Author: Sheleigh
Disclaimers: See first chapter!
Notes: Last chapter- story is now finished!
Green and red sabres clashed, sparks flying from the force behind the blows. Qui-Gon furiously beat the cloaked figure back, allowing rage to fuel his every action. His opponent intercepted each slash with ease; Shetan let out a cruel laugh, only fueling Qui-Gon's anger more.
"Killed your precious boy, Jinn. Sorry 'bout that, he was a… bother. Useless really. But you? You have an anger the boy didn't have. You would be a good… sith, I think." Jinn let out a growl, and rushed forward, green sabre slashing towards Shetan's stomach. "Ahh… now now, my dear man, temper temper! It does go against all your precious Jedi training…"
Qui-Gon's sabre dropped from the defensive position to hang limply at his side, the Master's rage forgotten. He didn't see the red sabre rushing towards his neck.
****
Obi-Wan blinked furiously, trying to clear his bleary vision. His eyes finally cleared, only to be blinded by an incredibly bright light. The boy walked around the flawless brightness, before… running into a wall. Obi-Wan jumped back, looking quite startled. A familiar laugh floated around the room. Obi-Wan spun around, and came face to face with himself.
"What?!" Obi-Wan yelped, jumping back in surprise.
"Don't be afraid. I am you, just as you are me. I am Obi-Wan Kenobi… and this is your sub-consciousness. You were… brought here after Shetan gave you a drug that made you "die." Which of course you didn't, for I wouldn't be here, nor would you."
"Um… I am confused." Obi-Wan's sub-conscious form laughed again.
"All will be explained… but not now. Now, you must return to the land of the living, to save your Master."
****
Obi-Wan's eyes snapped open, immediately taking in his surroundings. He found himself laying on the floor, robe draped over his body. He surged forward, first to a sitting position, then a standing. The boy winced, feeling a pain shoot through his body. The Force flowed through him, warned him of a danger, not for himself, for he had survived his ordeal, but for his Master. Obi-Wan ran, pausing momentarily to gather his sabre from where it sat, forgotten, on the floor. Even as he ran, he reached out for the Force, pinpointed his Master's location, and took off, intent on saving him.
The Force led Obi-Wan to a small room, in which he sensed his Master's presence. All pretense of caution forgotten, Obi-Wan burst through the door, just in time to see a blood red sabre at his Master's neck. The boy cried out, horrified, bringing both the red sabre to an abrupt halt, and Jedi Master Qui-Gon to his feet.
Obi-Wan lifted a hand, allowed the Force to fill him until it was almost painful, yet still serene, and Force shoved Shetan away from his Master. In the seconds it took to do this, Qui-Gon had run towards the boy, catching him as fell.
***
Shetan slid down the wall, vision blackening. 'How did the boy survive? HOW!' The lightside Force swelled around the dark lord. 'NO!' Shetan started to convulse in pain. Master and Apprentice stood back, watching the man who was being consumed by the light. A blinding flash of light over took the room, and when it once again became dim all that remained of Shetan was a black robe, and a small crystal, coloured black.
"Master, I don't understand. How am I alive? I should be dead…" Obi-Wan Kenobi winced as his Master placed rubbed more bacta on the wounds received from the late Shetan's Force lightning.
"I don't know the answer, Padawan." Qui-Gon Jinn sighed. "But I thank the Force that you are still alive, My Padawan." Jinn stopped rubbing the bacta on the boy's back and tousled his hair. "Enough of that now… we shall discuss this in depth later. Now you are to get some rest." Obi-Wan nodded, and wordlessly slipped into his bed. Qui-Gon walked over to the boy, dropped a kiss on the ginger hair, then tucked his Padawan into bed. "Good night, Obi-Wan."
"Night, Master…" Obi-Wan curled up in the warmth of the blankets, and was asleep momentarily.
****
Obi-Wan woke up, and found himself curled up in the middle of large, very grand chamber. The boy glanced around, confused. He got up, walking around the room numerous times, intent upon finding out where he was. The boy was interrupted mid-walk by a golden glow that appeared in the middle of the room. He turned towards it, and was startled to see a man, clearly quite elderly, standing in the middle of the room.
"W-who are you?" The elderly man smiled gently, and motioned Obi-Wan over. He complied, walked over, and settled on his knees at the man's feet.
"Do not be afraid, child. You come here seeking answers to your questions?" Obi-Wan jerked back in surprise, but nodded in agreement. "I have your answers."
"Excuse me, sir, but who are you?" The man let out a low chuckle.
"I am the Force, child."
"The Force?!" The man smiled again.
"Yes, child, the Force. Put into a form similar to your own."
"Sir, er… what should I call you?"
"Call me what you wish, child." Obi-Wan glanced around nervously. "You must hurry, we have little time."
"How did I survive that injection?!" Obi-Wan blurted.
"Child, I couldn't allow you to die. You are much too valuable, as painful as it may be for you." Obi-Wan shuddered at the feeling of foreboding the man unintentionally spoke of.
"What do you mean?" The man cast his gaze else where.
"You have painful times ahead of you, child. The Force will be with you… always." The man glowed a golden colour again, and slowly faded out. "Remember, child. Always."
****
Obi-Wan jerked awake, hands coming up to grip his head. A headache pounded in his head, causing his vision to blur. 'What was that?' he searched his memory, attempting to remember anything. His mind drew a blank. Obi-Wan leapt out of bed, settling down on the floor in a meditative posture. He sighed quietly, and allowed himself to sink into the comfort the Force provided.
Master and Apprentice walked towards the King's chamber. The mission, due to events concerning one Dr. Shetan, had been put on hold- temporarily. Now the two Jedi had another something to concern themselves with, which was probably all the better, for they were unsure how to react to the events that had taken place previously.
Qui-Gon knocked quietly at the chamber door, and after a brief pause entered. The King stood, and offered his hand. Jinn took it, then introduced himself, and Obi-Wan.
"We are sorry for not introducing ourselves right away, Your Highness, but some… problems came up." The King smiled. "We wish to attend to negotiations between you and your people immediately." The king's smile was suddenly very forced.
"That won't be necessary, Master Jedi. It would appear that the people of my planet were under the control of Shetan. All I request of you now, is to mediate the signing of the peace treaty." Qui-Gon nodded respectfully, then bowed.
"We would be honoured, Your Majesty." The Master turned and left, with Obi- Wan following behind him.
Obi-Wan fell, exhausted, onto the small cot in the ship he was to ride home on. The peace treaty, signed earlier that day, had signaled the end of the mission. 'And the beginning of a very long ride home. Master Qui-Gon has barely spoken to me… I wonder what is wrong.' A smile flitted across the young man's face. He sighed, relaxed again onto the cot, and fell into a deep slumber.
****
Qui-Gon walked into the room that his apprentice was quietly sleeping in. He came to a stop beside the boy's bed, hand reaching out to rest on his apprentice's hand. The boy stirred, becoming aware of his Master's presence. Qui-Gon quickly hushed him, settling him back into sleep. Jinn knelt on the floor, and again took comfort in the Force.
Qui-Gon came out of his meditation two hours later, aware the Obi-Wan was awake. He opened his eyes, to see his apprentice looking at him intently. Obi-Wan offered a smile towards his Master.
"Hello, Master."
"Padawan. I trust you slept well?" Obi-Wan nodded vigorously.
"Quite well, Master. And your meditation?" Qui-Gon also nodded his head.
"It was satisfactory. Excuse me, Padawan, I must check on the ETA." Obi-Wan glanced away.
"Of course, Master." Jinn stood up and glided out of the room, silently berating himself.
'Force, Jinn. That was some conversation. Your apprentice miraculously comes back from the dead, and you ask him how he slept.' Qui-Gon sighed, and walked into the cockpit. He slid into the pilot's chair, and sat, brooding.
****
Obi-Wan paced the length of the room. He spun, and paced back in the direction he had just come. This kept up, until he noticed his Master's agitation at his own agitation. Obi-Wan stopped, glancing around frantically for something to keep his mind occupied. The young man's eyes settled on his forgotten data pad, not touched since the mission began. He sat down, and started to write.
'Interesting mission. Too much to tell in a short amount of time. I almost died… err, I did die... and then came back to life. Don't know… perhaps this is a dream.' Obi-Wan stopped, confused. 'I don't know how it can be possible for one to be alive and then dead… I think the Force had something to do with it. I swear I talked to the Force… if that is possible.' Obi-Wan shut the data pad off, sensing his Master's presence coming towards him.
Soon enough, Qui-Gon himself walked into the room which Obi-Wan occupied.
"Padawan, we need to talk."
"Yes, Master."
"First off, Padawan, you alright after your ordeal?"
"Yes, Master." Qui-Gon nodded.
"Good, good. Padawan, I believe I need to tell you something."
"Master?" Silently, Obi-Wan cringed from Qui-Gon's statement. 'Force, what is he going to tell me? He doesn't want me as a Padawan… or worse?'
"I…" Qui-Gon paused, collecting his thoughts. "I owe you an apology, Obi- Wan." Obi-Wan started to say something, but Qui-Gon quickly held up his hand. "Let me finish please. I owe you an apology, because I haven't been the best master I could be. I neglected you." Obi-Wan again tried to interject. "No, Obi-Wan. You can't deny it. Perhaps not in the aspect of training, but most certainly when it came to your emotional needs." Qui-Gon moved forward, and sat next to his apprentice. He pulled him into an embrace. Through the bond, he sent all his love. Obi-Wan relaxed against his Master, and quietly started crying. "It's all right, my son. Let it out." He stroked Obi-Wan's hair softly. Obi-Wan continued to cry, allowing his fear of rejection to slip away.
A short time later, he pulled away from his Master's embrace. "Master?" he hesitantly started. Qui-Gon smiled warmly at his apprentice.
"Yes, my Padawan?"
"Love you too." Obi-Wan shyly smiled at his Master. Qui-Gon laughed quietly, and pulled his apprentice back into his arms.
"And I you, Padawan." The moment was interrupted by a growl from Obi-Wan's stomach. Obi-Wan blushed bright red. "But perhaps food would be in order first?" Obi-Wan flushed an even brighter red.
"Food sounds wonderful, Master!" Obi-Wan stood quickly, and made a mad dash for the small kitchenette. Qui-Gon stood and followed Obi-Wan. Soon the two were sitting down to a meal, all past sorrows forgotten.
-END-
Authors note: Jee, just about gave myself tooth decay from writing that. I hardly ever write mush! Mush! Do read it though! ^_~ Hope you enjoyed this little story! Until next time!
Disclaimers: See first chapter!
Notes: Last chapter- story is now finished!
Green and red sabres clashed, sparks flying from the force behind the blows. Qui-Gon furiously beat the cloaked figure back, allowing rage to fuel his every action. His opponent intercepted each slash with ease; Shetan let out a cruel laugh, only fueling Qui-Gon's anger more.
"Killed your precious boy, Jinn. Sorry 'bout that, he was a… bother. Useless really. But you? You have an anger the boy didn't have. You would be a good… sith, I think." Jinn let out a growl, and rushed forward, green sabre slashing towards Shetan's stomach. "Ahh… now now, my dear man, temper temper! It does go against all your precious Jedi training…"
Qui-Gon's sabre dropped from the defensive position to hang limply at his side, the Master's rage forgotten. He didn't see the red sabre rushing towards his neck.
****
Obi-Wan blinked furiously, trying to clear his bleary vision. His eyes finally cleared, only to be blinded by an incredibly bright light. The boy walked around the flawless brightness, before… running into a wall. Obi-Wan jumped back, looking quite startled. A familiar laugh floated around the room. Obi-Wan spun around, and came face to face with himself.
"What?!" Obi-Wan yelped, jumping back in surprise.
"Don't be afraid. I am you, just as you are me. I am Obi-Wan Kenobi… and this is your sub-consciousness. You were… brought here after Shetan gave you a drug that made you "die." Which of course you didn't, for I wouldn't be here, nor would you."
"Um… I am confused." Obi-Wan's sub-conscious form laughed again.
"All will be explained… but not now. Now, you must return to the land of the living, to save your Master."
****
Obi-Wan's eyes snapped open, immediately taking in his surroundings. He found himself laying on the floor, robe draped over his body. He surged forward, first to a sitting position, then a standing. The boy winced, feeling a pain shoot through his body. The Force flowed through him, warned him of a danger, not for himself, for he had survived his ordeal, but for his Master. Obi-Wan ran, pausing momentarily to gather his sabre from where it sat, forgotten, on the floor. Even as he ran, he reached out for the Force, pinpointed his Master's location, and took off, intent on saving him.
The Force led Obi-Wan to a small room, in which he sensed his Master's presence. All pretense of caution forgotten, Obi-Wan burst through the door, just in time to see a blood red sabre at his Master's neck. The boy cried out, horrified, bringing both the red sabre to an abrupt halt, and Jedi Master Qui-Gon to his feet.
Obi-Wan lifted a hand, allowed the Force to fill him until it was almost painful, yet still serene, and Force shoved Shetan away from his Master. In the seconds it took to do this, Qui-Gon had run towards the boy, catching him as fell.
***
Shetan slid down the wall, vision blackening. 'How did the boy survive? HOW!' The lightside Force swelled around the dark lord. 'NO!' Shetan started to convulse in pain. Master and Apprentice stood back, watching the man who was being consumed by the light. A blinding flash of light over took the room, and when it once again became dim all that remained of Shetan was a black robe, and a small crystal, coloured black.
"Master, I don't understand. How am I alive? I should be dead…" Obi-Wan Kenobi winced as his Master placed rubbed more bacta on the wounds received from the late Shetan's Force lightning.
"I don't know the answer, Padawan." Qui-Gon Jinn sighed. "But I thank the Force that you are still alive, My Padawan." Jinn stopped rubbing the bacta on the boy's back and tousled his hair. "Enough of that now… we shall discuss this in depth later. Now you are to get some rest." Obi-Wan nodded, and wordlessly slipped into his bed. Qui-Gon walked over to the boy, dropped a kiss on the ginger hair, then tucked his Padawan into bed. "Good night, Obi-Wan."
"Night, Master…" Obi-Wan curled up in the warmth of the blankets, and was asleep momentarily.
****
Obi-Wan woke up, and found himself curled up in the middle of large, very grand chamber. The boy glanced around, confused. He got up, walking around the room numerous times, intent upon finding out where he was. The boy was interrupted mid-walk by a golden glow that appeared in the middle of the room. He turned towards it, and was startled to see a man, clearly quite elderly, standing in the middle of the room.
"W-who are you?" The elderly man smiled gently, and motioned Obi-Wan over. He complied, walked over, and settled on his knees at the man's feet.
"Do not be afraid, child. You come here seeking answers to your questions?" Obi-Wan jerked back in surprise, but nodded in agreement. "I have your answers."
"Excuse me, sir, but who are you?" The man let out a low chuckle.
"I am the Force, child."
"The Force?!" The man smiled again.
"Yes, child, the Force. Put into a form similar to your own."
"Sir, er… what should I call you?"
"Call me what you wish, child." Obi-Wan glanced around nervously. "You must hurry, we have little time."
"How did I survive that injection?!" Obi-Wan blurted.
"Child, I couldn't allow you to die. You are much too valuable, as painful as it may be for you." Obi-Wan shuddered at the feeling of foreboding the man unintentionally spoke of.
"What do you mean?" The man cast his gaze else where.
"You have painful times ahead of you, child. The Force will be with you… always." The man glowed a golden colour again, and slowly faded out. "Remember, child. Always."
****
Obi-Wan jerked awake, hands coming up to grip his head. A headache pounded in his head, causing his vision to blur. 'What was that?' he searched his memory, attempting to remember anything. His mind drew a blank. Obi-Wan leapt out of bed, settling down on the floor in a meditative posture. He sighed quietly, and allowed himself to sink into the comfort the Force provided.
Master and Apprentice walked towards the King's chamber. The mission, due to events concerning one Dr. Shetan, had been put on hold- temporarily. Now the two Jedi had another something to concern themselves with, which was probably all the better, for they were unsure how to react to the events that had taken place previously.
Qui-Gon knocked quietly at the chamber door, and after a brief pause entered. The King stood, and offered his hand. Jinn took it, then introduced himself, and Obi-Wan.
"We are sorry for not introducing ourselves right away, Your Highness, but some… problems came up." The King smiled. "We wish to attend to negotiations between you and your people immediately." The king's smile was suddenly very forced.
"That won't be necessary, Master Jedi. It would appear that the people of my planet were under the control of Shetan. All I request of you now, is to mediate the signing of the peace treaty." Qui-Gon nodded respectfully, then bowed.
"We would be honoured, Your Majesty." The Master turned and left, with Obi- Wan following behind him.
Obi-Wan fell, exhausted, onto the small cot in the ship he was to ride home on. The peace treaty, signed earlier that day, had signaled the end of the mission. 'And the beginning of a very long ride home. Master Qui-Gon has barely spoken to me… I wonder what is wrong.' A smile flitted across the young man's face. He sighed, relaxed again onto the cot, and fell into a deep slumber.
****
Qui-Gon walked into the room that his apprentice was quietly sleeping in. He came to a stop beside the boy's bed, hand reaching out to rest on his apprentice's hand. The boy stirred, becoming aware of his Master's presence. Qui-Gon quickly hushed him, settling him back into sleep. Jinn knelt on the floor, and again took comfort in the Force.
Qui-Gon came out of his meditation two hours later, aware the Obi-Wan was awake. He opened his eyes, to see his apprentice looking at him intently. Obi-Wan offered a smile towards his Master.
"Hello, Master."
"Padawan. I trust you slept well?" Obi-Wan nodded vigorously.
"Quite well, Master. And your meditation?" Qui-Gon also nodded his head.
"It was satisfactory. Excuse me, Padawan, I must check on the ETA." Obi-Wan glanced away.
"Of course, Master." Jinn stood up and glided out of the room, silently berating himself.
'Force, Jinn. That was some conversation. Your apprentice miraculously comes back from the dead, and you ask him how he slept.' Qui-Gon sighed, and walked into the cockpit. He slid into the pilot's chair, and sat, brooding.
****
Obi-Wan paced the length of the room. He spun, and paced back in the direction he had just come. This kept up, until he noticed his Master's agitation at his own agitation. Obi-Wan stopped, glancing around frantically for something to keep his mind occupied. The young man's eyes settled on his forgotten data pad, not touched since the mission began. He sat down, and started to write.
'Interesting mission. Too much to tell in a short amount of time. I almost died… err, I did die... and then came back to life. Don't know… perhaps this is a dream.' Obi-Wan stopped, confused. 'I don't know how it can be possible for one to be alive and then dead… I think the Force had something to do with it. I swear I talked to the Force… if that is possible.' Obi-Wan shut the data pad off, sensing his Master's presence coming towards him.
Soon enough, Qui-Gon himself walked into the room which Obi-Wan occupied.
"Padawan, we need to talk."
"Yes, Master."
"First off, Padawan, you alright after your ordeal?"
"Yes, Master." Qui-Gon nodded.
"Good, good. Padawan, I believe I need to tell you something."
"Master?" Silently, Obi-Wan cringed from Qui-Gon's statement. 'Force, what is he going to tell me? He doesn't want me as a Padawan… or worse?'
"I…" Qui-Gon paused, collecting his thoughts. "I owe you an apology, Obi- Wan." Obi-Wan started to say something, but Qui-Gon quickly held up his hand. "Let me finish please. I owe you an apology, because I haven't been the best master I could be. I neglected you." Obi-Wan again tried to interject. "No, Obi-Wan. You can't deny it. Perhaps not in the aspect of training, but most certainly when it came to your emotional needs." Qui-Gon moved forward, and sat next to his apprentice. He pulled him into an embrace. Through the bond, he sent all his love. Obi-Wan relaxed against his Master, and quietly started crying. "It's all right, my son. Let it out." He stroked Obi-Wan's hair softly. Obi-Wan continued to cry, allowing his fear of rejection to slip away.
A short time later, he pulled away from his Master's embrace. "Master?" he hesitantly started. Qui-Gon smiled warmly at his apprentice.
"Yes, my Padawan?"
"Love you too." Obi-Wan shyly smiled at his Master. Qui-Gon laughed quietly, and pulled his apprentice back into his arms.
"And I you, Padawan." The moment was interrupted by a growl from Obi-Wan's stomach. Obi-Wan blushed bright red. "But perhaps food would be in order first?" Obi-Wan flushed an even brighter red.
"Food sounds wonderful, Master!" Obi-Wan stood quickly, and made a mad dash for the small kitchenette. Qui-Gon stood and followed Obi-Wan. Soon the two were sitting down to a meal, all past sorrows forgotten.
-END-
Authors note: Jee, just about gave myself tooth decay from writing that. I hardly ever write mush! Mush! Do read it though! ^_~ Hope you enjoyed this little story! Until next time!
