If looks could kill, Giac would have been hung, drawn and quartered, and probably staked for good measure. Obi-Wan didn't look amused at his brother's sudden laughing fit, especially since the reason Giac was practically dying of laughter was because Obi-Wan was nervous about being in front of so many people. Giac was actually now holding his side because he was laughing so hard.

"What's so funny?" Obi-Wan asked, failing to keep the annoyance out of his voice.

"I'm sorry, it's just-" Giac dissolved into another fit of laughter, before finally pulling himself together. "-all I can think about is the amount of fangirls waiting for you. I can picture it now: 'oh Prince Obi-Wan, I think I might swoon. Will you catch me?" Giac imitated in a high-pitched, girly voice before proceeding to howl with laughter. Obi-Wan chose to scowl at him instead.

"Yeah, you keep laughing. See if I help you when they start screaming your name too." Obi-Wan crossed his arms, turning away from Giac while he tried hopelessly to regain control.

"Oh come on, Obi. I'm just messing around. I'm sure they won't be that bad." Giac reassured, trying to hide his smile.

"Really?" He asked, his eyes filled with hope.

"No. I wouldn't be surprised if they ask to marry you." Giac answered, making Obi-Wan scowl at him.

"Giac!"

"What? Don't blame me, you're the one that's single! I'm married - you, however, don't even have a girlfriend." Giac defended, gesturing to his brother to emphasize the point. The statement only made Obi-Wan glare harder.

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm a Jedi. It's against the code! You know that!" Obi-Wan hissed, becoming more annoyed by the minute. Having Anakin for padawan meant Obi-Wan had a lot of patience, but for some reason, that patience seemed to get thrown out the window when Giac was in the room. Giac was the only one who could get under the famed Negotiator's skin, something he weaponized regularly.

"Doesn't mean you agree with it though, right? While I'm at it, how is that beautiful duchess of yours?" Giac retorted, plastering that infuriating smirk on his face.

"Satine? She's, um, she's fine." Obi-Wan scratched his beard, avoiding Giac's eyes, eyes that narrowed in response.

"Uh-huh. You haven't kissed her yet then?" Giac asked innocently, the smirk widening.

"GIAC!"

"What? I'm just saying!" Giac protested, holding his hands up in a sign of surrender. Seeing that Obi-Wan now looked like the urge to kill his older brother had reached its highest point, Dexter stepped in. He cleared his throat, grabbing their attention yet again.

"Look, I believe we'll be entering Selencia's atmosphere soon. You might want to go to the hanger so you're ready. You two should be the first to get off when we land."

"Right. Wonderful. Anakin's there too isn't he?" Obi-Wan asked, looking at the Selencian commander with an exasperated expression.

"Afraid so, Obi-Wan." Dexter answered, sending him a look of sympathy.

"I knew you'd say that." Obi-Wan muttered, placing the pillow back on the bed and grabbing his leather belt, one that was Selencian made, especially designed to hold weapons such as vibroblades, blasters and even lightsabers.

"You haven't told him?" Giac asked as he watched Obi-Wan fasten his belt around his waist.

"Told him what?" Obi-Wan asked back, knowing whom Giac was talking about but pretending to not know what he was referring to as he fiddled with the belt. He didn't look up or meet Giac's eyes, instead keeping his eyes on the belt, even though it wasn't that hard to fasten.

"You know exactly what, Obes. Anakin may not be related to you by blood like I am, but you still might as well be brothers. I've seen the news feeds on the holonet – you two fight like you and I do. Together." Giac paused, letting the statement sink in as he observed Obi-Wan for any kind of reaction. He frowned when Obi-Wan continued to keep his emotions hidden underneath a wall of impenatrable armor.

"I saw how worried he was about you too, " Giac continued, "you can't fake what I saw on his face when you were injuried. He would probably die for you if he was forced to, as I bet you would do if it was his life on the line. You need to tell him. You need to trust him."

"Whoever said I don't trust him?" Obi-Wan snapped, the facade cracking. Giac only gave him a look that asked what is it then. Obi-Wan eventually gave in when he realized he had to answer, hugging his torso in discomfort. "I do trust him. I just..."

"Just what?" Giac prompted, eyes soft and patient.

"I-I just don't know how to tell him. I guess as well, if I'm being honest, I don't want to." Obi-Wan sighed, finally admitting the horrible truth. Giac seemed to pause, thinking his brother's words over, before placing his hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder, making the younger Kenobi look up at him.

"Obi, you have to tell him. Stall him all you want, it doesn't change the fact he's going to find out sooner or later, and if he finds out later, chances are he'll be angrier than if you tell him now. I'm sure if you explain everything – and I mean everything - he might not even be angry with you. In fact, I bet he will be more likely to come to you with new found respect, if not sympathy at the very least." Giac let out a small chuckle then, one which Obi-Wan didn't return. Giac was one of the very few people who could read his brother's expressions, even when to most Obi-Wan appeared expressionless. All Giac could see now on Obi-Wan's face could only be described as fear. Taking a deep breath, Giac squeezed his brother's shoulder in an effort to offer comfort. "Look, I know it's hard. Sometimes, memories are the worse form of torture – you and I both know that. But we can't let it control us. You have to tell him."

"Your brother is right, Obi-Wan." Dexter added after Giac, contributing to the conversation.

"Dexter, please stay out of this. It's bad enough having to deal with him." Obi-Wan wined, pointing a finger at Giac.

"You'll also remember I'm your brother's best friend and I don't have a choice but to agree with him, especially since he's the King and could have me executed." Dexter replied, a small smile creeping onto his face.

"Even when he doesn't have any common sense?" Obi-Wan dryly asked, Giac behind him now looking more offended than ever.

"Even then, I'm afraid." Dexter's smirk grew, Obi-Wan mirroring his expression. Giac just glared at them both, striding over to stand between them so they would turn their attention back to him.

"Hey! I'll have you know while I lack common sense, I make it up with sarcasm, and if you two feel need to gang up on me, at least have the decency to wait until my back is turned!"

"Sure, your highness, whatever you say." Dexter teased.

Giac looked at Dexter, blinking a couple of times. "You're making fun of me aren't you?"

"Not Commander Dexter, Your Lordship." Obi-Wan denied. "He wouldn't dream of doing such a thing to his Highness." Giac looked at Obi-Wan, who was trying (and failing) to suppress a smirk. Then he looked back at Dexter, who was in much the same position.

"I hate you." Giac muttered, causing the other two occupants in the room to only grin wider. "I hate you both. And don't think I don't know what you're doing Obi." Giac jabbed a finger at his younger brother, whose smirk slid off his face in seconds.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Obi-Wan stated blankly. Giac's eyes only narrowed.

"Really? So you're not redirecting the conversation then?"

"Are you sure you're not redirecting the conversation Giac?" Obi-Wan countered, raising an eyebrow. Giac chose to ignore his comment.

"You're doing it again!" Giac accused furiously as he jabbed a finger at Obi-Wan.

"So are you!" Obi-Wan shot straight back.

"All right, you two, lets just agree to disagree. If you two keep arguing, we'll be here all day." Dexter broke the squabbling duo apart, pushing them both away from one another as they sent each other glares.

"Fine." Obi-Wan grumbled when he looked away.

"Fine." Giac agreed after a few seconds. "But Obi is telling Anakin."

"Giac..." Obi-Wan warned, though Giac was having none of it.

"No. You're telling him. That's final." Obi-Wan and Giac's eyes locked again, both of them refusing to back down. Then Obi-Wan sighed, looking way.

"Ok." Obi-Wan shrugged, earning a triumphant smile from his brother.

"Good. Wait – What?" Giac did a double take, watching Obi-Wan as he walked away.

"I'll tell him." Obi-Wan confirmed, calling over his shoulder.

"Wait a minute. You never give in that easily. What's the catch?" Giac suspiciously asked, running to catch up with his brother.

"No catch. I'll tell him when we get to the palace." Realization seemed to dawn on Giac's face instantly, anger starting to creep up inside him because of how frustrating Obi-Wan could be.

"The palace! You should tell him now! Tessa probably worked her socks off to get him to leave your bedside, and she most likely only managed that by promising you would explain everything once you woke up!"

"You told me to tell him Giac and I will. It's your mistake that you forgot to specify when and where." With that, Obi-Wan stormed past Dexter and out the door, leaving a very stunned Giac in his wake. Dexter however, was smirking, already realizing that Obi-Wan had found a loophole in Giac's words. It seemed Obi-Wan lived up to his reputation as the The Negotiator.

"It's times like this Giac, that make you realize how much like your mother your brother really is." Dexter commented, looking at the empty doorway Obi-Wan had disappeared through. Giac quickly recovered from his shock, his eyes turning worried.

"That's what worries me."

"Obi, wait!" Giac called, racing round a corner. His brother didn't stop, instead heading for the hanger doors at a quicker speed. "I said wait dammit!" Giac grabbed Obi-Wan's arm, making him stop in his tracks.

"Giac, I told you, I'll tell Anakin and Ahsoka when we land."

"I know. I'm not trying to convince you otherwise. It's a lost cause, just like it was with Mother when she had her mind set on something. You're a lot like her Obi." At his words, Obi-Wan looked away, avoiding Giac's gaze and sad smile.

"I know. I have her hair color and her eyes. You've said it a million times." Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, hiding his sorrow under a layer of humor.

"I know." Giac chuckled, though Obi-Wan was more reluctant to join in. "I just wanted to say, if you want me to, I'll help you tell Anakin and Ahsoka as well as any clones you don't mind telling too."

"You'd do that?" Obi-Wan asked, eyes lighting up a bit.

"Well, it's like I said, memories can be the worst form of torture. I don't want you to relive the pain alone." Giac offered a small smile, one that this time, Obi-Wan returned.

"Thanks Giac."

"Your welcome. What are brothers for? Plus, this way I get to throw a few embarrassing stories in too." Giac winked, earning a playful shove from Obi-Wan. The unexpected shove made him stagger back a few steps, an offended look spreading across his face. "Oh, now you are so dead!" He proclaimed, chasing Obi-Wan down the corridor. Obi-Wan sped away, a smile tugging at his lips.

"You'll have to catch me first!" Giac obviously took that challenge to heart, racing after his younger brother, before tackling him to the ground. On his way down, Obi-Wan instinctively used the force to open a door that his head was about to smash into, both him and Giac rolling through the now open doorway. Obi-Wan was about to get back up and get Giac back for tackling him to the ground when he realized something: they were not alone.

Giac groaned on the floor next to him before, after looking up, freezing at the sight too. They were in the hanger, surrounded by injured clones and Selencian soldiers alike. All the injured clones and soldiers had been treated, armor discarded on the floor only to be replaced with bandages and bacta patches. Nearly everyone was sat down, except for a few Selencian soldiers who selflessly had given their spot for the clones. Tessa was nowhere to be seen - probably in the cockpit with the pilots instead.

Obi-Wan's eyes found Anakin's, who understandably, looked quite shocked at the sudden appearance. The last time Anakin had seen Obi-Wan was when he passed out on a med bay bed so it was no surprise that he looked quite worried too. Ahsoka didn't look much different, her eyes widening at the sight of Obi-Wan and Giac on the floor. Anakin's mouth opened, taking a while before he managed to get any words out.

"Obi-Wan?"

"Anakin?" The duo scrambled to their feet, Anakin, Ahsoka, Rex and Cody standing up too. Anakin instantly walked over to Obi-Wan, already scanning him from head to foot for his injuries.

"What do you think you're doing? You should be resting, not...Not...What were you even doing?" Obi-Wan was about to respond when Giac interrupted, pointing a finger at his younger brother.

"He started it!"

"I did not!

"Did too!

"Did not!"

"Did too!" Anakin stood flabbergasted as his former master, a master that although at times could beat him with his sarcasm levels but could also be strict to a point he was no fun, argued with his brother like Anakin had seen the younglings do in the Jedi Temple. It soon developed into a shouting match, the argument spiraling out of control. The row was so loud that Tessa appeared out of the cockpit, just as the Selencian commander came through the corridor. She jumped down the ladder and walked over to Anakin's side, the commander making a b-line for Anakin too. Both Obi-Wan and Giac had resorted to speaking in a different language by now, Anakin clueless about what they were shouting about.

"Do you know what they're saying?" Anakin asked when she got there. However, it wasn't her that answered, but the Selencian commander, Dexter.

"Skywalker, trust me, you don't want to know." Dexter commented, shaking his head as he let out a chuckle at something Giac said to Obi-Wan.

"Indeed. They're speaking in ancient Selencian Skywalker. Not many people still use it, with basic being the main language now. However, we still use the language of our ancestors to communicate on missions, since it helps if you're enemy doesn't have clue about what you're saying. It also comes in handy when you want to insult someone without them knowing." Tessa explained, her smile widening too. However, Anakin only frowned.

"Wait a sec, I've heard him mumble stuff in a different language before. Was he insulting me?" Anakin asked, offended. Dexter and Tessa could only smile wider.

"Either that or he was swearing. Both are plausible guesses." Dexter added.

"Obi-Wan swears!" Dexter couldn't help but burst out laughing then at Anakin's exclamation, while Tessa smiled harder.

"You'd be surprised Skywalker. Just because Obi-Wan's a prince doesn't mean he doesn't have a dirty mouth. Anyway, I better break up this fight before they stop using words and start using their fists." Tessa stated, striding over to the squabbling duo. To Anakin's surprise, instead of yelling at them to stop arguing, Tessa grabbed their heads and after adding a fair amount of force, made them headbutt each other. She then took at step back as they both groaned and let out cries of pain, hands holding their now bruised foreheads.

"Ooww!" Obi-Wan moaned, Giac echoing him.

"That hurt Tessa! I could have you flogged for that you know!" Giac threatened, sending Tessa an angry glare. Both him and Obi-Wan were still clutching their heads in pain, though Tessa showed no sign of sympathy. Instead, she raised an eyebrow at Giac's threat and met his eyes with a 'oh really' look as she crossed her arms across her chest. Realizing his mistake, Giac backed away, gulping in fear at the sight. "Not that I would ever do that though." He added quickly, making Obi-Wan laugh beside him at his reaction.

"I forgot how hilarious you two are." Obi-Wan said between chuckles, only laughing harder when Giac glared at him.

"Alright, now you two have stopped arguing, can someone please explain to me what's going on? I mean, Obi-Wan, why are you out of bed? You were seriously injured!" Anakin demanded, loosing his patience and gesturing to Obi-Wan to emphasize his point. Obi-Wan instantly stopped laughing, standing stock-still.

"Um...I felt better?" He suggested pitifully.

"Really? You had broken ribs, a fractured wrist, punctured lung and an bleeding leg and you managed to get out of bed because you felt better?" Anakin challenged, anger leaking into his voice. Lost for words, Obi-Wan turned to Giac who met his gaze, instantly reading his thoughts.

"Oh no, don't look at me! I told you he'd want to know when we left the med bay!"

"Know what? Tessa said you'd tell me so start talking Obi-Wan. I'm tired of waiting." Anakin demanded angrily.

"Told you so." Giac whispered into Obi-Wan's ear, who only ignored him.

"I'm sure you can wait a little bit longer Anakin. I'll explain everything when we get to the palace once we land. I promise."

"Everything?"

"Everything." Obi-Wan agreed. Anakin looked satisfied, for now at least.

"And as a bonus, you get to be the talk of Selencia for a few days. The chat we had on that com link leaked to the Selencian press – there's a huge crowd waiting for us when we land." Giac added, winking at Anakin.

"Please don't remind me." Obi-Wan groaned, his eyes closing for a second.

"You're only saying that because you blush when hot girls give you compliments. And if you really are that bothered by it, maybe you should get a girlfriend, or even better a wife. At least then the fans might get discouraged."

"Giac, I'm a Jedi. I can't get married; it's against the code. Heck, if the council found out, I'd be expelled." Anakin was now paying attention to Obi-Wan's and Giac's conversation, his eyes darting back and forth between the two. If Giac was about to say what he thought he was going to say, Anakin definitely shouldn't have judged him so soon.

"Whoever said anything about telling the council?" Anakin totally called it.

"You can't be serious." Obi-Wan did not look impressed, and even though he didn't know he was doing it, he was making Anakin's heart clench tightly in his chest. Obi-Wan didn't notice Anakin's crestfallen face.

"What? I'm just saying, what the council members don't know doesn't hurt them."

"So I just get married and don't even think about the consequences. Yes, I can see that plan working out so well." This time Anakin chose to glare at Obi-Wan's sarcastic comment instead, taking it to heart.

"At least the fans wouldn't be bothering you. Well, all except one." Giac's face broke into a dirty smirk, making Obi-Wan only glare harder. Anakin however, chose to snort with laughter, his dirty mind getting the better of him.

"Oh really. Tell you what, I'll humor you: say if I could get married, who would I even get married to?" At Obi-Wan's question, Giac smirked and raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile spreading over his lips. Obi-Wan got the message, instantly going beat root red. "Shut up." Obi turned away, crossing his arms while Giac's smirk only widened.

"You're blushing."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are!"

"No, no I'm not and I swear if you don't shut up-"

"You'll what? Not invite me to the wedding?" Giac mocked, his hands coming to his chest in fake offence. It made many of the soldiers snicker, especially Anakin and Ahsoka, Anakin not even trying to hide his laughter. Obi-Wan did not look amused.

"I'm a Jedi, Giac. The Order's rules were made to be followed. Nothing was made to be broken." Obi-Wan patronized, falling into lecture mode.

"Uh, piñatas." Giac protested.

"Glow sticks." Anakin added, surprising Giac by being on his side.

"Karate boards." Giac backed up, now smiling at Anakin.

"And rules." Both Anakin and Giac said in unison, high fiving each other afterwards. Obi-Wan looked like he'd walked into his worst nightmare.

"I give up." Obi-Wan muttered, face palming.