Enough to Care

By: Song

Summary: After a disastrous stay with Ventress, Anakin realizes his master went through far more than anyone is willing to admit.

A/U: I really, really shouldn't be writing another fic... but I am. NOTE: The first chapter is rated at "K+", however, due to the subject matter of the fic and what happens in the next chapter it is over all rated at "M".


"HE'S NOT DEAD!" He screamed, voice an octave higher than usual.

The damnable Jedi stood, solemnly head bowed. "I am sorry Padawan Skywalker." He said, bowing slightly before exiting in that same serene manner.

He wasn't. He couldn't. He wouldn't!

But he was.

Blindly Anakin reached into The Force, grasping for guidance or comfort- something, anything that would make it all right. He didn't know when he sank to his knees, tears streaming down his face. He didn't recognize the unearthly screams-slash-sob reverberating around his head were coming from his own mouth. He didn't understand that the pained pulsations of sorrow in the Force were created by him.

All he knew- his master, his mentor- was dead.

Dead.

Hours may have passed in the time he spent groaning on the floor while Jedi panicked.

So totally unaware of the world around him, the grieving padawan did not notice as a syringe was slid into his arm by a temple healer to calm the hysteria.

And just before the sedative took effect he felt the faintest tug on the bond.


TBC...

I have part of the next chapter written, and if all goes well it should be up in the next couple of weeks. I do, however need suggestions. What did ObiWan go through? Where do you want this fic to go?

Leave a review and tell me!