Author's Note:

I warn all of you, this is a slash fic. If you don't like it, you do not have to read it.

I have changed the story drastically, however. This takes place around Episode III. But, Anakin did not join the Sith. Padme and Anakin were never together, but there may be hints of that couple later on. Anakin had begged Obi-Wan to love him during a late Episode II, and he eventually gave into his young padawan. However, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon were previously involved before he died at the hands of Darth Maul. Now, Qui-Gon is back from the dead. Will Obi-Wan's love for Anakin hold up after such a miraculous event?

I do not own any of the Star Wars characters, or anything. Except Anakin. Oh yes, he can stay locked up in my closet. You all can have him back when I'm done, I suppose. ;D

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Anakin Skywalker stood atop the Jedi Temple, staring out over Coruscant and watching evening traffic. The ships, as they went by, put his mind somewhat at ease; watching the delicate frames of the metallic vessels skim in and out of his vision. Many things in Anakin's life tended to take this course; one moment they were there, and the next they were gone. It was a fact he was starting to understand more and more as time progressed. First, his mother to the Tusken Raiders on Tatooine, and now...

his master. To another man.

It had been a miracle, really. Master Qui-Gon Jinn, alive once more. Yes, truly a miracle, wasn't it? Anakin himself had found it rather strange. He'd stood with Obi-Wan the night the burning of Qui-Gon's corpse took place. He'd been there. He'd seen the old man burn down to nothing but ashes, and yet he was now somehow alive. From Anakin's understanding of the situation, the ceremony had been staged. The jedi council had preserved the body, just to be safe. Qui-Gon had been a major member of the jedi order, and if there was any possibility, any at all that they could salvage his soul from the Force, they would have to take it. And so here they were now. Qui-Gon Jinn was alive and kicking once more.

Really, Anakin shouldn't have minded. And he wouldn't have, if Obi-Wan wasn't making it so difficult for him not to despise the older jedi master. It seems the two-as master and padawan- had been involved. And they'd managed quite remarkably to keep their little secret from the council. However, Obi-Wan was Anakin's lover now. His and only his. ...Wasn't he? He wouldn't leave him for Qui-Gon now, would he? Surely after all these years-10 Force forsaken years- such a love would have died?

Anakin was starting to have his doubts.

The two were spending more time together now.

They took missions together, would do anything to be alone together, it seemed.

And now, Anakin was sick and tired of it. Snapping back to reality, the young jedi once again took in the world of Coruscant stretched out before him. The sun had almost finished its journey across the horizon, painting the sun a brilliant orange with highlights of scarlet here and there. Really, it was a beautiful sight. However, Anakin found his appreciation for such trivialities dwindling with each passing day. Nothing was beautiful without his master by his side. What did this gorgeous sunset mean, without his beloved master there to share it with him? ...Nothing. Not anymore.

Anakin took in a deep breath, before making his way back down into the Jedi Temple. Suddenly, he felt a sort of fatigue wash over him. All he wanted to do now was get some rest. The thoughts that plagued his mind were exhausting him to no end. Surely, he was being overdramatic. Surely, Obi-Wan wouldn't leave him. How could he, after all they'd been through together? This thought comforted Anakin somewhat as he made his way back to his quarters. However, he stopped in mid stride as he ran into the very person that had been on his mind so feverently.

"Master, I've been meaning to speak with you." Anakin spoke up, taking in the older man before him. Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous as always. Shorter than Anakin, but the jedi himself found it rather... cute. That perfect face, those glittering blue eyes... they never failed to bring a slight smile to his face.

"What is it, Anakin?" the jedi master's tone sounded slightly impatient. This tone alone was enough to wipe the smile off of Anakin's face. "I apologize, I didn't know you were busy with something else. It can wait." he diverted his gaze away from his master's now seemingly cold eyes.

The fact that Obi-Wan didn't hesitate to nod and walk off sort of brought down Anakin's barely acquired good spirits. Yes, he understood that the other was busy, but... did he not have the time to at least converse with him a moment?

Apparently not.

Anakin quickly moved back to his room, stripping off most of his jedi garb before laying in bed and closing his eyes. Tomorrow would be better. He would finally get a word in with Obi-Wan and figure out just what was going on. All he could do now, was clear his head of any troubling thoughts and let slumber take him.

Only with that slumber, would come vicious nightmares set loose to consume his mind.

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Author's Note:

Har har! You will have to review, if you wish to know what happens next. Please, please review. And, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all. This is not including well good-hearted criticism. I want at least 3 reviews before I start writing the next chapter. :3