Chapter II:
A few days later, and Obi Wan was sleeping peacefully again. He still didn't understand why he had seen those images, but something told him that he didn't want to know. He sat in the middle of the sitting room, trying to meditate as Qui Gon ordered him to do, but he was growing restless. The council had called Qui Gon for a meeting, but that was three hours ago, Obi Wan wondered what could be taking so long. Suddenly his comlink beeped.
"Padawan Kenobi, the council requests an audience with you immediately." The council's official aid told him.
"Yes, I'll be right there." He said rising to his feet.
As he made his way to the council room all he could think of was 'oh gods what has he done now?' When Obi Wan entered the council room he noticed Qui Gon standing with his arms folded in the middle of the room 'he looks mad, oh gods what did I do?' Obi Wan bowed to the council and then noticed a woman with auburn hair standing before the council as well, he knew she wasn't a Jedi. Then the woman ran to Obi Wan, and threw her arms around him.
"Oh Obi Wan!" She replied with great joy. "let me look at you" she held him at arms length. "Oh you're so beautiful!"
Obi Wan looked at the woman in great confusion. "I'm sorry?" He asked, looking for help around the woman.
"Padawan Kenobi, like you to meet Mrs. Nynal Kenobi we would." Yoda said gesturing to the woman who held him captive.
"Mrs. Kenobi?" Obi Wan looked shocked.
"Your mother." Qui Gon answered in a flat, angry tone.
"My....my mother?" He looked at the woman, trying to remember. "Mom?"
"Yes Obi Wan, it's been a long time." She smiled, and wrapped her arms around him again. "Oh how I've missed you my son."
"What are you doing here?" He asked still very confused by the whole thing.
"I've come to take you home." She answered, looking in his eyes.
Obi Wan moved away. "But I am home, you let me come here, you can't just take me away."
"That man....that Jedi," she said pointing to Qui Gon "he took you from me when you were only a baby." Tears filled her eyes.
Obi Wan's own eyes grew wide with shock. "No, it can't be....master?" Qui Gon looked away from his apprentice, seemingly embarrassed.
The woman ran face to face with Qui Gon. "He stole you from me!"
Qui Gon looked at the angry woman. "If I hadn't, then he would've been dead by now."
The woman looked at Obi Wan. "My husband was an evil man, I see that now. But I loved him, and my son. Please, my husband is no longer living, let me have my son." She pleaded to the council.
The council looked at each other, Obi Wan could tell this battle between his master and this woman...his mother, had been going on for the three hours before this. Obi Wan's head was spinning.
"Since Obi Wan is not yet of legal age, he must return to the custody of his mother." Mace Windu finally stated, looking very angry with Qui Gon.
Qui Gon's heart sank. "But my masters, I..."
Yoda cut him off, "no longer your concern is he Qui Gon."
This was absurd, of course Obi Wan was his concern. He loved the boy like his own son! How could the force take away such a special spirit away from him?
Obi Wan ran to Qui Gon. "Master?" He was on the brink of tears.
"I'm so sorry padawan." Qui Gon answered looking away.
Obi Wan looked at the council. "Don't I have any say in this? I mean it's my life."
"In two years when you are of legal age, if you still desire you can come back, we will accept you with open arms padawan Kenobi, a good student you have proven to be." Mace said in a kind, yet commanding tone. "Until that time, you must leave with your mother."
Obi Wan couldn't believe what was happening. He knew it had something to do with his dreams, three nights ago he would've never thought this possible.
The council then ordered him to pack up his belongings. After he made his goodbyes to his friends, he walked over to Qui Gon who was looking very solemn. The two men gripped hands, and looked into each other's eyes, neither one able to find the words to say goodbye. As Obi Wan heard his mother call, he slowly let go of his master's hand. Qui Gon's heart broke as their hands let go of each other.
Later that evening Qui Gon returned to his quarters. He looked around the room. He longed to hear the sound of Obi Wan's infernal noise as Qui Gon called it, coming from the radio in his room, but there was nothing, nothing but silence. Qui Gon Looked at the table in front of the couch, there he saw Obi Wan's light saber. Qui Gon picked it up and held it tightly. In all his years of being a Jedi, he's never cried. Now, holding this light saber, his "son's" light saber he began to cry. 'How could this happen?' he didn't understand. The one good thing out of all of this was the knowledge that the man who hurt Obi Wan as a child no longer existed, but deep down Qui Gon still had a very bad feeling about all of this.
Obi Wan Kenobi looked at his new room, it was nice enough, but something was missing. A presence that always made him feel safe. 'So, the boy in my dreams was me.' Obi Wan thought to himself 'how could he not tell me?' He didn't hate Qui Gon for it, but he still wished he had been honest with him. How could he be angry with Qui Gon? He was the only parent figure Obi Wan has ever known, that is until today. Through their time together, Obi Wan had grown more comfortable around his mother, but he missed the temple, his friends, even the council. But mostly he missed his master. He tried several times to contact him through their bond, but he couldn't get through. 'Why can't I contact him?' This really bothered him. Even though he wasn't at the temple, he still had the force, it was as if something was keeping him away from Qui Gon on purpose. 'But who? Or what?' Then he dismissed the thought 'No, that's silly.' Yet, something was wrong, he had a bad feeling deep down, he couldn't quite place it. He wished he could talk to Qui Gon about it. He decided to try the bond again. /Master?/ He called out, suddenly, faintly he felt Qui Gon's presence.
/Obi Wan?/ Qui Gon called back.
/I miss you master/
/I miss you my apprentice, but you must be brave, and keep up with your studies, we don't want you falling too far behind do we?/ Qui Gon tried to make light of the situation.
/No, we don't/ Obi Wan complied, trying not to cry.
Suddenly, Obi Wan felt a chill run down his spine, and he lost Qui Gon's presence. /Master?/ No answer, /master?/ something was defiantly not right.
As Obi Wan went to his door, he noticed it was locked, 'what the...' suddenly a cloud of gas began to fill the room. Obi Wan tried the window, but it wouldn't budge. As the gas grew closer, Obi Wan held his breath, Jedi can hold their breath for long periods of time, but Obi Wan had not mastered this yet. As he desperately tried to find an escape, he called out to his master, a feeble attempt he knew. /master?/ Dizziness set in as he sniffed the gas. /Master?/ Then he collapsed to the floor, darkness surrounded him, he began to cough /master....help....me./ as he slipped into unconsciousness, he heard laughter, familiar laughter.
/master?/
A few days later, and Obi Wan was sleeping peacefully again. He still didn't understand why he had seen those images, but something told him that he didn't want to know. He sat in the middle of the sitting room, trying to meditate as Qui Gon ordered him to do, but he was growing restless. The council had called Qui Gon for a meeting, but that was three hours ago, Obi Wan wondered what could be taking so long. Suddenly his comlink beeped.
"Padawan Kenobi, the council requests an audience with you immediately." The council's official aid told him.
"Yes, I'll be right there." He said rising to his feet.
As he made his way to the council room all he could think of was 'oh gods what has he done now?' When Obi Wan entered the council room he noticed Qui Gon standing with his arms folded in the middle of the room 'he looks mad, oh gods what did I do?' Obi Wan bowed to the council and then noticed a woman with auburn hair standing before the council as well, he knew she wasn't a Jedi. Then the woman ran to Obi Wan, and threw her arms around him.
"Oh Obi Wan!" She replied with great joy. "let me look at you" she held him at arms length. "Oh you're so beautiful!"
Obi Wan looked at the woman in great confusion. "I'm sorry?" He asked, looking for help around the woman.
"Padawan Kenobi, like you to meet Mrs. Nynal Kenobi we would." Yoda said gesturing to the woman who held him captive.
"Mrs. Kenobi?" Obi Wan looked shocked.
"Your mother." Qui Gon answered in a flat, angry tone.
"My....my mother?" He looked at the woman, trying to remember. "Mom?"
"Yes Obi Wan, it's been a long time." She smiled, and wrapped her arms around him again. "Oh how I've missed you my son."
"What are you doing here?" He asked still very confused by the whole thing.
"I've come to take you home." She answered, looking in his eyes.
Obi Wan moved away. "But I am home, you let me come here, you can't just take me away."
"That man....that Jedi," she said pointing to Qui Gon "he took you from me when you were only a baby." Tears filled her eyes.
Obi Wan's own eyes grew wide with shock. "No, it can't be....master?" Qui Gon looked away from his apprentice, seemingly embarrassed.
The woman ran face to face with Qui Gon. "He stole you from me!"
Qui Gon looked at the angry woman. "If I hadn't, then he would've been dead by now."
The woman looked at Obi Wan. "My husband was an evil man, I see that now. But I loved him, and my son. Please, my husband is no longer living, let me have my son." She pleaded to the council.
The council looked at each other, Obi Wan could tell this battle between his master and this woman...his mother, had been going on for the three hours before this. Obi Wan's head was spinning.
"Since Obi Wan is not yet of legal age, he must return to the custody of his mother." Mace Windu finally stated, looking very angry with Qui Gon.
Qui Gon's heart sank. "But my masters, I..."
Yoda cut him off, "no longer your concern is he Qui Gon."
This was absurd, of course Obi Wan was his concern. He loved the boy like his own son! How could the force take away such a special spirit away from him?
Obi Wan ran to Qui Gon. "Master?" He was on the brink of tears.
"I'm so sorry padawan." Qui Gon answered looking away.
Obi Wan looked at the council. "Don't I have any say in this? I mean it's my life."
"In two years when you are of legal age, if you still desire you can come back, we will accept you with open arms padawan Kenobi, a good student you have proven to be." Mace said in a kind, yet commanding tone. "Until that time, you must leave with your mother."
Obi Wan couldn't believe what was happening. He knew it had something to do with his dreams, three nights ago he would've never thought this possible.
The council then ordered him to pack up his belongings. After he made his goodbyes to his friends, he walked over to Qui Gon who was looking very solemn. The two men gripped hands, and looked into each other's eyes, neither one able to find the words to say goodbye. As Obi Wan heard his mother call, he slowly let go of his master's hand. Qui Gon's heart broke as their hands let go of each other.
Later that evening Qui Gon returned to his quarters. He looked around the room. He longed to hear the sound of Obi Wan's infernal noise as Qui Gon called it, coming from the radio in his room, but there was nothing, nothing but silence. Qui Gon Looked at the table in front of the couch, there he saw Obi Wan's light saber. Qui Gon picked it up and held it tightly. In all his years of being a Jedi, he's never cried. Now, holding this light saber, his "son's" light saber he began to cry. 'How could this happen?' he didn't understand. The one good thing out of all of this was the knowledge that the man who hurt Obi Wan as a child no longer existed, but deep down Qui Gon still had a very bad feeling about all of this.
Obi Wan Kenobi looked at his new room, it was nice enough, but something was missing. A presence that always made him feel safe. 'So, the boy in my dreams was me.' Obi Wan thought to himself 'how could he not tell me?' He didn't hate Qui Gon for it, but he still wished he had been honest with him. How could he be angry with Qui Gon? He was the only parent figure Obi Wan has ever known, that is until today. Through their time together, Obi Wan had grown more comfortable around his mother, but he missed the temple, his friends, even the council. But mostly he missed his master. He tried several times to contact him through their bond, but he couldn't get through. 'Why can't I contact him?' This really bothered him. Even though he wasn't at the temple, he still had the force, it was as if something was keeping him away from Qui Gon on purpose. 'But who? Or what?' Then he dismissed the thought 'No, that's silly.' Yet, something was wrong, he had a bad feeling deep down, he couldn't quite place it. He wished he could talk to Qui Gon about it. He decided to try the bond again. /Master?/ He called out, suddenly, faintly he felt Qui Gon's presence.
/Obi Wan?/ Qui Gon called back.
/I miss you master/
/I miss you my apprentice, but you must be brave, and keep up with your studies, we don't want you falling too far behind do we?/ Qui Gon tried to make light of the situation.
/No, we don't/ Obi Wan complied, trying not to cry.
Suddenly, Obi Wan felt a chill run down his spine, and he lost Qui Gon's presence. /Master?/ No answer, /master?/ something was defiantly not right.
As Obi Wan went to his door, he noticed it was locked, 'what the...' suddenly a cloud of gas began to fill the room. Obi Wan tried the window, but it wouldn't budge. As the gas grew closer, Obi Wan held his breath, Jedi can hold their breath for long periods of time, but Obi Wan had not mastered this yet. As he desperately tried to find an escape, he called out to his master, a feeble attempt he knew. /master?/ Dizziness set in as he sniffed the gas. /Master?/ Then he collapsed to the floor, darkness surrounded him, he began to cough /master....help....me./ as he slipped into unconsciousness, he heard laughter, familiar laughter.
/master?/