Obi-Wan Kenobi woke up to a splitting headache in the Jedi aid tent. A blurred figure in front of him gradually formed into the rather large figure of his apprentice, fast asleep in a chair next to his cot. Anakin appeared to detect his Master's presence, opening his eyes and yawning loudly.
Obi-Wan lay still, unsure of what to say. Anakin smiled in relief.
Kill him. He will be your downfall, kill him.
Anakin noticed an odd look come over Obi-Wan's glazed eyes. They flashed with anger for a couple of seconds, just long enough for it to catch his attention.
"Master?" He reached for the older man's hand to try and comfort him in whatever vision he was going through.
"Don't touch me!" he snarled, sitting bolt upright.
Anakin drew his hand away, a hurt look on his face.
"Master, it's okay, I'm here. You were attacked on the fields, but you're safe now", stuttered Anakin.
Obi-Wan glared at his apprentice, a scowl forming on his pale features.
"Okay, I'm going to go and report to the command centre. I'll be back soon, I promise."
Anakin backed away from his master, then when he was certain he was out of sight, hurried his pace towards Mace Windu's office.
"Padawan Skywalker. What appears to be the problem?"
Mace studied the young apprentice as he paced up and down his office, hands clasped behind his back.
"Well its kind of hard to explain…my Master…he's different."
"He has just woken up after being attacked in battle Anakin. It's probably just mild concussion", reassured the wise Jedi Master.
Anakin shook his head vigorously.
"No you see, I can tell it isn't medical. He had this look, this terrible look in his eyes when he looked at me". The young man shuddered.
Mace turned to face the young Jedi, and did a rather unusual thing, placing his hands on Anakin's shoulders. Anakin stopped still, worry etched all over his face.
"Listen to me Anakin. There is nothing wrong with your master apart from a mild head injury. Maybe you should take it easy for a couple of hours, go and sit with Obi-Wan –I'm sure he'll be fine." He offered the padawan a reassuring smile, and Anakin smiled weakly in reply.
"Well if you're really sure he's ok-
"I'm positive. Now go and keep him company."
Anakin turned on his heels and left the tiny partition of Mace's office.
Something is not right. I can feel it. I'm going to find out one way or another…Author's Note: Please read and review? Honest opinions? And if you like this story, please check out my other story on the go at the moment "Ultimate Betrayal". Thanks!
