(A/N) Last Chapter, y'all. Thanks for all the support Please R and R

"Where are we going now, Master Kenobi?" It was getting dark outside the long slanting windows of the temple hallways. Anakin hadn't contacted her, she assumed he was still in meetings, but she suspicioned that he hadn't called her on purpose. It had been a long day, spent in gentler company than she was used to; though she did miss the high stakes action of her master, she hadn't realized how much she had needed this break.

"For a pastime I'm afraid that Anakin doesn't quite see the value of." He smiled rakishly at her, which she returned, following his quiet steps into the Room of a Thousand Fountains. "I always find that it's a nice way to decompress after being with the younglings. They can be quite the handful."

The room was almost empty, water flowing loudly around them; most Jedi were in the cafeteria for the evening meal, or going into the nightlife of Coruscant where they could unwind from a long day of warfare in the bars, clubs, and shops that asked few questions and expected fewer answers. "I agree." She was tired, fatigue pulling at her limbs as she followed him to settle onto a secluded patch of grass, the calm wind blowing over the pair of them. "I can only imagine Master Anakin as a Padawan."

She had not expected the gentle smile on Obi-Wan's face, she had perhaps expected him to laugh, but he stayed quiet, taking off his robe and shoes and laying them in a neat pile off the grass. "he is much the same as he is now." She waited, mimicking his stance, feet pressed together, hands folded, though hers threaded through the grass at her feet. "Kind and strong."

"Impulsive." She added, and he did laugh at that one, his eyes still fogged over with some emotion. "I can't remember the last time we were in here." And she honestly couldn't. Most of their days were spent inside of a cockpit, flying through invaded airspace, ramming through blockades with humanitarian supplies. Not under a waterfall, bathed in mist and blue light. Not with younglings, their screaming much less harrowing than the screeching of dilapidated metal and bombs.

He settled, relaxing into a pose, his back straight, his eyes closed. With his gaze gone, he went back into a view of no emotion, his face and body completely entrenched in his meditation. He was completely silent, only if she concentrated could she hear his soft breaths. But, perhaps most tellingly, she felt his force signature pulse and settle. It moved around her, inviting her in perhaps, providing a sense of security as protection. She marveled at it for a moment wondering exactly how much of that had been intentional, and how much was simply a product of his nature.

She tried to mimic his pose, to mimic his breathing, and after a few long minutes of trying, she could feel the rhythm of her force signature change. Her thoughts wonder, her emotions flow from her into the same space that surrounded them. But true to her nature, to Anakin's teaching, she grew restless.

"Master Kenobi?" He blinked slowly, his eyes open. But he didn't look surprised, in fact, he looked slightly amused. "Can we just talk?"

"Talk?" His tone was mild, his spine bent slightly from its unnaturally straight alinement. "About what?"

"I'm not sure." And she wasn't, there wasn't anything pressing going on, no need for them to talk. But still, she felt the urge. She had spent the day with him, she knew that she had learned quite a bit, and still, she wasn't sure. "You, I suppose."

"Me?" His brow furrowed, and he leaned back, his hands propping up his chin. "I don't understand."

"You know, tell me about yourself, Master Kenobi. You and Anakin, maybe." She leaned back, stretching out her legs, preparing for a story. She didn't get one.

"I'm not sure what you don't already know, Ahsoka. In some ways you know him better than I do." His eyes were clouded with that same emotion again, and something struck her. Obi-Wan didn't understand what he meant to Anakin. What she knew he meant to him.

"I doubt that, Master Kenobi." He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at her intently, his features gentle as they always were. "He sees you as a father."

Obi-Wan broke her gaze then, looking down. "That does not mean I know him. My own failures as a Master, Ahsoka, we all have failures. I was young when I took Anakin as my apprentice, still angry over the loss of my own master. I did so much that was wrong, he is a great Jedi. Far better than I could hope to be." She had not expected what she now saw that Obi-Wan considered pure honesty. A selfless sharing that weighed on her now. "He is training you to be a greater Jedi than either of us."

The stress she hadn't known she was carrying vanished. She saw now everything that Anakin had ever told her about Obi-Wan, but in the same breath, so much more than that. He didn't see his own value. He saw only his own failures as a Jedi. And only those. He carried the burden, losing his master, gaining an apprentice so young, being a master, never seeing his own value. He was the definition of an exemplary Jedi, and maybe it was a cold kind of irony that he could never see that.

"Why don't we go and get something to eat?" She could hear, over the sound of water, other Jedi start to trickle in for late evening meditation. They rose slowly and in silence, him pulling his boots back on and his robe. She followed suit, and they left in quiet silence, her feeling like there was a lot unsaid between them, but she didn't quite know what to say.

Obi-Wan stepped through the doorway first, and they made it all of two steps before he was stopped. "I knew I'd find you here, Old man." Anakin was leaning against the wall, and winked at him; "Obi-Wan's never been one for the exciting life, Ahsoka." He winked at the pair of them, and turned to lead the group of them towards the dining hall. "Me, on the other hand, always ready for adventure. Including whatever soup they're serving in the cafeteria tonight."

She listened to Anakin babble, explaining to Obi-Wan the finer points of his Senate meeting, which the older man listened to with mild interest. She watched him, carrying the weight of what she had realized, but as she saw them together, she felt something. It was Obi-Wan's signature again, strong and steady, complimented fully now by Anakin's, erratic and powerful.

As she watched, his eyes came over to her, his eyebrows up ticked. He gave her another gentle smile, and she reached out with the force to add her own to theirs, swirling around them in a wild pattern. If Anakin or Obi-Wan felt the change, they didn't acknowledge it. But then, why would they?

If they had always been a family, then nothing would change.