Like so many people, I was absolutely devastated with the events of 'Lawless'. It was heartbreaking and so unfair. So, like several others, I'm attempting to rewrite those last moments.

Spoliers ahead! Do not read it you haven't seen the recent episodes!

Thank you so much to xExiledJedix for looking over this!

I hope you enjoy! And please review!


The Heart of a Jedi

Chapter 1

Sometimes, we get a notion of what is about to come. Sometimes, just before an impending disaster, we have an inkling of what is about to happen. As a Jedi, with the Force flowing through his mind, Obi-Wan had experienced the feeling many times. But he'd never felt as desperate as he did now.

Somehow, he just knew that Satine was about to die. The feeling of impending doom was so strong that it froze his muscles in place. Whether it was the Force or his own knowledge that Maul was getting more and more worked up, he didn't know. Perhaps it was just his mind reacting to his instinct to protect the woman choking in mid-air. But as he watched her kick and struggle, her hands grasping at the invisible force squeezing her throat, he knew. Unless he did something, she was going to die. He could feel it, almost like a physical force constricting his chest.

Move! Do something!

The words echoed in Obi-Wan's mind, rebounding in his head like the clamour of bells. He couldn't move, and it took all his strength to speak at all. He couldn't lose her. However much he insisted on denying his feelings, even to himself, he just couldn't lose her. He couldn't face losing another person that he cared about.

His eyes landed on Maul, and in an instant he recognised the feeling. It was the same feeling of dread and fear that had possessed him as a young apprentice, in the moments before this man had killed his master. He was helpless then. He refused to be helpless now. He won't lose her too. He tried to wrench himself away from the men holding him, but their grips simply tightened.

He had come close to losing her before. But this was different. He didn't know whether the memory was a sign, or a warning from his old master. He didn't know whether that strong, calming voice at the back of his mind was a figment of his imagination, but it had the same effect.

The Force was something that existed in everyone, in everything, something that flowed through every universe and every world. The Jedi, and the Sith, were marked apart simply by their ability to tap into it. And even then, none of them could ever access the true potential of the Force. The Sith were prevented by their lust for power, and the Jedi were thwarted by their belief that emotions made you weak. Then, every once in a while, the Chosen One came along, a man or woman who had the potential to access the full power of the Force. A man or woman who was a perfect balance of dark and light. But once, there were no Chosen One's. Once, every Jedi possessed the power of the Force. It flowed through their veins, in their blood, and they could do incredible things. But sometimes, in times of great need, when all hope seemed lost, ordinary Jedi were known to be able to do extraordinary things, acting on instinct that they couldn't control. Now, kneeling in the throne room with the fear creeping up on him, Obi-Wan felt something primal spark inside him.

Obi-Wan, you must focus on the here and now, not what happened in ages past. The words spoken by his master in another time on another planet filled his mind. And now, they made more sense to him than anything in his life ever had. It didn't matter that it was against the Jedi code to love Satine, because here and now he was faced with losing her forever.

He looked up at her. Her beautiful face was contorted in pain, and her body struggled wildly as Maul increased the pressure on her neck.

Move damnit!

But his body was frozen. The fear kept him routed to the spot. But the Force was free. He could feel it thrumming through his body, gathering at the edges of his mind, building into an almost visible force around his hands. The pressure in his head was mounting, like a headache about to burst. Wave after wave of emotion crashed down on him as he stared at Satine, his heart beating wildly in his chest as he tried to summon the strength to move. It was not anger. He knew that emotion well enough, and it was entirely different to what was racing around in his brain. This was desperation. Desperation that he was going to lose the woman he loved.

Maul smiled and drew his Darksaber and the men standing behind him knocked the Jedi master to his knees. At that, the desperation in Obi-Wan reached a peak, and he felt as if his whole body was on fire, threatening to burst. The air was humming with tension, and spots were dancing at the corners of his eyes.

I can't lose her.

Maul turned and ignited his saber, and Obi-Wan saw the hopelessness in Satine's eyes. The voice that burst from his lips was raw with fear and pain, powerful with the Force flowing through him. "No!"

White light blocked his senses, and for a moment there was a total absence of sound. Then without warning, the humming grew louder, the air vibrating with energy as Obi-Wan's hands crackled with friction. And then, just like that, the power building inside him became too much to contain.

The world exploded in a crash of light and sound.

The white light drained from his eyes and he was able to see again. The throne room was crumbling around him. Whatever he had done had been enough to shatter the supports of the walls, and chunks of masonry were rocking the ground on impact. He couldn't hear it though, his ears were full of a high pitched ringing that made him want to clutch his head and cry in pain. Instead, he forced himself to his feet, no longer held down. Staggering forwards, he used the Force to move broken marble and stone out of his way, searching frantically for Satine. His foot came into contact with a hard object, and looking down he saw his Lightsaber rolling on the dust covered ground. He picked it up, grateful for the familiar weight. He ducked his head as another slab of roof plummeted to the ground. This was a result of his desperate need to save Satine, but it hadn't been aimed at anyone in particular. He just had to hope that it hadn't hurt her.

Through the gathering dust and rubble, he caught sight of a familiar head of blonde hair. Dashing forwards, he crouched down beside the former duchess, relieved to see that she looked relatively unharmed. Touching two fingers to her pulse point, he felt relief flood his system like a shock of cold water at the distinct beat against his fingers. Thank the Force.

Quickly, he scooped her gently into his arms, his arm resting below her knees as his other supported her back. Her head lolled limply on his shoulder, and he felt that familiar rush of emotion at being so close to her. Behind him, he heard the sound of stone grinding against stone as someone attempted to move a large piece of masonry. Reacting instinctively, the Jedi used the Force to jump the space of the crumbling throne room. At the doorway, he turned back, gazing in awe at what the Force had done. Through the dust, he saw a familiar sinister figure beginning to stand. There was a great roar, and Obi-Wan looked up, just in time to throw himself through the arch way as the roof came crashing down.

Kneeling on the floor, his body curved protectively around Satine's to shield her from any rubble that might make it through; the Jedi took a moment to catch his breath. He could feel exhaustion creeping up on him, and his intelligent mind was calculating an escape route for the both of them. He was still reeling from the fear that had rushed through him. The realisation at how close he had come to losing her gripped his heart, making it difficult for him to breath. He looked down at her, checking for any other injuries. Her face was very pale, and bruises were already beginning to rise on her neck. He brushed her dishevelled blonde hair, grey with a fine layer of dust, out of her face and kissed her forehead briefly. The small touch was enough to send a new strength surging through his veins, and he rose to his feet.

Then he was running.

He was still running when he nearly ran straight into the Death Watch resistance. After a brief discussion with the woman leading them, the Night Owls helped him to fight his way to a ship that would take them from Mandalore. He remembered little of it. It was a blur of blue and red armour, of explosions and colourful blaster fire. All he knew was that he was holding an unconscious Satine in his arms, and that he was fighting for her. After everything he had just been through, he was not about to let a stray blast hit her.

On the ramp of the ship, he turned back to Bo-Katan, suddenly understanding why she seemed so familiar. "You're Satine's sister, aren't you?"

The woman's jaw clenched and she glared up at him, as if daring him to ask her why she had joined Death Watch when Mandalore's leader was her sister. But he was very good at reading people, at sensing their emotions, and even now, exhausted as he was, he could sense how relieved she was that her sister was still alive. She did not answer his question. Instead, she turned and fired a shot, shouting, "tell your Republic what's going on here!"

He frowned slightly. "But that would mean a Republic invasion of Mandalore!"

She shook her head, as if admonishing his naive words. "It does not matter! Mandalore will survive, we will always survive!"

He nodded and sprinted up the ramp, using what little strength that remained in his limbs to take them both to safety. Just before he shut the ramp, he heard Bo-Katan shout after him, "take care of her Kenobi! After all this trouble, if you let her die in a crash I swear you'll have me to answer to!"

He turned around, looking down at the woman as the ramp rose. The stubborn, defiant expression in her eyes was so similar to Satine's that he nearly smiled. Instead he nodded solemnly, his eyes shining with determination. "I promise".

Still caring Satine in his arms, he set a course for the Jedi temple. He remained standing in the control room until they were safely in space. Only once the ship jumped into hyperspace did he allow himself to relax.

He turned and walked into the medical bay. He laid Satine down gently onto a bed, placing her head on the pillow before he lowered the rest of her body. He sat beside her then, content just to gaze at her face. He reached out and brushed a lock of hair out of her face, feeling his heart wrench at her appearance. She looked exhausted and haggard, with dark circles under her eyes. still, even in her current state, she was still beautiful. Carefully, he placed his strong hands on her neck, curling his fingers around her smooth skin, in a gesture similar to Maul's choke hold, and let the Force gather at his fingertips. He wasn't sure how damaged her throat was, but the sight of the bruises was too much for him. Gradually, requiring a little more effort than he was used to, the bruises faded away beneath his palms, leaving unmarked pale skin in its place.

He stood shakily, reaching blindly for the wall as a wave of dizziness swept over him. Admittedly, he had probably been a little foolish, healing her after using so much energy by destroying the throne room. His mind was clouded, and perhaps it was because of the exhaustion that he didn't think twice about gently lifting Satine's head and sitting down there, placing her head in his lap. Perhaps it was because of fatigue that he brushed a tender kiss over her hair line. And when he leaned his head back against the wall, letting the darkness claim him, perhaps weariness was the reason why he didn't hesitate to take her small, delicate hand in his own and lace their fingers together.

Then again, perhaps not.


I am probably going to turn this into a full story, depending on the reception of this chapter. The next chapter is nearly finished, so I will update it as soon as possible, and the next chapter has a lot of Obi-Wan/Satine interaction. Please let me know whether you think that I should continue, if not then I'd rather know then actually continue this story only to find that no one likes it :)

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