Qui-Gon had expected the younger man to attack as soon as he ignited his own lightsaber, but Obi-Wan just stood there and looked almost bored.

"It is never too late, my young apprentice, because the future is always in motion. Time does not follow a line and the possibilities are endless!"

Obi-Wan huffed mockingly, "Funny, coming from you…" he shook his head, "Stay in the here and now, is that not what you always preached? Besides, you are the one who denied the possibility of Skywalker's failure!"

Qui-Gon took a deep breath and took a subtle step away from the pit, but from the look in Obi-Wan's eyes, the younger man caught the movement and the hidden intent behind it.

"You were never one to be jealous."

"I am not jealous!"

"What do you call this then?"

"I already told you, didn't I?" he absently brushed the dust from his shoulder, "You bore me."

The grip he had around his emerald coloured lightsaber tightened, "I bore you? It looks more like you are avoiding the topic! Maybe that's because you are afraid to tell me your true feelings… or are you too afraid to acknowledge them?"

"Are you trying to mock me?" Obi-Wan said with a dangerous edge to his voice.

"It is not my intention, but if that's how you feel…" he let the sentence trail off.

"What is your intention?"

"I want to understand what has driven you to… to this," he motioned with one hand at Obi-Wan.

"You did," was the simple reply.

"Then tell me where I went wrong in your apprenticeship!"

The ginger haired man tilted his head slightly, his eyes remaining on the older male before him, "I don't take orders from you!"

"Please, where did I go wrong?" Qui-Gon hated to beg, but he wouldn't let Obi-Wan dodge his questions another time. The Force told him that in the answers laid the chance to draw out the dark presence and to bring the young adult back to his own senses.

"Everywhere!" spat Obi-Wan.

The words stung more than everything Xanatos ever said to him, "I do not believe that to be true, Padawan mine! Could you be a little bit more specific?"

"How about the start of our apprenticeship, you refused me multiple times. Then there was the incident on Melida/Daan where you left me behind. I know you would have done the same hadn't it been for that wench of yours, what was her name… Tahl?"

Qui-Gon's expression turned furious and a lesser man would have run for his life, but Obi-Wan merely stood on his spot, lightsaber still resting activated next to his thigh.

"How dare you to speak of her like this?! You have no right to do so!" with each word Qui-Gon's voice had rose in volume, "You are just an unthankful and insolent wretch! You-"

Qui-Gon cut himself off once he realised what he was saying. His eyes widened in shock and his hands still trembled from anger, yet he forced himself to release his feelings into the Force before he looked back at Obi-Wan.

The younger man's expression had darkened as well as the aura around him. The older Jedi immediately regretted allowing his emotions to gain control over his actions, but before he could apologise, explain and ask for forgiveness, Obi-Wan spoke up and his voice was as cold as ice, "She was always more important than I was. You always loved her more than me! You also loved that traitor Xanatos more than me! I was just a worthless piece of garbage that was forced upon you by Yoda and as garbage you threw me away at the next opportunity. But how could I compete next to the 'Chosen One'? Even a dim-witted and blasted slave is better than me!"

"Obi-Wan, that's not true, I-"
"Liar!" shouted the younger man, "You are a damn liar, Qui-Gon Jinn! You are a pathetic excuse of a Jedi and an even worse teacher! I wish I had never met you!"

"That's it, my apprentice! Let the anger and the hatred flow. Embrace the darkness and its power and then kill the Jedi!" the voice said, but this time Obi-Wan did not even try to resist.

"Obi-Wan… I hadn't realised you felt that way… why didn't you tell me? You could just have told me and we would have found a way to work this out, together!", tears were staring to form in the older man's blue eyes.

Cold yellow eyes met teary blue ones. "How was I supposed to tell you, hm? You never listened to anything I said, you did not care for me!" the ginger haired man answered bitterly.

"It's not to late to change things, Padawan," cautiously Qui-Gon took a few steps forward, yellow eyes followed his every movement.

"I told you to stop calling me that," Obi-Wan said, but he suddenly appeared absentmindedly.

"Stop wasting precious time talking with that Jedi! Kill him already, before the others arrive! Tell them Maul killed him and return to that temple of yours, I want you to spy for me!"

"Yes, my Master…" Obi-Wan mumbled and Qui-Gon stopped dead in his tracks.

The aura around Obi-Wan had shifted, as if conversing with Obi-Wan and the Jedi Master knew that he had lost his chance the moment yellow eyes focused back on him. The eyes were full of hate and anger; there was no compassion in them, no love and no hope. Qui-Gon would describe them as hollow and he knew that the dark being, undoubtedly the Sith Master, had finally gained complete control over his poor apprentice.

"It is time for you to die now, Jedi!"

Obi-Wan barely had finished speaking when he had lifted his lightsaber and jumped forward. Qui-Gon was barely able to block the fierce and violent attack, but he remained focus and opened himself fully to the Force. The Force would guide him, he just had to trust in it.

Their fight turned more fierce and violent and Obi-Wan lacked the grace he normally had during a sparring or fight with the lightsaber. He was one of the best lightsaber wielders Qui-Gon had ever encountered and with a few more years, he could easily surpass even Mace Windu. And even though the Jedi Master was the more experienced fighter, Obi-Wan also had the advantage of age. His body was more agile and he had more stamina than Qui-Gon and the older man soon reached his limits, when their deadly dance became even faster.

"Good, good. Channel your hatred and strike, my young apprentice!"

Qui-Gon suddenly found himself at the receiving end of a very complex move, which looked suspiciously like Dooku's fighting style, and his emerald green lightsaber was pushed out of his hand. The green blade deactivated and the lightsaber scattered to the ground and with a subtle Force push of Obi-Wan, the lightsaber tumbled down the pit, out of Qui-Gon's reach. Obi-Wan's blue lightsaber soon followed its green counterpart.

The Jedi Master was left defenceless and at the younger man's mercy, who send the long haired male with a well aimed kick to the ribs, tumbling to the ground. Qui-Gon wheezed in pain, it felt as if at least on of his ribs had been broken from the kick, yet he forced away the tears and looked up at his lost son.

"Do it! Kill him!"

"Any last words, Jedi?" Obi-Wan asked.

Qui-Gon nodded, "Yes… I am sorry that it has to end this way. I should never have taken you as my apprentice, I knew that I was not worthy to teach you, I see that now! You have no idea, how much I wished I could travel back in time to either be a better Master to you or to search a more suitable and worthy Master for you. Unfortunately I cannot change the past, I can only ask your forgiveness, even though I do not even deserve it… Forgive me Obi-Wan, my Padawan… my son!"


At some point during his speech, Qui-Gon had lowered his head so that his hair hid most of his face. Obi-Wan was still able to see the tears that were now flowing down the Jedi Master cheek's and somehow that sight made him hesitate. Something was not right here, but why couldn't he figure out what it was?

"What are you waiting for? Kill him!" the voice in his head urged him to do and Obi-Wan wondered once more to whom it belonged. His musings however where interrupted when a strong and dark Force suggestion was send his way and he once more fell into the darkness that started to close in on him.


Qui-Gon didn't see Obi-Wan, yet he felt the movement of the younger man. He wondered why Obi-Wan had hesitated, but decided not to dwell too long about it. He wanted to join the Force without a single thought or doubt, he shouldn't dwell on something he had lost.

The blade buzzed when it was wielded downwards, yet it stopped mere inches away from Qui-Gon's neck, when a voice sounded from the entrance.