Be it a dream or a nightmare
By Nata J
Disclaimer: All belongs to Lucas, that's it, nothing special, wa-ho.
He woke up sensing something in the room, almost like breathing, but not. As he sat up his eyes were slowly drawn to the corner. There sat a man in a small black chair, watching him attentively. He was an older man. He had long silver-gray hair, a beard and a mustache. "Hello my old friend," the man said, finally breaking the silence, "It has been far too long since I last saw you."
"Qui-gon?" He whispered apprehensively.
"Of course, Obi-wan, you almost look surprised."
"You look different," Obi-wan stated simply.
"So do you," Qui-gon said smiling, "It's already been two years." His voice was soothing to Obi-wan's ears, like a wave of water slowly washing over him. This was the voice of the man who had been a father to him, the man who was always there. But he was no longer there. "You're sad," Qui-gon continued, now beginning to frown, "why?"
"Because you aren't really here," Obi-wan answered. At those words tears began to form in his eyes. Two years since Qui-gon had been alive. Two years that had been filled with pain and angst for Obi-wan. "Why are you here?"
"To keep you from hurting yourself any more."
"I am not the one hurting myself," Obi-wan said with anger creeping into his voice, "You are the one that hurt me. You died. You left me! I am not about to forgive you for that."
"Things turned out the way they did, I didn't choose to leave you, we are both just fulfilling our des…"
"Do not give me that destiny shit!" Obi-wan said, now in a full-out rage. "You left, I stayed. That is all there is to it."
"I did not choose to leave you, Obi-wan, you are my son," Qui-gon answered clamly.
Obi-wan closed his eyes for a few brief seconds and breathed in deeply. As he opened his eyes, he opened his mouth to say something else, but no words came out. There was no one there to talk to. In the corner was the chair where Qui-qon had been sitting, but there was no Qui-gon. Obi-wan sat back, and tried to shake the feeling that it had been real. /It was just a dream/ he told himself, /a dream…or a nightmare, it wasn't real/ That's what he told himself, but what he felt was different, he felt that it was real.
tbc...maybe.
By Nata J
Disclaimer: All belongs to Lucas, that's it, nothing special, wa-ho.
He woke up sensing something in the room, almost like breathing, but not. As he sat up his eyes were slowly drawn to the corner. There sat a man in a small black chair, watching him attentively. He was an older man. He had long silver-gray hair, a beard and a mustache. "Hello my old friend," the man said, finally breaking the silence, "It has been far too long since I last saw you."
"Qui-gon?" He whispered apprehensively.
"Of course, Obi-wan, you almost look surprised."
"You look different," Obi-wan stated simply.
"So do you," Qui-gon said smiling, "It's already been two years." His voice was soothing to Obi-wan's ears, like a wave of water slowly washing over him. This was the voice of the man who had been a father to him, the man who was always there. But he was no longer there. "You're sad," Qui-gon continued, now beginning to frown, "why?"
"Because you aren't really here," Obi-wan answered. At those words tears began to form in his eyes. Two years since Qui-gon had been alive. Two years that had been filled with pain and angst for Obi-wan. "Why are you here?"
"To keep you from hurting yourself any more."
"I am not the one hurting myself," Obi-wan said with anger creeping into his voice, "You are the one that hurt me. You died. You left me! I am not about to forgive you for that."
"Things turned out the way they did, I didn't choose to leave you, we are both just fulfilling our des…"
"Do not give me that destiny shit!" Obi-wan said, now in a full-out rage. "You left, I stayed. That is all there is to it."
"I did not choose to leave you, Obi-wan, you are my son," Qui-gon answered clamly.
Obi-wan closed his eyes for a few brief seconds and breathed in deeply. As he opened his eyes, he opened his mouth to say something else, but no words came out. There was no one there to talk to. In the corner was the chair where Qui-qon had been sitting, but there was no Qui-gon. Obi-wan sat back, and tried to shake the feeling that it had been real. /It was just a dream/ he told himself, /a dream…or a nightmare, it wasn't real/ That's what he told himself, but what he felt was different, he felt that it was real.
tbc...maybe.
