Two Halfs of One Warrior • Obikin/Vaderwan One-Shots

Go Fuck Yourself Obi-Wan

• Summary: When a strange artifact brings a twenty-three year old Padawan Kenobi to a Jedi temple fifteen years in the future, the council decides the best person to keep the troublesome young man contained is Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi himself.

Over one strange night, Obi-Wan gets to know himself on a- deeper level. Anakin is just along for the ride.

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"How old are you?"

"Don't talk to him, Anakin."

"Twenty-three."

Obi-Wan swallows a groan.

It has been an extremely eventful day and all he wants is a cup of tea and a good book - and a glass of whiskey. Or two. Or three. And maybe something to dull the throbbing pain in his head.

He'd been called into the council chambers in the earliest hours of the afternoon, expecting some sort of debrief or mission assignment, Anakin following closely on his heels as he entered the grand space.

What he hadn't expected was to see himself already standing in the center of the round room surrounded by some of the most powerful and influential Jedi in the galaxy.

He looked very different from the Master who had just entered the room - hair cropped short, eyes wide and shining with the light of youth and the promise of a bright and beautiful future, perfectly maintained braid laid proudly over his shoulder - but it was still him.

It was still Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Young.

Angry.

Argumentative.

Aggressive.

Frustrated.

Flirtatious.

Far too confident for his own good.

Obi-Wan Kenobi.

"What the fuck?"

"Language Anakin."

"Hello there."

The council meeting had been- less than informative, or helpful. There was a vague discussion of some sort of artifact but the whereabouts of said object seemed convoluted at best and no one could be sure if the stone in question would actually return the young man to his place.

No, what the council seemed most concerned with was what to do with him while he was here.

How to keep him-

Contained.

No one had said those words exactly but Obi-Wan knew what they were angling at, he could see the looks on their faces.

The councilors in the room who had known Obi-Wan at that age - a genuine burden of being the baby on the council - all wore the same expression, none of these seasoned Jedi Masters able to control their palpable reactions to seeing the young man before them:

Oh, Force. Not again.

Ultimately, it's decided that Obi-Wan himself was best equipped to handle the younger Kenobi until the council figured out how to return the wayward Padawan. Obi-Wan is fairly certain this is a punishment of some kind - payback for every time one of them had been on the receiving end of his youthful misadventures - it's probably a fair sentence he thinks.

"You look just how I remember you-"

Anakin's voice is small. Soft and sweet.

Admiring.