A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry I've been so dormant lately! I'm drastically behind in my NaNoWriMo. XP Gack. But. Anyway. This is a random scene/drabble that I wrote a while back, and may be resurrecting for my current fanfiction project (see profile for more details). So, yeah. :) Not much, but hey, it's somethin'.


Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. And apparently George Lucas doesn't either anymore.


Anakin leaned up against the wall, his knees tucked up to his chest. He stared blankly at the wall, starting when Obi-Wan walked into his view.

Obi-Wan looked down at Anakin, concern written in his features. "Anakin, what's wrong?"

Anakin looked away, unable to meet his former Master's gaze. "Nothing."

Obi-Wan knelt down next to Anakin and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Anakin, you've always told me everything before. Why can't you tell me what's bothering you now?"

Anakin stared at the ground. Because you'd hate me for lying to you, and I'd be kicked out of the Jedi order. "I'm fine, really." He looked back at Obi-Wan and smiled.

Obi-Wan didn't look convinced. He opened his mouth to say something, but Commander Cody walked around the corner.

"General Kenobi, you're needed in the briefing room."

Obi-Wan nodded. "I'm coming." He stood up and looked back at Anakin. "You know I'm always here for you."

Anakin nodded.

Obi-Wan followed Cody out of the room. The door hissed and closed behind them. Anakin let his forehead rest on his knees. I haven't told you everything, Obi-Wan.