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Archive: M_A, Night's Secret Knight's Shame, Padder's Messy
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Rating: PG-13
Pairing: A/O with hints of Q/O
Categories: POV, Angst
Spoilers: You *have* seen TPM, right?
Series: Night's Secret, Knight's Shame #8
Warnings: 1. Due to recent discussion I feel I must warn that
this story contains A/O. If you don't like Anakin/Obi-Wan slash,
your delete button is there for a reason 2. This story contains
some non-con elements. 3. This story follows canon. You know that
thing that didn't happen? Well, it happened.
Summery: Anakin arrives at his destination.
Disclaimer: Pop Quiz: Who owns Star Wars? (hint: not me) A:
George Lucas. And do you really think I could make any money off
of this?
Feedback: Someone's still with me? By all means let me know. Any
and all forms of feedback are appreciated greatly.
Summery of Series Thus Far: Takes place approximately 15 years
after TPM. Anakin rapes Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan doesn't tell anyone
because he believes he has to try to save Anakin. Anakin kidnaps
Obi. On with the story....
We have arrived. I can feel my Master, my true Master, waiting
for us. I set the ship down, gather the Jedi, and exit the ship.
The air is cold here. No more than a handful of degrees below
standard, but enough that it is noticeable. I shiver once before
my body naturally adjusts to this change.
My Master is not waiting for me, as I had expected. Instead I see
Paterson, a member of the elite group of body guards that serve
my Master. He sees me and gives a quick half-bow before
delivering his message.
"My Lord is pleased to hear of your success in this mission.
He wishes to see you as soon as your captive is dealt with."
Paterson turns toward to nearby guards. "Assist Lord
Skywalker in bringing this..."
"No." I glare at the two men who step forward to help
me, sending them scurrying back to their posts. "Let's get
this straight right now. This is no ordinary prisoner, Paterson.
No one, and I mean *no one* out side of myself or my Master is to
touch this one. Understood?"
Paterson takes a hastily step backwards, as though he is afraid
even to breath upon my Obi-Wan. Good.
"He will be staying in my chambers until further notice. You
will be sure all the men receive my instructions."
"Yes.. yes my Lord." I don't wait for his reply but
hurry out, my way toward my rooms. I have never been here before,
yet I have memorized the layout, so no guide is necessary. I
arrive soon enough and the guards outside my doors quickly let me
in. I lay him on my bed and gently probe his mind. He should
remain asleep for a while. I enhance our bond to inform me the
second he begins to come around, and leave to go to my Master.
My Master's doors open for me and I step inside to his private
chambers. I quickly move over to the chair he is sitting in and
kneel, waiting for his acknowledgment. After a short length of
time he turns to face me. "You have failed me, my
Apprentice."
At his words shivers go down my spine. I dare not reply, but
instead bow my face to the floor, hoping that my failure has been
out weighed by my success. My Master is a hard man, but not
unjust. He does not punish unless there is a reason, however
slight.
"Explain yourself."
Oh, this is the part I always hate the most. I walk a very thin
line here, disapproval and pain on one side, approval on the
other. "The Jedi do not allow Padawans access to the vital
systems I needed, and I could not get around their security
without revealing my true nature." He nods for me to
continue. "Only a Knight or Master has admittance to that
which I would need. I knew I could never pass the mind probes
involved in the Knighthood trials, so I contacted you."
"Yes, so you did." He seems to be thinking, one hand
absently running through the short hair of my Padawan haircut.
"So, Kenobi turned out to be more than you could
handle?"
Ouch. "No, my Master. I am confident that now I can devote
all my time to him, he will turn."
"Oh yes my apprentice?" He face turns up with a
half-smile. "And how much time did I require to turn
you?"
That's different! I think to myself, carefully shielding. I was
only a boy, this is a man. "Very little, my Master."
And this is true, he first came to me shortly after I became
Obi-Wan's Padawan. Because he was still grieving for his Master,
he let many other Masters take part in different aspects of my
training, which left me much time to myself. Obi-Wan also never
imposed the same strictures that most Masters do on their
Padawans. He felt that I had had enough experience as a slave,
and deserved some freedom.
My Master showed me then the true power of the dark side, and how
foolish the Jedi really are. He also taught me to shield, and no
one ever suspected a thing.
"If it pleases my Master, Kenobi is a full Jedi Knight, and
has dedicated his soul to the Light, it will not be easy to turn
him."
My Master turns again to think, this time I know my fate is in
his hands. "You have done well, my Apprentice." I
carefully let out the breath I had been holding. "You will
still be punished for your failure, but you will also be rewarded
for your small success." This is high praise from my Master.
I fully expected the punishment, no failure I have ever made has
been without consequence. He turns to me and pulls up on my
shoulders, silently granting me permission to kneel upright in
his presence.
"I think, my Apprentice, that we need a contingency plan.
Something to fall back on just in case Kenobi doesn't work. Oh, I
believe you can break him, but doing that while leaving him
functional enough to carry out our task will be very
trying." I nod, silently agreeing with my Master's planing.
"While you are working on Kenobi I want you to also form an
alternate plan, based on a direct assault on the Jedi
temple." Again I nod.
"I will deal with your punishment later. Now go tend to your
prisoner, I shall be down to check on your progress later. You
are dismissed."
I rise and bow, then leave the room. That went better than I
feared, I think as I walk toward my rooms. I reach them shortly
and walk over to the bed.
My Obi-Wan has curled up slightly in his sleep, most likely in an
unconscious effort to preserve body heat. I sit down beside him,
pondering how to awaken him. Pain or pleasure? Both will be
needed if my Master is to get what he wants.
I remove his boot that I so recently put on him myself and tie
his ankles together tightly. I pull his arms in front of him and
bind his wrists in the same manner. Then I run another piece of
rope around his wrists and waist, further restricting movement
For a moment I consider getting a Force-collar, but then reject
the idea. I am more than strong enough to handle him. I do,
however slide a piece of black cloth over his eyes, firmly
knotting it behind his head.
Moving him to one side of the bed I lie down beside him, pulling
his back to my chest. With a few nudges of the Force I slowly
bring him out of his induced sleep.
I wake up slowly, then freeze as memories come rushing back to
me. Anakin. Where is he? I move to get up only to find myself
bound hand and foot and blindfolded. I do not struggle, but
rather test the ropes holding me, seeing if there is any way to
escape. At the same time I reach out cautiously with the Force,
gratified to discover I can still touch it. But when I focus it
on releasing me, nothing happens. Reaching outward I discover I
am not the only person in the room. Anakin is here, holding me.
How did I miss that? I wonder. Moving slightly I feel him against
my back, his arms around my waist. "Anakin?" I query.
"Yes, Master?" His voice holds a mocking tone that does
not bode well for my immediate future.
"Where are we?" I ask calmly. A simple question, one I
don't actually expect an answer to. But the more I talk to him,
the more I have a chance of reasoning with him. Part of my mind
doubts that this is possible, but smother it quickly. If I am to
get out of where ever I am, I must focus on what I can do, not
what I can not do.
"Someplace." His tone is lazy, as are the fingers that
begin to move up and down my arm. He seems very sure of himself.
Perhaps he will grow overconfident....
"No." His voice whispers in my ear.
"No what?" I reply.
"No, I will not become over confident."
No! I begin to struggle unconsciously, my mind screaming to get
this intruder out of my thoughts. I can feel his amusement as he
holds me easily. Just as I am approaching a state far too near to
panic than I care to admit, I feel him retreat.
Letting go of the tension in my mind and body, I collapse back
into his arms, breathing heavily. I take a quick look at the rest
of my mind, checking to see if he is anywhere else. Nowhere
except in our bond, which is now in it's normal, dormant state.
Feeling his fingers make their way down my thigh, I risk asking
another question. "Why did you bring me here?"
He hand stops, he seems to be considering. "So that you can
help us."
"Help you do what?"
"Destroy the Jedi."
"No." I will never, ever assist him in that.
"Ah, but you will, my little Jedi."
Thinking back I wonder something. Do I want to know the answer? I
swallow and ask, "And who is 'we'?"
He laughs before answering. "The Sith."
"Of course." Well, there are two possibilities here. He
could be in league with the Sith, that would certainly explain a
few things. Or he is lying, and probably not entirely rational.
Either way, my heart lifts. I manage to keep a smile off my face,
but deep down, I am relieved. I shouldn't be, and I feel guilty
about that, but over all I simply feel free for the first time in
a long time.
The irony of my situation does not escape me Tied up at the mercy
of possible Sith Lords, I feel freer than I did back at the
temple. Never let it be said that I live a dull life.
"So," I inquire in a casual tone, "What happens
next?"
tbc....