Heyo! (I just realized I think I forgot to say Heyo in my last few author's notes, which I haven't done in years, so I better go change that) Anyway, I used a pretty common (Who am I kidding, EXTREMELY common trope) for this one, but I had fun with it, so whatever :) Hope you enjoy! :)

"I don't like tea." Ahsoka complained nasally.

"Oh please." Remarked an annoyed Obi-Wan. "You've never even tried it."

Anakin had dropped Ahsoka off with him a few hours ago because the girl was too sick to go on the field with him. It was just a cold, Anakin had told him. "She should be feeling back to normal in no time."

Obi-Wan wondered when that time would be, because frankly, taking care of sick Ahsoka was exhausting.

"Why would I try it if I know I don't like it?" She asked, her voice scratchy.

"You say that as if it makes sense." Obi-Wan said. "I'm going to the kitchen to make you some hot tea for your throat- and you will try it."

"Jedi mind tricks don't work on other Jedi!" She called after him as he walked out of the room. He chose to ignore that.

Obi-Wan headed to his small kitchen, and pulled out a bin full of tea bags that he kept in his cabinet. "Hmm…" He muttered as he picked out individual bags. "Black tea? No, no, that has caffeine and Anakin would kill me if I gave her that." He said to himself. He had an awful bad habit of talking to himself.

"Chai tea? No, that tastes weird. She'll hate it."

He pulled out another tea bag, and read the label. "Green tea will do the trick!"

Obi-Wan glided over to the stove top where a kettle already sat from the many, many times he made himself tea in the mornings. He filled it up with water before putting it back on the now heated stovetop, and waited for the water to boil.

Meanwhile, Ahsoka was lying in bed miserable, waiting for Obi-Wan's return. Her throat was unbearably scratchy and sore. Not to mention, she wished she was with Anakin instead. She belonged in the field, not alone in her grandmaster's quarters coughing her throat raw.

After a few insufferable minutes, she heard his footsteps outside the door. "Hey, I'm back!" Obi-Wan said quietly when he walked back in. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine." She croaked.

He frowned, "Well you sound worse than you did before." He walked over to her bed, mug of tea in hand. "Here, hold this."

"I don't wanna drink it."

"Just hold it."

Ahsoka did as she was told, holding the mug for him while he sat her up by the shoulders and added an extra pillow under her head to prop her up. The sudden movement made her head throb, and she moaned in pain.

Obi-Wan immediately softened his grasp on her, and knelt down so she was at eye level. "Oh you poor thing, do you want a cold rag for your head?" He asked gently, rubbing her shoulder with his thumb.

She felt her lekku and face darken in embarrassment. She didn't like being coddled one bit. "I'm fine. I don't need help." She lied.

Obi-Wan felt a sadness in his chest. Did she think that she had to be tough in front of him? He didn't want to her to have to feel that way!

"You're not fine. You're sick and you need to be taken care of, there's nothing wrong with that." Obi-Wan said, his voice a near whisper as he took the mug from her and laid her back down. "And it just so happens to be my job to take care of you today, Young One."

Ahsoka usually hated being called young, but he was right. Maybe it was okay to need help. To be young, to be vulnerable, to be sick.

"Are you going to let me?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Yeah."

He smiled, and rubbed the top of her head like he would when he used to ruffle Anakin's hair.

"Good. I'll go get that rag, and in the meantime." He held the mug up to her. "Will to try it?"

"No!"

Good to know that even though she was sick, she was still Snippy, stubborn, Ahsoka.

Thank you guys for reading! Tell me in the reviews if I missed any nicknames! Love you lots! :)