Prompt from xXkitsuneknightXx (sort of): after reading this chapter i couldnt quite stop thinking what if something similar happens during the clone wars. (referring to Chapter 59)

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Obi-Wan loved days like this.

Back at the Temple for a few days, before having to rush off to the next planet, to prevent the Separatists from taking over another innocent planet.

No meetings with the council.

No padawan to train.

A few days of peace and quiet.

As he knocked on Anakin's door, he smiled warmly at his old padawan when he opened the door. "Thank you for your invitation for dinner…" he made his way inside, "… can I ask why you decided to do so? You were never one for social events."

"Ashoka wanted to cook."

Obi-Wan sniffed a couple of times, nodding in appreciation at the delicious smell coming from the kitchen. "Who taught her… I know it wasn't you."

"Apparently Plo Koon loves to cook."

"Hmmm, he is the best on the council, that is true."

Slowly, he made his way into the kitchen, resting against the doorway as Ashoka stirred something in a large pot. "That smells excellent…" he stated, chuckling as the padawan jumped slightly, "… what are you cooking?"

The next words out of Ashoka's mouth were in her own language, but she seemed to be thrilled to cook it, so Obi-Wan let it go as Ashoka continued in Common.

"I managed to find the right spices in the market on our last mission!" she exclaimed in glee, "You'll love it Master Kenobi, it's one of my favourite meals!"

"I look forward to it Ashoka, I think Anakin's contribution to the kitchen and cooking, was simply to eat the food as quickly as possible."

Ashoka cackled, as she usually did when Obi-Wan told her stories about Anakin's time as a padawan, taking the pot off the hot stove and on the counter. "Alright, we need to let it rest…" she clapped her hands together, "…. I'll set the table!"

And then she was gone, leaving Obi-Wan in the kitchen. Slowly, he made his way over to the pot, taking in the scent appreciatively.

Surely a little taste wouldn't hurt, right?

Taking a little spoon out of the drawer, he dipped it into the mixture, blowing on it carefully to cool it down, before sipping it down.

Ashoka was right. This was delicious.

However, as soon as he swallowed, his tongue started to feel swollen and his throat dried up. He couldn't breathe properly, and his legs went weak. Slowly lowering himself to the floor, his hand on his neck.

"A-A-Anakin…" he stuttered, his voice not quite loud enough to reach the living room, his breathing getting even more uneven every second.

"A-A-ANAKIN!"

Thankfully, that seemed to be loud enough, as his old padawan came rushing into the room, almost crashing into the wall in his haste, eyes growing wide at the sight of his Master on the floor.

"Call for a Healer!" he ordered Ashoka, who had gone pale at the sight, "NOW!"

As Ashoka did as she told, Anakin desperately knelt next to Obi-Wan, hands running over the older man's uniform in an effort to find the epi-pen.

"Did you seriously not bring one?!" he growled, rolling his eyes as Obi-Wan smiled sheepishly up at him… even though it was very weak.

"I've called for a healer!" Ashoka reported from the living room, having used the telecom system, "How is he?"

Obi-Wan tried to reassure her that everything was okay, but he couldn't find the breath to speak.

"Not good…" Anakin muttered, a frown on his face as he glanced between the pot on the counter, the spoon on the floor… and then Ashoka, "… is there any Hoi-broth in that?"

"I-I used the leftovers from last night… I-it adds some spice to it! Why?"

"He's allergic, very very allergic!" Anakin shook his head in despair, before moving to scoop his old Master into his arms, taking advantage of the older man's smaller frame, "We need to get him to the Healers Wing, now! We can't wait for a Healer!"

…..

Obi-Wan groaned when he woke up to white ceilings and the familiar 'clean' smell of the Healers Wing.

He tried to ask what happened, but could only grunt, wearily opening his eyes to see Anakin, Ashoka and Cody standing over him.

"Master! How are you feeling?!"

"Ho d'ya in…." he weakly managed to slurr, which roughly translated to "How do you think?"

Anakin visibly relaxed, seemingly understanding that his old Master was okay.

Ashoka however, was less relaxed. "I'm so sorry…" she whispered, "… I didn't mean to- "

Waving his hand in dismissal, stopping her in her tracks, Obi-Wan gave her a reassuring smile, even as Cody ducked down and kissed him on the forehead.

"Please don't scare me like that…" he whispered in the Jedi Master's ear, smiling as Obi-Wan weakly whispered an apology back.

Knowing that Obi-Wan was going to be fine and that the danger had passed, Anakin clapped his hands together. "Alright… well I don't want to let Ashoka's cooking go to waste… Cody, you're not allergic to anything are you?"

Cody shook his head, "No… but I think I'll pass. We clones have a very strict diet."

That… and he wouldn't be able to kiss Obi-Wan after eating anything with hoi-broth.

Priorities and all that.