Title: Con Dolore Timeframe: End of Secrets of the Jedi, AKA Clone Wars Characters: Obi-Wan, Anakin, Padme (I'm too lazy to go find an accent every time I type her name), Siri, the rest of the usual folks. Possibly Xanatos. I haven't decided about him yet. Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, romance if you squint. Summary: What if Obi-Wan had his revenge on Magus at the end of Secrets of the Jedi? How will it affect Anakin's battle with his inner demons? Note: This'll make more sense if you've read Jude Watson's Secrets of the Jedi. Wonderful book. If you haven't read it yet, go do so immediately. *insert wavy force-summoning hand motions here* Also, 'Con Dolore' is a musical term meaning basically 'with pain.' Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to my close pals (hmf. I wish..) Jude Watson and George Lucas. Another Note:So I originally posted this like three years ago, but was extremely dishappy with where it was going. This time around, I actually planned a plot line (sort of), but I'm not sure how well I'll follow it. If you read the original, the first few chapters are basically the same. ------------------------------------------ Prologue Obi-Wan dropped through the hole that Siri had created in the top of Magus’ ship. He landed on his knees next to her lifeless form. Was it now, or was it twenty years ago? Siri lay on the floor of the cockpit of a crashed ship. Her blond head was pillowed in her arms. “Oh force,” Obi-Wan whispered. “Siri?” “Blasterfire.” She groaned as she turned slightly so she could look up at him. “Magus.” “Padme has him covered. We’re safe for the moment.” “Everything is so gray.” “That was such a risky move.” “It worked, didn’t it?” Obi-Wan’s relief at her sharp tone was erased when she winced, and he saw she was in great pain. “I’ll get the bacta…” “Don’t leave me.” Siri’s hand dropped onto his. “I wanted to say-” “Siri, I must get the med kit-” “For star’s sake, Obi-Wan, I’m dying. Do you have to interrupt me now?” Tears sprang to his eyes. “You’re not dying.” “I can’t… Get it for me.” Get what? he almost asked, but then he knew. Obi-Wan slipped her warming crystal out of her belt and pressed it into her hand. “No… Yours.” She let it fall into his palm. “Now I will never leave you.” “You will never leave me,” he repeated. A smile graced her lips. She touched his cheek and then her hand fell. “Don’t worry so much.” Then Siri Tachi closed her eyes for the last time and was gone. “No. Siri. Siri!” Obi-Wan’s throat was raw with grief and a hot, aching pain flowed from it down into his heart, a nail digging into the hole already created by the deaths of his comrades lost in the war. He gathered Siri's body to his chest as if to gather her spirit back into it. “No,” he whispered over and over again. “No.” He gently kissed Siri’s lips for the last time and stood up, laying her softly on the floor. Rage filled Obi-Wan and he swayed with the force of it. He clenched his fists. Anger. Revenge. He wanted it. And he would take it. Con fuoco. With fire. For Siri. * * * * * * * *Above, in the air, Anakin had been out of his mind with frenzy to find Padme. He had attacked the enemy ships again and again, determined to slip through. When he saw that a ship had crashed, his heart became a rock, and it slid up his throat. If Padme was dead… NO! She can’t be dead! I would have felt it. And then as he swooped down he saw her, a blaster rifle in her hands and her face upturned to him. His heart returned to its normal place and his airways cleared. Seconds later he held her to him. “I’m afraid for Siri,” she whispered. They both looked toward the ruined ship on the trench floor to see Obi-Wan climbing out of a smoking hole in the top. Something in his face, his walk, was different. “She has joined the force.” He spoke the words to them but he was looking down at Magus. The bounty hunter was beginning to stir. Taly gripped his blaster tighter. Anakin saw the strain and anguish on his face. He wants to shoot. For the first time since he had known Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin was afraid for his master. He saw the way he looked at Magus. His eyes were dead, as if there was no living being at his feet, just an empty skin. Obi-Wan activated his lightsaber. Padme looked at Anakin, her eyes wide. Say something, her face pleaded. Stop him. But Anakin recognized that there was something here that he could not stop. Taly’s breath had caught. Obi-Wan’s didn’t sound so good either. * * * * * * * *Obi-Wan felt his breath rasping in his throat. With each step forward, each beat of his heart, he heard Magus. Magus. Magus. Rage pounded in his ears. Dimly, he felt Anakin’s worry and Padme’s fear, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was Magus. Magus. Magus. Magus. Magus, and the beast he had unleashed. Obi-Wan crouched down next to the bounty hunter and held the glowing blue blade to his neck. He locked eyes with Magus and detected a flicker of fear. Good, he thought. “This is for Siri,” he whispered so that only the bounty hunter could hear him. Magus’ eyes went wide. He could sense what was coming. The beast in Obi-Wan’s chest roared with approval. This was the being that had killed Siri, almost killed him, and who had killed Taly’s parents and countless others. “The lightsaber moved downward, slicing through the tender sinew of Magus’ neck. The separated head moved a few inches down the track, coming to a rest at Taly’s feet, who jumped and stared at it in shock. The Force froze, lips parted in a silent howl of cold, unending misery.