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 : For the next one what about something like Obi-Wan starting to have really freaky visions that make him collapse/pass out and Qui-Gon is scared because they could come at any moment (i.e. the training salle, the Council chambers, a mission, etc.) Thank you :)))))))
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"OBI-WAN!"
Obi-Wan glanced around frantically, seeing nothing but red laser walls surrounding him, "Master?"
"OBI-WAN! HELP ME!"
One of the laser walls disappeared, prompting him to run in that direction. Fighting ferociously against a shadowed figure, was his Master.
"HELP ME!" his Master yelled, the shadowed figure forcing him further and further back, "OBI-WAN!"
"Hold on Master!" he screamed, trying to walk forwards, only to find himself unable to move one inch. As he continued to try and move, the shadowed figure's attack increased in fervour and Qui-Gon was forced further and further back.
"I'm coming Master!"
It was too late however, with one swift movement, the shadowed figure kicked Qui-Gon's arms into the air and quickly stabbed Qui-Gon through the mid-section.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Obi-Wan screamed, as his Master fell to the ground.
And then the shadowed figure started to come closer, his red lightsabre lighting up the room, Obi-Wan found his feet glued to the floor.
The figure's breathing started to sound metallic and raspy, before there was a burning sensation in his side.
And then he awoke with a gasp, shooting into a seated position.
"MASTER!"
His bedroom door slid open, and Qui-Gon came rushing in, falling his knees beside Obi-Wan's bed. "Another one?" he asked gently as Obi-Wan nodded, sweat practically pouring from his forehead as his face remained pale.
"There's getting worse Master…" he gasped, his hands shaking as he accepted a glass of water from Qui-Gon, "…. It's always about death. Death and grief and pain and- "
"- Alright, alright." Qui-Gon gently pulled his padawan into a hug and sighed, "We may have to see Master Yoda soon…. With his experience in visions, I think he'll be more help than me."
"Do we have to?"
"…. You had one during training the other day. What if you have one during an important mission, or in your lessons. It's better that we see him sooner, rather than later."
Obi-Wan thought to himself for a few moments, before sighing and nodding. "Alright… we can- "
Suddenly the communicator beeped, and Master Windu's voice could be heard. "Master Jinn. We need you and your padawan to come to the Council Room immediately. We have a mission for you."
….
Death.
The reek of decay was thick in the air, choking him with every breath. In the distance, he could hear his Masters last cry of pain, followed by a raspy, mechanical breathing.
The putrid smell of burnt flesh tore through his nostrils and down his throat. He staggered and stumbled, putting his hand out to catch himself. When he pulled his hand back, it came back bloody.
"I hate you!" cried out a young voice in the distance.
Glancing down at the ground, there was a lake of blood pooling there, his own reflection staring back up at him.
It was like an out of body experience.
He watched the reflection fall back, but he himself wasn't moving. He reached out, wanting to grasp, to grab, but there was nothing but air and blood… with Master Qui-Gon's lifeless eyes staring up at him.
"…Wan! Obi-Wan! OBI-WAN!"
Obi-Wan sat up with a strangled gasp, reaching for nothing, air whistling through a too tight throat as he struggled to come back to his senses.
"Obi-Wan! Obi-Wan, are you alright?!"
Obi-Wan shakily nodded his head, knowing that nobody else would believe him. He was drenched in a cold sweat, his tunic clinging uncomfortably to his skin as his Master pulled him closer, and the rest of the Council stared at him, barely-concealed concern in their eyes.
Bile rose in the back of his throat, an after-effect of the vision that was still ringing in his mind. He swallowed impatiently and tried to push it all away, push back the vision, push back the thoughts, because none of that would help him now, wouldn't help him at all.
"A strong vision, that was." Master Yoda spoke up, "Been having them long, has he Master Jinn?"
"For a few weeks now, they've been getting worse…" Master Qui-Gon reported, although his voice sound like it was underwater, "… we were coming to see you before Master Windu called this meeting."
Obi-Wan knew he had to stop the future… he was being shown it for a reason, surely?
"Obi-Wan?"
Obi-Wan couldn't get his Master's dead eyes out of his mind.
He flung his arms out and caught his Master around the shoulders, the momentum sending them both crashing to the floor, amidst Qui-Gon's exclamation of surprise and Obi-Wan's pulse pounding in his ears.
"Obi-Wan!"
Obi-Wan nearly choked on his breath as he startled back to reality, worried (but alive) grey eyes staring at him. He felt dizzy; the world was trembling all around him.
"I'm sorry…" he whispered, pulling away and curling up into a little ball.
His Master and the rest of the Council were saying something, voices thick with worry and panic, but Obi-Wan couldn't hear it over the pounding in his ears, the rushing of air through his nose and mouth. His Master's arms were tight around him and Obi-Wan realized that the world wasn't shaking; he himself was.
"… Obi-Wan! Obi-Wan, look at me!" Master Jinn ordered, gripping his shoulders tightly.
Obi-Wan could only shake.
"Obi-Wan!"
"What should we do?"
"Should we fetch a mind healer?"
"What vision could have brought this on?"
"Do we really need to ask him? Can't you tell it was traumatic?!"
And through all the clutter of voices around him, Master Jinn's voice drowned them out. "Obi-Wan, calm down. Obi-Wan, I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here. I'm okay. I'm not leaving. Breathe, Obi-Wan. Come on, it's okay."
Obi-Wan forced in a shallow breath, and then another deeper one, his lungs expanding to full capacity before deflating. He did it again, and again, following his Master's orders and praises, because Qui-Gon was there. His Master was fine.
His throat burned. He was still going to be sick… his stomach was still writhing. He felt dizzy and breathless.
"Obi-Wan? Are you alright?" Qui-Gon murmured, "Can you talk to me? What happened?"
"Death…" Obi-Wan muttered, "… so much death."
There was the tapping of a stick, before a glass was pressed into Obi-Wan's hand. "Drink this, you should." Yoda's calm voice spoke up.
Obi-Wan sucked in a deep breath and swallowed three mouthfuls of the water, trying not to throw it back up immediately after.
"Alright?"
Obi-Wan nodded slightly. "Better," he rasped, curling into his Master. He sighed shakily and sat up slightly, trying to get to his feet. "I'm sorry about all the bother I caused."
"You are not a bother Obi-Wan…" Qui-Gon stated firmly, as he glanced back up at the council, "… I think we should be heading back to our rooms."
Obi-Wan nodded in agreement, "That sounds good."
"Any help, do you need?"
Helping Obi-Wan to his feet, Qui-Gon shook his head. "Thank you, Master Yoda, but I think I'll manage…. Can we speak to you later this evening perhaps?"
"Arrange a meeting, I shall." Yoda then turned his attention to Obi-Wan, "Feel better, I hope you will."
Obi-Wan simply nodded, not finding the energy to speak.
…..
Less than thirteen minutes later, they were back in their rooms. They sat on the sofa, with Qui-Gon keeping his arms around Obi-Wan as the younger man began to shake.
"I'm okay…" Qui-Gon eventually muttered, "I know what these visions have been about, and you need to know that I'm alright."
"… I know."
"Everything's okay."
There was silence for a few moments, before Qui-Gon sighed wearily. "I'm worried about you Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan stared blearily at his Master, before trying to straighten and appear stronger. "Don't be… It was just… unexpected. Next time, I'll be better prepared for them."
"I've never seen you like that… you've never been that lost after a vision."
"… I'm sorry."
Qui-Gon's eyebrows furrowed, "Why are you apologising?"
"I made a fool of you… " Obi-Wan eventually sighed, "… I acted like a fool in front of the entire council."
"No! You had a terrible vision… they all understood that!" Qui-Gon smiled softly at his padawan, "They do not think any less of you, and never will."
"… Am I to see Master Yoda?"
"Yes… I think that may be the best course of action."
"And then they'll stop?"
Qui-Gon was silent for a moment, "They'll ease little one… they'll ease."
