Ass Cover: They belong to Lucasfilm, and the Bearded One. I'm just borrowing them for a spell. Cuz I just finished one of these lovely little works, and I wonder why it's always Anakin lusting after Obi-Wan and never the other way around. So… yeah. Here I go. Be wary. Put this after A Master's Mind.

A Master's Soul

My own voice echoed back to me as I told him. Laid bare my soul and let him know what I felt.

"Anakin, I love you."

A dreadful echo, and his face pale as the snow of the frozen planet. He doesn't believe that these words have escaped his master's lips, will not believe what his ears have surely heard. But deep inside him, where the Force is so strong, he knows the truth.

"You do not mean what you say, Master." Anakin tells me, and my heart is broken, my feelings laid waste. He does not believe me.

"I mean every word, beloved Padawan. And I tell you this now in hopes that there may be some way I can change you." I tell him. He frowns at the endearment and scowls at the rest.

"There is nothing about me that needs changing," he snaps.

"There is a great darkness within you, Anakin." I tell him. I can feel it building as he grows more and more angry with every one of my words.

"You know nothing. You are not yet a Master, who are you to make pronouncements such as that. Darkness indeed."

"I have been there, Anakin! I know!" I cry, and still, he does not believe me.

"Your master never fell in love with you. You are not married, you know nothing!" He is almost screaming now, and I feel anger—an emotion I have repressed for so long, building inside me.

"I have touched the Dark Side, Anakin. I know what you did when your mother died. I know about the Tuskens. I did the same when my Master died. I took a life out of vengance. But I turned away from that, Anakin, as you well could."

"I have done nothing since," He says, and he does not know that I know the truth.

"Lies are a tool of the Sith. I know you know this. You become more and more like them. Hateful, deceitful."

"You know nothing of what I feel." Anakin says, and he turns away. My anger is overflowing, taking me away from the peace I have known as a Jedi Knight.

"You will listen to me, Anakin Skywalker." I say, and I am furious, in a way such as I have not been since the Sith blade stabbed into my Master's body. "I have known the darkness, and I want you to turn from it. If you will not do so willingly, I will force you to. I will make certain that you will NEVER use the power of the dark side again, even if it means that I have to kill you."

My Padawan's eyes widen, and he does not speak. He is shocked into silence.

"The fate of the galaxy rests too much upon you for me to allow you to change. It would tear apart everything the Jedi Order has worked for, everything that your Padme has tried for so long to gain," and once I have started, I cannot stop. "You would kill her, you would kill your own children, Anakin."

"Master—"

"Leave, Anakin," I snap.

He does not. I reach out and grip his shoulders, and pull him hard into a kiss, forcing it upon him. I love him desperately, and I forever will.

Even as he shoves me from him, I still love him. As he leaves, my soul burns for him. As he returns to his beautiful wife and the children she will bear, children that I hope someday he will know, children he will only know if he turns away from the Dark Side.

But now I know that is something I cannot do. I must embrace it completely to stop him.

I can think of no other way.