Premise:  Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan did not find Anakin at the time of TPM. 
 

It was another mission away from my lover, another mission far from Coruscant.  My destination, Tatooine, was fourteen days and two hours from Qui-Gon.  I've missed him for exactly thirteen days and fifteen hours, and would continue to miss him until I was in his arms and in his bed once again.

The life of a Jedi is supposed to be hard, but it never seemed hard to me until I had tasted a normal life.  I've been Qui-Gon's lover for seven years now, since the day of my knighting, and I've never known greater happiness.  I was allowed to stay by his side while he was recuperating from the wounds he received on Naboo, but as soon as he was able to take care of himself, I was sent away. 

He's since recovered enough to go on missions, but never with me.  As an able-bodied young Knight, I'm often sent into great danger.  As a physically disabled Jedi Master, Qui-Gon is sent where a sharp mind and diplomatic manner are more important than good fighting skills.

So I find myself alone again, on a cramped transport, racing toward Tatooine to investigate a slave rebellion.  A slave rebellion led by a boy named Anakin Skywalker. 

Mos Eisley was a dirty town, in more ways than one.  My robe kept the dust out of my lungs, but nothing could keep out the stink of debauchery, the vileness of the people who made their living trading slaves, selling sex, and wagering on death.

Anakin had won the rebellion during my long trip to Tatooine, and I was told he could be found in the Hutt's palace – the former Hutt's palace.  Anakin had killed them all, hanging their dead, slug-like bodies in front of the palace for everyone to see and smell. 

As I made my way up the stairs to the throne room, I felt a tingling sensation, a current in the Force.  I often had premonitions of the future, but hadn't felt anything like this, not since the day Qui-Gon took me as his Padawan.  The feeling grew more intense with each step I took, promising destiny, joy, love, and doom.

As soon as I looked upon Anakin Skywalker, I knew – he and I were destined to be joined by the Force.  He met my gaze immediately - he knew it too.  How could he not?  The connection between us resonated with such intensity, I was surprised the others in the room could not hear it. 

"So, the Jedi finally send someone," he said.  "A thousand years of slavery, and the day we win our independence, they send a Jedi."

I said nothing, studying him as silence permeated the great hall.  Physically he looked to be about fifteen or sixteen, but I knew he was far older than that in reality.  Living the life of a slave makes you old; leading a rebellion and watching your friends die makes you older.  This was a man in front of me, not a boy.

"Well?" he asked. 

He deserved an answer.  "We had no idea there were slaves on Tatooine, not until someone sent a distress call."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"There are millions of stars, Anakin.  Millions of inhabited planets.  The Jedi are few in number."

"Why did you come here, now?  To make sure we go back to our rightful owners?"

"I came to take you to Coruscant."

He seemed surprised at that, and so did I.  That was not my mission at all – my mission was to ensure the slavery had truly come to an end.  The Force had other plans.

He blinked, shifting in the giant throne.  "I can't leave here, not now."

"I came with a small military force, and more will follow.  They will ensure slavery is ended for good.  You belong…" I wanted to say 'with me,' but stopped myself.  "You belong with the Jedi." 

And he did.  For the first time I noticed his Force aura, burning even more brightly than Yoda's.  He was reaching out to me with the Force, so strong, so raw and powerful.  Stepping onto the dais, I reached out my hand.  He grabbed it, and the connection between us sang.  Pulling back his hand as though it burned, he rejected my touch, trying to push me out of his mind.

"Don't fight it," I whispered, kneeling in front of him. "It's the will of the Force."

With a defiant look on his face, he touched me again, cupping my chin in his hand.  "It may be the will of the Force," he said, "But it's my decision.  I'll go with you, as a representative of Tatooine.  There will be no more slavery on this planet."

"We will make sure of that, Anakin."  Padawan.  I didn't dare say it, but I knew, and as much as he struggled against it, he knew we belonged together.

Hours later, a temporary leader had been appointed and the military troops from Coruscant were stationed to ensure the peace.  Anakin and I were racing back to Coruscant aboard a near-empty transport.

Thirteen days and twenty hours away from my Qui-Gon.

I tried to imagine lying in his bed, in his arms, telling him about Anakin.  Would he understand?  Would he think I was crazy?  Would he chide me for finally following his example and bringing home a pathetic life form? 

Thirteen days and seventeen hours away from Qui-Gon.  I went to Anakin's room with the intention of asking him to share a meal with me in the small galley so we could talk about the bond forming between us.  Instead, he beckoned me into his room.

"You aren't going to become my master," he said.

"I never said I was," I answered.

"You've been thinking it, though," he eyed me suspiciously as I sat down on the foot of his narrow bed.

"Being an apprentice is not the same as being a slave, Anakin," I said.

"I don't care," he answered. 

"Don't you feel the bond between us?"

"Yes," he said, moving toward me.  "But you're wrong.  You aren't going to be my master, you're going to be my lover."  He straddled my lap, pressing his erection into my stomach. 

"I have a lover already, Anakin," I said, my voice hoarse, my cock growing hard.  Thirteen days, seventeen hours away from Qui-Gon, but it felt like an eternity, especially with the Force calling me, calling Anakin and I together.

"We're supposed to be together," he whispered, licking my ear.  "You feel it too.  But I'm too old to be a Jedi, you know that." 

He was too old, and I wondered where he learned that, but it was a fleeting thought.  He had opened my tunic and was caressing my skin with his large, calloused hands.  I tried to remind myself that this was just a boy, too young, too vulnerable, but I looked in his eyes and knew that he was far older than his sixteen years, far older than I or even Qui-Gon. 

He slid off my lap and began undressing himself.  His body was lean and muscular from performing the hard labor of a slave.  Soft blond hair covered his chest, and he smiled as I reached out to touch him.  I was drawn to him, by the Force or by his beauty, it no longer mattered.  I couldn't deny it.  He stepped closer, and I reached up to take his nipple into my mouth.  His tanned skin was delightful – sun kissed and sweet, and I wanted more.  Kneeling in front of him, I unfastened his trousers, freeing his erection.  I ran my tongue along its length, tasting him, thrilled when I felt his cock stiffen even more.

"Yes," he whispered.  "You feel it too."

I agreed by taking him fully into my mouth.  He grabbed my head and started thrusting – I didn't resist, delighted by the passion and raw emotion he sent through our new bond.  He came quickly – I knew he was far from being a virgin, but never before had he felt a connection like this.  It was overwhelming, as strong or stronger than anything Qui-Gon and I ever experienced.

I continued to suck until his cock grew soft, then let it slip from my mouth.  He was breathless, trying to compose himself after what happened.  I must have been his first encounter with a Force-sensitive, certainly his first intimate encounter. 

"That was…" 

"I know," I laughed.

"I'm not a virgin," he said, kneeling down beside me on the floor, reaching for the fastenings on my trousers. 

"I know that, too," I replied, tilting his chin and kissing him.  I felt that I knew everything there was to know him.

The kiss sent sparks between us, and I felt his cock stiffen again as I pressed our bodies together.  I slid my hand into his crease and gently rubbed his anus with one of my fingers.  "I want you."  It was a lie – I needed him.

"Yes," he answered, breaking the kiss and reaching for his pack.  Taking out a small bottle, he pushed me against the wall and began to oil my cock.   His hands were like Qui-Gon's, large and calloused, and for a moment I felt guilty, enjoying this Force-blessed union without my former Master.  But Anakin was here, with me in body and spirit, oiling my fingers and turning around so I could prepare him.  I did so, sliding my fingers in and out of him, smiling as he thrust onto my fingers and begged for more.  I could not deny him any more than I could deny the will of the Force.

I pulled him up to his feet and bent him over the bed, stroking his back and bottom as I slid into him with one easy thrust.  He moaned with delight as I stroked his prostate again and again.  It didn't take me long to orgasm – our growing bond had the same overwhelming effect on me as it did on Anakin.  I slid out and collapsed on top of him, breathless. 

"Stay with me," he asked.

"Yes."  As if I could leave.

We climbed into the bed, and I arranged the sheet over us.  He looked vulnerable lying in my arms, like the sixteen year old boy he was. 

"They killed my mother," he whispered.  "That's why I started the rebellion.  That's why I killed them all."

I nodded, understanding, my heart aching for him, for myself, for Qui-Gon.  I would never see Qui-Gon again.  I don't know how I knew, but the Force spoke to me in that moment with utter clarity.  In thirteen days and sixteen hours, I'll be back on Coruscant, but he'll be on another mission.  And by the time he returns from that mission, I'll be on my own, and so on.  Both of us serving the will of the Force and the whims of the Jedi Council as our lives demanded it.  Our seven happy years together were over; they had ended the moment I stepped on the transport for Coruscant. 

I didn't realize I was crying until I felt Anakin's hand on my face, brushing away the tears.  "Your lover?" he asked.

I nodded, too choked to answer.  He understood, though, and kissed me, brushing my hair from my damp eyes before pressing his face to my neck and closing his eyes.

"What's your name?" he asked, whispering.

I could feel his tears, damp against my skin.  "Obi-Wan," I replied, kissing the top of his head, drawing him closer.

As he slept, I continued to cry, mourning my lost love and lost happiness with Qui-Gon, cursing the Force and the Jedi and the council, cursing this young man in my arms, whom I couldn't help loving, couldn't prevent bonding with.  Anakin.  My padawan, whether the Jedi Council approved it or not.  My lover, no matter that it broke Qui-Gon's heart.  The young man I met less than a day ago, who would soon become the center of my life. 

May the Force be with us all.

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