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WHO: Anakin the No-Good Very Bad Padawan (OPEN) (TAGGING OBI-WAN, KYLE KATARN, PADME, TYCHO, FERUS, WHATEVER)
WHERE: The hallways
WHAT: free like a biiiiiiiirrrrrrddd

They'd provided Anakin with crutches, sure, but those were only for ~emergencies~ and Anakin thought sitting around all the time was laaaaaaaaaaaame. So he'd jacked a wheelchair from

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He'd vowed to keep away from his former apprentice.

But Anakin could hurt himself even further.

"Anakin!" he yelled. "Come here this instant!"

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Anakin's eyes lit up like a Jedi's lightsaber when confronted with a Sith.

"MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASTERRRRRR!!!" he screeched, wheeling as fast as he could towards Obi-Wan.

He skidded to a halt, only slightly ramming into Obi. :|

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Obi-Wan let out an "oof" as Anakin crashed into him.

He never remembered his eyes being this bright.

"Anakin," he said firmly, picking himself up off the ground, "You shouldn't be exerting yourself."

He sighed.

"Are you feeling any better?"

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"I am noooowwww," Anakin said, hobbling out the wheelchair and grabbing Obi-Wan around the neck before he toppled over.

He buried his face in his Master's tunic and inhaled deeply.

"You still smell the same," he breathed, ecstatically.

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Obi-Wan huffed impatiently as Anakin held onto him.

Don't touch me, he wanted to scream. You shouldn't even be alive. I love you. Just go.

"I smell like this base's generic soap and water," Obi-Wan frowned. "It's nothing special, Anakin. Get back into your chair."

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Anakin looked up, instinctively clutching Obi-Wan tighter as his lower lip trembled.

"Master?" he asked. "Are you..." he meant to ask if Obi-Wan was mad at him, but he knew that.

"Your hair's different. Are you from the future?" he blurted.

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Well -- there was no harm in telling him, was there?

"Yes," he nodded. "10 years from where you are now."

It seemed like the blink of an eye.

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"Wooooooowww!" Anakin said, somewhat relieved. He couldn't be that bad in only ten years...he'd only be twenty-six...

"I missed you a lot-- but I'm training really, really hard with Master Kyle! I think you'd like him, he's practical-- even if he uh, may not see the Code the same way we do," he said, nervously.

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Obi-Wan put a firm hand on Anakin's shoulder.

"Master Katarn is a fine Jedi," he said, almost smiling. "It's good for you to be taught from another perspective."

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Anakin's face split into a wide grin.

"So are you going to move in next door?" he asked, bouncing. "You could probably share our kitchenette, I don't think Kyle would mind, we could watch holos and fight and spar and fight..." he rambled on, imagining the possibilities.

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I could never spar with you ever again. Obi-Wan's face paled and he fought the bile rising in his throat.

"We'll see," he said softly. "We'll see."

-- no. That was not was second chances were about.

"... although, yes, you should come over to my quarters for a holo sometime this week."

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Anakin noticed Obi-Wan's sudden change in demeanor, and it scared him badly. Nothing was supposed to shake Obi-Wan, he hadn't reacted this way to anything since Qui-Gon died...

"Master?" he asked, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. "I'd like that a lot. I really would."