A/N: As a warning, it is a bit of a deus ex machine ending. But I had to give our boys a happy ending!

Anakin returned from his mission, a few rouge clones that managed to escape and were causing trouble. It took him a painful forty-seven days to follow all the leads and track down each clone. He was anxious to return to the Temple, but as soon as he did return, he wanted to be anywhere else. Obi-Wan's condition had not changed. His mind was still as jumbled, but he had taken up a new and frightening trend of simply begging to die.

"A decision will need to be made."

"I – Bant…"

"Think of he wants, Anakin, but it is your decision. Obi-Wan would understand no matter what you choose."

"I will think about it tonight. There – there has been no change?"

"Nothing, Anakin. He gets up and wanders around. There has been no change."

"I will – I consider it, Bant. Just give me tonight to think about it."

"Alright, Anakin. But I do not want you to be with Obi-Wan tonight."

Sitting on his bed, sobbing, Anakin didn't think he would be able to look at Obi-Wan again. No matter what choice he made, he would always feel that it was the wrong one. Anakin would either be the reason Obi-Wan died or the reason Obi-Wan would keep living in misery. Needless to say, Anakin would be getting no sleep that night.

Obi-Wan awoke and found it most peculiar the afterlife looked exactly like the Jedi Temple. The Healer's Ward – or what looked like the Healer's Ward. It was completely empty. Obi-Wan got up and headed through the halls of the Temple, which were also empty. It was very eerie, although he supposed it might be peaceful it not for the echoing of his footsteps. Maybe this wasn't the afterlife. Maybe he had become some sort of spirit? He tried to reach out through the Force, but there was only silence.

It was lonely. He wanted Anakin. He felt momentarily guilty that he had give up and left Anakin alone, but he trusted that Anakin would grieve and then move on. Obi-Wan honestly did not think he could have lasted much longer – how ever much longer was – had he clung on for days? Months? Years? Now he would almost like to return, just for a few minutes to feel Anakin's hand resting on his leg or on his back. He wondered if visiting Anakin's quarters would bring him some peace.

There was a giant wanted poster of himself on Anakin's door. Why on Earth was his face on a wanted poster? And for Sith's sake, why did Anakin have it on his door? Such a strange afterlife this was. Chuckling slightly, he made his way into the room. His grin slid off his face when he heard Anakin's sobbing. So he wasn't in the afterlife. He hoped he wasn't – not if Anakin was here as well.

Anakin?

Anakin jumped to his feet and was over by Obi-Wan's side in an instant, grapping him by the shoulders. So he wasn't a ghost then.

"How did you get out? Bant is going to kill me!"

"Anakin." His voice came out cracked. "Are we dead?"

"No. We – how – are – what?"

Obi-Wan was more confused than Anakin, if that was possible.

"Anakin, I don't – did you find the cure?"

"It's been months, Obi-Wan. There was no cure. You – you wanted – " Anakin pulled Obi-Wan towards him, holding him crushingly tight against him, as if he was afraid he would vanish.

Obi-Wan knew what he wanted. He could remember lying awake, wishing he would die. Clamping his mouth shut so he couldn't eat. He had forgotten that Anakin could feel his thoughts. "You felt all that? Anakin, I'm – I'm so sorry. I forgot you could – I didn't want…" he broke off and just buried his face in Anakin's tunic. "Has it really been months?"

"I'm afraid so."

"How long have I been with Bant?"

"Forty-nine days, unless you count the two days we were both there." Anakin realized a tad to late he shouldn't have mentioned that.

"What did I do to you?"

"We might have passed out from dehydration during your hunger strike. It was nothing I couldn't handle, swear."

"Was my mind that loud?"

"Nothing I wasn't used to." Anakin frowned. "So if you can see and hear, are your other senses back? Why don't I sense you in the Force?"

"I appear to be in full control of all of my senses, save for the Force. We could go see Bant, make sure that I – that I am not going to worsen again."

Or we could stay together tonight. Just to hear Obi-Wan's voice again, when Anakin feared he would never hear it again, was something from a dream. Being able to hold Obi-Wan, knowing he could see and feel everything, when they had not been able to do so for months…

"That would be wonderful, Anakin."

"Wait, did you just – " Their bond suddenly flared back. It was slipping on an well-worn and comfortable tunic.

They slipped seamlessly back into each other's minds. It was an impossible feeling to explain, but it felt like home. They didn't need to talk anymore. Wordlessly, they shared everything: fears, trust, warmth, comfort, love. It wasn't Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi that lay in each other's arms, finally at ease. It was "The Team". It was two halves of a whole and it was going to stay that way.

A/N: I apologize, I am rather miserable at endings. But…this is the end! Thank you so much to my dedicated reviews! If any of you have a suggestion or an idea for a one-shot or a multi-chapter that you would like to see with Anakin or Obi-Wan (by themselves, couple, friends), please, please leave it in a review or PM me! I have nothing to do this weekend and would be more than willing to write something for any of you, because your reviews have meant so much to me!