A/N: And here is an Obi-Wan chapter right after a Cody chapter... Back-to-back... Sort of. Anyways. I was playing around with what could make Kenobi frustrated, and in what situation would Anakin be the calmer of the two. It was interesting to say the least. Hopefully I stayed in character during my experiment... And if not, my most sincere apologies.

"Evelo!"

The call seemed to echo on forever. The metal glinted, but other than the echoing voice that grew quieter with every passing second, there was no other noise. Anakin crossed his arms over his chest, resting most of his weight on one leg. "I'm not sure about this idea, Obi-Wan."

"Yes, well, we haven't many options."

Obi-Wan frowned, subconsciously bringing a hand to his face. "I know you can hear me, Evelo." The air around them seemed to shift. To grow warmer. The blue glow of the Force flickered.

"What if it doesn't have a voice." It was a statement. Anakin quirked an eyebrow.

"I… Have a voice. I've had a voice… long before you. And I will continue to long after you."

"I stand corrected," Anakin spoke, but looked otherwise unchanged. Obi-Wan lifted his eyebrows briefly and gave a slight sideways-smile.

"And what of Commander Cody? Will he continue to have a voice?" Obi-Wan stepped forward, eyes scanning the surface.

"Commander…Cody. Electus. He is mine now, I have been alone… for so long."

"I'm afraid you have been misinformed, Evelo. Commander Cody will be returning to the Republic."

"So you say, so you say…" The voice rumbled from the ground like thunder beneath steel moor lands, "But I will not give him up. I like him. He's mine."

Obi-Wan hummed in distant intrigue, his hand running over his beard. "I don't wish to resort to drastic measures, but you seem to be leaving me with no choice."

"Leave! Leave me in peace."

"You have my word that we will, once my Commander is returned. Safely."

He was only answered by quiet. He and Anakin both glanced at each other.

Something began to push its way through the surface – through the smallest cracks in the iron ground. Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes, crouching. He moved a hand forward, touching the substance. His hand came away covered in blood.

More cracks opened up across the field.

Blood trickled out, running over the smooth silver.

Crimson came from the cracks in the ground, flowing and beginning to cover the area in a sheen, glistening coat. He knew it looked like more than it was – but he also knew whose it was. The cold feeling returned to him. Or perhaps it had never left. Chills ran over the back of his neck and down his arms, prickles in his skin.

"Evelo, stop." His voice was calm. He could hear it now – at least, out of his one good ear. "You needn't do this."

There was no response, just more blood.

A gut-wrenching cry pushed through with the crimson. Just as when the commander had fallen – slipping from the surface and into the chaos, into the abyss. Screaming. Agonized. Obi-Wan swore; admittedly, not something a Jedi should be heard saying.

"This is madness!" his yell came back to him with the remnants of Cody's pained screams.

"Evelo – Anakin's voice rose, strong and unshaken, "You win." Anakin's mechanical hand tightly gripped Obi-Wan's arm. The younger Jedi shook his head, as if cueing Obi-Wan on some unspoken plan.

The screams and the voice came to an abrupt stop, and the cracks began to shut – slithering like snakes. Obi-Wan's expression was pained; he said nothing.

And Anakin didn't speak again.

Second A/N: Another short chapter. Sorry... God bless!