Characters: Obi-Wan, Vader, Dooku
Summary: A glimpse
Notes: This was a long, long ago fic request from albumsontheside to write Vaderkin and whenever I think of Vaderkins, I think of RotS!Pre-Suit!Vader or Mirror!Vader.
It was unnatural that someone so tiny, so seemingly harmless could be so deadly. But if the corpses of his brethren hadn’t convinced Obi-Wan, the fire pouring out of the boy’s hands did.
Obi-Wan’s lightsabre was already out and forward, ready to deflect the flames and protect the Grandmaster.
The Grandmaster casually, carelessly stretched out his hands, as carelessly as if he was listening to music, moving his limbs to the beat, and with one hand, he absorbed the flames, with the other, he directed them through the open window.
The flames ceased abruptly. The young Jedi and the even younger Sith Lord stared at the Grandmaster with expressions of shock that should have alarmed Obi-Wan, so identical were they.
“How…?” Obi-Wan began, the rest of the question a question of itself.
The Grandmaster’s grey eyes winked at him. “I think you can leave us, young Obi-Wan. Lord Vader will be perfectly safe in my company.”
The blue-eyed demon sputtered with rage, but even Obi-Wan could see tension in his face.
Obi-Wan’s fist tightened around the hilt of his weapon. “I don’t think…”
“You can stay outside, if you like,” the Grandmaster said gently. “I promise I’ll call for help if I need to.”
Swallowing hard, and with one last distrustful look at the Sith, he made to walk away.
“Wow, he’s better than a droid, isn’t he?” Vader piped, his voice shriller than usual. “I can’t even get Threepio to obey me so promptly.”
Obi-Wan tensed at the door way.
The Grandmaster laughed. “What is the matter, Lord Vader? Is the Empire’s Heir afraid to be alone with a harmless old man?”
Vader snarls. “I’m not afraid of anything.”
The laughter in the Grandmaster’s face shifted into a sad little smile. “I believe you.” He opened up his hands again to reveal petals of fire. Unlike Vader’s, they didn’t crackle and spit, but were more controlled, coalescing into a small tight ball that spun on his palm. Idly, he spread open his fingers and tossed it gently from one palm to another.
The last thing that Obi-Wan saw before the Grandmaster’s stern glance sent him out of the room was the look on Vader’s face: the snarl had melted away completely to be replaced by a look of avid curiosity.
It was unnatural that someone so powerful, so unflinchingly evil could be so young.