Ladies and gentleman, the long lost fic! This is far from a brand new fic; something I wrote almost a year ago. I just found it because I cleaned my room (did you know I had a blue carpet? I didn't either!). I figured I might as well post. It's totally unabridged and unedited, because I don't even remember what I was going for at the time.

He was losing strength. He was losing strength fast. But he couldn't lose. This was life or death. He had to win.

There was someone... dressed in black. His twin lightsabers were crimson. The same color of blood. The same color of death.

Please, please do not let this be the end. Not for him. I have never wanted something so bad in my life.

And the worst part was I couldn't stop it. The lightsaber went straight through his chest. I screamed. He dropped to the ground, gasping. And still, there was nothing I could do. Nothing except watch him die.

Suddenly I found myself lying on my sleepcouch. Sweat plastered my hair to my face. I was gasping for air, as Qui-Gon had done. I was flat on my back. My hand clutched my heart as I sat up. I had been able to see. It was a dream. Or was it more than a dream? Was it a vision? I was terrified beyond words. I could not think straight. My stomach churned and tears welled in my eyes. Fear was strangling me.

I knew I shouldn't. I knew I couldn't. We had been fighting for months. I would be humiliated later if I did it.

And, of course, I did do it. I could not help it. I had to know he was safe.

I fled to his quarters. My bare feet barely touched the ground, they knew the way so well. I tripped down a step and hit the ground, though. My teeth bit my life, drawing blood. Still, I raced through the silent halls.

I did not bother to knock. I took Qui-Gon by surprise, especially when I tumbled onto his sleepcouch, right on top of him.

He heaved me off of him, sliding over to make room for both of us to sit up straight. A strong arm went around my shoulder as he waited for me to speak. I still trembled, nursing my lower lip.

Then my bleeding lip stopped, but the trembling did not. His hand caressed mine, trying to calm me down.

"Are you alright?" I finally managed to rasp.

"I'm fine… I'm fien," Qui-Gon promised. On the sleeepcouch, we were cramped right next to each other. With his arm around me, his heart was steadily beating against my shoulder.

Right where the blade went.

I shuddered deeply. Qui-Gon tried to tenderly lift my face to examine my lip. I imagined his view of me; suddenly tackling him in the middle of the night in near hysterics bringing a prophecy of his death. It sounded so wrong. It should never happen. Why did it happen?

Qui-Gon let me explain the entire dream. He was silent, save for the occasional murmur to assure me he was still attentive.

"It was just a dream," he comforted me, though he seemed to be speaking to himself. "Tahl, it was just a dream."

"What if it was a vision?"

"Visions can be misinterpreted."

We fell silent. We both knew the most likely answer. He let me "see" him; running my hands over his face for what wasn't the first time. I hoped it wouldn't be the last time, either. Then he ran his hands along my face. It was comforting; more so then I expected.

The next thing I remember… I believe I dozed off. I must have fallen asleep because I woke curled up next to him. I was touched he had not turned me away, even after the months of turning each other away. It was like it had all happened in the past and was a vague memory. There was a new now. Something had changed.

I still had the unshaken premonition it would change anything.

Ponderous. Say anything.