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I know this has been a long time in coming up but its here now.
"Anakin?" Padme's soft call alerted the padawan to her presence. When he looked up he could see that Padme looked tired, her normally lively brown eyes were dull and lifeless. Obviously she wasn't the only one that was worried about Obi Wan. A flash of jealousy swiped at him but he ruthlessly pushed it away. Padme came forward leaning against the cool stone of the balcony, she laid clenched hand on her fist and stared deep into the gardens below. She looked beautiful and remote. "Padme I have to go back to Courascant" The senator sighed deeply, Anakin held his breathe hoping she would understand. "I can't do this Padme, I can't be away from him. I thought I could but I couldn't and he's dying." The outburst echoed ominously in the dark night, Padme flinched slightly and both looked away. "I'm sorry" was all Anakin could offer.
"How are you feeling Obi Wan?" Qui Gon stared at his son, trying to remain impassive, but he could feel Obi Wan slipping away from him. "I'm good" Obi Wan lied cheerfully. He could not get up under his own power but Bant and Qui Gon had propped him up on a mountain of pillows. Obi Wan stared out of the window, but Qui Gon doubted he really saw anything. "I hope Anakin is alright" he murmured drowsily, his heavy eyelids beginning to flutter to the pale skin. "I'm sure he is fine" Qui Gon soothed, wishing hs could do something, anything for the man he considered his own flesh and blood. His family. "It was the right thing to do. To let him go" Obi Wan continued doggedly.
His eyes closed further. "The right thing" Qui Gon motioned to Bant to snap of the light that shone in Obi Wan's face.
Silently the female Jedi complied. Once they were both seated they took one of Obi Wan's hands, each using their impressive connection to the living force to aid Obi Wan's ailing spirit. Bant leaned down, her domed head coming to reston the bed, her hand intertwined with Obi Wan's. "I'm going to the council" she decided aloud. Qui Gon rose and eyesbrow at the young woman. "And say what exactly" Bant's silver eyes filled with tears and she gestured angrily at the sleeping form on the bed. "I'm going to ask them to bind Obi Wan and Anakin together" she insisted, "They deserve that at least. How long has Anakin suffered in silence about his love for Obi Wan?"
"Since he was sixteen" Qui Gon allowed
"And Obi Wan loves Anakin, it's the only way to ensure they get what they need. If the.." She stumbled slightly then drew her resolve in.
"If the worst happens."
The room fell silent except the beeping vigil of the machines.
I know this has been a long time in coming up but its here now.
"Anakin?" Padme's soft call alerted the padawan to her presence. When he looked up he could see that Padme looked tired, her normally lively brown eyes were dull and lifeless. Obviously she wasn't the only one that was worried about Obi Wan. A flash of jealousy swiped at him but he ruthlessly pushed it away. Padme came forward leaning against the cool stone of the balcony, she laid clenched hand on her fist and stared deep into the gardens below. She looked beautiful and remote. "Padme I have to go back to Courascant" The senator sighed deeply, Anakin held his breathe hoping she would understand. "I can't do this Padme, I can't be away from him. I thought I could but I couldn't and he's dying." The outburst echoed ominously in the dark night, Padme flinched slightly and both looked away. "I'm sorry" was all Anakin could offer.
"How are you feeling Obi Wan?" Qui Gon stared at his son, trying to remain impassive, but he could feel Obi Wan slipping away from him. "I'm good" Obi Wan lied cheerfully. He could not get up under his own power but Bant and Qui Gon had propped him up on a mountain of pillows. Obi Wan stared out of the window, but Qui Gon doubted he really saw anything. "I hope Anakin is alright" he murmured drowsily, his heavy eyelids beginning to flutter to the pale skin. "I'm sure he is fine" Qui Gon soothed, wishing hs could do something, anything for the man he considered his own flesh and blood. His family. "It was the right thing to do. To let him go" Obi Wan continued doggedly.
His eyes closed further. "The right thing" Qui Gon motioned to Bant to snap of the light that shone in Obi Wan's face.
Silently the female Jedi complied. Once they were both seated they took one of Obi Wan's hands, each using their impressive connection to the living force to aid Obi Wan's ailing spirit. Bant leaned down, her domed head coming to reston the bed, her hand intertwined with Obi Wan's. "I'm going to the council" she decided aloud. Qui Gon rose and eyesbrow at the young woman. "And say what exactly" Bant's silver eyes filled with tears and she gestured angrily at the sleeping form on the bed. "I'm going to ask them to bind Obi Wan and Anakin together" she insisted, "They deserve that at least. How long has Anakin suffered in silence about his love for Obi Wan?"
"Since he was sixteen" Qui Gon allowed
"And Obi Wan loves Anakin, it's the only way to ensure they get what they need. If the.." She stumbled slightly then drew her resolve in.
"If the worst happens."
The room fell silent except the beeping vigil of the machines.