Title: Somos lo que somos, basta de historia y de cuentos
Author: Monchy
Pairing: Obi/Ani
Rating: PG going to R
Category: drama, romance, some humor
Disclaimer: not mine
Summary: After Qui-gon's death, Obi-wan got Anakin a place inside the order, but he didn't train him. Years later, they meet again on a mission.
A/N: I´ve had this idea for a while, but I didn't know in which tone to do this, so I'm going with drama, but maybe some humor on it, altough is pretty much romance. Every chapter is named after a song, so I'll put the lyrics at the end of each chapter. The title is in spanish, it's a quote by Gabriel Celaya, and it means "we are what we are, enough with the hystory and stories".

Somos lo que somos, basta de historia y de cuentos

Chapter I: Minority

"Todos somos rehenes de nuestros prejuicios" Gabriel García Márquez ("We are all hostages of our prejudices")

Obi-wan Kenobi.

He had heard a lot about him and in very different ways and, still, none of them had seemed to concur with what had been his first impression. Anakin Skywalker had met Obi-wan as Qui-gon Jinn's padawan and his conversations with him had been reduced basically to none. The only thing Anakin had been able to assure at the age of nine was that Obi-wan hadn't trusted him. He was able to understand it, after all, his apparition had produced the instant launching of Obi-wan to the real world, since Qui-gon had found another apprentice.

He had thought of Obi-wan as uptight, boring, of little interest. Qui-gon gave the profile of what he had thought of a jedi back then, powerful and intimidating. Nevertheless, his young apprentice resembled more a bookworm than a warrior. Qui-gon had explained him that Obi-wan felt much more attachment to rules and hierarchy that he would ever felt, and he had said that it would take him far, possibly to a good seat on the Council. Anakin had thought then that he preferred the life of a warrior than that of a politician, and he still did. Still, Qui-gon had wanted him to find a guide in Obi-wan, and that was why his last wish had been for him to become his apprentice.

Obi-wan had interceded for him in the Council and had gotten him a place inside the order, but hadn't taken him as his padawan. Sometimes Anakin wondered if Qui-gon would have felt betrayed or if he would have understood his former padawan's feelings. Anakin understood them, but didn't accept them. Not being accepted under Obi-wan's wing had felt like a stab on his back even when he didn't like the jedi at all. He suspected that wasn't going to change.

The Council considered Obi-wan Kenobi as one of their best knights, loyal and humble, maybe a little difficult. Ever since Qui- gon's death he had been assigned different partners on different missions and none of them had seemed to last long enough. Scared or bored, they had all begged not to stay with the jedi in a permanent way. Still, the Council kept insisting, putting him with different characters, expecting that one of their best knights was capable on finding someone who formed a nice team with him. Every try had been useless.

Rumors didn't talked about Obi-wan as good as the Council did. The truth was Anakin had been able to avoid him since Naboo, so he had decided to investigate a little. It seemed Obi-wan had left broken hearts and fury behind him. The younger ones had ended up in his bed, being rejected later as simple affairs and the older ones had been defied by an irritating character and superiority. Certainly, none of those descriptions adjusted to the young padawan that had taken his hand back in Tatooine. Obi-wan had seemed more of the repressed virginal type than the can't keep it in his pants one and also one with calmed character, never arrogant.

Of course, time and suffering changes people. The thing was when Obiwan found himself in his new mission, Anakin would be the one standing next to him, and he was sure he was going to become his Achilles' heel. Anakin didn't think sex was a promise and he had a stronger character than anybody. He had seen Obi-wan Kenobi before and he knew what was behind of so much presumption. The jedi wouldn't be capable of playing with him, he wouldn't dare to. He wondered what thoughts would go through Obi-wan's mind when he knew who would be his new tryout companion.

"Ha!", Anakin thought, "Obi-wan Kenobi"


"What was the problem with Raschid, anyway? He is young but his head is where it's supposed to be, he could have learned from you", Mace Windu let an involuntary sigh escape while looking for something to drink in his quarter's kitchen. He should have bought something, but he hadn't expected Obi-wan's visit.

"I don't need a youngling to teach, I would prefer someone who knows all there is to know about life, Mace", he sited on the uncomfortable white couch taking his hands to his eyes and rubbing them softly. He was tired.

"Do you want to go out and drink something? I think there's nothing here", said Mace from the kitchen, his voice accompanied by glass sounds, "aha! Forget about that, I have some good wine. I should put some order here, I don't know what the hell was this doing behind empty bottles, I don't even know why I have empty bo–"

"Stop talking out of it, Mace, I just came to ask about the new one", Mace appeared in the room door with a bottle and a couple of glasses in his hands, watching the other man's exasperated gesture. He wasn't sure at which point Obi-wan had lost his so famous patience, although he suspected Qui-gon's death had given a full turn to what the jedi had been during his youth. And the kid, the kid had had a lot to do in it, "so?", Mace pointed an accusing finger to him and walked towards him. Obi-wan wasn't going to be happy with the news.

"I have a feeling you're not going to like this", Obi-wan rolled his eyes exasperated, "all I can say in my defense is that I tried to stop it, but Yoda insisted, and you know how difficult the old guy gets when–"

"Mace", Obi-wan took the glass of wine the other one offered and leaned on the couch. He wished Mace would stop the silly banter, all he wanted was to go to his quarters and sleep. He had had all kinds of partners, who could be that bad?

"Anakin Skywalker", Obi-wan tightened his grip on his glass unconsciously. Anakin Skywalker.

"If this is a joke it is pretty tasteless, Mace", his voice sounded tired, robotic and a bit worried. Anakin Skywalker. He had expected not to see him again.

"I tried to talk the Council out of the idea, but after all the partners you've had Yoda thought it would be recommendable. Sometimes I think the old guy is loosing his neurons, but he started talking about the Force and the destiny and leading to the Dark Side and you know what it's like… he is still the boss after all, Obi- wan", Mace paused to shrugg a little, "I understand him tough, because if they are young you take them to bed and if they are old you defy them… the Council is desperate trying to find you someone, anyone"

"What is the damned problem?", Anakin Skywalker, "I work perfectly fine alone", he hadn't trusted the kid for a second and he had still gotten him inside the order. What did they want now? That he took him to the good path? The boy had a pretty questionable reputation, besides the personal aspects of the situation.

"Yoda insists that your negative to work in a team leads to the Dark Side", he shrugged again, this time putting his hand casually on Obi-wan's knee. After all, he knew exactly how to calm his friend, and he couldn't complain about his bed abilities.

"Mace, please", whispered Obi-wan while getting up and with a glare a mother would have given to her naughty son, "what do you think about him?", maybe the Chosen One's reputation wasn't all that true.

"Personally, I don't trust him", Mace took his gaze to his glass, sounding a bit hurt by the rejection. Obi-wan had always been agreeable to a little rendezvous with him, "he is arrogant and annoying, he likes to defy authority and has little to no respect for the Code… But he is a good warrior", he conceded finally, "he is a great pilot and his fighting abilities are amazing, but he is dangerous… but you know, he is the Chosen One", he raised his arms and moved his hands. Mace had never believed in prophecies and much less in Anakin being the one to accomplish them.

"The Chosen One", Qui-gon's Chosen One. Anakin Skywalker, "it's going to be one hell of a mission", Mace nodded with a half smile and, leaving his glass on a nearby table, got closer to Obi-wan.

"You'll handle it, Obi-wan", the words were whispered in his ear while a pair of familiar hands found some skin to touch, "now, would you relax?"

"Ha!", thought Obi-wan while he let go between Mace's hands, "Anakin Skywalker."

End chapter I

Minority – Green Day

I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority

I pledge allegiance to the underworld
One nation under dog
There of which I stand alone
A face in the crowd
Unsung, against the mold
Without a doubt
Singled out
The only way I know

I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority

Stepped out of the line
Like a sheep runs from the herd
Marching out of time
To my own beat now
The only way I know

One light, one mind
Flashing in the dark
Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts
"For crying out loud" she screamed unto me
A free for all
F*** 'em all
You are your own sight

I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority

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