aftermaths_ so_close

* Characters are not made up! Dane, Galak and Toba are from the Invasion of Theed' rpg game, and most all other characters are from the Star Wars trilogies! There may be some original characters later, it depends. I'd just like to say that I have a very rough idea what is going to happen in this fic, but am basically making it up as I go along!*

Aftermath -2 - So close.
Wanna play? the younger boy asked.

Galak, Toba and Dane froze in their tracks. Spinning around, they saw the young Jedi, Anakin behind them. Dane and Galak exchanged glances.

Anakin was small for his eleven years, but there was something very , large about him. His presence was often intimidating to say the least.

Galak smiled his wide Gungan smile at the Jedi. I will play. he said, forming the words carefully, obviously making the effort to speak proper Basic, Galak observed.

Anakin said.
We can't play. said Dane. Im sorry, but Galak and I should be back at school.

Anakin looked slightly crestfallen. That's ok, maybe another time.
Galak frowned as Toba and Anakin walked off together. He kept watching them as they disappeared behind a large tree hanging ripe with fruit.

That boy gives me the creeps. said Galak.
Don't be silly...race you back to the school! Dane yelled as she darted off, leaving Galak behind, sighing insufferably.

.....

It was getting late, but Obi-Wan was not worried about his Padawan. He would let him play with the youngsters. He knew well enough that Anakin had not been in the presence of children his own age since Tatooine - even though the children they had met in the gardens were at least three years older than the young padawan.

Besides, Naboo was a very safe planet, or at least, had been until recently.

Obi-wan sighed and dropped down onto his bed. The marble room that he had been staying in for some months now was elaborate and wealthy.
For all it's splendour, the room was not to Obi-wan's taste.

He could recognise the beauty in the palace, but it was not a place for Jedi's. He found himself missing his spartan quarters at the temple on Coruscant. He didn't feel comfortable here.

He sighed in frustration. Yoda refused to tell him why Obi-wan and Anakin could not leave Naboo. It seemed safe - the Trade Federation was gone, and so were the Siths, to Obi-wan's knowledge. So why were they still here?

Unless the patterned warrior that he had fought could somehow put himself back together and manage to crawl back up the shaft, Obi-wan thought in amusement, which he quickly quashed. He would take no pride or joy in the taking of life.

But he couldn't ignore the satisfaction that had coursed through him when he had killed the man. He knew, he had come so close to the dark side then. With Qui-Gon, dying beside him.

A feeling Obi-wan had not felt since that very day ripped through him -fear. He curled up in a ball on the bed, hugging his knees to his chest as another vision took him.

The flashbacks had come to him since his master had died, and with he force, and the Jedi's enhanced memory, everything was just as clear as it had been, that day.

The smile on his face. The smile.
Qui-gon laying dying, and the Sith had smiled .

And he was helpless, as he had been then.
Obi-wan shuddered uncontrollably, feeling like a child again.