Aaaaaalright! Hi everybody! It's finally time to get this show on the road! That's right, it's time for the first ever Obitine Week!
So I know that this isn't technically "past", quite the opposite, but the past is relative. So let me be free.
Enjoy!
The commercial flight was nearly empty.
It certainly made sense. It was the dead of the night, far too late for anyone respectable to be planet-hopping without good reason. Especially nowadays. Especially with the Empire.
Truth be told, it was a small miracle that Obi-Wan had managed to sneak himself onto this flight- let alone carrying Anakin's son, with the Duchess of Mandalore in tow. They had the chaos to thank for that. No one checked passengers as the Republic fell, as the Jedi Temple burned. As the world collapsed.
Obi-Wan glanced over at Satine, a caring smile animating his face. At least he had her. At least she was safe from the events tearing the galaxy apart.
She instinctively met his eyes, returning his small smile and squeezing his hand. Obi-Wan leaned into her, pressing his lips into the soft strands of hair near her ear.
"I'm sorry. I don't think this is the family you expected." He whispered.
"No." She admitted, shifting and tilting her head so that it rested on his shoulder. "It's better."
Despite Anakin, despite the Empire, despite all this hell, Obi-Wan found himself smiling. Through it all, he realized, he had two things left- Satine and Luke. The woman he refused to let go of and the only hope, the only future for the galaxy. It was so very fitting. Together, they were a family. And together, they could begin again.
Thanks for reading, and welcome to Obitine Week 2015!
Laugh Until You Obitine Out!
