Title: Dreams
Author: Am-Chau Yarkona
Timeframe: Obi-Wan is eighteen.
Category: Mild angst, mystery.
Note: a double drabble, 100 words from Obi-Wan's point of view and 100 from
Qui-Gon's. A sequel of sorts to my fanfic Qui-Gon's Adventure's in
Wonderland, although it will stand alone. There is a sequel, as yet
untitled, which deals with the issues raised here.
Spoilers: A few, large for Episode One, and mild for the original trilogy.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are not mine, sadly. They belong to George
Lucas.
Qui-Gon
His shields have been up since we arrived. I don't know why. It could be that I've been to busy, but I hope he would let me know. Not in the simplest or subtlest way, but somehow. No, I feel there is more to it than that. The first night home I had a peculiar dream, and in the way that a Master will, I saw Obi-Wan. He knew how to escape, though I felt there was something unsaid. Perhaps the Force told him something. I don't know why he won't say. Today I *must* find time for him.
Obi-Wan
He's so busy I don't like to worry him. I had a Force-dream the other night, of the future. Me, older, calling myself Ben. No Qui-Gon. He asked me if I was okay today, I lied, said, "I'm fine." I'm not, but he didn't seem to notice. The Council is plenty for him to think about, so I won't tell him how upset me I am, how much I wish I could act instead of waiting, scared. I also wish I could tell, get-it-off-my-chest tell, but if Master is busy, who else has time for a Padawan? No-one, that's who.
Qui-Gon
His shields have been up since we arrived. I don't know why. It could be that I've been to busy, but I hope he would let me know. Not in the simplest or subtlest way, but somehow. No, I feel there is more to it than that. The first night home I had a peculiar dream, and in the way that a Master will, I saw Obi-Wan. He knew how to escape, though I felt there was something unsaid. Perhaps the Force told him something. I don't know why he won't say. Today I *must* find time for him.
Obi-Wan
He's so busy I don't like to worry him. I had a Force-dream the other night, of the future. Me, older, calling myself Ben. No Qui-Gon. He asked me if I was okay today, I lied, said, "I'm fine." I'm not, but he didn't seem to notice. The Council is plenty for him to think about, so I won't tell him how upset me I am, how much I wish I could act instead of waiting, scared. I also wish I could tell, get-it-off-my-chest tell, but if Master is busy, who else has time for a Padawan? No-one, that's who.
