Peace

After so many years, he finally felt true contentment. His brother and mentor were beside him and he was no longer need to worry about the harshness of life. They were together, returning home.

They appeared outside a white building that looked so much like the Jedi Temple he had grown up in. He couldn't help but smile at the sight he loved. Home. It felt and looked like home. He turned to Anakin with the smile and the younger man returned it, his face relaxed and as content as Obi-Wan.

"Master Yoda!" yelled a bunch of childish voices.

Obi-Wan turned back to the Temple and saw a group of young children running down the steps. The younglings Lord Vader had smote down without remorse and the children that died from one accident or another during the years before the Fall. He grinned at the sight of all the younglings crowding the little troll. He looked at Anakin to see how he was taking seeing the children he had killed as Darth Vader. His former padawan was smiling as well, feeling no more guilt or shame.

"Master Skywalker! Master Kenobi!" the children yelled out in excitement. Some of the children ran towards them.

"Oh," Obi-Wan groaned when a youngling ram into his stomach. He chuckled and placed a hand on the boy's head. "Hello to you to, children."

Anakin laughed and Obi-Wan glanced over. His former padawan had a youngling in each arm and two others were wrapped around his legs. Anakin looked at peace. Obi-Wan was glad he was not burdened by the past. He was completely forgiven.

"Obi-Wan! Master Yoda! Anakin!"

They both glanced up. Obi-Wan's eyes lit up with pleasure. "Bant!" Behind his best friend came more Jedi. There was Garen Muln, Quinlan Vos, Siri Tachi, Ahsoka Tano, Dash Le'Shing, and Tahl. Beyond them were Adi Galllia, Mace Windu, Agen Kolar, Kit Fisto, and Plo Koon. And beyond them were more Jedi, some he didn't recognize. They all came to welcome the three last Jedi of the old Order to their home in the Force. Obi-Wan scanned all the happy greeting people, but couldn't find the one face he hoped to see upon his arrival.

"Obi-Wan, you are the luckiest man I know!" Bant said after she gave him a hug. "Of course you would be the last ones to join us up here. You and your silly luck!"

Obi-Wan chuckled. "There is no such thing as luck, Bant. Just the Force." He turned to Garen and gave him a hug. "You did good Garen," he said, referring to his friend's survival of the Jedi Purge and partial training of the young lad, Lune Oddo Divinian. Garen had died, along with three other Jedi Knights, making sure that the half-trained youngster got away from Vader's forces. Obi-Wan knew the young man still lived and would someday join Luke in the New Order.

Garen nodded. "It was easy to accept my fate, knowing there was hope. Hope that you helped keep alive."

Mace Windu came up to him and tilted his head in acknowledgement. "Obi-Wan, welcome home."

Obi-Wan smiled at the former Council member. "It has been long waited," he said to the man that had been Qui-Gon's friend and became his after he was given seat on the Council.

He felt someone come up to him. "Master Windu." Obi-Wan turned slightly and saw Anakin standing at his side, bowing in respect to Mace. Mace Windu and Anakin Skywalker had never gotten along and Mace was the first Jedi Vader had killed. Obi-Wan observed their interaction, ready to speak up if it was needed.

"Knight Skywalker," Mace returned the greeting. He tilted his head in respect. "Well done," he said, breaking the ice between them. "It seems Qui-Gon Jinn was right about you."

Anakin smiled slightly. "Thank you, Master Windu." He glanced around, his eyes searching for someone. "Speaking of…." He was interrupted before he could get the question out.

"Anakin!"

Anakin's eyes widened as he glanced in the direction of the voice. Obi-Wan was able to recognize it easily. A slight figure came through the crowd. Her brown hair pulled back in a braid behind her. Her brown eyes were sparkling with delight. "Padmé!" Anakin shouted, running towards his wife. They rushed into each other's arms, pouring out their love with whispered words and kisses.

Obi-Wan turned from the sight to allow the couple their privacy. Mace turned back to him, his eyes sparkled with amusement. "I should say a hello to Yoda," he said before leaving.

Obi-Wan stepped aside, trying to get out of the welcoming crowd. His eyes danced from one person to another, but he couldn't find who he was looking for.

"He wanted to be here, but we wouldn't allow it," a female voice said from behind him.

He turned and greeted the woman. "Master Tahl," he said with a smile before frowning. "What do you mean 'wouldn't allow it'?" he asked.

"I should say Bant wouldn't allow it," she corrected with a chuckle. "We knew that if he greeted you first, then none of us would be able to get even a hello to you for a very long time. Bant wasn't that patient." Tahl glanced over to his Mon Calamari friend, who was speaking to Anakin and Padmé. "I'm sure you can sneak away now to see him. I'll keep Bant distracted before she can make her way back to you."

Obi-Wan smiled with gratitude. "Where…?" he started to ask.

"You know where," Tahl said before making her way over to Bant.

Obi-Wan glanced around, but no one seemed to be paying him any attention. He took the chance to step inside the Temple.

He headed straight to Room of a Thousand Fountains. He didn't pause to admire the pleasant and peaceful feel of the Temple that he missed so much. He didn't stop to gaze at the cavernous corridors and the white pillars. He didn't stop at the sparing rooms or stop to say a hello to the former healer Giller. Sights that he had longed so much to see again. They paled in comparison to finding the man that raised him since he was thirteen.

The Room of a Thousand Fountains looked exactly as he remembered it. Plant life and trees, waterfalls and winding paths. Benches were scattered here and there. It was peaceful and green. The prefect environment for someone strong in the Living Force.

He went down the familiar path to a small peace clearing with a calm stream. There was someone already there, kneeling down in mediation. Obi-Wan recognized the back of him right away, but it looked different. There were no gray in his long brown hair, but he was still broad and tall. His hair was still partially pulled back. Obi-Wan froze and his heart seized. How long has it been since he last saw him? Twenty-three. Obi-Wan was twenty-three years old. So long ago. So much had changed. So much had happened. So young. He was so young when he died. He had been dreaming of this day ever since that fateful day. Dreaming of seeing him again. Finally acknowledging their family relationship. It wasn't the same during those years on Tatooine just hearing his voice, feeling him once and a while through the Force.

Obi-Wan straightened when the man slipped out of mediation and stood up. He turned and his blue eyes connected with Obi-Wan's multi-color eyes. They stayed that way for only a second before Obi-Wan spoke. "Father," he said huskily, his voice full of emotion.

"Obi-Wan, my son," Qui-Gon said with an equal amount of emotion.

Obi-Wan didn't know which one moved first, but he was soon in the comforting arms of his father's. The embrace was firm. Obi-Wan couldn't believe he was back to the place he belonged. Home. This was home.

"Welcome home, son," Qui-Gon whispered into his ear, as if he read his mind. "Welcome home." He kissed Obi-Wan's temple and his arms tightened around him.

"I missed you," Obi-Wan murmured into his father's chest. His voice was muffled from the fabric. "I missed you so much."

"I never left, son. I've watched over you," his father whispered back. "My brave boy." He pulled back and placed his hands on Obi-Wan's cheeks. "We are never going to be separated again."


A week after the celebration over the fall of the empire ended, Luke knelt down to meditate. It was now his responsibility to start anew the Jedi Order. He couldn't do it without guidance from the Force. He really wished Ben and Yoda was with him now to help with this large task. Luke was thinking of them as he slipped into meditation.

A vision came to him. He saw Yoda surrounded by children, smiling and looking content, and Ben…no, Obi-Wan Kenobi, he wasn't the old hermit Luke knew. He was younger, in his prime. He looked happy. He was standing beside Luke's father. There was a women next to his father. Her smile was bright. She looked remarkably like Leia. Luke knew it was their mother. She looked beautiful and so happy. She was wrapped in his father's arms. A figure appeared behind Obi-Wan. Luke stared at him, feeling like he recognized the man, but couldn't remember why. The man placed a hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder and smiled. He looked proud. Luke was hit with a memory from long ago, of a dream. It was the man that had spoken to him years ago in a dream about Ben. It was Obi-Wan's father, the man who gave him the riverstone. Luke smiled, realizing his family and Ben's family were now together and happy.

"Keep it, Luke," Obi-Wan said. His voice sounded distant and distorted, as if he was speaking through water. "It is yours now."

The vision vanished before Luke and ask him what he meant. He opened his eyes as he slipped from his meditation. He sighed and glanced down. His eyes widened and he gasped in surprise. On the ground laid the riverstone. He reached down and picked it up, feeling the slight vibration and the comforting presence of the Force. "It is mine now," Luke whispered, knowing this was what Obi-Wan meant. "I will take care of it, Ben. I'm glad you were able to be reunited with your father. You deserve it." He smiled as he thought about his parents, who were together and happy and he thought of how happy Obi-Wan looked with his father. "I am glad you all were able to find peace."

"Luke!" Leia called out from behind him.

Luke stood up and placed the stone in his pocket. "Coming!" he called back. He felt at peace as well, knowing his mentors and father weren't burden with life anymore. He smiled before leaving the room, closing the door firmly behind him.


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