A/N: I don't own any of them. George Lucas does. This is a stand alone fic.
Anakin had watched as his Master had gone off on another mission leaving him behind at the Jedi Temple. He didn't like being left behind. But only because he knew that him and his Master were a great team. And separated… well, things just happened to go wrong when they were separated. "May the Force be with you, Master." He whispers watching the shuttle leave.
Sighing he heads off towards their shared quarters then thinks better of it because he doesn't want to be in there without Obi-Wan there. He turns and heads to the Room of a Thousand Fountains.
"He's holding you back, Anakin. They all are."
He scowls at the voice in his head and shakes his head to clear it. This was… just wasn't right. He wasn't going crazy so he would just ignore the voice that he'd just heard.
"Obi-Wan asked for the mission. All because he doesn't love you."
"That's not true. He does love me. So don't you even say that." Although, he shouldn't really be listening to the voice. It was lying to him. Trying to put doubt into his heart.
"No he doesn't. The Jedi Master could care less about you. He doesn't love you."
The young Jedi ran out of the room and went straight to his and Obi-Wan's room with every intention to contact his Master. To make sure the voice was lying to him.