CHAPTER 3

"Anakin…" Anakin awoke suddenly hearing his master's faint voice calling him in his mind. The room was in darkness except for the hall light shinning in through the door. "Anakin…"

"Master?" Anakin walked over to Obi-Wan's bed. Obi-Wan's eyes fluttered open. "Master you're awake!" Obi-Wan looked towards his Padawan and gave him a weak smile. "How are you feeling master?" Obi-Wan pulled off his oxygen mask.

"Terrible…" He whispered. Obi-Wan tried to sit up but flinched in pain.

"Don't move around too much master." Anakin fixed his master's pillow so he would be more comfortable. "A piece of scrap metal went through your chest." Anakin gestured at the bandages on Obi-Wan's left shoulder. "You were lucky it didn't punctured you lung."

"You call that lucky?" Obi-Wan smirked. "I don't believe in luck my young Padawan, you know that." Anakin smiled.

"Call it whatever you want, but I still think you're lucky. The gashes on your arm and leg are healing good, but they're going to be sore for a few days."

"What about this one?" Obi-Wan touched his left shoulder with his right arm.

"It's going to heal fine, but it's going to be a month before you can return to the Jedi Temple." Obi-Wan sighed.

"A month?" Obi-Wan sighed again. "When can I get out of here?" Anakin sat down.

"I'm not sure…" Obi-Wan noticed something was troubling his Padawan.

"What's on your mind my young Padawan?" Anakin lowered his head.

"I killed Dooku Master…" Obi-Wan looked at his troubled Padawan. "But he was going to kill you so I threw my Lightsaber…"

"Anakin, you did what you thought was best." Anakin stayed silent. He didn't look anywhere near his master.

"When I went to check on you…" he paused as if remembering was painful. "Master there was blood on the floor…" he pressed his hand against his temple. "I was afraid to lose you master… I thought I did…" Obi-Wan was touched. They loved each other like father and son but never spoke those words. They didn't have to; they knew it and they felt it. Obi-Wan would die for Anakin. And he knew Anakin would do the same for him.

A few more days had gone by and Obi-Wan was back home. Though he had to stay in bed, he was glad to be out of the healers ward. Anakin dreamt the same dream the night before but many things had changed this time. This time they were on Tatooine instead of a hanger on Geonosis. There was now four Jedi fighting Darth Sidious, including Anakin and Obi-Wan. Though he couldn't see their faces, Anakin recognized Aayla Secura, the beautiful cerulean blue Twi'lek. As in his previous dream, Obi-Wan died. But his death was much different in this one. He wasn't thrown against a pile of scrap metal. A red Lightsaber stabbed him through his chest. Palpatine's Lightsaber. Anakin awoke, drenched with sweat and caught the scream in his throat.

"Good Morning Master Obi-Wan!" Obi-Wan smiled. Padmé walked in Obi-Wan's room, holding a small vase with bright orange flowers. "I thought since you'll be stuck in your room for a few more weeks, might as well make it more cheerful." She placed the flowers on the small table near the window.

"Thank you Padmé, it's very nice of you." Anakin walked in and leaned against the door.

"I never thought I'd see flowers in Obi-Wan's room." The young Jedi smirked.

"At least I have flowers." Obi-Wan replied with a grin. He arched his eyebrow at Anakin and they both smiled.

"Well, it seems like my flowers are already lifting the mood in here. Unfortunately I can't stay, I have to go back." She paused. "I came to tell you that… I was elected Supreme Chancellor." Anakin's eyes widened.

"That's wonderful! Congratulations!" Anakin hugged Padmé, lifting her from the ground. Padmé laughed with Anakin.

"Congratulations Chancellor… umm… Is it Naberrie or Amidala?" Asked Obi-Wan.

"From now on it's Supreme Chancellor Naberrie." Padmé bowed gracefully. "Well, I have to leave. Take care of yourself Obi-Wan." Anakin smiled.

"Don't worry Padmé, I'll watch over him."

"That's what I'm worried about." Obi-Wan laughed and Padmé left.

The search for Darth Sidious hadn't recovered anything. The Dark Side clouded the visions of the Jedi. In the Jedi Temple, Master Yoda was meditating as Mace Windu walked in.

"Are we sure he is still alive?" Asked Mace Windu.

"Hardly sense him we can, but alive he is." Yoda sighed. "More powerful Darth Sidious has become."

"He wasn't on Geonosis or Tatooine like we sensed." Windu sat down beside Yoda.

"Felt us coming he did. Surprise him we must." Master Yoda paused. "Something else I sense." Master Windu looked at the small Jedi Master.

"What is it Master Yoda?" Yoda opened his eyes and looked at his former Youngling.

"Pain and fear I sense… Troubled young Skywalker is."