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Sun Kissed
Author: Vee017
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Chapter 14

Pitch-black night wrapped the room in darkness as he slept. Bandomeer was a moonless planet - the only light that filtered
through the open window was from the muted stars.

Chapped lips sucked wetly
on the heated skin beneath them�

A quiet breeze swept gently across him.

Warm bodies welcoming
the hard press of the other, sliding, moving, straining for completion�

His breathing hitched.

Hands slid along
narrow hips, teeth and tongue bathed the gentle curve of his neck�

Temptation.

Hands stroked him
intimately. Thumb rubbing his tip, smearing fluid and making him jump.
Caught in a dream, caught under a spell.
Not the first time his mind�s eye wandered into such territory.

Taking
hot, hard flesh into his mouth.
Sucking, licking, tasting. As much as he could get, wanted more, more, more. Deeper, wanting to go deeper, taking it all�

Groaning in sleep, his hips thrust into the air
unconsciously.

�Obi-Wan�� Moaning. Rough, winded voice.
�Obi-Wan��

Obi-Wan shot up in bed with a gasp, hands flailing until he
found a solid grasp on his sheets. Heart pounding and breathing heavily, he
looked around his room wildly, trying to collect his bearings.
Running a shaky hand through his sweat damp hair, he leaned forward
and groaned. He was hard. Achingly so.
Would the mortification never end?
It was a dream�just a
dream�
And not a dream he wanted. He couldn�t. He drew a frustrated breath and let it out with a harsh self-depreciating laugh. Why. Why was this
happening now? He�d been able to control most of his thoughts for the past
month. He�d managed to shut out and forget about the first time Anakin
presented himself for sex, ignored his shameful reaction when they�d met, but
the second time� Oh Force, the second time.
Anakin had been waiting for him in Obi-Wan�s own bed.
The bed he was in now actually.
�Oh Force,� he muttered helplessly.
It wasn�t right. Obi-Wan could still hear the words Anakin
had said to him about paying for him, belonging to him, using him. Obi-Wan had been horrified. Sick to
his stomach that Anakin could still think that of him despite doing everything
in his power for Anakin to not think
that of him. He�d been so confused, even more so when Anakin had sought
him out afterwards in anger.
Stars� end, I was
never disgusted with you Anakin. If anything I�m disgusted with myself.
It had shocked him more when Anakin left. He was at a complete and utter loss for what to do.
Thankfully Anakin hadn�t gone far and his shields thinned when he was
emotional.
What he got from him was enough to help come to terms with
what had happened and to meditate on what to do when Anakin eventually
returned.
Obi-Wan was both relieved and worried that Anakin had meant
to sleep with him to thank him for not
sleeping with him and not that he expected Obi-Wan to eventually demand it. The
logic was twisted, but given Anakin�s experience with people it should not have
come as a complete surprise. Anakin simply had no idea how to respond to people
who treated him with kindness and expected nothing in return.
And Obi-Wan honestly expected nothing in return. After
everything Anakin had been through, he resolved not to lust after him like
everyone else. But here he was doing the same things to Anakin in his dreams
anyway.
Obi-Wan forced himself out of bed,
ignoring the heat between his legs, and sat down on the floor in a meditative
position. He would release this to the Force. Try to release it.
Do or do not, there is
no try. He could practically hear Master Yoda�s voice.
He rubbed his forehead wearily. �it�s all I can do.

Cling to the past, a
Jedi does not.
�but I do. I�m not a
Jedi. I can�t help it. All I do is fail.

No. No, he�didn�t have to fail Anakin. He could get over
this, stop this, move past it. He�d buried it before, and he�d bury it again.
The fleeting thoughts of�
Sithspit,
it was so much easier before. Easier when Anakin�s rampant
thoughts were battering his shields, easier when he was teaching Anakin with a
dull throb in his head to distract him.
Didn�t have to think about his skin.
Didn�t have to think about his eyes.
Didn�t have to think about his lips, hands, waist.
His smile.
Didn�t have to remember his first sight of Anakin on Tatooine had taken his breath away.
It was thoughts like these, he considered in frustration, that were not productive to his presently
aroused state.
Force. Just� calm your mind.

But the harder he tried, the more his mind seemed to wander.
Stars help him, it wasn�t just
Anakin�s beauty that got to him either. It would be easier if it was, but the
attraction and these emotions were not skin-deep. Deep down past the pain,
anger, and trepidation, Obi-Wan knew Anakin was a good man. From guarded to
vulnerable, passion to sadness, uncertainty to calm�Anakin threw so many
different emotions at him it made him dizzy sometimes. Anakin felt things with
his whole being. And as much as it threw Obi-Wan, it also drew him in.
The longer Anakin stayed, the more attached Obi-Wan found
himself becoming. Maybe it was
because of his self-imposed isolation. Maybe he actually sort of�liked having another person around. Someone to talk to, someone to teach, someone to care for. Someone to spend time with.
Not being alone.

Had he been lying to himself, all these years? That it was
better to be alone? It was sensible, safer,
to be alone. Anakin made him question it all. Made him want to reach out.
It terrified him.
Obi-Wan groaned and buried his face in his hands.
Why did he continue to do this to himself? He�d lived on Bandomeer twice as long as he�d lived in the Temple, yet he
still tried to follow the teachings he�d learned as a youngling. While he�d
felt anger at the way the Jedi ignored Bandomeer�s
suffering under Offworld Mining, he still clung to
Jedi principles, clinging to a life that had long since been denied to him. The
teachings were meant for Jedi, and after his reassignment he learned the
majority of it no longer applied to him. He never embraced that �freedom�. His
time with the Jedi Order was twenty-four years in the past, yet it still
dominated his life.
Perhaps it�s time to
let it go, Kenobi.
By the stars, he wanted to let it all go. He had denied and
repressed so much over the years. Who knew all it would take was one Anakin
Skywalker to turn his world upside down?
>>>
Streaming sunlight hit him in the face many hours later.
Cracking an eye open, Obi-Wan winced in pain at the light, then winced again
when his neck cracked.
Damn it straight to Sith Hell, he
was never falling asleep while meditating again. Forcing himself from off the
floor and trying to ignore the pins and needles in his legs and the crick in
his neck from leaning again the mattress, he finally fell back onto his bed.
Massaging his neck with his hands Obi-Wan groaned. This was not a good way to
start his day.
The bad start to his day got worse when, after throwing on
his robe and stepping outside his room, he stepped on something sharp. Biting
back a hiss � more due to the startle than the actual pain � he glared down at
the object, then sighed loudly. Thinking of many
colourful choice words that he didn�t really mean, he bent down to pick up a
small metal rivet.
Anakin.

Anakin and his tools
and it was all
Obi-Wan�s fault, really. In an honest attempt,
hope-filled, and what he wouldn�t call desperate (at all, really), he�d asked
what Anakin had done before the brothel. The change in Anakin�s face and
demeanour was almost immediate. He�d smiled as he talked about the junk shop, about the machinery�he�d looked happy. If the AgriCorps needed someone
with mechanic abilities, Obi-Wan thought it just might be a better fit for
Anakin to be in that area rather than in tending plants.
When Obi-Wan brought Anakin a box of machine parts and some
old tools the day after their well, second
incident, it was probably the happiest he�d seen him thus far. The
�incident� was almost a week ago, and in that time Obi-Wan watched Anakin blossom. Something had changed in Anakin
after that night, a weight had lifted off his
shoulders. He moved lighter, his step was surer, and his smiles came more
easily.
But blossoming or not, there was no reason Obi-Wan had to
keep tripping over or stepping on machine parts.
Rubbing his eyes blearily and stepping into the kitchen, he
was pleasantly surprised to see breakfast already made. He�d started teaching
Anakin basic meals a while ago. Breakfast was by far the easiest meal to make,
so they started there. Unfortunately, unlike the Force, cooking was� not something Anakin picked up on
quickly.
But he was eager to learn. Spying the lumpy looking oatmeal,
Obi-Wan spared a quick glance at the stove, besides the days old scorch marks
everything seemed in place and relatively unharmed. How Anakin managed to set
fire to the wall behind the stove, Obi-Wan was sure he�d never figure out in forty
lifetimes. Anakin was now only allowed to use the burners furthest from the
wall while Obi-Wan was not present.
�You look like a bantha trampled
you,� Anakin said when he glanced up from his
food.
�Good morning to you too, Anakin,� said Obi-Wan dryly as he
watched him pile spoonful upon spoonful of sugar onto his oatmeal. Just
watching it made Obi-Wan�s teeth ache. The amount of
sweet foodstuffs Anakin consumed on a daily basis was nothing short of astounding.
Would you like some
porridge with your sugar, Anakin?
�You�re not getting sick, are you?�
Obi-Wan blinked. �Of course not, why?�
Anakin raised an eyebrow. �You�re not dressed, you haven�t
shaved, and you look horrible.�
Fair enough.
�I�m just a bit tired, didn�t sleep very soundly,� he
replied, trying to ignore why he
hadn�t been able to sleep soundly. In the harsh day of light it was easier to
ignore what went on in the back of his mind, easier to forget what came out in
the dark.
�Oh.� Anakin took a mouthful of his porridge slowly, looking
at Obi-Wan closely. �You�re growing a beard.�
Obi-Wan gave him a wry look. �If I stopped shaving for a few
days altogether I�d have a full on
beard.�
And Force was it true. At the rate at which his facial hair
grew, it would take less than a week; his five o�clock shadow showed up at
noon.
��I made you breakfast,�
said Anakin proudly, interrupting his thoughts.
�And how much motor oil is in it?�
Anakin laughed. Obi-Wan dropped the rivet he had stepped on
onto the table and surveyed said kitchen table with a bit of dismay. Not that
he could even see parts of the table underneath
the half-built whatever it was that lay near Anakin.
�What is that?�
�Thought I�d built you a vacuum bot,�
he remarked and went back to spooning sugar.
�A vacuum bot�?� Obi-Wan repeated,
then shook his head. �Anakin there are machine parts everywhere. I thought we�d
agreed they�d be kept to your room?�
�We did. But then I found out I work better on different
parts in different areas.�
Through sheer self-restraint, Obi-Wan managed not to wince
and purposely tried to not look into his living room.
�Of course you did.�
�I�ll pick them up, honest.�
�I know you will.�
He couldn�t even stay pretend
mad or exasperated when challenged with that pout, even while he imagined bits
of metal and haphazardly discarded tools all over the floor.
Anakin smiled and continued eating. �You might want some
sugar on yours, I think I burnt it a bit.�
Obi-Wan by-passed the sugar and stirred
milk into Anakin�s attempt at porridge. It was a miracle at all that
Anakin would cook and eat porridge. The first time Obi-Wan had presented him
with it, he�d scowled at it and likened it to gruel, poking at the stuff
distastefully and probably wondering about how best to set it on fire without
Obi-Wan noticing. After much
convincing and debating Anakin had finally taken a bite. The thicker
texture and option of adding whatever he wanted to it had brought him around
eventually.
�Healer Leueka commed earlier while you were sleeping. She wants to
talk about how my Force abilities are coming and feed me. Says
I�ve been �cooped up� for a while.� Anakin rolled his eyes. �I�ve been
into town with you before. It�s not that exciting or anything.�
Something in Obi-Wan�s chest lurched.
And�that was a weird feeling. Obi-Wan was
hard pressed to keep his face neutral as guilt snuck up on him. Should he have
been encouraging Anakin out more? Taking him out more often? Ankain should be
going out, he should be meeting people and making
friends within the community. He couldn�t isolate Anakin like he isolated
himself. Mi�aka had been sanctioned by Master Yoda to
oversee the aspects of Anakin�s Force control, his shielding, or anything else
he needed that Obi-Wan required more help in teaching him. Surely Mi�aka and Master Yoda would agree that Anakin�s lack of
socialising was not a good thing.
Obi-Wan started when he felt Anakin�s hand on his forehead.
He didn�t even hear him move.
�You don�t feel warm.�
�I�� Obi-Wan said, mouth dry. He
cleared his throat and tried to continue. �You should go get ready.� Don�t think. Don�t think about his hand.
�You�re spacing out. If you�re not feeling well-�
�Anakin, I feel fine,�
he lied. �I�m just tired. Truly.�
Anakin went to his room after Obi-Wan finally managed to
convince him, leaving Obi-Wan alone in the kitchen. He pushed his bowl out of
the way and laid his head miserably on the table.
He was not fine.
>>>
Bail Organa laughed, tears in his
eyes, as his new daughter was placed into his arms for the first time. She was
beautiful. Absolutely exquisite, the most perfect being he had ever laid eyes
on, and she was the spitting image of her mother. He smiled openly at Breha, his love, his Queen.
For years, he
thought, We�ve been waiting for this moment, and it�s
perfect.

Princess Baileah Organa would be loved and cherished by her parents and
their entire planet. She was their miracle, and Alderaan
finally had an heiress to the throne.
So many years of trying and of not being able to conceive -
of devastating miscarriages and false hope - the universe finally came through.
So many things had been going wrong in the Republic for
years: Separatists, Ventress, the Sith,
Palpatine�s death�but now things were looking up.
Incredible, he
considered, watching his daughter�s peaceful face, how the birth of a child can create such hope.
The war was almost over, his time as Supreme Chancellor had
been well spent, and now he had a little girl to watch over with his wife. They
had been so cautious when Breha had told him of her
pregnancy. They kept it quiet not wanting to get anyone�s hopes up - not
wanting their hopes up. But every
month that the pregnancy progressed, every milestone passed, every scare that
ended in relief had raised their hopes. When Breha
reached six months they knew should anything happen, a caesarean could be
preformed and the infant had a chance to survive in an incubator.
It was with a heavy heart he missed his daughter�s birth,
but if he could stabilize the Republic for her and her future then it was a
worthy price for her to grow and live in peace. Sitting on the edge of the bed,
his wife by his side, and daughter in his arms, all was right in his world.
>>>
Qui-Gon Jinn smiled at the Organa family from his position outside on their room�s adjacent
balcony. The trip to Alderaan had been, thankfully,
uneventful. No assassination attempts, no disturbances in the Force� after
everything the galaxy had been through these past few years, it was a comfort and
relief to watch a family reunite. Chancellor Organa
had done so much to salvage the Republic, to keep hope alive and despair at
bay, particularly after Palpatine�s death aboard the Invisible Hand.
What happened to Palpatine was a
tragedy, but Qui-Gon had never been able to shake the
feeling that there was just something off
about the former Chancellor. Instinct told him that it may have been more
than just a coincidence that the Force started clearing after his untimely
death. He had his suspicions, and he knew he was not alone in them. With luck,
once they drew out and captured Ventress, things
would start to fall into place.
But there was one thing he knew for sure that the Force was
telling him: the fate of the Republic was much safer with Organa
than it ever had been or would have been with Palpatine.
Turning from the window, he looked out onto the spacious
balcony where his Padawan was practicing his katas. Watching the fluid way he moved, Qui-Gon couldn�t be more proud.
Zett was undeniably gifted �
already he had far surpassed his age-mates in his lightsabre
skills. Raised by the Temple from infancy, the boy was a quick learner and
loyal to the Order. There was a certain strength and maturity about him that
pleased Qui-Gon � it was because of these traits he
could see exactly why Master Unill had taken the boy
on as a Padawan.
Let the Force guide
your actions, Qui-Gon always used to say. When Unill was killed, Qui-Gon did as
he preached and let the Force guide him to Zett, and
in doing so broke a thirty-three year oath.
Thirty-three years since he trained a padawan.
Thirty-three years since Xanatos.
Although it was long in the past, the memory still stung. Oh, Xanatos,
Qui-Gon thought as he watched Zett.
Master Dooku had warned him long
ago, before Qui-Gon had been Knighted,
that his greatest weakness was his compassion for all living things; and that
eventually, he would taste betrayal from someone close to him. For it to be his
own apprentice had been agonizing.
Xanatos had held so much promise. He
had such a strong connection to the Force. Gifted and powerful, but he was also
aggressive, manipulative and deceitful� traits that Qui-Gon
ignored due to his affection for him.
Hindsight was as much a curse as it was a blessing.
I let my emotions get
in the way of training of Xanatos, and it cost us
both dearly, he thought. I treated
him as a son rather than a pupil. I refuse to make the same mistakes with Zett. I�ve learned that lesson.
The only good thing that came out of the situation with Xanatos was that it was the catalyst for reuniting Qui-Gon with Dooku. His old Master
had been distant after his Knighting. Then again, Dooku
had been distant during his
apprenticeship as well. Even though they�d been one of the finest
Master-Apprentice teams in the Temple, Qui-Gon and Dooku had never been close.
After Xanatos�s betrayal, it had been something of a
comfort to be in Dooku�s company again. Subsequent
�I-told-you-so�s� stung, but the joint missions were
a relief and through them Qui-Gon had come to
understand his former Master more deeply than he ever had during his years as a
Padawan learner. Dooku was
more than a former Master; he was a friend.
A friend who never stopped reminding Qui-Gon of just how much he still had to learn, of course.
He would always be grateful for Dooku�s
companionship, friendship, and wisdom. He hoped that Dooku
in turn was thankful to Qui-Gon that he had persuaded
him to not leave the Jedi Order.
It would have been a
great loss, he mused.

For years, Dooku had been growing
discontent by the way the Order functioned. Annoyed by the interference from
the Senate, the politicians who misled and used the Jedi to further their own
agendas rather than watch out for their own people. The
corruption and bureaucracy of it all.
It had taken time, but Qui-Gon
still managed to convince his old Master that he could do more good from within
the Order than from outside it.
His presence, in Qui-Gon�s
opinion, helped make the Council stronger and encouraged the Jedi to stand
further apart from the dealings of the Senate. The Jedi were the peacekeepers
of the galaxy � they fought for all the people, not just what the politicians
told them to fight for. With the appointment of Bail Organa
as Supreme Chancellor, Qui-Gon could see a new light
in Dooku,
hope that Organa could put an end to the corruption
that had long plagued the Senate.
There was now light at the end of
a dark tunnel.
Zett�s blade moved through the air
and Qui-Gon nodded, pleased with his precision.
Yes, the boy was a good choice. And Master Yoda was finally appeased. No longer did his
visits and meetings with the small Master end with �a new Padawan you should take, hmm?�.
He appreciated the confidence Yoda had in him despite his
failure with Xanatos. He also appreciated not being
cornered into attending any more of the potentials� tournaments. He had only ever
attended one, and it was enough to convince him he wasn�t ready. Aggressive
students seemed drawn to him. It was best for everybody that he chose to
distance himself from Initiates after that.
Movement from inside the Queen�s chamber caught his
attention. Several handmaids made their way in with the mid-day lunch.
The Queen motioned to one of her handmaids to take the
princess back to her nursery. As she took the child into her arms, with all the
grace and care instinctive to a mother, Qui-Gon
couldn�t help but feel a tug in the back of his mind. The Force seemed to draw
him towards this woman, but there was something about her he couldn�t quite
place. She appeared happy, smiling for the Queen and her newborn daughter, but
past her mask he could sense� a deep longing,
almost painful.
>>>
Late afternoon found Anakin sitting by the window in Obi-Wan�s home. He alternately watched as the rain fell softly
onto the ground outside and rolled down the glass pane. He liked it when it
rained like this the most. Thankfully it was usually like this, and not like
the storm that greeted him the first night he spent on Bandomeer.
No more sandstorms, he
smiled. Yes, he definitely liked the
rain.
He also liked how much more comfortable he and Obi-Wan were
becoming of each other, and now that Anakin was surer of his place, he found
himself opening up. And Obi-Wan reacted to that with a bit more than his
usually reserved nature.
The off-hand quips he could make!
It made Anakin start to grin
thinking about his discovery that Obi-Wan had a very dry sense of humour (that
he was finding he quite liked). He also liked that Obi-Wan didn�t seem offended
when Anakin sometimes said the wrong things. He knew he had a big mouth and
could have a bit of an attitude. It could be annoying or irritating to most,
but to Obi-Wan it was almost as if the older man was amused.
Once Anakin started letting his guard down and finally
accepted his freedom he found his mouth trying to play catch-up. And he found
he loved verbal sparring with Obi-Wan and trying to get different reactions out
of him.
He gets so flustered
sometimes. Anakin laughed to himself. It�s�kind
of adorable.
Whenever that perpetually calm veneer cracked, Anakin got a
look at the man beneath the surface and found himself
wanting to see more.
The Jedi taught Obi-Wan to be distant, but Anakin would
teach him the opposite even if it killed him. He�d always had a bad habit of
pushing things.
He would start small, or try to anyway. He still wanted to
thank Obi-Wan for everything, and since he wouldn�t accept sex, Anakin would
built him a bot. It was a small little thing, but it would clean the floors. Which
meant Anakin wouldn�t have to if he spilt oil or something, but that was beside
the point. He did eventually manage to clean up all the machine parts from Obi-Wan�s kitchen and living room.
Well, for the time being,
anyway.
He�d been so excited when Obi-Wan had dropped the box of
tools and machine bits in front of him. The sheer joy that bubbled up inside of
him was something he hadn�t felt in� kriff, in years. In a way, Obi-Wan had unknowingly
given him a part of his mom back. All of Anakin�s mechanical skills were
inherited from her. His mother could fix anything; there had always been parts
of circuitry and machinery around their hovel. She�d been the one to teach him
the basics and encouraged him to start building things himself. Having tools
back in his hands made him feel closer to her.
Mom�
Good things always seemed to leave him.
He desperately hoped Obi-Wan wouldn�t.
He was worried about Obi-Wan this morning. It wasn�t often
he came out of his room not fully prepared to meet the day, and it wasn�t often
he slept later than Anakin, either. He�d looked like he was coming down with
something. His skin was paler, his eyes darker� but the way he winced when his
neck moved calmed Anakin down, thinking that maybe it was just because Obi-Wan
didn�t have a good sleep, like he said.
It still worried him, though. Obi-Wan getting sick� His
stomach lurched at the mere thought. Even though he knew Mi�aka
was around to help in any and every available capacity, and that this was a
Republic planet and the healthcare was light years beyond what was available on
Tatooine, the memories of sick and dying slaves
plagued his mind. On Tatooine, falling ill was as
good as a death sentence.
Obi-Wan hadn�t felt feverish, though. Thank the Stars.
But more than that, it also served to prove something to himself. He hadn�t
hesitated to touch Obi-Wan. �Thinking
back, it astounded him that he never had. He knew he liked physical contact with Obi-Wan, but realizing
how much he himself initiated it? It was hard to believe � something he�d never
considered was possible from himself after the
brothel.
It was�nice.
�What is it with you
Obi-Wan Kenobi?�
Anakin suspected he already knew a lot of the answers to his
own question, but hearing Obi-Wan enter the living room derailed his thoughts.
Turning, he was glad to see Obi-Wan looking better than he did this morning.
When Anakin got back from his visit with Mi�aka (who
had kindly informed him that �Healer Leueka� was a
formality he didn�t need to have with her), Obi-Wan didn�t look as drawn.
Anakin�s own relief was practically palpable.
�It�s doing that rain thing again,� he said, hoping for that
small smile that sometimes played on Obi-Wan�s lips.
He wasn�t disappointed.
�It�ll probably rain all night by the looks of it.�
�It was a nice day until I got back.�
Obi-Wan sat down on the window�s bench across from Anakin.
�How was your day, anyway?�
�Mi�aka told me some things about
Force signatures. Said she�d leave it up to you if you wanted,� he said. Just
remembering the Twi�lek Jedi talking about sensing
people�s presence in the Force filled him with anticipation. It was another
aspect he wanted to learn and hone as soon as possible. He couldn�t sense Obi-Wan�s thoughts through his shields, but just thinking about
being able to feel his presence made Anakin feel almost giddy.
�Then she talked about that little troll thing��
�Master Yoda,�
Obi-Wan groaned out in resignation.
Anakin shrugged. �Whatever. Mi�aka
was talking about him and the things he can do with the Force, but great Jedi
or not, he still creeps me out.�
Anakin watched a small smile play on Obi-Wan�s
mouth, before he stared out the window into the distance. The sadness was there
again, creeping into Obi-Wan�s eyes. Anakin moved his
head to one side, thinking. Was it the Jedi who brought -?
�He was the only one who believed in me��
It was said so quietly Anakin barely heard him. He stayed
quiet, hoping Obi-Wan would continue. That, and he
didn�t really know what to say. But Obi-Wan shook himself and Anakin saw him
trying to detach from the subject.
�It was a long time ago, it shouldn�t matter-�
No, no way you�re
getting out of this one!
�Do you really miss it?� he interrupted. There was more to
his insistence than mere curiosity. True, he desperately wanted to know more
about this intriguing man�s past, but this� this was important. It felt important.
�All I ever wanted was to be a Jedi. It�s what I was trained
for, but�but it wasn�t my destiny. I�m a farmer.
�
The derision in Obi-Wan�s voice
shocked him. Why would he think that�s
bad? Anakin could admit that when Obi-Wan first told him he worked for the AgriCorps he thought it was boring, but the more he learned
about Jedi training the more distant he felt from it. He knew the Jedi were
still heroes, but their perfect shine had dulled.
�I like it better here,� said Anakin softly. �This world, the AgriCorps, you all still
do great things. You�re still doing good even
if it�s not on the front lines. People are starving out there.� He paused and
wet his lips. ��Trust me,
I know what that�s like.�
Obi-Wan met his eyes. Anakin continued with a shrug.
��Way I see it, Bandomeer represents as much hope to the starving as the
Jedi represent to the oppressed.�
And stars, did he mean it. The people of this planet used
their skills to grow food for others who were in need of it. And Bandomeer itself was beautiful. It was safe. It was the complete opposite of everything Tatooine had been, and he couldn�t have been luckier that
he ended up here with the man in front of him.
Anakin stood and held out his hand to Obi-Wan.
�Come stand in the rain with me?�
After a brief hesitation, Obi-Wan�s
eyes were wide, perhaps a little dazed, but his hand in Anakin�s was warm.
>>>
Light years away on Alderaan, a
Queen smiled happily, a Supreme Chancellor relaxed for the first time in
months, a Padawan switched from sabre practice to
meditation, a Jedi Master went to follow up on a feeling, and a handmaid walked
the corridors unaware of a Jedi�s interest.
The halls of the Aldera Royal
Palace were sleek and seemed to exude serenity. The princess�s nursery was decorated
in colours of white and yellow -purity and happiness - the joy to all her
people.
The handmaid smiled as she placed Princess Baileah gently into her bassinet. She was a beautiful girl,
dark hair and midnight eyes, and the handmaid was more than happy for the Queen
and Chancellor. They�d gone through so much for a child. Her heart warmed for
them. People as good and as deserving of happiness as they were few.
But it was bittersweet.
For every time she watched the Queen hold her child close, Shmi Skywalker�s heart broke.
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