Obi-Wan: Reality Check

Obi-Wan shifted in bed, wincing as pain shot through his head and down his spine, vibrating in his right arm. His eyelids fluttered and he forced them open to blinding white lights. He groaned, and Qui-Gon's face suddenly appeared above him.

"Name and rank." he said sternly. Obi-Wan felt like he raised an eyebrow, though he couldn't be sure, his face was still numb.

"Name and rank." Qui-Gon repeated. Obi-Wan swallowed, and with great effort rasped: "Obi-Wan Kenobi. Jedi Padawan."

"Age?"

Not bothering to argue this time, Obi-Wan answered. "14. Master, what-"

'Hush. Do you know where you are?"

"Jedi Temple, Courasant. The Healer Building, I think."

Qui-Gon smiled, and returned to his seat beside the boy's bed. "Good. I had feared the worst."

"Master, what happened?" Obi-Wan asked, trying to sit up and failing miserably. Qui-Gon slid an arm behind his apprentice's shoulders, allowing him to sit up and look his teacher in the eye.

"You fell from the high beams during training. You broke you arm, and have a concussion. I'm afraid you're going to be stuck here for a few days." Obi-Wan frowned, hanging his head in embarrassment. Of course, he had fallen. Why am I always so clumsy? Why can't I do anything right?

"You can do many things right, Padawan. Do not be embarrassed that you fell. It was an accident. You will heal, and life will go on."

Obi-Wan shook his head, still refusing to look up, his shame tripling once he realized his shields were down. "I'm really sorry Master. I don't mean to be such a burden."

One huge hand tucked under the boy's chin, lifting his face to meet his Master's. Qui-Gon's blue eyes were dark and sad.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi. You are not, never have been, a burden. Not to me. You are my Padawan, my student, and my joy. Perhaps your mind needs healing as well as your body. Have you felt like this often?"

Obi-Wan nodded, not wanting to lie to his Master. Qui-Gon's face fell even further, and he embraced his student. Tears fell, from both sets of eyes.

"Never again Obi-Wan. I promise you, you will never have to feel that way again."

Obi-Wan clutched tighter to his Master, ignoring the pain in his still healing arm. "Thank you, Master."

Anakin: Fever Dream

A drop of ice water fell onto his face, and he shivered. Anakin wanted to reach his hand up and brush the water away, but his hand wouldn't move. It was heavy and bloated, a dead weight at the end of his arm.

More drops followed, hitting his forehead, his cheeks, rolling off his face and down his neck. He groaned, shifting in his bed. A voice above him spoke.

"Easy, Anakin. I know it's cold."

Anakin stirred, he knew that voice. Obi-Wan. Now he knew, something was wrong. There was only one reason Obi-Wan would sound like that.

"Am I sick?" He said. At least, that's what he thought he said. Instead, it came out like "-ermI zick?"

Obi-Wan grinned, continuing his gentle care. He wiped Anakin's bare arms and legs down with the cold cloth.

"I would say so. Your fever spiked at 101.3. You were hallucinating, asking for your mom and me. I know you don't like the Healers, Ani, but I had little choice. It's coming down, but Master Guaritore said this might help."

Normally Anakin would have protested and fought, but he was simply too weak. Perhaps it was the drugs, or the heat still pressing down upon him, but he didn't care. He was with Obi-Wan. So it was okay.

"zokay astar. rustu." Which Obi-Wan roughly translated to mean "Okay Master. I trust you."

Obi-Wan smiled, placing a hand on his apprentice's head, sending healing energy toward the exhausted body. "Thanks Ani. Sleep now, I'll be right here when you wake up."

"Den tum zuse?"

Obi-Wan laughed, lightly. "Yes, Ani. Then you can have some juice."

Ahsoka: Strength

Ahsoka jolted awake, chest heaving, eyes flickering around, desperate for answers. Hands grabbed her arms, and she fought on instinct, but they pinned her back. Rex, his familiar blue eyes soft and light, appeared in front of her. "Easy little 'un. Your Master'll be here soon. You got hurt bad, so just relax, and he'll be here in a minute."

Anakin ran into the room, a smile breaking out across his face. The clone nodded once and left the pair to their privacy; Anakin grabbed a seat on the edge of the bed, carefully avoiding the tubes and machines she was hooked to.

"Snips, it's alright. The crash was really bad, but Doc says you're gonna be okay. How do you feel?"

Ahsoka's headtails darkened in embarrassment. She hated showing weakness, especially in front of her Master. Anakin didn't miss it, or the look on her face.

"Hey, what's wrong? It's okay, you're going to be fine."

"I don't need to be coddled." She mumbled. The elder Jedi did a double take. "What?"

"I'm a Jedi. Not a child. I don't need to be treated like one."

Anakin's eyes narrowed. "Snips, you were pulled out of a burning hunk of metal, way too close to death for my taste. You hadn't eaten all day, hadn't slept in Force knows how long, and I know for a fact that you're terrified of being in the medbay."

Ahsoka lowered her eyes, her headtails turning even darker, tears brimming.

"Ahsoka, you're still just a kid. A Learner, and that means it's my job to take care of you. It's okay to need that once in a while. Everyone needs someone to take care of them, to be their strength when they have none left. You're a Jedi, that doesn't change when you need me."

Ahsoka looked up, a weight releasing into the Force as her tears began to fall. She couldn't speak, instead reaching out to her Master's mind.

/Kind of scared Master. Everything hurts./

Anakin didn't hesitate to wrap the young girl in an embrace, wrapping them both in a healing cloud of peace.

/It's okay little one. You never have to be strong for me./

Author's Note: I know, this is so sweet I got cavities while writing it. Sometimes you need some sugary, fluffy, sappy stuff. Sorry for the slow update, but I really wanted to take my time on this one. May the Force be with you!