Hullo there, I'm back. Sadly. Sorry for the long wait, and for the fact that I'm not updating any stories, but I really can't bring myself to continue stuff that I wrote while Mae was still here. It just seems wrong I guess.

But now I'm have tons of cool ideas for Star Wars fics, most of them orbiting around Obi-Wan. This is the first of many, I promise you. I know it's not my best work, but whatever. Don't read it if you don't want to.

Enjoy :-)

P.S. I could care less if you review or not, but please no flames or begs to reply cuz there is a good chance I won't anyways.

Pit...pat...pit...pat...pit...

Obi-Wan glanced to the miniscule window at the very top of the room as the rare pitter-patter of rain started to sound through the building.

I don't recall the weather calling for a shower...Obi-Wan shrugged, even the controlled Coruscanti weather can make mistakes every now and then. Anakin will surely get a kick out of this, he thought, remembering his young Padawan had never before encountered any form of storm other than sandstorms.

He reluctantly turned his attention back towards the Senate meeting and the dull politician he had been tasked with escorting. The quirky Twi'lek woman was obnoxiously paranoid, and had demanded that she have a Jedi master escort her if she was to attend the public meeting. So, naturally, the Senate had requested the Council comply, and the Council had appointed Obi-Wan to the task. This decision had been met with a small tantrum from his padawan, who had insisted that the Council was merely trying to keep his master from teaching him something other than meditation. Inside, Obi-Wan was just as disappointed as his young apprentice; he had been intending to use this day to spend time alone with young Anakin, instead of teaching him with a class of younglings.

Due to Anakin's age and inexperience, he was taking basic classes with younglings, a decision which caused Obi-Wan to seethe with anger and disappointment. In remembering his days as Qui-Gon's Padawan, there were no memories more precious than the ones that had been created during one-on-one training sessions and time spent bonding over meditation exercises. However, instead of being able to experience the same with his own padawan, Obi-Wan had been forced to sentence Anakin to their rooms for his disrespect towards his elders. But for Anakin, this wasn't much of a punishment, since it gave his Padawan a plethora of time in which to fiddle with the various droids and mechanisms spread throughout his room.

Suddenly, Obi-Wan was ripped from his thoughts by a flurry of happenings. He was dimly aware of the Twi'lek in front of him gasping and jumping in her seat, but paid it little mind because at the the very same moment, a deep and heavy roll of thunder reverberated through the Senate building, and sharp flash of fear tore through the bond he shared with his young padawan.

"Anakin?" He sent his thoughts through the Force. He tenderly felt along the bond, searching for Anakin's signature. "Anakin, what is it?" He tried again when his Padawan didn't answer. However, all Obi-Wan was able to receive from the boy was that he was frightened and confused and lonely and…

Obi-Wan shook his head. He glanced at the jumpy politician, and made a split-minute decision. He quietly swept from the room, bringing his2 commlink to his mouth in a way he hoped looked like he was being contacted because of some urgent Jedi matter, and from the way the politicians that noticed him averted their eyes, he assumed it was convincing enough. He strode through the halls as quickly as he dared, still wanting to assume the collected, mysterious aura associated with Jedi Knights, but the ever-present flare of fear -no, terror now- spurred him into a brisk jog as soon as he was out of view of curious eyes.

The rain barely fazed him as he all but burst through the doors of the Senate Building, his eyes set upon the majestic building not but a few clicks from where he was. He merely pulled his deep hood over his head and forged ahead, frantically pushing aside the masses desperate for shelter. A sharp crack of lightning illuminated the city, and with it came a flare of panic through the Force. Thunder sounded not ten seconds later, and the deep cowl of Obi-Wan's hood hid the way his eyes widened and flared with worry at the scream he heard through his bond with Anakin.

"Master!" Anakin's young, confused voice raised in a desperate cry echoed through his mind, and with a growl Obi-Wan pulled his lightsaber from his belt, brandishing the unlit weapon at the crowds pushing against him. A few gasps and cries of alarm at the well-known weapon sounded around him, and the masses split, allowing the frantic Jedi a clear path down the street.

"I'm coming little one. Don't worry, I'm on my way."

Only a pitiful whimper was his answer.

Obi-Wan lost all sense of reservation and respectful dignity when he reached the Jedi Temple. He charged through the doors, causing quite a few younglings and droids to yelp and flinch in shock, and a number of raised eyebrows from the few masters and knights wandering about. However, he paid neither any mind as he marched through the halls, his robes leaving a trail of murky water in his wake.

More thunder, another yelp. Obi-Wan growled under his breath and broke into a jog again-only to run into a sturdy figure and sent sprawling.

"Master Kenobi? What are you doing? Where is your Padawan?" Obi-Wan sat up to meet the confused gaze of Mace Windu, and took the proffered hand.

"You felt it too, then?" He asked, as he continued his brisk pace to his rooms, only this time with a more reserved air about him.

"Of course I did," Mace matched his gait and walked with him. "I passed your room not five minutes ago; one would have to be completely insensitive not to feel the emotions coming from within."

Obi-Wan cursed. "And did you not think to go in? To check on him?"

"I figured you had it under control, after all, he is your Padawan."

By this time they were within reach of the rooms he shared with Anakin, and Obi-Wan sent an unamused glare to the Master as he willed the Force to open the door.

The rooms were completely dark, and Obi-Wan clutched his saber more tightly in his hand. "Anakin?" he called, scouring the main room. "Young one, where are you?" The rain was pounding relentlessly outside, and since they had the one of the rooms closer to the top of the Temple, Obi-Wan almost had to shout to make himself heard. Thunder rolled, shaking the floor and cabinets and adding to the sound of rain, generally making quite the ruckus. A small scream came from the door at the very end of the hall, Anakin's room. Obi-Wan all but ran to the closed door, shedding his cloak along the way.

"Anakin, what's wrong?" Obi-Wan asked as he eased the door open, not wanting to frighten the confused child more than he already was. He frowned at the sight he was met with. Anakin's room was more of a disaster than usual, which was saying something. Droid bits were scattered all over the hardwood floors, giving it the appearance that the occupant had been startled and had fled. No light was in the room other than what leaked through the door, which was odd considering Anakin had the only room which had a window...oh.

The window in question had been completely blocked off. Meditation cushions were pinned to the very tops, and most of the furniture in the room had been pushed against it, covering it completely. Actually, the only item in the room that had not been moved in front of it was the bed, which had been shoved in the corner farthest from the offending pane of glass. Obi-Wan sighed as he pieced together what had happened in the room, and felt a faint flare of self-reproach as he recalled his unnecessary flight from the meeting. However, this feeling was squashed as soon as he heard another whimper from the same corner of the bed, and he cautiously made his way across the room, careful to avoid any mechanical pieces on the floor.

"Anakin, where are you?" Obi-Wan kept his voice quiet as he approached the bed. "I'm here now, you can come out." A rustle of movement came from under the bed, where the blanket had been draped to shield the young boy from view.

"Master?" Anakin slowly crawled from under his bed at his master's voice, eyes squinting in the sudden, watery light coming from the main room. "Master, what's happening? It sounds like something is attacking the Temple, but I couldn't sense anything…" Obi-Wan crouched in front of his trembling Padawan and stretched out his arm, causing the nine year old boy to rush into his embrace right as another crash of lightning and peal of thunder roars through the room.

"I'm scared Master, but I know I shouldn't be..."

Obi-Wan tenderly wrapped his arms around the boy and carried him to his own room, where they sat together, the terrified youngling still huddled in his master's embrace.

"Little one, just because we are Jedi doesn't mean we can't feel fear. I thought you knew this."

Anakin merely sniffled and huddled further into his arms in answer. Obi-Wan sighed.

"There is nothing for you to be afraid of, Padawan. It is just a thunderstorm."

"But why is it shaking the Temple? And why is it so loud and bright?" He sat up suddenly and ran his small hand through the fringe on Obi-Wan's forehead. His nose scrunched up in confusion with what he discovered. "And why is your hair wet?"

"I am wet because it is common for rain to accompany a thunderstorm. And when one has to run through the rain from the senate to the Temple because their Padawan was giving them a headache, then one tends to become wet." He sent his apprentice a reproachful look.

Anakin ducked his head. "'m sorry, Master," he mumbled, looking every bit the innocent, obedient, humble boy he wasn't. His master shook his head.

"Very well Anakin, but what's done is done. Now let's see about fixing your room, shall we?" He stood up and placed the boy on the floor.

With the help of the Force, it took them mere minutes to put the room back into order. By that time, the storm had abated, and only the pitter-patter of rain sounded through the room. Obi-Wan helped his Padawan get ready for bed, and pulled back the bed clothes while Anakin hopped around the room trying to get his sleeping tunic on.

"Is it time to get you a new tunic young one?" Obi-Wan asked, bemusement in his voice.

A clear blue eye glared at him through the neck hole, his arms half-way through their respective holes and sticking in the air at awkward angles. Obi-Wan laughed at his expression, and kneeled down to help.

"It is much easier if you slow down Padawan," He said, twisting the tunic straight and pulling it down.

"Yeah, well, only Masters have time to be patient in everything," Anakin muttered as he scrambled up to sit on his bed. Obi-Wan crossed his arms.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. Because you're all so much bigger and faster and you can be patient faster."

"Anakin, that made no sense whatsoever."

Anakin shrugged. "It made sense to me."

"Of course it did." Obi-Wan mumbled fondly. He helped the boy shuffle under the sheets and pulled the comforter up under his chin.

"Goodnight little one," he whispered, and started walking towards the door.

"Master?" Anakin's sleepy voice stopped him in the doorway. "Are you leaving again tonight?"

"No Anakin. I'm just going across the hall to my room."

Anakin was silent for a moment. "Obi-Wan, have you ever been scared at all?"

Obi-Wan was shocked. "Wha-of course I have Anakin. Everyone gets scared."

"Really? Even Master Windu?"

"Yes, young one," Obi-Wan chuckled. "Even Master Windu." Anakin smiled and shuffled back down. Obi-Wan wondered what could have brought this on. Then it clicked.

"Anakin, I was scared tonight. I was scared you had been hurt, and that I might lose you. I was scared because I had no idea what was scaring you."

Big blue eyes looked up at him sleepily. "You don't have to be scared of losing me Master. I'm never going to leave. Especially if you're here."

"That's good to know, Ani." He leaned down and place a soft kiss on the mop of blond hair. "Now go to sleep. We can get around to lightsaber techniques in the morning," but the boy was already snoring softly. Obi-Wan smiled and ran his hand lightly over his face. Why was it that he always looked so innocent when he was sleeping?

"I promise Anakin, you will never have to be scared of anything as long as I'm here."