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Blaze: here's chapter 6 and I hope that you like it, reviews are much appreciated

Chapter 6

Memories

Obi-Wan sat up, his eyes narrowed slightly when he felt the flash of anger coming off of Anakin through the Force. Why is Anakin angry? He wondered silently as he swung his feet off of the bed he had been lying on. Sillia was still asleep, her blonde hair falling into her face and her chest gently rising and falling with each breath she took.

Obi-Wan stretched out with the Force but his former Padawan immediately put his shields up to block Obi-Wan from his mind. Letting out a long sigh, Obi-Wan turned in the bed before gently kissing Sillia on the forehead.

The young former Sith stirred before blinking open her dark green eyes. "Obi-Wan?" she murmured.

"Go back to sleep," Obi-Wan said gently.

Sillia narrowed her eyes as she pushed herself up to rest on her elbow. "I sensed the flash of anger coming from Skywalker," she said softly.

"I know. I'm going to go see what's wrong." Obi-Wan glanced at the clock before adding, almost ruefully, "I slept in anyway so I may as well get up."

Sillia sighed. "Just don't wake me up when you come back to bed," she said firmly.

"I'll try not to."

"I mean it, Kenobi," Sillia snapped back, the temper that Obi-Wan had gotten used to in the five years since they met, was starting to flare slightly.

"I know, I know. I'll be quiet," Obi-Wan replied before he pulled his Jedi robe on and made his way out of his room. He didn't need to walk very far because his room lay within the collection of rooms the Alliance had given Anakin just after the Battle of Lok five years earlier.

Leia was sitting on the couch in the living area and she leaped to her feet when Obi-Wan appeared from his room. "Uncle Obi-Wan," she said happily running across the room before wrapping her arms around Obi-Wan's legs.

Obi-Wan chuckled. "Hello Leia," he greeted the little girl.

Leia gazed up at Obi-Wan. "Dad mad," she said almost sadly.

"Where's Luke?"

"Trying to talk to dad."

"Do you know why he's mad?"

"That bad man insulted grandma," Leia replied.

Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes. That would certainly explain the flash of anger I felt, he thought.

"Why he get angry, Uncle?" Leia asked.

Obi-Wan gazed down at the little girl. "Your father's mother is a very…delicate subject to your father," he said softly. "I'll go try to calm him down if Luke isn't doing such a good job."

Leia nodded. "Okay," she said though she didn't let go of Obi-Wan's legs.

"Leia, I'm going to need my legs if I want to go talk to your father."

Leia laughed but let go of Obi-Wan's legs and the Jedi walked across the living area before knocking on the door to Anakin's room.

"Go away!" Anakin's sharp voice sounded through the door.

"Anakin, it's me," Obi-Wan called softly.

There was a moment of silence before the door slide open and Luke poked his small head out of the room. "Dad's really mad and sad," he said softly gesturing with his head to where Anakin was sitting on his bed, a silhouette in the darkness of his room. "Can't cheer him up," the boy added almost sadly.

Obi-Wan placed a hand on Luke's shoulder. "It's all right, Luke. I'll try talking to him but he's stubborn," he said. "Why don't you go play with your sister?"

"Okay," Luke said though he didn't seem too enthusiastic about it. Obi-Wan knew that his bond with Anakin made him sense what Anakin is feeling and the sadness that Anakin was projecting through the Force was hurting not only him but Luke as well.

Obi-Wan stepped aside to allow Luke to walk past him before he entered the room and walked to Anakin's side. "Anakin?" He said softly.

"Leave me alone, Obi-Wan, I don't want to talk about it," Anakin murmured.

"Leia told me someone insulted your mother," Obi-Wan said softly, "and I've always known that your mother has been a delicate subject."

"You don't know the half of it, Obi-Wan," Anakin snapped turning to look at him and Obi-Wan was startled when he saw tears and hot anger in his friend's eyes. He sat down beside his former Padawan before placing a hand on Anakin's shoulder.

"Then tell me, Anakin," he said softly.

Anakin gazed at his former master for a long moment before he looked away. "Do you remember when you learned that Padmé and I went to Tatooine prior to the Battle of Geonosis?" he asked quietly.

"Yes."

"I went there because my dreams about my mother were getting worse and I had to see what was happening to her. I…I found her in the clutches of Tusken Raiders. They…They beat her to death, Obi-Wan, they caused her to die," Anakin whispered. "She died in my arms and I couldn't do anything to stop it. I…I was so angry, I've never been so angry before. I hated the Tusken Raiders with a passion and I used my anger that dreadful day. I…I slaughtered the entire Tusken Raider's camp, men, women and even the children, I…I didn't leave a single one of them alive."

Obi-Wan felt shocked but he didn't show it on his face as he put his arm around Anakin's shoulders. "Everyone feels that kind of anger sometimes, Anakin, even me," he said softly.

"You've never felt the kind of anger and hatred that I've felt, Obi-Wan, so don't give me that," Anakin snapped glaring at Obi-Wan but Obi-Wan just locked eyes with him calmly.

"Anakin, when Siri was killed, I wanted so badly to kill Magus for killing her but I knew the consequence of killing him. You don't know how hard it was for me to control my anger and release it into the Force. I was very close to doing the same thing that you did but I didn't," Obi-Wan said.

"What stopped you?" Anakin asked softly.

"I heard my master's voice in my mind," Obi-Wan replied. "Qui-Gon spoke to me and told me that killing Magus wouldn't solve anything, it would only intensify the conflict we've been trying to stop."

Anakin was silent for a long moment. "I thought I heard Master Qui-Gon telling me to stop when I killed the Tusken Raiders, I…I should have listened to him," he whispered, tears in his voice as well as his eyes.

Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around the man that he looked to as the younger brother he never had. "What happened has happened, it's in the past and nothing can change it. The only thing that we can do right now is learn from our mistakes and not lose ourselves in our anger," he said softly.

Anakin smiled faintly. "That's always been a trial for me," he admitted.

Obi-Wan smiled. "You aren't in this by yourself, Anakin. You know that I'm here for you and so is Padmé as well as Sillia and your children," he said. He paused for a moment before adding, "Luke's sensing the guilt and the sadness that you're feeling, Anakin and it's worrying him."

Anakin gazed at his master for a long moment before sighing. "I should probably go speak to him," he said softly.

"Yes, that would be a good idea," Obi-Wan replied.

"I can't do it, Mom, I just can't do it," Anakin whispered lowering the bag to the ground.

"Ani…" Shmi said softly.

Anakin swallowed. "Will I ever see you again?" he asked in a small voice.

"What does your heart tell you?" Shmi asked.

"Yes, maybe, I guess," Anakin replied.

"Then we'll see each other again."

"Ani?"

"I'm here, Mom," Anakin whispered gently taking his mother's hand in his.

"Ani? Ani?" Shmi Skywalker murmured. "Oh, you've grown so handsome. My son."

"Stay with me, Mom," Anakin said firmly, feeling his mother's life force start to ebb away.

"Now I am complete," Shmi whispered. "I love…." She paused for a moment, uncertain before trying again, "I love…" She broke off again before adding in a quiet voice, "I love…" before she passed on.

Such uncontrollable hatred and icy rage coursed through Anakin's veins, blotting out the sense of the outside world as he sliced through the first Tusken Raider and leapt at the others, moving his lightsaber swiftly as he sliced through them.

"Anakin, Anakin, no!" Qui-Gon's familiar voice sounded in the vaults of Anakin's mind but he didn't pay attention to the voice as he continued to sliced through the Tusken Raiders, men, women and children, that got in his way.

Anakin gasped before sitting up sharply, fear coursing through his veins and a cold sweat covering his body. He knew the recurring memories came into his mind only because of the guilt that he was feeling over what happened in the Tusken Raider's camp.

"Dad?" a small voice sounded as Anakin swung his feet off of his bed and buried his face into his real hand and his mechanical hand, both of which were uncovered as they usually were when he slept. He glanced up slightly as Luke poked his head into the room, his eyes filled with worry.

Anakin held out a hand to his son and Luke walked over to join him before taking his hand. Anakin gently lifted his son into his arms before holding his five-year-old son close to him, resting his chin on Luke's head.

Luke squirmed slightly and Anakin murmured softly, "Please don't move, Luke, you're presence is comforting."

Luke gazed up at his father. "Felt your fear," he whispered. "It scared me."

Anakin tightened his grip on his son, his son's bright Force presence soothing the anxiety and fear that Anakin was feeling. "I'm sorry if I scared you, Luke," he whispered. "I didn't mean to do so."

"Where's mom?" Luke asked.

Anakin smiled. "Speaking with the leaders of the Alliance," he replied. "I don't think she'll be back until later."

Luke nodded before resting his head on his father's chest. "Want to stay with you," he said softly.

"All right," Anakin said softly before he lied back down on the bed and Luke curled up beside him before resting his head on his father's chest again.

"Why you have that?" He asked pointing to Anakin's mechanical arm.

Anakin glanced at it before flexing it slightly. "It's living proof that not everyone is invincible and anything can happen," he replied softly.

Luke gazed up at his father and was silent for a longl moment. Anakin could see a questioning look on his son's face and he waited for his son to gather his thoughts and ask teh question that's on his mind. "What happened to grandma?" Luke asked finally.

Anakin winced. "She…She was killed, eight years ago," he murmured softly.

Luke's eyes grew round with surprise and anger. "By who?" he demanded.

"You don't have to worry about her murderers, Son, I already took care of them." Anakin paused for a moment before adding, "Though I do regret it."

"Why?"

"Because it was wrong."

"Why?"

"It's not the Jedi way to kill someone to avenge someone else."

"Why not?"

"It just is."

"But why?"

Anakin smiled. "I know children are naturally curious but it gets a bit redundant when you keep repeating the same question over and over again," he said.

"Why's that?"

Anakin chuckled. "Go to sleep, Luke," he murmured softly to his son.

Luke gazed up at his father before smiling. "Okay," he said before he rested his head on his father's chest and a moment later, Anakin could hear the gentle breathing that told him his son was asleep.

But Anakin couldn't get back to sleep. Now that he thought about what had happened earlier that day, another question appeared in his mind, one that he didn't consider earlier.

How did Alan know about what happened to my mother?

A/n what do you think?

Blaze: that was chapter 6

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Blaze: please review and I'll post chapter 7 as soon as I possibly can but I doubt it will be anytime soon, probably next week if not later. Thank you to everyone who helped me get 34 reviews and I'll post the next chapter as soon as I possibly can. Maybe I'll post sooner if I can get forty two reviews, not to sound demanding or anything.