Okay, so almost same beginnig with more parts in it. Will update as fast as I can. I promise this will be even better than the first version.

Padme thought the day couldn't get any worse. The bill for trying to stop the Clone Wars had ended with a vote to make more clone troopers. Another five systems fell to the separatists. She had a raging cold and had to give two speeches in the last hour. The only good part about the day was Anakin would be coming home soon, although he usually stayed in the temple the first night he was back. Which meant another night alone.

A knock at the door made her groan adn drop her head into her hands. Now what? Senator Jorrsa probably thought a bounty hunter was on her tail again...

Padme was surprised to find Bail Organa standing at the door, a grim expression on his face. Her heart momentarily stopped; Bail was unofficially the one in charge of informing senators with ties to certain Jedi, mechanics and basically anyone in the war of their deaths. Forcing a smile, Padme greeted him as though nothing were wrong and she was perfectly happy to have his company.

"Bail! How are you?" she asked a bit too energetically, ushering him in to get him out sooner.

Bail sighed. "I am fine, although I really wish to discuss something to you." He noticed her terrified expression. "Kight Skywalker is fine, if that is what you were wondering." It was pretty obvious those two were very good friends...leading some senators to wonder just how friendly they were.

Padme breathed a sigh of relief, then noticed Bail still looked troubled. "Then what is it?"

"I understand you have been close to Master Kenobi since the first Battle of Naboo?"

She swallowed hard and nodded.

"The reports just came in from Jabiim. The Republic lost, not without casualaties. Padme...he didn't make it back." Bail said with a pained look.

"Wh-what?" Obi-Wan couldn't be gone. It seemed inpossible for him to not be coming back with Anakin...oh, Anakin! He must've been devasted! Padme shook her head in grief.

"That...that is terrible. Th-thank you for notifying me, Bail."

Senator Organa nodded and walked out without another word, seeing the way Padme was clutching at the little wooden necklace she always wore. Padme didn't notice his leave, too far deep in her grieving thoughts to notice.

Oh, Obi-Wan...


The council was shocked when Knight Skywalker reported the death of his former master. All eyes simultaniously flickered to the now-empty seat where their colleague usually sat. Every Jedi master in the room bowed their heads in silent respect, the Force echoeing the grief that permeated the room- the heavy fog of despair that had been there since the beginning of the Clone Wars. Even Master Windu, the order's most stoic Jedi, was seen blinking rather rapidly as Yoda's ears twiched in sadness.

All of the members who were on the council twelve years ago remembered padawan Kenobi calling in to report his own master's death by the hands of a Sith-shocking even without the loss. Having the "next generation" padawan witnessing his mentor's death...that was just hard to take in.

After a moment of silence-just a moment, as Jedi were trained to release their emotions no matter how hard it was- Mace Windu cleared his throat and said a short speech on how their fellow Jedi would be missed. The meeting continued on, but not one master suggested a replacement for the most recent loss of their own.


You never know what you have until it's gone.

That statement couldn't be more true for Anakin Skywalker right now. As a Jedi, he never really had possessions. He missed his mother the first time he left. He had missed the padawan braid dangling over his shoulder when he was first knighted. He certainly missed his right arm after Geonosis. But never after any of these had he felt this half-empty, half-crushing guilt feeling. It had been five months since Anakin and his former master, Obi-Wan, had gone to the planet Jabiim to help the other Jedi posted there.

Four months since the death of his master.

The Republic's crushing defeat had left Anakin without his best friend, and for nothing. They had lost. Only several thousand troopers and Anakin had made it off the planet's surface (another two-hundred had died in an ambush in space).

Obi-Wan's death continued to play over and over in his head, reminding him of how he could have saved him. The blasted Jedi had raced towards a fallen AT-AT walker, trying to rescue as many beings as possible-friend or foe. Anakin had felt the tremor in the Force just seconds before it had exploded, killing everyone within a thirty- foot radius of the walker, including Obi-Wan. He had just stood there in shock, his mind not registering the loss.

Anakin had been numb all the way to Coruscant, not talking to anyone, just lying in his quarters staring at the now empty bunk across from him. The pain hadn't kicked in until after he reached his apartment. Anakin had kept his head down, not wanting to see traces of his former master anywhere. He collapsed on his bed, so tired, yet sleep would not claim him. His eyes trailed to the far wall, and Anakin froze. There were pictures on the wall, of him and his friends, but one stood out. It was the one taken shortly after Anakin's knighting, with him and Obi-Wan standing together, arms draped over each other's shoulders. Anakin's heart seized, seeing the look of absolute joy on his friend's face, the smile that reached his gray eyes.

A wave of fresh pain crashed over him as he realized he would never see the man ever again, and suddenly he was on his knees in the 'fresher, vomiting his lunch for all he was worth. Anakin shakily wiped his mouth and got to his knees.

Suddenly memories floated back to him. Fights, harsh words, sometimes even physical blows, all of the things Anakin had ever done to hurt his master, he remembered all of them. The guilt was unbearable now, his failure leaving a gaping hole in his heart. Anakin's thoughts kept returning to the thought of Obi-Wan, hurt and dying, with no one there to comfort him in his last moments. No one deserved to die alone, certainly not Obi-Wan.

After his mother's death, Anakin had sworn to himself that he would not let harm come to anyone else he loved. And he had failed again. His master was now dead. Anakin had been dreaming of Obi-Wan, the same way he had before his mother died. And it scared him more than any battalion of super battle droids ever had. It scared him because last time Anakin had been too late, and his mother had died.

Of course, he hadn't known what to make of the nightmares, showing only a man running forward, followed by a terrible explosion. Anakin only now realized that was Obi-Wan running toward the AT-AT walker, and it made him sick that he had failed to figure that out before.

He had no way of knowing the nightmares would only get worse.

Woo! Ok, so like I said in the author's note, I am completely rewritting this story, and I think this works a lot better.