New contribution to Mustache Cody teacher au. Quinlan is a substitute physics teacher at the school, and although he’s often away, when he comes back he surely makes his presence known LMAO. He would probably be a menace to Obi and a Cody by teasing them a lot, and flirting with Cody to try to get a reaction out of Obi Wan. Poor guys lol. Ty to @sunflowersinheaven for the drawing idea too!
Obi Wan’s message meant that all the surviving jedi knew he was alive. They couldn’t know about anyone else but they knew he lived. He looms so large in their rebellion because of his message. Quinlan carved his own message into the wall of the safehouse for any jedi but knowing only of Obi Wan. He must have been thinking of Obi Wan. Obi Wan immediately knew it was from him. It was intended for him
I cannot believe this show forced me to listen to Obi-Wan say Quinlan’s name with the context from this episode of how both he and Leia want to go home. They wonder about their biological families, wish that they knew more about them, but when the gut-punch moment comes, it’s their adoptive family they want to go back to. “I want to go home.” “Quinlan.” I am on the FLOOR because these two narrative parallels miss their adoptive families and, while Leia may be able to go back to hers for awhile, she’s going to end up just like Obi-Wan, who would give anything to see his dead family again, I am IN PAIN.
Quinlan’s tone is lighthearted, the only way he knows how to be in these situations. “Hey Kenobi,” he calls as he knocks on the door. “Anybody home?”
Anakin answers the door in pajamas. “Hello, Knight Vos,” the little padawan says politely.
“Hey kiddo, I heard from Tachi that you weren’t in your classes today or yesterday,” says Quinlan.
“Oh yeah. Sorry,” Anakin mumbles.
“Is there a reason why?”
Anakin shrugs. “Obi-Wan is in the living room.”
Quinlan takes off his boots at the door, because old Kenobi has always had strong opinions about the tracking of mud and the cleanliness of living spaces. But looking around, it strikes him that the place is not up to Obi-Wan’s usual standards.
“Hey Kenobi,” Quinlan says as he enters the living room. Obi-Wan is curled up in a ball, staring out the window with a blank expression. “Everything going alright?”
Obi-Wan ignores him.
“Buddy, nobody’s seen or heard from you two in a few days. What’s going on here?”
Obi-Wan’s head tilts slightly, glancing towards Quinlan and then quickly away again. “Nothing,” he whispers.
“Areyou feeling alright?” Quinlan falls silent when Obi-Wan meets his gaze again. “I’m sorry, Obes.”
Quinlan knows what this is about. The same thing it’s always about. In the first few months after Qui-Gon’s death, it had been dark and incessant. In the past month or so, Obi-Wan had become less open about his grief, maybe starting to wonder if the socially acceptable period for mourning had passed, but they all knew it was still a heavy weight on him.
Too heavy to lift himself off the couch, some days.
“I’ll make us some tea, would that be alright?”
Obi-Wan gives no response, which is a yes as far as Quinlan is concerned.
Anakin hovers in the kitchenette while Quinlan puts water on to boil.
“You had lunch yet, kid?” he asks over his shoulder.
“No.”
The afternoon is quickly waning into evening; it’s going to be a very late lunch indeed. Quinlan opens the refrigeration unit, and there really isn’t much inside. He files that away under concerning observations about Obi-Wan’s current mental state, but decides he’ll think about it later. He checks a few cupboards before he finds one with some dehydrated soup packets.
“Hey Anakin, is there anything in here that both of you like?” he asks, inviting the young padawan to come pick one out. Anakin frowns over the choices.
“What does this word mean?” he asks, pointing to one of the boxes.
“Haranfruit. It’s a savory vegetable, like a squash.”
Anakin wrinkles his nose and puts the box back. He picks up another one that is just rice and roast nerf.
“This?” he offers.
Quinlan nods. “Sure thing. Do you want to go put on some daytime clothes? I assume those are last night’s pajamas,” he says.
“Okay!” Anakin scurries away.
The tea is ready before the soup. Quinlan sets a cup down on the coffee table in front of Obi-Wan.
“Hey, far be it from me to judge whatever’s going on here,” he says. “I get it. I do. Sometimes you just need to sit in a pile of blankets in yesterday’s clothes. But if you need help, especially with Anakin, you know you can ask any of us, right?”
“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan whispers.
“You don’t owe any apologies tome,” Quinlan says pointedly. “Do you mind if I take him out into the city this afternoon? It’ll give you a little break, and him some fresh air. We can ride up to that huge supermarket, the one where you found Tatooine food that one time.”
In his mind, Quinlan is already brainstorming ideas for simple meals that don’t require a stove or anything that Anakin shouldn’t be operating unsupervised. As a harm-reduction strategy, there should at least be food in the apartment that Anakin could prepare for himself if he got hungry.
Obi-Wan only manages to nod. When the soup is ready, Quinlan sets a bowl next to the teacup, but doesn’t press the issue. Anakin eats his at the kitchen table.
Grief is like this, sometimes. It leaves Obi-Wan feeling helpless.
They’re getting to be old friends now (honestly, Quin feels like they’re getting to be old, period.) Quinlan knows how to provide what comfort he can, same as they would do for any of their friends. He’ll spread the word, and Bant will probably stop by the next morning to offer to take some laundry to the quartermaster and walk Anakin to his morning class. Garen can’t often call from the Starfighter Corps, but he’ll reach out and leave Obi-Wan a message even if Obi-Wan doesn’t pick up.
“It’s okay,” he says, just as a reminder while he’s cleaning up the dishes and getting ready for his outing with Anakin. Obi-Wan doesn’t respond, but Quinlan doesn’t expect him to. “It sucks. But we’re here for you.”
Quinlan being the first one to deface that saferoom fits so well though, as an option. Like. He’s sitting there carving a fancy message into the wood and tala comes in like “that…
…ism a h o g a n y?”
and she can’t decide whether or not she really cares
You’re telling me this woman spent more than two minutes with quinlan vos and didn’t hear some story about quin putting obi-wan’s hand in a bowl of warm water at jedi summer camp and him wetting the bed at age 13? No way
I blew up some screenshots to see what was written on the wall, to see if it was exactly what obi wan says. I was hoping it wouldn’t be and that it would say something silly, but it looks like it’s the exact quote. BUT the name he signed is just “quinlan” which for some reason breaks my heart
He wouldn’t need to include his last name. Any jedi passing through will know exactly who the message means when it says “quinlan”. You wouldn’t sign your last name in a letter to your loved ones. They know exactly who you are. You’re family.
Quinlan being the first one to deface that saferoom fits so well though, as an option. Like. He’s sitting there carving a fancy message into the wood and tala comes in like “that…
…ism a h o g a n y?”
and she can’t decide whether or not she really cares
You’re telling me this woman spent more than two minutes with quinlan vos and didn’t hear some story about quin putting obi-wan’s hand in a bowl of warm water at jedi summer camp and him wetting the bed at age 13? No way
