A/N Last chapter! It's hard to believe how far this lil fic has come...*gets sentimental* ...*Mihi shoves Celt out of the computer chair and types: JUST READ IT! *in wheedling voice* And tell us what you think!
Obi-Wan sat up with a start. Something was very wrong with Anakin. Emotions were writhing darkly down the bond he still shared with his old Apprentice...
Nightmare? Far too strong for that. He had to get in there. Now. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, the Master strode down the corridor...
Anakin stumbled, fell forwards...into the face. He would be consumed by it.
But the Sith's face was changing... Another face. "Anakin!"
The Chosen One yelled. He was free now, so he Force-shoved that...thing as far away as he could get it.
" You didn't have to do that." Said a very familiar voice. " I'm not your nightmare." Obi-Wan stood up, surveying Anakin, then murmuring "I hope."
Kriff. He had just Force-shoved his Master across the room...and into the wall. Anakin buried his head in his hands. But, but, that thing! Anyone would've done it. Right? He wished Obi-Wan would go away and leave him alone, like usual. Then it occurred to Anakin that he could've hurt him. He hoped not. That would be embarrassing. "Err..are you OK?"
/You didn't kill me./
"Go away Obi-Wan." He mumbled, Use words and lose the sarcasm. He wished that his Master would stop poking down their bond. Stupid bond. Why was it still there? But Anakin's tired mind remembered. There hadn't been time to cut it when he was Knighted, and no one had brought it up since. It had proved to be helpful, sometimes. Other times, it was just annoying. Like now.
"Anakin?" This time it was a question, radiating gentle concern. Not that Anakin noticed. " I said, Go. Away." Anakin cursed his shaking voice.
Obi-Wan tentatively ventured down their bond. It hadn't been used in awhile, and was starting to deteriorate slightly. He hoped Anakin wouldn't notice his presence. He didn't seem to want Obi-Wan around right now. But the older Jedi just wanted to see what was wrong...
"Anakin?" Obi-Wan asked concernedly. His friend was definitely not alright. But the response was not heartening.
"I said, Go. Away."
Oh dear. He must've noticed. But Anakin's voice shook. Obi-Wan looked up, watching his friend. He was perturbed to see that Anakin's shoulders were shaking too, and his hands obscured his face. Had he been the cause, or was it the vision? Obi-Wan's heart twisted at the sight of his former padawan. He wished he could do something. Something he knew wouldn't push Anakin away. The boy said that the older Jedi was his best friend, yet there was so much that he never told Obi-Wan. And actions always spoke louder than words.
"You had a dream." He stated quietly.
"Yeah." Anakin mumbled, rubbing a hand across his face, and sitting back up.
"Would you like to talk about it?" Obi-Wan wished he had found a way to be more...subtle. But there was no answer. He looked up, to see that Anakin was now staring out into some undefinable point in empty space. Shadows from the window flickered across his face, the lights muted by a flimsy shade.
A single tear slid quietly down his face.
/Oh Anakin. What did you see?/
Anakin started, then, realizing that Obi-Wan had used their bond again. He would've glared at his Master, but part of him whispered that is was alright, that Obi-Wan wanted to help. But since when did Obi-Wan care? Since when did he even know how to help?
Obi-Wan felt a pang of guilt to see his old Apprentice in such a state. Attachment, his mind whispered. But he already knew, and he didn't care. Anakin was in need of help, whether or not he wanted it. Obi-Wan covered the small room in a few strides, and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, which now shook violently.
"What did you see?" He asked again.
Anakin's blue eyes met his, and the Knight drew a shaky breath.
"The end of the Jedi...and the rise of...a Sith.." Anakin's voice was equally quiet, and filled with pain. Obi-Wan took a calming breath, quelling his surprise as waited for Anakin to say more.
Nothing but noiseless tears.
What now? Obi-Wan wondered. This was obviously one of Anakin's worst visions. Obi-Wan couldn't just leave him, and trust the boy to sort it out on his own. But what could he do? He hadn't attempted to comfort his friend since right after Geonosis...that had gone over fairly well, but Obi-Wan himself had wanted comforting then... Ah well, Anakin was a mess, and his heart was telling him to act now, ponder later.
The foxy-haired Master gently wrapped an arm around his old apprentice, feeling strangely awkward. What did Master Qui-Gon do when I had nightmares? He asked himself. His musings were interrupted when Anakin let out a choked sob and crumpled into Obi-Wan's shoulder. He rubbed soothing circles on his Padawan's back, again wondering what kind of vision could have extracted such a response from his friend.
Perhaps one that mirrored his own.
Obi-Wan instinctively tightened his arms around the younger Jedi, trying to reassure Anakin that he would never let such a thing come to pass. Anakin's breathing gradually grew steady and the his tears, shining faintly in muted light, grew less. Moments passed, flowing in steady stream that cared not for the falling and rising of anything...
The Jedi Master took a deep breath.
He needed Anakin to tell him of the mission. Otherwise, his Padawan would have to report on it's status at some unholy hour next morning... Obi-Wan looked at Anakin again. Large dark circles, several bruises, and an air of exhaustion. No. That would never do. The Council would see that Anakin was still distressed about his failure. Overly so, by their standards. By most anyone's standards.
"Anakin." Obi-Wan stated, to gain his friend's attention.
"Hmm?" Came the sleepy response. Obi-Wan pushed Anakin off him gently. He needed Anakin to sit up for this.
"Tell me about your mission. " The foxy haired Jedi looked his friend in the eye, capturing his attention.
"What?" Anakin sounded betrayed.
"Look, if you tell me, I'll report on it for you in the morning. But that only works if you tell me everything."
Obi-Wan sensed his old Apprentice draw a shaky breath as he began to relate the story of their ambush...many men had fallen, many more lay in the med bay or nursed their injuries in silence. But there was nothing Anakin could have done. Nothing he hadn't already tried...
The Master blinked, realizing that too much time had passed. Both of them would have to rise early the next morning. Time and senate meetings wait for no-one, he thought wryly.
"Anakin," Obi-Wan said gently,"it is time I went and you got some sleep." He rose and turned to go, wondering if his half-asleep friend had heard him. Then a groggy voice drifted up to his ears.
"What is it, Anakin?"
The reply was soft, but full of emotion. "Thank you."
Anakin was looking up at him, old tears still staining his tired face. Obi-Wan looked down, pondering an answer. He decided on a reminder. "We have a meeting with some senators tomorrow morning, so you had better get some rest."
Anakin put on a small pout. "But Master, going to meetings with the leaders of the Republic to fight the forces of evil is so boring!"
Obi-Wan smiled wryly, secretly marveling at his Padawan's...irreverent sense of humor.
Anakin took a deep breath. Speaking of Senators...There were things Obi-Wan deserved to know. His Master was here, comforting him in a moment of weakness when he deserved to be resting. Obi-Wan would not betray his vision to the Council. A small smile messed with Anakin's face. he cleared his throat softly and sat up straighter, looking Obi-Wan in the eye.
"Master, there are some things...you should know."
Obi-Wan answered him, eyes twinkling.
"I'm right here, Anakin. I'm listening."
There! *sighs with relief* It's done! We still can't believe how far our first multi-chap fic has come. Oh, BTW we never write slash, so don't even DARE to interpret this as such! *Ahem* Big fat, Sithly, Celtic thanks to everyone who reviewed! Wow. This is it. Finis. The End!
~DarthMihi & RandomCelt