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Title: What You Take With You

Author: Jedishampoo@aol.com

Pairing: Obi-Wan/Anakin, SLASH

Rating: NC-17

Time Period: A few months pre-ROTS

Warnings: Slash, Obi-Wan being dominant a little.

Summary: Palpatine tries something he thinks
may separate Obi-Wan and Anakin. Anakin the Submissive. Sith
ex machina plot.

Author�s Notes: Inspired by a discussion started by calichan on livejournal,
methinks. Why is Anakin always dominant? He is in my own stories, usually. So I
had a little fun trying to make him not so. Just an experiment. Tell me if it
works. I had a little trouble with Obi-Wan. Anakin was easy. ;) Beta by sharpeslass, thanks dahling. All other mistakes caused by my hurrying; I
whipped this out pretty quickly.

Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me, I made no money from writing this.

***

�Master Kenobi. I�m so glad you had time to see me.�

Palpatine waved at a seat in his stylish office, a
wide smile on his soft, lined features. The Supreme Chancellor�s manner was as
smooth as always, his every gesture fluid and ingratiating yet imperious.

Obi-Wan had never really liked him. He couldn�t have put a finger on why,
exactly, other than his status as a politician. Regardless of Obi-Wan�s personal feelings, however, the man was important to
the morale and cohesion of the Republic during this time of war. He kept his
refusal polite. �Thank you, but I have very little time, Chancellor. What is it
you wished to see the Jedi about?�

�Please, Master Kenobi. I did not ask you here to discuss the Jedi. Your order
has been quite crucial to the Republic�s successes in this terrible war so far;
I would, as always, leave the Jedi to make their decisions without my constant
intervention,� Palpatine oozed. �No, I merely wished
to speak with you for a few moments. You know that Anakin Skywalker is
important to both of us, and yet I so rarely see you. Yesterday, most of all,
was a momentous one. I wished to congratulate you on your training of such a
fine young man.�

It had only been one day since Anakin had officially become a Jedi Knight;
Obi-Wan was proud of this, more proud than he�d been when he�d become one
himself, on Naboo. Still, he did not wish to discuss
Anakin with this man, no matter how close the two were.

�Thank you,� was all Obi-Wan said, finally.

�Yes, quite momentous. I know your influence has been invaluable.� Palpatine�s expression grew thoughtful, distracted; he
raised a finger in the air, as if coming to a realization. �I wonder if perhaps
you might give him something for me. I know he is busy as well, but I am sure
that you will see him before I do. I hear that you are to remain together as a
team. And that you already have a new assignment.�

Obi-Wan didn�t want to be Anakin�s messenger any more than he wanted to discuss
him or their mission. �What is it?�

�A token. A trifle, really, I know how you Jedi shun possessions.� Palpatine moved to his desk. He pressed a button protruding
from its smooth black top. There was a low hum as a drawer slid open, and he
reached for something inside.

At the same moment Obi-Wan felt an odd fracturing of the Force, tiny but
disorienting. Vision skewed: the skyline outside the window wrenched itself
upside-down, and Palpatine�s face twisted, became
stretched, grotesque and maniacal. A low buzz vibrated through the atmosphere
of the office. Obi-Wan swayed in place for a moment. He had to uncross his arms
from inside his robes to stay balanced.

�Are you quite all right, Master Kenobi?�

As suddenly as it had appeared, the sensation was gone. The twinkling lights of
Coruscant�s cityscape were as right-side-up as ever, Palpatine�s expression merely pleasant and expectant. The
air was silent, still. Nevertheless, Obi-Wan knew that he should probably
discuss the phenomenon with Yoda as soon as possible. These were dark times,
and rumors persisted of a Sith Lord on Coruscant� �I am fine, Chancellor. I must return to the Temple.�

�I understand.� Palpatine held out a hand. Sitting in
the center of his palm was a tiny black sphere with ornate markings etched
around its center in white. �This is my token. Will you take it to Anakin
Skywalker?�

Obi-Wan held out a palm, felt its small weight fall into it, felt its
smoothness. �I will not.�

�I did not think so,� Palpatine smiled. �Good day,
Master Jedi.�

Obi-Wan left. He tucked the tiny ball into a pocket, he did not know which. He
did not seek out Master Yoda. He remembered that he�d wanted to, but could not
remember why. These lapses of memory did not bother him.

***

With a gentle pull, Anakin slid the lever that would take them into hyperspace.
The small ship jumped to lightspeed without a twitch,
smooth as water over glass.

Anakin looked to his right at the only other occupant of the vessel. Obi-Wan,
his friend, his former master, now nearly an equal. Anakin should have been
happy. He wasn�t.

Never would he be Obi-Wan�s true equal, it seemed.
Since he�d been named to the Council Obi-Wan was now a Jedi Master in name if
not active occupation. Anakin was proud, even as a frisson of guilty jealousy
crawled through his gut. Jealousy because Obi-Wan still outranked him. Another
reason lurked there as well, something Anakin could hardly admit to himself:
jealousy because Obi-Wan�s priority could become the
Council rather than Anakin. He would be their partisan, not his.

For despite all his skills, Anakin knew he did not have the Council�s trust. He
could only strive, as ever, for the spectacular and the impossible, hoping to
become a Jedi Master himself. Then they could never banish him, married or not.

The thought led to another of his little unhappinesses.
Padme. He�d had so little time with her between his
military meetings and her Senate meetings that they�d had hardly been able
celebrate properly. Politics, Jedi and sexual frustration did not mix.

And here they were, off again. The twitch of jealous energy spread, radiated
through his veins, at the thought of leaving Padme on
Coruscant with the toadies and the reprobates. He
wondered who she might perhaps meet with, talk to, when he wasn�t there.
Whether or not she might still want him when he finally returned...

He took a breath to banish the angry worry and fear. He was a Jedi Knight now.
When would he be able to bury his all-too-petty jealousies of those he loved
best?

How long would he be gone this time?

�Twelve hours,� Obi-Wan said.

It took Anakin a moment to realize that Obi-Wan was talking about the trip.
�Yes,� he said, waiting for more. But Obi-Wan remained silent, staring out the
cockpit window at the field of starlines, seeming to
brood.

Wrapped up in his own separation and professional anxiety, Anakin had spared
Obi-Wan�s behavior little thought. Now it penetrated
his consciousness that something might be wrong. Obi-Wan was normally reserved,
but had been even more silent than usual these last few hours.

Mildly worried, Anakin took a better look at his friend and mentor, examining
the familiar features. Obi-Wan�s brows were lowered,
and his forehead seemed to have developed a permanent crease down its center.
He�d seemed fine yesterday. Yet was that� a slight curl to his lips?

�May I ask what you are staring at, Anakin?� Obi-Wan said, suddenly, turning to
glare at him. Normally if Obi-Wan had asked such a thing, his tone would have
been gently ironic or teasing. Now, however, he sounded angry. And his
eyes... they no longer held the clear, open gaze Anakin was used to. They were
cold, as if some ancient grudge had crawled into them.

�Nothing,� Anakin said, not sure what other answer to give at the moment.

�Yes. You would say that, wouldn�t you?� Obi-Wan snarled the question, then
with terse movements, unhooked his restraints and jerked himself upright.

Stunned for a moment, Anakin could only turn and watch as Obi-Wan stomped
through the small doorless portal that separated the
pilot�s cabin from the ship�s small quarters. He stood there in the small space
between the facing couches, his back to Anakin, clear tension straining through
every line of muscle.

Anakin�s disquiet surged into a surprised, angry flare. Obi-Wan had never
talked to him like that when he was a Padawan. Anakin
surely wasn�t going to take it now that he was a Jedi Knight. He sprang out of
his own seat and followed. The ship could fly itself for the entire trip if it
needed to.

�What did I do now?� he demanded of Obi-Wan�s back.

�It�s not always about, you, Anakin.� Obi-Wan turned and stared at him,
blue-grey eyes cool and still oddly shuttered. Then something else crept into
them, something almost sly. �Or perhaps it is. I paid a visit to your friend Palpatine. He gave me something for you, but I think I will
keep it.�

Anakin was thrown off-balance by this new and startling information. �The
Chancellor? When did you see him?�

�Are you afraid he�s found another favorite?� Obi-Wan had moved in close, had
gripped Anakin�s shoulder with powerful fingers. His breath and beard tickled
at Anakin�s chin, but his wintry gaze didn�t waver. On the outside he looked
like Obi-Wan, the same brown hair bleached by countless suns falling over his
forehead, the same tiny crinkles surrounding those now-cold eyes. Anakin felt a
surge in the Force surround them, somber and pervasive. He�d never encountered
such a thing and couldn�t interpret it.

�No�� Anakin finally answered, nonplussed and almost afraid. He wasn�t sure he
liked the sensation. He took a breath and strove for a normal voice. �What did
he give you?�

�I don�t think he really gave me anything. A new insight, perhaps.� Obi-Wan
chuckled. His voice was one Anakin hadn�t heard before; low, almost seductive,
sexual. His soft, cultured accent, turned cruel. And now his mouth was at
Anakin�s ear, heated breaths sending inexplicably chilled shivers down his
spine. His grip had become two-handed, strong fingers holding Anakin�s
shoulders prisoner.

Anakin wondered if Obi-Wan was angry, or what new lesson this was supposed to
be. Jedi Knight or no, he�d been trained to listen to Obi-Wan for most of his
life, and after thirteen years it was a hard habit to break. Was there a reply
or motion Obi-Wan was waiting for? �What are you doing?� Anakin finally asked.

�What an idiotic question! Yes, I can say those things to you now.� Obi-Wan had
pulled back, and he laughed at Anakin�s shocked expression. His eyes were
wrinkled at the corners, brows raised; Obi-Wan�s
face, and yet not. �You wanted to be a Jedi Knight, Anakin. The ritual was
unexpected, was it not? Despite your power, perhaps you haven�t learned all
there is to know, or every thing that might be unexpected.�

�I don�t understand.�

�Of course you don�t.� Obi-Wan�s fingers had moved to
Anakin�s nape and were rubbing hard against his scalp, almost massaging,
sending small surges of the Force through his tense muscles. Anakin was relaxed
yet frozen, mesmerized by this strangely intimate new sphere of interaction. By
being this close to Obi-Wan in this way. And Obi-Wan was still talking, lips
close again to Anakin�s. �To be a Jedi, you understand, means diminishing the
self, the ego.�

�You�ve always said so.� Anakin was half-ashamed to find that his voice was a
whisper.

�Yet did I mean it?� Obi-Wan said cryptically, and then he did the most
astonishing thing: he kissed Anakin, not gently, but forcing his head down, his
mouth open. And Anakin just stood there and took it, and kissed him back, not
knowing why. It was disturbing. It was exciting beyond belief.

This was Obi-Wan acting like he did in battle. Single-minded, aggressive. So
many new sensations: his mouth was wet and slick, his beard rough on Anakin�s
chin. Above all rose an intuition that Obi-Wan wasn�t really angry after all,
and would not be doing this if he didn�t care for him, if he wasn�t still
Anakin�s partisan.

An entirely inappropriate and unexpected lust rose in Anakin. Almost of their
own volition, his hands lifted from his sides to pull at Obi-Wan�s shoulders, to bring him closer.

But the moment his fingers touched the cloth of Obi-Wan�s
tunics, he jerked back and pushed Anakin away. �No,� Obi-Wan said, blue eyes
now dark, glaring.

Anakin could only stare back in bereft puzzlement. �What?� he asked.

�Erudite as ever,� Obi-Wan said. Then without warning his hand flew out before
him. A massive Force-push shoved Anakin against the wall, the backs of his
knees against the edge of the couch.

He�d been taken by surprise, but if this was a fight, Anakin could be ready.
With a speed Anakin had rarely seen, however, Obi-Wan pressed against him
again, holding Anakin�s hands captive at his sides, mouth on his, sensual and
overwhelming. The sense of threat dissipated back into lust, into heavy breaths
and the feel of Obi-Wan�s rushed heartbeat against
Anakin�s chest.

Obi-Wan slid his mouth to the side, snaking his tongue into Anakin�s ear.
Anakin�s spine trembled, weak. Somehow he found the energy to ask, �Why?�

�Why not?� Obi-Wan laughed, a low, sinister arousing sound in Anakin�s ear.
�It�s what you want, isn�t it?�

�No, I--� Anakin started, but couldn�t think of a convincing enough lie to
refute it.

His hands were released and he felt a fumbling at his belt. Then it dropped to
the floor and warm, calloused palms slithered inside his tunics, violent
caresses against the sensitive skin of his belly. The muscles there jerked
involuntarily and independently of his heaving diaphragm.

�You said I was no Qui-Gon Jinn.� Obi-Wan�s voice, accusing, curled into his ear and wrapped
around his chaotic thoughts. �Would you prefer that I was?�

�No,� Anakin said, again, this time into Obi-Wan�s
neck, and as if from a distance he heard the pleading whine in his own voice.
He examined it for an instant from that distance. These were strange reactions
to someone he felt he�d known forever, yet he couldn�t ascribe an exact meaning
to them. He didn�t know why Obi-Wan was acting this way, but found, ultimately,
that it didn�t matter. It was... interesting.

�Why is that, I wonder?� A hand slid into his trousers, a searing, inflexible
grip on his throbbing cock, chafing it, each rough contact an agony. �He�s the
one who chose you, Chosen One.�

Anakin had to hold onto something: he risked light hands at Obi-Wan�s waist, and this time Obi-Wan didn�t stop or pull
away. Anakin was so grateful he could have wept.

�You chose me. Y-you didn�t have t-to,� Anakin stuttered, gasping, reaching for
anything, any phrase that would placate Obi-Wan. Reaching for the truth.

Obi-Wan licked Anakin�s neck, tongue tracing wet designs against his jugular,
his skin alternately chilled by the ship�s air and heated by warm breaths.
Still the firm hand stroked his cock, a thing which was quickly becoming the
focus of Anakin�s world, surrounded by a shuddering body which had ceased to be
under his control.

�But are you appreciative?�

�Yes,� Anakin said again. A brief guilt crept in: betrayal of Padme. But no, this was something intense and personal,
something between himself and Obi-Wan, and outside his relations with her. And
never would she be this sexually aggressive. Never.

�I don�t know. We�ll have to see, Anakin.�

The hand halted its stroking and pulled away. The pain of its abandonment was
an imprint, an exquisite torture. But Obi-Wan wasn�t leaving him and hadn�t only
been teasing him. Anakin felt his tunics being removed, even raised his arms to
make the job easier. Obi-Wan was watching him with an unfamilir,
almost clinical gaze, but Anakin didn�t care in the slightest. He kicked off
his own boots and pulled down his trousers, mortified at his own haste.

Obi-Wan stood back a step and, naked, Anakin moved close, offered a tentative
clutch at Obi-Wan�s belt. It was allowed; he uhooked the belt and set it on the couch, then pulled at
Obi-Wan�s tunics, counting the moments until he could
be skin-to-skin with his friend, his companion. Obi-Wan�s
was a familiar body, the muscled shoulders merely flesh in its normal
permutations but now seen in a new light seen as something to be desired.

Obi-Wan stepped out of his boots, watching, expectant. Anakin kneeled and
almost reverently lay his fingers at Obi-Wan�s waist,
thumbs both mechanical and real grazing the slight dip in the flesh between hip
and belly. Then he slid Obi-Wan�s trousers to the
floor.

A well-sized rigid cock met his eyes, and Anakin didn�t find it odd at all,
only felt thankful that it hadn�t only been him, that he�d been desired as
well. He glanced up to see Obi-Wan watching him, still, waiting, hand cupping
his chin in his reassuringly everyday gesture.

�I am appreciative,� Anakin said again, and he meant it. He wanted to
show how much, wanted this intimacy, wanted to make Obi-Wan happy. He leaned
forward until his lips nearly grazed the rounded, darkish tip.

�Hmmm,� Obi-Wan only said down at him, then was silent.

Anakin took that as permission to continue, and wrapped his lips around Obi-Wan�s penis, gently, another entirely new sensation he�d
discovered. He tasted the skin, firm, warm and dry. His hands on Obi-Wan�s hips clenched, but gently, just holding him steady.
Anakin had experienced this himself-- he was married after all-- but could only
hope he was doing it correctly.

He must have been doing something right. Obi-Wan still didn�t stop him, just
lay his fingers atop Anakin�s head, caressing his short hair. Emboldened and
knowing what he himself liked, Anakin pushed closer, slipping a hand between
Obi-Wan�s thighs to grasp his testicles with tender
fingers, cradling them in his palm. Obi-Wan�s stomach
muscles clenched; Anakin could feel it through his fingers. Pleased with his
performance, he slid two fingers around the bottom of the shaft and up to meet
his lips, breathing hard.

The small gasp Obi-Wan released was involuntary and Anakin knew it, felt it
course from his ears to his belly and throb at his still-painful erection. He
couldn�t believe they�d come to this, and how it thrilled him. Was this what
Obi-Wan had mentioned earlier-- about not knowing every thing that might be
unexpected?

In a desperate rush to please he launched himself forward and almost choked on
the hard flesh but he didn�t care, only wanted to bring about the result of his
own skill, his own desirability. Wanted to know that he could do this.
Distantly he felt Obi-Wan�s hands clamp about his
ears for a minute, maybe two, holding him as an anchor for a gentle rocking
motion, muffling the short harsh gasps. He could feel the tension that corded
Obi-Wan�s muscles like iron strands, could tell that
release was imminent.

Then, suddenly, his head was shoved away. Anakin inhaled for a moment, deep
shuddering breaths filling his lungs. His eyes were running and Anakin didn�t
know whether he was weeping or whether he�d choked himself, only that he was
being forbidden his victory.

�That�s enough,� came Obi-Wan�s voice from above him,
brutal and final.

�No,� Anakin choked. He�d earned it, deserved this opportunity, and the small
hopeful glimmer that reciprocation might be in order. That he could be this
profoundly intimate with Obi-Wan and that nothing could undo it once it had been
accomplished. �Please.�

And without permission he wrapped his biomechanical arm about the hips before
him, pressing them hard against his shoulders, and tasted again the sweat and
his own spit and the whole erotic mix that was this moment, swallowed it whole.
Either Obi-Wan couldn�t stop him or didn�t want to, but soon Anakin could feel
the shudder, the full-body grip and exhale of tension. There was a warm surge
at the back of his throat, and it was all worth it.

Unafraid for a moment in the exhilaration of success, he rocked back on his
heels and tried a sly smile at Obi-Wan. But his master�s arms were crossed, and
his eyes hard.

�You never do what I say, Anakin. And you never have. I don�t know why I
bother.�

�I�m sorry,� Anakin said, coughing. The disdain in Obi-Wan�s
new, hard eyes snatched away a bit of his victory. Yet he�d done nothing but
try to please. �I�m trying.�

�Why should I do anything for you?�

�You shouldn�t.�

�You will try harder.�

�Yes.� Here was Anakin�s chance to redeem himself. �What do you want me to do?�

Obi-Wan kneeled to face him and laid his palm alongside Anakin�s chin, thumb
grazing his lips. Anakin leaned forward, slow, to kiss Obi-Wan again, to let
the taste of his lips remind him of what he�d done. His friend allowed it for a
few slow moments, drawn-out and gentle. Anakin tried to push closer, seeking to
lay his throbbing erection alongside Obi-Wan�s
abdomen, seeking any touch, but firm fingertips pushed at Anakin�s chest.

�No.� The hated word fell again from Obi-Wan�s lips.
�Stop interfering, Anakin. Patience.�

Just when Anakin thought he knew where he stood in this situation, he was
wrong. It was disorienting. He simply dropped his head, closed his eyes, and
waited for whatever came next.

Torture, whispers of movement; Anakin could feel Obi-Wan in the Force, still
nearby but behind him now, then closer, and he could feel the rough hair of
Obi-Wan�s calves as he straddled Anakin�s legs, could
feel Obi-Wan�s soft penis pressing into his backside.
Wondrous; hands curled around his chest, stroking his touch-starved flesh, from
the sensitive skin of his armpits to his bent thighs. Soft lips at the back of
his neck.

Anakin didn�t dare move. A slick palm rubbed at his belly, down over his
abdominal muscles, but only the lightest touches on his cock, brushes here and
there, and he would have jumped each time if not for the strong arms encircling
him.

Then something pressed into his rear end. Obi-Wan�s
cock, stiffening again already. That was a surprise. Who�d have known Obi-Wan
had it in him?

�Move,� Obi-Wan said into his ear. Anakin didn�t know where he was supposed to
move at first, and he really didn�t want to move anyway, because he was
enjoying the erotic attention. But Obi-Wan�s fingers
on his shoulders twisted him in the direction of the couch, then grasped
Anakin�s hands and laid them on the edge until he was half-kneeling. Anakin�s
heart beat faster, pounding in his chest until his head swam and his vision
blurred. Excitement and fear commingled in his gut at what the position
suggested.

The position not only suggested, but confirmed. Strong fingers spread his
buttocks, and a warm, dry fingertip invaded, hurting a bit but Anakin didn�t
worry unduly. He�d endured worse pain. And then it was replaced by something thicker,
the tip of Obi-Wan�s cock, hard and still a little
sticky from semen and Anakin�s saliva, nosing at the opening. A slow burning
pressure inched its way inside him, then all of a sudden, a sharp pain and
intense pleasure inextricably combined and unexplainable. Anakin had to bite
his own lip to keep from crying out.

He felt the weight of skin and muscle pressing against his back, then heard
Obi-Wan�s low, harsh voice in his ear. �I�m the only
one who believes in you. The only Jedi. You know that, don�t you?�

�I know.� Anakin knew. There was no forgetting it at the moment.

�But do you really?� Another shove, hard, and both he and Obi-Wan grunted at
the same moment. And another.

�Yes! Ungh!� A hand clamped upon his erection and
pulled, and there was pleasure everywhere at once; the bliss of the hand
stroking his cock, the beyond-painful pressure of Obi-Wan�s
cock tearing through secret, burning places, the chilling breaths in his ears
and the hairs on Obi-Wan�s sweaty chest rubbing
against his back.

�Oh, Anakin,� Obi-Wan said. Anakin couldn�t determine the tone or the meaning,
and was too involved in the moment to think about it. There was pain, to be
sure, but it was an intimate pain, a beautiful one, and there was ecstasy at
each movement, both within and without. He�d never expected this, not in a
million years, and yet here they were, and Anakin was so close to what he
thought might be the most marvelous climax of his life.

Just at the perfect moment Obi-Wan suddenly stilled, took a few deep breaths
and removed his hand, leaving Anakin�s erection throbbing and unfulfilled. For
several seconds it sounded like Obi-Wan was scrabbling on the floor for
something. Then Anakin felt something he�d never, never dared to expect: cold
metal, trailing along the particularly sensitive underside of his cock. Obi-Wan
had Anakin�s lightsaber, and was using it to torture
him. And what was more, Obi-Wan knew it was torture, was enjoying it.

�Two weapons, so alike,� he whispered into the sweat at Anakin�s neck. �Yet you
worship the one and disregard the other until you need it.�

�Yes,� was all Anakin could say. In this upside-down universe, Anakin wasn�t
even sure which was which.

�Why is that, I wonder?�

�I-- I can�t think,� Anakin moaned, unable to stop the admission.

�I know,� Obi-Wan said. Then he began to push in and out of Anakin again, and
Anakin didn�t know which pain was more wonderful, the one inside or the hand
and the metal, both, stroking the outside.

He orgasmed in a rush, a half-scream torn from his
throat. It was humiliating. It was amazing.

His spasms must have teetered Obi-Wan over the edge as well. In a panting haze,
Anakin felt Obi-Wan shudder and pull out, soft where he�d been hard and brutal.
Then he was flipped over onto the floor and kissed again and it was so
wonderful to be held like this, when he�d never felt more vulnerable.

�Thank you, Master,� he found breath to say between kisses.

�You�re learning, Anakin. Loath as I am to admit it.�

Once such a phrase would have made Anakin furious, made him feel like a child.
But he wasn�t, now, and didn�t, not with Obi-Wan groping his body again in that
delicious way.

Except... something was digging into his back, something hard and small. He
pulled a hand from Obi-Wan�s soft hair to reach beneath
his hipbone. He discovered a tiny, black sphere, and rolled it in his fingers.
It was cold.

�What�s this?� he asked, and no sooner had he asked the question than it
crumbled to dust in his palm.

�What is what?� came Obi-Wan�s voice from his neck, and
then suddenly Obi-Wan, who�d been a writhing dervish an instant before, froze
as still as a rock. He pulled back, a look of pure amazement in his clear blue
eyes, and stared at Anakin. �Oh, dear,� he said.

Anakin thought Obi-Wan�s look of stupefaction must
have been similar to his own. �What was that thing?�

�What are you talking about, Anakin? Oh, five hells, what are we doing?�

�You started it.� Anakin was riveted less by Obi-Wan�s
strange behavior now than by what Obi-Wan was concealing. �Is that what the
Chancellor gave you?�

�The Chancellor? He gave me nothing.� Obi-Wan crawled off Anakin, took a look
around, and appeared utterly started for a moment. Then calm seemed to reassert
itself. He began to collect his clothing, to get dressed. �I never saw him.�

Anakin sat up as well. �You said you did.�

Obi-Wan had yanked on his trousers with light speed. Now shirtless, he was
pulling on his boots. �I should know. I never left the Temple.�

Anakin stared at him, wondering what he was trying to hide, wondering why he
had changed his manner again. Then he shrugged, and began to dress himself.
Apparently this interesting interlude was over. Maybe it would happen again;
only time would tell. For now it was time to humor Obi-Wan. �If you say so.�

�I do. Ah. Anakin.� Obi-Wan looked for a moment as if he didn�t know what to
say.

�Thank you,� Anakin said, simply.

Obi-Wan shook his head as if trying to clear it. �We shouldn�t speak of this.�

�I agree,� Anakin told him. If the Jedi Council would oppose his marriage to Padme, then surely they�d go darkside
over this. Of course, Obi-Wan had said there were unexpected things about the
Jedi. At least Anakin would have the memory, as would Obi-Wan, and who knew
what would happen in future?

***

Palpatine, Darth Sidious,
was sitting at his desk, surrounded by his Red Guard and surveying the center
of his Republic out the large transparisteel windows
that circled his office, when the call came. He�d been expecting it. He
dismissed his guards and turned on the holoprojector.

�Chancellor,� the small figure said, and bowed. It was Anakin Skywalker.

�How wonderful to hear from you, Anakin,� Palpatine
said, applying his most pleasant tone. �How is the situation on Koloriss?�

�We�ve only just arrived, Chancellor. I�m contacting you about something else.
Is the channel secure?�

�Of course, my boy!�

�Well.� The figure fidgeted. �Did Obi-Wan come to see you, when we were on Coruscant? I thought he said you gave him something for me,
but then he didn�t remember.�

�Why, no, he didn�t.� Palpatine tried his best to
look slightly puzzled. �How odd. That isn�t like him, is it?�

�No, it�s not. It�s just that there was this sphere, and it disappeared, and
there were odd circumstances��

�Is everything quite all right, Anakin?� His knew his most confidential,
querying tone would work. It always did, when he wanted Anakin Skywalker to
tell him something. �Is your master not well?�

�No, he�s fine. We�re optimistic about Koloriss, in
fact. I just wondered.� Anakin shook his head. �It�s probably nothing. I�m very
sorry to have bothered you, Chancellor. I know how busy you are��

�Never too busy for you, Anakin.� Palpatine exuded a
cheerfulness he definitely did not feel. He�d been so sure of success. There
would need to be other measures to be taken, if he were to separate Anakin
Skywalker from the influences most opposite to his own plans.

�Good afternoon, Chancellor. Perhaps we can end this war soon, and I can see
you when I return to Coruscant.�

�Goodbye, Anakin.�

Palpatine killed the connection, then sat for a few
moments, thinking. He wished he�d known what had happened. But if there had
been an irrevocable rift, surely Anakin would have told him.

Then he pressed another button, which would bring up another connection. Dooku. Dooku would just have to
kill Kenobi for him.

END

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