This is my very first fic, so… enjoy and tell me what you think!
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Chapter 1: "ANAKIN!"
Obi-Wan had a headache. Again. And there was no doubt in his mind to what had caused the cacophony of bruises, aches and pains in his general bodily area, all clamoring for his attention. Great. Another visit to the healer's ward.
"Obi-Wan!" Obi-Wan grumbled incoherently at the sound of his Padawan's voice and shut his eyes tight; a practice that he had to admit wasn't like him at all. But he really didn't want to get up, and it was just so relaxing to lie there, bruises or not…
"OBI-WAN!"
Oh well, Obi-Wan silently sighed to himself. He would rather face an annoyed Anakin now than be rudely shaken awake, especially after what had happened on that last mission... The memories came rushing back.
Obi-Wan bolted upright so fast that anyone watching would've sworn that someone had just stuck a pin into his arm. Obi-Wan blinked his eyes rapidly, expecting to feel a gargantuan amount of pain and see hordes of droids approaching. Instead, a warm, soft light hit his eyes, and Obi-Wan realized that he was, in fact, in the healer's ward. A grinning Anakin came fuzzily into view.
"Finally, master, I thought you'd never wake up!" Anakin's voice brought Obi-Wan back to reality.
Obi-Wan simply stared at his Padawan. "Anakin." A simple stern word that wiped the smile off Anakin's face. "Explain yourself."
"Well, master, y'see, I really didn't mean to knock you unconscious, and then I couldn't wake you up, and you got captured, and then Dooku showed up, and, and…" Anakin's voice trailed into nothingness as his master looked on sternly.
"Anakin." Obi-Wan's Padawan looked at his boots, certain he would shortly be receiving yet another lecture. When nothing came, he looked up cautiously. He was shocked to see his master grinning at him impertinently.
"It's alright, Anakin. At least you got us out of that mess." Obi-Wan closed his eyes and drew on the Force to cloak his injuries and hold back the pain for a while. "You know what, Anakin? I feel great. Almost… younger, ready to take on the world. Or rather," Obi-Wan smiled. "Several worlds." Obi-Wan opened his eyes to see an aghast, paling Anakin. "What's wrong?"
Anakin closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath. Obi-Wan frowned. "Didn't quite catch that, Anakin. Come again? Oh, and by the way," Obi-Wan continued, getting out of the bed, "I'd really like it if, after we got out of here, we could go to the cafeteria in the Temple. I'm really, really hungry!" Only after he said it did Obi-Wan realize how out of character his sentence sounded, even to himself. But, I really am hungry… Even though, his logical side pointed out, you hate the food in the Temple cafeteria.
Anakin turned even paler, if that was possible, and reached blindly for a chair behind him. He sank into it, hand over his eyes, repeating, "I never should have done it, I never should have done it, why did I even try…"
Obi-Wan started worrying about the state of his Padawan. "Anakin, seriously, what happened? Did someone beat you in a spar?" Anakin violently shook his head to each of Obi-Wan's queries. "Did the Chancellor try to turn you to the dark side? Did the Senator from Naboo invite you to dinner again? Did you try to kill yet another Jedi?" Nothing Obi-Wan could think of seemed to be right.
"I'm sorry, master… I didn't have any other choice…" Obi-Wan was now seriously worried.
"Anakin, look me in the eye, and tell me what you did." Obi-Wan took his Padawan's shoulders and forced Anakin to look at him. "Tell me."
Anakin seemed to finally relax. "I… !" Obi-Wan looked at him, confused.
"A little slower, please?"
"I had to give you a blood transfusion because you were dying, master! Dooku managed to poison you, and it was in your bloodstream." Anakin hesitated. "Please master, let me show you." Obi-Wan nodded his assent. He felt the memories rushing in through the bond he and Anakin shared. He saw what had happened through as though from the sidelines.
Anakin rushed into a dark room, looking around frantically. He immediately spotted the supine body of his master bound to what seemed to be an operating table. The poisoned Obi-Wan didn't look so good. His face was slowly turning blue and eyes flickered with nervous spasms under tightly closed eyelids. Anakin activated his lightsaber and sliced through the bonds, which fell, steaming slightly, to the floor. He picked up his master and ran out of the room, opposite the way he had come in, and slashed at the locking mechanism as he exited. The doors slammed shut just as Count Dooku walked in, lightsaber drawn. He took one look at the table and the hissing, melted lock on the doors, and smirked, satisfied.
All of a sudden, the vision shifted. Anakin made the jump to hyperspace, then rushed into the ship's med bay to check on Obi-Wan.
It shifted again. This time Obi-Wan was in the healer's ward with a very worried Anakin hovering over him, as well as many healers. One of the Twi'lek healers sighed. Straightening, she muttered words of consolation to Anakin. "There's nothing we can do, Master Skywalker. The poison is in his bloodstream."
Anakin bit his lip, obviously thinking fast. Suddenly an idea came to him. "What if we gave him a complete blood transfusion? If we were able to completely replace all the tainted blood-"
"Then he might recover!" The Twi'lek was warming up to the idea. "Okay, Master Skywalker, it's risky, but we'll give it a shot."
The vision blurred again. The Twi'lek was standing over Obi-Wan with a needle poised over his limp arm. The needle was attached to a humming machine, which Anakin was standing next to. "Are you sure you want to do this, Master Skywalker?" Now that the moment had come, the healer was feeling a lot less confident than he had at the start of this idea.
Anakin nodded decisively.
"I have to warn you, there could be some… unstable, minor side effects…"
Anakin's patience finally snapped. "Just do it!" he roared. "My master is dying, and we need to do something!" The Twi'lek sighed.
"As you wish, Master Skywalker." He injected the needle into Obi-Wan's arm.
The scene changed once again. Sensors beside the bed showed that Obi-Wan was on the mend. An exhausted Anakin was sitting, draped in a chair next to Obi-Wan's bedside. The healer looked no better. "Master Skywalker," the healer began, "I think I really should tell you about those side effects." Anakin looked up.
"Yeah, sure." Now that his master was out of danger, Anakin wasn't quite sure that the "minor side effects" would entail.
The Twi'lek sighed and slumped in a chair. "Well, since you insisted on duplicating your blood to save Master Kenobi, Master Skywalker, the effects are quite easy to predict. First of all, your master's midi-chlorian count has been raised to your own, due to the same blood running through your veins. Furthermore," he continued, raising a hand to stop Anakin from interrupting, "he will undergo… some changes, to say the least."
Not surprisingly, Anakin was worried. "What kind of changes?" he enquired.
"I have never heard of this being attempted before, so I cannot say for certain what the changes will be. I can, however, predict that Master Kenobi will not be the same. He will start to act and think like you, and his physical features might start to change and resemble yours…"
The scene shattered as Obi-Wan broke the connection and staggered backwards. I'm going to turn into an Anakin!
Anakin could sense his master's rage, and started to back out of the room, but was stopped by Obi-Wan's screaming.
"ANAKIIINNNNNN!"
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