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

Let the Music Play

• Summary: When a reluctant Anakin gets dragged along by Padmé to a concert of her brother's band, the Negotiators, he is in for a big surprise. The person on stage doesn't look anything like the nerdy, studious Obi-Wan Anakin remembers from his early teenage years. Who is this man and how can he make him his?

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“Padmé,” Anakin whines once they round the last corner and bypass the queue in front of the Naboo to get to the side entrance.

It’s his last weak attempt to get out of this evening, but Padmé won’t have any of it. She barely even acknowledges his protest, instead grabbing his arm and pulling him with her, through the door held open by Rex, one of the club’s security details who grins at him sympathetically. Anakin throws him a desperate look over his shoulder before Padmé drags him around the corner and through a corridor leading them to the club’s main room.

With a heavy sigh, he accepts his fate. “Well, since you forced me here, you’re paying for drinks,” he tells Padmé as he uses her hold on him to steer her toward the bar.

“Sure,” she laughs happily. “What are you having?”

Anakin frowns as he leans against the counter. “Let me think… If I order the most expensive thing on the menu the whole night, I’m sure even Sabé will give in and eventually make you pay for it.”

Sabé.

She is probably the one to blame for Anakin being in this misery in the first place. Because the only reason he can think of for this concert to be allowed in a club like the Naboo is the fact that the owner is madly in love with his ex-girlfriend. Otherwise, why would someone like Obi-Wan be able to play in a place like this?

Usually, the live acts at the Naboo are rock, punk, or metal bands. Obi-Wan is a former choir singer who plays classical music on his violin. At least, that’s how Anakin remembers him.

If it weren’t for the fact that he is Padmé’s stepbrother, he and his band wouldn’t be here today. And neither would Anakin — and wouldn’t that just be a blessing? He could be at home, working on the video game he’s designing for one of his classes, instead of getting his ears tortured with whatever ‘music’ Obi-Wan would be playing tonight.

“I don’t know why you’re in such a mood anyway,” Padmé says and pushes a bottle of beer into his hand. “I already told you, you’re in for a surprise. Obi-Wan has changed quite a bit since the last time you saw him.”

Right. She mentioned that when she asked him to come with her to her brother’s gig a couple of weeks ago. But Anakin has been too absorbed in the new game that came out that day to have really listened to her. So, he distractedly agreed, only realizing much later, when she brought it up again, what he had gotten himself into.

There’s no way a stuck-up overachiever like Obi-Wan can change enough to fit in a club like this. Okay, it’s been about twelve years since he last saw him, and considering Obi-Wan was barely out of puberty back then, there's a slight chance he might have changed a little bit. Anakin himself, after all, has also changed quite a lot since then.

Back then, Obi-Wan left their small town behind to study something as nerdy as languages and literary studies on the other side of the country. Anakin can't remember if he ever visited during his summer breaks. After all, he was 13 and, just starting to explore his sexuality, had eyes for Padmé, and Padmé alone — her bookish brother, five years older than the two of them, was of no interest to him whatsoever.

Either way — when Anakin thinks of Obi-Wan Kenobi, he thinks of glasses too big for his head, books, spots and freckles across a pale face, plain clothes, meticulously trimmed auburn hair, and tea. Not of rock music, sweaty nightclubs, and alcohol.