Hey guys, how's it going? For those of you who are reading this from recommendation of my other stories "To Understand" or "Someday" thanks for stopping by and I'm really happy you decided to. For those of you who are not familiar with my work, I also want to thank you for stopping by to read this and I hope you enjoy =]

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Obi-Wan Kenobi was done.

He had enough. He was done trying to be perfect. He was done trying to impress someone who could care less about him. He was done living with Qui-Gon's cold indifference.

It had been almost 2 years since Obi-Wan was chosen to be Qui-Gon's apprentice, and there was yet to be a flicker of emotion shown in his master's eyes. Aside from disappointment of course, and these day even that was limited.

Obi-Wan felt alone, trying so desperately to make the closest person he had to a father happy. But nothing worked. Nothing had worked in the past 2 years, why would anything else work in the future? And so it was upon realizing this, did Obi-Wan Kenobi came to the decision that he was going to run away from the Jedi Temple.

It wasn't that it was a spur of the moment dilemma. No he had dealt with the problem called Qui-Gon for ages. And he had even tried to fix it by asking a few other Jedi masters for advice. And they all told him the exact same thing: Talk to him, he's your master. It's not like he'll punish you for being honest you know...

Oh how much Obi-Wan wished that was true. Qui-Gon always found a way to take every word he said and turn it into some excuse of him being "dark." So being honest...not an option. As a matter of fact there was only one option.

So here Obi-Wan was, glancing around his room one last time to makes sure he had packed everything, before slowly lowering the cover of his small suitcase. He sighed and zipped it up. And just as he was about to grab the handle and pull it off the bed, and enormous flash came from behind him.

Startled, Obi-Wan spun around, lightsaber at the ready.

But almost dropped the weapon when he found himself face to face with a man. The man was tall, muscular, and definitely looked like he had fought a good number of battles in his life(proven by the small scar down his lip, and another down his left eyebrow.) The man had smooth caramel colored hair, light aquamarine eyes, and looked like he was in his early 30's. But that's not what shocked Obi-Wan. What struck him the most was that this man looked like...like an older version of...himself.

There you go, first chapter. So what do you think? Should I continue?

God, for those of you who have read "To Understand", let me tell you, you won't believe how much I miss that fic. OMG I so sorly miss writing up the chapters for that. Sometimes I think I should have made that longer just so this empty feeling would go away T__T It was one of those stories I was really attached to T_________T

Anywhooooo please review!! =]