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

Unwelcome Guest

• Summary: A post-Mustafar but suitless Vader and a resentful Obi-Wan.

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Obi-Wan's wide-brimmed hat blocked the twin suns from his face, but it was still very hot and bright. As he milked the last of his banthas, he considered just how much he would prefer to look at a bantha udder than at the thing wearing his Padawan's face. It had barely been a year, but he wished it could have been a lifetime.

He'd felt Vader's ship enter the system, and had felt momentary panic. Baby Luke. Vader seemed to have come straight to him, though, which was a small relief.

"I killed Sidious." Vader's voice was too familiar.

Obi-Wan kept his head down, focused on his work. He let the silence stretch for a long moment before asking waspishly, "Am I supposed to be impressed?"

Vader shrugged, tone unreadable. "I don't know, maybe." Obi-Wan let the silence stretch again. It seemed that Vader was not going to break it.

"Why are you here?" Obi-Wan ground out.

Vader came to stand closer by his side, his voice quiet. "I found out where you were."

Obi-Wan shot him a dirty look. "That's not a reason." He stood up sharply and walked away, carrying the bucket of bantha milk with him. He smelled like bantha.

Vader trailed after. "I'm not sure, alright?"

"Well, you're not welcome," Obi-Wan explained patronizingly, speaking over his shoulder. "Please leave, or I will kill you."

"Why?" Vader sounded bemused.

Obi-Wan's stopped walking, his already tense posture freezing solid. He rotated his head slowly on his neck, his eyes meeting Vader's for the first time. "That is an extraordinarily stupid question, Darth."

"I suppose." Vader flinched back. Obi-Wan stared at him until he tried again. "I suppose... I want to know why you didn't attack me on Mustafar, then. If you'd kill me now."

"I should have then." Obi-Wan shrugged, feigning indifferent. "I should now." Vader frowned as Obi-Wan turned away and walked inside his cool cave. Vader followed, again, and Obi-Wan's jaw clenched and nostrils flared in frustration.

"I know, so why not?" Vader said earnestly.

"I couldn't." Obi-Wan said tersely, setting down the bucket of milk in his small kitchen. Vader loomed in the doorway and Obi-Wan shot him a glare. "You've always compromised my judgement."

"Compromised your judgment?" Vader furrowed his brow. Obi-Wan looked away-Vader still dressed like Anakin, stood like Anakin, talked like Anakin. His eyes were different.

Obi-Wan's voice was extremely curt. "Yes."

"How?" Vader pushed off the doorframe, walking in closer.

Obi-Wan couldn't handle Vader intruding one more step into his private sanctuary, the place he came to be alone with his grief and his loss. This was his place. His resentment spiked sharply. He couldn't believe that after everything that had happened, Vader just walked up to his door, through his door, and into his kitchen.

Obi-Wan raised a hand and pushed Vader hard with the Force, shoving him back. Vader looked surprised. Obi-Wan advanced, his voice dangerous as he drew nearer. "I don't know, Darth, perhaps the fact that I spent more than a decade trying to clean up every single mess you made until you made one so unbelievably kriffing large that it literally brought down the entire Republic and created a Sith Empire!"