Ewan McGregor imagines and one-shots

Imagine #52 (Obi-Wan Kenobi)

Obi-Wan snuck around the corridors of the Fortress Inquisitories and looked through the cell numbers, trying to find the one that was holding me. I had been captured by Reva while he had been battling Darth Vader, and he was determined to get me back.

Eventually, Obi-Wan spotted cell "4812", which was where I was supposed to be at. He looked around to make sure that there were no stormtroopers nearby, and when the coast was clear, he used the Force to unlock the door. It slid open and revealed me, who was curled up on the cold floor. 

"Please don't hurt me," I shakily muttered.

Obi-Wan's heart fell and shattered at his feet. I had clearly been a victim of unimaginable torture and abuse by the Empire, and he hadn't been able to stop it.

He rushed in and placed a hand on my bruised arm. "Lyra," he whispered. "It's me."

I glanced up at him, realizing who it was. "Obi," I breathed. "You're alive?"

"Yes," he nodded, confused. "Why would you think otherwise?"

"Reva told me you were dead," I replied. "That Vader had killed you."

Obi-Wan's blood boiled at the thought of the Empire lying to me in such a way, but he quickly shook it off and said, "I'm here, darling, and I'm going to get you out of here."

I nodded weakly in response.

Ever so slowly, he placed his arms under my torso and legs, lifting me up as gently as possible. I still whimpered out in pain, and he placed an apologetic kiss on my head. "I promise I'll get you to safety," Obi-Wan whispered against my skin. "Just hang on a bit longer."

I buried my face into his chest and clung onto the small bit of hope that we would both make it out alright.