Title: Fire and Ice: Hindsight
Authors: Durhelediel and Layren
Rating: R for torture
Disclaimer: Of course, all recognizable Star Wars characters belong to George Lucas. We just like to take them out to ...um, play. Yeah.
Note: Second in an intended series of six. This is a little Master/Padawan challenge between ourselves. Fire and Ice was with both of our fav characters being tortured. This one is Layren torturing Obi-Wan. Then it will be Durhelediel's turn to torture Qui-Gon in the third one. There will be one more each of Obi-Wan (Layren's doing) and Qui-Gon (Durhelediel's doing), and then an ending one with both of them being tortured. We ask our readers to help us judge on who tortures the best. :} Have as much fun reading as we are writing! Lol
Chapter One
Sixteen-year-old Obi-Wan Kenobi sighed and turned around at the healer's call. He and his master were still recovering from their latest excursion to Hoth where pirates had tried to kill them by leaving them on Hoth's surface, exposed to the elements. Qui-Gon was currently in surgery to repair his larynx. "Yes?"
Healer Apprentice Anya came over to the apprentice. "Master Qui-Gon is doing very well. The surgery is progressing without any problems. We should be done in about thirty minutes. He'll be awake shortly after but he still won't be able to talk for a few more days yet."
Obi-Wan sighed. "Thank the Force," he breathed. "I need to alert Master Kyran and Master Devin." And Lana, he added in his mind, reaching for his comlink and thumbing it on.
Kyran yawned a little as he woke up. He'd been in the Healer's ward for the last several days waiting on Qui-Gon to recover, but the healers had finally chased him out and made him go get some rest. "Josel," he mumbled through a yawn.
Obi-Wan yawned in response. He had not slept since the two days he had been allowed out of the bacta tank as he watched his master recovering from his injuries and then preparing for his surgery. "Qui-Gon will be out of surgery in thirty minutes. He's okay," Obi-Wan finally said through his yawn.
Kyran came more aware. "Good. Let me get dressed and I'll be right there." He thumbed off his comlink and rummaged around for his tunic. He shook his wife's shoulder gently. "Lana?"
Lana immediately awoke. "What? Is it Qui? Is he alright?"
"Qui-Gon is fine. He'll be out of surgery within half an hour. Let's go get dressed and go down there to see Obi-Wan."
Lana pulled on a tight bodysuit that she kept under her Jedi robes. "Has that boy gotten any sleep in the last two days?"
Kyran sighed. "I have no idea, but I'm going to drug the boy myself if he doesn't sleep soon."
Lana opened the door for her husband as she attached her lightsaber to her belt, then hooked her arm in his as they walked to the turbolift that would take them up to the Healers Ward. "He's certainly not helping things any by not sleeping," she agreed. "Qui-Gon will skin us alive when he finds out that his padawan is sleep deprived." She keyed in the floor in the turbolift and they zoomed upward.
"Yes he will," he agreed. He nodded to Devin as they got off the lift seeing him coming from the other direction. Devin fell into place on Kyran's other side, yawning.
Lana punched Devin lightly on the arm. "Perhaps we can put it off on Devin?" She joked at her husband.
Devin seemed confused at first, but Kyran quickly sent him a mental burst that caught him up. "You can't do that!" Devin said in mock outrage. "I was busy with important Council business." He rolled his eyes. The Council had called him for yet another briefing on his last mission that had gone horribly wrong. The thing was, they wanted to send him off on yet another one right away. He'd never see his friends at this rate.
Lana smirked. "It's two against one, Devin dear..." She trailed off as she caught sight of a very obviously exhausted Obi-Wan in the waiting area.
Devin smiled a little at the padawan. "We've come to wake you up, young one. It should only be a few more minutes. You look like you're about to fall asleep on your feet."
Obi-Wan made an effort to smile but found he didn't even have enough energy for that. "They'll let us in to see Qui-Gon soon," he said, his words slurring slightly with exhaustion. "I'll sleep after that, I promise."
"Good. You won't do Qui-Gon any good by falling asleep on top of him from exhaustion." Devin put a hand on the young man's shoulder.
Obi-Wan nearly fell over. He grinned at Devin sheepishly, but no one was able to comment because Anya came in to usher them to see Qui-Gon.
Qui-Gon was lying on his side in the bed. His eyes were closed but Kyran could sense that his friend was awake and aware of what was going on, yet he was drifting in and out of sleep due to the anesthesia. Qui-Gon's eyes fluttered open as he felt Kyran touch him gently and he smiled, noticing his visitors. He sat up slowly, wincing at how heavy his head felt.
"Master," Obi-Wan breathed, his eyes wide. "So good to see you awake again." He noticed that what once had been a hole in Qui-Gon's throat was now just a light pink spot that seemed to not really be anything at all.
Thank you, padawan. It's nice to be awake. Sort of.Qui-Gon yawned lightly, then winced at the ache in his throat from opening his mouth. How are you feeling?
Obi-Wan caught his master's yawn and ended up yawning so largely that his jaw popped. He grinned. "Better. Been waiting on you these past few days."
"And not sleeping," Lana reprimanded loudly.
Qui-Gon arched a brow at Obi-Wan. What's this I hear about you not sleeping? How many times I have I mentioned to you that resting after recovering from a major illness is an important part of recovery?
Obi-Wan frowned at Lana, who was innocently glancing at the ceiling while Kyran stifled a laugh. "I'll sleep now that you're out of surgery, Master. Some people just haven't learned patience."
Yes indeed, and some haven't learned to quell their anxieties.He stared meaningfully at the padawan. You should've slept and as your master I order you to go get some sleep.His mental voice was stern, but his eyes were twinkling.
Obi-Wan sighed and stood. "I feel like I have three fathers and a nagging mom," he muttered as he turned around to leave. "I'm going now, okay? But I'll be back in six hours."
Good.Qui-Gon sent a wave of warmth and love to the boy. I only want you to be at your best, Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan smiled as he glanced over his shoulder, dark bags under his eyes. "I know," he said softly. "I'll see you in six hours, Master." Then he left.
Qui-Gon sighed as he settled back in his pillows, then he frowned. He had a sudden bad feeling about the boy going back to their quarters. He shrugged it off. The boy needed his rest.
Kyran gazed at his friend, catching the echo of his feeling. "Something wrong?"
Maybe. I just had a sudden...feeling.
Kyran, Devin and Lana shared a glance. Lana stepped toward the door. "Should I go after him? Make sure he makes it back alright?" she asked.
Qui-Gon paused and thought for a moment. He shook his head and then yawned again. Likely it's just me being tired from the anesthetics. No need to disturb his rest for something like that.
Kyran frowned. "Well, if you're sure..." he trailed off, waiting for an objection.
Qui-Gon answered the question by settling back on to his pillow. I'm sure.
The three friends relaxed. If anyone knew if Obi-Wan would be in danger, it would be Qui-Gon. "Okay," Kyran agreed as Lana motioned him over to her. "Well, we should let you rest as well. We'll come back with Obi-Wan. We just wanted to see your ugly face." He grinned to take the sting out of his words.
Qui-Gon stuck his tongue out at Kyran and crossed his arms over his chest. No fair picking on me while I'm sick, Josel.
Kyran laughed. "That's why I do, Qui."
Lana punched him. "Be nice." They waved and left him to rest.
Devin hesitated. "Before I go, I've been called off on another mission. I'll check back in with you when I can, my friend."
Qui-Gon yawned and waved him off. Be careful, Devin. The Force be with you.
Devin grinned and quickly stepped out of the room to let his friend rest.
Qui-Gon yawned again and settled back into his pillows, snuggling deeper under his covers. Somewhere in his dreams he hoped that Obi-wan was getting the rest that he'd been ordered to.
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Obi-Wan fully intended to sleep as soon as he entered his and Qui-Gon's quarters, yet a red, blinking light drew him to their datapad hooked into the holonet. Sighing, he checked it, then paused. It was a short note from what sounded like a child that knew Qui-Gon. It sounded as if the child were in danger, and was asking Qui-Gon for help. He sighed. He couldn't let this child go, but his master was not able to go help anyone yet. Perhaps it was nothing anyways...children tended to over exaggerate. But could he take that chance? Glancing longingly at his bed, he hurried out of the door, chanting the name of the city that the child said he was living in.
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Obi-Wan felt his vision fuzzing with sleep so he quickly set the speeder down between two alleys. The child's address was close to this area but he was so tired... He jerked himself from out of a doze and jumped out of the speeder to get the blood flowing. He quickly walked up to an old house that seemed on the verge of collapse and knocked. A small voice timidly called him inside. He had taken two steps into the dark interior when the Force flared a warning through his sleep deprived brain. His reflexes were not up to the task of defending himself and a he felt a prick at the back of his neck. Immediately, he sank into black oblivion.
A shoe nudged the fallen padawan and a cold voice snorted. "I thought Jedi were supposed to be harder to catch, yet this'll do." Laughter echoed in the building, cold and without mirth as shadows picked up the limp youth and carried him away.
Authors: Durhelediel and Layren
Rating: R for torture
Disclaimer: Of course, all recognizable Star Wars characters belong to George Lucas. We just like to take them out to ...um, play. Yeah.
Note: Second in an intended series of six. This is a little Master/Padawan challenge between ourselves. Fire and Ice was with both of our fav characters being tortured. This one is Layren torturing Obi-Wan. Then it will be Durhelediel's turn to torture Qui-Gon in the third one. There will be one more each of Obi-Wan (Layren's doing) and Qui-Gon (Durhelediel's doing), and then an ending one with both of them being tortured. We ask our readers to help us judge on who tortures the best. :} Have as much fun reading as we are writing! Lol
Chapter One
Sixteen-year-old Obi-Wan Kenobi sighed and turned around at the healer's call. He and his master were still recovering from their latest excursion to Hoth where pirates had tried to kill them by leaving them on Hoth's surface, exposed to the elements. Qui-Gon was currently in surgery to repair his larynx. "Yes?"
Healer Apprentice Anya came over to the apprentice. "Master Qui-Gon is doing very well. The surgery is progressing without any problems. We should be done in about thirty minutes. He'll be awake shortly after but he still won't be able to talk for a few more days yet."
Obi-Wan sighed. "Thank the Force," he breathed. "I need to alert Master Kyran and Master Devin." And Lana, he added in his mind, reaching for his comlink and thumbing it on.
Kyran yawned a little as he woke up. He'd been in the Healer's ward for the last several days waiting on Qui-Gon to recover, but the healers had finally chased him out and made him go get some rest. "Josel," he mumbled through a yawn.
Obi-Wan yawned in response. He had not slept since the two days he had been allowed out of the bacta tank as he watched his master recovering from his injuries and then preparing for his surgery. "Qui-Gon will be out of surgery in thirty minutes. He's okay," Obi-Wan finally said through his yawn.
Kyran came more aware. "Good. Let me get dressed and I'll be right there." He thumbed off his comlink and rummaged around for his tunic. He shook his wife's shoulder gently. "Lana?"
Lana immediately awoke. "What? Is it Qui? Is he alright?"
"Qui-Gon is fine. He'll be out of surgery within half an hour. Let's go get dressed and go down there to see Obi-Wan."
Lana pulled on a tight bodysuit that she kept under her Jedi robes. "Has that boy gotten any sleep in the last two days?"
Kyran sighed. "I have no idea, but I'm going to drug the boy myself if he doesn't sleep soon."
Lana opened the door for her husband as she attached her lightsaber to her belt, then hooked her arm in his as they walked to the turbolift that would take them up to the Healers Ward. "He's certainly not helping things any by not sleeping," she agreed. "Qui-Gon will skin us alive when he finds out that his padawan is sleep deprived." She keyed in the floor in the turbolift and they zoomed upward.
"Yes he will," he agreed. He nodded to Devin as they got off the lift seeing him coming from the other direction. Devin fell into place on Kyran's other side, yawning.
Lana punched Devin lightly on the arm. "Perhaps we can put it off on Devin?" She joked at her husband.
Devin seemed confused at first, but Kyran quickly sent him a mental burst that caught him up. "You can't do that!" Devin said in mock outrage. "I was busy with important Council business." He rolled his eyes. The Council had called him for yet another briefing on his last mission that had gone horribly wrong. The thing was, they wanted to send him off on yet another one right away. He'd never see his friends at this rate.
Lana smirked. "It's two against one, Devin dear..." She trailed off as she caught sight of a very obviously exhausted Obi-Wan in the waiting area.
Devin smiled a little at the padawan. "We've come to wake you up, young one. It should only be a few more minutes. You look like you're about to fall asleep on your feet."
Obi-Wan made an effort to smile but found he didn't even have enough energy for that. "They'll let us in to see Qui-Gon soon," he said, his words slurring slightly with exhaustion. "I'll sleep after that, I promise."
"Good. You won't do Qui-Gon any good by falling asleep on top of him from exhaustion." Devin put a hand on the young man's shoulder.
Obi-Wan nearly fell over. He grinned at Devin sheepishly, but no one was able to comment because Anya came in to usher them to see Qui-Gon.
Qui-Gon was lying on his side in the bed. His eyes were closed but Kyran could sense that his friend was awake and aware of what was going on, yet he was drifting in and out of sleep due to the anesthesia. Qui-Gon's eyes fluttered open as he felt Kyran touch him gently and he smiled, noticing his visitors. He sat up slowly, wincing at how heavy his head felt.
"Master," Obi-Wan breathed, his eyes wide. "So good to see you awake again." He noticed that what once had been a hole in Qui-Gon's throat was now just a light pink spot that seemed to not really be anything at all.
Thank you, padawan. It's nice to be awake. Sort of.Qui-Gon yawned lightly, then winced at the ache in his throat from opening his mouth. How are you feeling?
Obi-Wan caught his master's yawn and ended up yawning so largely that his jaw popped. He grinned. "Better. Been waiting on you these past few days."
"And not sleeping," Lana reprimanded loudly.
Qui-Gon arched a brow at Obi-Wan. What's this I hear about you not sleeping? How many times I have I mentioned to you that resting after recovering from a major illness is an important part of recovery?
Obi-Wan frowned at Lana, who was innocently glancing at the ceiling while Kyran stifled a laugh. "I'll sleep now that you're out of surgery, Master. Some people just haven't learned patience."
Yes indeed, and some haven't learned to quell their anxieties.He stared meaningfully at the padawan. You should've slept and as your master I order you to go get some sleep.His mental voice was stern, but his eyes were twinkling.
Obi-Wan sighed and stood. "I feel like I have three fathers and a nagging mom," he muttered as he turned around to leave. "I'm going now, okay? But I'll be back in six hours."
Good.Qui-Gon sent a wave of warmth and love to the boy. I only want you to be at your best, Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan smiled as he glanced over his shoulder, dark bags under his eyes. "I know," he said softly. "I'll see you in six hours, Master." Then he left.
Qui-Gon sighed as he settled back in his pillows, then he frowned. He had a sudden bad feeling about the boy going back to their quarters. He shrugged it off. The boy needed his rest.
Kyran gazed at his friend, catching the echo of his feeling. "Something wrong?"
Maybe. I just had a sudden...feeling.
Kyran, Devin and Lana shared a glance. Lana stepped toward the door. "Should I go after him? Make sure he makes it back alright?" she asked.
Qui-Gon paused and thought for a moment. He shook his head and then yawned again. Likely it's just me being tired from the anesthetics. No need to disturb his rest for something like that.
Kyran frowned. "Well, if you're sure..." he trailed off, waiting for an objection.
Qui-Gon answered the question by settling back on to his pillow. I'm sure.
The three friends relaxed. If anyone knew if Obi-Wan would be in danger, it would be Qui-Gon. "Okay," Kyran agreed as Lana motioned him over to her. "Well, we should let you rest as well. We'll come back with Obi-Wan. We just wanted to see your ugly face." He grinned to take the sting out of his words.
Qui-Gon stuck his tongue out at Kyran and crossed his arms over his chest. No fair picking on me while I'm sick, Josel.
Kyran laughed. "That's why I do, Qui."
Lana punched him. "Be nice." They waved and left him to rest.
Devin hesitated. "Before I go, I've been called off on another mission. I'll check back in with you when I can, my friend."
Qui-Gon yawned and waved him off. Be careful, Devin. The Force be with you.
Devin grinned and quickly stepped out of the room to let his friend rest.
Qui-Gon yawned again and settled back into his pillows, snuggling deeper under his covers. Somewhere in his dreams he hoped that Obi-wan was getting the rest that he'd been ordered to.
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Obi-Wan fully intended to sleep as soon as he entered his and Qui-Gon's quarters, yet a red, blinking light drew him to their datapad hooked into the holonet. Sighing, he checked it, then paused. It was a short note from what sounded like a child that knew Qui-Gon. It sounded as if the child were in danger, and was asking Qui-Gon for help. He sighed. He couldn't let this child go, but his master was not able to go help anyone yet. Perhaps it was nothing anyways...children tended to over exaggerate. But could he take that chance? Glancing longingly at his bed, he hurried out of the door, chanting the name of the city that the child said he was living in.
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Obi-Wan felt his vision fuzzing with sleep so he quickly set the speeder down between two alleys. The child's address was close to this area but he was so tired... He jerked himself from out of a doze and jumped out of the speeder to get the blood flowing. He quickly walked up to an old house that seemed on the verge of collapse and knocked. A small voice timidly called him inside. He had taken two steps into the dark interior when the Force flared a warning through his sleep deprived brain. His reflexes were not up to the task of defending himself and a he felt a prick at the back of his neck. Immediately, he sank into black oblivion.
A shoe nudged the fallen padawan and a cold voice snorted. "I thought Jedi were supposed to be harder to catch, yet this'll do." Laughter echoed in the building, cold and without mirth as shadows picked up the limp youth and carried him away.