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fh_alumni2006-09-21 11:36 pm
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In a galaxy far, far away...
It had been more than three months since Anakin had returned from Fandom and Obi-Wan was starting to seriously consider finding another pond to throw his Padawan into. Anakin was setting a new standard for sullenness, short-temperedness and general irritability. And Obi-Wan was including the entire year Anakin was 15 in the equation, too, which was saying something—and nothing good—about his Padawan's mood.
They were back in the Temple after a long and frustrating series of negotiations that had ultimately ended in a stalemate (and nearly a diplomatic incident when Anakin refused to back down after accidentally stepping on a delegate's tail). It had taken all of Obi-Wan's considerable patience to smooth down the literally ruffled feathers.
Anakin hadn't seemed to even register the problem.
Obi-Wan had never seen Anakin like this. Lightsaber dueling didn't help him. Flying didn't help him. Anakin stalked around the Temple, a permanent scowl on his face, and even some of the Masters leaped out of his way as he walked down the hallways.
He made younglings cry, gave Master Windu glares that should've melted permacrete, and Obi-Wan had no idea why.
He just knew that Anakin was in pain and wouldn't explain what had caused it.
They walked into their quarters and Anakin turned immediately to go into his bedroom when Obi-Wan called him back. "You have mail," he said, pulling up a transmission that had languished in the Temple's system while they had been gone. "From Fandom."
Then he blinked. He had forgotten Anakin could move that quickly. "Who?" Anakin asked, showing considerably more enthusiasm than Obi-Wan could remember in months.
"The alumni association," Obi-Wan replied. "It seems they were inviting you to a homecoming event of some kind." His eyes scanned the transmission quickly. "Oh, it was back in October."
He felt Anakin lose control of his emotions a fraction of a second before the explosion. He winced as a vase flew across the room and crashed into the wall.
"Anakin!" he shouted. "Enough!"
Anakin was breathing heavily. Obi-Wan whirled to face him. "You will control yourself right now, young one," he snapped.
Anakin glared down at him—when had the boy gotten so tall?—but went still.
"You are a Jedi," Obi-Wan began sharply, "and you need to let it go." He looked into Anakin's eyes. "Let it go, Anakin," he repeated in a quieter voice.
Anakin spun on his heel, went into his bedroom and slammed the door. Obi-Wan didn't have to be in the room to know that he'd flipped on a star chart for a remote part of the galaxy. Two seconds later their quarters was flooded with the headache-inducing bass pounding of Corellian rock music.
Obi-Wan sighed. "Well, that went well," he commented to himself.
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They were back in the Temple after a long and frustrating series of negotiations that had ultimately ended in a stalemate (and nearly a diplomatic incident when Anakin refused to back down after accidentally stepping on a delegate's tail). It had taken all of Obi-Wan's considerable patience to smooth down the literally ruffled feathers.
Anakin hadn't seemed to even register the problem.
Obi-Wan had never seen Anakin like this. Lightsaber dueling didn't help him. Flying didn't help him. Anakin stalked around the Temple, a permanent scowl on his face, and even some of the Masters leaped out of his way as he walked down the hallways.
He made younglings cry, gave Master Windu glares that should've melted permacrete, and Obi-Wan had no idea why.
He just knew that Anakin was in pain and wouldn't explain what had caused it.
They walked into their quarters and Anakin turned immediately to go into his bedroom when Obi-Wan called him back. "You have mail," he said, pulling up a transmission that had languished in the Temple's system while they had been gone. "From Fandom."
Then he blinked. He had forgotten Anakin could move that quickly. "Who?" Anakin asked, showing considerably more enthusiasm than Obi-Wan could remember in months.
"The alumni association," Obi-Wan replied. "It seems they were inviting you to a homecoming event of some kind." His eyes scanned the transmission quickly. "Oh, it was back in October."
He felt Anakin lose control of his emotions a fraction of a second before the explosion. He winced as a vase flew across the room and crashed into the wall.
"Anakin!" he shouted. "Enough!"
Anakin was breathing heavily. Obi-Wan whirled to face him. "You will control yourself right now, young one," he snapped.
Anakin glared down at him—when had the boy gotten so tall?—but went still.
"You are a Jedi," Obi-Wan began sharply, "and you need to let it go." He looked into Anakin's eyes. "Let it go, Anakin," he repeated in a quieter voice.
Anakin spun on his heel, went into his bedroom and slammed the door. Obi-Wan didn't have to be in the room to know that he'd flipped on a star chart for a remote part of the galaxy. Two seconds later their quarters was flooded with the headache-inducing bass pounding of Corellian rock music.
Obi-Wan sighed. "Well, that went well," he commented to himself.