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A/N: Ah yes also…I've been very excited by writing this but I have some things to say. Firstly this chapter might suck since I haven't betta'd it or anything. Secondly I live in Britain where the Jedi Apprentice books aren't sold. Therefore I have to get them off Amazon. I've only got as far as book #9 so if there are some kind of memories of the past at some point during this fic they will be limited. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 3 Findings
As soon as he had felt the familiar feeling of his master he took at a run towards the figure. He might have been taken a chance, relying on a hope but he didn't care.
He turned the body over and saw a lightsaber attached to a utility belt that hung around his waist just like his own. He looked at the face and couldn't believe his eyes. How many times he had seen that face. How many times had he wished to see that face again. And there it was. The strong jaw. The facial hair. The nose. The cheekbones. Everything.
Ben bent down next to him. Groaning slightly at his tired limbs. He put his hand over Qui-Gon's fore head. He could feel it, it was real! It felt cool, but not too cold. He could feel no pain from him through the force. He pulled his hand away.
'Maybe he just needs some sleep, I can ask him my questions when he wakes up,'
To be honest he wasn't sure how he'd deal with it if he woke up then. How he himself would react to Qui-Gon's eyes looking at him again.
He then, with a little help from the force, managed to carry Qui-Gon to his "home".
Feeling groggy and disoriented Qui-Gon began to awake. He was lying on his back on a bed. He opened his eyes warily. He did not recognise his surroundings at all.
'I must have dozed off,' he thought to himself.
But that didn't explain where he was and the sudden rise in temperature. He raised himself into a seating position and looked around. The room was empty but from the doorway he could see an old man sitting outside in the sun with his back to him. His hair was white, but his posture was that of someone younger. His head was in his hands. Qui-Gon could sense the force radiate from him. And there was something familiar about him…something he couldn't quite place…
He looked down and found his lightsaber was gone. He felt slight alarm at being disarmed but made a note not to start anything. He was a stranger, wherever he was and it was expected that the man wouldn't want him to be armed. That didn't stop him feeling vulnerable though.
He looked around. His cloak had been hung up on a hook on the wall. There were bandages on the table and in the cupboards were food and drink. Qui-Gon looked again and saw that the man had not moved. He decided to approach him. To thank him for his hospitality and to ask for his lightsabre back.
When he got close enough he could see that the mans head was no longer in his hands but instead Qui-Gons lightsabre was. He held it so carefully as if it was the most precious thing on earth and yet he held it with a strong grip so that nothing could take it from him.
'And nothing ever will,' the man thought to himself 'Not again,'
Qui-Gon looked the man up and down. He could see no weapons, his cloak was hiding any he might have, but a small shape in the cloak could indicate a blaster.
'No its not the right shape,'
A lightsaber? Maybe, but Qui-Gon had never seen this man before, not at the Temple anyway. In the mans pocket was a small weight as if a rock of some sort was in there
The old man seemed to tense up as if he knew Qui-Gon was so close,
'But I've made no noise,' Qui-Gon thought.
Qui-Gon walked around and looked at the man. His features were obscured by the sun's that shone brightly in his face. Qui-Gon stepped in front of him and saw his face clearly.
"I don't mean to bother you but-." Qui-Gon began before being interrupted
"I thought I was dreaming, but you're real," the man observed. His voice was thick as if he'd been crying but it was clear and strong despite his old age.
He looked up at Qui-Gon.
"Is it you? Really?" the man looked up expectantly. Qui-Gon looked into his eyes and took a step back in shock. He knew those eyes. Bright blue eyes. But he had last seen them on another. They had been happy. Now they were full of sorrow and regret. But the spark had not entirely gone out and it seemed to get brighter the more Qui-Gon looked at him. The memory of a vision came back to him. He could see the young man, boy this old man used to be. He could almost see the padawan braid that would have been behind his ear.
"Obi-Wan…" he whispered.
Lol I'm stalling. I don't want to do the confrontation yet :oP. Sorry this took a while to get up, I was in Belgium lol
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