Prompt from Sparky 12091: I wonder if you could do one where the clones have to deal with Obi wan is de-aged be it adolescences or toddler.

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Qui-Gon blinked a few times, not believing what was in front of him, despite the Force telling him that it was true.

"This… isn't right at all."

Stood in front of him, where his padawan had once stood, a small, red/blonde-haired child was in his place… a child who was starting to cry.

"Oh, this is very, very bad." He closed his eyes for a few moments, pushing all feelings of panic into the Force. There was always the chance that Obi-Wan was just unable to contain childish emotions and still retained his seventeen-year-old mind. "Obi-Wan… do you know who I am?"

"N-no?"

Alright… complete age regression.

"W-where am I?" A higher version of Obi-Wan's voice whimpered.

Qui-Gon fought back the urge to whimper himself. What explanation could he give the child, what explanation could he give the council?

Across from him, Obi-Wan was trying vainly to stop his, now too large tunic, from slipping down from his shoulders. The picture he made would have been funny any other time.

"I… am unsure as to what caused this." Qui-Gon admitted, shaking his head as he spoke, knowing that that answer would not satisfy the Council.

"What's going on?" Obi-Wan's bottom lip started to quiver, "Who are you?"

"Master Yoda! Can someone fetch Master Yoda please?!"

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"Simple, this is not. Cure, we will need." Master Yoda turned away from the situation and started to tap away, leaving Qui-Gon to cautiously lift Obi-Wan into his arms, hoping that nobody would stop them as they headed to the Healer's Ward.

It was easy to hoist Obi-Wan up into his arms, settling the child against his hip, with Obi-Wan wrapping both arms tightly around his Masters' neck

"Are you alright little one?" Qui-Gon asked, feeling Obi-Wan wriggle slightly.

"Yeah." The child whispered; eyes wide as they walked through the corridors. His awe wasn't a surprise. It was unlikely that any initiate would have come down this way before.

Obi-Wan wasn't especially heavy, but carrying him across half the Temple, occasionally hesitating so as not to be seen by any noisy padawans… or knights, left Qui-Gon's shoulders feeling uncomfortable. As soon as they entered the Council Room, and the door had closed behind them, he placed Obi-Wan on the ground.

Straightening up and rolling his shoulders to try and relieve some of the tension, he noticed the astonished looks on the rest of the Council's face.

"Is that… Padawan Kenobi?" Mace asked, unable to tear his eyes away from the small child.

"Kenobi, it is." Yoda confirmed, "Cure, we need."

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It took them about three hours to find everything to correctly make the cure, forcing Qui-Gon to keep a very close eye on the child, who seemed to overcome his fear of the situation as child-like curiosity took over.

Obi-Wan was trying to touch everything as Qui-Gon felt like he was losing his mind, having to stop what he was doing and save Obi-Wan from cutting his fingers or something equally as dangerous.

Eventually, the Council and the Head Healers finished the cure, pouring it into an initiate-friendly cup, before calling Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon over.

"Drink this, you should." Yoda gently ordered Obi-Wan, smiling as the child stuck a tongue out in disgust

"Why?" Young and bright eyes searched the Masters' face.

"Important it is, good you wish to be, yes?"

Needless to say, Obi-Wan downed the drink.

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"… You asked Mace why he was bald, you- "

"- Master please!" Obi-Wan buried his face into a cushion, face red in mortification, "I was six, I didn't know any better!"

Qui-Gon was silent for a few moments, before smirking. "You got a lot of attention from the female Masters. I think I have some willing volunteers to keep an eye on you in the future. I think some of them wanted to adopt you."

"Master!"