I'm just borrowing the characters in the following story. I don't own them, although a girl can dream, can't she?
I wasn't going to make this into a story, but leave it to my muse's to hit me full force with an idea. Like I can say no to someone who has a light saber at my back. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I am going to enjoy working on it.
Twist Of Fate
"I need more bacta patches. He can't pull away again." The Echoing voice whirled urgently through the nebulous haze of darkness that had settled in as the mellow tones of Billie Holiday, Obi-Wan's protective embrace, his sinuous lips, and the frigidness of the bay floor fell away.
Luminara? H-How? We must be at the temple. B-But I was i-n the bay... Obi-Wan...the bay...attacked? Obi-Wan! Trying to break through the ominous shadows he moved towards the voice crying out when it got further away at his effort, "Who got him?"
"Obi-Wan, Aayla, and I got him. When I was thrust out the window and was caught by the speeder, the motorist helped me back to the temple. You treated me here Luminara, and then I left against your wishes of course. I proceeded to call an emergency session of the Council, and informed them of Anakin's betrayal. Obi-Wan was...devastated, and we all decided to wait on his return to handle the matter as we saw fit. We locked down the temple for the mean time as I informed the clone army not listen to any orders issued by either Palpatine, or Anakin Skywalker, they are traitors to the Republic, and Sith Lords." Anakin felt a stab of a raw agony slice throw his heart at Mace's harsh comments. Sith?
"When..." Mace started, but was cut off pointedly by Luminara.
"Hold on Mace. I feel...Anakin? Can you hear me? Your shields are in disarray right now, Anakin. I know you can hear me. He's not listening to me." Luminara spoke with a tired sigh as if speaking to someone else that was lost in the fog. She's never talked to me like that. What's going on?
"Anakin." Obi-Wan...Anakin, relief flooding through him, reached out through the harsh darkness with renewed vigor and clutching his teeth against the sharp agony that shot through his being, clutched onto Obi-Wan's voice fiercely. Slowly, he let it drag him through the dense darkness, the agony spurring at his mind as the ominous fog clawed for him.
"Should have known." Aayla spat making a meager part of him, from the deepest recesses of his mind, holler at him to retreat back to the solace of the darkness as the radiant light consumed him surrounding him in its blinding glow. Blinking a few times, his eyes gradually adjusted to the illuminated heeler bay lights, an agitated sound escaping over the gravel in his throat.
Taking an agony filled breath, Anakin looked around his bed reluctantly, the minuscule voice in the haze of his mind screaming something important that he couldn't grasp. What's going on? I can't feel anything...I can't... read the Force. Shock settled over him as he reached out towards where the Force should be, and flinched in agony when a scorching sensation filled his head making him rip away from it abruptly.
"What's the matter Skywalker? Devastated that your Master abandoned you? Just how long have you two been working together anyway?" Aayla growled, her venom stinging him.
My Master? Obi-Wan is right...Inhaling sharply his crystal eyes dilated, as the swift images burst out of the harsh haze. Getting the news of Chancellor Palpatine's kidnapping right before their departure from the bay. The heroic rescue, Padme's pregnancy, getting on the council with out being made a Master, the spy missions, being torn between everything, and everyone, being confused, scared, angry, wanting Obi-Wan more then anything, and being devastated when he brushed him off coolly at every turn. The fights between himself, and Padme. Obi-Wan going on a mission without him, leaving him with feelings of mistrust, anger, and hurt. Finding out Palpatine was the Sith Lord, betraying Mace, and then...then...nothing but endless consuming abyss. Suffering. He was certain there was agony in the abyss, but he couldn't coil his terror filled mind around the fleeting fog long enough to catch it.
Feeling the warm tears streak down his gaunt cheeks he idly caught one of the warm droplets, and gazed at it strangely "Skywalker, you have been charged with assault on a high Council member, aiding a Sith Lord, betraying the Jedi, and becoming a Sith. The Council will determine your fate. Your Jedi days are over, Skywalker, this much is clear. The Council as already agreed to ban you from the Temple grounds. As for your freedom we will hold a session to decide your fate."
Scrambling to get his shields back up as best he could with out the Force, Anakin shut his eyes, confusion whirling around inside him. "We all trusted you, Anakin, and you betrayed us. We were your friends. We fought with you. We put our lives in your hands countless times with out hesitation. We would have died for you. You were the Hero With No Fear, but now you are nothing but a traitor. Everything you did means nothing. It's all tainted. No one will ever trust you again. Now everyone who once would have died for you wants you dead. How could you? You son of a bitch." Aayla snarled infuriated.
"Answer me you Sith ridden traitor!" Aayla demanded when Anakin kept his eyes shut tight.
"Aayla that's enough." Looking to Obi-Wan for a spilt second, Aayla moistened her lips before sparing one last glance at Anakin.
"I hope you rot in jail." Turning she stormed out of the room, Barriss behind her.
"Well, I must inform the senate that Anakin is awake and is not a threat. Palpatine got away; therefore he is still a threat to the Republic as well as the separatists. I am afraid the war will go on as long as Palpatine is alive. I must report to the new senate immediately," Bail said, taking his leave swiftly, not sparing a glance in Anakin's direction.
"I'm taking my leave. Skywalker, you will come before the Council tomorrow, we will be waiting at noon," Mace said curtly giving Anakin one more disgusted look, before he turned his back, and was gone.
"Made a mess you have. Get out of this you can not." Nodding his head, Yoda's cane clinked on the unforgiving floor of the Temple until it faded away down the vast hallways of the temple.
Anakin choked back the tears feeling something inside bend. He listlessly opened his eyes, and looked up to Obi-Wan. This isn't right. Something...something is terribly wrong. I can feel it, even without the Force, I know something is wrong. Obi-Wan please... "Obi-Wan..." Anakin managed, his voice crawling over the gravel that had settled in his throat.
"You betrayed me. I loved you, Anakin, and you betrayed me. I never want to see you again after the Council meeting tomorrow. If I see you on the Temple grounds again I will report you accordingly. I will vote for you not to go to jail, only because you fought bravely in the war, and deserve some leniency for that." Feeling bleak darkness cloud his vision he felt the last of his strength give way, and heard the sickening crack that vibrated through him. Agony spread through him like wild fire, destroying everything in its path, and numbing him to his core.
"I'll have your things packed, and they'll be at the Council meeting tomorrow. Padme brought what little you had at her place and I shall pack that too. You betrayed, and were going to destroy all you, and countless other Jedi fought, and died for. You were going to slaughter, and wipe out the entire Jedi order. The only reason you might see the light of day after tomorrow is because of your valor in the war. I am no longer your Master. And I am no longer your friend. You are nothing to me now, Skywalker." Obi-Wan said briskly his voice cold, before he was gone in a whirl of robes.
Choked sobs escaped Anakin the agony dancing, and whirling inside his heart. He moved to roll over onto his side, but quickly found he was held on his back by the digital cuffs that secured his left ankle to the medal bed rail. Jerking at the cuff a few times he let out a defeated sound when it didn't give, and let go of the thread of control he had been clinging to. Falling into the sweet abyss he let the torturous fire have him completely, and sobbed till at last he fell into the cradling arms of slumber.