Title: No Other Choice
Author: Antigone
Spoilers: None
Timeline: Obi is 18
Feedback: Yes please!
Summery: Obi-Wan is faced with one of the most difficult trials in his life. Will he go it alone,
or admit what he's doing to Qui-Gon?
Disclaimer: Uhuh, I own them. I own them and the billions of dollars which come with them. That's exactly why I write fanfiction…(sarcasm…don't own 'em, never will…sigh)
Sith! Not again!
Obi-Wan lay huddled on his small sleep couch wrapped tightly in a cocoon of thin sheets, a light coating of sweat clinging to his tense features. He curled in upon himself and released a hushed moan as another wave of nausea passed over him, this one stronger than the last.
He gritted his teeth and waited it out. When the agony was over, Obi-Wan released the breath he didn't realize he was holding and relaxed for a moment. He inhaled deeply and ran a hand over his moist forehead, bringing it down across his face and sighing.
This scene was repeated after every visit Obi-Wan made to the small establishment a few levels below the Temple. Cold sweats, nausea, vomiting…was it really worth it?
Yes.
Yes, of course it was worth it. The benefits outweighed what he was suffering right now. After all, it would all be over in a little while.
But not right now, he reminded himself as he lifted his body from the cool, slightly damp sheets. The previous nausea episode had passed, but he didn't trust himself to successfully defend against another. Obi-Wan made the short journey to the 'fresher on unsteady legs, groping out blindly for anything that might keep him upright until he could unceremoniously collapse in front of the durasteel toilet.
The only thing that Obi-Wan seemed to be fully capable of doing at the moment was shielding from his master. Qui-Gon knew nothing of his padawan's battles…with enough practice, Obi-Wan had mastered blocking all signs and alerts he might send to the elder Jedi – either through the training bond or the Force itself. He had to. Qui-Gon could never find out.
Obi-Wan's hands clutched the cold metal as the invisible demon attacking his stomach returned for another go at it. The padawan unconsciously double checked his shields before retching as silently as possible into the steel bowl.
When he was finished, he leaned back weakly against the wall, bringing a trembling hand up to wipe his mouth. What little color there was in his face when he entered the 'fresher had long since fled; the padawan's skin nearing the pallor of his white/dusted grey sleep tunic.
Obi-Wan allowed his body to go slack and closed his eyes, silently reassuring himself. It will all be over soon. You'll survive, it isn't that bad.
You'll feel fine by morning.
Just a small lead in. The rest of the chapters will definitely be longer. Know exactly where this one is going, so I won't be spending most of my time planning, so you won't be spending most of your time waiting. What do you think of it so far? What do you think the Obi issue is? =) lol, now all of you be good lil Jedi and review!
Author: Antigone
Spoilers: None
Timeline: Obi is 18
Feedback: Yes please!
Summery: Obi-Wan is faced with one of the most difficult trials in his life. Will he go it alone,
or admit what he's doing to Qui-Gon?
Disclaimer: Uhuh, I own them. I own them and the billions of dollars which come with them. That's exactly why I write fanfiction…(sarcasm…don't own 'em, never will…sigh)
Sith! Not again!
Obi-Wan lay huddled on his small sleep couch wrapped tightly in a cocoon of thin sheets, a light coating of sweat clinging to his tense features. He curled in upon himself and released a hushed moan as another wave of nausea passed over him, this one stronger than the last.
He gritted his teeth and waited it out. When the agony was over, Obi-Wan released the breath he didn't realize he was holding and relaxed for a moment. He inhaled deeply and ran a hand over his moist forehead, bringing it down across his face and sighing.
This scene was repeated after every visit Obi-Wan made to the small establishment a few levels below the Temple. Cold sweats, nausea, vomiting…was it really worth it?
Yes.
Yes, of course it was worth it. The benefits outweighed what he was suffering right now. After all, it would all be over in a little while.
But not right now, he reminded himself as he lifted his body from the cool, slightly damp sheets. The previous nausea episode had passed, but he didn't trust himself to successfully defend against another. Obi-Wan made the short journey to the 'fresher on unsteady legs, groping out blindly for anything that might keep him upright until he could unceremoniously collapse in front of the durasteel toilet.
The only thing that Obi-Wan seemed to be fully capable of doing at the moment was shielding from his master. Qui-Gon knew nothing of his padawan's battles…with enough practice, Obi-Wan had mastered blocking all signs and alerts he might send to the elder Jedi – either through the training bond or the Force itself. He had to. Qui-Gon could never find out.
Obi-Wan's hands clutched the cold metal as the invisible demon attacking his stomach returned for another go at it. The padawan unconsciously double checked his shields before retching as silently as possible into the steel bowl.
When he was finished, he leaned back weakly against the wall, bringing a trembling hand up to wipe his mouth. What little color there was in his face when he entered the 'fresher had long since fled; the padawan's skin nearing the pallor of his white/dusted grey sleep tunic.
Obi-Wan allowed his body to go slack and closed his eyes, silently reassuring himself. It will all be over soon. You'll survive, it isn't that bad.
You'll feel fine by morning.
Just a small lead in. The rest of the chapters will definitely be longer. Know exactly where this one is going, so I won't be spending most of my time planning, so you won't be spending most of your time waiting. What do you think of it so far? What do you think the Obi issue is? =) lol, now all of you be good lil Jedi and review!