Distraction |Obikin

12.

"I have one more thing."  I said, as I focused on the part of the engine I was putting back together. Luckily that's where most of the damage was, and the rest of the ship was all scratched up, but inside the ship is ok, and that's what matters most.

Obi-Wan was currently speaking to the council about what had happened, Padmé was watching in awe as I fixed the engine.

I finished the part I was working on. And stepped back. "The hyperdrive was damaged a little during the fall. Luckily it's not that bad so I can fix it."

She giggled. "That's good because I think we will be needing that." I smiled at her as I moved over so I could get the hyperdrive back online. "So, you say you enjoy being called a Jedi knight?"

"Well, obviously, it feels like only yesterday I was complaining to you about not being able to take the trials."

She giggled again. "Well, I'm glad to hear that you're happy with where you are."

"For now, who knows? Next time I see you I'll probably be a Jedi master." I chuckled as I moved my tools carefully.

"Don't say that." She said playfully. "I don't want to wait that long to see you again after this mission."

I laughed with her. "Well you just wait and see. I'll give it a few years at most."

I expected Obi-wan to enter the conversation with a snarky comment, or maybe even start to lecture me, but he didn't.

"Anakin, how long until we can get back on track?"

"I think I'll have it done in a few hours at most."

"Good, we're to get out of here as soon as possible and take the fastest route to Naboo. I'm afraid the situation has become worse."

"Master Obi-wan, what has happened?" Padmé asked, looking extremely concerned. "If something has happened, I should know."

"I'm afraid they didn't provide that information." He sighed as he stroked his hand with his beard slightly. "All I know is that us three need to get there as soon as possible, and the republic will sent ships to pick up the rest of the crew."

Padmé stopped talking, and I couldn't blame her, she was worried about her people. I made sure to stay focused and fix the ship as fast as I can. While that happened, Obi-wan mapped the quickest hyperspace route from where we seemed to be.

Padmé offered her help, but she couldn't focus.

And soon enough I was piloting what was once an elegant ship fit for a Senator. The trip would take a day top. Which meant one more night on that stupid ship.

It was quiet, and peaceful. I was flying a ship, this always brought my mind to peace. It brought memories from when I was younger, from when I was still with my mother. After I had lost her, I started to think on my life a lot more.

On tatooine, my life was no where close to being great, but I was with my mother, and that was all I really needed right now. My mother.

Maybe it would have been different if I was like the other Jedi, and I didn't know my mom, and I had been taken as a child. But it wasn't that way, I was taken when I was nine, I loved my mother, but I was too young to realize what leaving her really meant.

Part of me wishes I never agreed to become a Jedi.

That's why I loved flying, part of it gave me that same comfort that I had when I was a child.

As the ship was set to auto pilot, my alone time was interrupted by the presence of Obi-wan.

"How did the separatists know of our location?" I asked. We both had come to the mutual agreement that somehow the separatists had found out that the Senator was travelling to Naboo and had tried to sabotage the ship in order to achieve some sort of kidnapping. This would get them some sort of upper hand in the war.

"I'm not sure. What's concerning is that if they did know our location they now know of this travel route and it will most likely be more difficult to get Senator Amidala to Naboo."

"What does this mean for Padmé?"

"I can't say for certain." I felt a touch of uncertainty, but not about what this meant for Padmé.

"You don't want to tell me." I said this not even trying to hide the fact that I was annoyed. I was annoyed in his lack of trust in me. "I'm one of the Jedi assigned to protect her, I should know what's going on."

"Yes it's just I can only guess what this will mean for Padmé, I don't know what will happen, I'll let you know once I am certain."

"I want to know what you think, Obi-wan."

His shields almost crumbled by me just calling him by his name.

"Well, it's most likely that security will be raised whenever Padmé is travelling, and she won't be able to visit Naboo as often, and when she is able to visit she will most likely have to be assigned a Jedi."

I felt angry.

"So she won't even be able to visit her own home?"

"Anakin I feel you are angry." He was right. I was angry. It just wasn't fair. And I couldn't understand why Obi-wan wasn't mad about it as well.

"Of course I'm angry!" I stood up so I would be closer to his eye level. "It's just not fair, why should the war get in the way of an innocent women like Padmé just trying to visit home?"

I took a step closer to him as I ranted.

"I know it's not fair, nothing about war is fair. It's upsetting but getting angry won't change anything."

"You're right Master." I looked down, trying to remember all the lessons I had had about this. I tried to remember all the times Obi-wan told me to let go. "It's funny, I'm a no longer your padawan but here you are still lecturing me."

I felt him grin a little bit without even looking at him. "Well some things never change. I'm sure even when you become a Jedi master I'll be telling you the same thing."

I looked up at him, he was looking down. The way he said when I become a Jedi master. He believed in me, I knew he always did but hearing him say something like that caused my gut to flutter.

"It's just so hard." I said. "There's nothing I can do but get angry, even if it doesn't change anything."

He looked up to meet my eyes. "I know. I know it's hard, but you have to let go." His voice has become softer. It was less like my master lecturing me, and more like Obi-wan consoling me.

His voice and his unshielded energy felt warm and inviting, like they were holding me and telling me they were proud of me. I so badly wanted to be held close by Obi-wan himself.

I stepped closer to him. "Maybe this is my way of letting go."

He looked at me, urging me to explain.

I continued to move closer to him. "When I tell you how I feel, and you tell me the same thing every time, it's as if I'm letting go. Maybe by telling the person I trust most I'm letting go."

No matter how angry I was at the world, Obi-wan always made me less angry. I wanted to be held by him, as he told me everything was going to be okay if I just let go. I wanted to hold him and tell him I loved him. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted him.

Holy fuck.

I'm in love with my old master.

"Well, I'm glad I can help."

The closest person I had to a father, the person who was like my brother. We were as close as family, except we aren't family, and I didn't want to be family.

I didn't want to be Obi-wan's brother or family. I wanted more.

I wanted to be closer to Obi-wan, I wanted for us to hold each other. I wanted to tell him over an over again how much I loved him, I wanted to see him at his most vulnerable so I could approach his strength.

I wanted him so bad.

I knew somewhere he must have felt the same way.

And I didn't want to wait.

I looked him in the eye, and as he opened his mouth to speak I started my long quick strides to bring myself to him.

And I kissed him.