Another one that I wrote a while back, and forgot about until tonight when I rewatched V for Vendetta. I was rather dope-smacked with the reminder that this poor little story has been cooling its heels on my harddrive since May. (is a negelctful author). Like Solstice Night, it's a generational-style story (since those have been in my head lately). It's a complete story (yay!) and will be posted in 10 parts. Title is obviously from V for Vendetta.

(rating will increase to NC-17 for later chapters, but is mostly PG-13 to mild mild R. Future chapters will also be Anakin and Obi-Wan -centric...)

Enjoy!

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May 9, 2006

God is in the Rain

Prologue

A loud rumbling sound woke him abruptly. He sat bolt-upright in bed, his heart racing as he looked frantically around his darkened room. He couldn't see anything in the shadows, couldn't feel anything threatening through the Force, but there was an odd feeling in the atmosphere. It was strangely oppressive, charged with something that made his skin prickle.

Obi-Wan crept out of bed, calling his lightsabre into his hand immediately. The noise came again, louder this time. It was getting closer…. Was there an enemy in the Temple? Had someone managed to break into their apartments? Was Master Qui-Gon all right --?

"Peace, young one," the familiar voice broke into Obi-Wan's panicked thoughts. He spun towards the doorway, automatically settling into a defensive position. But he slowly relaxed as realization dawned upon him. It was his Master leaning casually against the door frame, face thrown into shadow by the light of the common room beyond.

"Master," Obi-Wan belatedly remembered to bow respectfully, feeling his ears burn with embarrassment. He had only officially been Qui-Gon's Padawan in the Temple for a week, and already he was off to a bad start. Jumping at imagined noises as though he was a child.

Another loud crack like blasterfire tore through the silence, followed by a deep roar. Obi-Wan yelped, spinning around to look for the source of the noise. Qui-Gon's hand settled comfortingly on his shoulder.

"It's just an electrical storm, Padawan. The rain will come soon, and then nature will settle down again."

Obi-Wan leaned against that reassuring touch, relaxing slightly. He had seen thunderstorms before, of course, but never on Coruscant. The Temple was so high up among the clouds that the storms were much more intense. He had been sure that invaders had breached the Temple, that they had been betrayed and destroyed from within. He could have sworn he saw enemies bursting through the hallways, had seen a plume of smoke rising from the Temple roof as though from a great distance.

It had only been a dream, nothing more than his overactive imagination playing tricks on him. He could see that now, wrapped in the comforting glow of his Master's aura.

Still, the unease hadn't completely left him, preventing him from being able to relax completely. Even as Qui-Gon gave him a gentle nudge, and Obi-Wan settled back onto his bed, he knew that there would be more no sleep for him tonight. But he wanted to be a good Padawan and show Master Qui-Gon that he wasn't afraid. So he curled up on his side, carefully keeping his face in shadow so that the Jedi Knight wouldn't see that his eyes were still wide open.

He could feel Qui-Gon regarding him in silence for a moment, and forced his breathing to slow as though he were already asleep once more. But he couldn't keep up the charade when the mattress suddenly depressed as his Master sat on the edge of the bed.

Wondering what he had done wrong, Obi-Wan turned to face his Master quizzically. Qui-Gon's only response was to gesture impatiently for Obi-Wan to scoot over, so that he could stretch out as well.

With a wide grin, Obi-Wan quickly complied.

The bed was too small for the Jedi Knight's large frame: his feet dangled off the end of the bed, and he had to curl over on his side. Obi-Wan took the unspoken invitation, wriggling back wards to press his back against Qui-Gon's broad chest, safe in the haven of his Master's arms. He could hear Qui-Gon's comforting heartbeat, soothingly rhythmic.

Closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep, as the rain finally started to pound down against the transparisteel windows.

End Prologue

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The rest of the chapters are longer, I promise. (smiles). I'll try (try being the operative word) to update this once a week. Hope you liked, and reviews are chocolate-covered Jude Laws. Mmmmm.