At first he thinks its a rumor that’s grown.
After all, five feathers becomes ten hens as his mother once said about rumors so Anakin doesn’t put much faith into the whispered stories he catches in the temples halls and in the refectories about Master Qui-Gon abandoning his padawan in an active war zone.
He has too many things to consider on his own, too much work and the Council breathing down his neck about potentially taking a padawan of his own to consider his lineage brother at this moment.
Honestly for all he knows the boy is quite safe and in class or maybe he’s left the order and that’s why the rumor is as it is.
Kenobi would not be the first padawan to leave the Order, finding the path to knight too harsh for him to handle.
It’s not a rumor much to Anakin’s great horror as he finally gets it confirmed by Plo Koon of all people when he bumps into the kel dor, the man confirming with reluctance that Qui-Gon has left behind his padawan on Melida/Daan, citing ‘differences of opinions’.
Anakin wishes to vomit but forces himself to bow in respect to the other who has done nothing wrong but be the messenger when Qui-Gon himself should have been the one to inform him of young Kenobi.
Long legs breaks into a sprint the moment he has excused himself from Plo and the next few hours are lost to Anakin as he somehow manages to wrangle a mission out of Yoda to retrieve young Kenobi, pack an emergency bag and suddenly he’s off into space in less than two hours in one of the speediest of ships the order has, barely enough for one Jedi, much less two but it is fast and it will get Anakin to Melida/Daan where that foolish boy is.
After entering hyperspace Anakin can finally read the mission report that Qui-Gon has logged, the details short but enough to make the knight see red at his former master.
The Jedi had arrived to rescue Master Tahl.
They had discovered civil war, discovered children from what it sounded like caught in the middle and Kenobi, young and idealistic, had wanted to help while Qui-Gon had wanted to return with Tahl as their mission demanded.
Anakin could see both sides of this.
Instead of just a foolish boy, there is also a foolish, emotional Jedi master.
Instead of picking his karking teenager of a padawan up and carrying him onto the ship, the minor he was responsible for, Qui-Gon had left the boy behind on a world with civil war that had shown it would not think twice about hurting a Jedi, much less killing a youngling even of their own planet so Obi-Wan was in danger with every breath he drew.
He had known that his master hadn’t wanted a padawan, that Qui-Gon was emotionally compromised thanks to Xanatos, but to abandon him like that…
Feeling utterly sick, Anakin buried his head in his hands, pressing his palms into his eye sockets until it hurt before mentally shaking himself harshly and forcing his emotions out into the Force, to control himself as he grabbed for just a little sense of equilibrium.
He had a padawan to rescue, a padawan who must be terrified, lost and potentially hurt.
A lineage brother who clearly needed more than what Qui-Gon could provide and therefor needed rescue.
Maybe from Qui-Gon himself but for sure from a planet caught in civil war.
When he gets there…
Well, it is once more a blur of activity, of searching, of hopelessness until finally he finds the boy only to have one of his worst case scenarios become reality as Obi-Wan is not leaving Melida/Daan unscratched.
He ends up carrying Obi-Wan onto the ship, leaving behind a war torn planet with dead children and a fragile peace between the Melida and the Daan that he is not sure will last but hopes for Obi-Wan’s sacrifices that it will at least last somewhat as they leave behind the planet.
And one of Obi-Wan’s legs get left behind too, somewhere on the battlefield of mines and the dead locals.
Settling the boy on the single bunk as the autopilot takes them out into space, Anakin dragged out the medkit with a tight expression as Obi-Wan sat against the durasteel wall with a blank look in his eyes and his hands in his lap. He barely even twitched when Anakin gave him a hypospray of the strongest pain medication he had though when Anakin started unwrapping the filthy bandages around the left stump, he flinched and closed his eyes.
If Anakin was to guess, the boy had yet to cry for the loss.
So he had a traumatized, abandoned, injured and lost padawan on his hands and once more Anakin cursed out his old master in his head as he stared down at the still bloody stump of what had once been a healthy leg.
‘Qui-Gon, what have you done?’ He questioned in anguish before gently cupping Obi-Wan’s cheek and smiling at the boy, taking notice of the braid tucked into his nerf tail. “Hey, I know it hurts, but I’m here. I’m not going to let things go to badly.” Anakin promised quietly.
Green eyes stared back blankly.
‘Qui-Gon you utter bastard, what have you done to this boy?’ Anakin despaired even as he clung to a weak smile for Obi-Wan’s sake as it washed in on him that he could not give this boy back to his old master.