Hello all. So, err, yeah I don't know if you all know by now, but yesterday and today have been extremely sad days to me. Why? The Clone Wars season 5 poster 'Who will fall?' SPOILERS IN CASE YOU DON'T KNOW Satine died! Yup! I'm in a fragile state of grief for Obi-Wan and his love Satine and in a state of hatred for Maul who murdered someone else Obi-Wan loved before his eyes whilst he could do nothing! :'( I am living in denial and that she is still alive with Obi-Wan also declaring how much he loves her and beating the crap out of Maul as my hopes were crushed in 'The Lawless'! I HATE MAUL! And I'm pissed at Dave Filoni cos now this is canon! Sooooooooooo didn't want it to be! I WANTED SATINE TO LIVE! :'(

Anyway, here is the next update! Enjoy! :D

To The Brink Recovery: Discussion.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was standing alone in the comms room. The Jedi looked less haggard than the previous evening before Satine had taken him to the tranquil cave where he regained his composure and found some peace. However, he remained weary, his eyes staring hard at the comms centre, storm gaze boring into the controls.

Anakin and Ahsoka had not contacted him since they left about their progress and it was worrying him. As if he didn't have enough to worry about already with nearly killing everyone he cared about, succeeding at one point, only to bring her back to him. He forbid himself to think of it, but his mind refused, drove on to torture his already fragile and beaten soul. He knew that as a Jedi he should just let go. But he couldn't. He couldn't lose someone he loved; someone he needed, so he brought her back to him. He knew that he needed her as much as he needed the ability to breathe.

The air to him without her there felt wrong. Cold, bitter and stale, as if nothing around him was alive.

It came down to simple logic; he needed her in his life.

And he couldn't imagine his life without her living in it somehow.

He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing. These were thoughts that he didn't expect to consider again. These were thoughts he had only considered three times in his life, and each one led him to the same conclusion.

He was a Jedi. Thick and thin to the very end.

The Jedi Master understood that this is perhaps how Anakin felt at Republica 500, the night they were assigned to be Padme Amidala's Jedi protectors. Anakin had been paranoid about something happening to her, that much was obvious. Boasting about how he sensed everything that was going on in her room proved his worry and cracked the guarded walls around him that revealed he felt something more than mutual respect or friendship for the older woman.

Pushing himself off the wall he had been leaning against he was at the consoles side in two long strides, punching Anakin's comm channel into the controls. He anxiously waited for the younger Jedi to answer, hoping he was okay, although he already knew full well that Anakin was since he left his bond open to him so he at least had a fair idea on his former padawans wellbeing.

Finally, after the seconds ticked agonisingly slowly past him, Anakin's form appeared through a small hologram. He looked haggard and grim-faced as his eyes searched Obi-Wan's face. "Obi-Wan, are you all right?"

Nodding he replied, "Yes, Anakin, I'm fine thank you. I just contacted you to see how you were doing."

Anakin sighed, the exhaustion of his hunt showing prominently. "Not well. We haven't found Vizsla yet but I feel we are close. Ahsoka and I just survived an encounter with Dooku."

Obi-Wan's eyes widened in surprise. "Dooku? What was he doing there?"

"He told me and Ahsoka that the Death Watch have aligned themselves with the Sith. I'd be careful, Master," Anakin warned sincerely. "With Dooku out there he may strike in Sundari and attempt to capture or eliminate the Duchess."

The older Jedi's heart constricted. 'Not if I can help it.' His eyes flashed with brief anger before vanishing just as fast as it appeared. He didn't know if Anakin picked up on it, but he always knew that what Anakin had displayed in recklessness he made up for in perceptiveness. "I'll be on guard, and I'll get patrols set up as a precaution."

Anakin nodded. "Thank you, Master. We need to rest now. I feel through the Force that we are close to locating Vizsla. I promise you, Master, we'll find him and bring him to justice. Once and for all."

'You're definition of justice differs from mine depending on the situation, the criminal and his crimes, Anakin.' Obi-Wan thought, disturbed by his former padawans dark tone and the pause in his declaration before ending it.

"Take care, Anakin. May the Force be with you." Obi-Wan nodded.

Anakin returned the gesture. "And with you, Master." The hologram switched off, leaving Obi-Wan alone in the darkness of the room.

"I take it you heard the entire conversation?" He asked, knowing full well Satine had heard nearly every word that was exchanged.

He turned his head over his shoulder and watched as her shadow faded into the small amount of light that bled into the room. "Yes I heard."

"It's wrong to eavesdrop," he smirked, covering his slight annoyance. He didn't want her to know about the Sith's involvement.

"And it would be wrong to keep a secret of this importance from a ruler of her people who are in danger," she snapped, instantly irked.

He winced inwardly and sighed. He should have realised sooner that keeping this from her would do more harm than good.

"You're right," he conceded. "I just… didn't want to alarm you at this hour."

Satine stepped forward until she was standing just in front of him. "I've been alarmed ever since we successfully took Mandalore back from Vizsla," she said quietly, gazing at his shadowed facial features, his blue-grey eyes shining through the blackness. "You're still struggling with everything that you've done."

Obi-Wan snorted. "Yes, its everyday I nearly kill everyone I care about the most in my life," the sarcasm literally dripped from his voice, the agitation shining in his storm orbs. "I succeeded at one point."

Satine's eyes glistened with tears. "But then you brought me back." She whispered softly, taking his calloused hand in her petite and soft one and gently resting it on her abdomen. Obi-Wan's heart fluttered at the contact, and the butterflies flew inside his stomach again. He couldn't ignore the intimacy of the moment; their gazes boring intently into one another's. His hand in hers and on her stomach. How close they were standing together in the darkness. Alone.

"I hurt you." He tried not to choke on the sob that was building up inside his chest.

A single tear slipped free and trickled down her pale cheek, and it broke his heart into a million pieces. "That pain is gone now, Obi." She whispered so quietly that he only knew she spoke because he could see her lips forming the words. "Don't finishing healing that pain between us to forge a new one now."

Instantly he brought his strong arms around her and pulled her to him, crushing her body against his and holding on like a life line. He buried his face into her hair, breathing in her scent. He would not deceive himself into believing that Satine couldn't help him through this. He vividly recalled Qui-Gon telling him through the Force to love rather than rebuke. So, he held onto her in the hopes of her never leaving him.

I had to update! I needed to write something where Satine is ALIVE! *Goes off to a corner and cries hysterically at the loss of a remarkable character and Obi's love!* I may do an AU of that episode cos I am CERTAINLY DENYING the middle events of that episode! I only realise now how much I love her! R.I.P Duchess Satine Kryze of Mandalore! You'll be forever remembered! :'( :'S

I hope you enjoyed. :')