Title: There is no death, there is the Force

Author: The Goddess of Mush and Stuff

Summary: Obi-wan is greeted by an old friend upon his arrival to the force. Part of the Jedi Code Series.





Obi-wan watched as Luke and Leia returned to the celebration. He could feel the two signatures beside him drift off into the Force, ready for rest and for eternity with what led them both. Obi-wan however was not so certain, he was still concerned with Luke and with the state of the galaxy, but most of all, what would the Force offer him upon his return???

All the years he spent alone on Tatooine and his only hope being that one day he could return to the Force, and too be reunited with the one person who for all purposes necessary, was his father.

It was so long ago that he had been cut down by the very first Sith to re- emerge after the long period of peace the Jedi had. So long ago that he made a promise that ultimately effected the Galaxy... So long ago that he had seen that face.

How would he greet him?? Would he be disappointed in all he had done? Look at what his pride, and his promise caused the Galaxy...some Jedi he was, he brought about the Empire by training one of the most powerful Sith Lords.

Granted, Anakin had turned back to the light. But that wasn't his doing, that was Luke's. He let his eyes settle on his last padawan, even though Luke had only been with him a few short days before he had died, he still considered the man his Padawan.

Luke was the beginning of the new, a new start for the galaxy and for the Jedi. And there would still be many hardships for him to endure. He didn't want Luke to feel abandoned like he had those years ago...even though he had not been.

The look of Luke's despair had so closely matched his own after the death of his master...

Funny how similar his death and his master's death had been. He had been behind a laser wall away... not quick enough to save his dear Master. Luke had been behind a wall of Stormtroopers away, and not enough experience or knowledge to help him. But he felt the Force tell him it was his time.

He wondered absently if his Master had also heard the same thing.

He felt a small tendril of the Force reach out and beckon him to come home. It was time...as much as Obi-wan hated it, he had to go. And only the Force and fate would show if he would spend the rest of his afterlife alone as he was on Tatooine or if he would be granted to be with others that he longed to see again.

A bright hazy fog overtook his vision and soon he was again standing in the Jedi Temple, still as peaceful, and beautiful as he remembered it. He soon began to smile, seeing the Force had brought him back to his home, and his friends.

Bant, the same bright 18 year old he remembered her as rushed up and hugged him, her salmon skin glistening as if she had just been in the lake. He smiled as she pushed back and smiled at him.

Reeft and Garen were standing there, their masters proudly behind them, and he noticed they too were their younger selves again. He looked down at himself and didn't see the weathered skin that Tatooine had left him with after a few years. He saw the fine tuned muscles that had once lined his arms...the old Jedi Tunics he once proudly wore.

Obi-wan saw Master Windu and Master Yoda off to the side, with the rest of the Jedi council...and he had a vague sense of thousands upon thousands of Jedi around him.

One, however, stood out in his mind.

A bond long dormant flared to life in this subconscious, and immediately he found the person he was looking for.

Not as old looking as he had been when he last remembered. Qui-gon was younger looking himself, as if the Force had renewed him. Obi-wan couldn't help but breakout in a huge grin and run to his master, grabbing the man in a tight embrace and soon felt the warmth of arms put around him.

/welcome home, my Padawan! You've done very very well indeed./

Obi-wan couldn't answer. In all he had gone through, in all he had been, all he had wanted was his master's approval, and love. He had it now, and he truly was home.

There is no death, there is the Force.