A/N Thank you all for your lovely reviews! I am decidedly living on them from now on. They're that good to read. Once again thank you to marthakun45 and Lux's Sister for being purely awesome people. *hands out the disembodied bogeyman plushies with cookies* and we will now once again continue with our drugged Padawan and Master.

The first thing Obi-Wan Kenobi notices when he comes to is that they're into hyperspace and that he is in the pilot's seat. Somehow he has absolutely no recollection of how he'd even gotten there, except for the vague thought that someone drugged him and put him there. Which is not entirely impossible, he supposes. After all, being a Jedi does not merit invincibility drugs or anything of the sort.

He's slowly becoming aware of the colossal migraine pounding in the back of his head, along with a few screeches of MINE MINE MINE from the amputee bogeyman. Groaning inwardly and outwardly, he picks himself up from his seat to drag himself to the med bay of what he assumes is a rather upgraded version of the Twlight. And for that he is utterly grateful. The bucket of bolts Anakin insists has the potential to be just as good as Jedi Standard Issue Shuttles, just because he has a grudge against protocol. Honestly.

"Anakin, how many times must I tell you that this bucket of bolts is absolutely worthless?"

"Stop insulting the ship Master, it's saved your sorry hide more than once. Be nice!"

"I will be if you finally switch back to using one of those standard issue shuttles. Those are decidedly less hazardous. Really."

"Yeah well, and we won't be able to go ANYWHERE without being caught out."

"We would if you put more emphasis on stealth instead of fancy moves!"

"Yeah well hold on, I'm going to do one of those 'fancy moves' right now, there are people shooting at us if you haven't noticed."

"And will you start using standard issue shuttles once we get back?"

"Nope! Strap in Master, we're coming in hot!"

"What did I just tell you? This ship is worthless! How many times have we come in hot?"

"UH..."

"More than twenty!"

At least Anakin agrees on sticking with the Temple standard issue med-kits. That way, he knows there'll be a constant supply of aspirin when Ahsoka or Anakin grates on his tender nerves. Unless, that is, Ahsoka or Anakin takes them first because he infuriates them apparently. But of course, there is also the possibility of Anakin hoarding them for Ahsoka or vice versa, in the event that he might take them all.

But then again, Anakin isn't here, and neither is Ahsoka, so he needn't worry about all the worryingly worrisome things that may or may not happen to the valuable supply of aspirin that is most likely sitting safely in the comfort of a med-kit in the cargo bay. Scratch that, small cargo bay and a one, no, two small bedrooms, plus a fresher which is a condolence. He isn't going to go into the cargo bay just yet because he thinks that taking aspirin and then sleeping of the headache would be best.

Of all the things that could be inside the nearest bedroom it had to be Ahsoka, and Anakin's burial capsule. Of course. Such a twisted sadistic mind the person drugged him had. He'd turned on the lights, only to slam into the burial capsule, landing face down on top of the glass shield that separates Anakin from the rest of the world. He's was going to start screaming, he swears, honestly, but Ahsoka beats him to it, screaming as she's awaken by the bright lights and the sudden 'thump' of him landing on the capsule.

"MASTER!" Ahsoka shuffles backwards on the small bunk that she was sleeping on/drugged then transported onto, banging her montrals on the metal wall, leaving her head undoubtedly ringing. He winces, and tries to get off the capsule, falling onto the floor in a miserable heap as the slick glass surface causes him to slide in his drug induced stupor.

"Master!" Ahsoka's eyes meet his and widen, drawing back to the burial capsule. The capsule still smells rather earthy so he can only imagine that someone dug Anakin out not so long ago. How sacrilegious. The mere thought of it makes his stomach turn. Why? "Who would've done this?" Ahsoka gives her Master's body a pained look, eyes growing large.

"I don't know little one, I don't even know where we're headed." He looks at Anakin's peaceful face, trying to regain his formal Jedi Master composure. "I can only assume that whoever has put us on this transport wants…something from Anakin." What can Anakin give them? He's dead. He only moves to the bed to put a hand Ahsoka's shoulder, to offer a little comfort.

"What can they even want from him? Anakin's dead…" Ahsoka's head droops as she clasps her hands together in her lap.

"WHAT DO I WANT KENOBI? I WANT YOUR PADAWAN, YOUR PRECIOUS CHOSEN ONE. AND HE IS NoW WITHIN MY GRASP, WITHIN THE WORLD OF THE DEAD. HE NOW LANGUISHES IN THE DARK, BUT OH, OH, HE COULD FLOURISH IN IT! MY CHILD, MY DARK PRINCE! I LACK ONLY ONE THING! THE ONE DROP OF WATER TO SPARK THAT FIRE!"

The lights of the room flicker and a sudden hissing sound comes from the capsule. The lights still flicker, casting snippets of shadow and light over Anakin's face, and the glass shield has slid upwards, exposing him and the demon amputee that sits at the edge of the capsule, stroking Anakin's face in an eerie yet gentle way.

"BEWARE JEDI! FOR HE IS NOT YOURS, NOT YOUR CHOSEN ONE! BUT MY CHOSEN ONE! MINE MINE MINE!"

The demon lunges at Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, black clawed hand outstretched, a faint light flickering within.

"HE IS MINE! AND I WANT HIM WHOLE! AND YOU WILL DO SO FOR ME!"

The demon circles the two, hissing and snarling, waves of pure darkness pouring forth from its mouth.

"DON'T LISTEN TO HIM! DON'T LISTEN TO HIM MASTER! SNIPS! DON'T! LISTEN! TO! HIM!" Anakin screams at him, he's not even sure if it is a scream, it's so hoarse and soft.

"Please! Don't listen to him…Please! Snips, turn the ship around once you get there, go back to Coruscant! And never ever come looking for me! Promise me! Promise me!" Anakin sounds like someone is trying to muffle his voice, and yet the sound, the pained cries, begging for Ahsoka to promise him to never come looking for him still trickle through.

"YOUR CHOSEN ONE…MY CHOSEN ONE, IS FADING JEDI! IF YOU WILL NOT SAVE HIM, IF YOU WILL NOT BRING HIM BACK TO ME, WHOLE! HE WILL DIE! AND NOT BY MY HAND! BUT HE WILL CEASE TO EXIST! ALL YOUT PRECIOUS LITTLE MEMORIES…GONE! FOREVER!"

"There is no death, there is the Force, Master, there is the Force." His Padawan seems torn, but resolute. Just like his cruiser, the cruiser he loves and cherishes so much.

"Tell Padme I love her…tell her I always will, Master. Promise me that much." And he reaches out for his Padawan, Ahsoka alongside him, delving into the deep layers of the Force, of uncontrollable darkness and sorrow and pain and death. And he can see that one spark of light. It is…still there, but it is fading, fading all over again.

Ahsoka's and his fingers brush the light. Their fingertips brush the warmth, the heat, the darkness, the fire, and the dragon that is is Anakin Skywalker—

And it slips between their fingers. And he is gone. Sealed within a thin layer of darkness.

He can see Anakin's sardonic smile.

His blue eyes, as blue as the Nubian skies.

His sarcastic smile.

His mournful pout.

He can hear Anakin's laugh.

His laughter, as clear as the waters of Varykino.

His high pitched scream as he dives downwards into a mass of laser fire.

His soft sigh at being forced reluctantly into accepting what is irrevocably the truth.

And now he can see Anakin lock eyes with the both of them as they hover above his dark cocoon.

And his blue eyes, as blue and as yellow as the Nubian sunset.

And now he can hear Anakin's last mournful sigh of venomous affection.

"I love you."

And they are both sent hurtling out of the bowels of the Force.

…

Obi-Wan Kenobi's head slams against the metal wall and Ahsoka is thrown haphazardly onto the floor.

"I love you. I…I'm so sorry."

…

"I truly, deeply…love you."

And two tears roll down Padme Amidala's face in her sleep.

And they stain the pillowcase red.

Two small blotches.

…

A/N Aaand that's it. Heh heh, cliffie here. I probably won't be updating until my dreaded finals are over but well, I could finish editing the 6th chapter if you all motivate me to do so. I do hope that your cookies haven't run out just yet, the story has just begun. If you do manage to figure out what Anakin is now, it will indeed help you with understanding the later chapters. This is a rather gigantic AU. Have no fear if you don't as I will explain as it is after all, part of the plot. Thank you once again Lux's Sister and marhtakun45 for your beloved reviews that have helped me through revising!