PART FOUR: I'M NOT SURE
"I'm not sure about Obi-Wan, though, Master." Anakin peered over at the figure hidden in the shadows.
Obi-Wan perked up. He did feel inferior. For the past week he has never heard Anakin address him as 'Master' only by 'Obi-Wan' or 'sir', sometimes as nothing.
"Why do you say that, Anakin?" Qui-Gon grew curious.
"He's nervous. I'm not so sure about what, but ever since the day we got back to the Temple, he's been a little uptight."
Uptight? How am I uptight? Obi-Wan thought.
"He's been going through some type of--what is it called? A Healing Process? Something about him fighting some type of personal feeling. An inner conflict."
Obi-Wan's eyes went wide. How did he know? Who told him?
Qui-Gon looked at his counterpart, confused. He's been in extensive care for the course of the past two weeks, and Obi-Wan's never mentioned to him about a healing process. Though, there was the respect for the other's thoughts and ideas, especially if the other didn't want the other to know, this one needed to be discussed.
Obi-Wan laughed uncomfortably and scratched his head.
"A personal feeling?" Qui-Gon's eyes settled onto the other Jedi.
"Yeah, and possibly a conflict. I don't exactly know what. I've heard him in his sleep. I've heard him cry, quietly." Anakin got up from the chair.
"Is something wrong, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon tilted his head and crossed his arms.
Anakin did the same. Both Qui-Gon and Anakin looked at him like some specimen subjected to testing.
Obi-Wan moved about uneasy. "No. No. He's saying things," Obi-Wan tried to defend himself.
"Am I? Then who is Sabé? Wasn't that Padm's handmaiden and bodyguard?" Anakin asked, craftily.
Obi-Wan's eyes were agape. How? No. No one's suppose to know. He looked at Qui-Gon.
Master? Obi-Wan asked, mentally, beginning to sweat.
Obi-Wan, is this true?
No. No. It's not.
"Is it true, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon broke the mental bond.
"He isn't. I've also heard him say how much he can't stand me. He doesn't really want to be my master," Anakin's voice dreadful.
"Now, Anakin. Why would you say that?" Obi-Wan's eye winked.
"Is something wrong with your eye, Obi-Wan?"
Obi-Wan groaned. He felt helpless around Anakin. He hoped that Anakin would catch on and play along, but it never worked. Every little situation Anakin had pulled him into, he prayed to have the boy follow his lead, for once. It never happened. He didn't want to use the Force on the boy, and he figured the boy would know he was doing it. And Obi-Wan couldn't tell if Anakin was just playing with him or if he really meant it.
Obi-Wan pulled Qui-Gon aside.
"Is something wrong, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon gave him a peculiar look.
"I've thought about those things, but none of them mean a thing. They're just thoughts. It doesn't mean that they are true. I would never say that about Anakin--"
"But you have," Qui-Gon said clearly.
"It's not that I really meant it," he turned, making sure he couldn't see Anakin. "But I've told you I had my doubts about the boy. And it is for reasons like that."
"To butt into your personal life?"
"He has no right to, Kai," he said firmly.
Qui-Gon smiled mischievously. "So, what's this about Sabé?"
"No. That's not right. He has no right to get into my personal--" Obi- Wan stopped in mid-sentence.
"Oh," Qui-Gon became interested.
"No. Don't do this to me, Master."
Qui-Gon patted Obi-Wan's shoulder. "We'll talk later, Ben."
Obi-Wan whined as Qui-Gon walked off with Anakin.
To be continued....
"I'm not sure about Obi-Wan, though, Master." Anakin peered over at the figure hidden in the shadows.
Obi-Wan perked up. He did feel inferior. For the past week he has never heard Anakin address him as 'Master' only by 'Obi-Wan' or 'sir', sometimes as nothing.
"Why do you say that, Anakin?" Qui-Gon grew curious.
"He's nervous. I'm not so sure about what, but ever since the day we got back to the Temple, he's been a little uptight."
Uptight? How am I uptight? Obi-Wan thought.
"He's been going through some type of--what is it called? A Healing Process? Something about him fighting some type of personal feeling. An inner conflict."
Obi-Wan's eyes went wide. How did he know? Who told him?
Qui-Gon looked at his counterpart, confused. He's been in extensive care for the course of the past two weeks, and Obi-Wan's never mentioned to him about a healing process. Though, there was the respect for the other's thoughts and ideas, especially if the other didn't want the other to know, this one needed to be discussed.
Obi-Wan laughed uncomfortably and scratched his head.
"A personal feeling?" Qui-Gon's eyes settled onto the other Jedi.
"Yeah, and possibly a conflict. I don't exactly know what. I've heard him in his sleep. I've heard him cry, quietly." Anakin got up from the chair.
"Is something wrong, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon tilted his head and crossed his arms.
Anakin did the same. Both Qui-Gon and Anakin looked at him like some specimen subjected to testing.
Obi-Wan moved about uneasy. "No. No. He's saying things," Obi-Wan tried to defend himself.
"Am I? Then who is Sabé? Wasn't that Padm's handmaiden and bodyguard?" Anakin asked, craftily.
Obi-Wan's eyes were agape. How? No. No one's suppose to know. He looked at Qui-Gon.
Master? Obi-Wan asked, mentally, beginning to sweat.
Obi-Wan, is this true?
No. No. It's not.
"Is it true, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon broke the mental bond.
"He isn't. I've also heard him say how much he can't stand me. He doesn't really want to be my master," Anakin's voice dreadful.
"Now, Anakin. Why would you say that?" Obi-Wan's eye winked.
"Is something wrong with your eye, Obi-Wan?"
Obi-Wan groaned. He felt helpless around Anakin. He hoped that Anakin would catch on and play along, but it never worked. Every little situation Anakin had pulled him into, he prayed to have the boy follow his lead, for once. It never happened. He didn't want to use the Force on the boy, and he figured the boy would know he was doing it. And Obi-Wan couldn't tell if Anakin was just playing with him or if he really meant it.
Obi-Wan pulled Qui-Gon aside.
"Is something wrong, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon gave him a peculiar look.
"I've thought about those things, but none of them mean a thing. They're just thoughts. It doesn't mean that they are true. I would never say that about Anakin--"
"But you have," Qui-Gon said clearly.
"It's not that I really meant it," he turned, making sure he couldn't see Anakin. "But I've told you I had my doubts about the boy. And it is for reasons like that."
"To butt into your personal life?"
"He has no right to, Kai," he said firmly.
Qui-Gon smiled mischievously. "So, what's this about Sabé?"
"No. That's not right. He has no right to get into my personal--" Obi- Wan stopped in mid-sentence.
"Oh," Qui-Gon became interested.
"No. Don't do this to me, Master."
Qui-Gon patted Obi-Wan's shoulder. "We'll talk later, Ben."
Obi-Wan whined as Qui-Gon walked off with Anakin.
To be continued....