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Apprentice
by PersephoneKore

"Join me." Palpatine's voice was perfectly calm and reasonable. The suggestion was outrageous. (Once, the thought of leaving the Jedi would have been outrageous.) The Senator's hand was extended and steady, empty and inviting and promising.

Dooku eyed the hand and then stared levelly down into the other man's eyes until their depths almost showed unease. He kept his own thoughts veiled.

This man's apprentice had killed Qui-Gon.

He thought that in this man's presence, he would find it very easy to reach for the Force through hate.

He gripped the hand.

And then Dooku was kneeling -- purely ceremonially, of course -- at the feet of the revealed Sith Lord. He was mouthing a vow he did not mean and thinking very calmly that he could not yet kill the Sith, because he needed more information. It was fortuitous that he was free to collect it. It would be foolish to act precipitously now; after all, the Jedi had believed the Sith destroyed for a thousand years. Empty promises and a little time would be a small price to pay to avoid that. Besides, how often had they told him he was too resistant to compromising with politicians?

Sidious's fingers rested lightly on his bowed head, moving gently like spiders in silk to push the hair aside. Dooku listened without much interest as the younger man made a show of contemplating an appropriate new name.

Then the touch plunged irresistibly inward, driving deep into his mind, a black fecal root. There was no pain, though it took his breath away as if there were, and after the first instant of shock it felt as if Sidious's mind had always been inside his own. Still, Dooku hid from both his Master and himself the first thought that perhaps he had made a mistake.