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Summary: this is long, ok here goes: this is AU in which there is no dumb Jedi Code about love, love rocks. Ani doesn't turn, Obi doesn't grow a beard, and may introduce Jedi Knight Mara Jayde, not to be confused with Mara Jade Skywalker. All will be explained in due time, so in the meantime, review so that I know I should keep working on it. I don't intend to abandon this baby.
Anakin was in shock. The man who had saved his life was dead, and here he was, stuck with another man, one who he was sure disliked him. Not only that, but he had to leave his angel, and he was desperately missing his mother. So he stood by the pilot of the small diplomatic cruiser, staring at the star lines as they left hypersapce outside of Courscant. A slight hiss could be heard as a hooded Obi-Wan Kenobi entered the cockpit and put a hesitant hand of Anakin's shoulder. "When we get to the Temple, I'll take you to what will be your rooms." Obi-Wan said with little emotion in his voice, his eyes staring at the glittering surface of Courscant as the gracefully entered the atmosphere.
As they neared the landing platform, Anakin saw a lone shape standing there, as if waiting for them. Long hair blowing in the wind could be seen as the neared what was shown to be a female in brown robes. Anakin wondered at who she was, even more so when she enveloped his stiff and aloof master in a great hug. After moments of silence in which Anakin felt much sadness pass in the Force, Obi-Wan stepped back from the woman. He turned to address Anakin and finally spoke. "Anakin Skywalker, this is my friend, Jedi Mara Jayde. Mara, meet my Padawan, Anakin." Anakin stepped forward and reached to shake the woman, or girl's hand, but she kneeled and wrapped him in her arms to hug him, which induced much needed dry sobs that burst forth and wracked his tiny body. When his wails were reduced to small sniffles, she gave his arm a gentle squeeze and relinquished him to his master. Obi-Wan hugged him for a brief moment in which Anakin had the strangest feeling that it was Obi-Wan who needed the comfort, but that was all the moment was; brief.
That night, after Anakin had settled into his new quarters that adjoined to those of his master, the boy rose to gaze out the window, but stopped all movement as he heard a door open. Realizing that the door was opening into his master's rooms, Anakin, being slightly sneaky at that age, pressed his ear to the door separating the two chambers. He heard the low and saddened tones of a woman's voice, one whose identity it took him moments to place. Anakin listened, waiting for Mara and his master to speak of him. But they didn't "Oh Obi-Wan," she murmured as Anakin slowly cracked the door open to see two figures bathed in moonlight sitting on a bed. "Mara, I was helpless," Obi-Wan choked out. Mara put a finger to his lips in response and gathered him into a gentle hug. "I watched him die and couldn't do anything about it," the stricken Jedi muttered against her sleep-tunic. Mara simply held her friend as he rocked back and forth and cried for all he was worth and grieved, as he needed to for the first time since his master's death.
Anakin looked away and went to bed, ashamed that he had viewed in on such a personal moment. Obi-Wan had cried, had sobbed, had humiliated himself in front of a friend. Perhaps Obi-Wan didn't have a heart of stone. After all, stone don't cry.
Summary: this is long, ok here goes: this is AU in which there is no dumb Jedi Code about love, love rocks. Ani doesn't turn, Obi doesn't grow a beard, and may introduce Jedi Knight Mara Jayde, not to be confused with Mara Jade Skywalker. All will be explained in due time, so in the meantime, review so that I know I should keep working on it. I don't intend to abandon this baby.
Anakin was in shock. The man who had saved his life was dead, and here he was, stuck with another man, one who he was sure disliked him. Not only that, but he had to leave his angel, and he was desperately missing his mother. So he stood by the pilot of the small diplomatic cruiser, staring at the star lines as they left hypersapce outside of Courscant. A slight hiss could be heard as a hooded Obi-Wan Kenobi entered the cockpit and put a hesitant hand of Anakin's shoulder. "When we get to the Temple, I'll take you to what will be your rooms." Obi-Wan said with little emotion in his voice, his eyes staring at the glittering surface of Courscant as the gracefully entered the atmosphere.
As they neared the landing platform, Anakin saw a lone shape standing there, as if waiting for them. Long hair blowing in the wind could be seen as the neared what was shown to be a female in brown robes. Anakin wondered at who she was, even more so when she enveloped his stiff and aloof master in a great hug. After moments of silence in which Anakin felt much sadness pass in the Force, Obi-Wan stepped back from the woman. He turned to address Anakin and finally spoke. "Anakin Skywalker, this is my friend, Jedi Mara Jayde. Mara, meet my Padawan, Anakin." Anakin stepped forward and reached to shake the woman, or girl's hand, but she kneeled and wrapped him in her arms to hug him, which induced much needed dry sobs that burst forth and wracked his tiny body. When his wails were reduced to small sniffles, she gave his arm a gentle squeeze and relinquished him to his master. Obi-Wan hugged him for a brief moment in which Anakin had the strangest feeling that it was Obi-Wan who needed the comfort, but that was all the moment was; brief.
That night, after Anakin had settled into his new quarters that adjoined to those of his master, the boy rose to gaze out the window, but stopped all movement as he heard a door open. Realizing that the door was opening into his master's rooms, Anakin, being slightly sneaky at that age, pressed his ear to the door separating the two chambers. He heard the low and saddened tones of a woman's voice, one whose identity it took him moments to place. Anakin listened, waiting for Mara and his master to speak of him. But they didn't "Oh Obi-Wan," she murmured as Anakin slowly cracked the door open to see two figures bathed in moonlight sitting on a bed. "Mara, I was helpless," Obi-Wan choked out. Mara put a finger to his lips in response and gathered him into a gentle hug. "I watched him die and couldn't do anything about it," the stricken Jedi muttered against her sleep-tunic. Mara simply held her friend as he rocked back and forth and cried for all he was worth and grieved, as he needed to for the first time since his master's death.
Anakin looked away and went to bed, ashamed that he had viewed in on such a personal moment. Obi-Wan had cried, had sobbed, had humiliated himself in front of a friend. Perhaps Obi-Wan didn't have a heart of stone. After all, stone don't cry.