A/N: So, yes…my finally chapter. Can you guys believe it! Wow, it's going to be strange not having to write this story anymore. It was kinda my first big story here. Bizarre. I just want to say thanks for everything and hope you enjoy this last chapter. May the Force be with you.

Peace

Months passed by since Xanatos DeCrion saw Obi-Wan Kenobi once again. The last time was deep in a mining shaft, the boy about to kill himself to make the stubborn Jedi Master Jinn realize that they were meant to be together. Through it all, Xanatos felt Obi-Wan's anger at him falling back into his old ways, but it didn't consume him. No one, not even a Saterine can challenge the Will of the Force.

Then again, there is always the exception to the rule. That exception being Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Now, once again the one-time brothers faced each other. Obi-Wan was sitting in the large cell, watching Qui-Gon sleep in the opposite corner. The water cup was still on its side, the water poisoned with a sleeping drug seeping into the stones. The door cracked opened and Xanatos stepped in, closing it quietly behind him. Making his way, the Dark Jedi sat down next to Obi-Wan, staring at his ex-master.

"I can't believe he fell for it."

Obi-Wan smiled sadly, "Well, it did take some coaxing from me. Xanatos…"

"Yes."

"Why did you attack the Temple? Why get Bruck involved?"

"Because, I—"

Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes, "No lies, Xan."

Xanatos smirked, "I wasn't planning to. Obi-Wan." Turning, his full attention on the boy, the Dark Jedi continued, "The bond between you and Jinn is weak, I am trying to strengthen it."

Sorrow tugged at Obi-Wan's eyes, "While sacrificing our bond, making sure it stays weak. What's the point?"

"To protect you."

Surprise shot across the boy's face. Glancing up, Obi-Wan took in his brother's face in a new light. A smirk danced on his lips, "Xan, you do care about me. How sweet."

Xanatos snorted, "This is not a joke, brat. If anything were to happen me, say dying, I do not want you to fall like you did that other time…"

A shiver ran down Obi-Wan's spine as he remembered his fall into the Dark Side, "…oh…"

A moan escaped Qui-Gon's lips, startling the two. Xanatos just shook his head.

"Xanatos, are you going to die?"

The question sounded almost childish but then again, Xanatos was not surprised. Nyree's words echoed in his mind, "No matter what alternate universe or reality you are in, it is your destiny to die in order to ensure a future for Obi-Wan." Out loud, all he said was, "You know the answer to that question already young one."

Obi-Wan growled, "We all die in time, Xanatos." Giving up, knowing full well that Xanatos was stubborn and getting him to speak anymore on the subject was like asking a hut to go on a diet, Obi-Wan leaned against the wall. "I've been thinking about the future."

Xanatos glared at the boy, "I thought I taught you not to get distracted by such things."

"What else was I suppose to do in this cell? Sing to my heart's content? I think not."

The Dark Jedi chuckled, "Aw come on, those female guards said you were their best prisoner. I had to pay a handsome reward to get you away from their clutches. Tthey planned to put you in showbiz, y'know."

Obi-Wan puffed a burst of air, sending a bang of ginger hair away from his eyes, "Do you need to remind me of that?"

"Of course, now what is that you have been thinking?"

"That there has to be another way to prevent the Jedi from dying."

Something in the air shifted. Taking a deep breath, Xanatos ventured, "And need I ask how? You already outwitted the Force once, to do it twice…"

Sea-blue eyes hardened into ice, "There has to be a way…" Turning to face, Xanatos, the boy locked eyes, "I promise."

Xanatos smiled, "Somehow I believe that, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You've made me see the light again, saved my soul from eternal damnation, when everyone else thought it was impossible. Thank you." "And for that, there is only one way to repay you."

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, "Geez, Xan don't get all sentimental on me, it's weird."

The two burst out into soft laughter and enjoyed each other's company for another hour, before Xanatos left, leaving Obi-Wan in the care of a slowly waking Qui-Gon.

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Things weren't supposed to end up like this. Just a few nights before, they were chatting like the old friends that they were. Then, destiny came knocking and whisked Xanatos away from him. Making his way slowly through the dark hall, Obi-Wan finally understood Xanatos' meaning of protecting him. Not once did the pain of having his body eaten away by the acid pool seep through their bond. Xanatos had protected Obi-Wan from death.

On the way back to the Temple, Qui-Gon thought Obi-Wan was still shocked over the whole incident, mainly concerning Bruck's death at his hand. The elder comforted the boy through his own grief, the bond between them strengthening. All the while, Obi-Wan grieved secretly for a brother now lost to him permanently.

Halting his steps, Obi-Wan faced the door, deep in the recesses, that housed ancient relics. Closing his eyes, he stretched his hand forward and touched the door. The door creaked opened, allowing one of its kind to enter. Snapping on the glow rod, Obi-Wan let the door close behind him, his eyes taking in the dusty room. Statues, books and data pads lined the shelves. Each was filled with information, but Obi-Wan did not come for that. He no longer desired to seek the knowledge of the Saterines. Before him, a black tablet with names etched onto it glowed softly in the light. Kneeling down, Obi-Wan pulled out a vibro knife and started to etch a name.

"I didn't know I was worthy to be placed on the stone of rememberence, reserved for only our great ancestors."

Obi-Wan smiled, finished carving the name and took a step back to take a moment to admire his work. Satisfied, he turned and faced the glowing blue form of Xanatos.

"I didn't think the Force would allow you to take such a form."

Xanatos shrugged, "Through my death, I ensured your future as a Jedi but you still need me and the Force recognizes this."

"Thank you," whispered Obi-Wan.

"Mind you, I can only stay in this room. It's only through the Saterine powers am I able to take this form."

Obi-Wan nodded, heeding the warning. But it didn't bother him. He had not lost his brother entirely. A smile beamed on his face. Xanatos chuckled and the Force brightened a bit more at the reunion of two brothers.

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Years passed by and the meetings between the ghost and the living dwindled in time. Now, twenty-five, Obi-Wan exuded a confidence that few Jedi Knights possessed at such age. The council, specifically a green-troll, grew wary about him. But, every doubt was banished when Obi-Wan proved his loyalty to the Jedi, to the Republic, to the Light when he killed the horned Sith Apprentice. Still shaken over the experience, Obi-Wan longed for the sanctuary of the Saterine room. Sliding the door open, he glanced around and noticed that the way he left things still remained in place. Two tiny glow rods, creating a tiny pyre to the ancient race, now surrounded the black stone.

Obi-Wan reached out and touched the name Xanatos DeCrion, a tiny smile tugging at his lips. "I kept my promise. I found a way to outwit the Force once again." A grief tugged at his heart, but soon he felt the familiar presence of Nyree standing next to him. Out of Austral and Xanatos, Nyree never once left his side. Through thick and thin, she gave him her support, banishing all dark thoughts from his mind.

Closing his eyes, the Knight continued, "I followed the will of the Force all these years. Yet, on Naboo, I drew the line. I let the Force take two things precious to me; I wouldn't let it take another. I know, I know, but you'd understand. The bond I had with Qui-Gon was just as strong as the one I had with you. So, when I drew upon the Force, exposing my heritage, the Force could only stand by and let me do my will for once. It knew the dangers of me falling and it knew that if I was unhappy with its decision, I might just change things to the worse…say kill or wound a certain Chosen One."

A dark mirth twinkled in his eyes, as if he was sharing a private joke. "That and…I found another way to stop the destruction of the Jedi. I killed him, Xan, the monster behind all the darkness. I know you wouldn't approve…but…"

A squeeze in his hand showed that Nyree loved him and spurred him on. "Xanatos, I found the balance. I used the darkness in me without falling to defeat the Sith master. It was a hard fight, grant you, just a bunch of verbal manipulation. Finally, he got fed up and started using the Force. Of course, the Jedi sensed it but they never sensed me accessing the Saterine powers to counter the Sith. By the time they arrived, all that was left of Chancellor Palpatine was a broken shell of a man. No trace of me…and for that I have to thank you for training me in that field."

Nyree laughed, but to the physical realm is felt like a soft breeze. Obi-Wan began to chuckle himself.

"Hey, I can't help it if I talked about this like it was a stroll in the park. Sheesh, you people are hard to please." A yelp escaped Obi-Wan's mouth as he felt a smack hit his arm. Rubbing his arm, Obi-Wan pouted, "Sorry…see Xan, when I need you to help me deal with women, you abandon me. Wonderful."

A knock vibrated through the room. "Knight Kenobi, are you in there?"

Obi-Wan froze, his mind sensing Anakin's bright presence behind the door. Coughing, the Knight responded, "Yes, I'll be right out!"

"Ok."

Obi-Wan sighed and stared down at the tablet, "See you around."

Bowing, he felt Nyree kiss him lightly on the cheek. Mentally, he returned the affection, and sensed his soul mate blush. Feeling centered now more than ever, Obi-Wan turned, opened the door and left the room. Anakin was bouncing on his feet, the tiny braid whipping around his neck.

For a moment, Obi-Wan found himself in a past deed, staring at a charcoal form of Anakin. Shaking his head, the Knight made himself see the nine-year before him. He could sense the dark, light and gray areas in Anakin. And it was this combination that would force the Jedi to reform or fall at the feet of the Chosen One. Stretching his mind, Obi-Wan felt the Force close off from him, preventing anymore visions from seeping through, unless It willed it so.

Obi-Wan mentally smirked darkly. He could live without visions. Actually, he loved the thrill of living each moment without knowing what was to pass. Stepping forward, Obi-Wan stretched out the hand that once killed the baby Anakin and ruffled the sandy-blond hair.

"Let's go see how your new Master is doing, shall we?"

Anakin nodded, "I hope Master is ok."

Obi-Wan laughed, "I am sure Master Jinn is in perfect condition. The only thing I think we need to fear is that we might have to rescue him from the healers, or the other way around."

Anakin laughed, "Race you to the turbo lifts, Knight Kenobi!"

Not waiting for a response, Anakin sprinted down the hall. Obi-Wan smiled, stopping in his steps. "Disappointed you seem."

"Mock me, you will not young Kenobi…but young you are not," huffed Yoda as he stepped from the shadows.

Obi-Wan eyed the little master and the Force swirled around them. Obi-Wan remembered the sensation, feeling it once on the platform long ago in a different world. Yoda just stared at Obi-Wan, his body language expressing that he too felt how powerful Obi-Wan truly was, especially bringing Jinn back from the dead, but then only Yoda knew of what had passed on Naboo.

"Declaring a truce, then?"

Yoda nodded, "Yes. Feel a new era approaching, not for only the Jedi but for the remaining Saterine and the Republic as well."

A vision flashed before Obi-Wan and Yoda's eyes. The Temple glittered with light. A young boy with sandy brown hair ran down the hall with his twin sister trailing him, her dark hair bouncing behind her shoulders. Other children joined them and Obi-Wan felt that they were the descendants of Jedi, the taboo of marriage broken. Granting the pair this last vision, the Force fell silent, but not a dead silent…a comfortable silence.

Yoda smiled at Obi-Wan, "Grant us your wisdom, came to ask you I did."

Obi-Wan folded his hands into the folds of the brown cloak, "The council?"

"To all."

The man pondered for a minute. Eyes sparkled like the sun hitting the sea, "Of course."

Yoda bowed, "Thank you, Master Kenobi."

Obi-Wan bowed in response, "Thank you, Master Yoda for not killing me."

The ancient master snorted, "Could do such a feat, I think not."

Obi-Wan laughed heartily, as he remembered another Yoda delivering the fatal blow, "You should give yourself more credit. But come, I think Anakin is waiting for me."

Yoda nodded and walked next to Obi-Wan, "A handful he will be."

"But a good handful."

The two exchanged pleased glances, a pure friendship between Saterine and Jedi exploding like a supernova into existence, in the depths of the Jedi Temple.

The End