You are dying.

Your first thought, after the initial shock wore off, was This is going to kill Obi Wan.

Because your boy was always prone to attachment. Oh, you warned against it, but you never criticized or punished him for it. You are the same way, and no matter what the Code may say, you never could convince yourself that love in it's pure form could be dark.

You were fearful of his selfless and couragous heart. You saw what happened to it when your padawan was forced to leave Mandalore and it's beautiful Duchess behind. You saw, if a bit abstractly, what it did to him when Tahl had died. You were there to pick him up, to offer support, every time he hurt.

Now, you won't be.

You won't be able to do alot of things. You won't be able to spar with your Master again. You won't be able to knight Obi Wan and take his padawan braid. You won't be able to defy the Council again and watch as the Masters conceal their frustration behind blank looks.

And you won't be able to train the Chosen One.

You had promised to, in a Council Session you're beginning to think should have been handled differently. Much differently. It was never your intention to hurt Obi Wan. You...well, alright you love him. Might as well be honest with yourself, at least now.

And Anakin? Well, you simply wanted to do right by him. You wanted to keep the promises made to him and his sad and lovely mother. You still see so much potential in him, so much so that he reminds you of Obi Wan. The eager way Anakin helped you get off Tatooine without any thought to himself, just like Obi Wan was willing to give his life for yours all those years ago. The enthusiasm that Anakin has for helping others, while more vocal, is the same zeal that shines in Obi Wan's eyes.

Your son ever so gently picks you up and holds you against his chest, his expressive eyes filled with pain, love, and a fragile but wild hope.

"It's too late," you tell him.

But maybe it doesn't have to be this way. Jedi or not, Obi Wan has always needed somone. And if loosing a Master is anything like loosing an apprentice, then you're going to leave an awful hole. You can already tell that, just by looking at him.

So you use your final breath to give him a gift, someone to look after and learn from to ease the time of grief.

"Promise me you will train the boy."

"Yes, Master."

You reach up to stroke the smooth skin of your son's cheek, trying to put all your fillial affection into that one weak and simple gesture. You love him, but you cannot use your last remaining moments to tell him so. All you can do is give him the gift of a brother, give him the task of training the one who will be the greatest Jedi of his time. Maybe he'll learn how much you loved him in life by training an apprentice himself and switching points of view.

"He is the Chosen One, he will bring balance. Train him."

You have just enough strength left to see him nod, and then you are gone.

AN: I promise I will update my other stories. I'm just extremely busy right now. But I went to the old, saved-and-then-never-posted file on my laptop and posted this, just to prove that I am in fact, still alive. :P

And of course, please review! :D