((SEQUEL TO "Confusing Love"! WOO another Sobi fic! Yay me for being so on top of things, making the sequel...what, 2 year? after writing the first part. Silly me :P
Basically ALLLLL the events in CL, except from Sabe's PoV. Pathetic and unoriginal, I'm aware of that.
I own nothing. Except Derryl. But he doesn't come in until the later chapters))
I sat up in bed, clutching the bedcovers with sweaty hands. I'd just had a most clear, chilling nightmare. I'd been having nightmares frequently, however this stands out in my mind.
The funeral fires licked the ceiling, leaving scorch marks. I buried my face in my hands and wept. The man next to me turned and it was Anakin, from the last I'd seen him, without the black suit he seemed to have taken a liking to recently.
"A shame, isn't it? It's unfortunate he had to be wasted but...He didn't like the new era, and he needed to be terminated." Anakin sighed, with an air of mock regretfulness about him. "Pity."
I turned to look back at the fire but it and everything else had gone, leaving a metal room bathed in blue light. I turned, just in time to see the old man from the fire run through by the new Anakin. The promise the old man had made me, so many years ago, about always coming back to me, echoed in my mind.
He couldn't be dead. I couldn't-wouldn't believe it. I rolled over and switched on the HoloNet. Through the crackling static, I heard the breathy, mechanical voice of Darth Vader, formerly Anakin Skywalker. He was issuing a public announcement, from what I could understand.
"A rebel attempt at infiltration of the Death Star failed, however, Princess Leia was taken from one of the prisons. If she is seen, report it immediately. Any informant will be rewarded with seventy five thousand credits. One of the rebels was killed in the infiltration." The report died and an advertisement for a droid repair shop on Tatooine.
It couldn't be Ben. He had to keep his promise to me, that he would always come back. And he'd agreed that he wouldn't die until he was old and crotchety...Although, it had been twenty years since we'd seen each other, he may as well be a grumpy old man now. I took the comm unit, ancient technology by today's standards, and switched it on.
"B-Ben? Ben, answer me, it's Sabe, please tell me you're okay!" There was no reply. The tears I knew would have to come eventually came and I broke down sobbing. The holoprojecter lay next to it, and I activated it and looked for the picture I'd gazed at so many times. A young couple stood entwined on the bay of a spacecraft. Seeing Ben like that, young and perfect, only made me cry harder.
We'd had a time, Ben and I.