Don't Try to Fix Me
Author's Note:
Warning, this may be tl;dr. I recently watched the original trilogy of these movies, and this alternate universe of the Star Wars prequels popped into my head. I've been trying to figure out where I want to start it, and well here you go. This is not the REAL story, but rather a prequel/prologue to the story of the Clone Wars. Imagine these short stories as my "Episode I" and the actual fanfiction my "Episodes II and III".
Three years ago.
Another shield kept Obi-wan from the Sith and his Master. He hadn't ran fast enough, he couldn't reach Qui-gon. He couldn't run fast enough to his Master's side when the Sith had rammed one end of his double bladed light-saber into Qui-gon's stomach. The cry of 'No!' could do nothing for his Master, but neither could giving into his grief.
The shield disappeared and Obi-wan ignited his light-saber, trying not to look at the collapsed Qui-gon. He needed to focus. This… Sith wouldn't get away with murder. Not if he had anything to say about it.
They battled, but Obi-wan couldn't focus. His eyes kept going to Qui-gon. He stomach kept sinking, and he kept feeling sick to his stomach. He needed to be angry, but the overwhelming feeling of guilt and sorrow was all he could feel. It distracted him, let the Sith get the advantage.
He almost defeated Obi-wan. He got the advantage multiple times, and Obi-wan nearly saw his end. Hanging from the edge of some bottomless pit that he didn't want to discover the end of. No light-saber. Very little hope.
Obi-wan managed to find the eyes of the Zabrak. Yellow, near orange, eyes met Obi-wan's, as he watched Obi-wan's hands slipping. "I was hoping that you were prove more satisfying than your Master, I guess not." He smirked, but turned on his heel, and walked back out of the generator complex, and back through the shields that had kept Obi-wan from saving his Master.
He escaped. Obi-wan pulled himself up to the floor, rushing to Qui-gon's side. He held his Master's head in his lap, fighting back tears as he listened to his last words.
"Obi-wan you haven't disappointed me, I trained you well."
But he had let Qui-gon's murderer get away. He felt like he had betrayed his Master. Even if Qui-gon had said otherwise, the overwhelming feeling of guilt kept him from attending Qui-gon's funeral that night on Naboo.