#bigfatbumblebee

Obi-Wan stared miserably at the mess around him, an insurmountable amount of work.

Time for another cup of tea.

“Tea Master?”

Force bless him, Anakin was looking down at him with a mixture of trepidation and sympathy.

“You read my mind.”

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His ordered piles and stacks of work looked much worse when you weren’t sitting in the middle of it.

Silently, the two Jedi slumped on the squashy sofa now pushed against the wall, and surveyed the damage

“So…anything interesting in all that?” Anakin asked lightly, gesturing towards The Mess.

Obi-Wan resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

“Its all interesting and highly important…and completely undecipherable” he snorted, eliciting a chuckle from his friend.

“’Course it is.” He picked up one of the pads idly thumbing through before Obi-Wan managed to snatch it out of his hands.

“Anakin! That’s highly confidential information!” he scolded.

His relaxed friend was, predictably, unapologetic.

“Yeah yeah” he waved a hand “So go on, what is your super-secret council member codename?”

Obi-Wan frowned.

“I don’t know actually, I haven’t got that far.” He admitted, turning the confiscated pad on and scrolling through. “It’s probably Mangy Tooka or something like that” he muttered.

Anakin laughed.

“Master No-Robe”

“Oi!” that one earned his young friend a dig in the ribs.

“Ginger Menace”

“I’d be quite happy with that one I think” he chuckled, still scrolling through the pad. “I wonder what-“ he stopped.

He’d found what he was looking for.

“What?” Anakin asked, leaning towards him.

“Nothing” he said quickly.

“Oooh you’ve found it! Give it here, what is it?!” the enthusiastic man reached for the pad, Obi-Wan just managing to keep it out of his grasp.

“Well never you mind, it wouldn’t be a very secret code name if I told you now would it?” he said smartly, hurriedly turning the pad off.

Anakin narrowed his eyes.

“Now Padawan” Obi-Wan warned, but too late as a very inappropriate force push had him dropping the pad and it flying directly into his nosey nuisance of a friend’s hands.

“Anakin!”

“Sorry Master I have to see” he was standing now, holding the pad high above his head and reading from below, dancing away from his former Master’s angry grasp.

“No way! These are so…cool?” he said, utterly perplexed. “Huntress for Master Ti, that’s badass! Aw Master Plo is Golden Champion, Kriffing hells! Shield Guardian is so cool no way is that Windu – Ow!”

“Ah ha!”

Obi-Wan had finally climbed over various piles and stacks of pads to give him a good poke in the ribs and winning his pad back. Clutching it protectively he glared at his irritating friend.

“Aww Obi-Wan, c’mon you have to tell me! I know the other’s now!”

Obi-Wan folder his arms and huffed.

“I’ll find out some other way, you know I will if I have to” Anakin pointed out reasonably.

Obi-Wan huffed again.

“Fine.” He threw up his hands. “Fine I’ll tell you but for the love of the Force keep it to yourself.” He paused, checking the pad again to make sure he’d got it right.

“It’s…it’s Guiding Light” he said finally, not taking his eyes off the pad.

He could feel the tips of his ears going pink as he looked at his now silent friend. Anakin had an inscrutable look on his face for a moment before he started nodding slowly, a resigned smile growing as he considered.

“Don’t you dare” Obi-Wan threatened, attempting to head off whatever smart remark was no doubt on his friend’s lips.

In return he got a look of such abject fondness he found himself quite at a loss.

“Guiding Light” the other man repeated, seeming to roll it around on his tongue. “Yep, that’s about right.” he said thoughtfully.

“I…well, thank you Padawan.” Obi-Wan answered awkwardly, looking down at the pad again.

Was it? It certainly didn’t feel like it fit him.

Guiding Light.

An unexpected but undeniably flattering moniker. It was an odd moment of reflection, realising how his fellow council members saw him. In a dark corner of his mind, he’d thought himself appointed to the council solely because of his unique experience of war and his rather un-jedi like affinity for strategy and fighting. He was somebody who could fill a temporary skills gap for their current situation and would soon be politely asked to step down when he was no longer needed.

But they did not, it seemed, see him as a warrior but as a guide. A teacher and a leader.

He looked at the piles of work on the floor once again, sitting down and picking up his mug.

“Not your Padawan anymore” came the expected, automatic reply from his Padawan.

“Oh I know, I know.” Obi-Wan said, sitting down on the sofa once again. “Sit down” he gestured to the seat next to him. “You can keep me company while I keep going.”

Hope you enjoyed! This is a little companion piece to my series Councilor Kenobi on Ao3, my take (in a much fluffier Galaxy, on Obi-Wan being asked to join the Council.)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody, Anakin Skywalker, Mace Windu, Jedi Council, Waxer (Star Wars), 212th Attack Battalion, CT-6116 | Kix, Ahsoka Tano Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Whump, Sickfic, Clones looking after their Jedi, Mace Windu: Space Dad, Everyone looks after Obi-Wan, This makes him very grumpy, Obi-Wan Kenobi is Ill, Slice of Life, BAMF Obi-Wan Kenobi, all the tropes! Summary:

Obi-Wan Kenobi is possibly one of the busiest people in the Galaxy during the Clone Wars, but he is indeed only human. It takes an embarrassing amount of people to convince him of this when he falls ill, as humans occasionally do.