First fanfiction! Is there still Star Wars fans out there? Funny story, I just discovered it! I listened to the movies about 6 months ago to please my dad and now I love it! So I decided I'll play with those characters a little :). Please note that english is not my primary language and I'm doing my best to avoid mistakes, but if you want to inform me on any mistakes I could have made, I would be very pleased!
And I obviously don't own Star Wars and its wonderful characters. Enjoy!
" That was a close one."
" You tell me..."
There was a long silence in the control room of the cruiser. Most of the crew had already gone to bed and the ship was now plunged in a comfortable tranquility. The only sounds you could hear were the occasional chirps from R2D2, the small talk of two stormtroopers standing at the back of the room and, if you listened very closely, you could almost hear the heartbeats of two Jedi Masters who were glad to have escaped with their lives, but who were still thrilling on the large dose of adrenaline the mission had brought them. A mission like this one could be easily classed as usual business. The two men knew that they had been through way worse than this. And as worse as the conditions may have been, they always got out of missions alive. Even though it went against some of their valors, deep within, they knew that one could never bear to leave the other one behind. Because they were always together. They've come a long way. From pure strangers, to Master and Padawan, becoming partners to finally seeing themselves as brothers. Together, no matter what.
A cough echoed. Concerned, Anakin Skywalker, also known as the Hero with no Fear, looked over the man standing beside him in the control room. Obi-Wan Kenobi. Also known as the Negotiator. The bearded Jedi had a serious look on his features, staring straight out at the large window as the cruiser flew at lightspeed. With reasons, they were almost both killed on this one. Not that they got away unharmed: they both carried minus and severe injuries which would need attendance later, mostly on Obi-Wan's side. The large wound on his chest had stopped bleeding, but Anakin could tell by the way his former master was struggling to stay still and by the sweat on his forehead that it wouldn't be long until infection took place in it. He himself had a couple of lashes in and his pained side warned him about a possible cracked rib, but nothing to be really concerned about. He had tried to convince his former Master to at least visit the ship's medical droid, but the older man had refused, as always. He had said he wanted to leave space for the stormtroopers who were injured in combat.
They were still travelling in hyperspace from their last battle. Even though Darth Sidious had been defeated a couple of weeks ago, the remaining separatists leaders had been launching desperate attacks against the Republic in attempt to bring it down once and for all. But with the death of Viceroy Gunray and the bombing of most of the Separatist droid facilities, the Republic was slowly setting back in place, most of the systems which had left it coming back under its protection. Everyone in the galaxy could feel the embrace of the end of the War.
Like the prophecy had predicted, it was Anakin who had struck Sidious and brought balance to the Force. Disguised as Chancellor Palpatine, Sidious had been very close to push Anakin to the Dark Side. Since Anakin was already in an uncomfortable position, with premonitions dreams about the death of his wife, his anger with his Master and his lack of trust in the Council. The Sith Lord had felt Anakin's distress and he played with it, hopefully to convince the Chosen One to become his new apprentice. When the boy discovered his true identity, Sidious had hoped that the argument of Padme's predicted death would work on him, twisting his soul away from the light. It almost did...
Anakin had turned the Sith over to the Jedi Council, but he had felt very guilty. Turning someone to justice, especially when that person was an ally and a friend for so many years, was no easy task. When Master Windu had gave him strict orders to stay at the Temple, doubts about his recent actions began to crumble his mind and press on his chest. He had felt panic rising dangerously high. What if Sidious really could save his wife from death? What if in the end, his nightmares were right? What if Padme was really to die in childbirth? The only thought of losing Padme was unbearable to him, he simply couldn't live without her. He couldn't explain it, she was his light, his life, his everything. When he thought about her, he felt himself becoming more powerful than ever. His anger faded away in battle and everything seemed so much easier...
So knowing that Master Windu was going to the Senate to catch the Sith Lord made him panic to the point he couldn't stay still. He couldn't stand there knowing his only chance to save Padme would be taken away from him. He had to go.
When he had arrived at Palpatine's office, several of his former Jedi colleagues were on the floor, dead. He had felt that Master Fisto wasn't one with the Force yet, but if he wasn't given medical attention soon, he would be. The Sith Lord, still in his Chancellor robes, was lying in a corner of the large window behind his desk, launching Force lightnings at Master Windu who was doing his best to block them with his purple blade.
When the sith Lord had seen him in the doorway, he had automatically reached for him. "I told you Anakin! I was right! The Jedi are taking over!" He had cried, looking like he was weakening by the minute under the backfire of his own Force lightnings.
"Don't listen to him, Anakin!" Mace Windu had shouted, looking like he would give up any second.
The both of them had seemed desperate for Anakin's help. The young Jedi Knight was looking at the scene, pondering his options. He had tried to say something, but his voice had been caught his his throat.
In a desperate attempt to lure him under his trap, the Dark Lord had tried to bring Anakin's guilt to its full power. "He's a traitor!" He had shouted, pointing to the tall Jedi Master. "Don't let him kill me!"
But Mace had not gave up the battle just yet. He had looked at Anakin with a fierce determination. "He is the traitor!"
It was then that Anakin realized that he had to choose his destiny. The battle in front of his eyes had reached a dead end. He had to take action. He knew he couldn't let the Chancellor die, or Padme would die too. His choice had been made. Anakin ignited his lightsaber with the very intention of stopping Master Windu. Even though the Jedi Code said not to kill unarmed prisoners, he knew the Sith Lord would be too dangerous to be kept alive. He knew Master Windu would end the Sith Lord's life as soon as he had the chance.
As he slowly raised his lightsaber in the air, he felt the Dark Side embracing his mind, his body, his soul. He felt his fear and his anger take over every other emotions. He was just about to cut Master Windu's hand when...
"Anakin! Don't do this!"
The voice of his former Master through their bond had abruptly stopped his action. Then his mind had been suddenly flowing with memories: Qui-Gon Jinn receiving the death blow from Darth Maul, followed by Obi-Wan alone in their apartment mourning his master. Nest was Count Dooku striking him with Force Lightning and then hurt his Master. Count Dooku slicing his right arm in battle. His Master lying under the bridge after Count Dooku had Force pushed it on him the night they rescued Palpatine. Killing and hurting without mercy. All the pain, the suffering...
Anakin was overwhelmed by those images sent by Obi-Wan through their bond. How his Master had known about this battle? He couldn't say. His mental bond with Obi-Wan had been getting stronger every day, and it was almost like they were always standing beside one another. If it weren't for the shields the two had learned to build as years passed, one would always be in the other's mind. And wherever Obi-Wan had been in the galaxy at that moment, he had felt Anakin's step towards the Dark Side.
Anakin knew he would fall into the Dark Side if he saved the Sith Lord. He somehow knew Sidious had the intention of making him his apprentice and he would eventually become a Sith Lord himself. Or in other words, he would become the awful creature Obi-Wan just showed him in his mind. The creature that imposed anger, hate suffering and killed without mercy.
Padme would never approve of this. She believed in Democracy, in peace, in liberty. Would he become a Sith, she would hate him. He would be the very thing, the very principle she fought against all her life. That's when Anakin had realized that becoming a Sith, even with the intention of saving her life in the end, wasn't the right path. He would lose her anyway.
No. He wouldn't lose her. Coruscant had the galaxy's best doctors and medical droids. He would be by her side when the child would be ready. He would do anything to protect her. But he would not become a Sith to do so. For Padme's sake.
Thinking about nothing but her, he felt the Force empower him. The blow that had been supposed to hit Master Windu went sideways and separated Palpatine's head from his body.
And the Sith were no more.
He had earned Mace Windu's trust. The council had granted him the title of Master. Without the Sith's lead, the Republic was free to regain control. Padme had been elected Chancellor. Obi-Wan didn't questioned Anakin's little voyage to the Dark Side. He was proud enough of his former Padawan just because he was able to refuse that path, as seductive as it seemed.
And now there they were. Fighting off the remaining Separatists leaders.
They were coming back from the planet Geonosis, where Separatist Leader Cat Miin had been hiding. Miin's capture had made the mission a complete success and the Jedi duo was now bringing her to Coruscant so she would be met by the Senators to negotiate her status as prisoner of war. Only if she refused to participate would she be put behind bars. With Padme as Chancellor, it was vital that negotiations were made before considering the jail sentence. The young woman always believed in compassion and thus always made sure the prisoners were given a second chance. At first, Anakin hadn't been very fond of the idea: for him, if a person was found to be guilty, they should accept their sentence. But after she reminded him how many times second chances saved their butts during the Clone Wars, he had shut his mouth. He had to admit it was a valuable point.
Back on the cruiser, after Anakin personally made sure that their prisoner was securely behind bars in the ship and out of possible trouble, he had set their course to the capital planet. Now all they needed to do was wait the several hours of travelling in hyperspace before they arrived at destination. Everything was fine except for Obi-Wan's acute pain coming from his chest wound. Just looking at the Jedi Master was enough to conclude that he wasn't okay. He was taking long, shallow breath while keeping perfectly still and staring right in front of him. Probably in order to control the pain he was in.
Anakin shook his head in disbelief and decided to take a stand. He often had to so do with Obi-Wan. The Jedi Master was diplomatic in many ways, but became a huge baby when it came to medical attention. "Come on Master, let's take care of those wounds of yours…" Anakin declared while putting a reassuring hand on the older Jedi's shoulder. He may not be able to bring Obi-Wan to the medical droid, but he knew his Master was more comfortable if he treated the wound himself.
Obi-Wan let out a long sigh at his former Padawan's persistence. "Anakin, I'm fine…" he lied, trying to support himself on one of the control panels of the cruiser. The pain on his chest was close to unbearable, but the Negotiator would never admit that. He just hoped that by supporting himself a little he would avoid passing out on the floor…
Anakin's concern grew even stronger when Obi-Wan suddenly reached on the side to grab the edge of a control panel. The man's face was draining dead white. With swift reflexes, Anakin reached for the older man. "Whoa, easy Master…"
Anakin put an arm around Obi-Wan's waist, and slowly lead him to one of the ship's chambers. Helping the older Jedi to lie gently on the bed, he grabbed the first aid kit he kept under it. They always kept an extra kit in case the Medical droid became overwhelmed. Opening the box, Anakin took a good look on the blood covered gash on his Master's chest and shook his head again. He would need a lot of bacta patches for this one. When he reached through their shared bond, he could feel the acute pain his Master was going through. It made every single breath difficult for the man.
When all was set, Anakin slowly grabbed Obi-Wan's Jedi robes and, after being granted permission from said Jedi, removed the top layers. They were soaked in blood, and would probably need to be replaced. Anakin couldn't help but flinch as more and more of his Master's skin was revealed to the light: Obi-Wan's chest was covered in cuts and purple bruises. One bruise was particularly big, covering most of his upper left chest. Anakin gently passed his finger on the hot, purple skin, but took his fingers away when his Master hissed in pain.
"Careful, Anakin..." He choked, his hands fisting the bedsheets in pain.
Anakin offered his Master an apologetic smile and went to grab the necessary in the box. "Sorry, Master." He whispered, keeping the atmosphere calm and light. They both needed it after all the battle chaos.
Taking his attention back to the large gash, Anakin couldn't help but gasp lightly: the wound was worse than he thought. He could see some obvious signs of infection and Anakin could tell by touching Obi-Wan's chest that he had a fever. The least he could do right now was try to soothe the pain before touching anything. He reached in the bag and pulled out a very familiar syringe. Obi-Wan backed off slightly at its sight, letting out a gasp of pain in the process, his muscles screaming out in protest at the sudden move.
"Wh-what is that?" He asked, biting his bottom lip at the pain his moves brought.
Looking at the syringe still in his hand, Anakin smiled softly remembering the case. Obi-Wan had once told him he had been tortured on a mission when he was still a Padawan. The time Master Qui-Gon Jinn took to find him was enough for Obi-Wan to develop a fear of needles. He had learned to control it over the years but still had a slight problem with them at their sight. Anakin put on a reassuring face, understanding his Master's struggle but needing to soothe his pain nonetheless.
"Painkillers. Don't worry, it'll be quick." He answered on a promising tone, showing his former Master that there was no need to be afraid.
He aligned the syringe in the right spot on his Master's arm. Obi-Wan looked away and his body got tense. He still couldn't bare to see the needle pierce his skin.
"Deep breath. One, two, three, there you go!" Anakin said as he shot the liquid on his arm, slowly rubbing the spot so the painkiller would spread away quickly.
Obi-wan jumped slightly when the needle made contact with his skin, but let out a long grunt of relief when the painkiller fastly took effect. Every muscle in his body finally relaxed and he felt himself becoming heavier on the mattress. His forehead was covered with sweat: his fever was making him feel like an alive furnace. Anakin went out of the room and came back with a cold damp cloth. Sitting beside his Master, he rubbed the cold tissue on Obi-Wan's face and neck. The older Jedi closed his eyes and sighed under the welcoming sensation, turning his head to the side so Anakin could reach it better.
"It's nice when you let me take care of you, Master." Anakin whispered, taking the cloth away from Obi-Wan's face so he could start taking care of his wounds.
Obi-Wan barely opened his eyes, the painkillers were slowly sedating him and made him feel lightheaded. "Hmm, stop calling me that, Anakin..." He croaked, his voice weak from the induced slumber coming from the painkiller.
"You know I can't help it, Master!" Anakin whispered through their bond, saving Obi-Wan the effort of producing words.
"Very well, my very young apprentice!" The older Jedi replied, his voice through the bond alive with his usual teasing sarcasm.
Anakin laughed at the comment. Oh did he hated it when his Master called him like that when he was still a Padawan. At first, he always became angry when Obi-Wan called him like that. When he was a Padawan, Anakin had always hated to be put back in his place. But as he grew older and picked up in maturity, the nickname became some sort of a joke between them. Even in his sedated state, Obi-Wan had a small smile on his face.
"Ok Master, I'm going to put some bandages on your chest. I'm sorry, it might hurt a bit." He cautioned, grabbing disinfectant patches out of their package.
With swift and gentle moves, careful of Obi-Wan reactions, Anakin disinfected the area, removing any remaining blood and sand from the wound. Just like he thought, the gash was swollen and already infected. The sight made Anakin growl in annoyance.
"Force, Obi-Wan, you should've let me take care of you from the beginning! It wouldn't be so much infected and you would've been on your feet by now..." Anakin stated, his voice angry but his hands still careful not to hurt his Master too much.
"Probably... but we had a mission... to complete..." Obi-Wan replied in a sleepy voice, not bothering to open his eyes. He trusted his former Padawan with his life.
Anakin decided that arguing with his Master right now was a lost cause. The pain he was going through was more than enough 'punishment' for him and his selflessness. Obi-Wan had been injured when his ship crashed right in the beginning of battle. A piece of metal went out of place, tearing in Obi-Wan's chest in its path, and even if the wound was bleeding considerably when Anakin joined in on the crash site, Obi-Wan had insisted they went on with the fight. Anakin let out a sigh. Why did his Master always had to be the perfect Jedi...
After the wound was thoroughly cleaned, he threw out the soiled disinfecting patches in the nearby trash compartment. Afterwards, he put on several bacta patches on the wound and fixed them tightly on his chest. The bacta fluid would calm the infection and help the skin heal properly. Now, his Master would have to stay in bed and move the less possible, but since those type of painkillers were known to completely sedate their patient, Anakin wasn't very concerned about keeping the man still. Obi-Wan's breathing was slow and steady compared to the harsh and tense one he had earlier. When Anakin looked up to his Master's face, the drugs had already knocked him out. Good thing, Anakin thought, Obi-Wan would need at least several hours of rest. It would have been a challenge to get him to do it if he was awake. Fortunately, the drug took care of it.
After carefully lifting himself from the mattress, Anakin put his Master's robes aside and put a small cover on him. They have been through worse before and he knew his Master would be okay in a couple of days. As he left the room closing the lights and the door behind him, he gave his troopers strict orders not to disturb his former Master and walked back to the control panel. If everything went as planned, they would be back in Coruscant in no time.
"I'm coming home, Padme..." Anakin whispered to himself, thinking about his secret wife who was probably waiting for him right now.
Several hours later, the ship got out of hyperspace, the capital planet right in front of it. As the ship wall shook slightly from the sudden drop of speed, Obi-Wan woke up from a feverish, agitated sleep in a warm bed. Confused, he looked around himself. That's when he realized that his chest was bare and the large wound on it was bandaged. Oh, right. Anakin had taken care of it last night. Speaking of him, where was he? Concentrating, Obi-Wan closed his eyes and reached through the Force for the man at the other end of the bond.
"Anakin?" He called, feeling his former Padawan was rather close to him.
He was right: it took only several seconds for Anakin to show at the door.
"Oh good, Master! You're awake. We'll be landing in the minute, so let me help you get dressed..." Anakin offered as he entered the room with a sympathetic smile on his face.
Obi-Wan grunted as he lifted himself to a sitting position on the mattress and shook his head. "Anakin, I'm quite capable of dressing myself alone." He simply declared, his words not very credible as his face twitched in discomfort. Anakin sighed and let the older Jedi get along by himself but staying close in case things got bad.
Obi-Wan lift himself off the bed and got on his feet, holding his breath when a sharp pain hit his chest. The painkillers obviously weren't effective anymore, but Obi-Wan knew he could act like they still were. He noticed a pile of beige fabrics on the small table near the bed: Anakin had been kind enough to change his Jedi robes. He tried to keep himself straight as he took them, but he was struggling to stretch enough to put the tunic on. In no time, Anakin was at his side, holding the robe open so he could just slide in. Even though Obi-Wan's pride was hurt a little, he did appreciated his former Padawan's help.
"Anakin?"
"Yeah?"
"... Thank you." The words were sincere.
Anakin smiled. "Anything for my brother."
Obi-Wan's heart skipped a beat. Brother. Each time Anakin called him like that, it always brought a weird yet pleasant feeling in his chest. Whether it was in the chaos of battle or even while looking at the younger man snore loudly after falling asleep on a movie back at the Temple, Obi-Wan always felt kind of stronger in Anakin's presence. He could not deny that he was very attached to his former Padawan and the thought of not having him by his side was unbearable to him. He simply didn't think he could handle Anakin being gone. Sometimes, he could even swear the Force was blessing their relationship, even though their closeness was hands and feet against several rules of the Jedi Code. A relationship like the one they shared was considered dangerous among Jedi. So why in the blazes did it felt so right?
At first, Obi-Wan had been reticent towards Anakin's rather frequent affection marks. It went all the way back when the younger Jedi was still a 9 years old boy. When he missed his mother and came knocking at his bedroom door to ask for a hug. Obi-Wan had tried to keep him away, to teach him how attachments were dangerous for a Jedi, how it could lead them to the Dark Side. But Anakin's pleading eyes had always got him to sigh, kneel in front of the little boy and drag him in his arms.
There was that one night, also. He had made a nightmare, seeing Qui-Gon being killed again and again. He had woken up feeling completely responsible, his throat sore from the shout he knew he had let out. Panting, he had prepared himself to meditate, to release his feelings through the Force like he had been trained to since he was a youngling. To no avail. The feelings were simply too raw.
And of course, Anakin had to come knock at the door. Obi-Wan remembered clearly how annoyed he had been when the little boy came in his room, without his permission per say. Not only that, he had jumped on the bed like he was owning it! He still remembered how he stared at little Anakin in complete disbelief, well prepared to give him the scolding of the year. But he didn't have the time to, because little Anakin had told him that he heard him shout in his sleep and thus he needed a hug.
Obi-Wan had been a little bit taken aback by little Anakin's words. After a moment, he had bit back that he most certainly didn't need a hug. But when the little boy has wrapped his arms around his shoulders anyway, the tension in his body had almost eased immediately. Sighing in defeat, Obi-Wan had hugged the little boy back.
As Anakin grew up, the two Jedi became closer and closer, to the point where Obi-Wan had started to get worried the Council would notice something was out of place. But if the Council didn't noticed, they certainly encouraged the two to stay together, even after Anakin was knighted. They were the most powerful duo in the Order: why separate them?
So when Anakin called him brother, Obi-Wan couldn't help but smile. The younger man had became his brother, indeed. Sometimes, Obi-Wan wondered if the Code really was right to banish any kind of attachment for a Jedi. If the Council knew how different he felt around his former Padawan, maybe-
When he realised where his train of thoughts was bringing him, Obi-Wan shook his head slightly. That was absolutely impossible. The Council had always been harsh on that specific rule and any Jedi who was found to be too emotionally attached to someone was expelled without questions. Obi-Wan sincerely hoped it would never happen to him or Anakin…
Several minutes later, the cruiser landed on a platform at the Senate. As Anakin and Obi-Wan were descending from the large ship, the clonetroopers escorted Miin into the large building so she could be locked up until the negotiations would take place. As soon as the doors closed behind the escorting squad, the two Jedi Masters walked to meet Chancellor Amidala, who was walking as fast as her large pregnant body allowed her to.
"Master Skywalker, Master Kenobi, it's good to see you alive and well." Padme said as the the younger Master bowed to her in respect. Looking over at Anakin, she tried her best to hide the excitement of seeing her secret husband again. They haven't seen each other in a long time and she was happy to see no major injuries on him. she hated it when anakin came back home covered in blood and bruises, but it was part of the deal to be secretly married to a Jedi.
"It's good to see you too, Chancellor." Anakin said in good diplomacy. He knew formalities were absolutely necessary to keep their cover. Obi-Wan had had enough doubts about their relationship when he was still a Padawan that he'd learn to shut his mouth in front of his Master. He loved the woman to death, but being kicked out of the Jedi Order was not something he was very looking forward to.
Obi-Wan simply bowed his head to the Chancellor, knowing that making an attempt to talk would put the attention on the fact that he was wounded and he didn't really needed that kind of attention right now. If he could hide it well enough, he shouldn't have to go to the healing ward where some healer and medical droids would put him to rest for a couple of days. Rubbish. He could take care of himself.
Chancellor Amidala looked back at the door where the group of troopers escorting Miin disappeared earlier and seemed relieved when she returned her glance to the two Jedi standing in front of her. "One less separatist leader to deal with." She sighed. "I'm so glad democracy could override any ideas of dictatorship. For our galaxy to be safe and prosper, every single system should have a voice. Dictatorship would be a disaster. Once all the separatist leaders are arrested, we can at last have peace in the galaxy." She declared, smiling at Anakin.
"Now that the Sith Lord is vanquished, I'm sure peace will last for another thousand years, Chancellor." Anakin said on a confident tone, discreetly winking at his secret wife. He glanced at her swollen belly: it wouldn't be long before she give birth. Anakin would make sure she would be taken care of by the best doctors of the capital. He would not lose her. Even if his nightmares had stopped since Sidious has been destroyed, he wouldn't take any chances. She would not die in childbirth, not on his watch. Force, he loved her...
"And that, all thanks to you, Master Jedi" Padme responded with a smile. She couldn't wait for the baby to be born. Lately, she caught herself wondering if he would have Anakin's eyes or hers. If he would have her calm and serene attitude, or be all over the place like his father. Either way, he would come to the world in an era of peace. She couldn't be happier.
Obi-Wan glanced at the Chancellor as she talked to his former Padawan. She was a very courageous woman to stay in office while being pregnant like this. He did find it weird that she had always been elusive as to who the father was. Even though it was none of his business, he and Padme had been very good friends ever since he helped her in the crisis of her home planet, Naboo. He really hoped nothing bad happened to her.
Meeting his eyes, Padme gave him a curious look. He straightened his shoulder as she started to walk towards him and bit back a ground of pain before anyone could hear it. When Padme raised an eyebrow in front of him, he felt a dreaded feeling crawl on his back. It was like she could see through every single shield he put on to hide his wounds. "For someone as diplomatic as you are, I find the Negotiator to be awfully quiet. Master Kenobi, is everything alright?" She asked softly, putting a gentle hand on one of his shoulders.
Kriff. Deep breath Kenobi.
"Yes, thank you milady. Now if you'll excuse us, we have a report to prepare for the Council. Anakin?" Obi-Wan declared on the most even tone he could produce, gesturing for his partner to follow him back on the ship.
On this word, the two Jedi bowed to the Chancellor, Obi-Wan holding his breath doing so. His bandages were wet against his skin, the wound had started to bleed again. When he realised it, he cursed under his breath. After Anakin mouthed a "see you after dinner" to his wife, he followed his former Master on the way back to the ship.
Only when the docking bay closed behind them, Obi-Wan let out the breath he was holding, but immediately recomposed himself as Anakin settled close to him. If the younger man ever discovered that his wound was bleeding again, he would end up at the healing ward. He knew Anakin: the younger man would literally drag him there by the feet if he needed to. Obi-Wan couldn't let that happen. He refused to be put on forced leave for several days.
When Anakin sat on a chair beside his Master, he closed his eyes and sighed. That had been short. He had wished to see his secret wife for a little longer, but the presence of his Master made it impossible. If Obi-Wan ever discovered their relationship, he would bring him in front of the Council and he would be expelled. Obi-Wan had always been very strict with the Jedi Code rules, and he had a feeling the one on attachments was no exception.
Attachments. Anakin never quite understood that kriffing rule banishing them in the Code. As long as he could remember, attachments had always helped him to get through anything. He had always felt so more powerful in the presence of his beloved Master or his loved wife. It even helped him to refuse the path down the Dark Side. How stupid enough was the Jedi Council not to realise that?
Several times, he had wanted to turn to someone he trusted to talk about it, to tell how much his attachments to both his former Master and his wife made him more powerful in so many different levels in the Force. But the risks were too high. He could not afford to be expelled, at least not right now…
Speaking of the Force, he felt a long shout of pain ringing through the bond as his Master's shield shook slightly. He raised a hand on his own chest as he could almost feel the pain himself. Obi-Wan must be in pretty rough pain for him to feel it like that. and he was sitting beside him, not saying a word! His former Master was incorrigible.
"You should go to the healing ward Master when we arrive at the Temple. Your pain is so intense I can feel it myself. Maybe there's more damage that we could actually see, I'm worried." Anakin said through their bond.
Beside him, Obi-Wan shifted on his seat, clearly annoyed that Anakin brought the subject on the table again. "Please Anakin, you know how much I despise that place... Give it time and I'll be alright." Obi-Wan whispered back, thickening his shields so Anakin wouldn't actually feel his pain.
Anakin bit his lips. There really was no way to convince his Master to take care of himself. "All right. But only if you promise me to rest properly. As soon as we're home, I'll change your bandages, give you another painkiller and you let me report to the Council. If I see you up, only once, I swear your little ass is gonna land at the healer's!" Anakin warned, thinking about how he would have to drag Obi-Wan to get him there. His Master had many abilities, but staying helpless in the healing ward to take care of himself wasn't one.
Obi-Wan almost chuckled, but he truly felt the threat in Anakin's words. "I promise, Anakin..."
The ship lead them to the Jedi Temple, where they made their way to their shared quarters. When they arrived in front of the door, Anakin Force opened it with a wave of his hand. The two of them went to the bathroom where they kept the medical kit. As Anakin gathered everything he needed to take care of his stubborn Master, Obi-Wan begun to unfasten his Jedi robes. Anakin stopped him gently.
"I think it would be better to do this when you're lying down. Those painkillers will knock you out and I don't plan on dragging you into bed, if you know what I mean..." The younger man joked, winking at Obi-Wan has he walked to the older Jedi's bedroom, the medical kit in his hand.
Obi-Wan smiled, turning to follow Anakin. "I think that for all the times I did dragged you to bed after you passed out in the living room hopelessly drunk, you owe me one. And countless others for not reporting you to the Council." He warned, smiling as memories of Anakin piss drunk proclaiming to the kitchen appliances how he loooooved his Master came back to his mind.
Anakin laughed. He would give his life a thousand times for this man. His mother may be dead today, but at least he had a brother he could always count on. No matter what.
Anakin helped Obi-Wan out of his robes and into his bed. Sitting on the edge, Anakin gently removed the bandages he put on the night before. The wound did started to bleed again, but not as much as he expected. Grabbing some gauzes, he cleaned off the area, making Obi-Wan flinch under the pain.
"Oh, sorry Master..."
He made sure Obi-Wan had another shot of painkillers before he went on. When he felt his Master relax, he went back to business. He was relieved to find that the gash did not get worse. Maybe Obi-Wan would be okay after all. When his Master was properly bandaged and completely knocked out from the drug, Anakin went to report to the Council.
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