Title: Someone Saved My Life Tonight
Author: Sabey
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: *sarcastically* Ya, I own them and I'm making millions off them. NOT!
Summary: Obi-Wan saves Anakin after he almost drowns and helps him get better. Anakin is 20
Notes: *?*= italics which mean dreams, thoughts, etc. //?//= telepathic dialogue.
Warnings: ANGST! Slash!!!


Obi-Wan kicked his feet as hard as he could. He had to get to him. Anakin had been captured by some smugglers and they'd attached a ball and chain to his ankle before throwing him over a huge cliff. They held Obi-Wan back while they did it and laughed when tears ran down his face. He'd killed them all for hurting his love and jumped over the cliff. Then he saw something big and dark and recognized it as a human. When he got closer he used the Force to help his vision and saw that it was Anakin. Using the Force again, Obi-Wan broke the chain connected to Anakin's ankle and grabbed him, swimming to the surface and praying that Anakin would be all right. He gasped as he broke the surface and swam to a beach he saw.

Dragging Anakin onto the sand, Obi-Wan spit his breather out and dropped to his knees beside the unconscious man. He put a finger on Anakin's neck and found no pulse, so he put his hands on Anakin's chest and pressed five times. Then he pressed his lips to Anakin's, pinched his nose, and forced air into the man's lungs. He repeated the process many times, but had no luck and waking Anakin.

"No, Anakin! Don't do this! Don't you leave me! Wake up! Don't do this to me!!!" He refused to give up, though. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't rouse him. Finally, he sat back, turned away, pulled his knees to his chest, and sobbed. His love was gone. No more hugs or kisses, no more laughing, no more talking, nothing. He was so caught up in his grief that he didn't hear the soft choking behind him. Then he noticed it and spun around, seeing Anakin coughing up water and choking. Quickly, Obi-Wan helped him up and patted him on the back, helping him get the water out of his system.

Anakin finished coughing and almost keeled over onto the sand, but Obi-Wan caught him in his arms and Anakin saw concern, love, and relief in those beautiful blue-green-gray orbs. He reached up and grasped a wet hand to bring to his face. Anakin nuzzled his cheek into the hand and kissed the palm. Then tears spilled down Obi-Wan's cheeks and the older man started sobbing as he brought Anakin close to his chest, wrapping his arms around him and clutching him tightly.

"Oh, Ani, Ani, Ani, Ani," Obi-Wan whispered continuously and stroked the younger man's hair desperately, "I'm so glad you're okay. Don't you ever do that again. I was so afraid I'd lost you."

"I'm sorry, Obi-Wan. I love you, Darling," Anakin choked out.

"I love you, too, Sweetheart. Let's go home," Obi-Wan replied and carried him to the ship.


For the thousandth time, Anakin sneezed and blew his nose. He lay under the covers on his and Obi-Wan's bed with a cup of tea, a tissue box, and a thermal blanket. It had been three days since he had almost been drowned and he was sicker than a dog. Speaking of which, his Dalmatian, Dipstick, came bounding in the room and jumped on the bed, jostling Anakin and licking his face.

"Dibstick, go away," he said weakly and tried to push him off, but to no avail. Then Obi-Wan came in.

"Dipstick, get down from there! Now!" Obi-Wan snapped and the large dog jumped down, running to him instead and jumping up enough to put his paws on the man's chest. Dipstick licked Obi-Wan's face despite his protests and barked happily.

"Okay, okay, it's good to see you, too. Now, down," the man sputtered and ran the dog out. He shut the door before sitting down next to Anakin and putting an arm around his shoulders.

"Hey. How're you feeling?" he asked.

"Awful," Anakin answered and sniffled. Obi-Wan kissed his cheek and smiled, pulling him into an embrace.

"Aww, poor thing. Don't worry. You'll get better soon, Baby. I'll take care of you," Obi-Wan cooed and Anakin nodded. He snuggled up to the man and buried his face in his chest with a moan. Obi-Wan stroked his hair and chuckled.

"It's okay, Sweetie. It's okay."

"Do, it's dot."

"How come?"

"Do todsil hockey." Anakin blushed and smiled while Obi-Wan laughed after being able to translate it into "No tonsil hockey".

"Anakin Skywalker Kenobi!"

"It's true!"

"I thought it was tongue wars."

"I chadged it. And I bade up a dew word: codfuzzled."


"Codfuzzled. It beads `extrebely codfused'." Obi-Wan chuckled and gave him a noogie.

"Confuzzled. All right, I'll take it. Are you hungry?"


"I'll get you some soup." Then Obi-Wan leaned over to kiss him, but Anakin turned his face away.

"You'll get sick." Obi-Wan scoffed and grabbed his face.

"Never stopped me before." The man kissed him gently and left the room, getting the soup for Anakin and some decongestants. He came back about fifteen minutes later with the soup and pills on a tray and laid it over Anakin's lap.

"Eat up. And you're taking these pills no matter what," he said and pushed them into Anakin's hand. He watched as the young man swallowed them with some soup and brushed his hair back.

"Will you be okay here by yourself for a while? I need to go out and get some more dog food for Dipstick and some medicine for you."

"Yeah. I'll be fine."

"I'll hurry back." Obi-Wan bent down to kiss Anakin's lips and left their quarters.

Anakin sniffled and called the dog in the room. Dipstick jumped on the bed, laid down at Anakin's feet, and stared at him with the biggest, blackest eyes you've ever seen. Anakin scratched Dipstick's ears before gulping down the hot soup. After a few minutes, the warmth spread through his body and lethargy took over his mind. His eyes drifted shut and darkness overcame him.


Obi-Wan felt distress from inside his and Anakin's quarters and hurried in. He dropped the bags, ran in the bedroom, and saw Anakin tossing and turning and crying out on the bed. The man sat down on the edge, grabbed Anakin, and held him to his chest in a tight embrace.

"Anakin, wake up! Wake up, Baby! Open your eyes, Sweetheart. It's just a dream. That's all," Obi-Wan whispered fiercely in Anakin's ear and sighed in relief when he gasped and opened his eyes. The older man pulled back and noticed that Anakin's face was pale and he was sweating.

"Anakin?" Suddenly, Anakin jumped up and ran to the `fresher, dropping in front of the toilet and emptying his stomach. He sobbed at his lack of oxygen as this happened and felt a large hand on the back of his head. That dream was awful! So. . .terrifying and. . .sickening! Anakin coughed and choked and sobbed until everything was over and fell back against Obi-Wan, who caught him in his arms before he hit the ground. He felt himself being carried to the bed and sobbed into Obi-Wan's chest when they were under the covers.

"Shh, hush. It's okay, Ani. It's okay-"

"I don't wanna be sick!"

"I know, Baby. We'll get you better again soon. I promise." Anakin nodded and coughed again before feeling the emotional exhaustion overcome him.

"Sleep, my heart. I'll take care of you. Rest," Obi-Wan whispered and Anakin shut his eyes.

"Thank you, Obi-Wan," he muttered before floating into unconsciousness.



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