Obi-Wan's
Ten Point Guide To Paradise
Author: Seven is Me
Summary:
This is what happens when a crazy Obi-Wan fangirl is too stubborn to
believe that Obi-Wan just dies. Basically, just short and
fluffy.
Disclaimer: I got nothin! I own nobody in
this story, and the idea that Paradise is just like our reality, only
perfect, is loosely borrowed from "The Chronicles of Narnia"
to which I also have no claim over.
Dedication: To my Master and
my Partner, PrincessArulmozhi and RiverStone respectively!
Last
Second Details: Obi's Guide is finished.
And will be updated once a week for your pleasure! And yes I'm done
now. On with the story!
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Point One: Never let returned-to-the-light Padawans apologize for anything.
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It had been years since he had died. He wasn't quite sure how long he's been settled into the force, but not a true part of it. Obi-Wan, now sure that Luke could handle anything that the Force saw fit to throw his way on his own, knew he was no longer needed here. Besides, the song of the Force was calling him, and it was time to heed it's final call. There was only one last thing to take care of.
With all of his strength, he defied his wish to settle into the one warmth that had led him through everything. He needed to see his brothers son... just this one last time. Rising the boy from sleep, he let them both wander to the roof. Goodbyes were said, and then... Finally, he allowed the Force to carry him... home.
He was falling through darkness... and amongst the odd sensation of free falling, he felt something he thought to be impossible. He felt himself de-aging. He closed his as he pondered this. He felt younger. When he felt ground beneath his feet once again, he opened his eyes, and let out a startled gasp.
There was no way to tell exactly how old he was. He simply was he... as he had always been. His body felt like it was pulled taut with strings of unspent energy, wanting to pull him apart if he didn't do something with it soon. His braid, that signified his devotion to his Master hung dutifully behind one ear, and his usual Jedi garb swathed his form.
He gazed about, and for the first time in a near infinity, he laughed. The Temple stood as tall and serene as it ever had. As grand as it had been during the golden ages of the Force. Forests, mountains, hills, and plains, all lay before him, in more beauty than he had ever seen before. With their colours flaming more brightly then he had ever seen in life. And still he laughed.
"Master!"
That voice stopped him dead.
'Well, not dead...' He thought wryly to himself. 'Just cold... and only for a moment.' He decided, as the warmth of remembered love spread through him.
"Anakin!" Obi-Wan returned the excited call, brining the brother of his soul into a crushing embrace he'd been eagerly awaiting since Mustafar. When they both reluctantly allowed their embrace to end, Obi-Wan tossed a mock stern glance at his once padawan. "How many times have I told you to call me Obi-Wan?"
But Anakin wasn't listening. He was far too busy apologizing. "I'm so sorry Master! I didn't mean to! ...Well, with Padme I did... I loved her Master! I still do... But I swear that I never meant to turn to the Dark Side! I only wanted to save her and the baby-"
'Well...' Obi-Wan thought to himself as he watched his brother muddle through an apology that he did not need, nor wanted. 'This is more than slightly awkward...'
"-Not only did I betray you, and not trust you to help us, my wife, my mother, and myself... I killed you!"
'How do I turn him off?'
"-And you were lost in the Force for an era! Looking after a son whose side I should have been at... keeping watch over a daughter that I should have raised-"
'Please make him stop!' Obi-Wan begged the Force. 'I can't take him blaming himself for something that was my fault-' Then Obi-Wan gave himself a mental slap. 'My fault this may be... but if I say that we'll be stuck in guilt for an eternity...'
'I'm so sorry Master-!"
"Anakin! That's enough."
Anakin's blue eyes widened and blinked. "Master?" He asked, lowering blue orbs to Obi-Wan's polished boots, in what the younger man thought to be understanding of this new situation. "Oh... I'm sorry. I should have known that you'd never want to see me again-"
"I have come to a conclusion." Obi-Wan butted into the new apology before it could take off. Firmly cutting his Padawan from any more apologies he wished to make. "This," The elder of the two gestured between them, "Is far to awkward. I propose that that we find the closest cantina, get a few drinks, and drink until we forget anything that happened after the beginning of the clone wars, other than a few selective things, naturally. Deal?"
Anakin blinked, "What?"
However, Obi-Wan let him have no more time to puzzle over this new turn of events. He grabbed his former apprentices arm and dragged the guilt ridden man into the first seedy cantina he could find.
Obi-Wan ordered the first round of drinks, and began telling young Luke stories. Even so, it wasn't until a few rounds in, that he felt Anakin take his advice, and relax into the easy comradeship that they had once so easily shared. Together they sat and laughed, until the stress of current events caught up with Anakin. The pure need to get the apology off his chest, leaving the younger man slouching and sleepy in his seat in their booth, yet unwilling to move from where his Masters warm voice was.
It was only when Obi-Wan heard the soft and familiar snoring of his apprentice, that he stopped whatever pointless story he had been telling. He had felt his brother fading, but hadn't the heart to tell him to leave. With things still as tender as they were between them...
Obi-Wan stopped Anakin from falling into his cafe, and pushed the boy back into a sitting position, before calling for the bill... before remembering he was dead and there was none.
Gently he gathered the brother of his soul into his arms, and made his way to where he could sense Lady Padme waiting.
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Point Two: Never bring your father/brother/sister/mother/other relation home after a day of soul searching when they haven't told their wife/husband where they've been... Unless you happen to like being scolded by long winded spouses...
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