Title: Obi-Wan's Acceptance

Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Star Wars or its characters and I never will.

Rating: G

Obi-Wan Kenobi woke with a start soaked with sweat and it wasn't just from the soon to be blistering heat of the desert planet of Tatooine. It was just an hour or so past sunrise but the heat was already skyrocketing. He was young still but his hair had gained many grey hairs the past few months and he had new and deeper lines on his face. His once joyful grey-blue eyes were now dark and sad.

Taking a deep breath he hauled himself up off of the pallet that was tucked in the corner of his hovel. The hovel itself was in the far reaches of the Dune Sea and it had few items past the essential, the flattened area outside was used for practicing his lightsaber forms.

Walking over to the sink he turned on the water and splashed it on his face trying to clear his head and wash off the sweat, not that it did much good. But the heat was nothing compared to what he endured in his dreams, the same heat he had withstood on Mustafar. The same heat that he had fought Darth Vader in, the heat that he had watched him burn.

He always dreamed of that now that Owen Lars had chosen to prevent his visits of the child, had told him that he was not welcome at the homestead after learning of all the events that had transpired. Not that he could really blame them, it was his fault.

Taking a deep breath, he closed eyes and forced himself to stare into the burning red eyes of Darth Vader, accusing, filled with hatred of him, forced himself to replay his dreams, pointing out all the errors that he had made. All the times he had forsaken his chance to do as a master should, every time that he had failed to train him and love him as he deserved.

He sighed, if only he could go back and redo everything as it should have been, if only he had been just a little bit smarter, just a little quicker as he always was in his dreams when they were happily living in the destroyed Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Where the Council had forgiven everything and let Vader live with his family.

"You shouldn't dwell on such things my young Padawan," said a soft, deep voice behind him. Obi-Wan turned to face his dead mentor, Qui-Gon Jinn. "It really isn't your fault."

"How do you always seem to know what I'm thinking Master," he asked eyes downcast.

The shimmering, blue image of Qui-Gon was just as he remembered down to the kindness and warmth in his blue eyes.

"It comes from years of friendship and trust, years that you rightfully earned no matter what you think. You should stop focusing on the past and start hoping for the future and what it may hold, and that means continuing your training."

"And you were the one always telling me to focus on the here and now," he muttered as his sat cross-legged on the floor and closing his eyes as the figure of Qui-Gon seemingly sat on the couch. But, what would come would come and there wasn't anything he could do about it now except prepare and hope, as Qui-Gon had said. What had happened to Vader, no, what had happened to Anakin was what was meant to be. And he believed what Padmé had said was true, there was still good in him. The task now was to find a way to reach it, and Obi-Wan knew that it didn't lie on his shoulders but the shoulders of a young boy just across the Dune Sea.

A/N: This is my first FanFic so I hope you liked it. Please R&R if you have time.