Sitting up suddenly
in bed, Obi-Wan stared out into his empty bedroom with his heart in
his throat before he scrambled out of his bed and ordered the light
on as he threw on one of his silky nightrobes while scrambling out
the door to reach his holo transmitter.

“Call father!”
He snapped out, his heart still hammering as his ears reverberated
with the scream still echoing in the Force. Something had happened,
something had happened to Anakin because it was his scream
that was still echoing faintly in the Force, his pain.

As expected, Sheev
appeared moments later but to Obi-Wan’s surprise, the other was
still in his nightwear too and looked as puzzled as Obi-Wan. “You
heard that?” He asked without preamble.

Nodding, Obi-Wan
tightened the robe around him. “It was Anakin, I’m sure of that.”
He said, his heart finally calming down even as his anxiety came
knocking.

The Chancellor
frowned, the furrow of his brow shown even in the holo before he
shook his head. “I do not know what has happened to your husband
but something has clearly.” He said slowly, rubbing his chin.

“So this is not
one of your plans then?” Obi-Wan couldn’t help but ask.

Oh he knew very
well that his father didn’t tell him everything but if this was one
of the plans that had gone awry…

Sheev sent him an
annoyed glance and shook his head. “I have nothing planned that
could have caused this now Obi-Wan. If that boy Falls now he
will blow all my careful plans apart for him,” He grunted in
annoyance before sighing. “Apologies son, I have not slept well and
to be suddenly awakened in such a rude fashion…” He let it trail
off.

Bowing a bit,
Obi-Wan shook his head. “No father, I am sorry. I was too quick to
accuse.” He said quietly.

That gained him an
amused glance before Sheev rolled his shoulders and shook his head.
“We won’t know anything until Skywalker contacts you or the news
breaks, all we can do is wait Obi-Wan, if you can I suggest you try
to get some more sleep.” He said though it was clear he didn’t
expect it. “So will I at least. I will see you in the morning son.”
Sheev finished before hanging up.

Breathing out
heavily, Obi-Wan ran his hand over his braided hair, stopping at the
edge near his waist before making his way out of his holo-comm room
to his lounge instead, opening his liquor cabinet.

He choose a deep
amber bottle, snorting as he noted it was one of his bottles of
expensive Breath of Heaven that had been gifted to him and then sat
down on a couch to drink.

And so Obi-Wan
passed the night, slowly getting sloshed as he nervously waited for
Anakin to contact him in some manner with his eyes glued to the tv in
case the news offered insight first.

For hours nothing
happened, leaving Obi-Wan to become drunker by the moment as he
savored the alcohol burning its way to his stomach.

As the gray light
of dawn broke out and Obi-Wan was contemplating some food, his holo
finally chimed, leaving him to scramble to his feet and stumble to
it, lighting it up to find a worn out Anakin standing there with a
lost expression on his face.

It reminded Obi-Wan
about the time Shmi had died…

“Ani?” He
slurred out. “Wha’ happened?”

There was a hitched
breath and Anakin collapsed to his knees, staring at Obi-Wan with
wide eyes. “Qui-Gon is dead. Obi-Wan my master is DEAD!” He cried
out, a faint shockwave traveling through the Force from the emotions
of the chosen ones pain.

The two stared at
each other before Obi-Wan started to croon in sympathy, trying and
failing to provide comfort from afar while desperately wondering what
had happened for Obi-Wan knew that Sheev still had plans for
Jinn.

So what had
happened?