A result of some of my tumblr posts

Obi-wan stands impatiently in the pristine hospital hallway. White, sterile walls magnify the glare of the lights, burning his eyes. Eyes that felt so sore. Pacing again he ponders the possibilities for his pain. It could just be from the bright lights, or the years finally catching up on him. Maybe he was just getting too old. Yoda often mentions the aches and minor pains that grow on Jedi like old friends reopening throughout their bodies. Was that happening to him? He was just thirty-eight but now those simple numbers felt like a thousand years.

Feeling defeated the old Jedi takes a seat. The culprit of these feelings was clear. Anakin. The one man that always makes him feel the years bearing down on himself. Even when he was a boy he made Obi-wan feel years beyond his age. In a sense it made him feel ageless. The same way he had always thought of Yoda. A person the years could not touch and destroy. For they and all their strifes only made him stronger. They made him feel resolute in his decision.

He had never imagined himself turning his back on the order. Well that wasn't completely true. There had been that one time. The fading chance to run away and live a life he would have chosen completely on his own. After Qui-gon's death it was nothing more than a fading fairy tale. A dream that had passed.

The electronic door slides open to reveal a mess of dirty blonde hair. Anakin appears head first from the delivery room. His face looking a decade older. Metal arm firmly holding his stomach. His whole demeanor screams bad news. Faster then a shot from a blaster Obi-wan was beside him. Hands push against the younger man's chest. His whole body weighs down on them heavily. Heavier then Anakin had ever felt before.

"What happened?"

"Pa-padme." Carefully Obi-wan guides him to one of the seats. His back was taunt as the former master tries to sit him down. The tension was unwavering. Even as he guides the man down, and wraps his arms comfortably around Anakin's shoulders it did not get better. Anakin's body folds in on itself the moment he's down. "Something went wrong. They sent me out."

"What of the child?" He falls in front of Anakin, down on one knee. Delicately he holds onto Anakin's shoulders again.

"Children." Through the tears Anakin manages a choked laugh. "She's having twins."

One child of Anakin's was going to be rough enough. Now this first time father was going to have to handle twins. With a chance that Padme won't even be around. He had managed to avoid falling to the darkside before by a thread. If she did not survive Obi-wan wasn't sure Anakin could give it the slip a second time. He might not even try. Desperately he pulls Anakin into a hug. Attempting to ensure that the man would feel all of his former master's love for him. Force willing it would be enough. For Obi-wan could not guarantee Padme's safety as he once had.

"I'm sorry Anakin."

"I don't know what I'm going to do." Anakin squeezes his arms around Obi-wan's waist. His blue eyes bury themselves into his shoulder. "Master I don't know what I'm going to do without her."

With the care of a cautious father he enfolds Anakin with his robes. The sleeves long enough to cover his head and back. The symbolism wasn't lost on the man. To protect him from the darkest possibilities he was essentially encasing him in darkness. Protecting his sensitive, teary eyes from the lights of this cruel hospital.

Obi-wan thought he would never leave the Jedi after he and Satine broke things off. For his short life he expected to do everything in service to the council, and the betterment of the galaxy. Now it's clear why the force had things happen as they did back then. If he were to leave it would have to be for one reason and one only. Anakin. This former child, the one his own master had been so certain the prophecy was about, needed him. More so now then ever before.

There's a click, and then a sliding sound behind them. Obi-wan looks up to see the doctor standing patiently in the doorway.

"Skywalker?"

Anakin's dripping nose rubs against Obi-wan's robe. "How's Padme?"

The doctor looks exhausted as she answers. Obi-wan wonders just how many times Anakin had asked that question when he was inside.

"She's on the way to stabilizing. My peer is still looking after her while I talk to you both. We're keeping her and the children overnight to keep eyes on their health." Obi-wan stands up suddenly. Anakin looks taken back as his friend holds an arm out as if to protect him.

"May we see the children, doctor?" He bows his head slightly. An old habit that may never really go away. What would Obi-wan be without his scrupulous nature? The woman almost looks relieved at his request. Her brown eyes warm at the suggestion. Had she feared the former Jedi would be as uncaring as rumors have suggested? It was a possibility he supposes.

"Yes of course Master Jedi." She steps outside the door way and gestures down the hall with her hand. 'You can see them down in one of our secure rooms since the senator queen asked for our utmost privacy."

"Thank you. Could you lead us there?"

The doctor looks back and her fading grey hair looks to grow even whiter in that instant. Hesitantly she answers, "Of course. It's right this way." Without pause she leads them down the hall. Obi-wan waits for Anakin to rise. It didn't take long. The younger man was eager to see his children despite the fear that had a hold over him.

Anakin walks hot on the heels of the doctor. She could be walking with a pace matching Ahsoka and she would not be able to shake him. If she was here she could help Anakin. In ways Obi-wan was just out of his depth with. It was a bit relieving seeing him moving so quickly. Perhaps things could return to a form of normal. They promise to wait in the room for the kids. He knew one thing to be absolute. Anakin could smile again. Obi-wan saw it first hand as the twins were brought into the room after them. It was as wide as his smile had been when he first showed off C-3PO. Brighter than when he found out he was to be trained as a Jedi. Softer then the first time he smiled at Padme. Obi-wan knew even then that the two would be trouble. It had been so shortly after his own relationship that he was not blind to it the way Qui-gon had been.

He was terrified at first. If Anakin insisted on pursuing that relationship he would have to leave the order. If he left then Obi-wan would have to leave. Their lives would be chaos, out of sight, a way of living Obi-wan had been so desperate to avoid before. That's why he had ignored their secret dalliances. With hope that it would end naturally on it's own. The same way his relationship had. When it did he would be there. Arms open, his heart understanding, ready to guide Anakin back on the right path.

A life so prepared for the end. That's what his life had always been. Shock was what he expected to feel when finally seeing the children Anakin had given up his entire past for. Shock, and despair. As the nurse passes the blonde hair boy over to him such feelings are no where in sight. Hope fills his chest. It pushes all of those fears far from the crevices of his mind. Anakin had given up everything for this family of his. Obi-wan used to fear that he would look back in years and regret it all. He holds the boy closer to his chest. Realization dawning on him that Anakin would never come to regret this decision. Just as he would never regret choosing him over everything else he had ever cared about. The young boy looks up at him with great big eyes. He could barely open them but already they were blue. As blue as his father's. Nostalgia and excitement at the possibilities fills his heart.

One day Qui-gon would forgive his padawan for squandering the chances he had been given thanks to him. One day. Now he was no longer holding his breath waiting for that time. He had made his decisions. There was no going back.

For once Obi-wan was fine with that.