A/N: hey guys! so my current hyperfixation is star wars and i have been wanting to write a fanfiction of that for a while. So this story will take place a couple weeks after ROTS, and it's gonna follow our fav Obi-Wan around tatooine.

Disclaimer: AU. nothing belongs to me, other than the story line and the OC.

Anyways enjoy!

-S

A cloaked man sat down on a sandy cliff, the harsh heat from the twin suns beating down mercilessly on him. He took off his cloak, and looks down at his hip, where a hilt of a weapon was attached. This weapon was once very common, but now if he was found with it he could be dead instantly.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, Master Jedi, General in the Clone Wars and known as the Negotiator, that's who he once was. But he had to forget it all and put it in the past, for the sake of the order and his life. In reality, they were truly the same thing, since he was the last surviving Jedi, other than Yoda, and the order depended on him staying alive or else it would disappear completely.

So he had to forget Obi-Wan Kenobi, and all he was, forever. Or at least until he was truly needed to turn Anakin back. There was still good in him, he knew it, but he had to figure out how to get it into Anakin's thick skull that he wasn't lost. But until that day, he would be Ben Kenobi, strange traveler, and he would watch over Luke from a far like he was ordered to do, so maybe someday the baby he had given to Owen and Beru would continue the Jedi Order when he was gone. Not like there was much left of it though. He and Yoda were the only ones left.

He let out a shaky breath. He really tried not to think about it. But it was hard to remove the image of Anakin's burning body, or whatever remained after he chopped his legs off, out of his mind when that day had only happened a mere two weeks ago.

Two weeks. It had already been two weeks since Order 66, and the chaos that followed. The slaughter of younglings, the turning of the clones and the destruction of the Jedi Order. But the worst was it had been two weeks since Anakin Skywalker was killed, and since Darth Vader was created. Anakin Skywalker, first his Padawan, then a member of the order, then even fellow member of the Jedi council. He was his brother. He loved him.

Guilt ran through him. It was his fault. Everyone told him it wasn't, that Anakin made the decision himself, and therefore Obi-wan was not to blame. But all the reassurance didn't stop the fact that it was. He was to blame, he didn't do everything he could've and should've to protect his padawan from himself.

He failed him.

"No," he said to himself, "I can't just sit here and wallow in self pity." and it was true, he couldn't. He couldn't save an Order while trying to hold back tears and stressing over something that happened in the past that he couldn't change. And since he was going to have to look over Luke for a long time, he would have to set up some semblance of a new life. That would be impossible if he was too hung up on the past.

he searched through the small bag he had with him pulled out his macrobinoculars. He held them up to his eyes and looked at the small moisture farm on the horizon. Owen was outside, repairing something. Beru and Luke were probably inside, he concluded. His gaze went back over to Owen for a second, then realized he didn't have a speeder of his own.

It was one thing not having a speeder on Coruscant, since he could walk to many places and there were always speeders available for Jedi who needed. But on the next to abandoned planet of Tatooine where civilizations were few and far between, he more than once found himself wanting to find the speeder hanger, just to be reminded it didn't exist, then spent the whole walk to wherever he was going cursing himself for not having bought one. The fact that he'd never had buy one in the past just reminded him how good life was before. Before...

NO. he stopped himself again. He couldn't go down that route again for any longer. The past is in the past, and so is Obi-wan, and all that he was. He is ordinary Ben Kenobi now, not a Jedi, not a general, none of it, and he has to act like it.

He sighed heavily and stood up from the ledge. He picked up his cloak, shook it off and threw it on, causing him to heat up almost instantly. He put the macrobinoculars back in his bag and made his way back to the closest town, Milipel.

The walk was long, lonely and blistering hot, and the only thing he could think about was Anakins burning body and that hopefully he could find a speeder for cheep.

A/N: Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed please consider leaving a review, and i'll be back for the second chapter later!

- S