A/N: Obi-Wan discovers that his powers haven't awakened yet. But the meeting with Maul has awakened them. What's his (Obi-Wan's) reaction going to be? Also, TOTAL PRIDE FEST (It's June, so I thought why not give it a Pride Month feel to it? Don't judge, please)!

I am aware that Omegas can't be males, and that they can't go into heat, but my story, my rules. If you have a problem with it, talk to me.

Chapter Nine

"AHSOKA, RUN!" Anakin bellows, taking off, "IGNORE MAUL! JUST GO!" She does immediately.

I throw my arms around Anakin's neck. He keeps me tight to his chest. Another wave of nausea overwhelms me. Despite myself, I gag. "Can you keep it in for a few more seconds? We're almost to the ship." Anakin says.

I manage to nod. I bite back a groan of pain. "Hold on, Obi-Wan. We're almost there." He whispers.

"Could you speed up a bit more, please? I'm about to hurl." I grimace. Anakin doubles his pace. Pretty soon, the ship comes into view. Ahsoka already has the door open. She jumps up and down, waving her arms like they're on fire.

"COME ON, MASTER! HURRY UP! HE'S ON YOUR ASS!" She hollers. I look over his shoulder, and sure enough, there Maul is. Right on our tail.

"Ani, get your ass in gear. Maul is tailgating us. Kick it up a couple notches, will ya?" I say wryly. He increases his speed by ten notches. Eventually, we're in the ship. I'm immediately taken to the fresher. When Anakin brings me to the toilet, I brutally vomit.

"Eww." He wrinkles his nose, "Obi-Wan, I think I'm going to have to bathe you. You stink. No offense."

"H-how long was I gone for?"

"Um...three weeks."

"Kriff. I'm-"

"MASTER! WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!"

"I'm sorry, Ani." I bury my face into my hands. I gag again and lean over the toilet.

"Master! That's the third time you've thrown up!" Anakin cries as I ruthlessly regurgitate whatever contents were in my stomach.

"M-my throat burns." I complain. My body must be trying to get rid of the poisons and mistaken the acid in my guts for a toxin.

"I'm sure it does. You threw up stomach acid." Anakin explains. I nod. He stands up, picking me up (in a bridal carriage) as well. When I realize what he must do, my face flushes a bright shade of crimson. "Hey, I'm sorry, Obi-Wan, but it's gotta be done, and you just got tortured, so I don't know if you'll be able to stand."

I wrap my arms around his neck. "As long as you don't drop me in, I suppose I can mana-wait! Qui-Gon's bathed me before. Call him. Besides, I'm more used to him doing it. I don't want to offend you, though, love."

"It's okay. I'm not offended. Besides, he is your Master, so I'm sure you consider him more like a father than anything, right?" Anakin assures me.

I nod, then ask, "Are you going to call him?"

"Yeah, I will. We're nearing Naboo, so we can stop there. And while we're in hyperdrive, I suppose I can deal with you being this way, Stinky."

"OI!" I protest, "I probably could smell worse."

"Yeah, that's true."

"Urgh. I really need to rinse my mouth out. It feels horrible." I mention.

"Oh, here." Anakin hands me a glass of water. I take it gratefully, but I'm going to make it last. I take a small sip and swish it around. With the help of Anakin, I manage to get to the sink and spit the water out. With that done, Anakin picks me up-the way a groom would carry his bride. Yeah, right, like that's going to happen-and he makes his way to our shared room. He makes sure he can take the glass from me and put me down at the same time. He does so with ease.

"You know, you make that look easy." I remark. He looks at me incredulously. Then, his look changes as he clambers into bed, next to me. I manage to fall asleep.

It's dark. Too dark for my liking. I wander around, hoarsely calling out, "H-hello?"

A figure steps into the picture. He's around my height (I'm five ten, by the way); wearing purely white clothes: Jedi undershirt, shirt and tunic, leggings, and the traditional knee-high Jedi boots; he has a staff-with wings at the top-in his hand; his gray-blue eyes, ginger hair, and beard all match mine; and he has wings. Angel wings. A strange white aura hangs around him. At his side is a lightsaber. He brings it forward and ignites it. A white blade?! But it's rather hard to make those things!

"W-who are you?!" I ask in a shaky voice. The angel glances at me.

He smiles and answers in a kind voice, "Why, I am your angel form. You are an Angel of Light."

"Uh...what?"

He explains what an Angel of Light is and what they do. "Oh," is all I say. The confusion on my face is wiped away. "Why am I here, anyway?"

"Because your powers have not awakened until now. You've struggled with that for your entire life. Now, you can transform into your true form. The Angel of Light Wolf Prince. That is what you are."

I blink once. "W-what? I'm a prince?!"

"Yes," he replies, "And your soulmate is the Angel of Darkness Wolf Prince."

I stammer, "Who IS the Angel of Darkness Wolf Prince?"

"The man you are dating, of course. When you put your wings together, they will form a heart. That symbolizes your love for each other."

"Uh...I don't understand." I croak.

"Don't worry. You will soon. I promise."

Then, he vanishes without a trace.

"Hey, Obi-Wan. Wake up." Anakin shakes me. "We're on Naboo. I called Qui-Gon while you were asleep. He said he's on his way now."

"All right! I'm up," I grumble sleepily, "I had the weirdest dream last night."

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks.

I nod, blinking sleepily as Anakin notes, "Y'know, when you're really sleepy like that, you're cute."

"W-What?!"

"Ah, c'mon. I know you actually like the compliment."

Then, Anakin kisses me. I roll my eyes, but return it eagerly. When he pulls away, I sigh, "Honestly, Anakin, you're incorrigible."

A smirk touches his lips as he notes, "You like it. I know you do."

I mockingly smirk back and answer, "Maybe I do, maybe I don't. I ain't sharing."

Anakin fake pouts and whines, "You're mean."

"Well, that's what I have to be. I'm the mean one, remember?"

His face brightens as he crows, "You're a mean one, Obi-Wan. Your heart's an empty hole!"

I roll my eyes. "Pft. That's not going to help your situation. If you don't stop, I'm going to kiss you to death."

Anakin ignores me and continues. I slowly make my way over to him. Eventually, I'm six centimeters from his gorgeous face. I kiss him and he stops in shock. That's when he does something I never expected. He deepens the kiss. Anakin brings his tongue into play as he teases it across my lips, asking for entry, which I grant. Immediately, he takes the granted entry and explores every inch of my mouth with vigour. I shudder as a small moan escapes.

When he pulls away, he says, "You're cute when you moan like that."

My face turns a bright shade of pink as I cry, "Shut up, Anakin."

"But it's true." He whines. Suddenly, his commlink goes off. It makes him and I jump.

"Skywalker here." He answers.

"Hey, Anakin. It's Qui-Gon. I'm nearing Naboo now. Where'd you land?" Qui-Gon asks via commlink.

"Uh...I'll have to ask Ahsoka. I've been with Obi-Wan this whole time. He...kinda...got sick on the way here. I wanted to stay with him in case he threw up again."

"H-how'd that happen?" He asks worriedly.

"Maul. He injected a lot of poisons into Obi-Wan's system, then he made him drink lava extract. I gave him the cure to slow the effects down."

"THAT KRIFFING SON OF A BITCH! I'M GOING TO RIP THAT BASTARD'S HEART OUT WITH MY BARE HANDS!" Qui-Gon growls angrily, "NO ONE DOES THAT TO OBI-WAN!"

"Count me in," Anakin chimes.

Qui-Gon calms down before saying, "You'd better go check with Ahsoka to see where you guys landed. I'm about to exit hyperspace."

"Okay, see you in a bit then." He says, cutting the call. Then, he turns to me. His brow furrows. "Obi? Are you okay? You look like you're in pain."

I wince. "A-a little. It's not the poisons. The remedies you gave me are still keeping them at bay. I don't know what it is. My body feels like it's on fire."

Anakin puts his hand to my forehead. "You feel really warm, Obi. Is everything okay?"

I just whimper. "I hurt all over, now. What's going on?!"

"Hey, Master. Do you need our location to tell Master Qui-Gon?" Ahsoka's head pops into the room.

Anakin's head snaps up to look at the Tortugan. "Oh, hi, Snips. I didn't see you there. Yeah, I need Qui-Gon here to give Obi-Wan a bath."

She snickers, "Why don't you do it? Isn't he your boyfriend, Skyguy?"

"Well, yeah, but Obi-Wan's more used to Qui-Gon doing it. Besides, he really considers him a father." Anakin explains.

Her head bobs up and down. "Well, that'd make sense." She soon senses my pain, "Why is he in pain? Are the poisons acting up now?"

He shakes his head. "No. It's not the poisons. The remedies I gave him are keeping them at bay right now. We have no idea what's wrong. Maybe Qui-Gon will."

"I hope so. It hurts me to see Master Kenobi like this."

I look up at Ahsoka. "Hey, Ahsoka, for future reference, I'd prefer if you called me Obi-Wan. I feel old when you call me Master Kenobi."

"Oh, okay. Thank you, Mas-er, I mean, Obi-Wan." She's going to have to get used to calling me Obi-Wan from now on. "Well, anyway, I came to tell you that we're near Theed, just about five miles from the city square."

"M'kay, thanks, 'Soka. You can go now."

"Okay. Don't forget to tell Master Jinn about our location." She reminds him.

"Yeah, yeah. Go away." He teases. Ahsoka fake pouts, but leaves. Anakin pulls his commlink out and calls Qui-Gon.

"Qui-Gon here." He answers.

"Hey, it's Anakin. I have our current location. We're near Theed, about five miles from the city square. I think we're at the docking bay."

"Okay, now I definitely know where you are. I'll be there in five minutes."

"Okay, we'll wait."

Qui-Gon cuts the call. I lift my head, but spots start dancing in front of my eyes. I put my head back onto the pillow and groan. "Obi-Wan? Are you all right?"

"No. I lifted my head up to see if you were still in here, but spots started dancing in front of my eyes. And I'm in a lot of pain."

A few minutes later, I hear a knocking on the door. "That must be Qui-Gon." Anakin exclaims.

"I hope it is. I can't stand being stinky." I whine.

Anakin snarks, "You've said. And don't whine. That's my thing."

I roll my eyes and do the best I can to flip over onto my back. 'What is this pain I'm experiencing?' I wonder. 'I hope Qui-Gon has the answers.'

Anakin walks into the room, with Qui-Gon on his heels. When they walk into the room, he (Qui-Gon) stops and wrinkles his nose. "Yeah, you definitely need a bath there, Obi-Wan."

"Oy!" I gripe, "You're a meanie. Meanie, meanie, jelly beanie."

Qui-Gon just picks me up as carefully as he can and brings me to the fresher. "Is there a bathtub, Anakin?" He asks.

Anakin nods. "Yeah, it's right here." He shows Qui-Gon. Anakin is dismissed so Qui-Gon could properly bathe me.

*30 minutes later*

Ahh. To be clean again feels great. Qui-Gon carries me back to my room. "I just realized how sweaty you are, Obi-Wan. Are you all right?" He asks.

I shake my head. "No. And it's not the poisons that were delivered. My entire body feels like it's on fire, and I hurt everywhere. I don't know what it is, so I was hoping you would know." I explain. Qui-Gon ponders what I told him.

"Well, I never told you this because I was afraid of your reaction, if it was going to be positive or negative. You're an Omega." He says.

"I'm an Omega? Oh, no. Now I know what's going on. I'm in heat, aren't I?"

"Umm...I think so." He replies

"How long will it last?" I ask.

"Uh...I don't know, to be honest." Qui-Gon answers.

I groan in discomfort. Sweat beads down my forehead. I curl up and murmur, "Thank you for your help, Master. I appreciate it."

Qui-Gon strokes my head in a fatherly way. "You're welcome, Obi-Wan."

I bury my head into the pillow and fall asleep, Qui-Gon still watching. He sits on the edge of the bed, so he can still watch me in case I might need something. I yawn and stretch, rolling onto my other side. "Don't worry, Obi-Wan. I won't let anything happen to you." He whispers.