Prompt from Boltspark and JakeChambers: Love could you possibly do a few sequels for this like,2 years later Obi-wan is killed on a mission and Mace watches him die and when Qui-gon is told he feels really bad and living up to his nickname,Bratakin doesn't care about obi at all until he relises that obi-wan died fighting grievous or something like that? & Anything with the phrase "Qui-Gon curled around Anakin," please.
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"Raise your arm up a little bit more Anakin." Qui-Gon directed gently, smiling as his padawan nodded and adjusted his stance accordingly, "Excellent. You'll be moving onto the next five katas before we know it."
Anakin beamed, a lot of pride in that one grin… possibly even a little too much.
"How old was Kenobi when he got to this point?"
Qui-Gon winced at this. Anakin always thought everything was a competition against his old padawan… maybe he felt like he was in Obi-Wan's shadow?
After all, it had been two years since Obi-Wan's knighting ceremony, and the pair hadn't talked since Qui-Gon though he was dying on Naboo.
"You and Obi-Wan are very different…" he tried to scold his current padawan, "… Not everything is a competition between the pair of you."
"…. I bet he was older."
Before Qui-Gon could even think about scolding his padawan again, he saw movement near the door, prompting him to turn around… and take a step back in shock.
Master Windu was standing there, looking less than his usual impeccable self…. There were still blood stains on his tunic.
He'd been on a mission with Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon knew that much, and that was what was giving him an eerie feeling.
"Qui-Gon…" Mace took a deep breath, "… I-I need to speak to you."
"Please no…."
Mace winced at Qui-Gon's desperate plea, "I'm sorry…" he whispered, "… We were caught unawares. The planet had a good army, but they weren't enough. Obi-Wan and I tried to hold them back, but- "
"- Please don't say it." Qui-Gon knew he was starting to panic, his stomach starting to churn with it.
"I'm sorry… but Obi-Wan didn't make it Qui-Gon."
Qui-Gon didn't remember what happened next. At some point, he leaned over and vomited what little breakfast he'd managed to eat.
Anakin was just stood there, watching as Mace stood there with a vacant look on his face, Qui-Gon trying not to sob as his shoulder's shook in grief.
"So…. Kenobi is dead?" he cautiously asked, scowling as Mace glared at him, the words having brought about another wave of muted tears from Qui-Gon.
"Yes… Count Dooku shall be here within the next four hours in order to aid Qui-Gon with the grieving process. It would be best for you to tidy up your rooms in preparation for his visit."
"But- "
"- Padawan Skywalker! I do not want to have to repeat myself!"
So, Anakin did as he was told… although not without a good deal of muttered complaints under his breath.
….
Qui-Gon was just sitting there…. Eyes focused on the wall as he absently sipped his cup of tea.
He didn't even complain about how Anakin made it
It had been about three and a half hours since the news of Obi-Wan's death was first heard, and true to Windu's words, Count Dooku was there as quickly as he could. A tall, important looking figure of a man, he strode into the room confidently, not even sparing a second glance on Anakin.
He went straight over to Qui-Gon, who got to his feet and tried to pretend as though he had been strong for all this time.
"Master…" Qui-Gon began, his voice cracking slightly, before he cleared his throat, "… I assume you've heard the news then?"
"Qui-Gon, sit down." Dooku gently ordered, his voice softer than usual as he used the Force to summon a box of tissues over, "Yes… I heard the news. I'm so sorry Qui-Gon."
"Did Mace- "
"- He informed me what happened yes. And rest assured, I will be joining the efforts to catch that monster and bring him to justice." Dooku voice was tight, almost as though he was struggling to remain in control, "Although, it should never have happened in the first place…. Obi-Wan… Obi-Wan will be deeply missed."
"…. It's all my fault."
"Not entirely."
Before Anakin could protest, stating that it was Obi-Wan's own fault that he got himself killed, Dooku spoke up again, "Should you have mended the bridge between you and Obi-Wan sooner? Yes…. But you are not to blame for his death."
Personally, Anakin disagreed…. Only Jedi's who can't fight would die in battle.
But he remained silent, heading to his room in order to get some peace before the funeral tomorrow…. Where he would be forced to act like he actually cared.
…
The cremation room was dark, and Anakin stuck close to his Master, with Dooku on the other side of the man, as though they were both supporting him…. Of course, this was actually true when they saw the covered body on the altar.
It looked strange… misshapen almost… like not everything was fully attached to the body.
Anakin suddenly felt sick, his grip tightening on Master Jinn as the ceremony began…. Not that Master Yoda could really be heard over the sound of people crying.
He could just stare at the body.
As the altar dropped into the flames down below, Anakin heard his Master moan lowly, his body tensing as though he was ready to jump into the chamber after the younger man, stopped only by Dooku's tight grip on his arm.
Once it was all over, Dooku was quick to pull Qui-Gon away, wanting to get his old padawan back to the rooms where the grieving process could begin.
Anakin hung back though, moving over to Master Windu before nervously speaking up. "Master Windu?"
A quick glance was the only sign that the Master had even heard him.
"How did Ken- Knight Kenobi die?"
Master Windu was silent for a time, before a weary sigh escaped him. "General Grievous… a monster who's now more machine than man. He's famous for killing Jedi and taking their lightsabers… and he's very adapt at using them."
"Does that mean- "
Windu shook his head, "I managed to get Obi-Wan's…. I'll present it to Qui-Gon when he has successfully expelled his grief into the Force. You should join him…. It might do you good."
Knowing a dismissal when he heard one, Anakin bowed and headed towards his rooms…. He could still see the body under the cover in his mind.
…..
"Anakin"
Anakin spun around at the voice, his eyes wide in alarm as he walked towards it, blind because of the thick fog.
"Anakin."
The next time, when he turned to try and find where the voice was coming from, he yelped and took a step back in alarm.
Obi-Wan was staring at him… or at least, it sort of looked like Obi-Wan.
If Obi-Wan always had limbs hanging off him like that.
"Are you pleased Anakin?" Obi-Wan grinned at him, blood oozing out of the corner of his mouth, "Now you've got Master Jinn all to yourself."
"No, I- "
"- Now he's all yours."
"No! Please I- "
"All yours!"
Obi-Wan charged and Anakin woke up with a terrified scream, sweat pouring from his skin and tears trickling down his cheeks.
"ANAKIN! ANAKIN!" Master Jinn came charging into the room, stopping in his tracks at the sight of the young teen sobbing.
"I-I'm sorry!" Anakin exclaimed, "I d-d-didn't mean to be s-so m-mean about him, I-I-I-I- "
Qui-Gon curled around Anakin, trying to comfort the boy as his words dissolved into tears and sobs, his own shoulders quivering slightly.
"I know Anakin… I know."
