*Cough* sorry it has taken me so long to get another one up.I did not
realize how hard AP History was until I took my last test.*Shudder*
Anyway, I've got two actually, so I'll put both up today!
Thanks for the reviews!
Part 5
Qui-Gon approached his former apprentice with no small amount of trepidation. He considered backing out before the confrontation, but remembered Bant's threat. /Not only will Bant kill me, but I will forever hate myself for what I've done to Obi-Wan./
He reached the room that Obi-Wan had ducked into. The door was ajar. Qui- Gon hesitated for a moment before poking his head in. What he saw was enough to shatter his already tattered heart. Obi-Wan was huddled in the dark room, his head nestled in his arms, his shoulders shaking slightly from the silent sobs that racked his body.
To Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan looked like the frightened little child he used to comfort when he was awakened by a nightmare instead of the confident knight he knew his padawan to be.
Before Qui-Gon made his presence known, Obi-Wan jerked his head up from his knees. Qui-Gon could see the tears that trailed from Obi's puffy red eyes down into his beard. Obi-Wan stood up from his fetal position and scrubbed furiously at his eyes.
Qui-Gon's heart constricted when he saw Obi-Wan place his Jedi mask of serenity firmly over his face. He stepped into the room and turned on the lights. He started to walk to Obi-Wan but stopped himself. "Padawan, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong? What's wrong?!" Obi-Wan sputtered. "You don't bother to talk to me for eight years and you have the nerve to ask me what's wrong?!" His jaw tightened, teeth grinding.
"I.I thought that was what."
"Thought what? That I wanted you to? After twelve years as your apprentice, you actually think that I would want you to avoid me?"
Qui-Gon was at a loss for word. Before he could form another excuse, Obi- Wan continued.
"Eight years Qui-Gon! All those times I left you a message to tell you how Anakin and I were doing, you never even once replied! Was it too much to send even a short acknowledgment? Were you so eager to get me out of your life? Was that it? Please do speak up if I'm wrong."
Working his jaw, Qui-Gon thought furiously. "That.that's not it at all."
"Then what is it Qui-Gon? What has kept you from being there for me?" Obi- Wan seemed to deflate as he spoke, his voice devoid of life. "I don't know what to believe anymore."
They sat there in silence. Obi-Wan bowed his head as if in acceptance. Tears were pooled in his eyes that he would not allow to fall. "I.I'll just go check on the others. We're probably almost there." He brushed past Qui-Gon and headed out the door.
Qui-Gon stood rooted in the spot where he stood for a time before he noticed that Obi-Wan had left his pack on the pallet. Obi-Wan had left him feeling empty all thought he knew it was of his own making.
Kneeling down, Qui was surprised to find it open. Something was partially hanging out of the side. He knew he should not be going through Obi's personal belongings, but something prompted him to look at the mysterious object.
Pulling back the cover, He found a small piece of paper with a thin protective wrap around it. For the first time since he had accepted this mission, Qui-Gon was overcome with emotion. Now it was his turn to feel the burn of tears. His hands shook as he held up the drawing. Through his eye blur, the image swam in a haze, but the memory it depicted of Obi-Wan and himself was as clear as day.
"Oh Obi-Wan, I never meant for it to be this way."
Anyway, I've got two actually, so I'll put both up today!
Thanks for the reviews!
Part 5
Qui-Gon approached his former apprentice with no small amount of trepidation. He considered backing out before the confrontation, but remembered Bant's threat. /Not only will Bant kill me, but I will forever hate myself for what I've done to Obi-Wan./
He reached the room that Obi-Wan had ducked into. The door was ajar. Qui- Gon hesitated for a moment before poking his head in. What he saw was enough to shatter his already tattered heart. Obi-Wan was huddled in the dark room, his head nestled in his arms, his shoulders shaking slightly from the silent sobs that racked his body.
To Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan looked like the frightened little child he used to comfort when he was awakened by a nightmare instead of the confident knight he knew his padawan to be.
Before Qui-Gon made his presence known, Obi-Wan jerked his head up from his knees. Qui-Gon could see the tears that trailed from Obi's puffy red eyes down into his beard. Obi-Wan stood up from his fetal position and scrubbed furiously at his eyes.
Qui-Gon's heart constricted when he saw Obi-Wan place his Jedi mask of serenity firmly over his face. He stepped into the room and turned on the lights. He started to walk to Obi-Wan but stopped himself. "Padawan, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong? What's wrong?!" Obi-Wan sputtered. "You don't bother to talk to me for eight years and you have the nerve to ask me what's wrong?!" His jaw tightened, teeth grinding.
"I.I thought that was what."
"Thought what? That I wanted you to? After twelve years as your apprentice, you actually think that I would want you to avoid me?"
Qui-Gon was at a loss for word. Before he could form another excuse, Obi- Wan continued.
"Eight years Qui-Gon! All those times I left you a message to tell you how Anakin and I were doing, you never even once replied! Was it too much to send even a short acknowledgment? Were you so eager to get me out of your life? Was that it? Please do speak up if I'm wrong."
Working his jaw, Qui-Gon thought furiously. "That.that's not it at all."
"Then what is it Qui-Gon? What has kept you from being there for me?" Obi- Wan seemed to deflate as he spoke, his voice devoid of life. "I don't know what to believe anymore."
They sat there in silence. Obi-Wan bowed his head as if in acceptance. Tears were pooled in his eyes that he would not allow to fall. "I.I'll just go check on the others. We're probably almost there." He brushed past Qui-Gon and headed out the door.
Qui-Gon stood rooted in the spot where he stood for a time before he noticed that Obi-Wan had left his pack on the pallet. Obi-Wan had left him feeling empty all thought he knew it was of his own making.
Kneeling down, Qui was surprised to find it open. Something was partially hanging out of the side. He knew he should not be going through Obi's personal belongings, but something prompted him to look at the mysterious object.
Pulling back the cover, He found a small piece of paper with a thin protective wrap around it. For the first time since he had accepted this mission, Qui-Gon was overcome with emotion. Now it was his turn to feel the burn of tears. His hands shook as he held up the drawing. Through his eye blur, the image swam in a haze, but the memory it depicted of Obi-Wan and himself was as clear as day.
"Oh Obi-Wan, I never meant for it to be this way."