drabble: shall we go again? [sw, anakin, obi-wan]
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan breathed.
“Master,” Anakin responded. “Settle down. You have a concussion, and Kix is working on getting some bacta for you but you need to rest, alright? No sudden mov–”
And then his arms were full of Obi-Wan, squeezing him tightly. “You’re alive.”
Anakin laughed, but gently patted Obi-Wan on the back, trying to get the other man to let go. “I’m alive? You’re the one with the concussion, old man, what are you talking about?”
“I had a dream,” Obi-Wan said, quiet and thoughtful, like he wasn’t quite there anymore. “But it felt so real. A vision, maybe? No, a nightmare. But even a nightmare couldn’t have come up with all those years on Tatoine–it doesn’t matter. You’re alive.” He let go of Anakin’s shoulders only to pat him on the face with awe, like it had been years since he’d last seen Anakin’s face. “My Ani.”
That was strange: Obi-Wan had never called him Ani before.
“Hit your head nice and hard, didn’t you, Master?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Obi-Wan shook his head. “Maybe you aren’t even real, now, and the Force is playing games with me. Maybe Darth Vader is about to wake me up and tell me this has been some sort of mind game–”
Anakin frowned. “Darth Vader? Who the hell is that? Do we have another Sith to worry about now?”
“But I don’t care, because I need to tell you something,” Obi-Wan leaned forward, holding Anakin’s face in his hands, his forehead touching Anakin’s slightly. “I didn’t tell you before, because I thought–with the Council and the Code–I thought I shouldn’t. But Anakin,” he closed his eyes. “If I had to choose between you and the Jedi, I would choose you. In every life, in every time. I love you.” He blinked, slowly, as if coming back to himself somehow, and then: “I think I’m going to pass out.”
And then he did.
Hours later, Obi-Wan did not recall the conversation, but Anakin did, and that made all the difference.