* Behind His Eyes, A Vision Dies *
Corran Horn had watched Anakin come into the cockpit only twice during the three days they had been aboard together, but as they neared Yuuzhan Vong space, he could sense tension growing inside the young boy, even though he didn't see him. Finally, Corran could no longer take it anymore. If this was eating at him, so much he couldn't possibly imagine what Anakin was going through, but whatever it was it needed to be let out. Holding it in wasn't working, plus Anakin wasn't doing a good job at hiding it either.
Locking the controls on autopilot, the Jedi Master got out from his seat and walked into the central living area, which consisted of two bunk beds, a small kitchenette, and a door to the left that lead to the refresher to the side. The one to the right lead to the other gunning station.
Scanning the room, he didn't see Anakin anywhere. Frowning, Corran checked the bathroom, but his luck turned on him. Using the Force, he felt Anakin above him, in the gunning station.
Blinking back in surprise, Corran started towards the door. *Why in Kessel would Anakin be up there? * He wondered. Opening the door he climbed up the ladder to the station. "Anakin, are you up h—" the Jedi Master stopped in mid-sentence. Climbing up into the tiny room, he could barely make out the thin outline of someone curled up into a ball. In the small cramped space, he made his way over to the seventeen year old.
Corran reached down and placed a fatherly hand on Anakin's shoulder. He didn't move. "Anakin," his deep voice bounced off everything in the small area. "What's wrong?"
At first he didn't answer; just sat on the cold duracrete floor hugging his knees like he had done as a child. "I feel like this all was just a bad nightmare."
"All what was?"
"Finding Jacen and Tahiri kissing in Jacen's quarters."
Blinking back, Corran only could sit in the chair stunned. Was he hearing everything Anakin was saying, correctly?
"It really happened. I would have killed Jacen with my own hands if it hadn't been for this mission." The Jedi Knight paused. "I'm afraid, Corran."
"Of losing Tahiri?"
Anakin just stared blankly at the floor. "In a way, but losing her to the Darkside, and Jacen as well."
"Whoa, hold on. Just because they were kissing each other and Tahiri was with you and Jacen knew about you two, doesn't mean that they're going to—"
"No, you don't understand. It's just—" but before he could get what he was going to say out, the ship began to violently shake. The emergency lights flashed red in warning, not like they didn't know something was wrong, and the alarm began squealing in a high pitch that was deafening.
"We'll talk about this later, Anakin. I promise." With that he jumped down the ladder and went to go see what was happening.
Pulling himself out of the corner, the young man strapped himself into the gunning seat and put on his headsets. He felt as if he was living the vision all over again.
*Maybe, Corran… maybe. *
Corran Horn had watched Anakin come into the cockpit only twice during the three days they had been aboard together, but as they neared Yuuzhan Vong space, he could sense tension growing inside the young boy, even though he didn't see him. Finally, Corran could no longer take it anymore. If this was eating at him, so much he couldn't possibly imagine what Anakin was going through, but whatever it was it needed to be let out. Holding it in wasn't working, plus Anakin wasn't doing a good job at hiding it either.
Locking the controls on autopilot, the Jedi Master got out from his seat and walked into the central living area, which consisted of two bunk beds, a small kitchenette, and a door to the left that lead to the refresher to the side. The one to the right lead to the other gunning station.
Scanning the room, he didn't see Anakin anywhere. Frowning, Corran checked the bathroom, but his luck turned on him. Using the Force, he felt Anakin above him, in the gunning station.
Blinking back in surprise, Corran started towards the door. *Why in Kessel would Anakin be up there? * He wondered. Opening the door he climbed up the ladder to the station. "Anakin, are you up h—" the Jedi Master stopped in mid-sentence. Climbing up into the tiny room, he could barely make out the thin outline of someone curled up into a ball. In the small cramped space, he made his way over to the seventeen year old.
Corran reached down and placed a fatherly hand on Anakin's shoulder. He didn't move. "Anakin," his deep voice bounced off everything in the small area. "What's wrong?"
At first he didn't answer; just sat on the cold duracrete floor hugging his knees like he had done as a child. "I feel like this all was just a bad nightmare."
"All what was?"
"Finding Jacen and Tahiri kissing in Jacen's quarters."
Blinking back, Corran only could sit in the chair stunned. Was he hearing everything Anakin was saying, correctly?
"It really happened. I would have killed Jacen with my own hands if it hadn't been for this mission." The Jedi Knight paused. "I'm afraid, Corran."
"Of losing Tahiri?"
Anakin just stared blankly at the floor. "In a way, but losing her to the Darkside, and Jacen as well."
"Whoa, hold on. Just because they were kissing each other and Tahiri was with you and Jacen knew about you two, doesn't mean that they're going to—"
"No, you don't understand. It's just—" but before he could get what he was going to say out, the ship began to violently shake. The emergency lights flashed red in warning, not like they didn't know something was wrong, and the alarm began squealing in a high pitch that was deafening.
"We'll talk about this later, Anakin. I promise." With that he jumped down the ladder and went to go see what was happening.
Pulling himself out of the corner, the young man strapped himself into the gunning seat and put on his headsets. He felt as if he was living the vision all over again.
*Maybe, Corran… maybe. *