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Attachment: Something Obi-Wan had found himself pondering more and more frequently as he grew older,

it was something Jedi were forbidden to have, forbidden to feel, the feeling of attachment to another, the

Shadow of greed, as master Yoda called it, to fear for a loved one, to miss, a loved one, to love, in any

possessive form, was forbidden. As a young initiate in the Temple, Obi-Wan had come to believe that this

was an aspect of his training, that he'd discover for himself, as he grew wiser in the ways of the force, and

more experienced in the ways of the Jedi. But now, as he sat, bound to a post, starving and desperately

thirsty, he realized that he had been somewhat mistaken, that in fact, as he'd grown older, and more

experienced, he'd only come to feel more confused by this logical, yet totally incomprehensible rule. He

loved Anakin, and he'd at first believed that it was more a compassion, non-attached, unconditional feeling,

but in all truths he loved the boy like a father loves his own child, he worried about him and for him, he hurt

when Anakin hurt, and to even consider the possibility that Anakin could be taken from him, was enough to

Make him physically ill. If this wasn't attachment, then he was clueless as to what was. So now, he stood,

Or sat, in the position he feared the most, except this time, if something became of the boy, it'd have been

His fault, his stupid mistake, his own blinded feeling that had lead them both into even more danger, and it

Was something he didn't have the strength to deal with, it was a burden too great to bear, if this was his

Destiny, it was one he couldn't face.

The more he pondered, the more laughable his situation became, here he sat, restrained by mere ropes,

Something that should have been easily surpassed by a Jedi, while his Padawan lay in another tent, beaten

And injured, helpless in every way, all the while, a Large, violent and hot-tempered chief, sat in his throne

Room, pondering as to whether or not to kill his apprentice.

'To get to him'

'To get those dispatches.'

What did he want with them anyhow, obviously there was some form of allegiance between this weathered

Wasteland of a planet, and Derrus 4, and that would explain this man's ruthless means of obtaining those

Vital documents. Could he do it? Could he hand them over? Could he betray the mission and two warring

Planet's, whose only hope of peace had been placed in his and his Padawan's hands, all to spare the life of

His young charge? Obi-Wan mused over the thought for several long minutes. Maybe in another time,

Another place, if he weren't a Jedi, if he had none of the responsibilities or cares that he did now, then

Possibly he would have. But now, here, as a Jedi, with the morals and principles of his kind having

Become more part of him that his very flesh and bones, he realized, with a grim sense of pride,

That he could not, that he would not. As terrible as a decision it was, as terrible as the pain of knowing

He could've just possibly condemned his Padawan to a fat worse than death was, he knew it wasn't his

Way, if anything he knew Anakin would have disapproved as well, he wouldn't have keenly taken

To the idea that he'd possibly just sacrificed the whole Order just to save him, it would've given the

Boy's pride a good kicking, which was possibly a good thing, as the boy often had too much pride,

But now, it might just relive a lot of the pain of indecision Obi-Wan was having to endure right now.

He shook his head, this seemed so ridiculous, something had happened to them, they weren't stupid,

They should've sensed the tribe a mile off, they should have been able to deflect every arrow-dart,

He should've at least been able to free himself of these blasted bindings. But he could do nothing,

And by the looks of things, it appeared that Anakin was no better off. He needed to see him, he needed to

Know if he was alright, if he was even alive. He needed to speak with him desperately, if they were to

Survive this, they needed do it together, they had to come up with some sort of plan, so Obi-Wan would no

Longer have to endure this agonizing feeling of total, hopeless, helplessness. He would ask D'agri,

As unreasonable as he was it was not too difficult to get something from him should you phrase your

Words in the right manner. As pathetic as it made him feel to have to call out to this 'chief', it was a

Personal sacrifice he was willing to make.

"Chief D'agri!" He'd barely even gotten the words out when the overhang was thrown back and his

Imposing stature once more shielded the glowing moonlight. This time, he did not move from his position,

Almost as if expecting to leave very soon, Obi-Wan developed a very uneasy feeling, a feeling he'd grown

To trust over the years.

"Kenobi?"

There was no fancy way of putting it, he knew the chief would not accept such a blunt question, but

Everything had to start somewhere.

"I request permission to see my Padawan."

Silence.

"Why?" Obi-Wan hid an exasperated sigh, as if he needed a reason to see him!

"He's been badly wounded as you know, I want to see with my own eyes how he is faring."

"He's faring just fine." He'd seen the boy since then, Obi-Wan mused.

"Please." His voice was soft, pleading, he'd lost the will to battle this fellow, he had not the strength, not mentally,

Or physically, he waited expectantly for the raucous laughter, the jibing remarks, the taunts or threats. But

None came, he only heard a reluctant sigh.

"As you wish, you will be heavily guarded, but you will be left alone once in the tent." As if on cue, two

Guards made their way into the tent and began to untie Obi-Wan's chaffed and bleeding hands, and he was

Roughly dragged to his feet, he wavered a bit, and his back gave out, it suddenly felt so unnervingly strange

To be standing on his own feet, he felt a short rush of pleasure, but it was quickly dashed as D'agri spoke

Up once more.

"Know this Kenobi, I am doing this purely on the basis of trust, if you try anything, and I mean, anything,

You, and your pitiful apprentice, will be dealt with accordingly." Obi-Wan nodded solemnly, and let

Himself be lead outside by the arms, he knew he could try nothing, at least not tonight, he was weak,

Exhausted, aching and dehydrated, plus the minor details such as he was without light sabre or the force,

The odds seemed bent against him. No, tonight he'd just make sure Anakin was safe, that was all he could

do. For Now.

He hadn't know what to expect when he was lead into the tent that held his apprentice, he'd known it would

not be an attractive site, but what he was met with made his heart leap into his throat, he was vaguely aware

Of the guards turning to leave, uttering threats of what they'd do to him should he try anything foolish. But

It hardly registered, his focus was completely on Anakin, and he shook his head in misery. The poor boy

Was in a total mess. His back had been savaged, hundreds of deep, blood-curdling lashes, that were now a

Dangerous shade of angry red, had scathed and mangled most of the flesh.

"Oh Anakin." Obi-Wan heard himself murmur, his hand moved to his mouth, and he tried to force back the

Swirl of emotions he was feeling, the young man shifted painfully on the floor, trying to relive some of the

pain and pressure on his beaten and bloodied back, and whimpering as he did so, each of his unsteady

Breaths came out in a shudder, and a soft moan escaped his lips every time a surge of agony would consume

Him. Obi-Wan founded that he had been rooted to the spot, every fibre in his body willed him to run over

To the boy, to relive him of his suffering and take away his pain, but he found he was paralysed,

And again the memories and thoughts raced through his mind

'It's my fault, I could have stopped this but I did nothing, he lies here, broken and defeated,

And I could only sit back and wait. I've failed him, and I've failed myself, Oh Anakin please, please

Forgive me, as I know I can not forgive myself."

He was abruptly pulled from his self-loathing trance state, when another soft, pained moan, emerged from

His Padawan's restless form, he seemed to haves sensed his master's presence, and he attempted to call out

For him, Obi-Wan was rendered instantly mobile by his Padwan's obvious pain and struggle, he rushed

To his side, and as gently as he could, lay his hand on the boy's shivering arm.

"Hush Anakin, It's alright, I'm here." Anakin tried to open his eyes, but his exhaustion claimed him

And they closed again, he tried to shift a little closer to his master, but was stopped short as another wave

Of pain washed over him, and he let out a small yelp in agony. Obi-Wan carefully strengthened his grip on

His apprentice's arm, and the boy began to calm. Instead, Obi-Wan moved closer to him, hoping that his

Closeness would bring the young Jedi some small comfort.

"I'm so sorry my Padawan, this should not have happened, I should not have let this happen." He had to

Stop to keep his emotions in check, Anakin's shivering intensified, and Obi-Wan was beginning to notice

The startling drop in temperature as the night drew on. He removed his cloak, and softly placed it over his

Padawan's hurting body, making sure to be very careful of his back, the boy seemed not to feel the rough

Material press against the wounds, so Obi-Wan left it, ready to remove it should it cause Anakin any more

Discomfort. His throat constricted as his Padawan released yet another agonized whimper, and he reached

Out a boy to gently stroke the boy's short blonde hair.

"I'm so, so sorry Anakin." And to Obi-Wan's shock, the young man struggled out a reply.

"No master…..don't be."

"Your awake!" Anakin's eyes opened weakly, and he gave a small, half smile.

"Yes." Under the cloak, Obi-Wan could feel the young Jedi tense, and his face twisted as he bit back

Another cry of pain.

"Easy, Anakin, easy." The master soothed, his Padawan's face had an unhealthy sheen to it, and Obi-Wan

Feared that his wounds were becoming infected, causing a fever to obtain it's grip.

"I'm so sorry Anakin, and despite how collected you're being about all this, I do have a responsibility

To you as a Master, I should have prevented this, and I did not, and you are suffering for my mistakes."

Anakin tried to shake his head, and Obi-Wan couldn't help but admire his Padawan's resolve.

"I'm so proud of you Padawan, always know that, no matter how much I scold you, or how impatient

I am with you, please know that I will always be so very proud of you." He felt a weak touch brush against

His arm, then fall again.

"Has anyone checked your injuries, has anyone been in since they…..did this, to you?" He didn't like

Having to ask his Padawan to speak when all he clearly wanted to do was fall back into a blissful

Unconsciousness, but he needed to know. Anakin swallowed before trying to speak, his voice was croaky

And tired.

"I don't know how long after, but D'agri paid me a little visit at some point, the kind and caring man

That he is, but…" He stopped, the effort of talking wearing him out, Obi-Wan gave his shoulder

A gentle encouraging squeeze.

"I don't….really…remember what it was he was saying……mustn't have been that interesting." Obi-Wan

Laughed despite himself, all things considered, the fact that his Padawan could keep his wit was astounding.

A wave of pain knocked Anakin once again and this time, he clutched Obi-Wan's sleeve in protest, who in

Turn, patted the back of the boy's hand comfortingly.

"You must rest now Anakin, Our fate is to be decided in the morning, I've made our friend an offer, one

Which he may or may not accept, but either way, you need to be was strong as you possibly can for then."

Anakin could do nothing but nod, even the slightest movement in his muscles caused him to grimace and

Flinch. Obi-Wan stayed with him for several more minutes, soothing his cries of pain, and gently

Encouraging him to sleep. Eventually, the boy's physical exhaustion, and pain won out, and he drifted off

Into a restless, but deep slumber. Obi-Wan barely even noticed when the guards returned through the door.