Just a little oneshot I came up with when I was dead tired one night, watching the Clone Wars. Not my best work, but it's fluffy. Set early in the Clone Wars. Virtual cookie to those who know which episode I'm referencing!

Enjoy some shameless bromance. :)

His eyelids drooped as soon as he stepped through the doorway to his shipboard quarters, the energy required to keep up his alert façade gone. On the bridge, Obi-Wan had asked him when the last time he had slept was. If he thought about it and answered honestly, the answer would have been too long. So he didn't think about it, chasing those thoughts from his head and replacing them with his hunt for General Grievous. The task was all-consuming, the burning desire to save innocent lives spurring him on. But when the Arabesh characters on the display blurred so badly that his tired eyes could not decipher one from the next, he finally gave up.

He sat on his bed widthwise, leaning back to rest against the wall. Sluggishly, his mind fumbled the thought that perhaps that had not been the best course of action – or inaction – just yet. He gazed down at his still-booted feet, but before he made a move to rectify the situation, his eyes drifted the rest of the way shut.

-SW-

Anakin did not usually disappear. Well, that wasn't strictly true. Anakin did tend to disappear now and again to fix something, tinker with his fighter, or to cool down when something upset him. But never was he gone during an important mission such as this. They both knew, after all, that any innocents that happened to get in Grievous's way would be killed with the utmost prejudice, and Grievous would not be slowed in the least by the trail of death he would leave. This information in mind, Anakin's disappearance concerned Obi-Wan.

A quick Force-aided search of the ship helped him locate the younger Jedi's unique Force signature, and he headed toward it. He knocked on the door upon arriving, but received no response. Even the Force was quiet, not a flare of recognition from the other side of the door. Obi-Wan debated with himself silently – Should he preserve Anakin's privacy? – before his concern for the younger man quickly won out. He opened the door.

The sight that greeted him was one that he had not seen since Anakin's first few years at the Temple. Anakin was slouched against the wall behind his bed, his left arm draped across his stomach and his mechno-arm on the bed next to him. His booted feet were on the floor, as if he had meant to only sit for a moment, but had forgotten to get back up. His head was bowed, his eyes closed and his long hair falling into his face.

A small smile played on Obi-Wan's lips as he called on the Force to aid him. Gently removing his old Padawan's boots, utility belt, and left glove, he laid Anakin fully on the bed, knowing the Knight's neck would be happier this way when he awoke.

Memories of when he did the same for a freshly-ten-year-old, sandy-haired boy, utterly exhausted after rigorous 'saber lessons pulled at him, coaxing another smile from Obi-Wan as he turned off the lights and quietly left.

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~Mirnava