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Here to There

Obligation to survive

On a quest, running to the beginning

Came to be, how it begun

All alone now


The Jedi temple held bittersweet memories, from times that were not truly his. He remembered as a youngling how big everything looked. The ceiling high above, and the pillars that held it, stretching out into the Heavens. Strange, how everything looked so vivid... like he was in a dream walking with the other younglings. Young and innocently arrogant. He watched from a distance as some changed others, but in a playful way. Obi-Wan was always watching from a distance, never truly in the moment.

There, in the corner. A child, smaller than the rest, was on his knees. Watching like Obi-Wan, in a familiar way. He looked so... lonely. Afraid of rejection. And the small child turned towards him and their eyes met.

And Obi-Wan woke up.


Obi-Wan had associated with the Healers more than enough to recognize the soft white ceiling. Coming from missions, even as a padawan, he spends nights there as the Healers chased him for it. So the peace settled into his bones; he could be floating, for all he knew, because of right now this was familiar territory. Obi-Wan knew this time around that he wouldn't panic like he did before with Anakin. (He wasn't sure if he wouldn't freak out every time he saw him.)

But right now he could feel the lightness and he could feel the light that surrounded the temple. Like a long-forgotten friend. It was almost comical, in a twisted sort of way, how everything turned out—technically he dealt with too many Sith, really—were almost average in comparison to what they would deal with in the future.

Because in the future, they mostly dealt with pirates and ghost stories, a decent amount of Sith, and the droids. A humorless chuckle almost rolled off his lips. Sith—there was a time when the thought of dealing with Sith actually scared him. Of course, they still did, in some way. But dealing with their plans, and their ways taught him to deal with it. So he was somewhat prepared when the Jedi came into the room. Like one hundred percent sure... Or maybe like twenty percent. He wasn't so sure now.

But it was too late to back out now for Master Che, Healer and the one that mostly chased him around the Temple. She was still like he remembered her — only less blood, more light, still alive— but it seemed that she sensed his inner turmoil. It seemed nothing could possible escape the highly accomplished Healer.

"Ah, Obi-Wan! Welcome back to the land of the living. How are you feeling?"

Obi-Wan swallowed the fear and the anxiety, because there stood the Healer who pretty much chased him most of the time. The Jedi who was killed without a second thought by the Clones, brothers-in-arms. He wasn't—

"Obi-Wan!"

Ah, it seemed at she had been trying, and failing, to get his attention. Which she immediately pounced on.

"I apologize, I'm just... very tired, and hungry," he said.

Master Che made a disapproving noise at the back of her throat before she started to pounced on him with questions. Are you okay? Where does it hurt? On a scale from one to ten? Do you know your name? Who I am? — and he answered them all passably, if somewhat groggily.

He knew most of them, that's of course until she told the question of, "What's the date?"

Ah, kriff.

He knew the question would come up eventually,bbut he couldn't scrap together an answer that would get him out of this one. Because he didn't know. Master Che stopped tapping in the data tablet and raised an eyebrow. Yes, this is not a good situation. He swallowed, but he knew it was too late for him. He answered every question without hesitation, proving that he was alright. But this was bad.

"It's..." What was the year? Well, it could be—

"Right. You're not getting out of here any time soon, Kenobi. I'll bring the medicine for the swelling in your brain. And your brusies. Now don't leave and rest." Before he could utter a single protest Master Che was out of the door, looking for her next patient. Or victim.

Obi-Wan lay back into the bed. Kriff. He needed to get out of here. He sneaked a peek around the ward, feeling others walking past, not taking a look in. Which was always good, of course. Taking a deep breath, he sucked on his lips as he rose and walked out of the ward. He was glad of the victim that Master Che had on her hands.

Walking in the shadows, he almost fell as he saw Masters, padawans, and younglings walking around. No death, no burned bodies. Just the peace of the stones.

"Calm yourself, padawan. Take a breath. They are safe and alive."

He gave a harsh breath when he heard his Master's voice around in his head. He pushed himself to the pillar for support. He was right, he needed to see reason. The surreal feeling, like he was walking in a dream. He supposed it would be the case.

"Master, what do I do?" But before he could get a response, he heard steps behind him. There, walking directly to him, with fury and commitment, was Anakin Skywalker.


Anakin swore silently as he stalked out of the Council. They seemed to placed the blame on Obi-Wan for his injuries. Like if he chose that. But they were old fools who—

"Ah, Master Skywalker?" A young girl with a padawan's braid appeared at Anakin's elbow.

"Um, yes?"

The padawan's Force signature flared a bit brighter as she smiled in response.

"Master Che would like to speak to you at the Healer's about Master Kenobi, sir."

At this, his confidence faltered. His Master. What had happened? Did something happen? But if she could see the thoughts the young padawan immediately reassured him.

"Oh, you see it's just that Master Kenobi is out of his resting bed and Master Che needs your help finding him."

Anakin froze. His Master, the same Obi-Wan who lectured too much... ran away from the Healers? He dismissed the padawan and headed for the Healer's Wing. And as expected his Master was gone.

But it took only a few seconds for Anakin to locate his old Master, slogging down the pillar, away from sight that made it difficult to see and his lightsaber ready. Relief flooded through him at the visual confirmation that his master wasn't hurt or worse, that he was alive and well. But then anger flared as his eyes scanned the surrounding area for anyone as he hurriedly made his way over to Obi-Wan. The moment he was within arm's reach, Anakin pulled Obi-wan forward, before Obi-Wan took a step back, gripping the his side.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" The words rushed out of him as his eyes scrutinized Obi-Wan for any visible or hidden injuries. He looked tired and a bit wobbly, but relatively unscathed.

Obi-wan shook his head. "No, A-Anakin, I'm fine. I mean other than..." He gestured to his bruised side. Anakin immediately let go, guilty that he forgot his own injuries.

"Oh. Sorry. Wait, aren't you supposed to be with the Healers?" Sarcasm wasn't his best suit, that was all Obi-Wan. But Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, something the studiously polite Jedi rarely did. What Anakin never could understand was Obi-Wan's need to run away from the Healers.

"Anakin, have you talked to the Council?"

Anakin scoffed and, of course Obi-Wan would ask this sooner than later, but had he even seen himself? Though the look of that Obi-Wan gave him made him take a mental step back. He exhaled through his nose, before answering.

"Yes, Master, but please, don't worry about it. They say they'll speak to you later," he replied, hoping to get his Master off the matter. To his surprise, his Master simply nodded instead of asking more. That was somewhat promising. "Are you sure, you're okay? I can get something for you?"

Anakin saw how... conflicted his Master was. That was something that his Master didn't do. He followed the Code without a fault and never showed too much emotion. But this? Something must have happened, something beyond even what he knew. Because his Master had a turmoil of emotions, dangerous, inside him.

"No, A-Anakin I will be fine. Just, I just need rest, to mediate," And Obi-wan walked away, leaving behind a very confused and hurt Anakin.


After Order 66 and the events that followed right after, a grumpy Anakin would be a easy task. Those years... Obi-Wan absently rubbed his good arm. They had pushed all of them to the edge, and some of them over.

He shook his head, knocking the thoughts loose. This is his second chance; he didn't want to dwell on the bad things in his past, or the future. Because right now he was here, not there. He dug a knuckle against his eye. Their life was hard. It was bloody, it was messy, and it was thankless, but it wasn't terrible. There were moments of happiness. Memories to be cherished, to hold onto tightly when everything else went to hell.

He could recall one such memory: Rex and Cody were celebrating a mission, and Anakin and Obi-Wan both decided to join in. He remembered the bickering of both Anakin and Cody. The silent amusement of Rex. And the other clones. Who somehow brought beverages on board and he remembered knowing lying about it.

It left nothing but ash in his mouth.

Obi-Wan thought he had been prepared; he had talked briefly with his Master on his way before Anakin found him. It had caused a surge of emotions, but they had been shoved brutally to the side in favor of more pressing issues. Because he couldn't realise those emotions now, not in the presence of his old padawan.

Now that he was standing there in front of the door the held the barrier between them and the perished Jedi... Now that he could smell the familiar scent of the temple, the younglings alive and running, and the air that was clean of blood and burned flesh... Now that he could reach out and feel the ruff but warm stones and the solid presence beneath the it... It was overwhelming, like a punch to the gut.

But he payed no attention to the door. Because he couldn't go in there. Not now.

Instead he ran to his quarters. Everything was in place, if it wasn't burned or raided. He felt like a coward, running away from his fellow Masters. But seeing the room again, a thing he didn't paid attention nor remembered he couldn't help but give a small cry to it. Because after living in Tatooine, sand always everywhere, cold in the middle of the night and the tragedy of everything. But now standing here instead of there, seeing a bed, his, brought emotions that he didn't fully understand.

Because he was here. Not there. Here with the Jedi, still living, and Anakin hasn't fallen, and he didn't have to be in the run, living under the coat of fear. And when Obi-Wan sat down in the mattress sobs broke free. His hand covering the wet sobs that wreck chaos in his body. Finally, sleep allayed his wary bones, soothing and putting to rest. He watched and let the darkness claim him.


Outside of the comfort and stillness of the room, the Force sang with righteousness.