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

The Days That Belonged To You And I

• Summary: Does the passion for one justify the end of hundreds?

Obi-Wan is forced to make a decision between letting hundreds civilians die painfully and thus breaking the code and everything he stands for, against the death of a single person. The most important person in his life - Anakin Skywalker.

Obi-Wan's choice is obvious, unfortunately Anakin doesn't quite agree.

A heated argument breaks out between the two men where their differences become clearly prominent and a power game is set in motion, both equally convinced that they are the dominant one.

Can Anakin forgive Obi-Wan for the decision? And for being sedated all the way from Bracca to Scipio 'for safety reasons' and then being handcuffed to the headboard?

And can Obi-Wan forgive Anakin for his 'selfish' choice and bad behavior?

Well, no. But also: yes.

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The day when we see everything that's been

The days when everything was good

The days that were good, the days that belonged to you and I

Water mixed with blood and mud swirled down the shower drain as Obi-Wan let it rinse over his scared and tired body. Relieved that it for once wasn't his own blood, but at the same time unsure of who it belonged to.

He wiped his face with his calloused hands, if it was only water or water mixed with tears remained a mystery.

He lacked words to describe his feelings, scared? Disgust? Despair? Pain? Betrayal?

He wasn’t sure. Maybe none of them. Or all at once. The recent days would haunt him for the rest of his life. Tormented screams from many of his men assorted with despondent cries for help from people he had failed.

He had let them all down.

He had made the most selfish decision that could be made and justified it to himself.

A feeling of self-loathing began to take shape again in his chest.

How the fuck could I?

How the fuck could I not?

Obi-Wan turned off the faucet and the shower spat out a few last drops against his back as he resumed his forward leaning position with his hands on the tiles.

Thoughts and feelings were spinning too fast and only fragments could be discerned. Fragments of him carrying Anakin in his arms, how the inhabitants of the small town he couldn't even remember the name of were bleeding from their eyes and mouths.

Such a simple mission that went so wrong.

Obi-Wan grunted miserably as a memory of Anakin stubbornly etched itself onto his retinas, him smiling with tears in his eyes as he mimed "I love you" on the other side of the glass wall. Then he pressed the button that made everything go to hell as Obi-Wan desperately screamed "no!".

The gas they would have mixed with the antidote quickly leaked into the small control room where his Anakin was at, while Obi-Wan stood on the other side with the syringe containing the antidote and watched as Anakin began to bleed from his nose.

It was Anakin's life against hundreds of others.

His foolhardy boy chose to sacrifice himself to save the inhabitants.