A.N: I forgot to mention that the song "Remember when it rained" was Josh Groban's :P Sorry about that!

I was supposed to continue this story sooner, but I had a big biochemistry exam and I had absolutely no time to write! But I hope you'll enjoy it!

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Chapter 2 Tears For You That Will Not Dry

Qui-Gon was a nervous wreck. He was still in the Temple when he had sensed a strong disturbance in the Force. He had not known what it was, but it was enough to make him crash to his knees, hands on his head. The Force wanted to tell him something, and deep in his heart, he knew it was about Obi-Wan. As soon as he could stand back on his feet, he had run out of his apartment as fast as he could and made his way to the hangars and took a small ship. He had powered up the engines and he was now on his way to Melida Daan.

He didn't know what to think now. Even though Obi-Wan had hut him deeply, Qui-Gon couldn't let the boy in trouble. True, the boy had betrayed him by staying on Melida Daan and by disobeying his orders, but if something was to happen to him, it would certainly hurt him to the core. He was surprised of how much he still cared about Obi-Wan. He had thought that all the affection he had for the boy had gone the instant he felt the stab of betrayal, but apparently, Obi-Wan had made his way in his heart so deep that he couldn't just wish it away. Somewhere in his heart, he knew that Obi-Wan had just made a mistake, one that was caused by impulsiveness an youth, but one forgivable. Yet, Qui-Gon had abandoned him there, in the middle of a war. Now he was beginning to understand what everyone had been trying to tell him. Obi-Wan was just a boy, and he had been swept away by a cause. A good cause yes, but one difficult to help when so much hatred is involved. It had hurt Qui-Gon. He had thought that Obi-Wan was betraying him the way Xanatos had, but he could see the difference now. Xanatos had left for his own greed. Obi-Wan had left to help others. He had been willing to sacrifice what he had worked for his entire life to help children survive in the middle of a war. That though made Qui-Gon take a quick breath. Who was the most worthy of being call a Jedi, a Padawan leaving the Order to try to save a devastated planet, or a Master leaving his charge in the middle of a war?

Obi-Wan, he realized had been more than his Padawan. Qui-Gon couldn't believe what a fool he'd been. He truly did love Obi-Wan as if he was his own child, and now that he was in danger, he was really worried…more than worried! The Force had never sent him a message when Obi-Wan was in danger. What could possibly be happening that would make the Force send him such a strong disturbance? Qui-Gon now regretted that he had severed the bond. He couldn't even feel Obi-Wan, less know if he was still alive. He prayed with all his heart that he was not dead.


Melida Daan was almost as he had remembered it. But it felt somehow different. There seem to be more hatred than before, if that was possible. The angry purple sky was pouring its rain all over Zehava. Qui-Gon stepped out off the ship and pulled his hood over his head. Somehow, the Force was guiding him to the heart of the city, and not to the Young's hidden camps. That worried him even more. He walked swiftly to what he remembered being the Glory Street. What awaited him there took his breath away. There were bodies everywhere, covered in blood and dirt, as if there was a great battle that took place here. He had seen much blood and death in his life, but this was certainly one of the most horrible sights he had had to witness. His throat constricted: Obi-Wan…

Somewhere in the darkness of this scene, he felt a surge of light. Light in the Force he realised. With his acute hearing, he thought he heard his name being whispered. He turned and saw what he had prayed so much never to witness.

Obi-Wan laid on his back, a hand clutching his burned tunic, the other laying covered in blood on his side. His eyes were closed and his skin was streaked with tears. Rain slowly washed the dirt off his broken body.

Qui-Gon rushed to the boy and kneeled beside him. He took him in his arms and shook him gently.

"Obi-Wan! Obi-Wan, please!" he said, searching for a pulse, anything!

But he knew he was already dead. Tears flowed abundantly from his eyes. How could it be possible? He couldn't be dead. He couldn't! The pain was too much. He would simply break apart. Sobs shook his body and he buried his face in the boy's tunic.

A.N.: This is not the end!