Obi-Wan: Claustrophobia

Qui-Gon sighed, continuing his silent vigil over his padawan, as he had the past several hours. Obi-Wan had suffered several serious burns on their last mission, and was now floating in a bacta tank. He was recovering quickly, and was almost ready to be removed from the tank, but the healers had not yet given their final clearance.

A mental scream jolted Qui-Gon out of his musings. Obi-Wan was frantic, thrashing about in the bacta tank, trying to get his attention through the bond.

/Master, please help! Help me, Master! Get me out, I can't breathe!/

Qui-Gon raced towards the controls, quickly lifting his distressed apprentice out. Obi-Wan was still fighting against the restraints around his waist and scratched the oxygen mask over his mouth and nose.

Qui-Gon freed his padawan and held him close while the sticky healing fluid pooled around them. Obi-Wan continued to paw at the mask, prompting Qui-Gon to remove it. "Shh." he whispered. "It's alright Obi-Wan, I'm here. Breathe, my padawan. It's okay."

Obi-Wan clung to his Master and took a long shuddering breath. "Good, keep breathing." Qui-Gon continued soothing him while checking their bond. /You okay, Obi-Wan?/

/Yes, Master. Thank you. I hate bacta tanks./

Qui-Gon chuckled and held him closer. /I know, little one. I know./

Anakin: Technical Difficulties

"Almost...got it..." Anakin strained and finally connected the last two wires. He grinned, seeing the droid's eyes light up. "Perfect."

Then the droid blew up.

Instantly the room filled with thick, black, smoke and Anakin was thrown back into the wall. Obi-Wan burst through the door to his apprentice's room, only to find his apprentice curled in corner, coughing and choking on the toxic fumes. Without second thought, Obi-Wan snatched Anakin up and ran out into the main apartment, laying the boy down on the couch, ignoring the mess he was going to have to clean up later.

Anakin coughed harshly, reaching for their bond. /Can't breathe! Help!/

Obi-Wan placed his hand on Anakin's brow, sending him calming waves of energy to slow his racing heart. "Easy, Anakin. Breathe with me, breathe together."

With practiced ease, Anakin and Obi-Wan linked themselves through their bond, and focused on each other. Anakin took a long breath, then another, and a third as Obi-Wan helped him.

"Thanks...Master. I think...my room's on fire."

Obi-Wan's eyes widened and he bolted from the couch; Anakin laughed, only to clutch his stomach in pain, and deciding to focus on breathing instead.

Maybe I should read the manual next time.

Ahsoka: The Devil Inside

Anakin was jolted out of his meditation by a sharp tug on his arm. He opened his eyes, turning to find Ahsoka at his side, her eyes wide and scared. She was hyperventilating, signing furiously, trying to get him to understand.

Anakin wrapped his arms around her and sat her down gently, seeking her out through the bond.

/I'm here Ahsoka, it's me. Just relax. I've got you./ Her breathing started settling, and she scooted closer to him, still trembling.

"Good girl. Now, what happened? Talk through the bond, just breathe for right now."

/Was meditating. Had vision. Really bad vision. You were dead. Obi-Wan and Rex and Padme too. Couldn't wake up. Got really scared. Sorry, Master./

Anakin hugged her tight and rubbed circles over her back. "Don't be sorry, Snips. It's okay, it wasn't real. I've got you, I'm always gonna be here for you, okay? Relax. It's going to be okay."

Except it wasn't. He knew that. It wasn't okay, and he doubted it ever would be. But as long as Ahsoka was safe, and here with him, in his arms. It was pretty damn close.