"Reflections of the Past"
Author: patientalien
Title: Reflections of the Past
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: clandestine
Word Count: 351
Characters: Anakin, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka (mentioned)
Rating: PG
Summary: Anakin prepares to go undercover.
Author's Notes: Based on "Slaves of the Republic" (comic series as well as the upcoming Clone Wars episode arc - some spoilers)
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Obi-Wan could tell Anakin was struggling with their assignment, and couldn't help but wonder why the Council had assigned them, taking into account the nature of the mission and Anakin's past. He had a feeling it was a test; just as Ahsoka was a test of Anakin's troublesome tendency towards attachment, so too would this mission be a test of the young man's relationship with his past.
Anakin was fiddling with his starfighter, deep in concentration of the sort Obi-Wan recognized as an attempt to ignore his emotions. Still, Obi-Wan could feel Anakin's anger, his frustration and fear, through the Force as though they were his own.
He didn't want them to have to go on this mission. Didn't want to have to re-canvass those memories, have to fight against Anakin's innate response. While he didn't want to think Anakin would endanger the mission, his role it in was inherantly distasteful to him, Ahsoka's own role even more repulsive. "Anakin."
"I don't want to talk about it," Anakin snapped, not taking his attention from his task. "I won't screw this up, but I don't have to like it."
"No, you don't," Obi-Wan allowed. "But Anakin, it is vital that you do not allow your personal feelings to compromise your cover." He was sure Anakin would not purposely do anything to derail the mission, but he knew his former apprentice had a way of unconsciously letting his control slip.
Anakin snorted. "I'm not going to screw it up," he repeated. His hand slipped, the tool skipping over the paint of the fighter, chipping it. Anakin cursed, rubbed his finger over the blemish. He bowed his head, sighing.
"Do you need..."
"No."
Obi-Wan sighed, knowing there was nothing he could say to make this any better. "I'm sorry." It wasn't enough. Just saying he was sorry didn't make up for the fact Anakin was about to pretend to be a slaver, that Ahsoka was about to pretend to be property of the sort Anakin had been for almost half of his life.
"Me too," Anakin grunted, and ignored him until Obi-Wan walked away.
Title: Reflections of the Past
Challenge: SWMININANO2
Prompt: clandestine
Word Count: 351
Characters: Anakin, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka (mentioned)
Rating: PG
Summary: Anakin prepares to go undercover.
Author's Notes: Based on "Slaves of the Republic" (comic series as well as the upcoming Clone Wars episode arc - some spoilers)
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Obi-Wan could tell Anakin was struggling with their assignment, and couldn't help but wonder why the Council had assigned them, taking into account the nature of the mission and Anakin's past. He had a feeling it was a test; just as Ahsoka was a test of Anakin's troublesome tendency towards attachment, so too would this mission be a test of the young man's relationship with his past.
Anakin was fiddling with his starfighter, deep in concentration of the sort Obi-Wan recognized as an attempt to ignore his emotions. Still, Obi-Wan could feel Anakin's anger, his frustration and fear, through the Force as though they were his own.
He didn't want them to have to go on this mission. Didn't want to have to re-canvass those memories, have to fight against Anakin's innate response. While he didn't want to think Anakin would endanger the mission, his role it in was inherantly distasteful to him, Ahsoka's own role even more repulsive. "Anakin."
"I don't want to talk about it," Anakin snapped, not taking his attention from his task. "I won't screw this up, but I don't have to like it."
"No, you don't," Obi-Wan allowed. "But Anakin, it is vital that you do not allow your personal feelings to compromise your cover." He was sure Anakin would not purposely do anything to derail the mission, but he knew his former apprentice had a way of unconsciously letting his control slip.
Anakin snorted. "I'm not going to screw it up," he repeated. His hand slipped, the tool skipping over the paint of the fighter, chipping it. Anakin cursed, rubbed his finger over the blemish. He bowed his head, sighing.
"Do you need..."
"No."
Obi-Wan sighed, knowing there was nothing he could say to make this any better. "I'm sorry." It wasn't enough. Just saying he was sorry didn't make up for the fact Anakin was about to pretend to be a slaver, that Ahsoka was about to pretend to be property of the sort Anakin had been for almost half of his life.
"Me too," Anakin grunted, and ignored him until Obi-Wan walked away.