"Obi-Wan! Master!" Anakin had sensed a faint tremor through the force, he had known it was from Obi-Wan and he had run all through the hallway to catch up when he found Obi-Wan collapsed. He sunk to his knees by his side and gently brushed some of the stray hair from his fevered face. "Please wake up..." He whispered as he took Obi-Wan by the shoulders and held him close before picking him up. He quickly pressed the buttons on the door pad and the door slid open so he could lay Obi-Wan down on a sleep couch.

Heat pulsed off of the man's skin like he was being cooked from inside. Actually in all honesty, he was! And now sweat had being soaking his hair down to slick to his forehead and his tunic to his skin. The padawan was torn between pulling off his cloak to lessen to heat, or let Obi-Wan sweat out the fever. But the former was no option.

Relief flooded into his when a healer arrived, and then stared with a momentary look of surprise at Obi-Wan, she hadn't expected him in such horrible condition. "His fever hasn't dropped I see."

"No." Anakin shook his head. "And he passed out before he could come into the room."

She sighed and shook her head before motioning Anakin to leave. He didn't budge, almost ignoring the gesture to the door entirely. It was when she finally verbally requested for him to leave that he finally walked out. The clock read that it was around lunch time, but suddenly he wasn't hungry. He was exhausted and wary like if he just finished a very demanding exercise.

In the waiting room, he found himself a comfortable spot on a chair, and slowly relaxed enough to meditate. It was hard, his fears would suddenly spike and he would become edgy all over again and he would have to force calm once again. He hated having to do that.

In his mind he could see inside the room, and feel the pain that Obi-Wan was feeling. He allowed this to happen, he needed to know how he felt. When his Master started to stir, the healer pushed down on his shoulder a little harder to keep him from standing up. Anakin sent a signal to him to calm down again, and was relieved to see it work. Finally, he returned to himself.

It was an hour later that the healer returned. "You should go back to your quarters, young Skywalker."

"Is Obi-Wan going to be okay?" He asked.

She sighed. "He hasn't responded to treatment, I've tried everything. Now please, return to your quarters."

"Can I see him?" Anakin asked.

"No. Let your Master rest." She told him. "I'll let you see him in the morning."

A tremor in the force! He felt it! He couldn't wait until tomorrow, he needed to see Obi-Wan now! He pushed past her and started to run down to the room. When the door opened, he was assaulted by waves of heat pulsing off of Obi-Wan, his fever was only rising!

Anakin shut the door and ran up to the sleep couch. Now that he could see his master, he looked worse than before Anakin left! His face flushed and wet with sweat. But he was shivering. Perfectly still otherwise, he was laying flat on his back. So Anakin sat down to the edge of the sleep couch and held onto Obi-Wan's wrist. The man visibly cringed. He felt like a helpless child, clinging onto his father as the man was probably on his deathbed.

"Please... wake up..." He whispered as he gripped a little tighter. "Please..."

"He will be alright."

He felt like he would look up and see the healer had opened the open, but no one was around him. The voice was disembodied. So he ignored it.

Have you ever felt frozen, yet you feel like you're burning into a crisp at the same time? Well that's how Obi-Wan felt. Now apart from that, it felt like he was submerged in water. He couldn't breathe. It was dark. And he felt like something would just jump from nowhere to end him.

He felt something take hold of his wrist, and he looked down. It was Anakin! As the small boy he once was. His blue eyes looked up at him curiously and sadly. "Where is Qui-Gon? Is he coming back?"

That made his throat close up entirely as he blinked, letting a tear free. He swept his hand up to stop it as grazed across his cheek; he felt with surprise that his beard was none existent. Like he was nineteen again. It took a moment until he managed to calm himself and choke out, "No. He isn't coming."

"Where did he go?" Anakin asked.

Obi-Wan looked out at the stars that appeared out of nowhere. "Somewhere. Far away that we will never see him."

"Obi-Wan?"

He didn't look down. "Yes?"

"Do you miss him?"

"Yes. I do. And always will."

"Run! You're not safe here!"

Qui-Gon! He recognized that voice immediately as his. But how could this not be safe? It was just him and Anakin! Nothing could hurt him here!

Sudden pain ripped across his back, and he couldn't suppress his scream.

"Obi-Wan! Run!" Qui-Gon shouted.

Obi-Wan scrambled to his feet and started twisting and turning every which way to see where his attacker has gone, but nothing! Anakin had vanished into the darkness and he was alone again. He thought he was alone. But he felt agony explode across his shoulders! Without wasting any more time, he was racing away into the void of black, hoping to lose the creature.

He came to a stop at as he saw himself running towards him, when he was closer he recognized it as a mirror. Now as he turned, he saw them all around him, his reflection showing him fresh claw marks across his back and shoulders. Then he saw movement in the mirrors, he didn't know from where so he started spinning around to find the source, about to grab his lightsaber when he found it wasn't there. That was when he broke into a mad run and jumped as high as he could, clearing the wall of mirrors and sprinting at full speed.

Something then caught his ankle and he fell forward, smashing into the floor, which shattered like glass. If he felt like he was drowning before, he was seriously drowning now! Icy water seeped in, the cold gripping his very bones. He began to sink towards a light at the bottom when the air was smacked right out of him! The air was gone from his lungs as everything begun to blur together before he was rammed again. Now he sunk faster without the air keeping him aloft, and was drawing closer towards the light at the bottom. He needed air though, and fought vainly to swim up towards the distant surface. He only felt heavy and his lungs burned with lack of air, his back stung now.

"Sleep... You'll be alright..." A voice hummed into his ear. It sounded like a woman's, he could feel her hands reach over his injured shoulders and gently touch his chest, right where his heart was.

"No! Don't listen! It's a trap!" Another, more familiar voice told him. Though he couldn't see him, he knew he was close. He could feel Qui-Gon's presence as if he was right next to him now.

"There is nothing to fear." The woman's voice soothed. "Sleep."

All his fight was gone. His resolve broke. He shut his eyes and slipped away from this horrible place, hoping to find calm. Praying for safety and warmth. That maybe when he opened his eyes that this was all some nightmare, and everything is really okay.

So what do you think? Felt like giving Obi-Wan some serious scary crap to deal with. So here it is!