighed in contentment as he took his first sip of the warm tea, "Perfect. One thing that has been passed down, down this Master-Padawan line, is the ability to make perfect tea."

"I'm afraid Anakin hasn't quite picked up on that skill yet."

"Humph. What a shock."

Wisely choosing not to comment on Dookus' obvious dislike of Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan simply took another sip of tea. "Not to sound rude, but what's the reason behind this visit. As far as I can recall, it's not a special occasion?"

"Some people have been…. Concerned about you."

"Let me guess. Anakin?"

Dooku scoffed, "Skywalker has never once contacted me. You know he and I haven't ever really gotten along."

"You did call him a spoilt brat the first time you met."

"I wasn't wrong."

Obi-Wan, once again remained silent, one eyebrow raised as he waited for Dooku to say something more about his visit. The older man drank some more and sighed.

"Kadavo."

Watching as Obi-Wan's face grew pale, Dooku felt as though he didn't need to say anymore. The younger Jedi placed his cup of tea on the nearby table, and leaned back, his eyes closed as though in deep thought.

"Who told you?" whispered Obi-Wan.

"…. Captain Rex was very concerned about you. He reported that you hadn't been out of your room in quite some time, and believed that you weren't sleeping very well either."

"I've been sleeping fine."

"The black bags under your eyes says different."

Obi-Wan fell silent once again. Dooku sighed, "They were scared Obi-Wan…." He began, "…. Those who are subjugated to horrific acts of violence, and forced to be submissive to a cruel Master, will say anything and do anything to stay safe."

Silence.

"The slaves you worked with, whose pain was threatened should you disobey, were only trying to remain safe. I've found that very few species are against the Jedi Order."

"I wouldn't blame them if they were…." Whispered Obi-Wan, "…have you ever thought that we do make things worse?"

This stunned Dooku into silence. Obi-Wan had always placed a large amount of faith in the Jedi, believing them to be the true peacekeepers of the galaxy. This sudden change of attitude indicated just how traumatised Obi-Wan was by the incident on Kadavo.

After a couple minutes of tense silence, Dooku placed his cup on the table and straightened up. "Don't be ridiculous."

"Master Dooku?!"

The older Jedi shook his head, "You heard me Obi-Wan. Don't be ridiculous… stop feeling sorry for yourself because someone didn't react the way you believed they should have."

"It's not that at all!" protested Obi-Wan, "I don't think they should have reacted any differently, I was getting them hurt because of my own weakness!"

"Exactly."

Obi-Wan frowned, quickly realising that Dooku had tricked him. "What do you mean, exactly?"

"You aren't annoyed with the Order, for possibly making things worse. You were annoyed with yourself... you believed that you were weak, despite being strong."

"I wasn't strong I- "

Dooku held up a hand to silent the younger Jedi, "You were strong. Any person who has been forced into slavery is strong, no matter how you act in the situation. You are strong because you survived. The people who suffered with you, including Captain Rex, are also strong because they survived."

Obi-Wan fell into silence once again, before sighing. "Then why don't I feel strong?"

"Because you've led quite a cushy life. Apart from the occasional hiccup, you have not gone through a situation like that… you weren't prepared for it." Dooku sighed, "This was a hard lesson for you to learn… but you've learnt it none-the-less. Now what you can do, is make yourself a better person because of it."

"And how do I do that?"

"Talk." Dooku smirked at the shocked look on Obi-Wan's face, "Talking is one of the best forms of learning and improving. I told this to Qui-Gon all those years ago, and now I'll tell his stubborn student the exact same thing. Don't hide yourself away from the world and your friends. They are there to help."

Obi-Wan winced, "I don't know if I can talk to Anakin or Ashoka about this."

"Ashoka?"

"Anakin's padawan."

Dooku rolled his eyes, "They let him train a padawan…. He's barely out of his own padawan training!" He took a deep breath, "Alright, I'm assuming you don't want to remind the precious Chosen One of his own time as a slave. Even if his life was a bit cushier than your brief time."

"Slavery is one of the few subjects that… upsets Anakin. I don't want to make him revisit those memories."

"Then talk to someone else. Rex or that Clone of yours."

Obi-Wan hid his flush behind his cup, "Cody isn't my clone. He just happens to work with me."

"Hmmmmm…." Dooku was clearly not convinced, "…. So, I've kicked you out of your self-loathing and given you some good advice. Do I need to do anything else?"

Chuckling Obi-Wan gestured towards the kitchen. "You could stay for dinner?"

"…. You didn't inherit Qui-Gon's cooking skills, did you?"

"I don't think anybody could be that bad."

"You didn't have to spend years with Master Yoda…. He can make raw grass seem more appetizing."