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When Obi-Wan walked in, he found him tinkering away on his latest mechanical project. He did not even glance up when Obi-Wan walked in. "Anakin, I think that we should talk." When Anakin ignored him, and continued on with his project, Obi-Wan felt the frustration rise up inside of him. "Now, preferably."
Anakin sighed heavily as he put down his tools. Well, at least I have managed to teach him something. "Anakin, come here." Obi-Wan sat down on the couch, and Anakin sat on the table facing Obi-Wan, but not meeting his eyes.
"Anakin, please, look at me." Anakin slowly raised his blue eyes to meet Obi-Wan's. "Anakin, as your Master, I am here to help you and to guide you. It won't always be easy."
Anakin rolled his eyes. "Not this speech again."
Obi-Wan threw up his hands, frustrated. "Anakin! Do not speak to me like that! I am here to be your brother and your friend, but I am also your teacher, and you are still my student. It is entirely inappropriate for you to speak to me like that. I am here to help you, but I am also here to criticize you."
Anakin looked at Obi-Wan for a moment, and then glanced away, hurt. He muttered under his breath, "That's all you do."
Obi-Wan gritted his teeth. "Anakin, please, just talk to me." Obi-Wan tried to soften his voice, he was not here to yell at the boy, and anger would get them nowhere. "Anakin..."
Anakin finally spoke. "I just wonder why you can't be more like Qui-Gon. I know that you aren't him, but I just...I just wish that you were as kind as he was. He was always so understanding. When I am with you, I just feel like your obligation. I know that he asked you to train me, and sometimes, I feel like if he hadn't asked you, then you wouldn't have done it."
Obi-Wan was stung. He could not believe what he was hearing. Was this really how the boy had been feeling? He tried to deny it, but somewhere in the back of his mind, Obi-Wan could not help thinking that maybe Anakin was spot on.
"Anakin, please. You have to bear with me. All of this just happened so fast. Sometimes, I feel helpless as your Master. You must understand that Qui-Gon had many qualities that I will never have."
Anakin nodded, tears shining in his blue eyes. He looks so young. "You and I will just have to work a little bit harder then, what do you think? We can both grow together. Anakin, I really am trying. I promise you. But you have to help me. I can't do it all on my own."
Anakin nodded again. Obi-Wan hoped that he was finally getting through to the boy. "Oh, and one more piece of news. Guess who is here?"
Anakin looked at Obi-Wan questioningly. "Sarah is here. There is a possibility that she may be trained as a Jedi." Obi-Wan searched Anakin for some kind of response, but his face remained in an almost Mace Winduesque stone look.
Obi-Wan was hoping for some kind of a reaction from his Padawan, but Anakin simply picked up his tools and resumed his tinkering. Obi-Wan could not help feeling as though he and his Padawan were right back where they started.
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Later that evening, Obi-Wan made his way back down to the Healing Ward, but when he got there, the healers stopped him and told him that the Council was in a meeting with Sarah. Obi-Wan's heart pounded in his chest. He had not expected the Council to come so quickly, but Obi-Wan also had a sneaking suspicion that Yoda may have put them on to it.
Obi-Wan sat on the edge of one of the seats in the ward. He waited anxiously for what seemed like hours. After all of the time had passed, he could not take it anymore. He moved to open the door, but the second before his hand touched the doorknob, the twelve Council Members walked out, all glancing at Obi-Wan along the way as they silently exited.
Finally, Obi-Wan was left with Yoda and Mace Windu. The two Jedi Masters surveyed Obi-Wan, and all of the sudden, he felt as though he was his thirteen-year-old self again, standing before the Masters after his return from Melida/Dann. Force! I just had to think of that now, didn't I? Great timing as always Kenobi.
"Conferred with the girl the Council has," Master Yoda told Obi-Wan. "Strong with the Force she is."
"Obi-Wan," Mace said, "you must understand the implications of what you have asked. The Council is in agreement that the girl may very well be the Chosen One, but asking for training could present problems."
Obi-Wan opened his mouth to speak, ready to defend Sarah, but Mace continued. "Obi-Wan, it is obvious to the Council that you have formed a bond with the girl, but even if she were trained, a Master may not take on two Padawans. The Code forbids it."
Obi-Wan had not even stopped to consider the possibility that even if Sarah were trained, she may not be his Padawan. He had just assumed...
"Dangerous it is to assume, young Kenobi." Master Yoda said to them.
For Force sakes! How does he do that? Obi-Wan did not know what to say. He was terribly confused.
"Meet on the matter, the Council must."
"So then, she will be trained?" Obi-Wan was truly glad of that at the least.
Mace gave Obi-Wan a stern look. "Perhaps, young Kenobi, you should try to contain your feelings. Remember the Code."
"There is no emotion; there is peace." Obi-Wan repeated obediently.
"Perhaps, you should not take those words so lightly in the future."
"Yes, Master Windu," Obi-Wan said, feeling for what seemed like the fiftieth time that day, like a child being rebuked by the Jedi Master.
With a slight nod of the head, the two Jedi Masters took off down the hall, leaving Obi-Wan standing alone.
Obi-Wan did not know what to do. He did not know when the Council would meet on the matter. He thought that perhaps he could talk to Sarah about her meeting with the Council members, but when he looked in on her, she was fast asleep. Obi-Wan sighed, not knowing where to go.
Eventually he found himself in the Room of One Thousand Fountains. He tried to meditate, but his mind kept wandering. He thought back to his years spent with Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan had always found himself at as a Padawan disapproving often of his Master's actions, but now, Obi-Wan was a Jedi Knight. He was a Master to Anakin, and he was certainly beginning to feel the full weight of that responsibility.
Obi-Wan wished that he could speak to his friends, but they were all mostly newly knighted and out on important missions. Obi-Wan felt very alone. Nothing had gone the way that he had planned, and he felt confused. He tried again to meditate, giving himself fully to the Force.
As he felt the Force flow through his body, he had an odd vision. Three lightsabers, intertwined.
His mind flashed to another image, a great battle. There was hesitation on both sides. They had been friends, but they were now enemies. After a furious battle, one of the blue lightsabers flicked out forever.
Obi-Wan was confused. He sensed a final vision. A fiery background. Flaming bursts of heat. And then, as a stark a contrast to the flames as could be, two bursts of blue came forth. One was surrounded and suppressed by a dark and painful shadow. The other was shrouded in hurt and betrayal. They battled the most ferocious battle ever fought. Jedi versus Sith. Finally, the one filled with hurt let go of his attachments, and as he did, his opponent's lightsaber was engulfed by the red searing heat of fire. And then there was only a single blue lightsaber, and the Force felt only darkness.
Obi-Wan's eyes flew open. He blinked a few times trying to make sense of the visions, but all felt muddled. He shook his head as he rose. He had never put much faith in visions and dreams, but suddenly, he felt more confused then ever.
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A/N Sorry this took awhile to get up, but I veered off into a humor fic called Nerf Fur,and that took up my writing time this week. Anyway, thanks for reading, and feedback is always appreciated!