[Don't worry, this'll be the last kooky Qui chapter. Somehow I kinda like the fact that Qui's going crazy while Obi is just trying to sort things out. It's unique anyways, because it's usually Obi that has an issue. *shrugs* I also -really- enjoy the dark Obi-Wan. He's just so fun as a bad guy. But, I'm trying desperately not to break their character's, ya know? I really think that if Qui was in this situation he'd start to go crazy for a lot of reasons. I also think Obi would definately give in to the dark side in such a situation. But, oh well, that's just my thought. Anyways... I've decided something for my epic saga. It's going to be in 3 parts. This chapter will be the offical end to part one. I'll start working on part two if I get enough reviews. Sound good? Yep? Thought so. ^_~ Also, this chapter is going to switch point-of-view a little bit. It'll start with Obi, just so ya don't get lost. And now for your dramatic enjoyment.... *drumroll* the conclusion to part one!]



A sudden, fierce wind caused the desert sands to whirl around violently. As suddenly as it had started, all was calm again. The stolen ship had landed. A cloaked figure emerged from the ship and slowly stepped into the sand. Darkness surrounded him. It was deep into the night. He was deep into the dark side. Darkness was everywhere. He glanced up and saw the twin moons. A little bit of light was still present in both the physical realm and within the shadowy depths of the Force. "Soon, Master, soon....." he thought, as he began his trek toward the small city.

He tossed and turned. Still upon the rooftop, Qui-Gon tried desperately to remain within slumber's grasp. His mind had begun to betray him just as his heart had betrayed Obi-Wan. Horrid visions surrounded him. Those eyes, those beautiful, innocent, gray-blue eyes. "Obi-Wan... Obi-Wan..." he mumbled.

With cat-like grace he moved between the buildings and shadows and shadows of buildings. True, he had never been in the city, but the Force eaisly guided him toward the one had he to find. "Just a little further... to the other side of the town. Just a little further...." he thought.

A cold wind swept across Qui-Gon, but he didn't respond. He kept trying to force his mind into sleep. Something was coming; he could feel it deep in his soul. Something terrible was lurking about. The Force tried to tell him to stay awake, stay alert, stay ready. But, no, he didn't want to face what was coming. It was still too far away to tell quite who or what it was. "Just sleep... sleep..." he thought.

Streets were empty. It was an eerie sight. Carts were empty and left alone. Houses held no lights within their windows. The usual hum of the generators was silent. The small, desert city seemed more like a ghost town. It seemed deserted and empty, for all its residents were stolen away in the arms of slumber. But, there was one who dared to lurk about when no one else was around. He pulled his cloak a little closer as another wind darted about causing sand to fly toward his watchful eyes. As he stepped along, the lightsabre tapped against his side - a damned reminder of his dark purpose for lurking about in a strange place at such an hour.

Beads of sweat covered the weary jedi's forehead. He slowly peeked out at the darkness. He looked around as though he expected a sudden attack, but his eyes were greeted only by darkness. "Perhaps this is what that elusively bad feeling feels like..." he whispered. He thought about going back inside, but he decided against it. Something was coming, and he thought it best to stay outside instead of where Shmi and Anakin could be put in danger. He sighed softly and closed his eyes again in a weak attempt to clear his mind of fear and worry.

"Oh darkness, be my friend now. Don't you dare betray me." he whispered under his breath as he reached a line of little homes. "He's here. I can feel it." He lightly grasped the lightsabre in his sweaty hand as a sorrowful expression came over his face. "It shall be done so soon..." he whispered.

It was closer, but he tried to ignore it. The presence was familiar, yet covered by shadows. He struggled to reach out with the Force to identify the presence, but the darkness kept the figure in an elusive mystery. He pulled his cloak closer and kept his eyes closed. Visions flew at him again. Those eyes. Beautiful eyes stared at him with such hope in their master. Innocent eyes never knew such a sight could ever come before them. Gray-blue eyes widened in horror. Beauty and innocence were stolen from those gray-blue eyes and were replaced by painful and bitter tears. Those eyes.... those eyes.... Qui-Gon suddenly awoke himself from the vision only to be face-to-face with those very eyes.

"Why, hello, Master. I do hope I haven't disturbed you from what dreams may have come to you tonight." Obi-Wan said in his soft accent, but his tone held something eerie that Qui-Gon couldn't quite place.

Perhaps he was too stunned at the sight before him. Qui-Gon said nothing. He merely stared up at the padawen who seemed to tower above him. Perhaps he simply wasn't sure if this was reality or yet another haunting vision. Thoughts continued to run through his mind at which Obi-Wan smirked.

"I assure you, Master, I'm quite real. So you've had nightmares, hm? I've had nightmares too. I had this one where my beloved master faked his death, betrayed my trust, destroyed the life I knew all for a dangerous boy." he said, then he paused for a moment, "Oh wait, that's the reality, isn't it? Pity..."

"Obi-Wan, it's not like that-" Qui-Gon started to explain.

"Then what is it like, Master?" Obi-Wan hissed, although the title sounded mocking, "Just what excuse would you to use now? Just how naive and ignorant do you think I am? Admit it, Master, you think the boy has more potential, more undeveloped skill, a brighter future. 'He's the one to bring balance to the Force,' you said. Just admit it, Master!"



"No, Obi-Wan, I won't admit to something that isn't true. I do think he's the one to bring balance to the Force, but you had nothing to do with this." Qui-Gon stated softly.

"Well, that's clearly obvious. I had nothing to do with it. In fact, I got in your way. It was me that kept you from immediately beginning to train the boy. You had to get rid of me, get away from me. Why? Because I'm nothing.... nothing at all. I've only been your loyal padawan for how long now? I've followed every instruction, hung upon your every word, fought a Sith for you. But, oh no, I'm just not good enough, am I? I can't balance the Force for you. I can do anything and everything else you've ever commanded, but not that...." Obi-Wan stated as his anger began to grow and his tone became cold.

Qui-Gon slowly stood up, thinking it best to face his former padawan than to stare up at him like a child being scolded. He looked into those once innocently loving gray-blue eyes and saw pain and darkness.

"Don't be this way, please, Obi-Wan. I never meant to hurt you like this. I always thought you were like a son to me..." Qui-Gon said.

"And this is how you show your damned affection?! I'll hear no more of this!" Obi-Wan yelled as he reached for the lightsabre.

Qui-Gon turned away as though he expected to be cut into and dared not look into his hateful padawan's eyes. But, instead, Obi-Wan threw the sabre at his former master's feet.

"It's your weapon, a jedi knight's weapon, and I want no part of it. For if you are what a jedi is expected to be, I don't desire to be a jedi. I find more comfort in darkness's deception than in a father's betrayal." Obi-Wan whispered as he turned to leave.

"But, where are you going? Please, wait, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon stammered.

Obi-Wan turned back to face Qui-Gon and gave him one final, cold stare.

"Just as you are supposed to be dead to me, I am dead to you. There is no longer an Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan is dead. Go shed your tears. You'll overcome grief soon enough. Let them fill your mind with jaded lies, for perhaps the truth is best unknown..." he said coldly.

The words pierced Qui-Gon's heart, but he said nothing in reply. He watched as Obi-Wan walked to the edge of the rooftop and with cat-like grace, he leapt down to the sandy streets and walked away until he vanished from Qui- Gon into the darkness.



End Part one.



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