Faster update than last time :) Don't have much to say about this chapter: please just don't kill me for what I did to Obi-wan... :P Unless you want me to hyperventilate about ice hockey... And thank you so much for your reviews! :D
Soo, chapter 3:
Where am I?
His thoughts swirled as the man tried to figure out where he was. But then, to the even more important question:
Who am I?
And those three words made his breath hitch as he tried to remain calm. His brain seemed dull and groggy while a deep pain ached in his temples. He touched his head with a careful hand and felt something warm and sticky. As he held his hand in front of him he stared in wonder at the red staining his fingers. Blood, was what his confused thought told him. Red like the lava, sky and fire around him. Even the ground shifted in red.
Choosing to ignore this he scrambled up on his feet and swayed dangerously. The lava floating closer and closer didn't look safe so he staggered upwards. His throat burned and he winced as he moved. His left arm was burned and bloody, as well as his left side.
Deciding he could do nothing about it at the moment he kept walking aimlessly. Every moment caused extreme pain, but in some ways he was happy about it.
Pain distracted him. Otherwise, he would have to think about… well, him. Who he was, where he was, what he was. He, he, he. Always he and him and his, nothing else. Didn't he have a name? Something tugged at his mind, some sort of memory that was trying to tell him something. He desperately tried to cling to that strange feeling, but the memory slinked out of his grasp.
The man pressed a hand to his forehead and frowned. Focus, he told himself. There was no use to think about that right now, firstly he had to survive.
Live in the moment, a voice whispered inn his mind and his head shot up. The voice had felt so real that it could have belonged to someone standing right beside him. Shaking his head roughly he kept limping.
By the time he thought he wouldn't find anything else than fire and ruins, he finally spotted something that could be his rescue. A lone, black starfighter stood about a hundred yards from him. With a relieved breath he forced his trembling legs to hurry closer.
Something in his mind screamed out a warning and out of instinct he threw himself out of the way. The earth rumbled and roared, before cracking up in lighting speed. Feeling that danger was at his heels the feeling inside him nudged him to the starfighter. Drawing energy from the light aura he broke out in an inhuman run. Blocking, dodging and twisting he managed to get away from the danger without feeling the pain all too well.
Earthquakes. Yes, he was prepared for that. But for the cracking earth destroying the weapon stores… Not that he was surprised over the weapons, since the planet didn't seem peaceful. It was just that they had hid it away in tunnels under the ground.
When he finally reached the starfighter he looked back in wonder. Apparently the weapon store had been bigger than he thought, and also older. The weapons had not been the usual, but still built by explosive material and powder-
Wait… He closed his eyes and tried to think. The weapons weren't usual? Did that mean he could remember something? He smiled a little bit: it was something no-one would notice or care about, but for him it was a relief. Maybe, just maybe, it was a small step closer to his memories.
He took one more step to the starfighter before falling to his knees with a gasp. The injuries and pain treated to overwhelm him, and he blindly reached for the comforting feeling again. It soothed him, lessened the pain and calmed him. It was… familiar. Something he vaguely could remember, because it had never left him.
With that thought he pushed himself upwards and waggled to the starfighter and climbing in. The cockpit was small and stuffy, causing him to feel uncomfortable right after he climbed in. He looked down at the control board and hesitated.
And then what? He was sure he could fly this thing, even if it could be a few… problems. But another issue: he had no idea of where he could go. Leaning closer to the controls and pushing a few buttons was at least better than doing nothing.
A small copy of the closest systems appeared in front of them. He narrowed his eyes. He was currently on a planet called Mustafar, which sadly lay a good distance away from other systems.
The closest planet was Polis Massa, but before he had put his hands on the controls the strange light protested wildly. Sighing, he looked at the planet which was further away from Mustafar.
Tyles-Nu was a small planet, he observed. He knew nothing of the systems, and except for Polis Massa the small planet was the closest. The light in his mind murmured slightly and he knew Tyles-Nu wasn't the safest place to go to. But his injured body couldn't take much more. So he ignored the gentle poking in the back of his head and set off.
With his wounds treated – if there were any local hospital there – maybe he would get time to think. Because he knew he needed that. Again, he wondered tiredly who he was.
Anakin Skywalker was not a patient man. Never was, never will be. And he hated feeling helpless. He tapped his mechanical fingers against the white hospital chair and looked over at the two small children sleeping in their safe beds.
Just seeing them made a smile reach his mouth and eyes. Two children. Two. Padmé had given birth to wonderful twins. He was a father! The twins, Luke and Leia, were perfectly healthy according to the med-droids.
But their mother was still asleep. Anakin had panicked at first, until he was reassured that she only was exhausted after the birth. She was alive. His vision hadn't come true, and he was utterly relieved. His spirits were higher than they had been for a long time. He, Padmé and the twins – they were family. They wouldn't have to hide away or worry about their future. They could have anything they wanted.
Still smiling, he leaned closer to the white hospital bed and touched his wife's face. She was still, even after the years he had known her, the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Taking her cold hand in his own he looked at her.
"You have to wake up soon", he murmured to her. "Luke and Leia are sleeping right now, but as soon as they wake up they'll begin to yell for you." A soft laugh escaped his lips. "I believe they're going to be two very energetic troublemakers as soon as they grow a bit."
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly and Anakin smiled again as he saw her waking up.
She opened deep brown eyes and looked straight at him.
But it wasn't a look he had expected. Her eyes were filled with fear and the smallest glimmer of anger.
Oops... Yes, sadly, our dear Master Kenobi seems to have gotten a small, aah, hit to the head. Don't look at me like that! He's just... very good at attracting trouble. Apparently he wasn't as thick-headed as I thought...
Reviews? Obi-wan's health is at stake...
