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With a determined step, Anakin headed towards the Jedi High Council chamber.
Everything was ready; the plan they had drawn up so many months ago was finally going to be carried out.
This war was finally going to end.
He just needed to defeat whoever is behind all of this.
The Chancellor Sheev Palpatine.
They had evidence that incriminated him for corrupting and diverting important political information, manipulating votes, bribery, active treason against the Republic, actively participating in the war, and having training on the dark side, among other things.
At first, Anakin didn't believe anything; he couldn't believe that someone he considered trustworthy and a good friend could do all that.
But the evidence was there, and everything made more sense when he noticed how their conversations always veered towards trying to convince him of more power.
So, without further ado, Anakin set about informing the council about everything the chancellor told him in the privacy of his office.
So the council began to devise a plan where the strongest Jedi would confront him, led by Anakin; all of this was confidential; it had to be kept secret so that the chancellor wouldn't suspect anything in order to attack him by surprise and corner him.
Where Anakin would finally fulfill his prophecy and bring balance to the galaxy.
Once in the room where the council and several Jedi awaited him, they reviewed the plan once more. Ideally, they would capture the chancellor and bring him to trial, but they knew it wouldn't be that simple, so they were permitted to use the Force and defend themselves at all times.
They knew it was going to be a complicated and high-risk mission, so before leaving, Anakin begged the few council members who remained at the temple in case anything went wrong to quickly evacuate everyone safely and take care of his omega.
To Obi-Wan.
The omega, who was nine months pregnant, was expecting twins and therefore had to remain under the care and protection of the temple.
From the beginning, the council disapproved of their relationship, but they gradually gave in until they accepted it when they noticed how Anakin was more fickle with his emotions and orders when he had Obi-Wan by his side.
“Something is troubling you,” Master Yoda said, pulling Anakin from his thoughts and observing how few members of the High Council remained in the room and watched him with doubt.
“I will fight in his name, but I want to ask only one favor of you.” The alpha knelt on one knee before Master Yoda, who nodded. “I want you to protect Obi-Wan at all times; if he were to die, I could not go on, everything would lose its meaning; without him, my life would be unbearable.”
He can see Yoda hesitate a little, ready to tell him about attachments and leaving fate to the Force, but he knows that once they catch the culprit, both Anakin and Obi-Wan will leave the temple to start a new life. So he nods, anything to keep the peace in the galaxy.
Without further ado, Anakin stood up and went to confront the Chancellor.
Pausing for a moment before leaving the temple, upon finding the omega standing there, Anakin ran into his arms, showering him with kisses and covering him with his pheromones. "Take care of yourself, alpha, because I wouldn't survive without you."
“I’ll be back before you even notice I’m gone. Go to our apartaments; you need to be safe.” After one last kiss, Anakin released the omega to carry out his mission.
They tried to ambush the Chancellor in his office; they knew he always left late, but this time everything around was hushed, disturbingly quiet.
With swift and silent movements, they slipped into the office only to find it deserted, empty of guards. Their horror subsided; the Chancellor must have seen through their plan; they had an infiltrator among them.
So they split into groups to find the Chancellor and prevent him from leaving the planet, but it was too late when, several minutes later, Anakin felt through his shared bond with the omega how he felt pain, a lot of pain.
Without thinking, Anakin runs back to the temple, trying to communicate with the omega to find out what's happening, but the shared bond feels increasingly cold and weak, and the light is getting darker and dimmer.
He runs faster; his hair sticks to his forehead from the effort, but he doesn't care, trying in vain to convince himself that perhaps his omega's anguish and pain are due to the fact that he will give birth soon.
However, any small hope he had was overshadowed the moment he entered the temple and saw Darth Sidious withdraw his red lightsaber from the omega's chest, who spat blood and fell to the ground without strength.
For the alpha, the entire galaxy shattered.
A scream pierced the air. It took Anakin a few seconds to realize that he was the one screaming in pain at the sight of his wounded omega; he gripped his lightsaber tighter, glaring at the Sith who was already looking back at him with an amused expression.
“You could have been a good apprentice; I could have given you all the power you could ever have imagined, but you chose to surrender to love.”
Anakin attacked him with all the fury he felt inside, with quick and precise movements, using the Force around him to read the old Sith's movements and gain the advantage; he didn't care about breaking the code; the only thing he cared about was getting revenge and keeping Obi-Wan safe.
The fight was short but intense. Darth Sidious took a false step backward, which Anakin used to his advantage, wielding his lightsaber and slicing off the head in one swift motion, ending the reign of terror sown by the Sith.
Seeing the lifeless body of the old Sith fall to the ground with a dull thud, Anakin turned off his lightsaber and rushed over to Obi-Wan, falling to his knees to take the omega's body in his arms and trembling hands that lovingly and devotedly caressed the increasingly pale face.
“No, no, please, Obi-Wan.”
A deep crimson stain had already spread rapidly across the omega's tunics, from his chest to his swollen belly, staining the floor beneath them. In a desperate attempt, Anakin pressed his right hand in the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
“Ani…” Obi-Wan brought a blood-stained hand to the alpha’s face, leaving a faint red trail, trying to smile, but a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his lips. “I… I’m sorry, I didn't want anyone to get hurt; I wanted to stop him.”
“Everything is alright; I’ll save you; I’ll save them; I swear it on my life.” The sobs came immediately; the tears that streamed down his cheeks and fell onto the omega’s face blurred Anakin’s vision. Through the Force and their shared bond, he could feel Obi-Wan’s life slipping away like sand through his fingers.
Just like the twins' life in the omega's womb.
And Anakin felt so powerless that he couldn't do anything to stop it.
The omega's body, tense with pain, relaxed in his arms; the hand that had been caressing the alpha's face fell to his chest, allowing his head to tilt to one side on Anakin's arm.
The warm grayish blue where Anakin had found love and peace faded away.
“Obi-Wan,” he called in a trembling voice, gently shaking the omega’s body. “My love, wake up, please.”
The silence that surrounded him was more terrifying than facing the Sith Lord. Anakin held the omega's body to his chest, getting blood all over himself as he rocked the lifeless body like a lost child, desperately trying to find Obi-Wan’s signature in the Force, but little by little he faded away until only the dark, icy void remained.
Sobbing uncontrollably as his screams tore at his throat, because this was the end of everything good, of all light, and of all reason to keep breathing.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but hurried footsteps echoed around him; the commotion was immediate. After all, the Jedi Council had gathered behind him, shocked to see the lifeless body of the Sith. Just like Obi-Wan's.
“Knight Skywalker, what a terrible misfortune,” someone dared to say, breaking the awkward silence. The ringing in his ears prevented him from focusing on each of them.
“You promised to protect him!” Anakin’s voice was dark and filled with rage; he could feel the darkness stirring around him, obeying him with ease. Without waiting for their response, Anakin gently placed Obi-Wan’s body on the ground, then stood and faced them. “My omega and children are dead!”
Anakin looked up; his eyes, once blue, now seemed like bottomless black wells. Tears streamed down his cheeks, but nothing mattered anymore. He glared at everyone in the room with pure hatred.
“Where were you all?” Anakin, in a swift motion, grabbed his lightsaber and gripped it so tightly that for a moment he feared it would explode in his hand. “Where were you when Sidious cornered him?! When I…”
"The Force works in mysterious ways, Knight Skywalker; thanks to Master Obi-Wan's sacrifice, the galaxy is at last at peace. You are a hero; you should seek solace in the Force."
Mace remained silent as he watched the alpha ignite his lightsaber. Everyone in the room gasped when they saw it was no longer blue but red, just like the alpha's eyes; they were a brilliant gold with red rims that reflected all the rage that consumed him and gnawed at his soul.
“Comfort? I don’t want comfort; I want revenge because you didn’t keep your word to keep my omega safe and alive.”
A twisted memory invaded his mind, one he refused to share with the council previously: how the old alpha had entrusted him with the means of making all the clones obey him through biological inhibitor chips implanted in their brains at birth, hidden under the guise of more docile behavior.
He decided to activate them, taking his holocomm to communicate with the commanders.
“Execute Order 66.”
The blaster fire was not long in coming; it echoed throughout the temple, as did the screams of all the people; the Force screamed in agony and Anakin delighted in seeing the pale faces and the fear reflected in everyone in the room.
This secret directive designated all Jedi as traitors, forcing the clones to execute them instantly, marking the beginning of the Galactic Empire. Where he will reign until his last breath.
“What have you done, Knight Skywalker?” Master Plo muttered hatefully. “What have you done?!”
Anakin just smiled grimly, lunging forward to end the life of anyone who stood in his way.
Some Jedi managed to escape with their lives, but not for long. Anakin would hunt them down one by one and kill them.
Without further ado, he returned to where he had left Obi-Wan's body; his peaceful face was still in the same position, so he carefully took him in his arms.
Anakin cremates the omega's body some time later; he knows how loyal and faithful Obi-Wan was to the council and the Force itself, and as a final act of love for not having saved him in time; he performs the traditional funeral rite to symbolize the spiritual union of his omega with the Force.
The hours passed and the body wasted away before the empty and lost gaze of the alpha.
He no longer has a reason to go on living.
However, the galaxy needed an emperor to rule it with an iron fist to prevent it from descending into chaos, and even though Anakin did not consider himself fit for this task, he had to do it; he had to hunt down all the surviving Jedi for what they did to his omega.
And that's how his empire was born.
The Jedi temple became his palace.
Everything was changed except for his apartment.
Leaving everything the same as Obi-Wan left it on the day of his death.
The scent of omega, cinnamon, and chamomile still lingered on his robes, and Anakin kept some of them so he would never forget Obi-Wan's scent.
Taking the remaining ones and placing them on the side of the bed where Obi-Wan liked to sleep so that at night, while Anakin kept his eyes closed, he could let his mind think that the omega was still alive and resting beside him.
He even disassembled the omega's lightsaber to keep the kyber crystal in a wooden box and store it in his pockets so he would have a part of the omega when he was away from the planet.
Becoming the most powerful and feared Sith Emperor in the entire galaxy, he showed everyone that he would not forgive a single betrayal or breach of his word.
Where few know his story and how he lost everything he once loved.
Turning him into a bitter and angry being.
Twenty years passed slowly; the loss and pain of having lost his omega is a wound that opens every second and never heals, making his agony never end.
Tired of rotting in bed while crying like a heartbroken baby hoping that Obi-Wan will somehow come back to life.
That's when a twisted idea occurs to Anakin.
What if… he brought his omega back to life?
After all, he was the most powerful Sith in the galaxy, the chosen one. He could do anything, and no one would dare stop him.
And with the power he took from Sidious, he was even more powerful than him; even the years did not pass through his body, looking young as the day Obi-Wan died in his arms.
A curse that reminded him of his mistakes every time he looked in the mirror.
That is why he investigates, spending days and nights in the underground Sith sanctuary in search of something that will answer his questions.
But… nothing, there was nothing among all those ostentatious trinkets that would give him what his heart and soul most longed for.
So, in a fit of rage, Anakin threw everything in his path, not caring if it was destroyed; nothing mattered anymore.
However, a small holocron rolls right in front of him because of all the commotion.
The alpha is breathing heavily; he can feel his hands trembling with suppressed rage and his gums burning with the urge to bite and tear something apart.
Without further ado, he takes the holocron that has caught his attention. This causes Anakin to relax, and a happiness he hasn't felt in years seeps through his body.
Finally! Finally, he has what he was looking for.
The holocron contains quite detailed information about interdimensional travel, including how to perform a Sith ritual to achieve such a journey.
Anakin does everything to the letter. Making sure time and again that everything is as planned, and without a second thought, he goes in search of his omega once he senses his presence in another galaxy, his reincarnation.
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Obi-Wan let out another tired sigh, trying to relax and meditate, but for some strange reason he couldn't. He felt somewhat uneasy.
Everything will feel really strange today; he doesn't know what, but the Force itself feels different. As if something is bothering it, as if it's trying to warn him about something, but he doesn't know what.
Resigning himself to looking for answers where he believes there are none, he gets up from the position he had adopted for almost an hour and decides to leave the Room of a Thousand Fountains and return to his room.
Today he turned 20 years old and he doesn't feel excited or anything like that.
Not after his fight with Master Qui-Gon, whom he hasn't seen for over a week because the council keeps him in constant meetings with other masters. The reason, no one knows; some padawans whisper in the corridors that it's something extremely secret and dangerous.
He knew they had always been so different ever since the older man agreed to be his master, but Obi-Wan now wondered if he had done the right thing by staying at the temple; perhaps fate in Bandomeer would have been better in the first place.
Unlike his master, who used to challenge the Jedi Council at every opportunity, the omega liked to be stricter with rules and traditions.
Over the years, this difference brought tension and some mistrust to their master/padawan bond, because Obi-Wan did not always understand Qui-Gon's obsession with the Living Force over official protocols.
Putting even more distance between them, when Obi-Wan presented himself as an omega, he could see the disappointment etched on his master's face; he knew that Qui-Gon would have preferred him to be an alpha like himself.
Doubting every day that passed if he would ever make his master proud of him.
Even their shared bond was so damaged that Obi-Wan doesn't remember the last time he communicated with his master or felt his emotions.
Obi-Wan now doubts whether he will truly become a Jedi Knight.
He doubted his entire life, really. It was as if he didn't belong here, as if he were living a life that wasn't his own.
He was going to spend his birthday night alone in his room waiting for his master to return from the council meeting when he bumped into his best friend, Quinlan Voss, who without thinking took his arm and led him away to celebrate in the lower levels of Coruscant.
"Wait, Quin! Won't you get in trouble with your master for going out at night?"
“Come on, Obes, it’s your birthday; besides, as I understand it, all the masters and some knight were summoned days ago by the council for secret reasons, so no one will bother us tonight.”
Obi-Wan tried to argue, finding it odd that the council needed the presence of masters as well as knights, but they were already boarding an air taxi, so he decided to silence that little voice in his head that always told him what to do. Tonight was his birthday; he should enjoy himself, just as Quinlan kept telling him beside him.
Throughout the entire journey, Quinlan kept talking about how he would make this night unforgettable for him.
Without further ado, they arrived at a club with neon lights and loud music; it was very crowded, but that didn't stop Quinlan from making his way through the crowd.
All the worries that had been tormenting the omega were forgotten, as he focused on having fun with his friend.
Quinlan pressured him to drink, but Obi-Wan refused; he didn't trust that club much and didn't want to arrive drunk at the temple and have Master Qui-Gon scold him and look at him with contempt, as he always did, apparently, when Obi-Wan did something to his disliking.
He doesn't know how, but his eyes moved around the club until they made contact with a man who was looking at him from a distance.
Obi-Wan blushed and quickly looked away, seeking help from his friend Quinlan, but Quinlan was in a very heated conversation with some people he had befriended near the club.
Unable to completely control it, his gaze once again met the man's, and this time he was able to observe him better.
And Obi-Wan's blush deepened as he noticed how handsome he was.
Even from a distance and despite the constantly changing colors of the neon lights, he could see that the man was tall with broad shoulders, curly light brown hair, and dressed entirely in black. His deep blue eyes never left him, and a scar on his right eyebrow ran down to his cheek, making him appear even more mysterious in Obi-Wan's eyes.
The man gave Obi-Wan a flirty smile, starting to walk in his direction.
Obi-Wan felt suddenly nervous; he had never seen this man before, but his heart was pounding and he was sure his face was burning. The stranger's blue eyes lit up with joy and something else that Obi-Wan couldn't quite decipher as he finally stopped in front of him.
And Obi-Wan gasped; the alpha—for he was an alpha, judging by his musky scent—was even more imposing up close. The omega had to constantly look up because of how tall he was.
For a moment, the music, along with the sounds of laughter and conversation from the small club, fell silent; only the two of them existed. The Force felt harmonious, and Obi-Wan could swear he had never felt it so warm. It was as if he had known this man all his life, but he couldn't remember him before.
He couldn't tear his gaze away from those stormy blue eyes; he felt under a spell.
Until Quinlan took hold of his shoulders, the music and various conversations rose up again around him, breaking the spell, and Obi-Wan looked down, suddenly feeling shy.
“Well, I know my friend is very handsome, but we don’t know your name.” Quinlan tried to break the awkward silence that had formed, which the omega inwardly appreciated, as the stranger’s powerless presence made him nervous.
“Forgive me.” The unknown alpha moved closer so they could speak over the loud background music; his voice was husky and masculine; he never took his eyes off the omega. “Your beauty illuminates this place.”
Obi-Wan wished the neon lights would hide the blush that covered his freckled cheeks.
“It is an honor and a pleasure to see you again.” Obi-Wan looked at him, confused, but before he could ask, the alpha took his right hand and brought it to his lips as he leaned in to kiss the back of his hand, where the scent of his pheromones was strongest. “Anakin Skywalker.”
A memory flooded Obi-Wan's mind; it was blurry, but he could see two people kissing, one in a brown robe and the other in a black one. Obi-Wan immediately pulled his hand away.
Despite the tension that strange memory caused him, it was quickly replaced by spending time with the alpha. They talked for several hours, and Obi-Wan wished time wouldn't pass so quickly, as it was so fun and easy to talk with Anakin as if they had known each other for a long time.
The omega felt pleased to have the undivided attention of an alpha like Anakin. Judging by his fine clothes, Obi-Wan concluded that he was wealthy and influential, and the fact that he never stopped gazing at him so intensely, far from frightening him, filled him with a warmth in his chest unlike anything he had ever experienced.
He felt so important to a stranger that in all the time he was Qui-Gon's padawan.
Sadness became noticeable on his face as Anakin took his small hand in his, drawing Obi-Wan's attention.
“Can I show you something?” They were sitting at the bar drinking some drinks that the alpha had taken care of buying for Obi-Wan and Quinlan without hesitating at the price; the latter was fascinated by trying all kinds of alcohol in the last few hours and was already noticeably a little drunk, unlike the omega who passed him all his drinks.
Despite Obi-Wan's doubts and Quinlan's insistence, they left the club to take an air taxi to Anakin's apartment in the most exclusive and expensive area of Coruscant.
Once they entered the elegant apartment, both padawans looked around in awe, for it was enormous and luxurious. Very luxurious; they felt as if they were in the house of some king or senator from another planet.
“Quin, isn’t it inappropriate to visit the home of a man we just met?” Obi-Wan clung to his friend’s arm as Quinlan snooped around every corner of the elegant apartment. “Shouldn’t we inform our masters?”
“Oh, come on, Obes, nothing will happen.”
Without further ado, Obi-Wan let go of Quinlan's arm; he couldn't keep up with his friend and didn't want Anakin to kick them out for snooping in his privacy, so he let Quinlan investigate the apartment alone.
Obi-Wan leaned back exhaustedly on the elegant armchair, believing he was alone in the room, until he turned his face slightly and saw Anakin standing watching him from the doorway, causing Obi-Wan to straighten up and blush slightly at the embarrassment of the situation; it was so uncivilized of him to have such familiarity in someone else's apartment.
“Thank you for accepting my invitation.” Anakin never took his eyes off the omega.
“Your apartment is fit for a king." Obi-Wan smiled at him; he didn't know how to act since he had never before attracted the attention of an alpha like Anakin. He had never been looked at as if he were the brightest star in the entire galaxy.
“Despite the facade, all I know here is loneliness.” Seeing the omega hesitate slightly, the alpha quickly added, “Can I show you something?”
Obi-Wan nodded, getting up from the comfortable sofa to follow the alpha to the master bedroom, surprised not to find Quinlan snooping around the place.
Once there, the alpha picked up a small, handmade wooden chest that was resting on the nightstand and showed it to the omega. “What is this?”
“It’s a small wooden box that holds what’s most precious to me.” The alpha’s stormy eyes never left Obi-Wan’s curious face, who kept staring at the mysterious little box resting in the alpha’s gloved hands. When opened, it revealed a bright, celestial object. “A rare kyber crystal that belonged to my husband, my omega.”
Obi-Wan looked up in surprise. "Are you married?”
“I am a widower.”
“Forgive me,” Obi-Wan said, trying to defuse the situation, taking a step back. He didn't want the alpha to get frustrated with him for asking inappropriate questions. Qui-Gon, though not shouting, showed his displeasure when Obi-Wan asked too many questions, and he didn't want someone as wonderful as Anakin to hate him. Even though they had only known each other for a few hours, he already felt close to him, intimate.
Without waiting any longer, Anakin placed the small box in the omega's hands. "Anakin, I can't accept it; it's too valuable."
“A gift is never refused, and perhaps this crystal will awaken some memories for you. Take it as a birthday present.”
“How do you know it’s my birthday?” Obi-Wan asked, confused, squeezing the small box in his hands to prevent it from falling to the ground.
Anakin smiled at him mockingly, unfazed. "You told me that at the club; have you already forgotten?"
Obi-Wan simply nodded; he didn't recall such a thing, but he decided to believe the alpha. They had discussed so many topics that such a detail might have escaped him, but suddenly, as he held the small wooden box containing the kyber crystal in his pale hands, several blurry memories flooded his mind. Obi-Wan tried to concentrate so he could formulate these memories correctly, but he couldn't; it was as if something was preventing him.
“You must remember,” the alpha murmured, with a faint suggestion in the Force. “In your heart, in your skin, in your soul. Obi-Wan.”
The omega blinked rapidly, snapping out of his trance, and he stared at the alpha in dismay. "Did you make a suggestion in the Force?"
“A suggestion in the Force?” Anakin tilted his head to one side, confused. “I’m only haunted by the memory of my omega, my one true love, and you resemble him so much that it touches me deeply.”
“It’s all so touching, but I’m a padawan, soon to undergo trials to become a Jedi Knight, and Jedi, in case you didn’t know, don’t have attachments of any kind.” The words came out of Obi-Wan’s mouth, but contrary to what he believed or expected, they felt empty, as if he didn’t want it to happen.
“Yes, of course.” Anakin let out a sad sigh. “Forgive me for bothering you with my story; they are old sorrows that your presence has reawakened.”
It was almost four in the morning, and Anakin was accompanying Obi-Wan toward the Jedi Temple; they walked in pleasant silence. The alpha carried Quinlan dangling from his right arm as if he weighed nothing, since Quinlan had fainted after drinking far more alcohol than he could handle.
Before entering, Obi-Wan said goodbye to the alpha as he helped Quinlan to his feet. The omega held him firmly to prevent him from falling, making sure they were in a secluded corner to avoid gossip among their companions. “Here we are. Thank you for making my birthday unforgettable.”
“It had been years since I’d felt this happy.” The sweet, soft pheromones showed that the alpha was telling the truth.
"Has that become unfamiliar to you?"
“My omega took it with him.” Obi-Wan looked at him for a moment, feeling sad and a little jealous; Anakin’s omega must feel lucky to have him by his side despite remembering him after so many years since his death. “Good night.”
Anakin took Obi-Wan's hand to kiss it, and without further ado, the omega withdrew to his quarters after leaving Quinlan in his own, walking through the corridors with a smile on his face and his heart pounding in his chest.
He had never experienced this feeling, this complete happiness, but he didn't want to forget it; he didn't want to forget Anakin.
Wishing with all his heart to see him again.
That's why Obi-Wan allowed himself to have this little secret.
He entered the apartment he shared with his master, still with a smile on his lips, but it quickly faded when he noticed Qui-Gon sitting in the living room armchair, reading his datapad without looking at the omega. From afar, he could see the exhaustion that was consuming his master; even the dark circles under his eyes were noticeable.
“M-Master!”
“Good evening, padawan, or should I say good morning.” Qui-Gon looked up from the datapad to meet the omega’s gaze. “Judging by your arrival time, I imagine you had a good time in the lower levels.”
“I went out with Quinlan; he wanted to celebrate my birthday,” Obi-Wan murmured as he nervously tugged at the sleeves of his robes.
The older man placed the datapad on his lap and brought both hands to his face, shaking his head several times. “Obi-Wan, I’m sorry, I—”
“It doesn’t matter; I know you’ve been busy with the council; all the masters have been.” Obi-Wan smiled slightly, ready to go to his room to rest.
“The Jedi Council put everyone on alert; we have been receiving disturbances in the Force for a week now from a dark side user; apparently, his signature in the Force is very powerful, too powerful, nothing as we have seen before,” Qui-Gon said from his place on the sofa, rereading the reports and important information.
“But… the Sith are dead, how?”
Qui-Gon didn't miss the opportunity and showed him a hologram where the face of the alleged Sith was caught red-handed.
Obi-Wan paled as he recognized the alpha. “Anakin? No…”
“What? You know him?” Qui-Gon stopped everything he was doing to get up from the sofa and face his padawan.
“Yes, you must be mistaken; Anakin is charming; he partied with us at the club and escorted me to the temple entrance.” Obi-Wan’s nervousness was evident in his scent; he couldn’t understand how someone as magnificent as the alpha could be such a powerful Sith.
“Did he come here?” His master wasted no time, quickly contacting the council and the temple guards to check the surroundings and be alert for any movement.
“Didn’t he mark you?” the older man asked after ending the communication, turning to face the omega. Qui-Gon looked at him with disappointment, implying that Obi-Wan had broken the code and was no longer worthy of remaining at the temple. He had held this image of the omega since his teenage years, believing he would succumb to his instincts too easily for any alpha.
"Of course not, master! He never touched me or disrespected me; he behaved like a true gentleman."
The old alpha raised his hand to stop Obi-Wan. “Show me your neck, padawan.”
Obi-Wan stared at him in astonishment; his master had never behaved this way. He even considered laughing in his face at the feigned concern; he had never cared for him. He had never wanted him as a padawan.
Doing as he was asked, he loosened his upper robes slightly, revealing his white neck where the scent gland remained intact. Qui-Gon's posture relaxed, but before he could say anything, Obi-Wan rushed to lock himself in his room, raising his mental shields to prevent the older man from probing further.
Quickly removing his upper robe and angrily throwing it to the ground, he heard the sound of something solid crashing to the ground, which caught his attention, and he knelt down to carefully pick up the small box containing the kyber crystal in his hands.
He allowed himself to relax for a moment, closing his eyes and trying to meditate to forget his master's distrust, but again he failed. Opening his eyes, he let out a shriek when he saw Anakin's black, powerless figure watching him from the corner of the room.
Qui-Gon's voice quickly rang out from the living room. "Obi-Wan, what's wrong? Are you alright?"
“Yes, Master, I just tripped; I’m sorry.” Receiving no response, Obi-Wan got up as quickly as he could, taking several steps back. Muttering, he asked, “What are you doing here?”
“Obi-Wan, don’t be afraid; I don’t want to hurt you,” Anakin replied softly, walking closer to the omega.
“Go away, please,” Obi-Wan pleaded; he had much to think about and could not do so clearly when Anakin was near him.
"Alright." Anakin bowed his head in farewell as he passed Obi-Wan, ready to leave through the omega's room.
“What? No, no, no, not that way, my master will see you; go back the way you came.”
Anakin stopped at the door, giving the omega a lopsided smile before walking to the bedroom window, further agitating the omega.
“What are you doing? It’s too high; you could hurt yourself.” Worry gripped the omega, and he moved closer to the alpha to stop him from doing something foolish. Completely forgetting that Anakin was a Sith Lord and that his powers were beyond anything he had ever imagined, he just wanted to see him safe.
“Obi-Wan, I’ve waited 20 years to see you again, so if you want me to leave, I will.” Seeing Obi-Wan hesitate, the alpha walked over and took his hands together. “Take my hands; they never lie. I’ll tell you the truth about myself, but also about you. Do you remember the last thing you said to me?”
Obi-Wan's eyes gleamed, and tears streamed down his cheeks. "Take care of yourself, alpha, because I wouldn't survive without you... Oh, my dear."
Without waiting any longer, Obi-Wan threw himself into Anakin's arms, sharing several passionate kisses, but several knocks on the door interrupted them.
“Padawan, who are you talking to?” The knocking became more and more insistent.
“We must go; several Jedi will arrive soon.” Anakin’s eyes turned gold as he glared hatefully at the door, pulling a holocron from his pocket to return to his timeline. He carried the omega in his arms as he walked toward the bright circle that formed in the middle of the room, showing several ships flying in the sky above Coruscant, with the imposing Imperial Palace standing where the Jedi Temple should have been.
None of this alarmed the omega, who clung to the alpha's neck and told him how much he loved him. "I missed you so much, dear."
The last thing Obi-Wan saw was Master Qui-Gon bursting into his room, followed by several members of the Jedi Council, and desperately shouting his name, which was too late, as the holocron shut down.