Archive: master_apprentice, SWAL; anywhere else, just ask, I
won't say no.
Archive Date: February 14, 2000
Category: Angst, POV
Disclaimer: I don't own the boyz. Or Anakin. Oh well. I can still play with
them.
Feedback: Compliments are recieved with hugs and kisses and wots of wuv and
are treasured forever. Criticism is appreciated. Flames are ignored.
Notes: Inspired by Tim McGraw's 'Can't Be Really Gone.'
Pairing: Q/O
Rating: PG
Series: The 'inspired by a song' series--the same universe, but can be read
in any order. Timeline is (Color Them Wonderful), What Keeps Me Down,
Star-Crossed Voyager, What Do You Say?, Can't Be Really Gone, In The Still
of the Night, Leave It All Behind.
Spoilers: Yes, for TPM.
Summary: Obi-Wan comes home after Naboo.
Woodenly, Obi-Wan lifted a hand, pressed the button that opened the door of his home and stepped through, Anakin following in his wake.
Everything looked so ordinary! There, on the couch, lay a datapad that he and his master had studied together the night before they left for Naboo; after looking over the document on Queen Amidala, they had gotten involved in...other things and the datapad had been tossed aside and forgotten somewhere between their kisses.
Obi-Wan picked up the datapad, frowning, then dropped it again absently. He motioned to the door, waving Anakin farther into the room.
"Come in, Padawan."
Anakin walked in and silently waited. Obi-Wan remembered that this place was completely new to the boy.
"Ah, Anakin?" he said, fumbling with his hands. "I guess you'll have my old room and I..."
Breaking off the rather pointless speech, he opened the door to the 'Padawan's Room,' which had not been slept in for several years, and gestured inside.
"Why don't go in and, uh, get settled?" he said.
Anakin complied, still not speaking, and Obi-Wan turned away to the other door, which stood closed and quiet.
Well.
Now or never.
And tapping the button, he stepped through the door, stopping just on the other side. The door slid shut behind him.
Here, oh Force, here the sense of Qui-Gon was so strong. Here in this room they had made love for the last time, that afternoon when Anakin was being tested.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes, slumping against the wall, and allowed himself to get lost in the memory.
Their hands and lips moving over warm skin, they had worshipped each other, caught in timeless waves of echoing love and adoration, unlike their usual frenzied lovemaking. They had taken it slow for once and the result had been a wonderful memory for the dark times, which had come far sooner than anyone could have guessed.
Obi-Wan pulled himself out of the daydream and away from the wall.
He had a life to live, and a padawan to train. Lover's musings could wait.