A/N - A slightly later update than usual as I am in the middle of my exams! I'm afraid the next one will probably be over a week too as it's looking to a lot longer than I expected! Thank you once again for anyone that has reviewed/favourited/followed or simply read this story!

Hope you enjoy the instalment :)


Prolonged pain, blinding agony, distressing misery. These were the only comprehensible thoughts that Obi-Wan's mind could churn out. This surely must be what it felt like to be dying, nerve endings aflame, muscles numb as they succumbed to the inevitable. Shockingly Obi-Wan was still alive minutes on, he felt solid ground beneath his back once more, not the cold dura-steel of a ship as he was expecting. No, this was a warm place. Sunlight warmed his blood soaked skin and the melody of crashing water filled his ears, he had been here often enough to recognise his surroundings by these facts alone. The room of a thousand fountains.

The intense burning all over his body subsided to a dull throbbing, as it always did in this place. This place where his mind was free from the physical pulls of the body, it was most welcome at this particular point. Obi-Wan spent several seconds relishing the possibilities of remaining here and not having to deal with the damage that Ventress had wrought, several more seconds basking in the sun with the knowledge that he wasn't in the same blatant agony as he was only moments ago. He breathed in deeply allowing himself to revel in the feeling of filling his lungs without the misery of aching or coughing, Obi-Wan was almost certain that his real body had a collapsed lung by now. The last memory he had of breathing, or attempting to breath at least, only brought a memory of retching and hacking as he desperately endeavoured to fill his lungs with the oxygen they so desperately needed. That was not the case here, wherever here was. Every time he met Qui-Gon in this place it was as if they were sharing a mediation of sorts, at first of course Obi-Wan had been sure the entire thing was in his mind. Now however he knew better, it was still rather a mystery he still did not know how Qui-Gon made the connection from the force but he did.

His thoughts were interrupted as the light tread of footsteps reached his ears, the soft crunch of boots impacting with dirt and leaves indicated the approach of a familiar presence, Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan tentatively cracked his eyes open, bringing a hand up to shield them from the artificial sun's glaring beams. He was shocked to see his hands covered in a bright crimson, not yet dried, his blood. Lifting himself up slowly, wincing and gasping as the throbbing in his chest made itself known once more, Obi-Wan gazed down at the mess of his tunics in wonder. They were crimson stained, the wound growing by the second.

Obi-Wan stared up at Qui-Gon bewildered, unsure of what this meant. Perhaps the damage to his physical body was too much to completely be absent in this place, the very fact that he had been able to prop himself up unaided was a miracle with his original wounds, so it seems this place did lessen the effects considerably. He caught his Master's gaze, he too had been staring in shock at the blood which smothered his Padawan. Obi-Wan recognised the look he had fleetingly seen cross Qui-Gon's eyes, guilt. Why would he feel guilty? This is not his fault…

Kind familiar eyes bore into his own as Qui-Gon plastered on a quick smile to cover, it did not reach his eyes in the slightest, Obi-Wan was not fooled. His Master was hiding something.

"Master?" Force, even his voice came out rasping. He coughed until he felt he would be able to project properly.

Qui-Gon did not answer, he simply sat down beside Obi-Wan facing him but not being able to hold his gaze anymore. The behaviour was frankly worrying to Obi-Wan, what could possibly make Qui-Gon feel so guilty?

"What is it?" His voice was far steadier that time, less wheezy. He added to the question by reaching out to place his hand on Qui-Gon's shoulder, anxiety rocketing once more as his Master seemed to flinch slightly at the touch and drop his gaze further.

Obi-Wan attempted to wait patiently, not wanting to appear to be rushing his Master but he needed to know what had Qui-Gon so rattled. He hadn't seen Qui-Gon like this in a great many years, the behaviour his mentor was exhibiting was plainly distressing. In what seemed like hours later Qui-Gon finally lifted his chin and stared straight at Obi-Wan, the overwhelming guilt screaming out was striking.

"I can't do this anymore, Obi-Wan. The guilt is eating away at my soul…" The voice was quiet, cracking slightly as if his Master was struggling with speaking.

Obi-Wan pulled his hand back from Qui-Gon's shoulder as if it was burning on contact, he had not expected his Master to sound so disheartened, so broken. Qui-Gon's eyes flashed with distress at the action, pained over the loss of contact but understanding why.

"Forgive me, Obi-Wan. I never wanted to cause you more pain. Quite the opposite in fact." He glanced down at Obi-Wan's knife addled chest cringing, before turning his head away, unable to look Obi-Wan in the face any more.

"Qui-Gon, what did you do?" Perhaps the tone was colder than Obi-Wan intended, and the lack of him using the term 'Master' was not lost on his mentor. Qui-Gon flinched once more at his student's actions before accepting them as what they were, reasonable after his own worrying words.

"It's a long story, Padawan."

"I think I've got the time, unless my body finally gives up back there." He had intended to lighten the mood with a joke, his usual dark humour and sarcasm. Immediately he realised this had been the wrong thing to say as Qui-Gon whipped his head round to face him again, tears forming in his eyes.

Obi-Wan didn't know what to say, or do for that matter. He had never seen his Master react so badly to one of his jokes before, even if it was in bad taste this time. Qui-Gon had always just smiled and warned him his dark humour was getting worse by the day. He had never reacted like this. Thankfully Qui-Gon waved aside the slip up and proceeded to tell Obi-Wan his tale.

"I have done something questionable. Obi-Wan. Something which … I may not have had the right to do." Qui-Gon paused for a moment, composing himself for the inevitable outburst after his next claim.

"I saw the future, Obi-Wan, I was shown it by the force itself… And I changed it."

"Master?!" Obi-Wan half squeaked, half exclaimed, shocked to his very core over the Jedi Master's confession. Qui-Gon had always done things differently from other Jedi, following the will of the force even if his actions were questionable but this! This took the kriffing biscuit…

Qui-Gon held up a hand in warning, forestalling any more interruptions before he had the chance to explain, Obi-Wan owed him that much so let him continue. Forcing his mouth to slam shut, after it had been left gaping open over the last statement.

"Obi-Wan. you did not see it, the entire galaxy fell into chaos, billions of innocents perished and the Jedi… the Jedi…" His Master's voice cracked the further he got, unable to finish his train of thought as the memories threatened to overwhelm him.

Obi-Wan was once again incredibly curious as to what his Master could have seen which would have him so rattled. He gave Qui-Gon a minute to compose himself before his curiosity got the better of him and his mentor caught onto his Padawan's slight impatience.

"The point is I could not stand idly by whilst that future unfolded, all because of my misguided actions."

If Obi-Wan had a confused face before he was sure now he must look utterly bewildered, what could Qui-Gon have done that would have such far-reaching consequences?

"Your actions?"

His Master stared straight at him, guilt wracked features and eyes pain filled over the answer.

"Anakin."

Obi-Wan's confusion grew exponentially, how could Anakin be the cause of such an awful future? He was sick of second guessing everything and seemingly receiving half-truths, Qui-Gon wasn't telling him everything clearly.

"You mentioned the Jedi, did we cause it?"

He observed as Qui-Gon sighed, gaze averting away to land on the waterfall falling in the distance. Clearly whatever his mentor had seen was disturbing him immensely, the fact only served to peak Obi-Wan's own curiosity.

"The Sith destroyed everything, Obi-Wan, I watched as everything I once loved fell apart. I watched as your heart was torn to shreds and a life worse than death was bestowed upon you."

Obi-Wan had only ever seen that look on Qui-Gon's face once before, when Tahl died. The future he had seen affected him worse than losing the love of his life, that solidified it for Obi-Wan. It must have been inconceivable.

"I couldn't take it. I just couldn't," Qui-Gon's voice cracked with emotion, whipping his gaze back to bore into Obi-Wan who squirmed slightly under the intense look he was receiving. It seemed Qui-Gon felt himself justified to do what he did, it did not stop the guilt making an appearance once more. For all they knew Qui-Gon could have committed them to an even more horrific path.

"So you changed the future, how?"

Qui-Gon once again waited before answering, reached out to Obi-Wan for a steadying hold, hand resting on his shoulder. It seemed once more Obi-Wan was not expected to like the answer…

"I reached out to Dooku."

Obi-Wan's mood abruptly changed as soon as the unforgivable truth was uttered from Qui-Gon's lips, he attempted to scramble away from his Master's hand which was still gripping his shoulder. Dooku! Dooku had kidnapped him and Anakin because of his Master?!

"Padawan, it's not what you think. I managed to connect with him and showed him what the possible future could be, he too did not want it. I thought if he could take Darth Sidious out of the equation then it would all change, he's the only one who would believe me about this and the only one in the position to kill the Sith Lord. He had his trust."

Obi-Wan forced himself to calm down and stop scrambling away, residing to sit in shock instead. His head was a mess, reeling over all of the ramifications of the information. Anakin and he had been put through all of this, tortured because of Qui-Gon's actions, no wonder he looked so guilty…

"This… is all because of what you did?!" He unsuccessfully attempted to keep his calm, anger boiling over into his tone slightly over the horrible truth.

"Obi-Wan, I swear to you I had no idea Dooku would involve you or Anakin. He blocked my attempts to talk to him months ago, I can only beg your forgiveness Padawan. All I wanted was to change the awful future, to spare you and the galaxy all that pain and suffering."

Obi-Wan scoffed, so much for sparing me and Anakin pain. He managed to calm himself as his Master's words rang true, full of sincerity. Obi-Wan began to mull over Qui-Gon's revelation, surely the future could not have been that bad with just one Sith lord meddling and plotting. What could one man do against the entire Jedi order?

"Show me."

"Obi-Wan, I can't." Qui-Gon's features morphed into a shocked pained expression at the request, he had not been expecting Obi-Wan to ask this of him evidently.

"If you want me to believe any of this then you'll have to show me." Obi-Wan stared straight back at his mentor, unyielding in his conviction. I must see, even if it kills me…

"It will only bring you more pain," Qui-Gon warned, voice tight with the harsh reality of what he had already witnessed.

"I have to know."

His Master only shook his head sadly, noting Obi-Wan's resolute stance, he would not budge on this request. Qui-Gon seemingly prepared himself, breathing in deeply and looked into Obi-Wan's eyes once more, hoping to see a flicker of crumbling resolve. Anything so he would not have to go through with this. Obi-Wan did nothing, staying firm and resolute under the scrutiny, nodding his head slightly to go ahead. Qui-Gon only bowed his own in grief before reaching out a hand to place it on Obi-Wan's temple, as soon as the two made contact the visions started…


It was the most peculiar feeling, his mind was connected to Qui-Gon's and it was as if he was an outsider looking in on his mentor's memories themselves. Subject matter swirled into existence as Obi-Wan found himself in exceedingly similar surroundings, the Jedi Temple. Obi-Wan found he could move his feet forwards to examine parts of the memory closer, the vision settled as he recognised the location, his and Anakin's apartment.

He whipped his head towards the entrance as none other than Anakin and he came storming in, from their body language it seemed they were deeply embroiled in an argument. The intensity of it actually made Obi-Wan stumble back slightly with shock, he could feel the heightened negative emotions tainting the force surrounding the pair, could see Anakin's features resembling that of the moment he was killing Skepaf, recognised his own look of exasperation. It seemed his other self was losing patience, and rapidly at that.

Anakin continued to rocket into the apartment not minding his surroundings so the furniture and any straggling equipment was callously shoved out of the way, from the boy's height Obi-Wan determined that this couldn't be more than a year or two from the present. He had seen Anakin have tantrums before and he always came down swiftly on the boy to prevent them, it seemed things had only got worse with his apprentice.

"For stars sake, Padawan. You will control your temper!" Obi-Wan's tone sounded weary, tired even, as if he'd muttered the words over and over again.

Obi-Wan stared at his future self and took everything in, the bedraggled appearance, his tired features, pain filled eyes, alarmingly greying hair… What could have happened between him and his Padawan that had pushed Obi-Wan to this state? He could sense his loss of patience over the entire situation, his resolve weakening as Anakin continued to not listen. Clearly this had become a regular occurrence.

"He started it, Obi-Wan! Why do you always blame me for everything!" Anakin screamed back the reply, sending a mechanical piece crashing into one of the walls where it unceremoniously smashed into pieces.

Force… Anakin's temper was not reducing, he was not listening to Obi-Wan at all and worse he was being openly disrespectful. Obi-Wan couldn't believe his eyes, what had happened to the boy he had grown to love? It was now that he spotted blood on his Padawan's face, scrapes on his hands, it would appear his young charge had been in a fight.

Obi-Wan glanced back over at his older self and noted the immense restraining he was performing, Anakin was pushing him to the end of his own tether and it was evidently becoming exceedingly difficult to handle his Padawan. He watched his other self clench and un-clench his fists, breathing out a deep sigh before answering in a dangerously controlled tone.

"You should know better by now, Anakin, how many times have I told you this behaviour is not acceptable. You will show me respect and you will learn your place, I am understood?"

Obi-Wan could feel the force surrounding Anakin tremble, he was hurt by the words and was about to lose control they could both sense it. Obi-Wan's older self still didn't back down, held his gaze until his Padawan submitted. The boy was too stubborn for his own good, Obi-Wan had never seen him react this way to a rightful telling off before, his apprentice would apologise and he would have meant it.

"I hate you," the boy whispered, voice dripping with venom.

Obi-Wan stared agape at his Padawan in shock, he felt the sincerity and conviction behind those words, Anakin, his Anakin meant every word. He expected to see the same shock on his older self's face, instead only a weary resignation. This wasn't the first time the boy had said this, or meant it…

"Go to your room, meditate on your unbecoming emotions. I don't want to see you again until you can show yourself to have an attitude of a Padawan, not an ill-tempered child."

Anakin huffed once more, holding back a sharp retort before storming into his room, not without slamming the door of course. Obi-Wan observed as his older self let out a long breath, held his head in his hands for a few moments in distress before composing himself once more, those words had hurt even if he hadn't shown Anakin. He picked up on one final thought before the scene augmented into another, 'Where did I go wrong?'

The next memories were flashed through at speed, never staying on a scene for longer than a few seconds. It did not matter Obi-Wan caught onto the general message and felt all the emotions his other self was feeling with a vengeance, it was heart-breaking. He witnessed the rifts between he and Anakin increase, watched arguments and disagreements reach new heights the further they moved forward in their apprenticeship.

He observed his older self grow more sarcastic and bitter by the day, unable to fix the ailing relationship with his Padawan and wishing they could go back to day one. Obi-Wan watched as Anakin got himself caught up in more fights, grew more arrogant by the day and secluded himself completely from his class mates. The boy spent more and more time with Senator Palpatine and when he came back an argument always broke out between Master and apprentice, usually with Anakin claiming Obi-Wan was holding him back he should be trusted more. Of course each situation ended the same way, Obi-Wan would send him away until he could address him properly Anakin would half-heartedly apologise and his resentment would grow, the issue remaining unresolved.

A scene formed of what appeared to be Anakin at 15 or 16 years old, he had shot up height wise and his features had been chiseled to lose all of the innocence of youth. His eyes looked darker somehow, not the brilliant blue Obi-Wan was so used to seeing all of the time. Anakin was sitting alone tinkering with a machine, somethings did not change it seemed… The closer Obi-Wan looked the more he saw his Padawan was barely keeping himself together, he could trace tear tracks which ran down the young man's face and caught the slight shaking of Anakin's shoulders. The force was extremely disturbed as it swelled around the young man, expression pained as he remembered the source of his anguish. Obi-Wan picked up the thoughts from the pained boy, they were of his mother and her suffering in slavery.

The sight sent a shiver down Obi-Wan's spine and he felt a lump forming in his throat, where was he in this vision? Why was he not helping Anakin through these dreams if they were obviously affecting him in such a detrimental way… He waited to see if anyone would come, if his older self would enter and help his suffering Padawan, no-one did. Anakin did not look surprised which lead Obi-Wan to believe this was a common occurrence, he had been left to deal with his problems himself or he did not simply trust Obi-Wan enough to take it to him. His own Padawan didn't trust him, the blow was a tough one to swallow.

In the next setting Obi-Wan recognised it to be the senate building, specifically the chancellor's office. Anakin strolled in confidently, stars he looked old, the boy was turning into a man right in front of his eyes. His learner's braid was remarkably long as it swung when he moved, all signs of youth obliterated to leave room for the strong build of a man. His Anakin had grown up, the features were still more or less there, the brilliant smile he had so missed seeing, perhaps the boy had levelled out slightly?

His hopes were quashed as Obi-Wan took note of the reason to Anakin's joy, he was meeting Chancellor Palpatine. The Chancellor took one look up at the young man before breaking into a wide grin himself, standing to embrace him.

"Anakin my boy, it is good to see you. It's been some time indeed."

Obi-Wan witnessed as Anakin returned the hug, genuine smile lighting up the room, he was like this with Palpatine and not him? It was almost too agonising to watch.

"Sorry it's been so long, Chancellor, Obi-Wan and I have been on one mission after another!"

Palpatine invited Anakin to sit and offered him some wine, unsurprisingly enough Anakin took the offered refreshment and began to drink. Did his older self know of all these meetings? He wouldn't be too happy if he saw his apprentice in this position now, the image and subtle warnings in the force were worrying.

"It's good the Jedi council are finally using your abilities, Anakin, they've certainly been blind to them thus far." The Chancellor chuckled slightly, delighted that Anakin was out on missions more often.

Obi-Wan was disgusted, how dare the Chancellor say such things about the Jedi? He was deliberately pushing Anakin to believe his abilities were above all others, no wonder why the boy had seemed so arrogant, this was the very man filling his head with all this nonsense.

"It's definitely good to be out, my class mates here are jealous."

Obi-Wan held his head in his hands, Anakin's behaviour and outlook had only got worse with age. Arrogance was certainly not a quality he would have nurtured, Anakin knew better than that to think such ill thoughts of other Jedi.

"Well for someone with your extraordinary abilities it is only to be expected, my boy, tell me has your Master said when you can start your solo missions yet? Force knows you're more than ready."

Obi-Wan actually snapped to Palpatine at the remark, the man was clearly pushing Anakin to question why he wasn't trusted on his own yet. The Jedi do not allow their students to be pushed further than where they should be, Anakin should know that yet he was evidently allowing the Chancellors words to get to him. Obi-Wan saw now this was the source of Anakin's frustration with him, Palpatine had manipulated him into thinking that he was always being held back, not good enough. Obi-Wan felt his own temper rise at the scene, disbelieving that this man could be getting away with corrupting his Padawan, for what must have been years…

"Uhhh… Obi-Wan says I must have patience, I can't help but feel he's holding me back though. He doesn't want to be upstaged by his own Padawan."

'Insolent wretched barve,' Obi-Wan thought as the treacherous words spilled out of his own apprentice's mouth, this man obviously had a tight hold on the boy's mind. He was successfully turning him against his own Master! The cunning Chancellor was playing a very dangerous game, Obi-Wan wished to break through this vision and give the man a piece of his mind right here. Once more his older self was nowhere to be seen, it seems Anakin had got used to turning to the Chancellor for someone to talk to.

The next visions started to fly by once more, thankfully the arguments between the pair seemed to drop to a new low. Obi-Wan and Anakin were out of the temple more often than in it, without the contact with the Chancellor or other Jedi their relationship seemingly improved and thankfully Obi-Wan saw sparks of the same closeness he felt with his Anakin now. It was clear the damage had been wrought over the years however as they had intense moments and it was often strained, he watched as his older self relished the times when they were on good terms, ecstatic that he had his Padawan back even if it were for a short time.

The pair went on mission after mission, the problems in the galaxy seemed to be growing exponentially and the Separatist movement was growing more bold. Anakin handled himself well, perhaps a little blunt when it came to confrontation but Obi-Wan mused they had more time until his apprentice need face his trials, he would be able to correct Anakin's biggest fault and the chosen one would continue to grow in strength. Obi-Wan thought Anakin's force connection was strong now, that was nothing compared to what he was seeing in these visions, the boy he had raised was now a man with extraordinary skill. The sight made Obi-Wan proud, there was some of the boy he knew in there.

When he did catch glimpses of their arguments however they made him recoil from the vision, the turbulent feelings tainting the force were oppressive. Once or twice their tiffs turned physical, he witnessed one time Anakin took his rage out on Obi-Wan in a training exercise and actually landed a painful hit to his Master, Obi-Wan saw the fire remain in his Padawan's eyes for a few seconds before he came running to Obi-Wan's aid muttering apologies as he went. Anakin always got given a good grilling and lecture on why it was imperative that he never let his emotions control his actions, Anakin would apologise and they would reconcile. Their relationship seemed to be just that, turbulent. There were the two extremes, when things were going well the pair almost looked like brothers, laughing and being joyous in the other's company. However when things went wrong, it was like two storms colliding and the aftermath was catastrophic.

Anakin's visions and dreams of his mother became worse as the years moved forward, eventually the scene stopped again at a point where Anakin was a Senior Padawan. None other than Padme Amidala entered their lives once more as she was the target of a bounty hunter, Anakin and Obi-Wan were assigned to watch over her as she visited Coruscant.

Obi-Wan observed as Anakin's unbecoming feelings towards Padme made themselves known, he had noticed the boy's affection of her when they were on Naboo, Obi-Wan had never imagined the childhood affection to last a decade later. From the ailing thoughts he was picking up however it was abundantly clear that Anakin had never forgotten about Padme, still dreamt about her to this day. He watched as his older self cautioned the young man, it was evident to Obi-Wan his apprentice would not stop. He felt deeply, perhaps too deeply.

The two had some conflicts during the mission, tiffs and exasperations over the others actions but on the surface it seemed the pair were getting along better and even had some of the camaraderie that he and Qui-Gon had once had. It turns out Obi-Wan hadn't managed to completely quash the reckless streak he had always had, his older self leapt out of a window in an attempt to catch a fleeing assassin probe. If it hadn't been for Anakin's quick thinking and excellent piloting his apprentice would have found himself without a Master. His Padawan's piloting skills were being put to good use as he found it hilarious to scare the wits out of Obi-Wan, his older self was evidently not amused in the slightest, he did loath flying after all…

Obi-Wan witnessed Anakin being sent on his first solo mission, escorting Padme back to Naboo. Why had his older self not questioned the decision more? It was obvious that Anakin's feelings towards the girl were not professional at all, perhaps he was fearful that his Padawan would mistake the reason to be that he wasn't ready. Their partnership was at a relatively less turbulent point now, if Obi-Wan had pushed then he was sure Anakin would have snapped.

The next part's of the memories rushed past again, Obi-Wan caught fleeting glimpses of Anakin and Padme's feelings growing and worryingly becoming more solidified. He saw his older self discover a clone army whilst chasing the bounty hunter Jango Fett, a clone army? His confusion was short lived as the next vivid scene swirled into existence, he could tell it was not going to be a happy scene by the already tainted force.

Obi-Wan found himself inside what appeared to be a tent of sorts, from the atmosphere he would say the place was situated in a desert or similar surroundings. As subject matter appeared Obi-Wan's gaze was drawn to the form of Anakin, he had a bloodied and beaten woman in his arms. His mother… Obi-Wan could feel from her life essence that she was passing away, there was nothing to be done yet Anakin would not accept the terrible truth. This was what he had been dreaming all these years, the terrible visions that had been haunting him finally coming true.

Obi-Wan's heart ached as he felt the agony Anakin was in, the raw pain and misery he was feeling as Shmi Skywalker died in his arms. Obi-Wan once again wanted to be able to step forward and embrace the boy, he shouldn't have to deal with this alone. Abruptly the mood changed as Anakin's sobs of misery turned into violent shudders of rage, Obi-Wan shrunk back as the darkness overtook his Padawan and the crystal blue eyes he had grown used to seeing were lost in hatred.

Obi-Wan screamed out at Anakin in vain as he stormed outside lightsaber ablaze, ready to seek vengeance on anyone that came his way.

"No, Anakin, No!"

The desperate screams went unheard as his Padawan continued on his murderous rampage, slaughtering all of the sand people, even the women and children. When he was done Anakin returned to the tent and sat down to cradle his mother's body in his arms, Obi-Wan stumbled over with the shock of it, so many slain by the hand of his Padawan. He had hunted down every last one of them, the defenceless children… Obi-Wan felt sick as the realisation slammed into him, Anakin had turned into a monster.

The scene swirled out of existence once more, the surroundings changed to what looked to be an ancient gladiator ring. He could see his older self chained to a totem pole, along with Anakin and Padme. The boy seemed to be back to his old self, all traces of the monster Obi-Wan had just seen gone. Casting a sweeping gaze around the arena he noted the ever elegant Count Dooku watching the proceedings, it seemed they had always been destined to meet then.

He, Anakin and Padme were to be executed by means of some rather vicious looking predators, hungry ones at that. The scene fast forwarded slightly as the trio managed to evade death, only for Dooku to roll out battle droids to finish them. Was this the end Qui-Gon was trying to stop? Obi-Wan was no fool, without saber's he and Anakin didn't stand a chance of surviving the attack. Just as all hope seemed lost Obi-Wan felt the presence of hundreds of Jedi flare, they attacked the droids and Mace Windu himself confronted Dooku.

The ensuing battle was bloody, Obi-Wan felt every life lost, felt despair at every unnecessary life extinguished. Padawan's perished right beside their Master's as the Jedi were slowly but surely overwhelmed. The remaining Jedi left standing were herded into a circle at the center of the battle field, it was no use, no matter how many they cut down legions of more droids continued to spill from the factory. Obi-Wan could feel his older self's exhaustion, after being held in captivity to battling hundreds of droids he could sense a dramatic fall in his ability.

The next visions flashed forward once more, just when he thought all hope was lost Master Yoda had shown up with ships carrying an army dressed all in white. The clone army… The surviving Jedi boarded the ships and were whisked away from the brutal arena where so many of their brothers and sisters had fallen. Obi-Wan sensed his older self's joy that Anakin had not been among the casualties, it seemed he had no inkling of the atrocities that his Padawan had wrought, no idea of the monster that lay beneath…

Obi-Wan and Anakin fought brutally once more as Padme was thrown from their transport, their once dangerous feelings had fledged in a full-blown romance it seemed. Thankfully his Padawan saw sense and reluctantly agreed to do his duty and aid Obi-Wan with Dooku. It was strange to see the Ex-Jedi in this capacity, doing his own dirty work so to say. The Count had aged dramatically to what Obi-Wan was used to seeing, from his saber form however it seemed he had excelled in that arena greatly.

He winced as his Padawan was hit by shock lightening and slammed into a wall, the boy had not listened to his instructions when it mattered most and was paying the price of it. Obi-Wan could feel the weariness in his other self's body, from the glint in Dooku's eyes it seems so could he. The contest was short and brutal, ending with Obi-Wan at the Count's feet with smoking holes peppering his skin. The stench of burnt flesh filled the air, Obi-Wan knew this must be the end now, he was at Dooku's mercy and the man was preparing his killing blow.

Out of nowhere Anakin's blade stopped the fatal blow before it fell, face strewn into fierce protectiveness. Anakin's saber skills had improved exponentially, that was evident from him being able to hold his own against Dooku for some time, of course Obi-Wan could see from the way the Count was fighting that this would only end one way. That did not stop the gasp from escaping his lips though as his Padwan's hand was sliced clean off and his body thrown back into Obi-Wan's own.

In the distance he heard Master Yoda enter and the two engage in a deadly battle with the force, Obi-Wan did not care to watch. His attention was fixed on one thing, his Padawan. The young man looked no older than a boy as he lay there, eyes shocked at the turn of events and face screwed up with pain. Obi-Wan stared sorrowfully down into those crystal blue eyes he knew so well, they were wracked with agony as the harsh reality of the loss of limb caught up to his muddled brain. Anakin Skywalker promptly passed out in his Master's arms as the misery became too much and he inevitably went into shock.

Obi-Wan could scarcely believe all he had seen so far, Qui-Gon had been right when he claimed the future was troubling. So many Jedi had lost their lives today and Obi-Wan could feel the force tainted with darkness and terrible sorrow over the mindless loss of life.

As Obi-Wan watched and felt what he believed the worse of what was to come, he realised how wrong he was when the latest shocking vision swirled out of existence and the oncoming storm grew darker…


A/N - Well things are going to get a lot worse in the visions I can say that for sure... I will update ASAP as always!

Until next time...