~Chapter 6~
The red lightsaber was coming closer. He tried to block it but his arms wouldn't move. All around him, there were pools of blood and jedi dying. A hooded figure cackled. A jedi, clothed in black, ignited his green lightsaber, ready to strike down the hooded figure, but another figure stepped in the way. He was completely black and wore a mask with an artificial breather. He had a red lightsaber. A sith.
"No! NOOO!" ObiWan woke with a cry.
Qui Gon ran to his side. "ObiWan! What is the matter?"
ObiWan rolled his head over to look at Qui Gon. "Sith...coming...for me." He whispered; then fell asleep again.
Qui Gon frowned. Obviously, his padawan was still having nightmares. But what were they about? Qui Gon placed his hand on ObiWan's forehead and used the Force to block the nightmares till he woke up.
The next morning, ObiWan woke up from the first peaceful and natural sleep he had had in months. An air mask was strapped over his mouth, and an IV was taped to his arm. Qui Gon was sleeping in the chair next to him with his hand on his shoulder.
ObiWan smiled. It felt good to be back in the Jedi Temple with his master.
"Master?" Obiwan gently pushed Qui Gon's arm. "Wake up!"
Qui Gon woke with a start. He grinned when he saw ObiWan awake and smiling. ObiWan hugged his master tightly. "I missed you." Obiwan whispered.
"You gave me an awful scare." Qui Gon pushed his padawan away and looked him in the eye. "Don't ever do anything like that again!"
ObiWan nodded solemnly, but then grinned. He couldn't help it. He felt so happy to be back.
"Master?" he mumbled into his master's shoulder.
"Yes?"
"When can I go back home?"
Later that day, Tahila stopped by ObiWan's room to see how he was doing. She grinned when she saw ObiWan awake and sitting up, playing holo chess with his master. They both looked up happily, but ObiWan's grin slowly faded.
"How are you doing, ObiWan? Can I get you anything?" She asked.
ObiWan shook his head. "No, I'm fine. Thanks though."
Tahila nodded and walked out the door.
Qui Gon frowned at his padawan. "I thought you were going to apologize for your behavior."
ObiWan nodded. "I was, but she makes it really hard with her always-happy-attitude thing." He sighed impatiently. "I'm going to be so relieved when I can leave this place."
Qui Gon cleared his throat and looked up from the chess board. "I need to talk to you about something, ObiWan."
"Yes?"
"Master Lang doesn't want you to leave until your nightmares end. So you could be here for a couple weeks more."
ObiWan slumped down onto his pillow and covered his face with his hands. "No! I want to go home!"
Qui Gon worriedly rubbed his padawan's back. He had wanted to take ObiWan back home because he thought he would recover faster, but Master Lang had wanted ObiWan to stay here for observation.
"ObiWan?"
Silence.
"ObiWan. I know you want to go home. I want you to come back too, more than anything, but Master Lang wants to keep a close eye on you for a while." Qui Gon paused. "He also wants you to see a mind healer."
ObiWan's head shot up. "What! There isn't anything wrong with me mentally! All I did was stop eating!"
Qui Gon frowned. "But why did you stop eating?"
"Because of the nightmares..." ObiWan muttered. "But how is he going to stop my nightmares?" He suddenly threw his pillow to the floor. "I HATE my life!"
Qui Gon frowned again. "The mind healer is going to help you release your nightmares into the Force. It should only take one or two sessions with him, but I've heard that they can last hours. People can come out completely exhausted, so Master Lang is waiting for you to gain back all your strength." He patted Obi-Wan and stood up. "I am to meet with the Council in fifteen minutes. I'll be back soon."
Obi-Wan scowled as he watched his master walk out the door. His whole day had just been ruined.
"I know what you are thinking, my padawan. That is not the way of the Jedi. A Jedi knows not anger nor hatred."
Obi-Wan muttered under his breath.
"I'm sorry?"
"I said," Obi-Wan paused, "I didn't know you knew the Code that well. I assumed that if you had known the Code like you were supposed to, you would have been on the Council by now."
Qui Gon stopped abruptly. He turned around and started back for the Hall of Healing. Right now, it was more important to teach his padawan respect then go to a Council meeting.
Obi-Wan sensed his master coming back. "I'm sorry, Master! I didn't mean it. Please, Master, you will be late for the Council meeting."
"I am more concerned about teaching my padawan respect."
Obi-Wan groaned.
Moments later, Qui Gon entered Obi-Wan room. His eyes flashed. "Would you like to explain yourself, padawan?"
"It just came out, Master. I didn't even want to say it."
Qui Gon asked sarcastically, "It came out of nowhere?"
"I don't know! I said that I was sorry. I meant it!"
Qui Gon raised his eyebrows. He knew and felt that his padawan was embarrassed and flustered, but Obi-Wan needed to learn discipline. "So a simple, Sorry, solves everything?"
Obi-Wan shook his head.
"I would have had you help with the younglings or something like that, but since you are trapped in this room till you are better, I will leave you to yourself for a day. That means I will not allow Tahila, Master Lang, or anyone else to visit you for twenty-four hours. I, myself, will sleep at home tonight." Qui Gon stood up to leave.
Obi-Wan grabbed his arm. "No! Please, Master! I can't sleep by myself! Please!"
Qui Gon ignored him and left the room. He would be in for it with the Jedi Council.
Obi-Wan picked up his pillow from the floor and lay down. How could his master be so mean?
"Obiwan."
He quickly shut their bond and continued. "A Jedi knows not anger nor hatred." He mimicked his master's voice. Why was he even acting like this? He lay down and stared at the ceiling. This would be a long twenty-four hours.
Hey! Sorry about the delay. I meant to post this chapter last Thursday, but then school got in the way. O_o This wasn't my best chapter...sorry. But anyway...how do you like the story so far?
