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This is written in first person point of view of Meagan unless otherwise noted.
From Earth to Star Wars
Part Two: Is now Post TPM by about seven years. (Anakin is about sixteen.) Meagan has been back for about three years now.
Meagan comes back to Star Wars and meets up with now Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and his Padawan Anakin Skywalker. Follows the movies, but is an AU. (Caution.) Ours does have a bit of a twist to it. Obi-Wan and Meagan are married and are living in the Jedi Temple, with Anakin still being trained. Now, due to dramatic events, they await the fate of Meagan and their unborn child Sasha.
Chapter Twenty Four
**Obi-Wan's point of view**
It was a little over a week after the shooting incident that we sat in Master Jessie's office discussing the condition of Meagan and our unborn daughter. We were growing increasingly aware of the fact Meagan showed no signs of coming out of the comma, but also that Sasha's bright Force light was beginning to dim along with her mother's.
Later, I sat by my wife's side, holding her hand, talking to her. Over the next few days her vital signs didn't drop any, but they didn't rise any either. I told myself her recovery would take time, but I didn't want to face the fact I might have to live the rest of my life without my wife and daughter.
The dreams I'd been having lately only heightened my worries about them. And lately, I was wondering if they were becoming visions of the future, a future bleak and cold without one or even both of them. I didn't like the feeling that every time I closed my eyes to mediate or sleep, I would see them, their eyes haunting me. Most of these lasted only seconds, but a brief second where Meagan, and subsequently, our daughter, died in my arms was entirely too long. I pulled my robe around me closer, as if starving off the cold chill of the room, wondering when this nightmare would end. I sat down on the couch in Meagan's room in the Healer's wing, glancing at the still form of my wife. I sat there for a time, not trying to think about anything, but her.
Pictures of us together swam before my eyes, the first days we spent together years ago, on missions, snowball fights, picnics, the laughter, the tears, the night we finally confessed our love for each other, the joy we felt as we became husband and wife, the incredible magic of our wedding night and the close relationship we shared during our marriage.
I sighed, my thoughts and the pictures in my mind slowly shifting to our daughter, the one I knew I'd been seeing in dreams and visions beginning when Meagan and I first met during the latter years of my apprenticeship. Her dark curly red hair, ready smile and blue-gray eyes, reflected both her mother and I. The strength she shown so far left me little doubt of how strong in the Force she was and if she survived what a powerful, compassionate Jedi she would make. She already had a tremendous bond with myself, her mother and Anakin and the fact that Anakin had seen her in his own dreams left me wondering if my own Padawan, once knighted, would take my own daughter as his apprentice.
But that was the future, all tangled together in a knot, all of it depending on if they survived this, survived the traumatic events of the last week. And there wasn't much I could do, except wait and hope that the Force would give them the strength to come through this.
I slowly rose from the couch, then went over to her side. I pushed a curl or two away before speaking. "Meagan, I know you can hear us and that you can't respond to us yet, but I'm here." I paused as I gazed at her, the soft beauty of her pale face. "I think everyone in the entire Temple has stopped by to see you at some time or another. There are so many people that are pulling for you, that care for you and our little one. You have such a way about you, an inner strength that always comes out fighting. Use that to come back to us. We need you my love."
I sat by her side, perched on the edge of the bed for a while, reminding Meagan of all the times we had together and the ones we were going to have. I finally sat back down on the couch, leaning against it. Closing my eyes, I tried to seek comfort through the Force, finally falling into a meditative state that was filled with pictures of my wife and daughter.........
The Force swelled around me and I became aware of the bleeping machines that kept my wife and daughter stable. Healer's rushed into the room as I stood back and watched. I couldn't tell exactly what happened, but I felt Meagan's once bright spot in the Force slowly slipping through my fingers.
"Master Obi-Wan?" I faintly heard my name as Master Jessie led me out of the room, to a quiet spot in the hallway. "She's alright for now, but her blood pressure and heart rate have starting dropping."
"Which means?"
"She's slipping deeper into the comma." She sighed before continuing on. "To be honest, I don't see her waking up again."
The room started to spin. Only by grabbing a hold of the chair close by kept me paying attention to the Master Healer. This couldn't be real, this didn't seem real. "What about the baby?"
She sighed again. "I know we've decided against surgically removing her before, but now she won't make it if Meagan's condition worsens."
"Will Sasha make it if we do this?"
"I'm not sure, but now, by removing her from Meagan, may be her only chance. And maybe, just maybe without the baby there, Meagan could still pull through this. I can give Meagan a drug that will accelerate the baby's development, enough where she could have a fighting chance."
I sighed, this decision was enormous, but by stretching out with the Force, I knew she was right.
"Meditate about this and go talk to Anakin. But don't take too long. I don't think we have much time."
I nodded and turned to go find my Padawan.
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It wasn't that much later when the two of us found Master Jessie sitting by Meagan's side. She looked up as we entered. "Go ahead and give her the drug."
She nodded and we left her to her work.
The next two days were nearly torture as Meagan's vital signs continued to drop. It was on the third morning when Master Jessie came to Anakin and I.
"It's either now or never." I could feel her concern and nodded my head.
"You two can wait here. I'll let you know how it all goes."
With that, she turned and left, leaving Anakin and I alone to wait.
*******
"Are we sure we are doing the right thing?" Anakin voiced into the quiet while we waited.
I turned and glanced at him, seeing the pain in his eyes, pain that I knew was in my own. "I don't know, but at this point, we don't have a choice." It didn't seem right, something was out of place, something not real, but yet my heart was screaming that my wife and baby were dying.
He sighed, then sat down, in tears. "How long is this going to take?"
"I'm not sure Anakin." I sat down next to him, slipping an arm around him, trying to give him some comfort and him giving me some as well.
It was a while later that Master Jessie came to us. She looked tired and drained with a seriousness on her features that I couldn't deny. Both Anakin and I stood to face her.
"Well?" Anakin demanded immediately.
"So far so good. The drug did some good and though Sasha's not breathing on her own completely yet, she seems to have adjusted. We have her closely monitored." She paused for a long second as I sighed with relief.
"What about Meagan?" I asked quietly.
"She made it through the procedure, but her vital signs and Force signature have not changed. Hopefully in a few hours, we'll see a difference. There is still no guarantee that she will come out of this."
"I know." I paused for a second before asking. "Can I see my daughter?"
Master Jessie nodded and lead us down another hallway into a small room. "I want to keep her isolated for right now, but you can reach her through the cubby holes."
We nodded, understanding the precautions we were going to have to take. When we entered, I gazed down at the little one as she slept, her little mouth slightly puckered. I reached through the hole, running a hand through her curly red hair, praying that she would pull through.
She stirred briefly at my touch, and I lost myself in her eyes, identical to my own. They seemed to question me of where her mother was and I could feel her trying to reach Meagan. I stroked her head, sending her warm waves through the Force. "It's all right Sasha, Daddy's here. I'm not going to leave you."
She sighed and closed her eyes again. I stood there, continuing to touch her, gazing at her small form, almost not believing that she was lying there, fighting for her life. She was so beautiful and so like her mother. The Force was extremely strong in her and I hoped it would keep her alive.
The days easily flowed into on another, almost like I was watching them in a sped up version and as an outside observer. But yet it seemed real as Sasha continued to do well. She wasn't breathing on her own, but everything else was alright. However, Meagan's condition didn't worsen any more, but she didn't get any better either. I knew what the Healer's just did wasn't going to fix everything, but I wished it did.
Anakin and I split our time between Meagan and Sasha, one of us with each of them, periodically trading places. It was one afternoon while I was with Sasha when Anakin rushed into the room. I knew instinctively that it was not good.
Without saying a word, I followed him back into Meagan's room. Her vital signs were continuing to drop. Master Jessie stood by her side. She looked up to me sadly. "There's nothing I can do. She's beyond our reach."
I nodded as I took Meagan's hand into my own, pleading with her to stay alive. The Healer's had left the room, giving us some privacy. Anakin stood besides me, crying quietly. I felt like a part of me was dying and there was nothing I could do, but helplessly watch.
"Meagan I love you." I kissed her cold cheek, barely noticing the tears dropping onto her peaceful face.
"Please don't leave us Meagan." Anakin pleaded. "We need you and so does Sasha."
We sat there, watching her slip away from us. I reached over cradling her head in my hands, placing my cheek on her own. I felt her Force light dimmer out and knew I would never see her alive again. I felt the tears run down my face, hearing Anakin's cry of protest. The machines bleeped for a few moments before turning off automatically. Except for our tears, the room was deadly silent, then I felt my daughter screaming in the Force.
Without saying a word, I got up and raced toward the ICU unit where my daughter was, knowing she knew her mother just died. A couple Healer's stood over Sasha, trying to figure out what was wrong. I nearly pushed my way through, sending her waves of love and support. Her cries somewhat quieted as I reached down, stroking her little head. "It's alright, I'm here. Daddy is not going anywhere." I wasn't about to loose my daughter now.
Master Jessie had come in, knowing what was going on and started taking the top off the cubicle. We all turned to her in shock.
"She'll be alright. I think this might help her." She leaned down, and without talking off anything from Sasha, she cradled her in her arms. "Sit down." She told me, indicated the chair right besides us.
Doing as I was told, I sat down and the Healer gently placed my daughter in my arms. I cradled Sasha close, trying to ward off the pain in knowing she would never know her mother. I rocked her back and forth as she eventually stop crying and fell back asleep. I sat there for a long time, not sure what to do or where to go, just holding my tiny daughter in my arms, still thinking, despite the pain, that this wasn't really happening, that my wife was still alive somewhere, that there was something still we could do. Though as I gazed down at the innocent picture my daughter made in my arms, I wondered what that something was.
*******
"Master." I heard my name sometime time later and looked up into Anakin's blood shot eyes, knowing he'd been crying. "Master Yoda wants to speak to you."
I sighed, not wanting to leave my daughter.
"I'll hold her for a while, she knows me." Anakin came and stood by my side. "I'm sorry."
"This isn't your fault Padawan." I told him as I placed Sasha gently in his arms. She barely stirred.
"I know, but I can't imagine what you are going through, and I'm here for you."
I placed a hand on his cheek. "Thank you."
He nodded as he sat down, rocking in the chair. "Master Yoda's waiting down the hall."
Taking a deep breath, I left the room and found Master Yoda sitting on his repulse chair outside Meagan's room. I could tell by the look on his face that he had just come from paying his respects to my late wife.
"Sad day this is. Lost a bright light we did." Yoda drove his chair up to me, where we were nearly nose to nose. "Much pain in here there is."
I raised an eyebrow, not wanting to discuss this, but Master Yoda seemed to think otherwise.
"Rest you need. Grieving you are." Yoda pointed to the couch with his stick indicating I should sit down. "Help you I will."
I started to form a protest when he continued. "Taking care of things others are. Rest now you will."
With a sigh, I sat down, not wanting to, not wanting to close my eyes, and wake up again, thinking that Meagan's death was some sort of dream or vision. However, deep down inside I knew Yoda was right, I needed to rest.
"Good. Feel the Force." I could hear his voice, soothing and the flow of the Force from him. I relaxed my mind, allowing him to work through me. It was only a matter of minutes that I feel into a sleep, where a green eyed beauty haunted me.
*******
When I woke up, Master Yoda was gone. Sighing, trying to push away the intense pain, I rubbed my eyes. I felt like I'd been put through a ringer, drained and tired. More tired than I'd been in a long time, more so than any mission, even after I'd lost Qui-Gon to the Sith..
I glanced around the room, Megan's room, slowly beginning to realize the pictures of her in death was a vision, a very real vision, one I did not care to revisit. I rose to my feet, going to my wife, placing a hand on her cheek, somewhat cold, but warm with life. I stroked her cheek, still reeling from the vision, as if it was warning me of her death, but yet the birth of our daughter.
I shook my head, not wanting to think that I would loose my wife, only to raise our daughter nearly alone. Meagan had to live. She had to. And if this vision was going to come true, the land of the shadows was going to have to fight me to take her from me.
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