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The trickling of the fountains and gentle birdsong were soothing music to his ears. The dismal brown smog outside the environmental bubble put a damper on the calming atmosphere, but only slightly. It certainly didn't decrease his contemplative mood.

Obi-Wan exhaled slowly, leaning back against a support pillar in the entrance of the hotel. He clasped his arms in a small comforting gesture. For the first time in months he had woken up before anyone else, slipping quietly out of bed without waking Anakin, glancing at Siri—who finally could sleep through one morning without nausea—and Padmé, and exiting the room.

Staring out at the smog, he remembered the last time he was on this wretched moon. He almost laughed thinking about Al's explanation of Kelathik serum, midichlorians, and the Force.

"They're Jedi makers is what they are," he had whispered all those months ago when asked about midichlorians. "Scientists used to think they were how the Jedi used the Force. See, the Force was this big energy field thing, and the midichlorians were the way the Jedi could hear and use the big energy field thing."

Obi-Wan felt a chuckle rumble in his chest. They had all been so naïve back then. So much more innocent. Their sense of scale was not nearly the same. He hadn't even known what the Force was.

Closing his eyes, he slipped into the Force, sensing its pull and push from different life forms in the area. He'd always instinctively used the Force to some extent, but now having training to feel the energy of life itself made him all the more appreciative of the world around him. It gave him a sense of peace and purpose.

A ripple disturbed his thoughts. Alertness came to being in his mind, a cool trickle that once was a solid fortress of ice: Anakin was awake.

Heading inside, Obi-Wan was going to check on him in the room when he paused. What would Anakin do when he thought no one was around? Obi-Wan didn't doubt his sincerity and feelings for them, but he was still curious about what was motivating him. After all, Anakin had been convinced that his plan would help them. Padmé had pulled him out of the war, but how did he feel about it? As Obi-Wan had said yesterday to Siri, Anakin had chosen to be here, had chosen to abandon his plan while it was effectively executed, but… Padmé had said it was an ultimatum, her or the Empire, and Anakin had chosen her. It was a relief. But Obi-Wan wasn't entirely sure how happy Anakin was with this predicament, and he needed to know before he left the two alone.

Anakin's presence in the Force became more pronounced before seeming to harden. Obi-Wan furrowed his brow slightly, taking a small step forward when he heard soft footsteps behind him. Turning, he saw Anakin slip out of the stairway near the entrance of the lounge and head outside. His arms hung limply at his sides, and his head was tilted forward slightly as if he were staring at his feet.

His morning walk.

Sighing, Obi-Wan settled on a couch and decided to wait. He hadn't seen Anakin walk since Naboo, and he'd long since come to terms with its significance. He knew it was a coping mechanism, but he hoped it wasn't still a means to perpetuate Anakin's intricate lie about himself.

Anakin didn't have too far to roam, the outdoors being limited to the floating platform, so Obi-Wan could keep an eye on him from inside. Anakin's movements were smooth, gliding from one end of the platform to the other, slipping into the lounge and vanishing down corridors before reappearing and going back outside. He didn't have any set path, meandering mindlessly. Other patrons—the few who were out at this hour of the morning—gave him a wide berth, some turning to give him a funny look. He was oblivious to the world around him.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes again, once more taking a deep breath and immersing himself into the Force. He tentatively poked his bond with Anakin and was met with duracrete. The young man probably didn't even flinch. Opening his eyes, he resumed his vigil.

The Force rippled again, and Obi-Wan sensed the familiar, warm, comforting presence of his wife and sister approaching. Standing, he turned and caught sight of them. They both looked well rested, thankfully. Padmé's face brightened as she locked eyes with her brother, and Obi-Wan saw Siri's gaze move beyond him, probably to Anakin outside.

Obi-Wan smiled as the two women reached him. "Good morning."

The two echoed the greeting, and then Siri asked, "Is he walking?"

Obi-Wan nodded. Siri sighed while Padmé smiled fondly.

"Did you sleep well?" his sister asked.

Obi-Wan nodded. "Surprisingly, yes. You?"

"Better than I have in a long time," Padmé admitted happily.

Obi-Wan glanced at Siri, who shrugged. "I didn't wake up wanting to puke, so I'll call it a victory."

The three stood in content silence for a moment before Padmé questioned, "Have you had breakfast?"

"No," Obi-Wan answered truthfully. He hadn't been hungry when he'd initially woken up, and he'd wanted to enjoy some solitude. His stomach, however, was beginning to protest the decision.

"Let's eat," Padmé prompted, motioning with her head. "They've got a free breakfast buffet in the dining area."

"Or you can pay an exorbitant amount for a menu and tailored meals," Siri added, cocking her head to the side. "I mean who wouldn't want to pay thirty peggats for boiled pelikki eggs?"

"I don't want to get too comfortable," Obi-Wan admitted, focusing on his sister. "Siri and I should be leaving soon."

Padmé shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her eyebrows crinkling together in mild distress. "You're leaving already?"

"Not immediately, but soon," Obi-Wan answered. "You and Siri can go eat."

"You're not eating with us?"

Obi-Wan shook his head. "I need to keep an eye on Anakin."

Siri's eyebrow rose. I thought you were pretty convinced he was trustworthy again.

Obi-Wan shook his head subtly before relaxing. Just in case.

Siri hummed, only half convinced. Padmé didn't make any remark, seemingly resigned to let Obi-Wan sort out his own feelings on the matter. He was grateful for it. However, if he was skipping breakfast, it was possible he wouldn't see his sister again before leaving. He felt his stomach churn, not from anxiety, but sadness. He didn't know how long it would take to settle the issue on Ghanu'jivo. He didn't know when he would see her again.

"How will you get to Naboo?" he asked her.

Padmé's mood changed, her happiness fading into calm pensiveness. She took a deep breath, crossing her arms, her eyes growing distant. "I haven't given it much thought yet. But I know we'll figure something out."

"Yeah, I'm sure Anakin will work something out," Siri huffed. "Don't let him get out of control. He'll do anything to acquire what's needed."

"I know," Padmé replied. "Maybe we could pay for a ride there."

"That would leave a trail," Obi-Wan pointed out.

"For a criminal," Padmé shrugged. "It's not like it's anything new to them or their work, and Anakin and I aren't wanted."

"Yet," Siri muttered.

Padmé glanced between the two worriedly. "Do you think the Alliance will look for us?"

"Only if they suspect Anakin is alive," Obi-Wan answered. "We'll handle that."

Padmé was going to speak, but Obi-Wan cut her off, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Padmé, be careful. Don't just follow him blindly. Don't let your guard down."

Padmé sighed. "Obi… it's all right. He—"

"Is dangerous," Obi-Wan interjected. "Whether he loves you or not. Never forget that."

His sister's mouth became a thin line, but she didn't argue. "I'll be safe. I promise."

Obi-Wan squeezed her shoulders, nodding and letting go. "Go eat."

Padmé stared at him a moment longer and then took a hasty step forward, slamming into his chest. Obi-Wan grunted but returned the hug and then let go. His sister watched him a moment longer and then said, "Goodbye, Obi."

Obi-Wan tipped his head and smiled. "I'll see you soon."

He wasn't sure if it was true, but he wasn't going to dampen her spirits any more than he already had. With a smile, his sister headed towards the dining area. Obi-Wan turned his attention to his wife as she sighed.

"Ready for the Jedi interrogation to come?" Siri asked, looking just as thrilled as her dull voice sounded. "It's fun, believe me."

Obi-Wan felt immensely guilty at the thought of his wife having to handle the scrutiny of both the Jedi and the Alliance prior to leaving. Siri must have endured hell when she'd woken from her injuries. As if she hadn't had enough to worry about at the time. "I'm sorry you had to go through that alone."

"Oh, no worries, I just used my injuries as an excuse," Siri said with a dismissive wave of her hand, smiling. She demonstrated in a dramatic tone, "Oh, the pain is too great, I can't think straight! All the pain meds are just making my head so foggy, I don't know what to do, I can't handle this pressure!"

Obi-Wan finally let out a hearty laugh at his wife's acting. "If you ever did act like that, I would think you'd gotten some personality altering head injury."

Siri joined in his mirth and giggled, shaking her head. "I'm going to grab some food and spend some time with Padmé. Are you sure you don't want to go eat? I can watch him for a while."

It was tempting, but Obi-Wan was certain Siri was still fairly angry with Anakin, and he didn't want either party antagonizing the other. Besides, he'd said what he needed to with Padmé – going back to her would make parting more difficult. "No, I'll be fine."

"Then I'll grab stuff for you while I'm there," Siri said firmly, brooking no argument.

Obi-Wan smirked. "Careful – they might charge you."

"I'd like to see them try," his wife rebutted, rolling her eyes and walking away.

Obi-Wan exhaled slowly, content. Eventually his wife's blonde hair disappeared around the corner, and he resumed his vigil on the sofa. Anakin hadn't gone far.

It was strangely relaxing watching Anakin wander, but eventually the boy stopped, wiggling his fingers and blinking a few times as if he were waking up. Obi-Wan supposed that meant he was finished. That meant it was time to get his answers.

Obi-Wan approached Anakin, who immediately sensed him and turned to face him fully, his face smooth and content. The Force slowly spread out of him in a way Obi-Wan hadn't sensed since Ferrasco – he was sensing his surroundings, scanning the area. Was he hiding something, or perhaps simply sleep deprived?

"Did you sleep well?" Obi-Wan asked.

Anakin tipped his head forward in a nod. Obi-Wan debated for a moment if something was truly wrong, or if Anakin was still nervous around him, but then he realized his demeanor was probably due to the setting. He wouldn't be anything but a vigilant weapon in public. It made Obi-Wan tense a little, and he cut to the point.

"Why did you do it?" he asked quietly, his gaze hardening as he examined the young man. "Why are you here?"

Anakin stared at him for a moment, digesting the questions. For the briefest moment one of his eyebrows twitched and the Force flared in confusion, and then he was neutral once more. "It's… it's what I wanted. What everyone wanted."

Obi-Wan crossed his arms, raising his eyebrow. "I thought you wanted the throne."

Anakin scrunched his nose, abandoning any pretense of emotionlessness. He was clearly confused now.

Obi-Wan supposed he took some comfort from that. "I know you wanted revenge against Tarkin, and you wanted to… to tear us down like the Alliance did to you. But…"

"The throne was a means of control," Anakin explained. "I… I wanted to have some kind of connection to… to him. And… I wanted to be in control."

Obi-Wan huffed softly. That made so much sense it hurt. He felt a small twinge of pity for Anakin in how the boy still desperately sought a way to stay connected to his monstrous father, despite everything. He recalled Anakin's vitriol against the Jedi and the Alliance for the singular fact that they had killed Palpatine. How was it possible that someone could be so attached to such an abusive parent? He shook his head subtly. Abusive relationships were horrific on so many levels. He hoped this exile on Naboo would help him move on as they'd been trying to do since Ferrasco.

Pushing ahead, he asked, "So what changed?"

Anakin sighed, his gaze growing distant, biting his lip. Briefly he returned to focus and looked around, feeling out in the Force again. Obi-Wan shook his head to get his attention. It's fine. We're safe here.

Anakin gave him a skeptical look, not believing the sentiment, but resumed his previous search for the right words. "I… got what I wanted."

"Oh?"

Anakin stared at him briefly, and Obi-Wan prompted, "What do you mean?"

"I wanted you," Anakin said simply, looking him in the eye. Obi-Wan marveled at the statement, at how easily Anakin said it. "I wanted Padmé. I wanted Siri. I… I wanted a family. But more than that… I wanted a choice. And I got it."

When had he become so self aware? When had he progressed from not even recognizing what a desire was to being able to articulate so much? Had it always been there and he just hadn't wanted to acknowledge it? Possibly. But hearing the words stung, and Obi-Wan felt his gut clench at the thought of it.

All Anakin had wanted was a choice. Obi-Wan had known this. He'd used it to help Anakin on Ferrasco.

"You are not a weapon, nor are you anyone's tool to use. You are not just a means to an end. You're a person, you're Anakin Skywalker, or… even perhaps Darth Vader, if you choose to be. But you must be the one to choose. Not Palpatine, not Padmé… not us."

He'd known. He'd let his attachment to Padmé blind him, allowed him to drag Anakin into something he didn't want to do, taken away his choice in the matter. Obi-Wan felt the guilt crushing him again. He understood why the Jedi had that rule of non-attachment now.

"Oh, Anakin…" he said, wanting to apologize, to say so much.

"I understand you're angry," Anakin continued, focusing on his words, temporarily unaware of Obi-Wan's own sentiment. "I… the people…"

Here Anakin shook his head, the Force trembling for the first time today. Obi-Wan's guilt subsided briefly as he grew curious and hopeful, wondering if perhaps Anakin did understand the consequences of his actions.

Anakin continued to shake his head until his eyes hardened and the Force sucked back into him. "I don't think about it. I won't. But I understand it makes you angry."

Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes, examining the man. He was stifling his feelings again. That meant he did feel something about it. "Why won't you think about it? You have to learn from this, Anakin, your actions were a mistake—"

"Yes," Anakin interjected, glaring at him fiercely. Apparently his mood swings were back. Obi-Wan supposed those wouldn't be going away anytime soon, at least not until he'd learned how to control himself. "They were. But collateral damage is collateral damage. You can't let that affect you."

Obi-Wan sighed. He had to drive the point home, but he was debating if it would sink in without pounding it into the boy's head over the course of months. "Sometimes you can't help people's deaths, but you can't carelessly cause them either, Anakin."

The fight went out of Anakin. He sighed, looking down, defeated. "As you wish."

Obi-Wan felt his arms stiffen. Anakin wasn't listening. Blasted boy.

Eventually Anakin's gaze returned to Obi-Wan, and the Jedi felt his heart melt at the soft look. "Will I ever see you again?"

Obi-Wan jumped, letting his arms fall to his sides. What sort of question was that? "Wh—of course you will. You'll be with Padmé."

Anakin's face, so open and vulnerable, carefully constructed back to its neutral façade. The Force shivered, growing cold. Obi-Wan bit back a sigh. Apparently the boy had misconstrued his meaning. Obi-Wan initially couldn't find the right words to make it sink in, so he reached out and pulled Anakin into a hug, understanding that Anakin needed this, holding him tightly. Then he said, "And not just because of Padmé. I still care about you, Anakin. I still love you."

Anakin had tensed tremendously from the gesture, initially confusing Obi-Wan—he'd initiated a hug himself yesterday, after all—when he realized it was entirely due to the location. However, there were so few people around no one noticed or cared. It was too early in the morning. Eventually, the longer Obi-Wan held Anakin, the more the young man relaxed, particularly after Obi-Wan moved one hand to the boy's head and smoothed some hair with a gentle stroke. The Force warmed and settled, and Anakin didn't notice the surroundings anymore.

Squeezing him tighter, Obi-Wan said, "But please – learn from this."

Anakin refused to return the gesture, but he had relaxed considerably into it. He settled his forehead on Obi-Wan's shoulder, breathing slowly. The Force rippled, and something else lit up in Obi-Wan's mind. Siri was returning. A moment later, Anakin sensed it too, and he slowly pushed away.

His expression was grim as he stepped back, suddenly contemplating something. "You're going to get in trouble with the Jedi. With the Alliance."

Siri finally reached them as he finished talking, holding a bag that smelled like delicious, freshly cooked breakfast. Obi-Wan ignored it for a moment and addressed the issue. "They won't know any different. You can make it up to me by becoming a better person."

Siri's face hardened, watching Anakin with annoyance. "You'd better be able to write a kriffing thesis as to why and how you screwed up by the time we see you again."

Anakin blinked, all gloominess gone. "You… you want me to write a thesis?"

Obi-Wan snorted in amusement while Siri rolled her eyes, any remaining animosity draining out of her. "Just… go to Padmé. And get your stupid head on straight. And never, ever do this again."

Anakin watched her for a moment longer before nodding to her and Obi-Wan and walking by them. He paused a few paces beyond them, turning to look at Siri briefly. He looked like he wanted to say something or do something, but then he turned to leave. This might be the last time they saw him in a long time. Obi-Wan had at least said his peace. He supposed Anakin was wondering if he would get a goodbye from Siri. But… the wounds were still too fresh in her. Obi-Wan knew his wife well enough to know she wouldn't be at the point he was. They weren't going to part on good terms.

Siri seemed to pick up on the meaning behind the movement, and she shook her head, groaning. The Force fluttered with frustration and compassion.

Obi-Wan heard her voice echoing in his mind. Kriffing moron. Idiotic shaak. Blasted fool, lost, stupid, stupid…

"Anakin," Siri called out, surprising Obi-Wan and Anakin alike. She shoved the bag of food to her husband.

The young man stopped halfway into the lobby and turned to look at her. Hesitantly he started to make his way back to the couple, and Siri met him halfway. Initially she grabbed him by his shirt like she had yesterday. Obi-Wan took a step forward; he understood she was likely still mad, but they didn't need to make a scene and he most certainly didn't want Anakin to be roughhoused anymore. However, Siri let go as quickly as she grabbed him, and she smoothed the wrinkles on his shirt with her hands, blowing out an angry sigh, before reaching up and cupping his cheeks. Obi-Wan paused, and Anakin watched her bemusedly before relaxing at the touch.

Siri gave him a long, hard stare, and he seemed to read something into it. Probably the same thing Obi-Wan read in it. I love you, even if I think you're an idiot, even if I'm pissed at you. What you did wasn't okay. But I love you.

Anakin swallowed, obviously growing overwhelmed, and Siri calmed him with a kiss to the forehead, letting go. He nodded and walked away, disappearing into one of the many turbolifts.

Siri sighed, not taking her eyes off the lift. "Let's go."

Padmé picked at the remainder of her food, feeling a little hollow. She already missed Obi-Wan and Siri. But there wasn't much else she could do to help them. She just wished she knew when she would see them again.

Sighing, she glanced up in time to see Anakin approaching her. He was calm, and the morning light shone through his white tunic, highlighting just how large the shirt was on him. It looked roughly Obi-Wan's size, but she realized it wasn't one of her brother's – he'd likely taken this outfit from a soldier to blend in during the infiltration. Padmé twirled her utensil in her hand. They'd both need new clothes – she wasn't going to wear this for another twenty-four hours after she'd already been in it for two days. She felt filthy just thinking about it.

Still, the light highlighted something else. It wasn't that the tunic he wore was exceptionally large – it was that he was exceptionally skinny. He and Obi-Wan were roughly the same size, though Anakin did stand taller than her brother.

"Have you eaten?" Padmé asked, though she was fairly certain she already knew the answer. Anakin always walked first.

As suspected, Anakin shook his head. She pushed a chair with her foot and motioned to a plateful of food. "I figured. I saved some for you."

Tipping his head with soft eyes, Anakin sat gratefully and immediately picked up the utensil to dig in. With the speed at which he was eating, Padmé wondered if he'd even eaten at all since they'd gone to Ghanu'jivo.

Probably not.

Her stomach clenched at the thought of it, and she felt her fist curl around her napkin, but she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Anakin would be fine. She'd make sure he ate. It didn't seem like anything was holding him back now anyway.

After devouring half his breakfast in less than a minute, Anakin finally paused long enough to take a breath and ask, "What's our next move?"

Padmé took a sip of water, mulling over the matter, and then said, "Well, we have to figure out how we're going to get out of here."

"Where are we going?"

"Varykino," Padmé answered.

Anakin's utensil plopped onto the plate as he gave her his full attention, his brow furrowing. "Naboo? Why?"

"Varykino is isolated. No one will know we're there. Obi-Wan and Siri were going to take you there before they ran into the family again."

Anakin breathed slowly, his eyes lowering to the table as he considered it. Padmé could see him going through different arguments and knocking them down in his head, his eyes flickering back and forth between different spots in front of him. Eventually he sighed and leaned back in his seat, looking at her once more. "I suppose that's sound."

"Except for getting there," Padmé reiterated. "We still need to work that out."

Anakin shrugged, nonchalantly returning his attention to his breakfast. "Acquiring a ship is simple."

Padmé sighed. She figured this would be brought up. "Anakin, we don't need to steal a ship. That could attract attention."

Anakin was undaunted, saying with a muffled voice (due to a mouth full of food), "We did so earlier without an issue."

"We didn't have a choice. We have options here."

Anakin glanced up at her from under his brow, wrinkling his forehead and making him look older. His expression was almost amused, that strange distant amusement one would get when dealing with someone who just said something incredibly naïve. Padmé felt slightly annoyed by the look.

"This moon is lawless. No one will care if we steal a ship. The risk was higher on Imperial Center than here." He explained before finishing his breakfast entirely.

Curiosity got the better of her, and Padmé put the matter of the ship aside for a moment. "How do you know about Nar Shaddaa, anyway? You said you've been here before. What brought you here?"

Anakin glanced around the table, momentarily distracted. Padmé looked around to see what he was searching for when she realized he was probably still hungry. She was about to get him a second serving when he answered, apparently giving up on the search temporarily. "I was here for a mission."

That made sense. She was hoping for a bit more detail, though. "What mission?"

"I was looking for someone."

Padmé felt a shiver go down her spine. She couldn't imagine being actively hunted by him while he was completely unflappable. She remembered the dinner she, Siri, and Obi-Wan had shared with him months ago. The interrogation. The intensity. The fear. She was so thankful for how far he'd come since they'd first met. For so many reasons. "Were… were you going to kill them?"

Anakin shook his head, oblivious to her concern. "It was a retrieval."

Padmé blinked and almost laughed. "Search and rescue? You?"

"Not rescue. Retrieval." He emphasized, leaning back in his chair, his eyes glossing over the room as more people entered to eat.

Padmé recognized that look. He was on guard, mentally patrolling the area. She didn't bother telling him to relax, knowing that was a moot point. They'd be safer and he'd be calmer in their room. Telling him to wait, she stood and grabbed another two helpings from the buffet before motioning for him to follow. The two made their way up to the bedroom in silence. When they entered the room, Padmé settled on the bed and Anakin stared at her from the entranceway, the door hissing shut behind him. He finally settled when she offered the plate of food to him, and he slowly sank into the mattress beside her, his shoulder lightly touching hers. Padmé smiled softly and brushed her fingers against his arm.

Eventually her thoughts returned to their current predicament. "So you think stealing a ship is our best option?"

Anakin nodded, munching on a muffin. Padmé sighed, her eyes growing distant. "I hope Obi and Siri will be okay."

Anakin paused, his food momentarily forgotten. He glanced at Padmé, his eyes dark but not angry. It looked like concern. He was just as worried as she was. Still, he didn't voice it, instead saying, "They're capable of handling themselves, even with the Jedi."

Padmé marveled at him. He was being reassuring. She felt herself relax at the statement, though, and was infinitely grateful for it.

"You're right," she acknowledged, and then laughed. "Siri will be fiery enough to keep them off her and Obi-Wan."

Anakin huffed in amused agreement, shoving another fist sized amount of food into his mouth. Padmé stood and walked to the window, pausing when she realized it didn't show the outdoors but instead a holographic image of beautiful nature. She decided she'd rather keep it that way than look out into the smog and neon lights. Anakin munched away peacefully behind her. Hugging herself, she blew out a breath. Everyone would be fine.

The more she thought about her next step, the more she smiled. She couldn't wait to see Varykino again.

The flight to Ghanu'jivo was silent. Al didn't have anything to say about the matter, and Obi-Wan and Siri didn't have the energy to start a conversation. They were too busy steeling themselves for what was to come.

Their arrival felt strange. Obi-Wan looked out into the area while walking down the landing ramp and saw smoke and rubble. He felt like he was back in the service corps arriving at a war-torn planet. It felt so foreign and nostalgic all at the same time. He couldn't believe how much had been destroyed. He couldn't believe Siri had been in this while it was happening, he couldn't believe his family had been here while this was happening.

At least this wasn't Anakin's fault, though.

Sighing, Obi-Wan brushed that thought out of his head. He was surrounded by trained Jedi. He couldn't think about Anakin here.

Speaking of whom, Obi-Wan felt the familiar but weary presence of Qui-Gon approaching him. Relief filled the Jedi Padawan – at least their kind instructor was alright, it seemed. The Jedi Master looked haggard, but alive. At this point Obi-Wan would take what he could get.

"I'm glad to see you're alright, Padawans," Qui-Gon said, his voice calm but a little strained. He was still recovering from yesterday.

"It's a relief to see you," Obi-Wan admitted with a small smile.

Qui-Gon nodded. "I wouldn't be here without your help, Obi-Wan. None of the Jedi would."

Obi-Wan shifted, beginning to grow uncomfortable. He knew where this was going.

"How did you know about the explosives?" Qui-Gon asked.

Obi-Wan bit his tongue. He and Siri had discussed the matter as they'd left the hotel, and they'd agreed on a story. It was pointless to deny Anakin's involvement. Everyone would know. The plan was his, the data spikes were his, and the dioxis was provided by the Imperial traitor, Aya Rubar, who had come up with the plan alongside Anakin. They had briefly considered pegging it all on Rubar, but knew it was too unbelievable; Anakin was too meticulous to be fooled by her, and that still wouldn't explain the malfunctioning data spikes. One could say that the Empire upgraded their security since Anakin's capture – that would at least be believable. But it was still sloppy, and trying to say Anakin didn't know his plan would be a disaster was just… far-fetched. Everyone knew how efficient Darth Vader was.

Not to mention Anakin was still missing by their account. Neither Al nor Siri had said anything about the matter.

"Anakin… was there," Obi-Wan finally said slowly, minding his tone, trying to slip into the act. He allowed his disappointment, his frustration, and his worry tinge his words and color the Force. He prayed it was enough.

Qui-Gon took a slow breath, seeming to know this was the answer. Obi-Wan was fairly certain everyone knew this was the answer. He just hoped that was all they would infer.

"I managed to get to him and find out what was happening," Obi-Wan continued. "But… he… he refused to come back. He knew we were going to stop him, and he didn't want to remain a prisoner."

Obi-Wan cleared his throat, looking at his feet, partly to keep acting and partly to avoid eye contact. "He committed suicide before I could stop him."

There was silence. Obi-Wan stiffened, imagining how he would react if this were actually the truth. He tried to make it true in his mind, tried to feel the confused mix of anger and grief that would wash over him at the thought of it. The image of Anakin in the rain on Ferrasco, so lost, holding a lightsaber, at his wit's end, came to mind. Obi-Wan felt a cold shiver travel down his spine. Siri shifted beside him, and he sensed immense guilt swirl around her.

He heard Qui-Gon sigh again. Eventually he looked up and saw the Jedi Master rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. "I trust you'll be able to give a full briefing on the matter, including where you disappeared to after the mission."

Obi-Wan swallowed and then looked to his wife. Siri had firm resolve blazing in her eyes, and she nodded. "Yes, we will."

Qui-Gon slowly lowered his hand and nodded. Then he placed his hands on their shoulders and gave what little energy he had left into squeezing them and offering a small smile. He had no more words to give, apparently having reached even his own limit, and walked away.

The two stood still as they sensed Al descend the landing ramp behind them, having watched the conversation. The smuggler blew out an uncertain breath. "Not sure you got him convinced, but he doesn't seem like he wants to argue, either."

Siri shook her head. "I wish there was a better way."

"Well, I suggested a better way," Al shrugged, his tone darkening. "I'll even put a list together of mental hospitals for you guys in case you change your minds."

Obi-Wan almost smiled. Almost. "Feel free to do so, Al. I doubt it'll change anything, but it'll be nice to have backup."

Al huffed and walked away to find Obi-Wan's family. Obi-Wan felt Siri grab his hand, steeling herself. "Ready to face the councils?"

No. "Yes."

The couple walked together in sync, slowly entering what was left of the main compound. They went mostly unnoticed amidst the busyness around them – everyone was trying to gather supplies and get ready to evacuate. As Siri had observed yesterday, Ghanu'jivo was now compromised and they needed to leave immediately. However, their arrival had been noticed by not only Qui-Gon, but Shaak Ti and this mysterious Master Yoda, who had contacted Bail Organa. Now they, alongside a few other members of the Alliance Council stood waiting in the main briefing area, which was now partly collapsed and almost completely stripped of all equipment.

Bail offered the only smile from the Alliance council. "It's good to see you."

Obi-Wan tipped his head tiredly, thankful for Bail's friendliness, but still wary of what was about to happen.

"Master Qui-Gon was updating us on the situation," Bail said, getting to business. Obi-Wan was somewhat relieved by this – at least he wouldn't have to repeat himself.

Before anyone could speak further, a low, sad hum came from the small green person who barely reached Qui-Gon's knees. Based on his appearance and dress, this was Master Yoda, who Siri had only described as comforting but odd. The Force emanated pure warmth and calm from him, like the warmth one experienced by a fire – peaceful, relaxing, but powerful.

"Hm," the small Jedi Master hummed, closing his eyes. "In pain, young Vader was."

Obi-Wan felt his heart skip a beat. This Yoda person hadn't even met Anakin – how did he know anything about him? Did… did he sense him?

"Regardless of how he was feeling, he caused a great amount of damage," Master Ti noted as Master Yoda opened his eyes and looked directly at Obi-Wan. The Jedi Padawan shrank uncomfortably under the knowing gaze, feeling like the little green man's eyes were looking into his soul.

"Doesn't make a damn bit of difference what he did at this point," Siri said, her voice low as she rubbed a hand over her face. Obi-Wan hid an impressed smile, but he shouldn't have been surprised by her acting ability – she was a trained handmaiden after all. "He's gone."

"What happened to you and Senator Amidala?" Bail asked, addressing Obi-Wan.

"We…" Obi-Wan trailed off, pretending to get overcome with emotion. He sighed and cleared his throat. "We burned the body. Didn't want him to become a martyr for the Empire… and we figured he could at least have the dignity of a proper funeral. Al said he would get the Jedi out and return for us. Siri came along when he did."

"So where is Padmé now?"

"She…" Siri said, glancing at Qui-Gon nervously, shifting her stance a little. Then she looked at Obi-Wan, who caught what she was going for – Bail and the other Jedi Masters didn't know of Padmé's feelings for Anakin. Although rumors may have started, the only people who knew about the relationship between Padmé and Anakin were Obi-Wan, Siri, Al, and Qui-Gon. If Anakin had actually committed suicide, Padmé would be heartbroken. But this part of the story was a bit of a stretch – despite her feelings for Anakin, Padmé would still want to help the Alliance. "She needed time."

Bail raised an eyebrow. "Time?"

Qui-Gon noticed Obi-Wan and Siri struggling to phrase the explanation correctly, and he helpfully said, "Senator Amidala has been through many ordeals as of late. This might have been one too many."

Obi-Wan felt slightly guilty that Qui-Gon had actually fallen for the act so well that he was willing to defend them. "She said she couldn't assist with the Alliance anymore. The galaxy thinks she's dead, and her job as a spy is a moot point now. She… she's tired. Of everything. We parted ways on Nar Shaddaa."

Bail looked grieved by the statement, sighing. "I understand."

"So what's the plan now?" Siri asked, trying to finally take the scrutiny off them.

"We're trying to find suitable locations for a new base of operations," Bail supplied. "The Jedi…"

Here he trailed off, looking at the masters in the room. Master Yoda spoke first. "Our home, the Jedi Temple is. Defiled it was by Palpatine. Cleanse it and reclaim our knowledge, we will."

Obi-Wan felt his eyebrows rise. "You're going to Imperial Center? It's a disaster right now."

"Bring harmony to the chaos we will," Yoda said calmly. "The path of the Jedi that is."

"Thank you for your information," Bail piped in, tipping his head, his tone still saddened from the news. "This mission was not what we expected… but in the end, we still obtained a victory. We should all be grateful for that. Darth Vader is no longer a threat, the Empire is fractured, and we have new reinforcements. We must rebuild and ready ourselves."

With that, the former senator bowed and guided the other Alliance councilmen out of the room, leaving only the Jedi. Obi-Wan glanced between the three Jedi Masters, trying to figure out what to say next, but Yoda spoke first.

"Rest, you two should. Been through too much, you already have." He said kindly. Obi-Wan felt his body tremble a little at the words, and he closed his eyes. He heard the scraping of the small man's cane as he and Master Ti exited the room, leaving only Qui-Gon.

"I'm going to Naboo," Siri said. Obi-Wan kept his eyes closed, listening to the conversation. "After all this… I think it's time I take a break. At least until the baby is born."

He sensed warmth emanate from Qui-Gon. "I believe your baby would agree with you. I know Obi-Wan does."

Obi-Wan finally opened his eyes, noticing a gentle smile on the Jedi Master's face, and chuckled. "Yes, I do."

"Will you accompany her?" Qui-Gon asked.

Obi-Wan took a deep breath. He hadn't been sure how to proceed, but now… now he knew. "No. I… I want to help rebuild Imperial Center. It's my fault this happened."

"Don't blame yourself, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon immediately said gently. "What happened doesn't fall on any one person."

He supposed Qui-Gon was right, but he still knew he held an enormous part of the blame. He wasn't going to think about it now, though – he'd already been grilling himself for it ever since he'd figured out Anakin was on Imperial Center in the first place. He offered a small nod of acknowledgement to appease his master.

"Al's getting ready to leave with the family," Siri interjected softly, ending the conversation. "I have to go. I'm glad you're safe, Master Qui-Gon."

Placing a hand on Siri, Qui-Gon gave a genuine smile. "May the Force be with you, Siri. I look forward to continuing your training when you're ready."

With that, the Jedi Master left. Obi-Wan looked at Siri, his body trembling with relief. They'd… they'd actually done it. He didn't dare acknowledge it aloud, but he saw the stress dissolve from Siri's shoulders as well. She smiled and hugged him, and the two remained that way, squeezing the worry out of each other for a few moments.

"Hey, lovebirds."

Chuckling, the couple pulled away to see Al standing in the entranceway. The smuggler smiled for the first time in what felt like forever. "You ready to go?"

Siri nodded, and Obi-Wan walked beside her as she hobbled on her crutches to the landing pad once more. There he saw his parents, sister, brother-in-law, and niece. His parents noticed him first, and his mother ran to him. Picking up his pace, he met her halfway and was engulfed in an enormous hug, soaked in the sobs of his mother and then shortly after suffocating in his sister's firm grip. He didn't care. He was just as relieved to see them as they were to see him.

He felt his father join the hug, and suddenly it was downright painful to breathe. He held on for a moment longer before loosening his grip, and everyone pulled away. His mother cupped his face in her hands, tears glistening on her cheeks. "I'm so glad you're okay."

Obi-Wan smiled, leaning into the touch, unable to articulate anything. Behind her, he saw Siri standing at the landing ramp talking to Darred. She was likely telling him what they had agreed to reveal: unlike the Jedi and the Rebels, his family had no idea Anakin had anything to do with the mission on Imperial Center. Therefore, they wouldn't suspect him of betraying anyone if the mission went wrong. Siri was going to tell them that Anakin and Padmé had left the war together to find peace and stay away from conflicting loyalties, to learn to live and love together. She was also going to tell them that the Alliance therefore couldn't know their whereabouts or even if Anakin was alive. Obi-Wan prayed the stories wouldn't clash and lead to problems. For the moment, it was the best they could do, and it really was the truth... just with some details left out.

Eventually, Obi-Wan looked at his parents and his sister and hugged them again. "Be safe. I'll see you soon."

Al called for the family to board, and Obi-Wan gave them a reassuring smile as they headed towards the landing ramp. Once they'd boarded alongside Darred and Ryoo, Siri and Al waited for Obi-Wan to approach.

"Where will you go after Naboo?" Obi-Wan asked Al.

Al paused, considering it. "Tsograda. They've been through hell. I want to help them. Then I'll probably rejoin the Alliance. You?"

"Imperial Center." Obi-Wan answered, and Al jumped.

"What?!" the smuggler yelped. "But that's crazy!"

Obi-Wan smiled. "You should already know we're crazy, Al."

Al gawked for a moment before sighing and shaking his head. "Call me if you need extraction, okay?"

Chuckling, Obi-Wan nodded to his friend. "I will, Al. I promise."

Al stared at him for a moment, and then put a hand on his shoulder. "May the Force help you out."

Siri laughed. "The expression is may the Force be with you, Al."

Al rolled his eyes and waved a dismissive hand. "Whatever."

Obi-Wan's smile grew, and he made a similar gesture to Al, squeezing his upper arm. "May the Force be with you."

Al bobbed his head sharply in acknowledgement. Then he let go, still staring into Obi-Wan's eyes, before sighing and boarding. Obi-Wan looked at his wife, and her mirth faded.

"Are you going to be okay on Imperial Center?" she asked. "Al's right, it is pretty crazy to go there."

"I'll be accompanied by the other Jedi," Obi-Wan offered.

"I know. But still."

"Anakin isn't a threat anymore. Honestly that's the worst we would have had to worry about."

Siri snorted. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Call me when you get there."

"I'll call you when I'm certain we won't be traced and hunted," Obi-Wan rebutted with a small smile, ignoring the mild twisting in his gut. He doubted it would be a peaceful clean-up project going to Imperial Center, but again, it was the least he could do to make up for his mistakes. He was glad Siri had finally accepted that her best option was to do less strenuous work. She had finally seemed to learn some patience and peace of mind in that regard. She was likely going to train and study Jedi teachings during her time at home, as well as check on Padmé and Anakin and ensure no one knew they were at Varykino.

The couple watched each other in silence, not knowing what else to say and not wanting to end the moment yet. They weren't given a choice, however, when the Beauty's engines started to rumble to life. Siri leaned forward, pulling Obi-Wan into a hug, and the two shared a tender kiss before locking eyes.

Siri kissed him gently once more and leaned against his forehead, her eyes closed. Be safe. I love you.

"I love you too," Obi-Wan whispered, and then he pulled away. Siri boarded The Invariant Beauty, Obi-Wan took a few steps back, and the ship rose into the sky. Obi-Wan watched it go, holding a hand over his face to block the wind and debris, and eventually the ship vanished into the sunlight, leaving the Jedi alone amidst the debris.

Obi-Wan slowly lowered his hand and swallowed. His family would be safe and sound at home. Siri would be out of harm's way. Anakin and Padmé would finally be together and at peace. And now Obi-Wan would be able to atone for the mistakes he'd made… and finally see the galaxy start to be restored.

It was time to make amends.

The docks looked so innocuous. So normal. It felt like she was in a dream.

Padmé slowly approached the docks that would take them to the Lake Country. Despite her earlier protests, they had indeed ended up stealing a ship. They'd flown it into the edge of the forests, where they'd then walked to the docks, which had taken a good two hours. Flying directly into Oxon wasn't an option since security checkpoints would immediately be an issue.

So here she was, her chest hurting from the cold wintry air, her cheeks flushed, and still wearing the same clothes that she'd worn for the past two (now almost three) days. She couldn't wait to get a shower in once they reached the retreat.

But the docks looked so innocuous.

She couldn't help but stare at them. She couldn't help but immediately remember the last time they'd been here, so, so long ago.

Anakin shifted beside her, glancing between the rental station and her. He obviously wasn't being hit with the same other worldly nostalgia and was growing confused by her stillness. Padmé breathed out a small laugh and walked ahead.

After paying the small fee to rent one of the boats, Padmé approached the docks.

"Have you ever driven a speeder boat, milord?"

Padmé smiled as the memory came to her. She'd won their little fight for control here, and then he'd gotten her back by splashing her with a tidal wave. It was almost hilarious in retrospect. Anakin was cheekier than he knew.

Before Padmé could reach the boat, the ignition key slipped out of her hand. She jumped, instinctively reaching to grab it when it flew into Anakin's outstretched hand instead. He raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes sparkling, and hopped into the driver's seat. Padmé rolled her eyes with a giggle.

"Do you have a boating license?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips.

Anakin's expression grew exasperated. "Get in before I make you swim there."

Padmé outright laughed now. "You wouldn't be able to get there without me. You don't remember where it is."

"I still remember the route that I planned when I proved my superiority over your driving skills."

Padmé put her foot on the boat right beside Anakin's arm. "Listen here, you shaak, just because you beat me at that race doesn't mean your boating skills are superior to me."

Anakin raised an eyebrow.

Padmé laughed once more. "No, I'm not racing you again."

Anakin muttered something under his breath.

Padmé leaned in. "What was that?"

"I said you're a coward."

"I'm going to make you swim if you keep this up," Padmé quipped, stepping around him and slipping into the passenger seat.

"It isn't too difficult."

Padmé sighed. "My gosh, I forgot you actually did swim last time. You're insane."

"So I've been told."

Giggling, Padmé leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Well then start driving, you lunatic."

Activating the engine, Anakin settled into his seat and steered the boat out of the dock. The ride was smooth, the sound of the engine comforting as Padmé felt the wind blow against her. She felt so free.

Padmé felt her eyelids grow heavy, exhausted despite the sleep she'd gotten at the hotel. She figured it would take a week or so for her to finally catch up with all the sleep she'd lost and recuperate from the stress.

Of course, with that logic, it would take Anakin a year of sleep to recuperate.

Glancing at her chronometer, Padmé noted that it was 1900. That was a reasonable time for bed, wasn't it? She laughed out loud at the thought – she remembered as a teenager she'd loved staying up until three or four in the morning getting paperwork done and would be half dead through morning meetings. Nowadays she was grateful to be in bed as the sun was setting.

The sound of the engine faded as the boat gracefully slid into the water at the dock to the lake retreat. Padmé smiled as she looked up at the building. The games, jumping on the bed, lightsaber training, conversations by the waterfall, stargazing together…

She'd missed Varykino.

Anakin stood, rocking the boat and startling Padmé, and then lightly hopped onto the dock. She stood as well and rolled her eyes as he once again forgot to offer her a hand. Clambering onto the dock, she tied the boat to the post and followed Anakin to Varykino.

"It's so nice to be back," she said, mainly to herself, but her words echoed in the dining room as they entered from the balcony. She glanced back at the balcony, a fond smile playing on her lips.

Anakin shuffled straight through the room and into the kitchen. Padmé's smile grew, and she followed him.

"I'm not sure if they have ice cream stocked in there, but you can check," she said as she stepped into the kitchen.

Anakin was already in the freezer looking, making Padmé almost laugh. He slowly closed the freezer with a defeated sigh.

"No chocolate ice cream?" she asked, leaning against the door frame.

Anakin shook his head. "Are you hungry?"

Padmé jumped, caught off guard, and then admitted, "Well, yes, actually."

Opening the fridge, Anakin pulled out some bread rolls and handed them to her. Padmé stared at the rolls and then at Anakin. "That's it?"

Anakin shrugged. "It's food."

"Oh brother," Padmé grumbled, strolling past him. "Have you ever cooked a meal in your life?"

Anakin gave her an indignant look. "Yes."

"You could at least make me a sandwich," Padmé teased as she pulled out some meat and cheese.

"That depends on your level of hunger."

"Oh, there are levels now?"

"There have always been levels."

Padmé leaned against the counter, having made her sandwich, and smiled. "Enlighten me."

Anakin crossed his arms as if he were explaining a battle tactic. "There's the sensation of needing to eat when your stomach is silent."

"That's called the munchies."

Anakin blinked. "The… is that even a word?"

"Of course it is."

"You're making it up."

"No I'm not!"

Anakin bit the side of his lip, unconvinced. "Fine. Munchies."

"Is that what you have right now?"

"No, my stomach is growling."

As if to emphasize his point, Padmé heard the distinct rumbling coming from his abdomen. She giggled and made him a sandwich. "Is this acceptable food for your level of hunger?"

Anakin took the sandwich without argument and immediately shoved half of it into his mouth.

Padmé rolled her eyes. "You need to learn some table manners."

Anakin stopped munching, saying with a muffled voice, "What are table manners?"

Padmé nearly choked on her sandwich. She could imagine Obi-Wan having an aneurysm right now. She coughed again, swallowing hard and then laughing.

Anakin gave her a befuddled look, but was apparently too tired to bother asking what was amusing. The two finished their meager dinner in silence. Padmé felt so different being here now. The last time she'd been here had been so… she didn't know how to describe it. Stressful, enlightening, intriguing, magnetic, amazing, terrifying… everything. And everything that had happened since then… the shoto, the balcony, the reunion, the plan, the decision… it was all over now. The fundamental fight between her and Anakin was over. They weren't here trying to outwit each other, trying to hurt each other, trying to dodge the scars they'd given each other… they were here just to be here. Just to be together.

Once they were done eating, Anakin and Padmé contentedly reentering the dining room. Padmé looked at the table, memories whispering in her mind, and one in particular stuck out.

"You remember the last time we had sandwiches for dinner here, and then I brought out some wine?" she prompted.

Anakin stopped, looking at the table and then Padmé. He scrunched his nose and nodded.

Padmé narrowed her eyes. "Was that your first alcoholic drink?"

Anakin nodded again.

Padmé laughed even harder. "No wonder you coughed and didn't know what to make of it."

"It burned my throat."

"It's an acquired taste."

"How do you acquire it?"

"By drinking it."

Anakin huffed, unimpressed, and turned towards the balcony. Padmé followed his gaze, watching the orange sunset make the scenery glow. A cold breeze came in, making her shiver. She moved towards the doorway to close the doors, but she paused, and thought better of it. Smiling, she moved towards the HoloNet receiver and turned on a music station. A gentle waltz began to play.

Padmé turned and locked eyes with Anakin, who had immediately looked at her upon hearing the music. Smiling, she offered a hand, and he immediately took it. Ignoring the frigid air, the two slowly came together, her right hand in his left, her left hand atop his right arm as his other hand settled on her back. The touch was gentle but firm, warming the couple in the winter cold.

Slowly, their feet slid in in rhythm, and they glided along the balcony. Frost exited their mouths, intertwining between them, floating into the sky. His blue eyes glowed. Her face warmed. He pulled her a little closer, and the sunlight made the frosted plants sparkle.

"I… I need to tell you something," he whispered.

Padmé nodded breathlessly.

"The last time we danced… we assessed each other. I… I didn't assess you correctly."

"When I look at you, I see a woman worthy of my notice. I see an intelligent, charismatic, strong woman. I see someone who has many secrets and who wishes to keep them, but someone at the same time who wants to share herself. Someone who's lonely. Someone who has so much potential. Someone who has a great chance to live and a great chance to die. Someone who could be so much more if she just... stayed with the right people."

Padmé remembered. The words had haunted her when she'd been imprisoned on Eriadu. It felt almost foreign to think of them now, but she indulged Anakin and tilted her head to the side in an invitation to continue.

"You are… exceptional. In every regard," Anakin said haltingly, trying to find the right words. The corners of his mouth pulled upward in a ghost of a smile, and his eyes lit up. "Your understanding of others, of love and compassion… it makes you more special than you can ever know, than I can ever express. You're intelligent, determined, unstoppable… and I… I want you to know that you are exceptional. And… I hope you're not lonely anymore."

Padmé's vision blurred as tears glistened in her eyes. She swallowed thickly and leaned forward, her forehead brushing against his lips, and he tilted his head down to lean on her as well. The tears fell freely now, melting the floor below with their warmth. They continued to float around the balcony, the music making them feel weightless.

"No," she managed to say, looking up with a smile and a laugh. "No, I'm not."

Finally, finally, Anakin smiled. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. His smile made his face glow, his eyes crinkling in the corners, his cheeks flushing in delight. He let out a quick breath in what was probably the closest thing he'd ever gotten to a laugh. "Me too."

"Anakin," she said, her voice trembling, her body weak and energized, her world spinning and dead still.

"I see a man who puts his heart and soul into everything he does. I see a man who wants to be loved, who wants to be needed, who feels so deeply he gets burned. I see a man who wants to share his life with someone and feel like he's worth something."

"Yes?"

Padmé released his hand as the waltz ended and brushed his cheek. "Welcome home."

Anakin's smile faded slowly, morphing from pure joy to complete openness. His lips quivered, overwhelmed with emotion and filled to the brim with so many sensations and words that he didn't know where to start. Padmé stroked his cheek with her thumb, and he leaned into her. Closing her eyes, she drew close, and felt his lips settle on hers. The orange glow of the sunset filled her world, the warmth of his kiss and his love holding the winter chill at bay, and all was right with the world.

They were home.