Disclaimer:: I don't own StarWars, I wish I did! All the Usual Characters belong to the insane George Lucas. I'm not making any money of this.
" text " = normal/verbal talking
' text ' = thoughts
italics = dreams/vision
//text// = talking through a bond
Here is the next chapter. I should really be uploading more then
just the two pages...but I hate it when people don't upload their fanfic
for a long time, and I know how mad you can get waiting for them to upload
them. SO I'm uploading so I don't get snipped or something.
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Darkness was embracing him. And with it. Despair. His nightmare had taken him whole, he had forgotten his Jedi training, only wishing for release from this terror. And so he found that release deep within in the safety of his mind, deep where no one could get him. Safe from the hellish sound of chains and snarls. And Endless sea of black surrounded him, the only illumination, the glow of warm light that flooded a small part of the floor.
Obi-wan's arms folded over upon his knees, his head resting against them. He hadn't known how long he had been there. It didn't matter much to him anyway. To him, his master was dead, and to him, that was the end of his world. There was so much confusion turning around him, he didn't understand why he hadn't felt Qui-gons death through their bond. He didn't understand how it could of happen. He started to reach for that bond, trying to find the answers, hesitate placing his hand out toward the small ray of light. He knew it was futile, but he kept hoping that someone, anyone would answer his questions. But no such answer came. No one came to guide his hand. No one came.
Qui-gon had refused to place Obi-wan in the palaces healers wing. Instead, they received a new room, with two beds, so Qui-gon could also be in a comforting environment. Most of the work, had been brought to him these past days. Everything he did was near Obi-wan's bedside, just hoping for his Padawan to wake up. The doctor had given Qui-gon eye drops to put into the boys eyes every 30 minutes, as so not to dry out. An IV was feeding him what nutrition his body need, but the Master always called for two trays of food. Always saying that his Padawan would be hungry when he woke up. At times, he would just find himself sitting for hours by the bedside, staring at those dull eyes. They were so empty, not the bright and playful ones that normally looked back.
"Oh My Obi-wan, my son...Please come back...come back to me..." His words were uttered so softly, as his fingers brushed against the firm, yet curving jaw line of the boy who was his padawan. He had often sent that same message, that same plead through the Master/Padawan bond, yet there was never any reply. In fact, there was nothing at all. He could not feel his apprentice through the bond, nor through the Force. It was almost as if he was dead, dead to the world, and dead to the Force.
"Master Jinn?"
He pulled himself away from those dormant eyes, and turned his attention to the person who had spoken to him. Navari Zhu stood in the hatch way, slowly approaching him. Zhu's dark brown cloak was draped around his slender form.
"Healer Zhu." Qui-gon moved to greet the Jedi Healer. Although his voice did not betray the hope that was now flying, his eye told all. The ice blue was melting under the gentle waves of hope that had all but awoken the unconscious padawan. The Healer dropped his small bag at the foot of the bed, moving to look at the youth.
"The Temple informed me...but...I had no Idea...." Zhu brushed his hand across the boys forehead. He had often treated Obi-wan's injuries at the Temple, and at times Obi-wan had been like a younger brother. Perhaps that is why the Council had sent him.
"He hasn't shown any reactions at all. I've called out to him, but he doesn't respond." The Master shifted his weight from foot to foot, relating details to the Mind Healer. "I should of seen this..." A tight fist balled up as the small amount of self hatred came into play.
"Seen what?" Zhu kept on with an outward examination. Holding his hands in front of his eyes, making absolute sure nothing had been over looked.
"Seen this! He was feeling sick when we started this mission, and then the bad dreams. His fever was flaring, he could barely walk. He started hearing things that no one else heard, always had this fearful look in his eyes. I don't know what happen but he was afraid of something he nearly broke my nose, perhaps even killed a guard out of fear. He had woken up even after I gave him a Force suggestion, walked to Cue Perrin's room...and..." The Masters anger slowly turned into a somber tone. Zhu had kept silent, awaiting for Qui-gon to finish. It took a few moments before he could grab a hold of his emotion and continue. "He walked in while the investigation was going on, and he just....the look in his eyes....he was so terrified. He kept rambling about 'his masters blood'. He though the Cue's murder had been my own. Force Navari...I was standing right there in front of him." He had to let go again, trying to calm himself.
"He's been like this since then?"
"Yes." It was all he was able to answer.
"He's shut himself away...deep within his mind." Zhu's heart had sunk,
the moment that had been made clear. He was going to have to go into
Obi-wan's mind, which was not exactly the safest thing to do. There
was a great risk of death for the one going into the unconscious mind of
another. A bigger risk, that he himself would not wake from the unconscious
state.
"Can you help him?"
"Yes. I'm going to have to go inside his mind. and persuade him to
come back. I'll start as soon as the Doctor arrives." Again he brushed
his fingers over Obi-wan's forehead, probing with the Force for anything
he might of missed the first time.
The next few moments were spent in complete silence, the Healer readying
himself for the task at hand, and Qui-gon slowly growing anxious to have
his Padawan returned to him. The hatch swooshed open, entering the
doctor and Rii Pehr beside him.
"You may start...but I do not advise it. I might not be Force
sensitive but I know going into an unconscious mind is very dangerous."
The doctors old voice croaked when he spoke.
"Noted, but that doesn't change a thing. I'm going to help him.
No matter what it takes." Zhu finally turned to look at the elder Jedi.
Through the meeting of their eyes, everything was conveyed, hopes, worries,
wishes, and risks.
"I will bring back your Padawan, Qui-gon. I will bring him back." Those
emerald green eyes, set with more then just the Jedi determination.
Qui-gon could only nod, caught by surprise by those stunning green eyes.
Zhu turned back to face Obi-wan, sitting down at the bedside, this time
placing his hand firmly over the youth's forehead. Bowing his head,
he called the Force to him, to help him, guide him. For one last
time, Zhu's green eyes searched Obi-wan's bluish gray ones. Slowly
he shut them, falling into a trace. One that he very well may never
wake up from.
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(Um it's sorta short. And yeah....I'm only about 2/3 done with the story.
Questions will be answered! as for the 'Who dun it?!!' question you'll
just have to wait and see. Muahaha ^_^)