Warnings: 1. Due to recent discussion I feel I must warn that
this story contains A/O. If you don't like Anakin/Obi-Wan
slash, your delete button is there for a reason 2. This story
contains some slightly non-con elements. Think dysfunctional
relationship. 3. This story follows canon. You know that thing
that didn't happen? Well, it happened.
Summery: The Council gives Obi-Wan and Anakin a mission.
Disclaimer: Pop Quiz: Who owns Star Wars? (hint: not me) A:
George Lucas. And do you really think I could make any money
off of this?
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Notes: I want to say thanks to all the wonderful people who
gave me feedback on the last one who I never got to reply to.
:( And thanks to Master Falcona and my Bondmate Boots for the
beta.
I woke up this morning wrapped in his arms. I rose first and
slipped out of his bed and went to my own bedroom.
I am bewildered. He didn't take me last night, just pleasured
me. Why? And why the vid? That answer at least I can take a
good guess at. He wanted a reaction out of me. He got one. It
was just such a shock to see my lover and Master, especially
under those circumstances. But that is a ploy that will only
work once, and he knows it. I dread to think what he will come
up with next.
I can hear him moving now, getting up. He wanders into the
fresher to take a shower. While he is in there I push last
night's events out of my mind and concentrate on today's
schedule. I have canceled almost all of Anakin's sparring and
other weapons-related classes. In their place I have assigned
him extra mediations. I'm sure he notices, but he never makes
mention of it.
As I look this over, I move to begin breakfast. Before I reach
the kitchen, however, my com goes off.
"Knight Kenobi?" Master Windu's face blinks into existence.
"Good morning, Master." Why is he calling me so early?
"Can you and Padawan Skywalker be ready for a mission by this
evening?"
A mission! My heart skips a beat. We haven't been sent out on a
mission in months. My first instinct was to be grateful, we
would be out of the temple. But could I handle Anakin on a
mission? Would it jeopardize the outcome? I realize belatedly
that Master Windu is expecting a response. "Of course we can,
thank-you Master."
"Good, I'll send you the details shortly. Good luck Knight
Kenobi." His face disappears, leaving me staring at a blank
screen. Without turning I know that Anakin has come up behind
me.
I enter the room just in time to hear Obi-Wan accept a mission.
No! It's too soon, the Council wasn't suppose to send us
anywhere until tomorrow at the very earliest. "We are going on
a mission, Master?"
"Yes Anakin." He turns around to look at me. "We are to be
ready to go by evening. Please pack our things while I read
over the mission details."
I nod and turn back to my room.
"Wait, Anakin." I turn and look back at him. "Before we leave,
I need your promise that you will do nothing to endanger the
mission."
I know what he means. That our agreement might have to be
suspended for the duration of the mission. Since I have no
intention of letting us anywhere near wherever it is we are
being sent, I have no problem with agreeing to this. "Of
course, Master."
"Thank-you Padawan." He looks relieved, as though he expected
more of a fight. I leave the room hurriedly, giving the
impression that I must scurry to pack.
In reality, I need to send a message. I sit down at the
terminal in my room and quickly key in the words, 'We are
leaving tonight, please advise.' With that done I move to pack
my own things, then move into the other room to pack Obi-Wan's.
As I pack he reads me the specifics of our mission. I bareley
pay an attention. It is a simple mission, a treaty is up for
renewal and is in dispute. The Senate would like for things to
remain as they are, so they decided to send two Jedi. Us. Too
bad we'll never make it there, I think very quietly, allowing
myself a small, secret smile.
By lunch time we are all packed and ready to go. After I've
eaten I go to my 3rd degree Kata class, one of the only formal
classes left on my schedule. By the time we are getting ready
to go, I am shaking inside. What am I suppose to do? I have to
go with him, but if I can't snatch him on this trip, I don't
know when the next opportunity will come.
"Are you all right Padawan?" his voice is soft. If I hadn't
know better I would say that he is genuinely concerned for me.
"Everything is fine, Master." I reassure him, just as my com
beeps. I glance at my watch, "Just a moment Master." He nods
and I quickly duck into my room. The message on the screen is
short. 'Proceed as planed.' Good, he must have been able to get
everything in place. I leave my room and join my patiently
waiting Obi-Wan. Together we leave and head for the docking
bay. As we enter the ship I wonder if we shall ever see the
temple again.
It is late before Obi-Wan retires. He is determined to do
everything in his power to make this mission a success. Before
he leaves the room he pauses, as though he would say something.
But he doesn't. He merely looks at me and leaves.
I wait until he falls into a deep but troubled sleep. When he
has, I mask my presence the best I can and sneak into his room.
As I draw closer I can see that he has been restless, the sheet
is almost off the bed. I take a moment just to look at him,
marveling yet again at how much like a youth he looks while
asleep. Sometimes I wonder if he has aged at all since he took
me as his Padawan. Projecting for all I'm worth I move his arms
to his sides and straddle him, my knees resting lightly on his
wrists.
Once I am in position I brush my hands over his forehead and
begin to inject an incredibly strong sleep command deep within
his brain. Unfortunately, just as I am breaching what shields
he has up while sleeping he becomes aware of someone intruding
in his mind. His eyes snap open and as soon as he sees me he
tries to throw me off. I hold him down tightly, trapping his
wrists beneath me. I grasp his head with my hands and shove the
command in as hard as I can, throwing finesse to the winds.
Gradually he ceases his struggling, and a moment or so later he
is in an almost coma like sleep. He will not be able to awaken
without my assistance.
I check my watch before picking him up, good, right on
schedule. I carry him though the halls, making my way towards
the docking bay. The shuttle is right where it should be and I
hurry onboard. I deposit my bundle on the floor of the cockpit
and run a pre-flight check.
It isn't long before the signal comes though, and I leave the
ship. I know that seconds after we enter hyperspace the warship
currently bearing down on the transport will destory it.
It will be a few hours before we rendezvous. I pick Obi-Wan up
and carry him to the back of the shuttle. I strip off his Jedi
clothes and lie him on a bench while I retrieve the other
clothes that should be in here. They are right where they are
suppose to be. I change into the the black clothes myself, then
dress Obi-Wan. It would have been easier to wake him and get
him to dress himself, but I don't feel like dealing with a
conscious Knight right now.
As I dress him I find myself runing my hands over his skin,
noting every scar, every cut, every bruise. The busises mark
him as mine, but the scars mark him as Jedi. Once we are there,
I promise myself, I will rewrite his body so that it is all
mine. He will still have scars that mark him as Jedi, for he
was Jedi. But he will have more that mark him as mine. He will
belong to me, and to the dark.
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