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“My darling, I cannot think of a universe where I hate you.”

Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi switches lives with Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. He thought it'd be easy, pretending to be the other man. But Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker was not like his own Master: he's colder and detached, and when he looks at Obi-Wan, he sees nothing but anger.

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Through the cloudy, thick glass of his bacta tank, Obi-Wan barely made out the erratic movements of his Master, barking orders at the medics and soldiers, demanding for answers. Who was responsible for the attack, why weren’t medics deployed sooner? When was he going to recover?

The tank muted most sounds, but he heard every question through the Force. His Master had no qualms hiding his anger. As his body numbed from the bacta, his Master’s words pushed through, filling their bond with grief.

He felt everything. Panic, fury, sorrow .

He hated when his Master was sad. They had shared so much in the last few years that Obi-Wan could make out every physical reaction to his Master’s emotions. His happiness was brighter than a thousand suns, lifting Obi-Wan like he was weightless. His anger was an eruption of a volcano, bursting and melting everyone and everything in his path.

But his Master’s sadness had the heaviest effect.

It was like drowning, unable to reach the surface. Hopelessness darkened his mind, with the light just barely shining through. His Master clawed back to the light, but not without dragging his heart first.

He hated when his Master was sad. He hated it more that he was the cause of it.

Obi-Wan should have seen it coming. The planet was too quiet, too accepting of Jedi when they were clearly Separatists. The enemy bided their time, waiting until their own defenses were down before attacking. And if Obi-Wan would have just sensed their presence sooner... If he was a good Padawan, he could have acted faster.

He failed his Master. He failed himself. And if not for the bacta he would have died.

This was the life of a Jedi. Self sacrifices for the greater good. He did his part. And it should be easy to accept.

A slap against the glass startled his thoughts. His eyes were heavy, body aching, head pounding. He just wanted to sleep.

But through the glass, his Master pressed his hands, the only way to physically touch him.

He was apologizing through their bond, but why should he? It wasn’t his fault.

Come back to me , he heard. Don’t leave me, Obi-Wan.

Master Skywalker was drowning again. Even through their bond his voice was broken, desperate to stay afloat.

With a weakened hand, Obi-Wan reached out to the glass, through the Force, for his Master to hear him. He could barely think, head so heavy and throbbing from the explosion, but he must have sent something because tears flowed through his Master’s eyes.

Tears just for him.

He promised he wasn’t going to leave. He was here. Just hanging on.

But he needed sleep

Obi-Wan awoke with a gasp, inhaling dry air that pierced his throat, and he coughed until he felt his insides bleeding. Surrounding him was a cold atmosphere, nothing like emerging from a bacta tank. In fact, he was not in a tank at all, and instead in a small bunk.

He was lying on a bed that just barely fit him. The bunk next to his was empty, but if Obi-Wan reached out he could touch it. No other room would be this small except for a ship.

Why was he on a ship?

Obi-Wan stood out of bed slowly, checking for any remaining scars from his injuries. Besides some bruises and scrapes, and a soreness to his lower back, he was fine. Too fine. Bacta was a miracle medicine but no way could it have healed him that fast.

Even if he was removed from the tank, he was wearing his under tunic instead of the medical robes.

Looking down on himself, his under tunic was not like what he wore before. A uniform hung on the door, also different from his padawan robes. When he took a closer look, and noticed the armor, he saw it was not Padawan standard at all--it was a Knighted Uniform.

Obi-Wan lifted his hand to his mouth in disbelief, feeling a scratchy, fully grown beard.

He ran into the refresher, searching for a mirror, and he stumbled at the man staring back.

It was him, somehow, an older version with the same blue eyes and auburn hair. He’d aged significantly, almost twenty years he guessed based on the gray strands in his hair, and the fact he just looked so weary .

How long was he in the bacta tank? And why was he on a ship?

Obi-Wan tried again to feel the Force signature of his Master, or any other Jedi on the ship, and came back with nothing. In fact, he couldn’t feel his Master at all.

That...had to be impossible. Even when they were separated by galaxies, his Master’s Force signature transcended all of space. They would talk through their bond, as if his Master was just whispering in his ear.

The bond he felt now was muted, like at any moment it could be severed.

Obi-Wan left his quarters, running up to the pilot's seat. Sitting in as the pilot was a clone in yellow. "Oh, General Kenobi, you're up."

Although clones sounded and looked the same, Obi-Wan learned to differentiate them. "They're still human," Master Skywalker would say with utmost kindness, a reminder that no one was expendable in battle.

It was Cody, though older too judging by some of his battle scars. His uniform indicated a higher rank as well, whereas the Cody he knew was still just a foot soldier, a shiney, he called himself.

"Cody? Where...?"

Cody immediately put the plane on autopilot. "Sir, you should probably still be resting. You took a hard hit on Altair"

Sir, general, a knighted uniform in his room--what kind of ranking did he suddenly have when he was just a Padawan uncleared for the trials?

"Sir?" Cody asked again.

"What...year is it?"

Wrong question as Cody's eyes widened with concern. "I'll schedule a medic at the loading bay. You should go back to your quarters."

"Cody, please."

"20 BBY year sir." Cody said with a sigh. "Please tell me you remember your own name, otherwise the Council will have a fit."

It was the same year last he remembered, yet why did Cody look so much older? Why was Obi-Wan older? "And the month?"

"We’re in the fifth month and exactly 19:58 standard time. General, please lie down before I make you."

His tone was at least light, and it brought out a nervous chuckle from Obi-Wan. "Thank you."

But he couldn’t lie down, not when he instead searched head to toe in his tiny bunk until he found his communicator and datapad, storing all logs and necessary data for him to read upon. Sure enough, the year was one he remembered, but it was at least three months advanced. According to his log, he and the 212st battalion went to planet Altair, a neutral mid-rim planet that had expressed interest in joining the Republic. Besides some opposition from a small group of citizens, there was no loss of soldiers or lives. Obi-Wan’s injuries came from a rebel who happened to get too close to that planet’s Senator, and he protected the Senator while arresting the attacker.

It was a standard mission, similar to the ones he and his Master were assigned before, except Obi-Wan was the only Jedi on this. No mentions of Skywalker, anywhere.

And his ranking only confirmed it. He was a General, and a Master Jedi Knight.

Speaking of, where was his Master--or Anakin, if he was no longer his Master? It felt weird to think of them that way. Now on equal ground.

The immature, love struck side of Obi-Wan wanted to stay by his side forever. He wanted to be knighted, yet knew if he was they'd be separated. So to stay a Padawan forever, or finally move up in rank?

He went through his call logs, surprised to see the scarcity of when they last spoke. Most of their communication was through quick, one worded texts, with a call log only lasting a few minutes.

Although they had their bond, Obi-Wan liked hearing Anakin's voice through their communicators too. His Master always checked in on him when he was away on mission and Obi-Wan was stuck in the Temple, sneaking into Anakin's room to steal his pillow or blanket while they spoke.

But from these messages alone, from the bond that now Obi-Wan was sure was just his imagination, he and Anakin were nothing more than Jedi knights. No attachment.

That...should be a good thing. After all, attachments were forbidden for Jedi.

Master Skywalker was known to bend the rules, and already a rebellious Padawan, Obi-Wan only followed suit.

He closed his communicator, deciding he'd wait until they reached Coruscant to talk to him.

Yet...without their bond the room felt like ice.

A medic was on site the second they landed, scanning him first for external injuries which came up cleared. No signs of internal head injuries with the next scan, making Cody raise his eyebrow in skepticism.

"See, just a little rattled." Obi-Wan said with a light laugh. He thought about what Master Skywalker would say to Rex. "Go ahead and copy me on the report. Good work out there."

"Thanks, sir." Cody said, eying him warily.

Now in the Temple, Obi-Wan made a bee line to his Master's room, maybe he'd have an inkling on what's going on and this new time shift.

Obi-Wan just made it to the Jedi apartments when he ran into Master Tano, her presence making him do a double take.

She was so young, not much older than sixteen if he had to guess. Her montrals and head trails were short, the patterns barely forming. She was looking up at him, rather than down as when he usually greeted her.

"Welcome back Master Kenobi." She said, her voice familiarly cheerful as the Master Tano he knew. "How was Altair?"

"Ah, business as usual.” There was so much he wanted to ask. Her age, his own too, what was the Force doing to them. “Listen, I hate to rush but I'm looking for Ma-- Anakin." He corrected himself in time. "Is he in his room?"

"He is," she asked, squinting her eyes suspiciously, "But are you sure you want to see him?"

Why wouldn't he? "Yes, just need to have a talk."

She sighed, clearly relieved as she touched his arm. "Oh thank the Force. Please, it's been months but it's time you two move past this."

"Right... so I'll be--" He gestured over to his room, and Ahsoka wished him luck as she headed down to the dining hall.

Whatever he and Anakin are moving past, he was going to find out soon enough. Without knocking he entered Anakin's room, something his Master more often gave him permission to do. "Master?" He called out once the doors closed.

From the bathroom, his Master stepped out in just a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. His body was dripping with water. Obi-Wan noted, along with looking like a wet dream, he was younger, shorter hair too, and not at all pleased to see him in his room.

"Obi-Wan, what are you doing here?"

His tone stopped Obi-Wan in his tracks. He may look and sound like his Master, but the way he said his name, with venom rather than adoration, was enough to make any Jedi or Sith rethink their next words.

"I wanted to see you."

Don't leave me, Obi-Wan

"Well, here you are." Anakin said, voice exasperated. "Any news? Otherwise I need to get ready. Got a meeting with Chancellor Palpatine."

Obi-Wan involuntarily made a face at that name. He'd never been fond of politicians, and while Anakin had a nicer approach to them, he's said, and in his most educated vocabulary, how he found Palpatine gross.

"Don't make that face." Anakin rolled his eyes. "I know you hate him but I missed our other lunches."

"Do you not feel it?" Obi-Wan asked instead, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Feel what?"

That our bond is hanging by the thinnest thread in the universe.

"Different." He tried instead, still feeling so unwanted by him.

"Not really." Anakin answered quickly as he made it to the door of his bedroom. "If that's all, I'd like some privacy? That is if you even care for my opinion."

It hurt, even though Obi-Wan had no idea why it was warranted at him. But it was clear Anakin was pushing him away.

His Master never rejected him before.

"My apologies Mas...Anakin."

Anakin didn't wait for him to leave, just closed the bedroom door to create another barrier between them.

“The Force works in mysterious ways,” Master Skywalker once said while flying idly through the galaxy. It was just the two of them, sitting at the cockpit with their feet on the dash, Anakin looking straight ahead at the endless stars, Obi-Wan unable to take his eyes off him. They were returning from a simple diplomatic mission ending earlier than anticipated, so why not take in the scenery? The Council wasn’t expecting them back for a few days, anyway.

But then Master Skywalker snorted at his own comment. "I don't like the idea of fate."

"What do you mean?"

"Fate, premonitions, destinies. I don't care what higher being is out there, what gives them the right to control us when we all have the ability to make decisions for ourselves?"

"I don't know." Obi-Wan answered honestly. It was something he never exactly thought about. "I just know...it led me here." With you.

That brought a warm smile on his Master's face, who turned to him with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

"I supposed it has."

"So you admit it? The Force wanted us together?"

"If the Force brought us together, it was us who decided that we were meant for each other." Anakin rectified. He reached out, finger tips twirling around the end of Obi-Wan’s Padawan braid. Tied in was a red ribbon, one his master braided in for him when they were officially assigned together. "I mean, what if we hated each other?"

Obi-Wan pouted. "Master, do not joke about a scenario.”

The small smile on Anakin’s face turned into a wolf-like grin. He lightly tugged on the braid, so Obi-Wan stood from his seat and rightfully planted himself in his Master’s lap, curling his legs up to his chest and resting his head under his Master's chin. Warmth waved through his body when he felt his Master’s lips on his forehead. “My darling, I cannot think of a universe where I hate you.”

It wasn't hard to catch on, so to speak. If there was anything Obi-Wan could give himself it was his organizational tendencies. Between himself and his Master, one of them had to keep their reports in order.

This Kenobi had all records categorized by dates, neatly found on his datapad and backed up in the Jedi temple's main archives. Sorting from the beginning, it was clear the reality he once knew had turned itself on its head.

Because it was another universe, that was the only explanation to where he was. The Force had sent his soul into the body of an older Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master, war General, and former Master of Knight Anakin Skywalker.

That last detail was still so foreign to Obi-Wan. Him, teaching Anakin? What could he possibly have to offer when Anakin was the best Jedi in the entire universe?

Yet, this Anakin was very similar to his own. He was discovered to be force-sensitive at ten, had high grades during training, and was knighted at just nineteen. He still seemed to have a hot-headed attitude, punching first and asking questions later, while keeping his General rank for the Clone Wars.

[Though it was hard to wrap around that it was Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan who found him, when it was the late Master Dooku and then Padawan Tano who landed on Tatooine. Qui-Gon, a Jedi Master? Not the man he and Anakin constantly fought, channeling so much of the dark side his face was almost unrecognizable.]

This Anakin was also the same age when he was assigned his Padawan learner, however he and Ahsoka have only been working together for a year, while Obi-Wan was reaching his seventh year under his tutelage. He should be taking the trials soon and be knighted.

The thought of his Master with another Padawan was another crushing blow to his young heart. Even if it was Ahsoka Tano, one of the greatest Jedi Masters in the temple, he didn’t like that Anakin had a bond with someone other than him.

The bond between Padawan and Master was made to guide each other, learn how the Force works through someone so in-tune with it. Yet his bond with Anakin was more than that. Beyond what a student and a teacher should be.

He heard the whispers in the halls, calling it unnatural. Attached. He ignored their words.

It was Obi-Wan who said he loved him first, and then begged not to sever their bond through tears and desperation. Even if his Master could never love him back, he couldn’t stand the idea of being detached from his presence.

Who wouldn’t fall for such a caring Master, one who encouraged him to think with his heart above anything else? One who kept him warm at night, and cried for him when hurt. A Master’s first and foremost duty was to protect his Padawan, and Anakin Skywalker did just that.

He still remembered his Master’s tear stricken face when he and Luminara were trapped under rubble, running out of air with little options left. He heard his Master’s cries, and the relief when their masters found them alive.

Only for them to be scolded by the Council later. For prioritizing the lives of the Padawans over the mission.

He heard the conversation through their bond.

Are you prepared to let your Padawan go?

No. Never.

That’s when he knew Anakin was more than his mentor. Anakin loved him. Anakin would never let him go.

And maybe he still hadn’t. There’s something still there in the back of his mind. Hanging so tightly it could snap at any moment–but it was still there.

Yoda knew something was wrong because no matter what universe Obi-Wan was in, he seemed to always be the GrandMaster, able to see through the Forces, eons away. The second Obi-Wan walked into the Council room, Yoda eyed him and made some kind of disgruntled sound. He never said anything verbally, but whether or not that was to Obi-Wan’s advantage he didn’t know.

Yoda was the most respectable Jedi, yet Obi-Wan was always weary of his well meaning intentions. He was the one to bring up separating Obi-Wan and Anakin when Obi-Wan was seventeen, when his feelings for his Master became too much and exuded for all to feel. But Anakin refused, saying Obi-Wan’s journey to Knighthood would be completed by him and him only—how cruel would it be to sever a bond and risk a Padawan’s health?

They were kept under close watch for years, and his Anakin, being the upstanding Jedi he was, never touched him in that way until he was of age. And Obi-Wan pushed what they could do. Obi-Wan would crawl into his bed just to lay next to him, or hold his Master’s hand when weaving through Coruscant’s crowded night markets. Kissing his master’s cheeks when they were tipsy and giggly.

Anakin said he would wait until he was Knighted, just to make sure Obi-Wan truly felt the way he did.

But he knew his Master loved him as much. He’d hold Obi-Wan by his waist when they slept together, lacing their fingers together when walking through the night market. He’d kiss Obi-Wan’s forehead, call him his darling when it was just the two of them. Promising that he was his , no matter his rank in the Jedi.

Obi-Wan had grown so used to his Master’s affection, seeing his eyes now, hardened and cold, as they sat across from each other, only made Obi-Wan want to bow and beg for his forgiveness.

I cannot think of a universe where I hate you.

That’s what his Master said, and this man was not him, even though they shared every physical feature.

After what felt like five long days of rest on Coruscant, with Obi-Wan spending most of his time in his room trying to navigate the world he was now occupying, he was called for a meeting with the Council, and was surprised to see Anakin in the room with them.

“As you two know Risa III has been a neutral planet serving both Republic and Separatist for fuel and mining resources. However, just outside their airspace Separatist ships attacked a Risa III cargo ship filled with supplies bought by the Republic. We’ll need you two to retrieve the supplies and free the crew.”

Obi-Wan didn’t miss the skeptical look Anakin gave the Council.

“Sounds simple enough, though I’m sure Snips and I can handle this.”

That bit of jealousy rose in his chest again. That was the same nickname he had for Master Tano…when she was his Master, not the other way around.

“We’ve been informed the attacker is Toro Rafuge.”

More similarities. In his world Toro was a pirate who typically aimed at any cargo transports, Republic or Separatist, and had no qualms taking hostages for more money. He ran loose because their main focus was always freeing the hostages first.

Anakin seemed to recognize the name, as he groaned and said, “So you need the Negotiator and his attack dog instead? Fine.”

“...Glad to see you’ve easily accepted this.” Mace said dryly. “We have your ship ready in the hangar.”

Obi-Wan tried not to let his nerves get to him. He read up on his file–considered the best Negotiator in the Temple. Except in his world. Ahsoka was the Negotiator. Obi-Wan would barely call himself a negotiator, considering how his last mission literally blew up in his face.

“Nervous, you seem.” Yoda spoke, eyes boring into Obi-Wan. He knew, he definitely knew!

“It will pass.” He said, straightening his back and chest puffed. “I’m sure we can deal with this just fine.”

Yoda only hummed. “Talk, when you are ready.”

Nodding, Obi-Wan slipped out into the hall, following Anakin who was sending a message through his communicator.

He held himself back from reaching out, from standing side by side and having his Master put his arm around his shoulders, holding him close.

Instead, he watched Anakin speak to Rex, informing him of their assignment and asking to take a few Clones from his battalion. The exchange was quick, and soon enough Obi-Wan, Anakin, and a team of five clones, were off.

“For Kark’s sake, stay in bed Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan winced. Rarely did his master call him by his family name, so when he did he knew he pushed too far. “Master, it’s a cold .”

“You’re sweating like a waterfall, I think it’s more than a cold.” Master Skywalker shook his head and clicked his tongue once he saw his temperature reading. “Temp still hasn’t gone down. I’ll call the healer.”

“...Fine.” Obi-Wan grumbled, curling further into his sheets. He wasn’t sure how his temperature was so high when he was freezing . He was already wearing a long robe under two sets of blankets, one his and one his Master’s, and it still wasn’t enough.

“You’re cute when you pout.” Skywalker said. With his human hand, he brushed away Obi-Wan’s sweaty bangs that stuck to his forehead.

“‘M not cute. I’m a guy.”

“I noticed, and you’re still cute.”

It was the fever that made him blush, not his Master’s praise.

A knock on their door felt like a hammer slamming into Obi-Wan’s head. He noticed his Master wince too, probably feeling his pain through their bond, as Skywalker went to answer.

Through half-lidded eyes he saw Master Secura and her Padawan, Quinlan, on the other side. They weren’t wearing their Jedi robes, but casual clothes.

“Hey Anakin, thought you and Kenobi would like to join us out for dinner?”

“Ah, sorry Aayla. My Padawan fell ill after our last mission.”

Obi-wan sunk further into his sheets. How embarrassing to come out of a planet, rescuing their population from violent terrorists, only to fall ill after a child coughed on him as a thank you? He was fifteen and a Padawan, and yet that sick child had more energy than him!

“Damn, you alright there Obi-Wan?” Quinlan asked, peeking into the room.

Obi-Wan groaned, turning his back towards them.

“Is Torban here? Could really use some meds.”

“No, he’s off planet. But we can drop by the market for supplies.”

He felt relief from his Master. “Thank you, that’d be great.”

Master Secura and Quinlan said their goodbyes, promising to return in a few hours with ingredients for his fever.

The bed dipped with his Master’s weight. A cold towel laid on his head, followed by a hand rubbing his back. It felt good.

“Quinlan couldn’t keep his eyes off you.” His Master teased. “After I make your medicine, I can have him watch you, if you’d like.” Obi-Wan shook his head. “No?”

It was quiet for a moment, but his Master hadn't left his side. Obi-Wan turned over, seeing he was under the watchful gaze of the Chosen One.

Selfishly, it made Obi-Wan feel special that Anakin Skywalker chose–no– begged to be Obi-Wan’s Master. He saved him from a life in the AgriCorps, giving him a second chance to be a Jedi. Anakin’s full attention was to him and him only. He was the Chosen One’s chosen one.

“I know the Jedi Code forbids attachments…but that doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun. I know you and Quinlan are close, it’s okay to indulge a little.”

Obi-Wan shook his head. “It’s not that. Quinlan’s nice but…”

He wasn’t sure if he said something through their Force Bond, but his Master’s eyes lit up almost knowingly. “Oh, someone else caught your eye? Who?”

His Master nudged him, getting a laugh out of Obi-Wan. “None of your business, Master.”

“Boo, you’re no fun.” There was no malice in his voice. “Let him down easy, alright? I think if he could, he’d get sick for you.

He tried to snort because Quinlan willingly getting sick? He’d chew his own arm first before that. Instead a set of violent coughs came out of him, hurting his entire body.

Obi-Wan groaned again. The medicine couldn’t come sooner. If only the medkits they had would do something, but those were for external injuries, not viruses.

“Oh, my Padawan.” He felt his Master’s hand run through his hair. “Hold on, I'm going to try something.”

He was turned onto his back, the layers of sheets removed from his torso. The only thing that stopped him from shivering in pain was his Master’s hand on his forehead, and a surge of energy suddenly flowing through his body.

The aches in his muscles subsided, dizziness slowly fading out. In his head, he saw a woman looking down and smiling at him. He felt her warm embrace, and her tears as she became one with the sand. He saw a younger Master Tano, holding his hand through training, the cheers of a civilization saved. He saw himself–

Obi-Wan shot up from his bed, gasping for air he wasn’t breathing.

“I’m sorry Obi-Wan.” His Master’s voice was frantic. “That was too much, wasn’t it?”

“No, no Master it was just…” He took a moment to feel himself. He wasn’t in the same amount of pain as earlier, and the room was no longer spinning. “Were you Force healing me?”

His Master gently pushed him back into the bed, replacing his now warm cloth with a cool one. “Trying to.”

“I thought only healers could do that?”

“I asked to learn.” His Master said, running his hand through his hair again. He loved the sensation, wishing his Master would do it more often. “It’s not perfect, I use it on myself mostly. I apologize if what you felt was unpleasant.”

“Not at all. It was…different was all. I saw a woman. And a lot of sand.”

“Ah, then I believe I introduced you to my mother. She…I think about her when I need to heal.”

His hand never left his head. Obi-Wan wondered if she did the same to him when he was a child.

The downfalls of being the Chosen One were the public’s prying interest of his history. Everyone knew Anakin Skywalker was found at ten, rather than an infant, freed from slavery to become a Jedi. It was an uplifting story told to all, encouraging their fight for the greater good.

But in the year since becoming his Padawan, Obi-Wan hesitated to truly pry into his past. Anakin rarely mentioned his mother, nor his time in slavery. He also knew of his great disdain for slave traders, considering the way he slaughtered the traffickers who infiltrated the AgriCorps.

Their Force Bond was limited as well, only needing to connect through necessity and not their souls. Obi-Wan assumed it was to not be attached but maybe he had his walls up for a reason.

Except now. He lowered his shields to help with the pain. Instead of making his Padawan go through more hours of his fever, he healed it, and exposed the closed parts of his mind.

“Will you tell me about her?” Obi-Wan asked, voice small. “She was very pretty.”

“She was.” His Master said, a sad smile on his face. “You don’t mind? It’s not a happy story.”

Reaching out from under the covers, Obi-Wan found Anakin’s hand and laced their fingers together. “Please.”

“General, we’ve arrived.”

The voice of Nines woke Obi-Wan from his meditation, reminding him he was once again in a cold box. He thanked Nines, sitting himself up and stretching before meeting Anakin in the cockpit of the ship.

As debriefed, Toro’s ship was stagnant in Risa III’s airspace, the cargo ship also afloat. A screen showed several lifeforms, most likely the crew, all stored away with the cargo itself. On deck was the man they were looking for.

“Nines, take the stealth ship and head to the engines. There should be an entrance hatch right under here.” Anakin pointed to the 3d level blueprint of the cargo ship. “Get them out as quietly as possible. Obi-Wan and I will take Toro.”

“Yes sir.”

The plan was easy enough, but if Toro was anything like the one he’s encountered in his own world, this wouldn’t be as straightforward as they hoped. It just didn’t make sense, keeping the cargo and the hostages in one place, when pirates usually aimed for the cargo?

Unless…they were also slave traders. It was how slavery continued in the outer rim. Unchecked by the Republic, passed off by Separatists, pirates were allowed to roam as they pleased. That may also be a reason for the hostages.

But Toro never took crew. He had no record of kidnapping and slave trading. Simply pillage and destroy, hostages be damned. This was too organized for someone like him.

“Anakin, I don’t like this.” Obi-Wan said.

Anakin looked just as wary. “I know, but we gotta see what he wants this time. Ready to Negotiate?”

No, because he was not this world's Negotiator.

“As I’ll ever be.”

They sent a signal, waving Toro’s ship. The rescue vessel left the hanger, soon turning invisible as it slowly made its descent to the target.

Toro’s blue form appeared on the holo projector, looking just as nasty as this version. His face and torso were covered in scars, his clothes ripped and tattered from years of battle. His large teeth protrude out in an upward angle with visible stains and cavities. This Toro still had both arms, however.

“Rafuge.” Obi-Wan greeted. “I see you’ve managed to capture another vessel. We ask you to release the crew and the supplies.”

Toro crossed his arms with a laugh. “And what’s in it for me when this cargo is worth more than the lives on board?”

At this point he hoped the rescue vessel had boarded, they should be getting everyone out now.

“Because by releasing them, your sentence when we finally arrest you may be greatly reduced.” Obi-wan said simply.

Of course Toro laughed. Anyone would with that kind of bargain. The Republic would never let a pirate like him free. “Not interested, Jedi. And I know the Separatists would not be sending me to prison for what I’ve pillaged in the past.”

Anakin and Obi-Wan turned to each other. He never had an alliance with either side of the war.

“What are you–”

An explosion from the cargo ship’s engines forced them to the window. The rescue vessel decloaked and was pushed back from the blast.

“ Sirs! We’re taking fire–they’re not hostages–”

“Nines?” Anakin spoke into his comlink. His scowl turned into a snarl, slamming his hand on the keyboard. “What are you doing ?!”

“Watching the Republic incite gunfire on Risa III’s citizens.” His smile was predatory. “And now, I have permission by Risa’s senator to engage fire.”

The canons on Toro’s ship aimed at their own. Just as Anakin slammed down to raise their shields the blasts fired, hitting directly at the ship’s wings and throwing them off course. All cries from the Clones went muted as their ship lost all communication.

Anakin jumped into the pilot’s seat as the ship’s lights blared red in alarm. They were unstabilized and needed to make some kind of emergency landing. They were too far out from Risa III, they had the men to get back, and they were running out of time.

“Strap in, Obi-Wan!” Anakin yelled, and Obi-Wan quickly did as told as he jumped into the other seat. “I’m taking us down to Toro.”

“Are you mad?!” ”

“What, you want to burn up in Risa’s atmosphere?!”

He would rather not be crashing, but what else could they do? Obi-Wan’s knuckles whitened in a fist as Anakin aimed the ship right at the Toro's hangar. He focused his energy into the Force, trying to get their landing as smooth as possible. The Twilight just barely fit into the launch tube, windows and outer walls breaking through the impact. Once they were fully landed, Anakin pushed the dashboard glass with the Force, and they hopped out, lightsabers lit up and ready for a fight.

Separatist droids came out from their standby positions, blasting lasers in their direction. They deflected each one and sliced through them, running all the way up to the ship’s cockpit–

Only to find it empty.

“Shit!” Anakin kicked an empty chair. “Knew there was something wrong, where–?”

A light clicking noise froze them in place. Red lights illuminated the room, blinking like a countdown.

“Run!” Obi-Wan yelled, taking Anakin’s hand as they desperately dashed back to the hangar. They were other ships there, they had to be in one of them to get off this ticking time bomb.

But just as they made it in, the explosions began, shaking the entire facility and loosening the ships and cargo that were strapped down. They jumped over any moving obstacle, cutting through metal and Force pushing things out of their way until they saw it, an untouched ship. Their only way out.

Prying open the doors to the cockpit they turned on as much as they could, daming all flight checks once the engines roared. Anakin quickly took the spot of the main pilot as they flew out of the hangar, leaving the Twilight to the ever growing fire.

“What about the men?” Obi-Wan asked, trying to find any kind of scanner on the ship. “We have to–”

Something crashed into their ship, stuck at the rear as Anakin lost control of the wheel. Behind them, Toro’s single escape pod wedged itself into theirs, sending both of them down to Risa III.

“For Kriff sakes!” Anakin growled. He blasted the engines to no avail. They were stuck together through the fast descent they were trying to avoid in the first place. They would have to use everything they had in the Force, to stop their descent and to remove Toro’s pod.

Channeling their energy, Obi-Wan and Anakin used the Force and dislodged their ship from Toro’s. The engine's blasts had them flying away from him, and pulled into the planet’s gravitational pull. As Anakin tried to steady the ship, Obi-Wan continued to hold themselves up with just pure energy, slowing the descent just as they cleared the clouds and were met with green, lucious mountains. “I think I can land–”

Something fell on the roof of their ship. Then, a blade cut through the weakened metal as the roof was torn off.

“Land us!” Obi-Wan said, igniting his saber and unstrapping himself from his seat.

“Obi-Wan! Are you insane?!”

He learned from the best, was what he would say if he wasn’t already jumping out of ship’s hole.

The winds were strong, like at any moment he could be blown away while Toro was planted firmly. With his blade he swung out, and Obi-Wan cut it with the saber. Their descent slowed , giving Obi-wan a chance to jump to Toro’s side of the ship. Just as he swung his saber for another attack, the ship finally landed on uneven ground. Enough that both Obi-Wan and Toro fell off, and rolled between rocks and trees.

His head was dizzy when Obi-Wan came to. Body aching from the crash, he forced himself to stand up. Smoke from the ship was his only reference point to where he was. He dragged his feet up the hill, calling through the bond for Anakin.

“-Wan.”

Maybe their bond wasn’t broken after all, he could hear him as if he was–

“Obi-Wan!”

Right on the hill, making his own way down for him.

“Anakin, I’m fine where’s–”

There was no way to react fast enough, as Toro came down the hill, shoulders first, horns down, ready for impact.

All they could do was jump out of the way, but Obi-Wan found himself Force pushed all the way to the side.

Time slowed as Anakin's body collided with Toro’s, the two tangled and falling down further. Anakin’s body hit a tree with a loud, echoing thud.

The pirate stood over him, chest pumped and a disgusting smile on his face. He had taken down the Chosen One. His Master.

Obi-Wan screamed in fury, lightsaber snapping into his hand as he made his attack. Without thinking, he swung down, full weight, full anger, and sliced off Toro’s arm.

The giant pirate howled in pain, holding onto what was left of him as he blindly ran out of the forest. His stomps soon fade out, leaving them completely alone.

But his addrellaine was still running. He rushed over to Anakin’s side, careful to move him and check his vitals. When he removed his hand, it was stained and sticky with his blood.

Obi-Wan undid his tunic and found the source. A large gaping wound on his shoulder, and no doubt his back must have been bruised, or broken, with the collision. He couldn’t move him to the ship in this condition, and knowing that ship did not have the necessary supplies, he had no other choice but to Force heal.

Placing his hand on Anakin’s wound, Obi-Wan searched through his memories for his own Master’s touch. His energy, and the way he healed through their bond. With a deep breath, he exhaled the Force, channeling his energy through Anakin’s veins. For a moment Anakin convulsed, but Obi-Wan pushed through. It was temporary, it was the pain before the healing.

So he opened his mind, letting Anakin’s own mind know who he was. The energy entering him was a friend, not a foe.

Accept the pain, then release it.

After a moment Obi-Wan broke their bond, gasping for air. His Master did not mention how much of his own energy would be used to do such a daunting task, but Anakin was no longer convulsing in agony. His head lolled to the side, his breathing normal.

Obi-Wan collapsed beside him, checking his wounds to see the gash already closing, and his bruises fading. He laid there, next to him just for a little while longer, before he would need to search the ship, and maybe the planet, for supplies.

Obi-Wan was seventeen when he first kissed his Master.

And he’s seventeen for his first heartbreak.

“Obi-Wan…we can’t.” His Master had said, refusing to meet his eyes. And that was enough for Obi-Wan to run.

How impulsive was he to act on his desires? He was a Padawan, almost of age to be an adult. Four years of training down the drain. Now they had every right to ship him back to the AgriCorp, stripped of his braid and his title.

He was no Jedi.

If they were going to kick him out anyway, there was no reason to stay in the Temple. With the clothes on his back, Obi-Wan ran out of his home, tearfully finding his way through the depths of Coruscant and into some seedy bar. He was hungry, and a patron took pity, allowing him to eat so long as he did a shot with him.

One shot became three, then he was drinking something nice and warm. But the men around him were shifting their eyes on him, one of them said ‘Jedi’, and he realized what trapped he was lured into.

Just as Obi-Wan tried to escape, one of them grabbed at his braid, and aimed for his side where his lightsaber hung. Obi-Wan tried to swing at them, but inebriated and dizzy, he fell to the floor. The men laughed, talking about the pretty penny they’d make over his weapon when one of them lifted into the air, and flung to the wall like a rag doll.

Anakin Skywalker stood at the entrance of the bar, hand out and radiating pure fury .

“Who else touched him?”

All Obi-Wan could remember were the screams of the men trying to fight, others begging for them to leave. His lightsaber was returned to his side, and then he found himself picked up and in his Master’s arms.

“Oh Obi-Wan…”

He closed his eyes for a brief moment, but when he opened them again, he wasn’t on the floor of the bar. Instead he was in Master Skywalker’s room, in his Master’s bed.

He was changed out of his robes, wearing a large pair of pajamas. There was a glass of some green smoothie and pills on the nightstand.

But his pillow was harder than he expected. Shifting, he saw it was not a pillow, but his Master’s thighs. He’d try to wiggle his way out, if not for the fact his head was killing him, and he was too tired to do so. So he laid there, defeated and forced back into the Temple, with his Master.

His Master carded his hand through his hair, just as he did years ago when he was sick. When his Master noticed he was back up, he gave Obi-Wan the pill and then tipped the drink into his mouth. It tasted disgusting, but the smell was familiar. His Master made some for himself after a night of drinking excessively.

“Obi-Wan, I know I hurt you…but you have to understand that attachments…”

So that’s what it was about. The code. Obi-Wan scoffed. Of all people to follow the code it was Anakin Skywalker? The man who pushed against the code so hard he was threatened to be stripped from his rank twice?

“...To your Master, especially at your age, does not seem right. You need to be with someone your age.”

What?

Despite the headache, Obi-Wan managed to sit himself up, holding his head with one hand while drinking the weird green concoction in the other. “So that’s it? We can’t be together because it’s inappropriate? ”

“Yes! Force…Obi-Wan you’re seventeen, my Padawan! What you feel for me is just a crush, it’ll pass.”

“And what if it’s not? What if I’ve been in love with you since I was fourteen, and my feelings for you never changed?”

“Then you simply must go out and explore. There are plenty of people out there who find you attractive.”

“And what about you, Master?”

For the first time, ever, he saw a look in his Master’s eyes that he’s never seen: fear.

“I am not answering that.”

“That isn’t a no.”

“And it wasn’t a yes.”

“So you do then? You have feelings for me too.”

He wasn’t going to get too hopeful. If he was wrong about this he could lose his Master forever. He’d be taken from him–taken back to the AgriCorps–

“No .” His Master yelled, holding Obi-Wan’s shoulders.

His heart sank further. “Master, I’m sorry–”

“No, they’re not taking you from me .”

Oh, oh Force he projected that loudly, didn’t he? His shields were completely lowered, and he forgot to put them back up.

Anakin, seeing what he had done, quickly released him and took a step back from the bed. “Obi-Wan…I didn’t mean to…you’re the most important person in my life. You will not lose me.”

“I won’t?” Obi-Wan asked, the air thick around them. “But you said…”

“I know. And I’ve tried my best to keep you at arms length, but I chose you , because I saw so much in you. I saw how much you wanted to save the galaxy, to use your powers for good. Your passion, Obi-Wan…it’s gravitating.”

He watched as his Master slowly made his way back to him, sitting on the edge of the bed but not yet reaching out. “But I’m sorry I projected those feelings too much. You deserve better than that. I don’t want to confuse you anymore than I have.”

Obi-Wan soaked in his Master’s words, and as he did his smile grew bigger. “You love me too.”

“Of course I do, Obi-Wan. That doesn’t mean–”

“I love you.” Obi-Wan declared. “I’ve loved you since you rescued me from the slavers, since you begged the council to take me back as a Padawan.” He scrambled out of the sheets, sitting closer to his Master. “You’re the only one who fought for me in that way. It wasn’t hard to fall in love with you.”

When Anakin didn’t remove himself, Obi-Wan reached out and held his hand, bringing it to his cheek. “Master, I cannot think of another being I would want to share my bond with, my life . Please…please don’t leave me.”

He watched as Anakin caved, taking Obi-Wan into his arms and kissing the top of his head. Obi-Wan tried his best to shift his way into his Master’s lap, to kiss him again when Anakin gently pushed him back.

“Don’t pout, Obi-Wan.” He said. “You’re still seventeen.”

“Eighteen in a few months.”

“And, you do not take your trials until your twenties.” Anakin pointed out.

“So…?”

“So it means, once you are of age we will discuss this.”

Dramatically, Obi-Wan fell back into his bed. “Are you serious Master? After all this?”

“Yes, Padawan, after all this. I need to be sure your feelings are true once the time comes.”

Obi-Wan wanted to argue that they are, but it’d get him nowhere. Instead he groaned again, covering his face with his pillow for a silent scream. He heard his Master laugh, removing the pillow from his face. “But know this, Obi-Wan Kenobi. No matter what happens, how you feel towards me, I will always, always love you.”

The beauty of the cargo planet were the endless supplies of rations and communicators lying around the work facilities. Obi-Wan managed to sneak around a nearby fulfillment center and take some from a supply room just meters from where they were hiding. It’d be enough to hold them over as Obi-Wan worked on trying to re-establish communication with Nines, or someone in the Council.

But Anakin needed a medic. His limited Force healing skills was just enough for Obi-Wan to confidently move him back to the ship, somewhere where he could lie down. While the back of the ship was destroyed, the cockpit and one bunker was still intact.

Obi-Wan returned with their new supplies in his arms, already working on the communicator to broadcast a stronger signal out when he heard Anakin rouse from his sleep.

Slowly, Anakin blinked his blue eyes open, taking in their surroundings. Obi-Wan offered a small smile. “Glad to see you’re okay.”

Anakin’s eyes furrowed in confusion, staring at Obi-Wan with skepticism. “You’re not Obi-Wan.”

Oh Force, did something go wrong in the healing? “I assure you I am–”

“No, I mean…you’re not my Obi-Wan.”

Ah… he knew he revealed more through the healing than he intended. His Master warned him that would happen without the proper training other Force Healers go through. “No, I’m not.” He confessed. There was no point anymore in hiding this fact. “I apologize, I am still learning the art of healing.”

Anakin tried to sit up, but he fell back after grabbing his stomach. Obi-Wan was immediately by his side, helping him back down. He took his blanket, placing it under Anakin’s head to give him elevation. “You’re learning Force healing? Why?”

“It’s useful to know.” Obi-Wan said.

“I…he did the same to you, didn’t he?”

“...Yes”

“Huh.” Anakin stared up at the ceiling. The sound of a buzzing light echoed. “So where you come from, I’m your Master?” The laugh he let out was dry, humorless. “That’s fascinating.”

Obi-Wan shrugged. “It’s how it always was for me.”

“So what happened? How are you here? And where’s my Obi-Wan?”

The possessive tone in his voice shouldn’t arouse him, not when it was clear Anakin was still angry at him for whatever reason.

“I don’t know. One moment I was in a bacta tank, the next I woke up in a ship. I aged twenty years, and Cody said I was a General .” Obi-Wan reached out for his missing braid, settling on stroking the back of his short hair. “I am not knighted yet. Master Tano is the other General.”

“Master Tano? Snips is a Master?”

There was a sense of pride in his voice, one Obi-Wan tried to ignore because it wasn’t his fault in this world she was still just a Padawan. Even if she was his Padawan.

Anakin snicked. “I can feel that, you know.”

Obi-Wan was about to ask what, until he felt it too, through a bond that was stronger than before. He must have opened that up while healing him. “Sorry. I did not realize healing you would re-open the bond.”

“Not re-opening.” Anakin corrected. “Just…expanded.”

“So your bond with him isn’t severed?”

Now there was a look Obi-Wan hadn’t seen in a long while either–regret. “We…I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bear to sever our bond. I asked to keep it after I was knighted.”

“But I could barely feel you.” Obi-Wan said, daring to sit closer to him. “I thought you were just shielding, but it was stronger than that. You…”

Were going to break it, was what Obi-Wan thought.

“I’m sorry.” Anakin said, his voice suddenly closer. “It wasn’t my intention to break it, but something happened to y–us. And we haven’t… I couldn’t speak to you.”

Obi-Wan thought back to the young Master Tano, so happy that they were finally talking again. “What did I do?”

He finally had the courage to look at his Master, face pale and heavy bags under his eyes. He was still exhausted, and without physical treatment he may succumb to a fever. “You didn’t do it. My Obi-Wan did. And I understand why but…it still hurts.”

“Tell me.” Obi-Wan said. “Please, Master .”

Anakin choked. “Don’t call me that. I’m not your–”

“Yes, you are. ‘No matter what, you’re mine’. That’s what you told me.”

Obi-Wan didn’t even try to hide his smile, watching this Anakin blush at his words. “ I said that?!”

Ah, when his voice went unusually high always made Obi-Wan laugh. “Sometimes you say it, sometimes you show me.”

“Kark…maybe I do have attachment issues.”

“Issues that you don’t care about.” Obi-Wan pointed out. “Now, can you please tell me what happened between you and your Obi-Wan?”

Anakin contemplated, biting his lower lip to stop himself from saying it aloud. The longer it took, though, Obi-Wan realized maybe there was a reason for keeping it to himself.

“I can show you.” Anakin finally said after a long stretch of silence. “But…you can pull away if it’s too much.”

“Master, you could never hurt me.”

A sense of regret rushed through their bond.

So Obi-Wan sent love back. He reached out, taking Anakin’s hand and placing it on his cheek, just as his Master did to him so casually when they were alone. “Please?”

Finally, Anakin gave in. Keeping his hand on Obi-Wan, he closed his eyes, and opened his mind.

---

Obi-Wan watched himself fall. A gunshot straight through his heart, falling into Anakin’s arms.

He felt it all then, the pure fury of the Chosen One.

And then the Chosen One’s heart was torn open.

Best friend. Master. Brother. Gone.

A body burned. A woman was crying.

A dark figure watched, plotting.

Everywhere he saw red.

Rako Hardeen was his killer. Anakin was out for blood.

But then he was fighting Anakin, and he was winning. Anakin swung with Force, intent to kill. The Jedi Code gone–it was about Revenge.

Anakin let him go. The anger never subsided.

Obi-Wan’s face was not his own. It was the face of an assassin. Rako Hardeen.

Don’t.

Anakin.

I can’t even look at you Kenobi. You made your decision clear.

Anakin, please, what I did, I did to protect the Chancellor’s life!

And I could have helped! You didn’t have to lie! Not to Ahsoka, not to Satine, and especially not to me!

And then Anakin walked away, just as the rage dissipated to...nothing.

I think we should deploy separately from now on. I…I don’t want to look at you Obi-Wan.

Then Anakin pushed him from his mind. They were worlds apart now, Obi-Wan barred from his mind. From his heart.

---

And Obi-wan was emerged back to reality as if someone pulled him out of the water.

The heat, the fury that once surrounded his being was gone, replaced with the cold night air of Risa III.

Master Skywalker was no longer touching him, instead pulling his knees to his chest in his makeshift bed. Trying to make himself smaller, to get away from him.

But as much as Obi-Wan wanted to crawl back, put himself in his arms and tell him everything was okay, it answered his own question, about his own attempted assassination.

It was clearer now what happened to him. The chaos that surrounded them just before he fell in a pool of his own blood. While the explosions caused a distraction, his heart was punctured by a single laser, meant for another. Only one person would be that precise.

“Rako Hardeen? He…but I…?”

“I know why you did it. And I know why you hid it from me.” Anakin said, voice quivering. “Make it believable. If Coruscant saw my reaction–everyone knew it’d be real. But Kark, it wasn’t just me! Ahsoka thought it too– Satine! We all thought you died. And our bond was gone. I couldn’t feel you at all.

“So when I fought Rako, and then you—he told me to stand down, the bond reopened. I should have been relieved, he was alive but I was cut off. I was…”

Abandoned .

Obi-Wan knew that feeling all too well. Even if it’s been years, he still remembered being thirteen, rough and wild, unfit for a Master. At the time, Anakin Skywalker was off world, along with Masters Tano and Secura. No Jedi Master stationed in the Temple wanted to teach him, so he was shipped off to the AgriCorp, where all failed Padawans went. For the good of the Republic, they said.

The Council threw him away.

Meanwhile, this Obi-Wan Kenobi prioritized a Council mission over Anakin Skywalker.

So Anakin cut him off, too. It was the only way he couldn’t be hurt again.

Anger steeped in his chest. How could Kenobi do that to his Skywalker? They were a team, always together–

Except Obi-Wan did the same thing.

He was never supposed to go on that mission. Not if Master Skywalker could help it.

Obi-Wan nervously paced around his quarters, repeating his speech over and over only to find himself stumbling over his own words. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t tell his Master he agreed to the mission.

Pulling at his braid, Obi-Wan sighed. Lying to him would not fair him better. He promised to never lie to his Master, and he was sure he would only be angrier when he would find him gone.

In all honesty, Obi-Wan did not want to go either. This mission to Delta Vega felt off. A Separatist planet willing to talk for Republic Negotiations, but only if the Padawans came? It reeked of nothing but a trap.

Yet the Council had agreed to it.

Obi-Wan saw the faces of the other members, the only shocked person being Master Tano who was not aware they had already voted. And apparently, most of the Masters agreed to it.

All except his own.

“You have to let them decide if they are taking this on.” Master Skywalker said through gritted teeth. “If you are asking for them, then they have the final say.”

Obi-Wan was going to say no, everything about it felt wrong, until Quinlan admitted to taking it.

“What?” He had asked, incredulous that his friend already agreed when his own Master was one of the few hesitant to agree. “Quinlan, why–?”

“Because it’ll prove us ready for our trial! Come on Obi-Wan, we’re already twenty-one, and if we are successful they will surely consider us!”

“Yeah, Obi-Wan.” Bolla had looked down at him with a smirk, chest puffed and cockiness flowing through the Force. “Do you really want to be an adult Padawan for the rest of your life? Though I guess your Master wouldn’t care.”

Stupid Bolla…what did he know of their relationship, their bond that was much stronger than him and his own Master?

“Bolla…” Mace warned.

“He says it's dangerous.” Obi-Wan had said. “Do you not all feel it? The mission is suspicious.”

Mace, however, sighed and looked at Quinlan. “I agreed too. It would be a mission to prove our training. And Obi-Wan, you’re strong, and the best Negotiator among us.”

He ignored Bolla’s scoff.

“You should come. It’d be better with more Padawans than less.”

But if Quinlan and Mace wanted to…if Bolla was going to surpass him in his trials. He should go, right?

“Obi-Wan!”

He jumped out of his skin as his Master entered his bedroom.

“The Senate is holding another ball tomorrow night, and I know you find them all stuffy, but they’ll need extra security. Did you want to tag along? It won’t be fun, probably boring, but it would be good, to show the Jedi’s cooperation with the Republic.”

Obi-Wan wrinkled his nose. Acting as security for a politicians’ party? No thank you. He wanted a real mission, something that would actually do real good for the Republic.

Meaning…he wanted to go to Delta Vega.

He watched Anakin’s face fall.

“You’re saying yes to the mission, aren’t you?”

“Master…”

“Kriff,” Anakin ran his hand through his hair. “Why, Obi-Wan? It’s too dangerous!”

“I know Master,” He tried to keep his voice calm, stroking the ends of his braids as he paced around his room. “But they’re right. This mission is for us to prove ourselves worthy of our title.”

Anakin shook his head, stomping over and grabbing Obi-Wan’s biceps to stop his pacing. “You have nothing to prove to me Obi-Wan. You are a jedi.”

But shaking his head, Obi-Wan ripped himself from his Master’s hold. “I’m proving this to myself!”

The silence was deafening. If not for their bond, Obi-Wan would think he was alone in his room. His Master’s face was unreliable, his mind muted.

And then Anakin looked at him with the saddest smile. “You’re ready.”

“What?”

“You’ve always been ready for the trials, my dear Padawan.” With guilt in his voice, Anakin took a seat on Obi-Wan’s bed. “I’ve seen it in your training, your negotiation. You are a Jedi knight. I just never thought to bring up the trials because…”

“You don’t want to lose me, I know.” Obi-Wan joined him on the bed, sitting shoulder to shoulder. “You won’t. We’ll still be bonded. So even if we’re separated on missions…”

He didn’t like the idea either, but to finally be on an equal stance with his Master? To fight with him side by side as Jedi? It’s all he’s ever wanted.

The man who rekindled his faith in the Jedi. Who reminded him he was chosen by the Force. He deserved to be here.

Obi-Wan took Anakin’s mechanical hand, bringing his metal fingers to his lips. “It’ll be okay. Quinlan and Mace are going too.”

Anakin clicked his tongue. “You know Aayla gave the Council an earful?”

“More than you?”

“Ahsoka forced me to leave the room.” Closing his eyes laid his head on Obi-Wan’s shoulders. “Remember your training, Padawan. And you’ll come back to me.”

Kissing the top of his Master’s head, Obi-Wan promised he would.

And he broke it. He was injured, and the Force instead sent him to another place. One where he and Anakin were not speaking. One where he could not protect him.

Anakin Skywalker had every right to hate him. For choosing the Jedi over him again.

“I’m sorry.” Obi-Wan said.

“No, no it’s not you–”

“I did it too. I took a mission my Master said was dangerous.” Obi-Wan said. “I should have listened to you.”

Anakin let out a strained laugh. “Say that again when I have a camera.”

“Master…”

“Anakin,” He corrected. “I’m still not… I’m not yours . Not when the other me would kill me for even thinking of touching you.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but agree. Anakin was such a jealous man, he would no doubt fight himself for Obi-Wan.

“But you told your Master where you were going, right? Then you have nothing to be sorry for. It was a Council mission. They’re always…” Anakin took a deep breath, resting his head against the metal wall. “They’re priority. The Council comes first.”

“But it shouldn’t. That’s what you said.”

Anakin closed his eyes. “Guess your Skywalker and I really are the same.”

“See?” Obi-Wan's smile quickly faded. “I’m sorry he’s…we chose the Order over you. And we hurt you. I can’t imagine the pain my Master is going through, but if it was like the grief you felt when he died…”

“It was like losing my mother again. She died in my arms.” Anakin confessed quietly. “Losing someone you love, unable to do anything as they take their last breath it’s…horrifying. And to trick me, letting me think that you died, it hurt more. Knowing that’s what I was used for.”

Anakin’s voice wavered, breaking. “And I know he’ll always choose the Order first. He chose it over Satine.”

Anakin wiped the tears in his eyes. “Why would I be an exception?”

Every fiber of his being wanted to curl up next to him, hold him as Anakin would when he was upset and scared. For now, he kept his distance, just at arms length as he said, “You love him, just like how I love you.”

Anakin snorted, taking a moment to eye him. “I can’t think of a universe where I don’t love you.”

And through the Force, the bond between them burst wide open, spilling all the intimate parts of their minds and entangling in one another.

Their first meetings, their training, their first missions. Just as Obi-Wan realized he was in love with his Master, Anakin’s mind flashed to the moment he fell in love too. Years of pining until Obi-Wan confessed while Anakin stayed quiet. Thinking he fell for a Senator, then breaking up with her shortly as the war began. Always watching Obi-Wan. Longing for his love, his attention. Just as Obi-Wan did the same.

“Anakin.” Obi-Wan found himself on the small bed, needing to touch him. Connect physically. “Anakin, if I love you, he loves you too. He must see it.”

But Anakin shook his head, trying to move away, but there was nowhere for him to go. “I’m sorry Obi-Wan. I wish I was your Master. To be loved by you unconditionally…” The tears were flowing free as Anakin failed to stop himself. “He better treat you well, or else I’m keeping you all for myself.”

Obi-Wan reached out, using the end of his sleeve to dry his face. He hated to see his Master sad, after all. “You have me. Us. You do.”

Despite the doubt flowing through their bond, Anakin nodded, resting his head on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, hiding his face.

“I’m tired, Obi-Wan.”

“I know Master. You need rest. I’ll try and com Nines again, maybe I can make a stronger signal.”

“Not that.” Anakin paused, keeping his eyes down. “I’m tired of fighting, Obi-Wan. This war, the one in your world too. It doesn’t end. We just keep fighting and I’m so damn tired.”

Of all their years together that was something his own Master never expressed. He may have argued with the Council on decisions, scoffed at Senate meetings and the Republic’s Generals–

Always talked about how he preferred to fly with no course. No map. To just explore the vast galaxy.

His Master must have been tired too. And Obi-Wan never noticed.

Wanting to prove himself a Jedi, wanting his Master’s attention on him. He never thought to ask how this war has taken a toll on him.

“Do you want to leave?” Obi-Wan asked, knowing it wasn’t uncommon amongst the Jedi. Master Jinn’s departure was considered one of the biggest surprises as he was Yoda’s apprentice, and a good handful followed after him, already disillusioned by their structure. Now with a war wearing everyone down, how many more would also renounce?

“I…it has come across my mind many times.” Anakin confessed. “But I haven’t.”

“You’re staying for him.”

“I’m not that far gone,” Anakin chuckled. “We are doing good. Just not enough.”

His voice was slowly fading, the same way he would when he would stay up too late but still wanted to talk to Obi-Wan.

He slumped over in the bed, snuggling into Obi-Wan’s shoulders. “I think I saw myself in your memories. How did we meet?”

“Are you sure you want to hear it?” Obi-Wan asked, knowing how sensitive Anakin was on the subject. It was what first bonded them together, but a bond that would leave everlasting scars. “It’s not a happy story.”

“It ends with you and I together, doesn’t it?” Anakin’s breathing was slowly steadying. “We got time. Not like the rescue party has found us.”

Obi-Wan glanced over at the makeshift communicator, still waiting for any sort of signal from the Council, or Republic aircrafts.

Obi-Wan brought Anakin’s hand to his lips for a kiss. “Okay.”

“Quinlan, Quinlan I got you!”

Dodging the lasers above their head, Obi-Wan threw Quinlan’s arm over his shoulder, carrying him further down the path, hiding behind trees and large boulders for coverage.

He was running on pure adrenaline. Run, run until they were in the clear. Run until they could cry for help. Cry into the Force. Someone had to hear them. Who could ignore the cries of young Force sensitive children?

Even if the Order didn’t want them back, even if he would be thrown away again as a failed Padawan, he was going to survive. But damn the Order as this was their doing. To send unchosen Padawans to a life of exile, a planet of slavery.

Bandomeer was hell from the moment he was assigned there. Work conditions pushed everyone, teenager or adult, to their limits, yet collapse would not be tolerated.

Every day he was on the planet, Obi-Wan would scream into the Force for help. And for those that were brave, they would call out too. Help us. Free us. This was not the AgriCorps they were promised. Unknown to the Jedi someone had killed the original oversight, replaced with cruel slavers using Force sensitive people for profit.

It was only luck, that a fight between the slave traders gave the Padawans a moment to escape. Running and running until they were gunned down. They would never kill them, no, just stun them and drag them back for torture. To break them back into submission.

“Obi, I can’t.” Quinlan could no longer move his legs. The wound on his side was bleeding too fast. “Run, I’ll distract them.”

“No!” He placed Quinlan down for just a moment, before throwing his friend over his shoulder and headed into a full sprint. He wasn’t leaving his only friend behind–they were going to get out of it alive.

But the stomps of the horses drew closer. Lasers firing and screams of fallen Padawans echoing in the air. He had no idea where he was going, just that he had to run.

Until a laser finally hit him in the leg, sending both of them down.

Quinlan rolled ahead of him, clutching onto his side as Obi-Wan cried in pain. He looked down at his new flesh wound, his blood staining the white grass of the land. He could still crawl, crawl to Quinlan and make their escape.

A hand on his shoulder dragged him from his mind. He kicked and screamed despite his injuries, and was met with a cruel smile of his new Master, and a whip in his hand.

All Obi-Wan could do was cover himself, ready for the stinging pain to come his way when his Master grunted, and spat out blood.

He looked up, watching a blue lightsaber slice through his master’s heart. And when he fell, Obi-Wan was met with his savior. An angel .

Anakin Skywalker. The Jedi’s Chosen One stood above him, beautiful, with fire in his eyes.

“Aayla, have you located the other Padawans?” He asked into his com.

“I have.” The voice of Master Secura replied. “And Master Tano has taken the main house. Get them out of here.”

Retracting his lightsaber, Anakin leaned down, holding his hand out. “You’re safe now, Padawan. We’re here.”

“You…” He realized now just how tired he was. How long he had been running, how much he was hurting. Obi-Wan threw himself into Master Skywalker’s arms and sobbed. “My friend, please he needs help.”

“Shhh,” Skywalker rubbed his hand down his back, soothing him. “Aayla’s got him.”

“I can’t walk,” he admitted in a small voice. “I…”

“Hold onto my neck.” With secure, strong arms, Skywalker lifted him close to his chest. “You’re light for your age. Damn those slavers for starving all of you.”

It was then he felt it, a raging anger in Skywalker’s Force signature.

“Master Skywalker?” He asked as he was taken to the rescue ship. He recognized some of the healers, Jedi from the temple who watched him and all the other Padawans in their age group be shipped away from their home. “How did you find us?”

“I heard something in the Force.” He said. “Someone was crying for help, every day for an entire month. It took so long to pinpoint this planet, and it led me here. To you.”

Something blossomed in his chest. “You heard me?”

“I believe so, Padawan. Your Force signature was strong. Damn the Council for sending you off like that, without giving the other Knights a chance to take a Padawan.”

When they were inside the ship, Skywalker placed him on an empty medical bed, beckoning for a droid to take external scans. “I’ll be right back Padawan, I need to check on the others.”

“Wait!”

Master Skywalker stopped in his tracks, eyes curious as to why Obi-Wan stopped him.

“What’s…going to happen to me now?”

“Well first, you’ll be well taken care of here. We have plenty of food to fill you back up.” Master Skywalker leaned down, pressing their foreheads together. “Then, I will rip into the Council, and take you back as my learner.”

“So soon?”

“If that is what you want.” Master Skywalker said simply. “You’re right. I heard your call. Of all the Padawans I heard you. Do you think I’ll let the Council take you away again?”

Another wave of relief washed over him, a burst of tears as he cried into Master Skywalker’s arms. He didn’t leave this time, holding him tightly and promising to never let him go again.

“Master, you’re making me nervous.” Ahsoka’s words stopped Obi-Wan from pacing. If he’d gone any longer he would have probably bore a track in the hallway. “Skyguy’s going to be fine. He’s been through worse.”

Obi-Wan winced. He knew he'd been through the worst and he hated that. Even in this universe he always put himself in danger.

They were rescued by Nines just hours later, the clones managing to escape the Separatist trap and com homebase for back up. While Anakin had fallen asleep, the rescue team took him into the medical room on their ship, and soon a bacta tank in the Temple. Now all they could do was wait for him to recover.

“Sorry Ahsoka,” He said. Her given name sounded so foreign, so unprofessional not to add Master to her title.

She huffed out a smile. “Glad to see you two are talking again. I know he can be…”

“Moody?”

“You said it, not me.”

They fell into silence, sitting out in the hallway as medical droids and other Jedi walked by them. “I know why you did it.” She said, voice low, “But…it still hurts. Why was it so important to not let us know?”

“It was part of the mission.” Obi-Wan said, sadness in his voice. “For it not to be compromised…”

But then he shook his head. No more excuses. No more lies. “No. It wasn’t important enough to not tell you two. He…I should have realized that. It wasn’t fair to hurt you two like that.”

Ahsoka luckily did not catch his slip up, as she stared down at her feet. Her hands were clasped together in her lap, as without looking at him she asked, “Are what we doing…is any of this right?”

“I want to believe so.” He answered honestly. “These past few years however…”

“I know. I feel like all I’ve known was to train to be a soldier. Not a Jedi.” She said. “But Skyguy believes in the Order. You do too.”

“I…” Obi-wan paused, sighing as he leaned back against the wall. “I think you should talk to Anakin, when he’s awake.”

“Master?” Her eyes grew wide, almost at the brink of tears. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t implying I was going to leave–Please don’t tell–”

“No, no Ahsoka,” He gently touched her shoulders to calm her down, “You’re not in trouble for asking that. I just mean talk to him. He’ll listen. He won’t get angry but he’s your master. He needs to hear this from you.”

“Do you promise that I won’t be in trouble?”

“I do.” He said with full confidence.

It would still be a few more hours before Anakin was out of the bacta tank, but by the time he was up for visitors he allowed Ahsoka to go in first, alone. Obi-Wan took to waiting in his room, thinking just how similar he was to his other self in terms of cleanliness and organization. Even the small trinkets on his desk were ones Obi-Wan had in his own quarters.

Sitting at his desk, Obi-Wan wondered if this version of himself was in his world, a true soul switch. How was his Master dealing with him?

He believed Master Skywalker when he said he would always love him…he just hoped that an older, hardened Obi-Wan was easy to love.

If there was any way to eventually go back, he at least wanted to tell himself to finally talk to his Anakin. Finally confess what this war has done to them, and to find help with each other. No more secrets, no more deception.

They kept their bond for a reason, after all.

Obi-Wan found a notepad and pen. Clicking, he began to write his heart out. Telling this Obi-Wan Kenobi why falling for Anakin Skywalker was the easiest thing in their life, and that keeping him would only make him stronger.

They were two halves of a single soul, found through a Force bond despite Anakin’s complaints of destiny. The Force brought them together, but they chose to stay.

Suddenly, he felt a wave of slumber wash over him. His pen slipped from his hand as his head hit the desk.

The negotiations went well…a little too well for Obi-Wan.

Maybe his own Master’s paranoia was rubbing off on him, but from what they were told this planet’s leadership was more than happy to align their allegiance with the Separatist and proposed Separatist military occupation. The fact Obi-Wan struck a deal, one that would remove Separatist foot soldiers and only allow droids, while also serving the Republic’s interest as in trade distributions seemed too good to be true. Yet he shook hands with their leader, and it was finished.

“I almost don’t know why we were here.” Bolla said, kicking the gravel under his shoes. “Kenobi did all the work while we just stood there!”

“He’s not called the Negotiator’s apprentice for nothing.” Quinlan said, wrapping his arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulders.

“Tch, he gets Master Skywalker and Master Tano to teach him? That’s hardly fair.”

“We did our job.” Mace interrupted, always centering them back. “Now we can leave. I'd rather get off this planet as soon as possible.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t agree more. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing the second they arrived, and something in the Force screamed out to watch. To listen.

“The King offered us dinner,” Bollo said “Why not take his offer instead of the rations on board?”

Obi-Wan ignored the way his stomach growled. Something not rehydrated and tasting like cardboard was appealing, but he thought of the dinners his Master would be making when he arrived home instead.

“No, we should get going. No reason to stay longer–”

He heard it from miles away. A cannon blast.

Obi-wan turned around and Force pushed his friend away from the entrance, and just barely jumped out of the way as the blast erupted on the ground, sending shards of stone and glass flying.

The rapid fire of lasers filled the sky red, hitting every part of the palace and aiming at the Padawans. Each of them ignited their sabers to doge the blasts, but they were surrounded. No way out.

“Inside!” Obi-Wan yelled, and they all ran back to the main hall of the Palace. Once in, the doors sealed shut.

“What is the meaning of this?” The King demanded as glass shattered around them. “What did you do?!”

“Us?!” Quinlan yelled. “ Your military attacked us first!”

“We did no such thing!”

This would get them nowhere. Obi-Wan ran up the staircase, keeping his head low until he found a window that had yet to be penetrated. He took a peek and from the hill he could make out the attacker’s outpost. They set at least two laser cannons at the top, yet no droids or soldiers were coming down to attack. There was a good ten second period of cool down before they fired again, lasting for two minutes.

“Didn’t you say the palace has their own weapons?” Mace asked from behind a pillar.

“We do,” A guard confirmed. “But they have not been used in years.”

“Better than nothing.” Quinlan shouted. “Bring them out!”

The guards led them to opposite ends of the castle, Mace and Quinlan going left while Obi-Wan and Bolla went right. The castle’s weaponry had dust and cobwebs, but all ammunition stood by its side. Seeing no other choice they loaded each one up, and Obi-Wan called Quinlan through their communicators.

“Both canons are right at the top of the hill.”

“I see them.”

They waited until the next cool down, and just as the lasers stopped firing, they returned with their own attack.

A direct hit as the canons on the hilltop exploded.

The guards and Padawans cheered at their victory, running back to the main lobby in celebration, and for a moment Obi-Wan was able to breathe.

Then he felt it, a rumble right under his feet. The King, who was thanking them, was standing right in front of a window, with a dot on his chest.

Obi-Wan pushed him out of the way in time just as the laser shot through him instead. He collapsed on his back, breathing ragged and body going cold as his own blood seeped out of him. The building began to fall apart then. He heard his friends screaming for him, muted by the rubble collapsing atop. Just before he was surrounded by darkness he saw the shooter, a man with red tattoos.

He awoke with a stiff neck, slowly raising up and rolling his head until everything felt back into place. How could he have fallen asleep at his desk when his bed was just a foot away? He sighed to himself, checking the time to see that a few hours had already passed. Did anyone com him that Anakin was awake?

The thought of his Master opened something in his mind, flooding with panic and his name being called over and over.

The voice of his Master.

Obi-Wan quickly ran into his refresher, met with his true self: long auburn hair and padawan braid with a red ribbon intertwined between his strands. His face still looked bruised, and he had a bandage over his chest where he was shot, but here was here. This was his body.

"Obi-Wan!"

That wasn't just in his head now. And with how loud his voice was, he was sure his Master was waking up the other Padawans in their dormitories.

His door slid open just as Obi-Wan stepped out of the refresher. Anakin Skywalker stood at the threshold, panting with his face red and robes disheveled so that he could see a bandage on his shoulder.

"Master? When were you injured?!"

"Doesn't matter." He stepped inside, door closing behind him, hands forced to himself. "Is it really you? You came back to me?"

"Always." Obi-Wan said, a smile on his face as he held his arms open. "I'm home, Master."

Their bond sang through the force. Two souls reunited at last as Anakin ran into his arms, capturing his Padawan in a heated kiss. Obi-Wan smiled through it all, pulling his Master down to bring him as close as possible. For the first time in days he felt like he was able to exhale his nerves. He was back, in his body, his room, his Anakin Skywalker.

"Please let me have you, Padawan mine." Anakin begged when they broke their kiss for air. "Having the other you--I realized how much time we could have lost."

He wanted to know what that meant. What did the other Obi-Wan tell him? How he and his Anakin were at a crosshair in their friendship?

Yet that could be asked later, because he was finally getting what he wanted.

"Didn't you tell me to wait?" Obi-Wan teased, bringing a hand down to cup his Master through his trousers. He was happy he was already hard for him. "That you would not touch me like this until I was knighted?"

Anakin hummed, kissing from his cheek to his neck. Obi-Wan's fabric belt was unknotted and his robes pushed back. "Guess you didn't know, you've become a knight."

"What?" Obi-Wan pulled back, surprised.

"Mm-hm," Anakin nipped at his skin, causing Obi-Wan's legs to shake, "That little rescue stunt you pulled, almost killing yourself from it, caught the Council's attention. We were going to celebrate when you recovered."

Knighted! He was finally a knight after all this time. On equal grounds with his Master.

"But we held off when I saw it wasn't you that awoke from the tank." Anakin said, continuing his kisses down his chest until he was on his knees. "I gotta say, the other you was...perplexing."

"You can say old, it's fine Master." Obi-Wan giggled.

"Simply an older soul, but still you." Anakin placed a light kiss on his stomach. "I didn't touch him, not like this and not like we do."

Obi-Wan did not think of himself as jealous until he said those words. If the other Obi-Wan took advantage of his Master’s love for him he’d find a way back and throttle him, especially since he had his own Anakin for himself.

“The other you,” Obi-Wan stifled a moan as Anakin kissed the tip of his cock, still clothed from his trousers. “He didn’t touch me either. But they were fighting.”

Anakin nudged him over to the bed, and he quickly fell on his back as his Master crawled on top of him. “I know. The other you told me. I didn’t like it.”

Anakin’s flesh hand cupped Obi-Wan’s cheek, and he leaned over to kiss it. “Me neither. He was heartbroken.”

“So was Kenobi. We…we talked. But I don’t know if–”

“He loved his Anakin too?” Obi-Wan asked, hoping he knew the answer yet wanted to make sure. He couldn’t think of a reason why he wouldn’t.

Anakin smiled. “He did. He was heartbroken because he thought his Anakin hated him. And he couldn’t bear to hear it. But I told him we were meant for each other. I told you, I couldn’t imagine a universe where I hated you. I will always love you, Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan allowed his tears of all free, all of joy and overwhelming love. “And I love you, Anakin Skywalker.”

They ravaged each other’s mouths, all tongue and spit as Anakin rolled his hips with Obi-Wan’s. They were so hard in their pants, and Obi-Wan needed to feel him. No clothes, no barriers. His mind was already open, and now his body too.

He kicked off his pants, and Anakin broke their kiss just to remove his own too. Without asking, Anakin reached over to Obi-Wan’s bedside drawer and pulled out the bottle of lube, raising an eyebrow that it was already halfway empty.

“I’m young and horny.” Obi-Wan shrugged. “Don’t worry Master, I always thought of you.”

“Tell me.” Anakin demanded, pouring a generous amount onto his mechanical fingers. “What did you think of when you were alone?”

He began with just one finger, slowly pressing into his hole as Obi-Wan kept his legs spread. One arm gripped onto Anakin’s shoulder, the other balled into a fist and gathering his blankets. “ This . I thought of you opening me up, telling me I’m so good for you.”

“You are,” Anakin promised, adding in a second finger. “So good, so damn good.”

“A-and–ah! And we aren’t naked.”

“Oh?”

Obi-Wan knew he was blushing madly, but he couldn’t stop himself from talking as he took a third, Anakin curling his fingers in just the right way to hit his sweet spot. “I’m just in my tunic. And you’d fuck me so fast and easily,” It was then Anakin sped his fingers, stretching him thoroughly. He was growing so impatient, as was Obi-Wan. “And after you’d tell me to pull my pants up, and make me walk around the Temple, so full with you.”

Anakin groaned, taking another kiss. “Kriff, my sweet Padawan, where did you get a dirty mind like that?”

“Don’t think you haven’t thought of dirtier things, Master.”

“You’re right.” Anakin squeezed more lube again, this time stroking his hardened cock until glistening and wet. Obi-Wan licked his lips, wanting a taste and to feel how heavy he’d be in his mouth. Next time, though. There will be time for many next times.

“I dream of you warming me during a dull Council meeting. Squirming in my lap to keep me hard.” Anakin lifted one of Obi-wan’s legs and threw it over his shoulder. He steadied his breath as he pushed just the tip in. Despite the prep, his hot cockhead was a squeeze as he slid in, but Obi-Wan kept Anakin close, asking for more through their bond. “Then I’d bounce you, use you until you come all over yourself. And I’d keep fucking your pretty, tight hole.”

Yes, yes he wanted all that. He wanted his body for his Master’s pleasure.

“You forget,” Anakin said through ragged breath, “That you can use me for your pleasure as well.”

“Then do it,” Obi-Wan demanded, purposely tightening around him. “You have me, take me. Make me yours , as you are mine.”

It was all over from there. With a brutal pace Anakin fucked into his body. Obi-Wan scratched at his back, head twisting and eyes closed from his Master’s heat, and his dirty thoughts singing through his head.

It was fast and dirty, but he couldn’t ask to stop. He wanted him for years and he finally had him, mind and body connected in the most intimate way possible. His own cock leaked against his stomach, and he cried out as Anakin wrapped his hand around him, and stroked him to completion.

“That’s it my angel. My Obi-Wan, come for me just like that.”

He dirtied his stomach and bedsheets, yet he held onto his Master tightly, meeting his movements to take him deeper. “You too Master. Come inside me. Claim me.”

And he did. With a final, animalistic snarl, Anakin buried himself deep, and coated his insides with hot come.

They stayed connected, first catching their breath before meeting again for a slower, languid kiss. Despite the air cooling around them Obi-Wan felt warm, heat still pooling in his stomach and his heart as Anakin showered him with kisses and praises.

Eventually, he did have to pull out, but Obi-Wan smiled in satisfaction as he felt his seed leak from his puffy hole. He reached between his legs, gathering some on his finger tips before bringing it to his lips, licking him clean.

“Kriff, you’re going to end me.” Anakin leaned in for another kiss, tasting himself on Obi-Wan’s lips. “Perfect, my perfect Obi-Wan. I love you.”

Obi-Wan met his confession, kissing his Master until the two grew tired. They rolled to an untouched side of his bed, Obi-Wan laying on top of his Master’s chest, kissing his bandaged wound and listening to his heart.

In his arms, in his room. He was finally home with the man he fell in love with all those years ago, and he thought through the Force, through the Beyond, that the other Obi-Wan Kenobi was in the same position.

To my Padawan Self,

Never did I think to look back at these days, back when I still believed I did not belong with the Order. When I was so sure my own Master were to leave me, and sometimes I would not blame him if I did.

I cannot help but feel jealous that you were chosen under Anakin Skywalker. To the Jedi he is the Chosen One. The one to bring balance to the Force. A daunting title for a young man. Meanwhile, I had the privilege to teach him, watch him grow to the knight he is now. And I realized.

No matter what. No matter how our paths diverged, I would always find myself loving him, in ways a Jedi should not be allowed to love.

Anakin is a man of passion, choosing his heart first and foremost. I envy that you are his heart, and he has chosen you. I may have ruined that for myself, and I almost came to accept I will never have Anakin the way you do.

But all Anakins are stubborn, passionate fools. He told me, no matter what universe, he would never hate me. And despite seeing the anger in my Anakin’s eyes, his mind pushing me out, I still believe him. I believe that anger had to come from someplace that must have once been love.

Maybe I am a fool. I lost my love once by choosing the Order. I might have lost another by choosing them again.

If Anakin won’t talk to me, I’ll go to him first. I promise that. Because if your Anakin claims his love transcends the Force, well I must believe in the Chosen One’s words, right?

All the best to you. Keep him. Cherish him.

-Obi-Wan Kenobi.

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