This is a sequel to Redemption from the darkest depths, but you don't have to read it to get this, though it would be nice if you did. :) I don't own SW, you should know that. ;) A warning, this may sound a bit shacky and such, because its one of my older ones, and I haven't messed with it much.
A Free Angel, Even in the Depths of Despair
Obi-wan Kenobi hurried after his Master. It had been four months since their encounter with Xanatos. Obi-wan was slowly getting used to his cybernetic hand and his voice had almost returned to normal. Qui-gon on the other hand still had nightmares. Obi-wan worried for him at times. He looked pale and thin, but the dark side was receding slowly and he was regaining his old self.
They had just arrived at the planet a day ago, after Qui-gon had received a message, from Xanatos. He had allowed Obi-wan to see it just before they had left.
["Qui-gon, Obi-wan," the holo gram of Xanatos said.
He was thin and his eyes were red. It had disturbed Obi-wan to see him like that.
"I have sent this to you to tell you that I have planned to turn myself over to you. I can't take it anymore. I am lost, Master, help me," Xanatos said sorrowfully and broke down crying.]
He had seem so different from when Obi-wan had seen him last. Now they were trying to find him in the large living quarters that Xanatos had bought for himself. Finally they came to the door of a room.
Qui-gon put a hand on his shoulder, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Padawan, stay here. I think it would be better if I entered first," Qui-gon said.
"Master, are you sure?" Obi-wan asked.
"Yes, Obi-wan," Qui-gon said and pushed the door open.
The room was dark inside, the windows were covered and the lights were shut off. Qui-gon entered the room, hoping that he would not find the one thing he dread. This reminded him too much after her death, when he came home to an apartment like this, with Xanatos sprawled on the floor, a bottle of pills a foot from him, or Xanatos on the balcony, his lightsaber pressed to his heart, ready to ignite the blade. Shacking the thoughts from his mind, he knew he didn't need to think about that right then. He saw a slight movement from a chair, went over, and saw that it was Xanatos. Xanatos was thin, horribly thin. His skin was slack and his bones stuck out, making it look as if he hadn't eaten in weeks, and Qui-gon was sure he hadn't. Xanatos opened his eyes to slits.
"Master, you came," he whispered.
"Yes, I did, Xanatos," Qui-gon said softly.
"Good," Xanatos breathed and closed his eyes again.
Qui-gon could sense his life force flicker and quickly picked him up. He then hurried out the door.
Obi-wan looked in shock at the frail form in his arms.
"We need to get him back to the Temple, Obi-wan," Qui-gon said.
Obi-wan nodded and they hurried to their transport.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Two weeks later....
He was healed, after an intensive two weeks at the healers, who treated him for starving himself. Now the Council wanted his confession and he would give it because it no longer mattered to him. He had lost all hope.
"I can't really explain right now. But many wondered what had driven me to the dark side. Some say I had the darkness in me from the beginning, while others say I became corrupt as time went on. But it mostly has to deal with a free angel and my heart. I sometimes wonder what would have happened," Xanatos sighed softly.
He looked into the midnight blue eyes of his former Master. The Master he had betrayed and almost murdered several times. At his Master's side sat his apprentice. Xanatos continued on, knowing that he had to tell what had led to his own down fall. He couldn't just slip away like so many times. He didn't know what Qui-gon believed or what Obi-wan believed. He just wanted to get this over with. They thought that he could be saved, but that was unlikely. They had brought him here only two weeks ago and he knew that this was going to be his confession and it would either save or condemn him. He didn't care.
"Well, it began...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A Free Angel, Even in the Depths of Despair
Obi-wan Kenobi hurried after his Master. It had been four months since their encounter with Xanatos. Obi-wan was slowly getting used to his cybernetic hand and his voice had almost returned to normal. Qui-gon on the other hand still had nightmares. Obi-wan worried for him at times. He looked pale and thin, but the dark side was receding slowly and he was regaining his old self.
They had just arrived at the planet a day ago, after Qui-gon had received a message, from Xanatos. He had allowed Obi-wan to see it just before they had left.
["Qui-gon, Obi-wan," the holo gram of Xanatos said.
He was thin and his eyes were red. It had disturbed Obi-wan to see him like that.
"I have sent this to you to tell you that I have planned to turn myself over to you. I can't take it anymore. I am lost, Master, help me," Xanatos said sorrowfully and broke down crying.]
He had seem so different from when Obi-wan had seen him last. Now they were trying to find him in the large living quarters that Xanatos had bought for himself. Finally they came to the door of a room.
Qui-gon put a hand on his shoulder, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Padawan, stay here. I think it would be better if I entered first," Qui-gon said.
"Master, are you sure?" Obi-wan asked.
"Yes, Obi-wan," Qui-gon said and pushed the door open.
The room was dark inside, the windows were covered and the lights were shut off. Qui-gon entered the room, hoping that he would not find the one thing he dread. This reminded him too much after her death, when he came home to an apartment like this, with Xanatos sprawled on the floor, a bottle of pills a foot from him, or Xanatos on the balcony, his lightsaber pressed to his heart, ready to ignite the blade. Shacking the thoughts from his mind, he knew he didn't need to think about that right then. He saw a slight movement from a chair, went over, and saw that it was Xanatos. Xanatos was thin, horribly thin. His skin was slack and his bones stuck out, making it look as if he hadn't eaten in weeks, and Qui-gon was sure he hadn't. Xanatos opened his eyes to slits.
"Master, you came," he whispered.
"Yes, I did, Xanatos," Qui-gon said softly.
"Good," Xanatos breathed and closed his eyes again.
Qui-gon could sense his life force flicker and quickly picked him up. He then hurried out the door.
Obi-wan looked in shock at the frail form in his arms.
"We need to get him back to the Temple, Obi-wan," Qui-gon said.
Obi-wan nodded and they hurried to their transport.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Two weeks later....
He was healed, after an intensive two weeks at the healers, who treated him for starving himself. Now the Council wanted his confession and he would give it because it no longer mattered to him. He had lost all hope.
"I can't really explain right now. But many wondered what had driven me to the dark side. Some say I had the darkness in me from the beginning, while others say I became corrupt as time went on. But it mostly has to deal with a free angel and my heart. I sometimes wonder what would have happened," Xanatos sighed softly.
He looked into the midnight blue eyes of his former Master. The Master he had betrayed and almost murdered several times. At his Master's side sat his apprentice. Xanatos continued on, knowing that he had to tell what had led to his own down fall. He couldn't just slip away like so many times. He didn't know what Qui-gon believed or what Obi-wan believed. He just wanted to get this over with. They thought that he could be saved, but that was unlikely. They had brought him here only two weeks ago and he knew that this was going to be his confession and it would either save or condemn him. He didn't care.
"Well, it began...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*