AN: Guys, I have to tell you, last chapter was so hard to write. I keep getting sections for this story in pieces and then have to rewrite them to make it fit.
P.s. a lot of comments about depressing sex, and non-con… Obi-Wan is extremely depressed and Jango is a rage monster backed into a corner. If Obi-Wan had become clan it wouldn't fix much because he would still be throwing himself into harm's way. Jango basically chooses the clones over a stranger whose motives are opaque.
You know them both, but they don't know each other and they were both consenting adults; that they are both idiots doesn't change that.
Chapter 6 - Easier
Dooku had sent the pair away floored by Jango's arrival with Obi-Wan Kenobi who was supposed to be dead.
Which meant what, the man had teleported?
Dooku said nothing about his grandpadawan's supposed, trying to see if there was a way to turn this to his advantage.
It was disturbing that Obi-Wan would come to him speaking of Sifo-Dyas whose death had been Dooku's pledge to Darth Sidious as his apprentice.
But it had not been a sacrifice on Dooku's part, for, at the end, Sifo-Dyas had been inconsolable.
The Jedi will die. You don't understand! The Jedi will die! All will be lost!
His friend had worn the same expression Obi-Wan had.
I watched him burn.
The look in the young man's eyes…
Dooku closed his own, trying to sense his grandpadawan's presence, but there was none. It was not the same as Sidious's shielding, whose presence appeared as unremarkable, hardly distinct from the world around him.
Obi-Wan didn't feel like that.
No, his grandpadawan felt like a dip in a gravity field where a star should be, yet it was unseeable.
Dooku tried to sense the shape of his power.
If he didn't know it was supposed to be there, he wouldn't have sensed anything at all, but he was….
He had heard his grandpadawan be referred to as the Light of the Order, it was a platitude.
He can't use the Dark Side of the Force.
Dooku would dearly love to test that theory, but behind Obi-Wan's shields was something he had no experience with.
A wariness gripped him. He remembered Qui-Gon's worry, I don't know what to do with him. He courts ruin. He is bright within the Force, but his attraction for war… it will be the death of him.
"I was wrong, Master."
Dooku's eyes flew open and he looked beside him where he was certain he heard Qui-Gon. But that was impossible.
He rose from his throne.
Looking around for his old Padawan, he could almost…
He walked from the room, determined to talk to Obi-Wan tonight; something was off.
He swore he could feel Qui-Gon walking beside him, but there was no one there.
The Master-Padawan bond that might have confirmed or dismissed such a feeling had been broken long before Qui-Gon's passing.
Dooku stopped before Obi-Wan's room, but he doesn't knock, because he could sense that there was no one there.
Or maybe his senses were warped because he felt as if Qui-Gon was behind him.
Laughing at him.
Dooku huffed, walking through the guest hall. He wondered where Obi-Wan had gone, hoping the boy wasn't foolish enough to attempt spying on him.
He comes to an abrupt halt when he feels a spike of…
He glances back toward the room he had just passed; Fett's room.
Dooku hadn't known what to think about Obi-Wan's arrival with Fett, but he hadn't expected them to be together.
And he remembered what Qui-Gon had told him about his apprentice when he stayed behind on Melida/Daan.
He's a Mandalorian, Master. Tor Vizsla's son.
How did he do on his first lone mission? Dooku had asked, his disapproval clear. The Senate had cast the planet from the Republic and thus barring Qui-Gon from returning to his Padawan after securing Tahl at the Temple.
He ended the war, Qui-Gon had said. He had to ask for help because someone sabotaged the peace, but with nothing but a group of starving children, he ended a war and damn near set up a government.
Do you think this is because he is a Vizsla?
He's a Mandalorian, Master, war is his nature.
And yet by your own assessment, Dooku had chided him. He brought peace to the system.
Dooku let out a long breath, Fett working with Obi-Wan could ruin everything. Or fix everything.
It would go against Sidious's plans, but not Dooku's.
By his death, Obi-Wan had already changed the Order, shaken Mace.
"Let him live, if ever you loved me, Master, please, let my Padawan live."
Dooku stilled, and didn't look behind, because if he didn't look, he could imagine Qui-Gon standing behind him.
Alive, the Living Force flowing around him.
Qui-Gon had always been beloved by the Force.
"Why?" Dooku asked into the night. "You always feared him. Feared what he might become."
"I was wrong," Qui-Gon answered. "There is no Chosen One, there is no destiny, there is only what we do and do not fight for. Obi-Wan is the Light."
"Even if he joins the Mandalorians?" Dooku asked, staring down the hall in front of him, fighting his need to look back at the apprentice he considered a son.
"Just as he will always be a Jedi, he has always been a Mandalorian. He is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, just as he is High General Kenobi," Qui-Gon said, his voice clear and real.
Dooku turned around, and there was no one there.
No one at all.
Jango had thoughts upon waking up.
Thoughts about the Jetii clinging to him in his sleep.
Jango was almost certain the man had been celibate for years.
That didn't mean it wasn't good. He had been very good but he had reacted to every touch as if he was starving for it.
It was incredibly validating, and one of the best lays he'd ever had with a stranger.
And he was Tor Vizsla's son.
It was strange that it didn't matter to him much, though it was slightly irritating that the Jedi had, in fact, raised a better foundling than a Mandalorian clan had. Even if the Vizsla Clan were a bunch of dar'manda.
Jango exhaled, he couldn't believe he was doing this, allying with Jetii.
But he knew now that trusting the Sith had been a mistake.
If you went to war, I would follow you, ner Mand'alor.
Did Obi-Wan truly mean he would leave the Order? To go to war?
Maybe that wasn't so surprising.
The first Mand'alor Tarre Vizsla had done the same, hadn't he?
Jango needed to contact Silas, he just hoped the man would answer his call.
"I can sense you plotting," Obi-Wan murmured.
Jango pressed his cheek to the man's ridiculously soft hair, "Reading my mind, Jetii?"
He hummed before saying, "You're too thick-headed for me to hear your thoughts. But your stubbornness, on the other hand, that's tangible."
Jango fought a smile, "Well if that isn't the meteor calling the rock a nuisance."
Obi-Wan laughed, turning and Jango pulled up a bit so they could look at each other, though Jango wasn't quite ready to let him go.
It was winter on this kriffing planet and the Count seemed to like the cold.
And maybe a part of Jango liked the full skin contact too. He had spent the night with anyone since Boba had been born three years ago.
He slid his knee between Obi-Wan's legs, the man's back arched, head tipping back in a long exhale.
Jango knew two things, that he had control over this man and that he himself was far too invested.
Knew he should resist when the pull to Obi-Wan's lips felt like the tug of a tractor beam.
Obi-Wan's kisses were nothing short of addictive.
Whatever he had planned for the morning was ruined by the swish of a door and two pounding feet and a tiny body launching at them.
Obi-Wan laughed shifting so Boba slid between them above the covers.
Jango sighed, "I don't remember ever having as much energy as you do, ner ad'ika."
Boba giggled, then looked at Obi-Wan and patted his soft cheek, "Told you."
Obi-Wan huffed, ruffling Boba's, before flashing Jango a smile.
A smile that was mischief, and suddenly, Jango could see it, the relation.
Not of the Vizsla clan, no, there was nothing of Tor or Pre in this man, maybe of Tarre Vizsla, the first Jetii Mand'alor who had been raised by the Jetiiese, but not the scum that their clan had descended to.
No, Jango saw the man Obi-Wan had claimed as his ba'buir, Count Dooku, in that smirk. He saw the man's cunning, his wit, and a mind that would make for the type of military genius that was only supposed to come around once a century.
"Ah, but we aren't clan yet, Bo'ika," Obi-Wan said innocently.
Jango was certain that he was glaring at Obi-Wan the same way Boba was until the cheeky bastard played his hand.
"That's wholly up to your buir," Obi-Wan said, lips twitching upwards in a smirk.
Boba turned that glare on Jango.
Jango did his best to ignore him as he addressed the Jetii, "Would you truly leave your Order?"
Some spark went out of Obi-Wan's eyes, "I am not Dooku, I will never betray the Light, so in a way, I will always be a Jedi. They will always be a part of me, come what may. But the Republic? Give the word."
"Buir?" Boba asked.
"It isn't that simple, Boba—"
"Buir."
Three-year-olds had no right to be this… precocious.
Obi-Wan laughed, ruffling both of their hair before rising, "I'll make caf." Slipping out of bed.
Jango was a hundred percent distracted by the freckles on his butt and bemoaned the robe he slipped on.
"Buir, we have to keep him," Boba said in a whisper that he was certain Obi-Wan could hear.
"He's a Jetii, Boba."
"He's in your bed," Boba countered.
Jango felt his cheeks flush, because, no, Boba, his three-year-old ad'ika didn't understand what he had just said, but he wasn't wrong.
He looked up and watched Obi-Wan prepare hot water for caf and tea at the small kitchenette in only a robe.
He looked peaceful... and sad.
He is Dooku's grandpadawan, Vizsla's son, a Jetii, Jango attempts to remind himself.
He was also unafraid of death, loyal, and honourable.
Jango trusted him with his son, even though he shouldn't.
"Buir," Boba whined.
"Enough, Boba. He's a stranger."
Boba pouted and said again, "He's not a stranger, he's in our room."
Jango groaned rolling out of bed, this was not going to get easier.
AN: Thoughts, hammerhead sharks, or feedback pretty please?