Until Death Do We Part

Chapter 1 - Necromancy

Author's Note: Okay, so, I wrote this fic as a gift for my friend thephantompanther. Sorry about how late this is. I think you asked for it like... three months ago? Lol. It's finally done though, and it was supposed to be a one-shot, but it's actually like three chapters. :D I'll be releasing it every other Friday until it's done. :P

To thephantompanther: I hope you enjoy this story!!! :D And feel free to leave any and all comments which you might have. ^-^

~ Amina Gila

The silence in the room is broken by a sudden crack, and Obi-Wan's head jerks up from his datapad. Anakin curses, slamming a hydrospanner down on the low table in the middle of the room hard enough that Obi-Wan fears the wood might be dented. The Padawan glares furiously down at the half-reassembled droid in his hands as if it is at fault for breaking again. Growling, he suddenly hurls it across the room, and it crashed into the wall, falling to the floor and rolling away a few feet, a couple loose parts tumbling out.

Obi-Wan frowns. Ever since Geonosis which was scarcely a week ago, Anakin has been increasingly moody and irritable, and it's worrying him. He can't even begin to understand the way Anakin is struggling, having to readjust to a prosthetic limb, but he senses there is something else going on, something to which he is not privy. "Have you been sleeping?" Obi-Wan asks finally as Anakin's glower turns to his mechanical limb. He's still not used to the strength of it, and he keeps breaking things by accident. "You seem unusually stressed and irritable recently."

When it becomes clear that Anakin isn't planning to reply, Obi-Wan continues pushing. "Are you still having dreams about your mother?" Anakin twitches, expression turning stony, and Obi-Wan takes that as an affirmative. While his Padawan has never really spoken to him at-length about the dreams, Obi-Wan has assumed they were born as a result of Anakin's not-so-secret attachment to her. "You need to let her go," he says gently, and Anakin snaps.

In a flash, he's on his feet, anger flashing in his blue eyes and pouring into the Force around him as he whirls on Obi-Wan, flicking his right hand. Obi-Wan barely has a chance to duck as a stool from the kitchen counter comes hurtling at his head. "Padawan!" he exclaims in surprise and disbelief as the stool hits the wall with a deafening crash. "What has gotten ahold of you?!"

"She's dead!" Anakin screams at him, and only now does Obi-Wan notice the way he's shaking, Force signature a maelstrom of seething emotions. Pain. Anger. Guilt. Grief. Oh. Oh Force. So this is why Anakin was on Tatooine when Obi-Wan attempted to contact him from Geonosis right before his capture. Up until now, both he and Senator Amidala have been reticent about why exactly they were there – though Obi-Wan had guessed – and what happened while they were there.

"She died in my arms, and there was nothing I could do about it!"

Obi-Wan winces. He understands all too well the pain of losing a parent. Qui-Gon was like a father to him, even if he shouldn't have been, for such is not the way of the Jedi. "I'm sorry, Anakin," he tells him quietly. "I didn't know."

He can feel Anakin's pain as he slumps back on the couch, rubbing his hands over his face. It hurts. Anakin has long been prone to attachments; his biggest problem has always been holding on too tightly to the people he cares about, and Obi-Wan has no idea how he'll move past this. If he ever will, a voice in the back of his mind thinks bitterly. He wants to help Anakin, but he doesn't even know how. His Padawan has grown more and more distant as time has passed, becoming increasingly distant from him. It stings if he's being honest. He wants to help Anakin grow into the best Jedi possible, but he doesn't know how to do that if Anakin refuses to be open with him about anything. It feels like a struggle to get him to speak about anything of an emotional nature, and Obi-Wan doesn't know why.