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…Acknowledgments: Co-written with Seylin. Inspired by George Lucas' film, Star Wars Episode 3: Revenge of the Sith…
…Warnings: Slash (Obi-WanxAnakin, implied Qui-GonxObi-Wan)…
…Rating: R/NC-17 (Please view Seylin's page for a link to the full version.)…
…Summary: Anakin's black and white world of the Jedi way has been stripped away by Palpatine's corruption. After the battle on Mustafar, Obi-Wan and Yoda are determined to get it back for him. But, with Padmé gone, will Anakin be willing to hear them out at all? The Jedi will need help, if they plan to save their Chosen One, and Senator Amidala has left them with exactly the help they need…
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...Aubrey's Crap: I've decided to update this about once every two days. But, tomorrow's the 4th of July. If I can get the next chapter edited before midnight, you'll get a special double update, in honour of the holiday. (Aren't you lucky? Chapter five's one of my personal favourites, from this story.) We'll see what happens, hmm? Enjoy the new update, Aubrey out.
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4: I'm Not A Jedi
"See me you wanted, young Skywalker?" Yoda questioned.
"Yes, Master." Anakin nodded respectfully. "I wished to discuss something with you. Obi-Wan told me of your ideals to rebuild the Order, and it brought something to my mind. Master...I don't intend to go against the Order again...but, I don't intend to attempt to rejoin it, either."
Yoda watched him, choosing not to speak, curious to understand what he was saying.
"I don't..." Anakin struggled to explain. "Have what it takes to be a proper Jedi. I've already proven how easy it is for me to fall to the dark, and...I need to give all my attention to Luke. I can't do that, if I'm swearing off emotions, to become a Jedi. I think it's about time that the Republic's 'poster boy'," His tone dripped with mild bitterness, as he quoted what Obi-Wan had once called him, "to hang up his lightsaber. At least as far as political battles go. If I don't have what it takes to be a Jedi, I definitely don't have what it takes to deal with politics again."
"Proposing something interesting you are. Continue, if you please," Yoda instructed.
"I was done, Master Yoda," Anakin assured him. "I can't be the Jedi I should be. Wouldn't it be better if I'm not a Jedi at all, than an ineffective one?"
"Speak the truth you do. A good mind you have, so let you go we cannot. Help us rebuild, even if rejoin you do not, will you?" Yoda asked. Anakin was silent for several moments.
"I'll help train the younglings, if you and Obi-Wan want," he agreed slowly. "But, I'm not a Jedi Knight anymore, Master. I can't go back down the path I took. That was an entirely different life ago." Yoda gave him the barest hint of a smile.
"My thanks you have, Anakin Skywalker."
"I fulfil only my duty to the Republic, Master Yoda." He shrugged slightly. "To the Republic I love and have risked my life to protect countless times." To the Republic Padmé had loved so dearly as well. "I am fulfilling my destiny, as willed by the Force, to defend it from the Sith. Nothing more." Master Yoda nodded in agreement.
"My trust and support you have," Yoda told him. Luke giggled at the old alien, being to young to understand the important things they spoke of, which possibly determine his own future.
"And...Luke can train, if he wants to, once he's old enough to make that decision," Anakin continued slowly. "But, I don't want him going through what I did. I don't want him going into battle. And..." He offered Yoda as dry a look as the Jedi Master had probably ever seen directed at him. "If I have your trust, can I have my legs too?"
"Not yet, young Skywalker. Proven stronger your mind has but not ready is it yet for that." Anakin's expression fell again, when he heard that, and he grumbled moodily under his breath,
"I had something I wanted to do...I would have come back..."
"Soon, Anakin. Soon," Yoda assured him.
Not much happened after that, until Yoda finally decided he was ready to have the surgery to get his legs back. At that point, Obi-Wan was still gone. When he did arrive back, however, he waked in on Anakin having the most interesting conversation with the hologram of a formidable looking alien, currently brandishing a filthy looking dishrag at him.
"No, just trust me!" He was currently trying to calm the spiky creature down. "Just put the flyers up. You won't be sorry!"
"And what happens when my customers start callin', complainin' to about how you're not doing your job?" The alien retorted, eyeing him suspiciously. "I'm not going to be your secretary, Skywalker."
"That's not going to happen," Anakin promised. "I'm going to do my job just fine." He finally noticed Obi-Wan, and motioned for him to be quiet. "And, in the event that I don't, I'm an independent contractor. They'll be coming to me, not you."
"What about that kid you mentioned? Can you handle public advertisin', and still take care of him?"
"I'm doing this for Luke. Besides, I have friends who can watch him, while I'm working." He brushed that off. "Look, just put the flyers up, and leave the rest to me?"
The alien grunted, but finally nodded. Anakin bid him a polite farewell, and hit the off button, now actually turning his attention to Obi-Wan. "Sorry about that." He offered him a vaguely sheepish look. "Work related." Obi-Wan smiled. He had been gone for 3 months and it felt good to be back.
"It seems you've been doing well, started a new business?" He questioned quietly seeing Luke asleep in his crib.
"Something like that," he confirmed slowly. "I figured someone with Jedi training should make a good enough mercenary. And, I hope to need money to support him with," he nodded to Luke, "soon."
"Master Yoda kept me updated on you. He says you and Luke have been doing very well... great stars but he has gotten big. Hello, my little lightling, I'm back," he whispered leaning over and gently running his hand over Luke's head. Turning he looked Anakin over for himself. "I must say that Yoda was correct. Complete with legs and all." He smiled.
"Yep." He grinned in satisfaction. "Did Master Yoda also tell you that he gave me a teaching position, with the new younglings? I'm just assuming you actually have younglings for me to train." Obi-Wan nodded.
"About eleven agreed to come as soon as they were ready, I must go back and collect them next week. There are about thirteen others that show promise but are too young just yet," he replied.
"It's better than none." He nodded. Again, he felt horrible for playing a part in killing off the Jedi they'd already had.
"That it is. So, how has he been? Good, I would hope."
"Wonderful," Anakin confirmed. "I have to admit, I'm going to miss him, now that you're back."
"Well you aren't going to be far. Master Yoda told me he felt you were ready to go home... well my home. If you felt you were ready of course," Obi-Wan told him.
"I can leave?" His eyes lit up slightly. They'd steadily been returning to their normal colour, while Obi-Wan had been gone, and were now only a few shades more yellow than they had been originally. Obi-Wan nodded.
"To come home with me and Luke, if you are ready of course."
"Yeah, I'm ready!" He confirmed with a hard nod. "I've been ready to get out of here for four months!" Obi-Wan laughed. This caused Luke to wake up. He blinked a moment and looked towards the sound of his voice.
"KE!" He exclaimed pulling himself up. Obi-Wan smiled and went over picking him up and spinning him around. Luke cried out hugging on his neck tightly.
"Hello, my little lightling."
"Why is it you can be gone for three months, and still be more paternal with him than I am?" Anakin wondered dryly, pulling one of his new knees up to his chest, and resting his chin on it. Obi-Wan turned back smiling slightly.
"I'm older?" He offered.
"Well yeah..." He agreed slowly. "But, unless you and Padmé were having an affair behind my back, I'm still his father. It just seems...odd, to me..."
"You know I would never have done such a thing against the Order or to you."
"Yeah," he snorted, albeit more good naturedly than it usually was. Less bitterly, anyway. "I'm the only Jedi with enough guts to sleep with a Senator."
"Probably. Well if you are ready, we can start getting your things together," Obi-Wan told him.
"Yeah, I'm ready," he confirmed with a nod. "I can help this time, too. Because I can stand up, and move." Obi-Wan nodded and started with the task of getting Luke to let go.
"Come on Luke, I'm not leaving this time." Anakin smirked at them in amusement.
"It's no wonder he's hyper," he commented. "Someone interrupted his nap."
"Well sorry. You made me laugh." Anakin just rolled his eyes mildly, and got up, walking over and gently running his fingers over Luke's forehead, to put him to sleep.
"And you didn't think of that...because?"
"I just got back, and I am tired, but I couldn't wait to see you guys," he answered. "My mind isn't working like it should be."
"Uh huh." Anakin nodded, still smirking, and just waited for Obi-Wan to put Luke back down, as he moved to start getting boxes back out of the closet, to refill them. Obi-Wan lay him down and covered him up. He soon joined Anakin in packing his things up.
An hour later
"Is that everything?"
"Should be." Anakin nodded, glancing around the room. "It's almost all his. I still don't really own anything." Just a few articles of clothing, because it would be absurd for a Jedi Knight to go into battle naked.
"Alright I'll go bring the speeder around. Be back in a few," he said.
"Alright, Obi-Wan." Anakin agreed, moving back over to the crib--it was the last thing he had left out, and only because Luke was still in it. Which was why he was there now, to stare at his sleeping child, until his former teacher came back. When Obi-Wan returned C-3PO came with him.
"C-3PO will watch Luke while we take this stuff out."
"Right." He nodded, then glanced at the robot. "Don't wake him up, Threepio."
"I will try not to, Master Anakin," the droid replied.
"Thank you." He smiled wryly at him, before just leaning over and grabbing the first box he saw. "And, Obi-Wan," He turned to the Jedi, once they were alone out in the hall. "Thank you, for getting Artoo back safely." Obi-Wan nodded and picked up two boxes, one resting on top of the other. "No, really, I appreciate it," he promised. "I would have felt even worse, if he'd gotten melted."
"Don't worry about it, Anakin. Really," Obi-Wan told him.
"Alright..." He agreed, they'd gotten outside, and reached Obi-Wan's speeder. He shifted the weight of the box slightly, to lift the trunk up, and place it inside. Obi-Wan did the same with his and placed a hand on Anakin's shoulder.
"It's good to be back," he said quietly. Anakin glanced at him, blinking with slight interest, before smiling slightly, and nodding respectfully.
"It's good to have you back," he admitted, even though his pride and instincts were screaming for him not to. "General Kenobi," he added, just to satisfy them, before turning on booted heel, and going back in, to get the next load of boxes. Obi-Wan chuckled and followed. Once they had all the boxes loaded he picked Luke up.
Anakin Skywalker, for the first time since he'd thought he might be granted Mastery, was excited. Honestly excited. He was out of the hospital, he wasn't completely evil, he had Luke, he still missed Padmé, but for the most part things were good. Except...he glanced out upon the streets of the Galactic City, watching the traffic buzz past, completely oblivious to what was going on in their own government.
"Obi-Wan," he spoke up finally. "What do you and Master Yoda plan to do about the Chancellor?" Obi-Wan's jaw tightened. He remembered his words to Yoda a few months back, he still wished it but had not acted on it.
"I have my own wishes for him, but Master Yoda feels this is not the time," he answered.
"I want him," Anakin stated firmly. "I want him dead for what he did to me." For what he'd done to Padmé. "Obi-Wan, if you give me one thing for the rest of my life, give me this chance to take Palpatine's life." Hatred burned deep within him, and it took all the will and discipline he had to keep the residues of the dark side in him from rising to more than that.
"If I don't get to him first," Obi-Wan replied with a smirk.
"No," he insisted shaking his head. "He's mine." He turned his gaze away from the window, and onto the older man. "You've never fought him, Obi-Wan. You don't know what it's like. You can't kill him, but I can. So, let me." Obi-Wan looked over at him.
"I will do my best to refrain myself then," he promised.
"Thank you," he muttered irritably, turning his gaze back to the window, just as the Senate and Chancellor's tower came into view. Palpatine would burn, if he had his way. But...decapitation by light saber was a good second choice. Obi-Wan pulled over and landed outside a tall tower.
"My rooms are on the very top floor," he explained climbing out and getting Luke.
"Well, good," he snorted, getting out and stretching slightly. "That'll be fun to carry all that stuff up."
"There's elevators, which will make things easier. Let me go put him down in his room and I will come back to help," Obi-Wan told him
"Alright." Anakin nodded, pulling the hood of his cloak up. There were several people giving him rather odd looks, and he'd come to the conclusion that it would be best if they didn't recognize him just yet.
"Do you want to stay down here or come up and see your own room?" Obi-Wan asked.
"I'll come," he agreed, crossing his arms inside his large sleeves, and following him in. Anything to get out of the street...
Once inside the building Obi-Wan went to the elevator and pushed the button, the door opened moments later. Inside Obi-Wan pressed the button that would let them out on the top floor.
"Here's the card, the code is 5853," he said switching the arm that Luke was in as well as handing the card to Anakin.
"Alright." He nodded, quickly memorizing the code. "Easy enough."
"I'll have a card made for you within the next few days," Obi-Wan promised taking Luke
to his room. "Your room is the first on the left." Anakin nodded, thoughtfully, frowning when he actually reached it.
"No doors?"
"I have no idea why but no there is not. I put up a curtain for myself, I could do the same for you if you wanted."
"Yeah..." He nodded slowly. "That might be good." He intended to have business contacts reach him at home. It would be harder to explain, if someone walked in on another of his conversations...
"While we're up here, let me show you around." Obi-Wan walked from the hallway and turned a couple of lights on. "Kitchen, bathroom, living room of course. Nothing much but it's home."
"You have a holocomm, right?"
"What real home doesn't? It's there on the coffee table," he answered pointing. "We should go get your stuff before Luke decides to wake up."
"Yeah." He nodded, glancing at the table, and following him back out. "Oh...and...Obi-Wan, if you happen to get any odd calls from angry rich guys, it's probably for me." Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow in question but he didn't verbally ask.
"As long as they don't come and ransack my home or harm Luke, we'll be fine," he agreed.
"Don't worry." He brushed that off. "If they can afford my rates, they don't need to ransack your home." Together it only took three trips down to get all the boxes. Anakin started to head off to his room to start putting things away when Obi-Wan stopped him by putting a hand on his shoulder.
"What?" He glanced over his shoulder, at him. "What is it?"
"Be careful and if you ever need help... do not hesitate to ask... alright?"
"I'm a big boy, Obi-Wan." Anakin smiled at him. "I'm not going to be killed."
"You never know," the other told him. Obi-Wan left him then to go wake Luke, it was getting about time for supper.
"Even if I am," he called after him idly, even as he passed through the door less way. "There is no death; there is the Force, right?" He quoted from the Jedi Code. Even Obi-Wan couldn't argue against the code. Obi-Wan smiled as he woke Luke up. The baby woke up quickly and latched onto him once again.
"I know you want to so tell me everything I have missed," Obi-Wan chuckled as he walked back to the kitchen. Luke quickly started up with his baby talk, Obi-Wan took the actual words from his mind. Anakin, for one, did what he usually did, that evening. Or, with a small twist. He unpacked his very, very few belongings, and then crawled up into his bed, to meditate until dinner came. Then, he would go back to it afterwards, until sleep. Obi-Wan knocked quietly on the doorway.
Anakin made a huffing noise, similar to a 'shush', and just continued to sit there, finally opening his eyes, and raising an eyebrow curiously at him.
"Sorry to interrupt but what would you like to eat?" Obi-Wan asked.
"It doesn't matter. Anything's fine," Anakin answered.
"Alright, but don't blame me if you don't like it," Obi-Wan replied disappearing. Anakin caught a little more meditation, while Obi-Wan did that. He did stop to have dinner with the other two residents, but then he was right back to it. He wanted to prepare himself for the fight against Palpatine as he could get.
"Anakin! Hurry!" Obi-Wan called, his voice full of excitement.
"What?" His eyes snapped back open, and he hurried back out of the room, and down toward where he sensed Obi-Wan, in the small place.
"Look," Obi-Wan smiled pointing from where he sat on the floor. A few feet away Luke stood holding onto the table. When he saw Anakin he smiled brightly and let go, taking his first shaky steps forward.
"Oh...my..." Anakin blinked at him. This was better than meditating. He wished Padmé were still alive to see it...his expression fell ever-so-slightly.
"Da!" Luke exclaimed taking another step towards him. He lost his balance then and fell down, Luke stared at the floor for a moment before looking up his smile still bright as ever.
"Well...he certainly has spirit, if nothing else." He noted, with a small smile, crossing his arms over his chest, as he watched.
"Da!" Luke called holding his arms in the air.
"That he does," Obi-Wan mused. Anakin continued to watch him for several minutes, before, crouching down, ruffling his hair, and heading back to his room.
Obi-Wan smiled as Luke tried to crawl after him but he caught him. "Not now little lightling. Your father needs time to think," he explained and then fell back raising Luke into the air. His fingers tickled the child's sides causing him to squirm and giggle.
They didn't hear anything more from Anakin that night. But, the next morning, he did have a new question for Obi-Wan, that had occurred to him the night before.
"Did you get my light saber off of Mustafar?" Obi-Wan paused a moment in thought as he changed the calendar on the wall. Finally he shook his head.
"I don't think so. I was to worried about you," he replied.
"Hnn..." He frowned. His job was going to be much more difficult without a lightsaber...It hurt his pride to know that he'd lost another one, too. "Well...great." He supposed he could always just go to Yoda and request a new one...or just make one on his own. He'd had to fix, and build, them before, making one from scratch, with no materials, couldn't be that much harder...
"We'll go ask Yoda for new parts today. They have a new prototype that should be best for what you're going to be doing," Obi-Wan answered his unspoken thought. He turned from the calendar. "My notes are already on here, you should put your own on there as you get your jobs so we will know when to call Larisa."
"Who?" He blinked, cocking his head in mild interest.
"Larisa. The nurse I had for him when you were still in the hospital and I had to go places," he replied. "Her number is here. She lives three floors down, so in case you ever suddenly get a job, she can be here quick."
"They're all going to be sudden," he pointed out, with a small snort. "Most people don't plan assassinations in advance."
"That's true, but for the most part I will be around. It's case in case I'm away and then you need to leave."
"That's fine," he confirmed with a nod. A baby sitter would be good...he could just imagine trying to drag Luke around with him to work...
"Nor would I want you to." Since they had started living together, it seemed Obi-Wan could read his thoughts without actually doing it. Anakin snorted in amusement.
"Stop that," he ordered, walking back into the other room. "You're making me feel like a padawan again."
"Sorry, I don't mean to." Obi-Wan went to get Luke before he had to leave. "Well let's see... it's 5 days until you turn a year old. It really doesn't seem like you should be that old."
And, those five days passed faster than any of them expected. Anakin didn't argue, when Obi-Wan took Luke out for the day, but he didn't accompany them either. True, it had been a year since Luke had been born...but it had also now been a year since Padmé had died. The only place Anakin Skywalker wanted to go, besides staying put, was to her grave. But, he knew that it would be crowded. He'd go see her the next afternoon. He was sure that she wouldn't have minded him being a day late.
Obi-Wan returned with a smiling Luke around supper time. He brought a small cake and candle.
"Ready?" He asked Anakin.
"Sure," he agreed with a distracted shrug, crawling off of his bed, to follow them into the small kitchen. He felt a little guilty about his wife's death making him so depressed on his son's birthday, but only a little.
Obi-Wan sat Luke in his chair and lit the candle that had been placed in the cake. He lowered the lights and together he and Anakin sang Luke 'happy birthday'.
"Blow out your candle Luke," he smiled. Luke clapped happily and blew at the candle until it went out. Anakin watched him do that in subdued silence, and left the room again, once he was done. He wanted to meditate some...calm down. He felt like his heart was going to pop, and that didn't sound like a good idea to him.
"Anakin wait, I have a present for Luke but it's also for you," Obi-Wan called. He paused, and turned back around, waiting in mute expectance. Obi-Wan smiled and went to the door.
"Come on in," he said quietly. Senator Organa and his wife entered, the senator carrying a baby girl. Anakin blinked in alarm. Was that...? It couldn't be...
"Leia?" He wondered uncertainly. It had to be her! She looked just like a one year old Padmé might have...
"Hello Anakin. You are looking well," Senator Organa greeted him with a smile, his wife also smiled. Obi-Wan went to get Luke.
"Senator," he greeted back, still a little cautiously, staring at Leia, as though she might quite possibly be the most fascinating thing in the whole world, at that moment.
Leia looked at him and then hid her face in Organa's neck shyly peeking out at him.
"Please have a seat," Obi-Wan offered sitting with Luke on the floor. Luke was also captivated by the other child. She was shy, Anakin noted curiously. Much shyer than her brother. He could fix that, though. She was still young enough to earn her trust easily.
Organa and his wife took a seat on the couch while Anakin took the other chair. Leia looked down at Luke and smiled making him smile back. He pulled himself up with the table and took slow steps toward her until he could lean against the couch looking up at her.
"They seem to like each other." Anakin commented awkwardly, after several minutes. He'd broken almost every law the Senate had put into play--including treason on the Chancellor, for a short time. He felt weird, sitting casually with the Organas, now.
Leia looked towards his voice and studied him before holding her arms out. Senator Organa smiled, he had long since forgiven Anakin for his actions (as had his wife) with the help of his beautiful little girl.
"She seems to like you as well." The barest smile crooked his lips, and he nodded. Maybe Obi-Wan had been right about paternal bonds, or whatever it was...
Senator Organa scooted forward careful to not knock Luke over and held Leia out a bit.
"Would you like to hold her?" He asked.
"Sure..." He agreed warily, getting up, and going over, accepting her light weight, then moving back to his chair. Yep...she definitely looked like Padmé. Her hair, her eyes, even her nose... Leia smiled snuggling into his arms.
"Hi," she said looking up at him.
"You can talk?" He blinked at her, then up at Bail. "She can talk?"
"Only 'hi', 'bye', and of course baby talk," Bail answered.
"Ah." He nodded, turning back to her. "Well...hello to you too." Leia giggled.
"How about Luke? Is he talking yet?" Bail asked.
"No... I'm not sure if we want him to either, he babbles enough as it is. But he is starting to walk as you can see," Obi-Wan answered.
"It's not hard to know what he wants, anyway," Anakin added softly, running his fingers through Leia's rather thick hair, even though he couldn't feel it. At that moment Luke decided to express his displeasure at the new baby being taken further away from him.
"Ah!" He exclaimed and let go of the couch quickly, he would have lost his balance and fallen backward hitting his head on the table if Obi-Wan hadn't caught him.
"Now, now. Don't get to excited," he cautioned and set him near Anakin's feet. Anakin was silent, and just fed the information on who Leia was directly into Luke's mind. It wasn't the first time he'd done that, rather than just extracting what he needed. Most of the conversations he and his son had were completely telepathic. They were much easier than trying to make him understand actual speech. Leia turned and looked down at Luke. She smiled and he smiled back. Luke looked up at Anakin, his excitement clear in his eyes.
"Yep." He nodded, setting her down on the floor, so that they could get a better look at
each other. "I'm not lying, I promise." Luke and Leia stared at each other for a moment before they both raised their hands at the same time and brought them together. Both giggled when they felt each other was real. Leia was first to move and she threw her arms around Luke.
"Bozher," she giggled.
"A new word." Organa's wife smiled. Anakin's smile strengthened a little, as he watched them. He was pleased that they liked each other, but more importantly, he could feel Padmé's presence in the Force, around them. He'd have to compliment Yoda on the code being right about that, next time he saw him. He wondered if Obi-Wan could feel her too. Or Leia or Luke...
Obi-Wan raised his eyes to Anakin's, they connected for just a moment and he smiled nodding. Anakin's gaze softened slightly, and he turned it back to his children, basking in Padmé's warm energy. He hoped she'd stay with him...he'd missed her so much...And, if she did stay, he wouldn't have to go to her grave at all.
The Senator and his wife stayed until late talking with Anakin and Obi-Wan. Both children had fallen asleep holding each other at Anakin's feet.
"We should be going, I have business so we will be here for a few days if you would like to see her again," Bail offered.
"I can never express how much joy she has brought into our lives Anakin." Organa's wife stood and came over to him, she stood behind and then leaned down hugging him. "Thank you so much."
"You don't have anything to thank me for, Mrs. Organa." Anakin assured her, stiffening slightly under the touch. "It wasn't my decision to make. You should be thanking Obi-Wan, if anyone."
"I have thanked him but you... you are the one who gave her life and so the true thanks goes to you," she answered. He really wasn't dealing very well with getting such high praise for not doing anything.
"Really, that was Padmé." He promised, feeling a slight brush on his mind, that he knew was her. "And, she says you're very welcome." Organa's wife smiled and nodded. She kneeled down and gently picked Leia up.
"It's late, dear, I'm sure Master Obi-Wan and Anakin would like to rest," she told her husband. He nodded and stood, Obi-Wan did as well.
"This evening has been wonderful. Thank you for having us," he thanked Obi-Wan shaking his head. Obi-Wan shook his head, he had felt how happy this had made Anakin tonight and that was enough for him.
"Thank you for coming," he replied showing them out.
"Obi-Wan," Anakin spoke up, once they were gone. "Have you been to Padmé's grave yet?"
"No, I am going now though. The crowds should be gone this late. I like the silence when I go to see her," he answered picking up his cloak.
"Could you do me a favour?" He requested, reluctantly. "I got something for her, before she died, but I never had a chance to take it. I'd take it myself, but she doesn't want me going, for whatever reason. Would you do it, since you're going anyway?"
"Of course, Anakin," he said picking Luke up off the floor. Luke mumbled something but slept on his Obi-Wan took him to his room and put him in his crib. He returned to the living room then waiting for Anakin to return from his own room. When he did, he dropped a small ring into Obi-Wan's hand. It wasn't fancy, no stones at all, and it obviously hadn't cost very much--he hadn't had any money.
"That's all," he confirmed with a nod. Obi-Wan nodded and placed the ring in his pocket where it would be safe.
"I don't know when I'll be back so don't wait up," he told him walking out the door.
"Alright," he agreed to that. He never had gotten his meditation done...but for now, he just wanted to enjoy being able to feel Padmé again. He'd go to sleep later.
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