Choose Your Words || A Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Story

Chapter 24: Run After Him

Anakin wakes up to the sound of his own head pounding as if his brain were launching proton torpedoes to bombard his skull from the inside.

He feels sick, and devastated, and too big for his own skin, and not rested at all.

Why should he be? He doesn’t even know how he managed to fall asleep last night in the first place. He had been trying to cry himself into it for hours – to no avail. And then Master stepped over his figure slumped pathetically on the floor by his door. And then everything went dark.

Master…

Cold sweat breaks all over Anakin’s body, and he scrambles to get up, his trembling fingers clawing at the back of his Master’s armchair for purchase. His stomach heaves and immediately tries to vacate his body through his throat.

“Master!” Anakin calls weakly, making a sloping stagger towards the wall, and contrives by its support to scramble his way to the door.

He needs to go.

His Master must be thousands of parsecs away by now.

He has left him.

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Commander Skywalker bursts into the Temple’s hangar bay like a swirling vortex of fear and rage, and Cody briefly considers hiding behind the nearest pile of crates.

Kriffing Jetiise. Aren’t they supposed to be all calm and shit? But no, this blasted Skywalker defies the very existence of calm .

“Where is General Kenobi?” he demands, his voice shaking with panic and his eyes wild.

“He has taken a shuttle and left, sir,” Cody replies hastily, an almost physical wave of Skywalker’s terror slamming hard against his chest.

“And you let him go alone ?!” It seems the walls of the hangar bay shake with Skywalker’s shout reverberating among them.

“It was his order, Commander. Not to follow,” Cody tries to explain with as much calm as he can muster and cringes inwardly when his voice betrays him and shakes anyway. “He said the Council hadn’t authorized his mission.”

“Arrgh!” Skywalker growls and thrashes around like a wounded beast, clutching at his hair in agony of his despair. “Where did he go? Where? I must follow him! Tell me!”

Oh, kriff, Cody thinks, the boy has totally lost it.

“Commander, I need you to listen,” Cody gingerly tries to pacify him, lowering his voice and outstretching his arms to him, palms outward, as if indeed dealing with a dangerous wild animal. “Please, you have to calm down.”

There doesn’t seem to be much hope of it though as Skywalker has already started to hyperventilate, seething in his intense, completely overboard agitation.

It only now hits Cody that the crazy Jetii boy looks like he is in actual physical pain.

“Commander Skywalker, you should take a deep breath–”

“No! I must follow my Master…” He suddenly pales, blood draining from his face completely, and Cody realizes that he must be going into shock, but his white lips keep whispering as he stares through Cody with unseeing eyes. “You don’t understand! I need to– I need to go after him! I need to go …”

“Commander–” Cody steps up to Skywalker, ready to catch him if he decides to faint on him, and Skywalker uses the opportunity to clutch at his forearms with a death grip.

“Tell me where my General is! Where did he go?” he demands, completely lost to his wild frenzy.

“I don’t know, sir,” Cody convinces Skywalker in a gentle voice while trying to free himself from his grip. “The General didn’t say.”