Author's Note: This conversation is my AU rewrite of a scene in Episode III just after Obi-Wan has been sent after Grievous and Anakin is being left behind, big mistake that was.
Conversation VI: My Young Padewan No More
"You're going to need me on this one, Master." Anakin said as he walked Obi-Wan to the waiting Star Cruiser. He itched to follow. After so many close calls with Grievous it was infuriating that he could not be there to see his end. Anakin didn't dare to think what might happen if Obi-Wan failed, Grievous had been responsible for the deaths of far too many Jedi already.
"Oh I agree," Obi-Wan said, surprisingly relaxed given the circumstances. "However, it may turn out to be a wild bantha chase. We've been led on those before." Obi-Wan started down the ramp toward the docked cruiser emblazoned with the crest of the Open Circle Fleet. Something tugged in Anakin's chest, a sense of foreboding that made him pay close attention to how the sunlight fell and the last twinkle of humor in Obi-Wan's eyes before he turned away. It was like he was memorizing the moment because it would be the last time they were together. Anakin's mouth went try.
"Master!" He called out and Obi-Wan stopped looking back curiously.
"Is something wrong?"
"I…"
"Is this about Padme?"
"No, no, but now that you mention it…" Anakin looked away, jaw tense and hands fidgeting with his robe. "My dreams have changed."
"Do you think we've changed the future?"
"I—I don't know. She's still… screaming but…" Anakin's face twisted with raw emotions that frightened Obi-Wan, jealousy and anger as well as fear warred on his young apprentice's face. "She's no longer screaming my name."
"Do you know what that means?"
"No," Anakin shook his head.
"They should be arriving on Kalevala in a mater of hours, rest assured she's being well cared for. In the mean time, we should focus on ending this war and securing a safer future for your son."
"You and Padme still think it's a boy," Anakin said, a hint of his old humor coming back and allowing him, if only momentarily, to put aside his darker thoughts, "I still think it will be a girl."
"Oh well, it never pays to bet against you," Obi-Wan said with a smile and again turned to leave.
"Obi-Wan," Anakin stopped him for the second time, "I know I've disappointed you and been… unappreciative of your training in the past. I've been arrogant and I apologize." The words were sincere even if they were immediately undercut. "I've just been so frustrated with the Council. Through it all, your friendship means everything to me."
"You are strong and wise, Anakin," Obi-Wan was somber and sincere, "and I am very proud of you, never doubt that. I have trained you since you were a small boy. I have taught you everything I know and watched you grow. I'm not hesitant to admit that you have become a far greater Jedi than I could ever hope to be. The Council and the Order has failed you, and many more like you. For that I am sorry. As unfair though it may be, it falls to the younger generations to mend the errors of their elders. I have faith in you, my friend. And be patient, it won't be long before the Council makes you a Jedi Master. They will have to accept change eventually." Obi-Wan smiled at Anakin conspiratorially and started back down the ramp toward his waiting Cruiser. Stopping half way he looked back with a grin.
"If you're only saying those things because you think I'll die out there, don't worry. I have more than enough clones to take two systems the size of Utapau. Even without your help, I would be hard pressed to fail."
"Master," Anakin called, for the last time. "May the Force be with you."
"May the Force be with you, old friend." Obi-Wan turned to make the customary bow. Anakin watched him go with a smile, the nagging dread still tugging at his chest.