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There are things Vader would tear the galaxy apart for, he’d tear the galaxy apart for Padme, he’d tear the galaxy apart for the child he never got to meet and he’d tear it apart to get his body back to functioning.
There is one last thing he’s willing to tear the galaxy apart for, just one more thing he knows he’d tear the bloody galaxy apart and leave a swatch of blood and gore and shit everywhere he went.
Obi-Wan Kenobi’s face hovering above him full of concern as he holds the small head of Anakin Skywalker in his lap, the swing of a padawan braid still hanging from behind his ear and the sound of what Vader remembers as birds only native to Naboo.
He closes his eyes again, body sore as he feels a gentle brush against his temple by a thumb. “Anakin?” Comes the quiet whisper, worried in its sound.
“Mmm…” Vader got out quietly before meeping a bit when he was shifted and picked up by Obi-Wan, feeling the Jedi hurrying off with him to… somewhere.
He wondered where.
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So apparently he’d managed to go back in time and Vader wonders for a long moment how he managed it as he sits in Obi-Wan’s lap. His young body however hadn’t handled the fact that Vader’s spirit had entered the body very well and had gone into seizures during the process.
It had scared Obi-Wan because he wasn’t letting Anakin out of his sight and allowed him to crawl into his lap and all after the medic had checked the blond over.
That was where Obi-Wan had brought him after the seizure.
Qui-Gon was not yet cremated, Obi-Wan had yet to have his braid cut and the council had yet to arrive.
But he was Obi-Wan again.
Vader’s Obi-Wan now and he was never going to let the other one go now that he had him.
He tightened his arms around the other as much as he could and smiled into his chest when the redhead hesitantly stroked his back, the other still trying to figure out where in Vader’s life he fits.
Well not so much Vader’s as ‘Anakin’s’ but… he doesn’t have to know that.
Vader settles his head on Obi-Wan’s chest, listening to the sound of his heart through the others chest and feeling the others Force sensation.
His Obi-Wan.
No one else, he’d slaughter anyone who touched his Obi-Wan. Drive them insane, cut them up, shove them of a cliff with the Force if he could.
He’d have to be careful about that though, if he was caught, if he changed to much if he did too much then someone would figure it out and that was something he couldn’t have because they would take him away from Obi-Wan.
“…Do… Do you still miss your mother?” Obi-Wan questioned hesitantly before shaking his head and scoffing a bit. “Of course you miss her, that was a stupid question but… I could try to get a trip to Tatooine arranged.”
Making a soft noise at that, Vader lifted his head from the others chest to peer at him. “…I’d like to see her if I could.” He whispered.
Nodding warily, Obi-Wan put on his best smile despite the circumstances.