Rating: PG for m/m implied relationship - nothing naughty in
here ;)
Summary: Obi-Wan's POV at the time of his battle with Vader in
ANH.
Disclaimer: These aren't my characters, they're George Lucas',
and I promise to return them... relatively intact...
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Notes: I took the dialog here from the copy of the script I
have on my computer, I know it's not the same as that seen in
the film. Any discrepancies come from that. This is also my
first attempt at writing slash, so be kind.
Well, well, this day has finally come, has it? It's not a
surprise, I've been listening to the whisperings of the Force
long enough to know that it would happen.
That doesn't make it any easier.
Today's the day I have to face my student again, and I know in
advance that I will lose. I can't see his face, but I know that
he's mocking me, in his stance, in his words.
"When I left you, I was but the learner; now I am the
master."
"Only a master of evil, Darth." I retort as we step forward,
the bright blades clashing together with loud hissing. This is
nothing compared to my first battle against the Sith, but I
know that some good will come out of this ill-fated battle.
I will be with him again.
"Your powers are weak, old man." Vader taunts, taking advantage
of the fact that my mind is not wholy focused on the battle.
"You can't win, Darth." I tell him, "If you strike me down, I
shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine."
I lunge for him again, feeling the strain being put upon
muscles that have not been exercised in this fashion for too
many years. Our battle moves us towards the blast doors leading
to the hanger where the "piece of junk" sits. Out of the corner
of my eye I can see the stormtroopers heading towards us,
perhaps thinking they can assist their dark lord in some way.
They don't know that the outcome of this battle was shown to me
in the Force long ago, and I have no intention of fighting it.
Luke and his companions have started running towards the
Falcon, but Luke stops, staring at my former student and myself
standing, lightsabres locked, in a duel.
Now is the time to let that vision of the future fulfil itself,
to allow it to be as complete as when I saw it first during my
long years of isolation on Tatooine. Pulling my lightsabre
back, I watch, feeling oddly disassociated from my body as
Vader sweeps horizontally with his blade - a killing blow.
It is a... strange sensation. A feeling of complete freedom, of
being everywhere, and nowhere, of being one with the Force. I
can still dimly sense the hanger bay, can feel Vader's
puzzlement at my complete disappearance, Luke's anguish and
Leia's sympathy, covered by a desperate need to finish her
mission, no matter what the cost. And there, just near me
another presence - one I have not felt for so long.
I almost run into his arms, feeling a sense of comfort,
well-being, and intense relief that I am finally able to join
him enfold me.
"I am here, Padawan," I hear his voice as clear as crystal. "I
am with you."
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