Archive: M_A, anywhere else just ask
Rating: PG
Pairing: A/O with hints of Q/O
Categories: POV, Angst
Spoilers: You have seen TPM, right?
Series: Night's Secret, Knight's Shame #7
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?
Feedback: Someone's still with me? By all means let me know. Any
and all forms of feedback are appreciated greatly.
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.