*Ewan's girl here- due to popular demand, I'm writing a couple more chapters to this story. It took me a while to go and figure out how I wanted to continue it. Thank you all for enjoying this story. I will have more stories to come.
Chapter XIII:
Three weeks have gone by since the terrible ordeal; Obi Wan was still restricted to the healer's ward. He was fully conscience now, but still had pain; majority of his time was spent on heavy pain medication. Thanks to the bacta tanks, his minor injuries were cured; he still had trouble breathing because of the hole in his lung, and trouble moving because of the broken ribs. He probably would've been better by now, if he hadn't of crawled down the long hall to save his master, damaging himself further, but to Obi Wan it was worth the extra time in the healer's ward.
The first week after Obi Wan returned was an intense one for everyone. Obi Wan's heart gave out 3 times, and had to be resesitated. Qui Gon spent most of his time watching over his healing padawan, he wasn't about to let the boy out of his sight again. Now that Obi Wan was getting better, Qui Gon knew he could begin to focus on himself as well. The elder Jedi had lost quite a lot of weight while caring for his apprentice, and he receive very little sleep. This worried the healers, because they didn't want to have to take care of both master and apprentice. Qui Gon also attended sessions with master Yoda to help get ready for Obi Wan's mind healing. The boy had said very little about the ordeal, he really didn't seem to talk much at all, and this was worrying Qui Gon.
"It's not like him to shut me away master." Qui Gon told Yoda during one of their sessions.
"Suffered much he has, give it time you must." Yoda said, taking a sip of tea.
"I realize this master..."
"Do you? Realize this you do not I think." Yoda chided his former student.
Qui Gon sighed. "I just want the old Obi Wan back."
"Not possible, for a reason too. Stronger this will make him." Yoda took another sip.
"Stronger? Obi Wan is already so strong in the force, why would he possibly need to be any stronger? Why did he have to go through this?" Qui Gon asked, fiddling with his teacup.
Yoda hung his head. "Trying to find the reason I am, know this do I...important is that boy, important to the order."
"I remember when I said that I wouldn't take another apprentice. You said that the apprentice I had would go down in history as one of the greatest Jedi masters ever to live." Qui Gon said, looking at his old master.
Yoda nodded. "Believe me now do you?"
Qui Gon chuckled. "With all my heart master. With all my heart."
**
Obi Wan was in bed, lying on his side. He looked at the wall, he didn't know what else to focus on. He was tired of seeing the looks on people's faces when they came to see him. Most of them knew what had happened to him, worst of all; his master knew what happened to him. 'Why wasn't I strong enough? I'm a Jedi, why couldn't I stop them?' Feelings of shame danced through his head. He didn't want anything, except to lie in that bed forever. He didn't want to go back into the temple to face the people he grew up with. 'At least Bruck is dead, I could imagine the things he'd say about this.' Obi Wan then chided himself for thinking that. 'That's not the Jedi way of thinking Obi Wan. Oh who gives a shit anymore?' Obi Wan let out a long sigh. Qui Gon stepped into the room, he could sense Obi Wan fighting his emotions, and thoughts, but Obi Wan was blocking his master out, protecting him from the awful feelings. It broke Qui Gon's heart to know that the young man wouldn't come to him for guidance. Suddenly Qui Gon realized that Obi Wan was crying.
"Obi Wan?" He asked as he put a reassuring hand on his apprentice's shoulder.
Obi Wan stiffened under the touch. "Don't touch me." He commanded.
Qui Gon removed his hand. Since he has been conscience, Obi Wan hadn't let any men touch him, including his master. "Obi Wan, I want to help."
"I'm fine master." Obi Wan said, still looking at the wall.
"You're not fine padawan. You need help." Qui Gon said, sitting on the chair by Obi Wan's bed.
"You want to help, then go away!" Obi Wan said very forcibly.
"Yes Obi Wan, but if you need anything, please call me." With that Qui Gon left his apprentice.
Obi Wan eventually tired himself out, and fell asleep. His mind was taken over by nightmares. All he could see was two grotesque men all around him. Touching him, kissing him, defiling him. He still could smell the alcohol on their breaths, feel their clammy hands rubbing his body, feel their... "Master...why?" Obi Wan moaned out loud. Sweat began to drip down his forehead, and he tossed about the bed. "Please stop!" He called out louder. Suddenly he felt a hand grip his. He felt peace surround him, he opened his eyes, he saw a young, but beautiful face staring into his eyes, purple hair tied back into a bun. Obi Wan smiled at his visitor. "She-ar-ah."
"You have such bad dreams." She said, still holding his hand.
Obi Wan nodded. "Yes I do little one."
"I can help you." She said with confidence.
"This isn't like my scraped knee She-ar-ah, no one can help me." He turned back to the wall.
"Bantha fodder. You are a great Jedi Obi Wan, you will be ok." She-ar-ah turned his face back to her, tears formed in her eyes. "You have to be ok, you just have too." Tears fell from her gray eyes.
Obi Wan reached up, and whipped away a tear. "It's so hard She-ar-ah, I don't know what to do. I'm such a failure." His own tears began to flow.
She-ar-ah shook her head. "No, that isn't true. Qui Gon told me how brave you were."
"But I let them win, I let them beat me." Tears flowed freely from his blue eyes.
She-ar-ah laid down next to him, and put her arms around him. "Tell me." She said in a whisper.
"You don't need to hear it, I wont let you know."
"You can't protect me forever Obi Wan, I'm growing up...tell me." She pulled herself closer to him.
Finally, Obi Wan let his emotions go, he unloaded everything onto little She-ar-ah. He wasn't embarrassed telling these things to her, and she took them with great maturity. Finally, Obi Wan drifted back to sleep, She-ar-ah still held him close, and she fell asleep. Little did the two friends know, but two figures observed them the entire time. Behind a two way mirror, stood Qui Gon Jinn, and Mace Windu watched the scene before them. The two friends looked at each other in amazement.
"That girl is just what he needs." Qui Gon stated.
"The two of them share a bond, that much is for sure." Mace commented back.
"I can't believe he was doubting himself, not many Jedi would be able to handle what he went through." Qui Gon looked at his apprentice through the mirror.
"Well, he had a great teacher Qui." Mace smiled at his old friend.
"Now the healing can really begin." The two masters then left the healer's ward to get some dinner, and they left the two sleeping apprentices where they laid, hoping both could receive a peaceful nights sleep.
Chapter XIII:
Three weeks have gone by since the terrible ordeal; Obi Wan was still restricted to the healer's ward. He was fully conscience now, but still had pain; majority of his time was spent on heavy pain medication. Thanks to the bacta tanks, his minor injuries were cured; he still had trouble breathing because of the hole in his lung, and trouble moving because of the broken ribs. He probably would've been better by now, if he hadn't of crawled down the long hall to save his master, damaging himself further, but to Obi Wan it was worth the extra time in the healer's ward.
The first week after Obi Wan returned was an intense one for everyone. Obi Wan's heart gave out 3 times, and had to be resesitated. Qui Gon spent most of his time watching over his healing padawan, he wasn't about to let the boy out of his sight again. Now that Obi Wan was getting better, Qui Gon knew he could begin to focus on himself as well. The elder Jedi had lost quite a lot of weight while caring for his apprentice, and he receive very little sleep. This worried the healers, because they didn't want to have to take care of both master and apprentice. Qui Gon also attended sessions with master Yoda to help get ready for Obi Wan's mind healing. The boy had said very little about the ordeal, he really didn't seem to talk much at all, and this was worrying Qui Gon.
"It's not like him to shut me away master." Qui Gon told Yoda during one of their sessions.
"Suffered much he has, give it time you must." Yoda said, taking a sip of tea.
"I realize this master..."
"Do you? Realize this you do not I think." Yoda chided his former student.
Qui Gon sighed. "I just want the old Obi Wan back."
"Not possible, for a reason too. Stronger this will make him." Yoda took another sip.
"Stronger? Obi Wan is already so strong in the force, why would he possibly need to be any stronger? Why did he have to go through this?" Qui Gon asked, fiddling with his teacup.
Yoda hung his head. "Trying to find the reason I am, know this do I...important is that boy, important to the order."
"I remember when I said that I wouldn't take another apprentice. You said that the apprentice I had would go down in history as one of the greatest Jedi masters ever to live." Qui Gon said, looking at his old master.
Yoda nodded. "Believe me now do you?"
Qui Gon chuckled. "With all my heart master. With all my heart."
**
Obi Wan was in bed, lying on his side. He looked at the wall, he didn't know what else to focus on. He was tired of seeing the looks on people's faces when they came to see him. Most of them knew what had happened to him, worst of all; his master knew what happened to him. 'Why wasn't I strong enough? I'm a Jedi, why couldn't I stop them?' Feelings of shame danced through his head. He didn't want anything, except to lie in that bed forever. He didn't want to go back into the temple to face the people he grew up with. 'At least Bruck is dead, I could imagine the things he'd say about this.' Obi Wan then chided himself for thinking that. 'That's not the Jedi way of thinking Obi Wan. Oh who gives a shit anymore?' Obi Wan let out a long sigh. Qui Gon stepped into the room, he could sense Obi Wan fighting his emotions, and thoughts, but Obi Wan was blocking his master out, protecting him from the awful feelings. It broke Qui Gon's heart to know that the young man wouldn't come to him for guidance. Suddenly Qui Gon realized that Obi Wan was crying.
"Obi Wan?" He asked as he put a reassuring hand on his apprentice's shoulder.
Obi Wan stiffened under the touch. "Don't touch me." He commanded.
Qui Gon removed his hand. Since he has been conscience, Obi Wan hadn't let any men touch him, including his master. "Obi Wan, I want to help."
"I'm fine master." Obi Wan said, still looking at the wall.
"You're not fine padawan. You need help." Qui Gon said, sitting on the chair by Obi Wan's bed.
"You want to help, then go away!" Obi Wan said very forcibly.
"Yes Obi Wan, but if you need anything, please call me." With that Qui Gon left his apprentice.
Obi Wan eventually tired himself out, and fell asleep. His mind was taken over by nightmares. All he could see was two grotesque men all around him. Touching him, kissing him, defiling him. He still could smell the alcohol on their breaths, feel their clammy hands rubbing his body, feel their... "Master...why?" Obi Wan moaned out loud. Sweat began to drip down his forehead, and he tossed about the bed. "Please stop!" He called out louder. Suddenly he felt a hand grip his. He felt peace surround him, he opened his eyes, he saw a young, but beautiful face staring into his eyes, purple hair tied back into a bun. Obi Wan smiled at his visitor. "She-ar-ah."
"You have such bad dreams." She said, still holding his hand.
Obi Wan nodded. "Yes I do little one."
"I can help you." She said with confidence.
"This isn't like my scraped knee She-ar-ah, no one can help me." He turned back to the wall.
"Bantha fodder. You are a great Jedi Obi Wan, you will be ok." She-ar-ah turned his face back to her, tears formed in her eyes. "You have to be ok, you just have too." Tears fell from her gray eyes.
Obi Wan reached up, and whipped away a tear. "It's so hard She-ar-ah, I don't know what to do. I'm such a failure." His own tears began to flow.
She-ar-ah shook her head. "No, that isn't true. Qui Gon told me how brave you were."
"But I let them win, I let them beat me." Tears flowed freely from his blue eyes.
She-ar-ah laid down next to him, and put her arms around him. "Tell me." She said in a whisper.
"You don't need to hear it, I wont let you know."
"You can't protect me forever Obi Wan, I'm growing up...tell me." She pulled herself closer to him.
Finally, Obi Wan let his emotions go, he unloaded everything onto little She-ar-ah. He wasn't embarrassed telling these things to her, and she took them with great maturity. Finally, Obi Wan drifted back to sleep, She-ar-ah still held him close, and she fell asleep. Little did the two friends know, but two figures observed them the entire time. Behind a two way mirror, stood Qui Gon Jinn, and Mace Windu watched the scene before them. The two friends looked at each other in amazement.
"That girl is just what he needs." Qui Gon stated.
"The two of them share a bond, that much is for sure." Mace commented back.
"I can't believe he was doubting himself, not many Jedi would be able to handle what he went through." Qui Gon looked at his apprentice through the mirror.
"Well, he had a great teacher Qui." Mace smiled at his old friend.
"Now the healing can really begin." The two masters then left the healer's ward to get some dinner, and they left the two sleeping apprentices where they laid, hoping both could receive a peaceful nights sleep.