"Obi-Wan?" Obi-Wan turned.

"Anakin. You missed the briefing." He walked out of the room, past Anakin, leaving his former Padawan to hurry behind.

"Sorry," Anakin said, "I was…well, I have no excuse really. I was wondering if I could talk to you…privately."

Obi-Wan stopped in front of his quarters.

"Sure." The door opened and Obi-Wan walked in, Anakin close behind. As the door hissed closed, Obi-Wan turned and looked at Anakin expectantly.

"Privately?" he asked.

"Obi-Wan…what I'm about to tell you…you cannot tell…anyone!"

Obi-Wan's eyebrows furrowed.

"Well, that obviously depends on what it is…"

Anakin bit his lip. Obi-Wan sighed.

"Look, I won't tell unless it's something against the Jedi Code."

Anakin stayed silent. Obi-Wan stared at him in shock.

"Anakin? What did you do?"

Anakin could taste blood he was biting his lip so hard.

"I won't tell you if you won't keep it a secret," Anakin muttered. Obi-Wan blinked, shocked at Anakin's defiance.

"Okay…I'll only tell if endangers you."

Anakin, unsure, was still quiet. There was shocked silence for a moment.

"Anakin! What have you been doing!"

"There are many ways to endanger yourself from a Jedi point of view," Anakin stated simply. Obi-Wan shook his head, frustrated.

"I'll forget we're Jedi. And we'll make the danger only physical or everyday psychological." Anakin finally nodded. "I…Obi-Wan, you know I have feelings for Padme…" Anakin said warily. Obi-Wan nodded and then realization flickered into his eyes.

"You're married to her." It wasn't a question. "So…why are you telling this to me now?"

"She's pregnant."

Obi-Wan's breath caught.

"With your child?" he hissed. Anakin was visibly offended.

"Yes! I'm her husband!"

"Anakin, you're a Jedi!"

"I thought we were forgetting that fact," Anakin huffed. Obi-Wan opened his mouth to reply, but thought better of it.

"Go on," he growled gently. Anakin could feel the tears well up once again.

"A few weeks ago…I had a dream, like the ones I used to have about my mother…right before she died…it…it was about Padme."

"And?" Obi-Wan prompted gently. He could sense the emotion boiling inside of his friend. Anakin looked away.

"She dies in childbirth." Obi-Wan nodded slowly, soaking in this new information.

"And you're asking me for help. To save her."

Anakin nodded.

"It's just a dream. Dreams pass in time."

Anakin whipped around to glare at Obi-Wan. "That's exactly what you said about the dreams about my mother and look what happened!"

Obi-Wan shrugged. "An unfortunate coincidence."

"No, it was not!" Anakin bellowed. Obi-Wan winced.

"Okay, maybe it wasn't, but that doesn't mean Padme will die."

"I'd rather not take chances," Anakin pouted. Obi-Wan nodded.

"That's human nature, perfectly understandable."

Anakin grinned, triumphantly.

"But," Obi-Wan continued. Anakin's face fell. "This happened to Qui-Gon once."

It was now Anakin's turn to looked bewildered. "Qui-Gon was married?"

"No!"

Anakin winced. Obi-Wan continued. "Qui-Gon…had feelings for another Jedi. Tahl. He…had a dream of her dying, tried to prevent that from happening, but she…ended up dying anyway." Obi-Wan fell silent, lost in memory.

"There's more, isn't there?" Anakin prodded gently.

"Torn by his grief, Qui-Gon went on a quest for revenge and almost got his wish…" Obi-Wan looked away. "He almost…turned."

Anakin's breath caught. He tried to imagine Qui-Gon, the man who had saved him from slavery, the brave, strong, noble man, turning to the Dark Side. His imagination wasn't strong enough.

Obi-Wan turned back to Anakin. Was it just the lighting, or was Obi-Wan crying long, overdue tears?

"I don't want that happening to you, Anakin. Once was more than enough," Obi-Wan whispered, hoarsely. Anakin nodded slowly, but soon snapped out of it.

"So what am I supposed to do? Sit around with the knowledge my wife could suddenly go into labor and die!"

Obi-Wan's reply left Anakin speechless.

"Yes, that is exactly what you must do."

A full minute later: "WHAT!"

"That is what you must do. What I must do is different. I'll do some research and find some way to help her…ah! Here is something you can do. Keep her on Courasant. This is where the best medical help is. Is that good enough?"

Anakin stared, blinking, confused. "Wait…you're actually helping?"

Obi-Wan frowned, hurt. "Yes! You're my best friend, Anakin, of course I'm helping!"

Anakin blushed. "Yeah…sorry. And thank you."

Obi-Wan clapped Anakin on the shoulder. "Anytime, friend. All you have to do is ask." The two comrades smiled at each other, smiles that could not feel the grief of the war surrounding them.

A/N: I love reviewers and live for constructive criticism!