author: Hyyp chick
Pairing: Obi/Ani/Padme
Rating:R
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns everything
Obi-wan entered the meditation chamber with some amount of apprehension and intrigue. Mace had sounded hesitant in his call, uncertain and regretful. The Jedi Master sat here now, with Master Yoda in the dark room, illuminated only by the rays of light that negotiated the thin slats which covered the window.
Their faces were long and drawn, and their expressions heartfelt. Obi-wan wondered what could be so wrong. Why had he been called here so late in the day, whilst he was dining on supper? What had been so urgent yet did not require the council's knowledge, just his own?
"Come, sit, Obi-wan" Mace gestured, his tone resigned. It unnerved Obi-wan, but he did as commanded.
"Know why you are here, do you?" Yoda questioned experimentally.
"No Master" Obi-wan replied in is ignorance, shaking his head, wracking his brain for an answer.
Mace sighed heavily and brushed a sweeping hand over his bald head. Yoda's eyes closed and his head dipped, forcing his ears to stick up pointedly. This was not a good thing; Obi-wan knew something was wrong.
"Obi-wan, I have to ask" Mace began, looking like he'd prefer to be in a rancor pit than here right now, "Have you ever had any forms of sexual liaisons with Anakin Skywalker?"
Obi-wan's face broke into a smile and he chuckled for a second before noting that the two other Master's were not laughing. His brow furrowed seriously and he cleared his throat.
"No" He answered firmly, leaving no room for interpretation.
"None at all? I'm talking anything here Obi-wan, sex, sexual acts, inappropriate touches, kisses…"
"Fuck Mace what is this?" Obi-wan started, alarmed by Master Windu's interrogation.
"Received intelligence we have, that a relationship, sexual, with Skywalker you have, Do you not?" Yoda persisted.
"No! I've told you no" Obi-wan repeated desperately, wondering where such 'intelligence' could come from when there was no evidence for the claim. Unless Coruscant had thought police now…
The quizzical Masters sighed in tandem; obviously his protestations were not good enough for them.
"Look, I haven't had sex with Anakin, and I don't know who has told you I have but I haven't. So if you don't believe me then can you just give me my duties of punishment, and if you do believe me then can you just let me go home, I haven't eaten yet" Obi-wan demanded with annoyance. This was ridiculous.
"That simple it is not" Yoda replied apologetically. "Bestow on you extra meditation hours I wish I could"
"Obi-wan the allegations are more serious than you suspect" Mace informed him. "If we thought that you were having something physical with Anakin now, well, we might turn a blind eye. I know it would be in direct violation of the code but in our experience these outlets are often needed and we do not act upon them unless they begin to interfere with work. And we understand that often the person a Jedi becomes so intimately involved with is a fellow Jedi, for many reasons…"
"Mace, I'm not fucking sleeping with Anakin. Or any other Jedi for that matter! Now what the fuck is this about?"
"Been accused of seducing and having sex with Anakin Skywalker you have. Whilst still a Padawan was he. Under your guidance, your mentoring, and under the legal age of consent by the will of the republic was he. Many laws here you have broken, if guilty you prove to be. Laws of the Jedi, laws of the republic" Yoda informed in a formal and foreboding tone.
Obi-wan felt a crushing in his trachea, like all his breath had been sucked out of his lungs, and he felt giddy for it. The dizzying effect brought on a strong sense of nausea that weakened his body and he slumped forward over his knees, his head lolling weighted in his hands. He pulled at the auburn strands of his hair for some form of absolution, waiting to her the jestial tones of Mace Windu to fill the echoic room with taunts of his gullibility, but they never came. He looked up at the Masters with horror stricken eyes.
"Who said this?" He demanded weakly.
"Confidentiality Obi-wan" Mace answered, reminding Obi-wan that he knew too well the procedures of the council.
Obi-wan smiled a false smile of desolation. Despairing of the situation, and wondering how the fuck to get out of this when all that was on his side was the truth and that obviously was not good enough, and nowhere near trustworthy.
"Look, speak to Anakin and he'll tell you the truth, he'll tell you it's not true!" Obi-wan pleaded.
"Don't worry Obi-wan, we'll be talking with Anakin soon enough, and anyone else that might shed some light on the truth of these accusations"
Obi-wan was sure Mace had already condemned him. That his guilt was obvious and set in stone, and that Obi-wan would have to strive to prove his innocence, lest he be dismissed from the order and imprisoned for his crimes.
"You will return to your quarters under guard, and you will remain there until this situation is resolved. Your door codes will be suspended to anyone that has access to your apartment, including yourself. Only I and Master Yoda will have access thereafter. You will be able to receive communications but not send them. We will keep you informed of all developments and you will be fed and watered. Do you understand Master Kenobi?" Mace delivered emotionless.
"I have a kitchen, I can feed and water myself" Obi-wan replied bitterly.
"Very well. You are dismissed under house arrest"
Obi-wan left the room to be greeted by a Jedi guard. They did not speak and the guard followed Obi-wan back to his quarters. They stood in front of the door and Obi-wan palmed it open. He knew that it had been set to deactivate as soon as he had crossed the threshold and it had closed behind him. With a deeply despondent sigh he stepped inside and felt the cold metal slam shut behind him, locking him out of the world and keeping him prisoner in his own home. The guard had taken up station outside the door. Soon the others would see him and begin to speculate on Kenobi's crime. The details would be confidential of course but no one could stop speculation and rumour, and in an enclosed community like the Jedi Temple it would spread like wildfire. It was rare to see a Jedi under arrest and he would become a focal point for many days he imagined. And even if his innocence were proved, as he failingly hoped would be the case, people would still wonder if he were guilty or not. They would still mistrust him.
He flopped dejectedly onto the couch and as he curled up in its cushions he could smell Anakin.
How was Anakin going to react? Anakin would know that none of this outrageousness was true, and Anakin was desperately protective of Obi-wan. He had a tendency to overreact, to do before he thought. What if he did something stupid without Obi-wan there to keep his temper in check?
Poor Anakin, Obi-wan thought as he breathed in the scent deeply. It brought the flicker of a smile to his features that disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. What would he think to all this?
Obi-wan got up and crossed the floor to his bedroom. He rifled through the laundry basket to find Anakin's discarded clothes from the night before, the ones covered in germs from the 'dying' man's cold. He smiled again as he brought the tunic to his face and buried his cheek in it. Oh how he loved Anakin, and how ridiculous he'd looked this morning, dashing to his own quarters wrapped in Obi-wan's robes.
Obi-wan could admit to himself that his feelings for Anakin had changed of late. That his love was more passionate than platonic now, that yes he fancied Anakin and desired him in a way unbefitting of a Jedi. He smirked as he thought of Mace 'turning a blind eye'. But his feelings were recent, compounded by Anakin's ascension to manhood and the dashingly good looks he had claimed since his knighting. But he'd never acted on these feelings. Why would he? Anakin was already in love, with that little tramp/bitch/whore from Naboo.
To think he could…whilst Anakin was still…It made him sick to the very pit of his stomach. He'd never thought like that, not when Anakin was that age and in his care. It was a disgusting notion and Obi-wan desperately wanted to know who had slandered him as a child molester and why.
He threw the tunic back into the laundry basket and climbed onto his bed. It too had the lingering scent of Anakin as the boy had spent last night naked betwixt the sheets, and Obi-wan wrapped the quilt around him as if it were Anakin's silky arms surrounding him with comfort. He closed his eyes and sobbed at the total hopelessness of his predicament.
…
Anakin had spent most of the day in a highclass bar contemplating his life in light of his recent false revelation to his would be girlfriend.
He shouldn't have said it. Not just because it wasn't true but also because Padme didn't deserve to hear it. Yes he fantasised about fucking Obi-wan, and on many occasions whilst he was fucking Padme, but she didn't need to know that. Yes, he was sick of her, but he could've just spouted of some 'it's not you it's me' crap, or 'I think we've grown apart as people' rubbish. He didn't have to shoot her with a knockout blow like that.
Still it was done and he couldn't take it back now. He downed another Bourbon, his…he couldn't remember how many, and placed the shot glass back on the bar. The bartender wandered over with the three-quarter empty bottle in hand to refill.
"I don't want another drink, I've had enough" Anakin mumbled drunkenly with a stupid grin.
The bartender waved his hand in front of Anakin.
"You do want another drink, you can never have enough" He smirked
Anakin laughed "No more mind tricks on me tonight I'm afraid" He added jovially to the man's imitation.
"Alright Jedi, but I want to see the starship of yours still in my lot in the morning, no flying for you tonight" He ordered.
"Alright" Anakin agreed, unsteadily getting to his feet and pulling his cloak around him. He stepped out into the cold air to hail a cab to take him back to the Temple. He wanted to claim sickness once more and find himself waking in the morning in the warm covers of Obi-wan's bed, even if the man himself were not in it, though he wasn't sure he could look Obi-wan in the eye after this afternoon's untruth. Still Obi-wan didn't know he had said it…
…
Padme lay naked on her bed as some grunting lard of a man took pleasure in her. She should have been an actress she thought idly as her mind wandered back to the tearful confessions she had made to Master Windu earlier in the day. To compact her point she began to moan and call under the man's inexpert touch.
/Fuck you Anakin/ she thought bitterly but then grinned at her achievements. /Let's see the Jedi council let him fuck you now/.
She cried out in satisfaction, but it had fuck all to do with the sex.