*To Break a Soul*

By: Jedi Ve'keso

Rating: PG-13 (subject to change in later chapters)

Genre: Star Wars

Couple: Obi/Qui

Feedback: Uh-huh…please? It would be most appreciated

Disclaimer: Well…let's think. If I owned Star Wars (or Obi and Qui for that matter) what would it have become? ^.- Um…let's not go there. So as you can guess I don't own anything…but if you're really really rich you could buy me Qui-gon (or Obi-wan) for my birthday! Nope…I don't own them/it (yet * wink *) and I am not making any money off this fic, unless you want to pay me…

Author Note: Hello all, I'm back again and this time without an NC-17 fic * gasp * but hey, I hope you enjoy ! Please review!

Summary: When the one thing we love is ripped away, do we not fight?

/-/=thoughts not shared

//-//=bond speech

"-" = regular speech

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(Obi-wan's POV)

Darkness, all I can feel or see is utter and total blackness. I am alone as well, and for one so highly trained against it I feel more afraid than I have ever felt before. I've never been truly and completely alone before, there was always Qui-gon, always that powerful form in the back of my mind and the lack of him there fills my heart with a chilling coldness of panic and fear. My mind races to remember anything, everything that led me to be in this place of lonely darkness. Naboo…dark-side…flashes…sith…a battle. The thoughts dance about in my head and after a few, precious seconds they fall into place and I remember. Oh force I wish I hadn't. But there it was, fresh in my mind, the battle on Naboo, our need to protect the queen, the fight with the sith apprentice, the fall of my master and love under that red blade, and my attack of hatred on that being.

I had sliced the sith in half and I watched for a second as his body fell down the shaft, his cloak fluttering behind him, then I dashed to my master's side and fell on my knees drawing him into my arms. He was already turning cold as I begged along our bond for him to stay with me, as I pleaded for him to fight the force he had followed so blindly, with or without the council's permission, his whole life. His last spoken words had been of the boy, not that I had heard them; I listened only to his mental words of how he loved me.

With all my youthful defiance and love for the man in my arms I plunged into the living force, grasping at the fleeting tendrils of Qui's life- force. I put my all my soul into that struggle, battling the fatal wound and the pressing of the force with everything I could muster. I pressed down on his heart with the force, commanding it to pump blood; I pushed on his lungs forcing him to breathe and I fought to connect the tendons and arteries and flesh that had been severed as the edges of my vision began to blacken. I began to loose my focus, the blackness creeping closer on my mind, but my thoughts were only on the parts of his force-signature that were beginning to shine with life again. Suddenly the blackness closed in around me and the last sound that entered my welcoming ears was the cry from my master.

//PADAWAN! OBI! NOOOO!//

*** Hospital building on Naboo***

(Qui-gon's POV)

I should be the one naked in that bacta tank. It should be MY body floating listlessly in the strange yellow plasma and looking weaker than it ever was in life. My eyes should be the ones that lay on the ground regarding the world with blankness. It should be my abdomen that housed the sith's wound, it should be my pain and not my Obi's. Not my precious, precious Obi's. He had saved my life on that platform, throwing his own life to the wind as he sought to repair the wounds in my flesh and my mind, in turn only inflicting them on himself.

I sit here on the medical bed and watch him, my strange vigil over a man worthy to be so much more than my padawan, a man who could have easily done a better job training me. He seems so weak in that tank, with no control over what happens to him, he always hated to be manipulated in life and as the medics move his almost life-less body around I can only expect to see him rise and tell them that he can very well arrange himself. The thought brings a smile to my mind but the now strange expression does not make it to my face.

Yoda declared officially that Anakin would not be trained; no matter how much I protested, which I didn't. The boy was crest-fallen for a day, before receiving an invitation to the planet's finest flight school. I do swish I could have seen his face, lit with joy and full of life as my Obi's had once been. The green troll also declared that once Obi came around he would be knighted promptly. When he comes around my ass, my old master cannot hide his thoughts from me as well as he thinks he can, he meant IF Obi-wan comes around. And he has to come around, my life, my sunshine and everything that is me floats in that tank, and without him I am nothing.

//Oh my Obi…my blessed Padawan…come back to me! //

~TBC ( End Part 1)~

EN: Well, there is the first part of TBOS, yes kinda short and in a strange format, but hey, review please and I will have the next part (written in story form) out soon! Thanks so much for reading!

Chow!

JV