Padme had been going about her day as usual when she was suddenly thrown off balance. She whipped around to look out her window, which had a perfect view of the Jedi Temple, and stared in horror.

In the place of the home of so many she loved, was a huge cloud of smoke, flame and debris.

No! she thought blindly. Qui-Gon…Obi-Wan…Anakin! Then suddenly she remembered. Anakin had vanished. He wasn't at the Jedi Temple. But then where was he?

Padme fell to the ground helplessly, sobbing, No…no…

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Anakin grinned at his son and his former Master's petrified stares of horror.

"Shall we see that again?" Anakin pressed another button. The image of the Jedi Temple exploding repeated itself—again…and again…and again.

Then, for some strange reason, the two Jedi felt calm. Obi-Wan shook his head at his old friend.

"Why, Anakin? Why?"

All three drew out their lightsabers and activated them.

And then.

Then, they fought.

Father against son.

Brother against brother.

As they fought, they traveled the building. Up ahead, Obi-Wan noticed a series of laser doors. And they were getting closer.

Suddenly, a booted foot slammed into Obi-Wan's chest. Obi-Wan flew back painfully. Once he regained breath, Obi-Wan stood up and ran after the Sith and Qui-Gon.

But he was too far behind. Anakin had gotten all the way through the laser doors, Qui-Gon only had one to go and Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan bit back bitter frustration, and he hadn't even made it through one.

The seconds passed by like hours, the minutes like eternity and finally, the doors hissed open, one by one. As Qui-Gon and Anakin returned to their fight, Obi-Wan ran. But he wasn't fast enough—again.

The last laser door hissed closed in front of Obi-Wan.

And, suddenly, this all seemed very familiar.

The same hopeless feeling from those so many years ago welled up inside of Obi-Wan.

Instead of Anakin, he saw a red and black tattooed Zabrak. Instead of his Padawan, he saw his Master.

All of a sudden, Obi-Wan knew what was going to happen.

"NO!" he screamed, right before Qui-Gon Skywalker was impaled by his father's lightsaber.

'No matter what happens, your father loves you.' Qui-Gon was frozen with shock and pain.

Odd form of portraying love, Qui-Gon thought numbly.

"Father…" he whispered hoarsely, so quietly, Anakin barely heard him. "Father…I-I…I'm sorry…" For what, Qui-Gon had no idea. "Father…I-I…I love you, father…dad…" Qui-Gon crumpled over, his world turning forever black.

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