I'm happy to see that this fic does indeed have some people wanting more. So! I will try my best to update as often as possible (yeah, I have 9 chapters already written, but I'm back at work and it's very stressful and I'm very tired) and I hope you all enjoy this softness/angsty/hurt/comfort fic!


Anakin and Ahsoka were meant to watch him in his quarters. That's where they were headed. It only took a few reminders from Master Che to keep an eye on him and a list of things to look out for before they were able to go on their way.

So, with the copper-haired Jedi between them, they made their way through the thankfully quiet halls of the temple to their destination.

Ahsoka hadn't known her Grand-Master for long. She was fairly new to this Lineage and her and her Master still had issues to sort out as well, but she quickly fell into the magnetic pull of her Grand-Master.

It was funny to think about. He didn't think he had that pull. He drew people in easily (whether they were Jedi, Sith, or others) and knew how to make someone feel welcomed. It's why she felt so comfortable near him. He was a council member and that made her think she would have difficulty connecting with him. She was proven wrong very quickly.

He was easy to talk to and he had a lot of strange interests that always got Master Skywalker rolling his eyes when Master Obi-Wan went off on a tangent of something new he learned about. She thought it was interesting and endearing. She always asked him if he learned something new and it warmed her to see his eyes light up right before he launched into whatever subject he had been reading about long into the night.

However, it was odd to see him the way he was at this moment. He looked drawn and tired. He looked as though he needed a few more days in the Healing Halls instead of going to his quarters. She was reassured quickly by Master Che that Master Obi-Wan never liked the Halls of Healing and seemed to heal a lot quicker if he was somewhere he could relax. So, that's what brought them here.

His shields were still weak and he was prescribed with visits to a Mind Healer to help with that issue.

One thing that always caught Ahsoka's eye was the fact that even though he was tired, weak, and about ready to collapse, he still smiled. He still laughed and spoke with his Padawan and Grand-Padawan. His face was pale and his movements were slow, but it didn't stop him from bickering with Master Skywalker.

She learned to tune it out. She learned from others that it was a normal thing from them and she thought the Council would've had something to say on the matter.

They didn't. Instead, they just watched the interactions between the two with smirks and sometimes exasperation. They didn't put a stop to it. They just let it be.

"Couch or bed?" Anakin asks his Master once they enter his quarters. Ahsoka shakes herself and mentally berates herself as she didn't even notice they entered the quarters.

"Couch," Master Obi-Wan's voice is soft and laced with weariness.

"If you're tired-"

"Anakin, it's your last day here. I'd like to spend a little time with the two of you." Obi-Wan says, cutting off his former Apprentice with a smile tacked on. "At any rate, I'll probably end up falling asleep on you two no matter where I'm at." The confession draws a bit of surprise from both Ahsoka and Anakin. Of course, with his battered shields, Obi-Wan easily picks up on their surprise. He rolls his eyes and plops onto the couch with a groan.

Anakin is quick to kneel and pull his Master's boots off his feet.

Ahsoka shuffles from one foot to the other in the silence of the space. She doesn't know what to do. She feels out of place and unsure of where she stands in everything.

"Why don't you come sit?" Obi-Wan asks, catching Ahsoka's eye. "There's room for all of us." He adds on, hoping to quell whatever anxiety she has floating around in her mind. She still looks unsure, but it's quickly shaken off once Obi-Wan pats the cushion next to him. "If I make you nervous, you can sit next to Anakin. You don't have to sit by me." He says playfully when she finally makes her way over.

She sinks onto the couch and can't quite ease her rigid posture.

"Anakin, why don't you make us some tea?" Obi-Wan asks softly, trying to send messages with his eyes. Luckily, Anakin seems to understand because he nods and smiles.

He rises from his kneeling position and ruffles his Master's hair before setting off to make some tea.

Obi-Wan sputters at the ruffling but makes no move to sort his hair out.

Ahsoka smiles at the antics of the two and feels herself ease just a bit.

"You seem on-edge," Obi-Wan states, eyeing her carefully. "What's wrong?"

Ahsoka is quiet as she thinks. She doesn't know what to say. She doesn't want to say the wrong thing and upset her Grand-Master, but something tells her that won't happen. She takes a deep breath and faces her tired Grand-Master.

"This is just all so new to me." She admits. "You and Master Skywalker are so close but I just-"

"You can't quite find your place yet." Obi-Wan finishes for her with a knowing smile.

Ahsoka nods. "Exactly. I just don't know where I'm supposed to fit in. Where I'm supposed to be in this Lineage." She sighs and lowers her head. "I know it's silly."

"It's not," Obi-Wan whispers, placing a hand on her arm. "It's perfectly normal to feel the way you are."

"Obi-Wan's right, Snips." Anakin enters with the tea and sets about pouring it for everyone. "You know you can always talk to us. What you're feeling is something every Padawan feels."

"Really?" She asks, raising her head and looking at her Grand-Master and Master. The calm feeling that flows off the both of them, coupled with the nods they give her is enough to make her relax a bit more.

"Drink your tea," Obi-Wan hands her a cup gently. "It'll make you feel better."

They drink their tea in silence. Their day is passing quickly, and neither Ahsoka nor Anakin want to leave. It's the first time they've both felt this calm in a long while. They don't want it to end.

Obi-Wan is struggling to stay awake by the end of it all. His posture starts to slip and his head falls forward before rising once more. His blue-grey eyes are hidden by fluttering lashes.

Anakin manages to catch the empty cup before it collides with the ground when Obi-Wan's fingers fail to keep a grip on it.

"'m sorry I can't tell you about the mission." He mumbles sleepily. His body is starting to slide into Anakin's, and his former Padawan welcomes the weight.

"It's alright, Master," Anakin whispers, laying an arm across his Master's shoulders and tugging him carefully into his side. "I understand."

"'Soka," Obi-Wan mutters. "Keep an eye on him." His breathing is getting deeper and he can't push the call of sleep away. "Gets into trouble easily."

Ahsoka laughs lightly and pats her Grand-Master on the head softly.

"I'm aware."

Anakin sends a playful glare at his Padawan.

"Be safe," Obi-Wan whispers, finally losing the battle against sleep.

There's not a lot of daylight left. Ahsoka and Anakin will need to leave in the morning, but for now, they're content to sit in the comforting quarters of their Master and Grand-Master.