Okay, does anyone remember that stupid “couldn’t Obi-Wan have just picked Anakin up and taken him back with him and Padme” post I made?
clarinetings and I were discussing that and she asked if I could write it and…this happened
“I HATE YOU!" Vader screamed, fury coursing through every vein in his body. He could feel the heat of the lava river licking at what remained of his legs, desperately trying to claw himself up the sand bank with his one good arm.
Obi-Wan looked at him for a moment, sadness etched in the lines of his face. "You were my brother Anakin. I loved you.” Then, as he turned away, he stopped short. Vader saw him crane his head back to look at him, a strange expression on his face. He started back towards him.
Vader could feel flames smoldering at the edge of his clothing as Obi-Wan stood next to him, still looking at his quizzically. Then, as if deciding suddenly, he bent down next to him.
“What are you doing?” Vader asked. Obi-Wan didn’t say a word; he wrapped his arms under Vader’s torso and lifted him up.
“Stop that!” Vader struggled in Obi-Wan’s arm’s as he carried him, almost bridal style, over to Padme’s ship, “Put me down!”
“I have more options than to just let you die, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said calmly.
Vader twisted and writher, trying in vain to escape. “Let me go! I will destroy you! YOU ARE NO MATCH FOR THE POWER OF THE SITH!”
“Oh, shut up,” Obi-Wan admonished, carrying him up the ramp with ease, “What are you going to do, bite me?”
In normal circumstances, Vader would have dismissed the idea in a heartbeat. Now, it was his only defense left. He twisted his head around to put his mouth near Obi-Wan’s arm, gnashing his teeth violently. Obi-Wan barely flinched as the bone hit its mark once or twice, ignoring it in favor of not laughing at Anakin’s gnawing on his arm.
He set Anakin down on the med bay table and wrenched his teeth from his arm. “You have no choice but to come with us. I’m going to go get Padme, and when we get back the three of us are having a serious talk, young man.”
“No! Get back here!" Vader squirmed on the table, almost falling off the edge, "I am the most powerful being in the galaxy! You cannot do this to me!”
Obi-Wan headed back down the ramp with Anakin’s distant yelling and complaining behind him. “R2,” he said, directed towards the droid near Padme’s limp form. He sensed she was alive, but needed medical treatment, “Go get the sedative the Senator keeps in her emergency kit for when Anakin injures himself. I don’t want to have to listen to his whining the whole way to Polis Massa.”
I’m so sorry