Two Halfs of One Warrior • Obikin/Vaderwan One-Shots

Trouble

• Summary: Anakin and Obi-Wan come face-to-face with their alternate self's from a different universe. Their alternate self's also happen to be Siths.

This is also connected to the Burn One-Shot.

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Chapter 1: Seeing Double

Obi-Wan wakes up, stunned and in pain. His ears are ringing. An explosion, then, he thinks, though he can feel no shrapnel in his skin. His body is shaking, quite violently and he opens his eyes to see Anakin over him.

"Are you alright?" Anakin asks, finally stopping the nudges to his shoulder.

"I'm fine," he answers, looking around, until he sees who's standing a few meters away. "Only, it appears I'm seeing double."

Anakin turns around, and gapes in shock. At least he's not hallucinating, but that doesn't explain why there's another Anakin standing behind the first one.

"What happened?" He asks, as they scramble to their feet.

"There was this loud flash and then we passed out, I woke up right before you," Anakin answers, sending a wary look to his double. "Is this a vision?" Anakin's never had many of those, so he wouldn't know, but this doesn't feel real in that heart-rending way force visions usually do. They were sweeping an old battlefield hoping to find a salvageable tactical droid to scrub for intel, and he can still smell the carbon scoring in the air, the background of an upturned tank as clear as the figure that walks up from behind it, familiar but off, like looking at a flipped picture of one's face.

"I think I can shed some light on the situation," the picture says, and the first thing Obi-Wan thinks is is that what I sound like? The second thought is oh no, when he finally notices the glaring difference. Their eyes are yellow.

"Who are you?" He asks, hand resting on his saber.

"Well, I thought that, if nothing else, would be obvious."

Changelings? Not very good ones if so. They both look older, though not by much. His... Twin's? Reflection's? Hair is longer, with strands of grey at the temples, but not unkempt. In fact it almost looks meticulously styled compared to his own battle greasy strands. The other Anakin, standing back, relaxed in a way he's never seen Anakin before, looks unsettlingly similar, indistinguishable from the one at his side if not for the yellow eyes and the cooler, calmer swirl of the Force around him. It's still warm, but it almost feels freezing compared to the blinding sun he's used to. A black dwarf where he expected to find a supernova. He reaches out to touch his own double's quieter Force signature and finds it burning, scalding in an almost exact opposite of the soft summer rain he's carefully manufactured his own presence into over the years. But the fire feels exactly like the pilot light in the depths of his soul, that rages out whenever he loses control. It is him then. His worst nightmare in fact, undeniable proof that he can fall.

"Where did you come from, then?"

"Not where, when."

"Don't play games with us, Sith," Anakin snarls, and Obi-Wan extends his arm, a gesture somewhere between calming and restraining. They don't seem immediately hostile, and he's more curious than anxious for now. He looks at his double expectantly.

"About three years from now."

"Time travel is impossible," Anakin says, and his twin answers, with a terribly smug tone.

"Not for a Sith."

"Why are you here? Or now?" Obi-Wan asks his own copy, because he's learned that there's very little that's actually impossible, especially when Anakin is involved, and how is not the main issue here.