Title: The Time to Come
Author: Maddie-Wan
Summary: Qui-Gon comforts a distraught and lonely Obi-Wan one more time.
Email: garbonzo_b@yahoo.com ~ email me! I love email!
Category: Angst/General
Rating: G
Spoilers: Don't read this if you're the last person on the planet who *hasn't* seen TPM!
Disclaimer: I don't own 'Star Wars', but you guys probably already have *that* one figured out. Oh yeah, and I don't own Enya's song "Exile", either ~ I just happen to think it fits very well with this story. So nobody sue me!
Feedback: email me, email me! I love getting mail!
The Time to Come
Cold as the northern winds
in December mornings,
Cold is the cry that rings
from this far-distant shore.
Winter has come too late
too close beside me
How can I chase away
all these fears deep inside?
I'll wait the signs to come
I'll find a way
I'll wait the time to come
I'll find a way home.
The air was thick with tension. Lightsabers hummed, reminiscent of a
hive of Toydarian Stingers. Red and green clashed, crackling and sizzling,
heating the air to an almost unbearable temperature. Sweat trickled down his
face. Flashes of red and black danced before his vision and he gripped the
hilt of his weapon tighter. Helplessness weighed down on him, crushing him,
almost driving him mad as he watched the deadly waltz being performed before
him. He stood transfixed, unable to tear his eyes away as the Sith Lord drove
his evil blade through the great Jedi Master.
"Noooooo!"
Obi-Wan woke with a start, tears streaming down his face, his
breathing labored. Gulping air like a fish out of water he took in his
surroundings: there was the dresser, the chair by the open window, the
writing desk, the door to the adjoining room... he was home, at the Jedi
Temple, and that meant he was safe. He put a hand to his chest, still feeling
his pulse race. Taking deep breaths to calm his heart, he wiped the wetness
away from his eyes. 'It was only a dream,' he reminded himself. 'It's
over... just a dream.'
Obi-Wan turned on the light beside his bed, banishing the shadows
that lurked in the room... Qui-Gon's room. The young Jedi sighed at the
reminder. He would never share the quarters with Qui-Gon again, never wake in
the morning to his Master's voice telling him it was high time he got up,
never feel the gentle touch to his mind when he was feeling frustrated or
discouraged. He shook his head to dispell the memories and pulled his tired
body out of bed.
His bare feet padded softly across the floor to the balcony over-looking
Coruscant. The city never slept, it seemed, and he could relate. Obi-Wan
couldn't remember the last time he had slept the whole night through; falling
asleep was a challenge in itself, and his sleep was frequently interrupted
with vivid and horrible dreams where he was unable to help his Master, or he
himself was fighting a black-masked, caped attacker. That dream disturbed and
puzzled him, for he had no idea who the masked assailant was. He had debated
speaking to Master Yoda about it but had decided against it in the end. He
had never told anyone but Qui-Gon about his dreams before, and he just
couldn't bring himself to talk to anyone else about them. It seemed a
dishonor to Qui-Gon's memory somehow.
'Oh Master!' Obi-Wan cried out silently over the bond he and Qui-Gon \
had once shared, desperate for an answer. Always before, no matter how many
cities and planets were between them, they could hear each other's voice. But
there was no answer, there never would be again. Now, only silence answered
the distraught Jedi.
'Master!' he called again. "Master, please answer!" he cried aloud
this time. He sank to the floor, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. "Why
did you leave me? Why, why now? I'm not ready to be alone!" He choked the
words out around his sobs. He had not cried since the day he held his dying
Master in his lap, and now all the pent-up emotions exploded. Anger, sadness,
guilt - all poured from him in wracking sobs that tore from his chest
unheeded, unchecked.
'I'm sorry, Qui-Gon!' he pleaded with the silence. 'Please, I need
you. I can't do this without you. I need you, Master!' He could speak no more
around his tears and he let them fall.
Time passed, though he knew not how long, before he heard his name
called. Obi-Wan's breath caught in his throat. There was no one there, but
Obi-Wan could feel the presence of his Master.
"Qui-Gon?" he whispered, his voice small, afraid he had only imagined
the voice. And in the silence there was an answer.
Sometime later, as the sun was just peeking its golden rim over the
edge of the world, Obi-Wan rose from the balcony. He was tired, but the
weariness had gone from his face and the shadow over his heart had been
lifted.
He stood in the doorway to Anakin's room and watched with a small
smile as the boy slept. They had a lot of work ahead of them; he knew it
wouldn't be easy. But he knew he was capable. He knew now that he wasn't
alone, he never had been and never would be. Qui-Gon, he knew, would never be
far away.
He would wait. Now wasn't the time, but he would one day find a way
home. For now, he had a job to do.
Author: Maddie-Wan
Summary: Qui-Gon comforts a distraught and lonely Obi-Wan one more time.
Email: garbonzo_b@yahoo.com ~ email me! I love email!
Category: Angst/General
Rating: G
Spoilers: Don't read this if you're the last person on the planet who *hasn't* seen TPM!
Disclaimer: I don't own 'Star Wars', but you guys probably already have *that* one figured out. Oh yeah, and I don't own Enya's song "Exile", either ~ I just happen to think it fits very well with this story. So nobody sue me!
Feedback: email me, email me! I love getting mail!
The Time to Come
Cold as the northern winds
in December mornings,
Cold is the cry that rings
from this far-distant shore.
Winter has come too late
too close beside me
How can I chase away
all these fears deep inside?
I'll wait the signs to come
I'll find a way
I'll wait the time to come
I'll find a way home.
The air was thick with tension. Lightsabers hummed, reminiscent of a
hive of Toydarian Stingers. Red and green clashed, crackling and sizzling,
heating the air to an almost unbearable temperature. Sweat trickled down his
face. Flashes of red and black danced before his vision and he gripped the
hilt of his weapon tighter. Helplessness weighed down on him, crushing him,
almost driving him mad as he watched the deadly waltz being performed before
him. He stood transfixed, unable to tear his eyes away as the Sith Lord drove
his evil blade through the great Jedi Master.
"Noooooo!"
Obi-Wan woke with a start, tears streaming down his face, his
breathing labored. Gulping air like a fish out of water he took in his
surroundings: there was the dresser, the chair by the open window, the
writing desk, the door to the adjoining room... he was home, at the Jedi
Temple, and that meant he was safe. He put a hand to his chest, still feeling
his pulse race. Taking deep breaths to calm his heart, he wiped the wetness
away from his eyes. 'It was only a dream,' he reminded himself. 'It's
over... just a dream.'
Obi-Wan turned on the light beside his bed, banishing the shadows
that lurked in the room... Qui-Gon's room. The young Jedi sighed at the
reminder. He would never share the quarters with Qui-Gon again, never wake in
the morning to his Master's voice telling him it was high time he got up,
never feel the gentle touch to his mind when he was feeling frustrated or
discouraged. He shook his head to dispell the memories and pulled his tired
body out of bed.
His bare feet padded softly across the floor to the balcony over-looking
Coruscant. The city never slept, it seemed, and he could relate. Obi-Wan
couldn't remember the last time he had slept the whole night through; falling
asleep was a challenge in itself, and his sleep was frequently interrupted
with vivid and horrible dreams where he was unable to help his Master, or he
himself was fighting a black-masked, caped attacker. That dream disturbed and
puzzled him, for he had no idea who the masked assailant was. He had debated
speaking to Master Yoda about it but had decided against it in the end. He
had never told anyone but Qui-Gon about his dreams before, and he just
couldn't bring himself to talk to anyone else about them. It seemed a
dishonor to Qui-Gon's memory somehow.
'Oh Master!' Obi-Wan cried out silently over the bond he and Qui-Gon \
had once shared, desperate for an answer. Always before, no matter how many
cities and planets were between them, they could hear each other's voice. But
there was no answer, there never would be again. Now, only silence answered
the distraught Jedi.
'Master!' he called again. "Master, please answer!" he cried aloud
this time. He sank to the floor, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. "Why
did you leave me? Why, why now? I'm not ready to be alone!" He choked the
words out around his sobs. He had not cried since the day he held his dying
Master in his lap, and now all the pent-up emotions exploded. Anger, sadness,
guilt - all poured from him in wracking sobs that tore from his chest
unheeded, unchecked.
'I'm sorry, Qui-Gon!' he pleaded with the silence. 'Please, I need
you. I can't do this without you. I need you, Master!' He could speak no more
around his tears and he let them fall.
Time passed, though he knew not how long, before he heard his name
called. Obi-Wan's breath caught in his throat. There was no one there, but
Obi-Wan could feel the presence of his Master.
"Qui-Gon?" he whispered, his voice small, afraid he had only imagined
the voice. And in the silence there was an answer.
Sometime later, as the sun was just peeking its golden rim over the
edge of the world, Obi-Wan rose from the balcony. He was tired, but the
weariness had gone from his face and the shadow over his heart had been
lifted.
He stood in the doorway to Anakin's room and watched with a small
smile as the boy slept. They had a lot of work ahead of them; he knew it
wouldn't be easy. But he knew he was capable. He knew now that he wasn't
alone, he never had been and never would be. Qui-Gon, he knew, would never be
far away.
He would wait. Now wasn't the time, but he would one day find a way
home. For now, he had a job to do.