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The mess of the ship was bustling with noise as clones came and went, carrying trays of food and discussing their upcoming mission. [Y/n] plonked her tray of food onto the table next to Obi-Wan’s and wiggled into the seat. Across the table was Ahsoka, picking at her food with an annoyed look on her face.
‘Anakin said there’d be steak today,’ she muttered to herself, obviously disappointed in the unrecognizable pile of food on her tray.
Obi-Wan looked up at [y/n] when she approached and gave her a smile, which she immediately returned. As she sat down her leg brushed against his, unintentionally, but he found himself enjoying the short moment of contact nevertheless. He enjoyed having her close, even if he really wasn’t allowed to. They had only just returned from another mission, only to be sent out on a new one immediately after. On their previous mission, Obi-Wan had found himself in [y/n]’s company repeatedly, sometimes secretly on purpose. He felt at ease around her, though he couldn’t quite name why. Their similar senses of humor were an added bonus, but when she was around, he just felt… lighter.
[Y/n] was having similar thoughts herself, though she’d never voice them. She knew attachments were strictly forbidden, and for good reason. She had only recently found herself doubting whether any reason would really be good enough to ban any and all attachments. Her thoughts had been caused by Obi-Wan, of course, whom she had always admired as a friend and fellow jedi, though recently there had been something more. Her thoughts were on the last night of their previous mission, when she’d found herself unable to sleep and had spent the evening watching the stars above them with Obi-Wan.
‘So,’ Ahsoka said suddenly and she looked up from her tray at the two jedi across from her. ‘I thought attachments weren’t allowed.’
The question caught [y/n] off guard and she nearly choked on the bite she’d just taken, which sent her into a coughing fit. She quickly took a sip of her drink to calm herself and catch her breath, and quickly glanced over at Obi-Wan. His mouth was open as if he was about to speak, but the words seemed to have escaped him.
‘Why -’ [y/n] cleared her throat, ‘- why do you ask?’
Ahsoka shrugged. ‘It’s just that Anakin and Senator Amidala seem to be quite close.’
Oh.
‘Um, well, they are…’ [y/n] was searching for words and sent a glare to Obi-Wan to plead with him to help her out here. ‘In a… professional way, they are, yes.’
She could tell from the look on Ahsoka’s face that she wasn’t buying it, but she didn’t ask any follow-up questions. Obi-Wan seemed to rediscover his ability to talk now that Ahsoka’s question had been answered. It had been answered poorly, but it was answered nonetheless.
‘Well, I’d better get going,’ he said as he got up from his seat and picked up his tray. ‘I have a lot of documentation to prepare.’
As he got up, he turned to [y/n] and gave her a quick wink, perhaps to apologize for leaving her to answer Ahsoka’s question by herself. [Y/n] returned his expression with a smile, wordlessly forgiving him. She watched as he walked away, still smiling. When he disappeared in the crowd of clone troopers, [y/n] turned her glance back to the table, only to find Ahsoka staring at her with raised eyebrows.
‘Actually, I have some - uh - work to do myself,’ [y/n] muttered, suddenly feeling her cheeks go red under Ahsoka’s scrutinizing glare.
Pull yourself together! she thought to herself. She’s a teenager for goodness’ sake! They all look like that.That doesn’t mean she can read minds!
[Y/n] quickly gathered up her half-eaten tray of food and left Ahsoka sitting at the table by herself. It was almost embarrassing how keen she was to get away from Skywalker’s padawan. There was just something about that kid that made [y/n] wary of underestimating her. She seemed a lot more aware of certain things than some of the other padawans [y/n] had met. But then again, Ahsoka was Anakin’s padawan.
‘Ah, master [y/n]!’
She had been so caught up in her own thoughts that she hadn’t noticed Obi-Wan standing in the hallway outside the mess. As soon as her eyes caught sight of him, that stupid big smile returned to her face before she could stop it.
‘Master Kenobi.’ She tried to compose herself, but ultimately failed because Ahsoka’s question was still lingering in the back of her mind.
‘I was hoping I would be able to discuss the battle plans for our upcoming mission with you,’ Obi-Wan said. ‘Perhaps I can stop by your quarters tonight?’
‘Of course.’ [Y/n]’s heart raced faster at the thought of Obi-Wan in her quarters tonight, but she luckily managed to quell any inappropriate thoughts. Obi-Wan bowed his head and walked away, leaving [y/n] with something to look forward to.
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As Obi-Wan walked through the corridors that evening, datapad in hand, he couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. Which was ridiculous. Very ridiculous. This was just a platonic, casual, most of all professional meeting of two jedi masters, one of whom just happened to be incredibly attracti-
The sound of a door sliding closed thankfully interrupted Obi-Wan’s thoughts. Senator Amidala’s door, to be precise. Outside it stood Anakin, his hair tousled and a faraway look in his eyes. He had that smirk on his face as well, the one that told Obi-Wan immediately that he’d been up to no good.
‘Anakin.’
The younger jedi jumped slightly, having been so caught up in his own world he hadn’t even realized the presence of his former master. Anakin turned, only to see Obi-Wan raise an eyebrow at him.
‘Ah, master, I was - uh -’ Anakin started, but stopped when Obi-Wan raised a hand.
‘Save it, I don’t think I want to know,’ he said wearily.
‘Right.’ Anakin stood up straighter, feeling like a little boy caught going through his mother’s kitchen looking for snacks. ‘I’ll see you in the morning?’
Obi-Wan sighed and watched as his mentee turned and fled back to his own quarters. He knew he should’ve said something to Anakin, to remind him of what was right and what was wrong, but he didn’t have the strength tonight. Besides, he knew the chance of Anakin actually listening to him was slim to none. So he decided to just let this one go for the sake of his own sanity, and carried on to [y/n]’s quarters. He knocked on the door and his mood immediately improved when he saw her.
‘Master [y/n],’ he said with a smile.
‘Ah, yes, the battle plans, I’m sorry,’ [y/n] said with a sigh, looking frazzled. ‘Please, come in.’
As Obi-Wan followed her into her quarters, he was confused at what he was seeing. The room itself was dimly lit by candles and a small camping cooking kit was sitting in the middle of the room. A small pot was on top of the flame, some sort of soup softly bubbling away inside.
‘I’m so sorry,’ [y/n] said, wringing her hands together. ‘One of the light bulbs popped and took the whole fusebox with it, so I’ve had to light candles. I went to report it to maintenance, but from what I gathered it’ll be a while before they can repair it. Something about the hyperdrive and imminent failure…’ She paused for a second. ‘I’m sure we’re fine though. Anyway, I was putting together a soup from bits I’ve managed to collect on our last mission, because the food in the mess today was - uh - interesting…So, well, I forgot you were coming.’
[Y/n] seemed to realize she was rambling on, unable to stop the nervous word vomit from spilling out. She felt very bad that she’d forgotten about Obi-Wan coming over, and with everything going on she’d even forgotten to prepare the battle plans they’d be going over.
‘Don’t worry,’ Obi-Wan said, a soft smile on his face. ‘Not all is lost.’
[Y/n] relaxed a bit. ‘No, I suppose not.’
He held out his datapad. ‘I did most of the work this afternoon. I just need you to share your thoughts with me.’
‘I think I can manage that,’ [y/n] said. She was smiling now as well, and gestured for Obi-Wan to sit down on the bench. ‘Would you like some soup?’
He glanced over at the small pot and remembered what the food in the mess had looked like earlier that day. ‘I’d love some.’
So [y/n] grabbed some bowls and spoons and served them both what appeared to be a vegetable soup. She explained quickly that it wasn’t going to be great, that she’d just put it together with whatever was left over from their last expedition and that cooking definitely wasn’t one of her talents, but Obi-Wan didn’t care. If there was anything he’d learned over the years of being a jedi, it was that a warm meal was a blessing in any situation. And now he’d found himself in an unexpectedly intimate situation with [y/n], so he wasn’t going to complain.
After they’d had their soup - which turned out to be better than expected – they moved on to the battleplans stored on Obi-Wan’s datapad. [Y/n] moved closer to where he was sitting so she could see the plans better and as she did so, her hand brushed against his. She pulled back immediately, out of reflex but also out of surprise at the shock that ran through her as soon as their hands touched.
Don’t get distracted! she thought to herself. Stay focused. It doesn’t mean anything!
As they went over the plans, their hands accidentally brushed together a couple more times, and they exchanged many glances and smiles. All professional, of course. Purely platonic. So platonic even, that [y/n] found herself wondering what it’d be like to kiss him. Would he stop her? Probably. Definitely. As any good jedi would. And [y/n] knew Obi-Wan was a great jedi. Maybe even one of the best. How annoying. Maybe if he wasn’t such a good jedi he’d just kiss her already.
Their meeting ended way too quickly for Obi-Wan’s liking. But there weren’t any more plans to talk about, and he felt as if he should leave before making her suspicious of his intentions. Not that he had any intentions, of course.
‘I’ll see you in the morning,’ [y/n] said as Obi-Wan stepped into the corridor. ‘We shouldn’t be too far off our destination by then.’
He smiled. ‘Good night, [y/n].’
‘Good night, Obi-Wan.’ With that, the door to her quarters slid shut and left him standing in the corridor by himself. He found himself still smiling, deep in thought. But his thoughts were interrupted as soon as he turned to walk away and saw Anakin standing in the corridor with that smug grin of his plastered on his face.
‘Well well well,’ the younger jedi said, crossing his arms and tilting his head.
Kriff. ‘It’s not what it looks like.’
‘I’m not sure what you mean, master,’ Anakin said, still grinning.
‘I was discussing battle plans with master [y/n],’ Obi-Wan said, regaining his composure. ‘If you must know.’
Anakin chuckled. ‘Yeah, I’m sure you thoroughly explored her battle plans.’
‘As a matter of fact, I did -’ Obi-Wan realized what Anakin was implying as soon as the younger man burst into laughter. ‘Anakin!’
But Anakin turned on his heel and walked off before Obi-Wan could lecture him, his laughter echoing in the corridor. For a moment, Obi-Wan contemplated going after him to set the record straight, but he knew it’d do no good. He realized it’d be a while before Anakin would let this one go, and it’d be no time at all before Ahsoka and all the clones would be informed of the situation by his mentee. He sighed. Something told him it was going to be a long mission.
Obi-Wan started walking towards his own quarters when the ship was suddenly and violently ripped out of hyperspace. The whole ship shook, throwing him against the wall as alarms started blaring. Within seconds, Anakin was back by his side, as well as [y/n] who had emerged from her quarters.
‘What’s going on?’ [y/n] asked, looking bewildered.
‘Unscheduled stop?’ Anakin guessed, shrugging his shoulders.
‘I would think it’s a bit more than that,’ Obi-Wan replied. ‘Come on.’
The three of them ran to the bridge, where multiple alarms were still blaring and the ship’s crew was running around trying to figure out what went wrong.
‘What happened?’ Obi-Wan asked a passing maintenance clone.
‘The hyperdrive failed, general,’ the clone replied. ‘We’re trying to fix it but it seems that -’
The clone carried on giving some technical explanations of the problem that went above [y/n]’s head, so she tuned him out. At the mention of the failing hyperdrive, she’d exchanged a knowing glance with Obi-Wan. So whatever the clones had been busy with earlier that day had been more severe than she’d realized. To be fair, the clone she’d spoken to had seemed to believe they’d be able to get it under control so she hadn’t given it any more thought. And now here they were, marooned somewhere in space, stars knew how far from their destination. Situations like these were annoying, but experience had taught [y/n] that any situation could turn from annoying to dangerous in a matter of minutes.
Ahsoka and Senator Amidala had now joined the group as well as they tried to figure out what to do next. The crew was in chaos, but it didn’t appear that there were any other systems that were damaged or in danger of failing as well. So now all there was to do was wait. [Y/n] sighed. It was going to be a long night.