by PaBurke

Distribution: The Nook

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended, no money made, no characters created.

Spoilers: early seasons of Smallville, before Episode II of Star Wars

Summary: It's all in how you define the terms.

Word Count: 200

"Master Kenobi?" Anakin asked, ten seconds after Obi Wan had expected it. Obi Wan was pleased and regretful simultaneously; Anakin's patience was improving, even if it was only by seconds.

"Yes, Anakin?"

"Who is it?" They were staring at an occupied stasis pod deep in an abandoned temple on a Rim World.

"You know as well as I that such information was lost."

"Why was Count Dooku trying to steal it?"

Obi Wan waited. Anakin had to come up with the answers himself. "Perhaps a disease that the man was hoping the future could cure?" the padawan finally guessed.

"No. The controls indicate perfect health. Search within the Force."

Anakin attempted. He really did, his heavy-handed, clumsy Force-search sent ripples in all directions. He knew that he wasn't being subtle enough and spoke. "Than why?"

Obi Wan offered a clue. "He was lonely."

"Perfect health," Ani mumbled. "Couldn't die?" he guessed.

Obi Wan nodded once. "He was tired of those around him dying."

Ani could and did sympathize. "Are we going to wake him up?"

"Not yet."

Ani picked up a stray thought from the man. "His name is Clark-El."

"Very good, Anakin. For now, we will let Clark-El sleep."