Title: Good Intentions

Author: Darth Corsa

Genre: Drama

Summary: AU, ROTS, non-slash. Obi-Wan and Anakin on Mustafar. Warning: Death of a character! One-shot.

Disclaimer: Call me Lady Corsarius, but I own nothing.

Obi-Wan, with the help of the Force, jumped on the beam, dangerously hanging over the lava. Anakin effortlessly did the same. Kenobi began carefully stepping back on the other bank. Jedi you are or not, it was quite uncomfortable to fight above the lava on the narrow beam.

"For me the Jedi are traitors!" Anakin cried, his yellow eyes flashing.

Obi-Wan shook his head. If he honestly believed in this mantra, then... everything was lost. When he was flying to Mustafar in Padme's shuttle, he believed that Skywalker would come to his senses. Together they could defeat Darth Sidious. Now, even a faint hope disappeared.

Jedi was standing on the other side, waiting for his opponent with activated lightsaber, ready to strike back. Anakin was nearer and nearer, Obi-Wan for the first time in his life felt fear – not for his life. He was not sure he could kill his former Apprentice.

Blind with hatred, Anakin stepped forward and suddenly his right leg slipped from the beam. He lost his balance and was taken aback, his lightsaber falling into the lava. In the last moment, he managed to grab the beam.

Obi-Wan immediately deactivated his own lightsaber, clipped it to his belt and rushed to help Anakin. Gathering the Force around him, Obi-Wan pulled a newly-made Sith on the surface. He didn't seem as sinister as before, just confused. He was not injured, only some burns from the lava and Obi-Wan's lightsaber.

"Why?" He raised his head and looked at heavily breathing Kenobi. He thought that there was a sparkle of blue in the yellow Sith's eyes. It was his imagination.

Obi-Wan turned his back on the former Apprentice and looked somewhere with sudden hatred. Damn to Qui-Gon and his foolish prophecy! However, he had already been dead for almost fifteen years. "Don't think, feel," Obi-Wan heard his whisper in his head. What would Jinn do, if he was him? His senses cried that it was not only dangerous to leave Anakin alive (even if he regretted his actions), but foolish. What a Jedi he was, if he could kill his former Padawan in a cold blood? Maybe, there still was a chance, a hope…

"I do not kill unarmed enemies," Obi-Wan said silently, not turning round.

"Oh, Master! Are you afraid of blood on your hands?" Anakin wondered mockingly, not shifting too. "Of course, you're still considering me as another pathetic life form! You always had been a Jedi! How can you betray the high ideals of the fallen Republic?"

Obi-Wan clenched his teeth.

"Why did you believe him? You choked her with your own hands! Why?!" He cried.

"It was the only chance! What could the Jedi do? Nothing, 'everything is the will of the Force!'" Anakin imitated Yoda's voice. "Come on, Master, isn't it a will of the Force to kill me now? You see, my lightsaber is in the lava now. If it were you, I would not save your life!"

"Then you're lost! I don't kill unarmed enemies!" Obi-Wan stubbornly repeated.

Anakin grinned, stood up in one swift movement, gathered the Force around him – a lightsaber from Kenobi's belt was in his hands, activated.

"Well?" Anakin asked the same way as before. "And I kill!"

He rushed to Obi-Wan and struck him with his own blue-blade lightsaber. Nevertheless, he didn't notice pain, anger, fear or regret in the Jedi's eyes. Just pity for him. Anakin kicked a lifeless body in the lava and turned around. His way was a right one! Obi-Wan could never understand!

Then, he went to the left shuttle, where Padme was still lying on the ground. He gently lifted her and carried her on the board.