Part 2

"A Troubled Master"

You pace your little flat. He's coming back. Finally. But your worried. Your last little meeting with him didn't go to well. After you had played with him and hurt his feelings you figured out that you had more than professional feelings for him, you became seriously worried. For your sanity and his.

You wait for him. He had called saying that you didn't have to pick him up and that he'd be fine on his own.

You hear the door open and you turn to him. Man, he looks horrible. He stares back at you for a while and then makes his way to the bedroom. You follow him with your eyes. He's never looked this bad before and it makes you worry more.

You go into the bedroom to find him with his shirt off and medical box by him waiting for you.

"I don't feel like being told things right now." he whispers. You nod and silently you clean his many wounds. He's partly blue and purple and now that your done, half of his body is covered in bandages.

"Goodnight." you say. He doesn't reply, but rolls over on his side and falls asleep. Wonderful. He's still mad at you.

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Two hours later you've formed your bond and your so tired you could sleep for days. You lay down on your crappy couch.

The next day you enter the bedroom and set a breakfast tray down in front of him. He pays no heed and keeps staring at a most interesting crack in the wall ahead of him. You wave your hand in front of his eyes and he doesn't blink, move, or make any indication that he's even alive. You sigh and exit the room.

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It's been 4 days and he hasn't said a word. Nothing. He won't eat, won't get up. All he does is lay in that bed and sleep or stare at the same crack in the wall. Your not only starting to worry about his sanity but his health also.

You decide that his little vow of silence will go on no longer. It's getting lonely without someone to talk to. You walk in the room and sit down next to him on the bed. He still stares ahead of him, paying no attention to you what so ever.

"Kenobi?" you ask. Nothing. "Kenobi?" you ask again, but still nothing. "Obi-Wan? Are you Okay?" you ask. He looks at you, his face blank, then continues staring at the wall.

"Fine" You huff, "You don't have to talk to me." you get up and turn to walk out of the room when you hear him call back to you.

"He killed them all" he whispers. You spin around and stare at him.

"Who killed Who?" you ask, sitting back down next to him.

"All of them. And I couldn't help them. I had to watch them all die." he looks up at you, his eyes gray and slightly blurry.

"Your not giving me enough information. Who killed who, Obi-Wan?" you ask him again.

He says nothing for a few moments before he says, "Anakin. He killed all the Jedi" his voice is a hushed whisper and you can barely hear him.

"Anakin?" you say, astonished, "Are you sure?"

He waits a moment again before answering, "No. Let me rephrase. Darth Vader killed all the Jedi. Anakin is dead and has been replaced with the new Sith Lord Darth Vader." he hisses.

You sit motionless and he continues, "I watched them die. WATCHED THEM" his eyes bore into you, "He lured me in and trapped me in a room filled with televisions. Then he killed them. And video taped it, showing it on the televisions to me. He put up some kind of force field so I couldn't get out, and I had to watch them die. All my friends, mentors, and the only people I knew as family. I had to watch them die at the hands of my apprentice."

Tears spill down your face and your heart wrenches. He was being tortured. Mentally and by this torturing himself physically. You feel the anguish and pain flowing from him and you are hit with it. He can't cry or show his pain, and for that, it pains you and you have to do it for him.

"Why are you crying? You didn't know any of them" he wasn't saying this as a put down, but asking a simple question.

You smile weakly and wrap your arms around his neck, locking him in a tight embrace. You feel his back tense under you, "I'm crying because you can't." you tell him. You feel him relax and settle in your embrace, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"Let me feel it. Please, please let me feel your pain. I need to cry, let out some emotion, but I just can't. Please?" he asks you quietly. Your a little skeptical about that but if it will help ease the pain you'll do it.

"Okay" you nod and close your eyes, letting your mental shields fall. You let all your pain and hurt for him flow. All the reasons to cry and all the anguish you let wash over him. You hear him shudder and his grip on your waist tightens slightly.

Once you feel you have no emotion left to show, you hear him shudder again, and he releases you. "Thank you. For letting me feel your emotion." he smiles for the first time in days and you smile too. His smile is contagious.

"I'm glad your better." you say. He smiles once more and settles back in the bed.

"I'll be okay." he says.

"Okay. As we healers say to our patients 'This too shall pass' " you tell him.

"'This too shall pass' " he tells himself, "'This too shall pass'" he repeats. He smiles again. You smile and you feel much better.

"Okay. I'm going to bed. Goodnight." you smile and leave the room to sleep. All the flying emotions have really drained you tonight. You'll sleep well.

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There it is peeps. Part 2! Hope you liked it! R/R please!!!