These are just little random one-shots that I will be doing about the relationship between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. They will be updated as often as I can, and if any wants me to expand on any of them or if you have a prompt for me, just say in the review :)
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Prompt from : I have been following this story forever and I absolutely love it! What about some good old fashioned hurt/comfort? Maybe Obi-Wan is captured on a mission and is rescued months later, scarred in body and in mind. Nobody can get through to him except one person because he's too freaked out/agitated?
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"You do not intimidate me Tyranus." Sneered Obi-Wan, trying to remain strong as the Sith Lord strode closer, despite being cut off from the Force through the use of a Force collar, "No matter how powerful you think you are, you are still just- "
He was interrupted as Tyranus grabbed the collar of his tunic and shoved him against the wall, causing the younger Jedi to grunt. Before Obi-Wan could react, the Sith Lord cuffed his hands to the wall and smirked at how the Jedi tensed and struggled against the restraints.
"You are wrong Master Kenobi…" sneered Lord Tyranus, otherwise known as Count Dooku, "… with you by my side, I shall be more powerful than anyone could have ever imagined."
"I'll never join you."
"Yes… you will. Eventually."
As Tyranus leaned in, placing his fingers against the sides of Obi-Wan's head, Obi-Wan's struggles intensified.
There was a foreign sensation in his head…. Familiar to when Master Qui-Gon first initiated the Master-Padawan bond.
"Get out!" he muttered, grinding his teeth together as he tried to force the presence out, "Get out!"
"Just let me in Obi-Wan…" Dooku ordered, trying and failing to be soothing, "… it'll hurt much less if you just let me in."
"Never!"
"Then it will hurt… and you will learn."
…
Mace Windu frowned as they crept through the Sith hideout, hands clutching lightsabers as he and Captain Rex's team made their way through the corridors.
3 months.
It had been 3 entire months since Master Obi-Wan Kenobi fell out of contact with them during a stealth solo mission… and he hadn't been seen or heard from since.
"Spread out…" ordered Windu, "… Attack formation Delta 5. I don't want anyone getting past us without several blaster shots in their chest."
"Yes Sir!"
The corridors were dark, and smelled strongly of bodily fluids, probably due to the number of bodies that got dragged from the cells, to the interrogation rooms… and sometimes back again.
Reaching out with the Force, Windu desperately searched for Obi-Wan's signature…. Nothing. The same result that there had been for the last three months.
"Search every room." He ordered, "I want General Kenobi found." He didn't want to say the obvious…. Dead or alive.
Going up the corridor, checking every room as they went, Mace grew more and more concerned when every search turned up negative results…. Maybe Obi-Wan wasn't here anymore. Maybe Dooku had had him moved.
Very soon, the team had one door left.
Using the Force to slowly open the door, Mace cautiously eased into the deserted room… well, almost deserted.
Sitting in the corner, a vacant stare on his face and arms limp by his side… was Obi-Wan.
"Force help us." Whispered Mace as he quickly scanned the room, tiptoeing over to the still form of his friend (hoping to avoid setting off any traps). "Obi-Wan…. Obi-Wan!"
Nothing.
The young Master was missing the top half of his tunic, meaning that exposed whip marks and Lightsaber burns were on show.
Uncharacteristically, Mace let out a furious curse (shocking the clone troopers behind him) and rushed over to the downed Jedi. "Obi-Wan… Obi-Wan say something."
Nothing. Obi-Wan just stared blankly at his friend…. It put a meaning to the phrase 'the lights are on, but no-one's home.'
"We need to get him to the Healers. Now!" ordered Mace, lifting Obi-Wan into his arms, "Cover us!"
….
"What do you mean there's been no reaction?" demanded Mace as he and the rest of the council talked with the Healer, "You can't have tried everything."
"I'm afraid we have Master Windu…" sighed the Healer, "… even some of our most talented mind healers haven't been able to do anything. The physical wounds were easily dealt with…. But we have some disturbing suspicions that he may have been mind-raped… several times over the course of his captivity."
The council all bowed their heads in grief.
To mind-rape a member of the Jedi Order was one of the cruellest acts that could ever be imagined. Because of their connection to the Force and their methods of communication, being mind-raped could cause a backlash which would cause a Jedi to shut down until their minds were sure that they were safe.
"Is there anything we can do?"
"…. We're hoping a familiar voice might bring him back to himself. Is there anyone who may fit that criteria?"
Mace and Yoda glanced at each other in concern. With Anakin and Ashoka on a undercover mission that was crucial to the war, and Commander Cody leading a mission against the Separatists with another Jedi Master (whilst Obi-Wan was missing), there was hardly anyone else left who Obi-Wan was close enough to.
"Try, me and Master Windu should." Sighed Master Yoda, "Successful, we may be."
Privately, Mace disagreed. Whilst Master Kenobi was their colleague, many of the council didn't have any personal dealing with him…. Well, none of them except Master Yoda.
It was worth a try.
…
Nothing.
Obi-Wan still remained in an 'awake coma' state, staring blindly at the wall despite all efforts to make him talk.
"What should we do Master?" Mace asked Yoda, trying not to sound worried as they watched the Healers tend to Obi-Wan's physical wounds, "Isn't there anyone else we can try…. Maybe old holo-vids of Qui-Gon?"
"Tried that, we have…" Yoda sighed, "… no response, Obi-Wan had."
"…. What about his old friends from his initiate and padawan years?"
"Claimed many lives, this war has…. With the Force, or on a mission, his friends are."
"So that's it then. There's no-one else that we can bring in to help."
There was a brief silence, before Yoda shook his head. "One more option, we do have. A last resort, it is."
"Who?"
…
"You have got to be joking Master Yoda…" muttered Mace as they headed up to the small building, "… Surely we can wait until one of Obi-Wan's friends comes back from a mission?"
"Very little time, we have. Permanent, the condition may become."
"…. But here?"
Master Yoda simply smiled mysteriously as a large Besalisk came out of the kitchen and beamed upon seeing them, his four arms open wide.
"Jedi Master!" announced Dex, "Come, come! There's always a table for the Jedi! I'll be with you in a moment!"
With their only other interaction with a Besalisk being with Pong Krell (who was one of the more… solemn members of the order), getting such an enthusiastic greeting from the diner came as bit of a shock.
After seating themselves at the table, with the waitress quickly taking some drink orders, it didn't take long for Dex to join them.
"Sorry about that gents…" he apologised, "… the lunch rush hour can take a lot out of us."
Yoda nodded in understanding, having sent plenty of Padawan's to work in the kitchens during lunchtime as a punishment. It was very effective in wearing them out.
"So…. What can I do for you gentleman?"
Glancing at each other, the Jedi pair silently decided that Mace would take the lead.
"I assume you heard the news that Master Obi-Wan Kenobi went missing almost three months ago?"
Dex nodded sadly.
"… Well, we found him."
Almost immediately, the Besalisk's face lit up. "Excellent! Is he alright?"
At the tense silence, Dex frowned, "He's not- "
"Dead, he is not." Interrupted Yoda, "But living, he is not either."
Dex frowned in confusion, rolling his eyes slightly at the cryptic statement. "I remember Qui-Gon being exactly the same…" he muttered, "…. Could never just tell me what the matter was. It all had to be in riddles."
"So…. You've known Obi-Wan for a long time then?" Asked Mace, "Through his old Master."
"Yep! I've known that kid since he was this high!" Dex held up his hand to indicate how tall Obi-Wan was, "He and his Master used to come in here all the time!"
"Do you think he'd recognise you?"
"… I hope so. What is this all about?"
Mace sighed wearily. "It appears as though whoever took Obi-Wan… was cruel and imposed one of the worst acts upon him. He's broken…. He just sits there staring at a wall, having to fed through a tube. We have tried to wake him up, but nothing has worked so far… you're our only hope."
There was a brief silence, before Dex nodded in determination. "What do you need me to do?"
….
To say that the majority of the Order was surprised to see the large, slightly un-kempt Besalisk make his way through the corridors after Master Windu and Master Yoda would be an understatement.
Pong Krell was a rare visitor to the Temple, usually preferring to be on missions, so many of the initiates and younger padawans had never seen a Besalisk in real-life before.
Poor Dex seemed un-nerved by all the attention, but kept his head down and his two lower hands grabbing his bag until they reached the Healer's Wing.
"Through that door, Obi-Wan is…." Stated Yoda, "…. Difficult, this may be."
"Hey, Qui-Gon always insisted that if anything happened to him, I should take care of Obi-Wan…" Dex chuckled, "… hell, I even said that if your Order kicked the kid out, I'd take him in."
Mace frowned at this, "You would have?"
"Yep…. He was so skinny, I could have really used to clean out the vents."
Before the two Jedi could answer, Dex walked into Obi-Wan's room and closed the door behind him.
…..
"Oh kid…." Muttered Dex sadly as he stopped a metre away from the bed, "… what happened to you?"
Obi-Wan didn't react, still staring at the wall as the Besalisk stepped closer.
"Those two masters told me that you're doing this to protect yourself…. Shutting yourself away from everything so that you don't break or say anything you shouldn't…. but you're safe now Obi-Wan. Listen to me. You. Are. Safe."
There was no response, causing Dex to sigh wearily. "I figured that just speaking to you wouldn't work…" Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a Tupperware box, "…. So, I brought this."
As he cracked open the lid, the smell of freshly cooked meat and vegetables that had been boiled in stock and gravy filled the room. Dex took a deep breath in and sighed in satisfaction. "All they've tried to do is tell you you're safe…" muttered the Besalisk, "…. But I bet they haven't tried familiar smells."
Pulling out a couple of utensils, Dex beamed at Oi-Wan. "If your favourite stew can't pull you out of this, then nothing will!"
For around half an hour, there was silence, broken only by the sounds of the Besalisk eating his way through his own container of food.
"You're missing out Obi-Wan…" he muttered, knowing that soon, the nurse would expect him to leave, "…. I don't make this very often you know, not with how long it takes for the meat to cook just right…. I only ever really used to cook it when I knew you and your Master would be visiting."
Dex sighed, "I do miss your Master you know…. He was always kind to me. He saved my life you know; did I ever tell you that story? It was long before he become a fancy Jedi Master and- "
There!
Dex stopped in the middle of his sentence and stared at Obi-Wan…. More specifically, the hand that just twitched.
"Obi-Wan?" he whispered, pulling himself closer and taking a hold of the younger man's hand, "Obi-Wan, listen to me…. You're safe now."
The hand twitched again, accompanied by low murmuring as Obi-Wan started to blink wearily, his gaze becoming unfocused.
"Obi-Wan?"
"Mmmmmm…. Dex?"
Dex thought his face was going to split in half from the force of his grin. "Yeah…. Yeah it's me?"
With the blank stare gone, Obi-Wan was clearly confused as to where he was and he glanced around.
"Where- How- "
"- You're back at the Jedi Temple…" Dex muttered soothingly, "…. Giving everyone grey hairs with worry."
"O-oh, I-I'm sorry I- "
"- It's not your fault Obi-Wan. None of this is your fault."
It took a while, but Obi-Wan eventually nodded, twisting around to smile at Dex. "Thank you… I-I don't know how I'm ever going to- "
"- Forget it Obi-Wan. You just focus on getting better."
"…. Can you stay here? Don't think I haven't smelt that stew."
"Kid…. They'd have to drag me away."
