A/N: Hello dear ones! I hope you had a wonderful week-end, and that you are all well. This snippet is set on Florrum, during the episode "The Gungan General", whose plot I twisted a tiny bit for the simple pleasure of having two characters speaking to each other while the other is out :). I'm also the person who finally finished watching the Clone Wars a few days prior, who cried her eyes out because of the ending and the wonderful music, and keeps listening to it. So if there is a bit of foreshadowing here, forgive me :). Enjoy I hope, see you below, Meysun.

Sparks of Hope (A Star-Wars Advent Calendar)

By Meysun

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22. Bonds (Dooku)

22 BBY

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Dooku held nothing but contempt for the Skywalker boy – no finesse, no subtlety, and no mastering of emotions, without much room for improvement. The Force knew he had tried to curb similar faults in Qui-Gon, very long ago, but his former Padawan had found his balance into meditation, oddly enough, and Dooku had only needed a few seconds to assess that Skywalker was completely unable to achieve it, and never would be.

Dooku was no fool. He could sense how powerful the boy was, what an asset he would play once he would have fallen completely – he was also very much aware of the interest his Master had in him. An interest that Dooku needed to be watchful of – because he knew how easily a Sith Apprentice could be replaced.

Dooku was no fool – and that was why he was keeping Ventress just close enough to control her, and just far enough for her not to attract Sidious' attention unnecessarily. Ventress was fierce, skilled and loyal to a fault – and since he could not have Kenobi yet, she was a tolerable substitute.

It did not mean Kenobi was entirely lost to him, though – and Dooku watched him wake with carefully hidden interest, sitting up and rubbing his brow silently, helping Skywalker to recover.

"How you could choose to walk out there and get yourselves caught despite my warning is truly beyond me", Dooku quipped, taking delight in watching Kenobi's eyes widen slightly.

His former Grandpadawan's eyes wandered to the electric bound wrought around his waist, attaching him both to Dooku and Skywalker. And the Count was surprised to feel resolve and relief seep through his incredibly strong shields. Kenobi was quick to place himself in front of Skywalker, holding him back and shielding him with his body, as soon as Dooku began to provoke the boy – it was frankly too easy. One just had to mention his arm, and watch Skywalker go feral.

"You will pay", Skywalker hissed. "For all the Jedi you murdered on Geonosis."

"That, my dear fool of a Jedi, is entirely your Master's doing. Remind me again whose rescue it was that needed two-hundred and twelve Jedi?"

"Don't you dare…"

"Anakin."

Kenobi's voice was calm. Measured, and so very soft. His body language still spelt protectiveness, one hand lightly placed on Skywalker's left forearm. His face looked pale, in the dim light of the cell – but there was nothing but steadiness in the Force around him, and the command on his shields was frankly impressive.

"The Republic is going to send envoys with the spice. We need to get out of here before. And since we appear to be bound together, for the time being, I suggest we refrain from murdering each other."

"You want us to team up with him?!"

The indignation in Skywalker's voice was grating – and Kenobi sighed.

"Currently, having you running in different directions is no option for me."

He gestured towards his waist, a small smile playing around his lips, and Skywalker huffed.

"Good point, Master."

They spent the next hours trying to escape from Hondo Ohnaka's cells, only to found themselves back there. Dooku just shrugged, mentally, not overly worried and secretly impressed when Kenobi pulled that mind-trick on the stupid Weequay sentinel.

"You don't want to stand guard. You want to deactivate the cell bars and… go out drinking."

They watched the guard turn to a mindless puppet and set them free, and Kenobi muttered:

"Almost too easy."

They had been prisoners together long enough for Dooku to recognise the small frown between Kenobi's eyebrows as a sign of worry. He was not projecting anything into the Force, his signature surprisingly mild and gentle, but Dooku had already learned that his former Grandpadawan's mind never stopped running.

They left the cell for the second time, running towards the exit, and suddenly Kenobi was pushing him behind a crate, palm splayed on his shoulder, body shielding him in an unconscious, protective move mirroring his earlier one.

"Hurry along, Dooku."

His sharp, focused grey eyes darted around, and Dooku realised just how strong and dangerous his Grandpadawan could be, even without a lightsaber. Obi-Wan's sleeve was brushing his, and he had adopted a defensive Soresu stance, but his hand was trailing behind, feeling for Skywalker in the Force, attuned to his reactions – and this was Qui-Gon's training.

Qui-Gon had perfected the dual Master-and-Padawan technique along with Feemor, and brought it to completion with Obi-Wan, who had mastered the skill himself along with his own Padawan.

Dooku could have invaded their bond through the Force – but such was a crude, dirty thing reserved for the ones like Maul, whom Dooku abhorred and despised. Instead, he focused on the quiet signs: Obi-Wan's small tilt of the head, the way his shoulders relaxed once Skywalker shifted his own position, and the quiet smile in his eyes when they started to run in sync.

Their bond was not closed, clearly, and this was so very interesting – but it also tugged at something Dooku had though to be long purged from his very system.

Something reminding him of a vibrant green blade, of Qui-Gon's quiet, casual shrug whenever Dooku ordered him around – but his Padawan had been dutiful and strong, truly skilled in the Force and so very warm. Until Feemor had died. Until Dooku lost Qui-Gon's friendship and goodwill for good – because his Padawan had always been too headstrong, and too tender-hearted.

"Jump!"

They were still bound by the waist – Obi-Wan linking them together, and Dooku heard his gasp when Anakin grabbed the fence, leaving them both hanging below him.

"You're too heavy. I can't do it."

They were slipping, and suddenly the link between him and Obi-Wan snapped – and then Dooku felt warm, strong hands grab his.

"Are you crazy, Master?! Just drop him!"

But Obi-Wan's hands just tightened around his, eyes narrowing in steely resolve even as the bound tugged at his waist, drawing another pained exhale from him.

Never.

The small word echoed in the Force with quiet determination, and Dooku almost winced in pain, because the dedication within sprang from something so old, so long forgotten it burned, around his chest and in his very mind.

Ohnaka's men somehow managed to knock Skywalker out and drag them both up in one fluid motion, and they soon found themselves back in their cells, finally separated but still unable to flee.

Dooku's wrists hurt and he was somewhat short of breath, and so was Obi-Wan, who was bent above Skywalker's unconscious body and had yet to straighten fully, arm wrapped around his waist.

"You should have dropped me", Dooku stated, but Obi-Wan just huffed, with a small, annoyed shake of the head.

He fumbled through his utility belt, and managed to unfold a small Bacta patch, placing it against the welt on Skywalker's brow, then he splayed his fingers, pressing them gently against his head.

Skywalker let out a soft moan, then his limbs seemed to relax and Dooku watched Obi-Wan's face soften, his features still focused but appeased as he guided the boy into a healing trance.

"Rash, and unbalanced."

This got Obi-Wan's attention, and Dooku soon faced those calm, grey eyes, watching his Grandpadawan straighten, Anakin's head still cradled in his lap.

"He might be skilled with machines. Wires. Even lightsabers", Dooku dropped. "But he has not mastered anything in the Force, and he will disappoint you, if he hasn't already."

"Anakin will never disappoint me."

"Don't be so sure…"

Obi-Wan's eyes narrowed, but then his Grandpadawan shook his head.

"I know what you are trying to do. And it will not work. You want to sow distrust and hatred between us. You want to belittle Anakin in my mind, and in my heart. But you cannot. Because those faults you point out are known to me, and known to him. Because I did not seek to raise a perfect machine, or a droid, when I took Anakin as a Padawan."

"Did you? Take him as a Padawan? Or was it something more complicated? A promise to the one who had raised, and forsaken you?"

"Qui-Gon did not forsake me."

Obi-Wan's voice was very quiet. He was not a small man, but he was definitely smaller than them both. Thin. A small reed, Yoda had always called him. And Dooku knew just how very fragile he was, how insignificant the Dark side of the Force made him – their duel was only months old, and he had brought him down within seconds.

Yet, just now, there was a conviction and a power radiating through him that seemed to dwarf them all. Obi-Wan raised bright grey eyes towards him, and Dooku realised, then, that the boy had worked hard towards balance – and that his efforts had not been vain.

"Qui-Gon believed in him. And, when it came to choose between Anakin and myself, he chose him because he saw, and realised, that Anakin needed him more than I did."

"You do not resent him? For calling you only stubborn, and capable, in front of the whole Jedi Council, when you gave him twelve years of your life?"

It still irked something in Dooku. It had made him want to shake Qui-Gon until his teeth rattled – but Qui-Gon had died before Dooku had even known the full extent of the mess he had made with Obi-Wan, and then… Then Dooku had realised that the Jedi Order was nothing like it should anymore – nothing like it could.

"And what kind of a Padawan would that make me?"

Obi-Wan's voice was just a whisper, and his face had turned very pale, but the resolve had not left his eyes. On the contrary, something warm and light had begun to seep through his shields, permeating the Force around him, and it was searing open that small, long forgotten spot deep into Dooku's chest.

"What of the years Qui-Gon devoted to me? What of Qui-Gon choosing me? Of helping me understand the Force, and myself, and the world around us, every single day of my apprenticeship? What of the love and care he provided, for my mind, body and soul, giving me all he had and even more? What of the devotion he inspired in me – strong enough to help me come back to him when I almost fell? How could I resent him for caring for a boy who deserves the world, and who was unwanted by most, yet who holds such promises?"

His Grandpadawan was facing him, features pinched yet glowing so brightly in the Force – and there was no contempt in Obi-Wan's words, just genuine truth and belief. And it was painful.

"Qui-Gon taught me to be gentle with the faults we can find in others, because he was not perfect and never sought to be. He simply sought to improve himself. And this is something Anakin does as well – which is why he will never disappoint me."

"Such meekness…"

"Call it whatever you want. I do not care."

"Have you no pride at all?"

The question was genuine – almost taking Dooku by surprise. Obi-Wan however just raised his eyebrows, hands finding Anakin's shoulders.

"And who am I, to place myself above so many others? We are a whole, Dooku. And just because I have no interest to dominate or best others does not mean I do not seek to improve my skills, and my way of understanding the Force."

"How can that be enough?"

Dooku was laughing now, but it sounded cold and foreign to him.

"Because it is."

There was sadness, and compassion in Obi-Wan's eyes – and Dooku realised then, that this conversation had to end. That he would not gain the boy to his side that day – that he would have to wait for the war to extinguish the light into Obi-Wan's eyes, for the battles and losses to harden his heart, for the despair to invade more of his mind, until he would be ready to hear some of the truths Dooku had come to embrace.

"I wish you would see it. I wish it would not be you we had to fight, day after day and night after night. But if I must, I will – because it is worth it."

"What is…?"

Skywalker's quiet mumble brought them both back to the small, grey cell they were still stuck in, and Obi-Wan's eyes instantly searched for his face.

"What's worth it, Master? Why are we back here with him?"

"Because your Master would not take your advice to drop me", Dooku quipped.

"'Course not."

The childish surety in Skywalker's voice was surprising, and the boy lifted a hand, gently patting Obi-Wan on the arm.

"I'm the evil one here."

"Hush now, Anakin."

Obi-Wan's hand had not left his brow, and his eyes met Dooku's again. Steely, with a hint of sadness and unshakable resolve. His Grandpadawan wrapped an arm around Skywalker's chest, and gave a curt nod.

And despite of himself, Dooku nodded back – because Obi-Wan was definitely worth a conversation. His Grandpadawan also had the means to defend himself, and to get himself – and Skywalker – out of this mess. And so, when Ohnaka's men went to fetch them, leaving him alone in his cell, Dooku wasted no time preparing his own escape.

When the power died down, he killed the guards and the men facing him without any remorse. And he did not look over his shoulder, not once – determined to leave Florrum as soon as possible, and return with enough forces to burn it to the ground.

Just like he would burn the small part of himself Obi-Wan had brought back to life, because it was not part of Dooku's plans and schemes.

Some bounds were better severed, and Dooku was honing his blades.

But not just yet.

A/N: Hello there again! I hope you enjoyed this bit, Sith Dooku is a tricky one to write - in my other stories, I think I only wrote him when he was on the verge of leaving the Jedi order and falling, so he was still "good". Here, he obviously is not - and I'm still struggling with the idea of him knowing everything about Order 66 (unfortunately, he does...). But what I like to think is that there was *still* hope for him, even then, just like there is hope for Anakin even after everything. Just for you to know, I definitely plan to write something about the first battle of Geonosis and about that first conversation and later duel between Obi and Dooku. Meanwhile, I hope you still enjoyed this : three more chapter to go, and yes, the next one will *finally* be Ahsoka :).

Much love, and come and chat with me on Tumbr if you want, I'm mahizli there. Take care, Meysun.