Obi-Wan sat now for hours on the cold floor of the silent cell, the head of
his unconscious master in his lap. His cloak wrapped around Qui-Gon`s still
form. It seemed to be an eternity as the three had eaten breakfast together
and had laughed together. Although it was only 12 hours before. Or more? He
lost his feeling for time, long ago. Without any window, he couldn't even
see, if it was already dark outside.
There was no way out. Then although he could use the force inside the cell, when he tried to affect the guard outside, with the help of the force, he seemed to be as force sensitive as an wilted bough. And with the condition, his master was in, they couldn't fight their path free. His master…
How long had it been, that he last checked his masters condition. Instinctively he gripped the wrist of the older man and checked the pulse…it was weak. Panicking he reached out to him over their shared bond…and felt Qui-Gon`s presence fading.
Carefully he laid his masters head on the floor and hurried to the door.
"We need help in here!", he yelled, as he hammered against the door. There was no answer.
"We need a healer. He will die if his wounds won't be treated. Please!" But again there was only silence on the other side.
Despaired, he rushed back to Qui-Gon. "Don't give up. Don' leave me," he begged, clasping his master.
Again he checked the pulse. He hardly could feel it. "No." Tears slid down his face. I have to do something, he thought lost.
He caught his breath. This was it. He had to do it. There was no other way to save the life of the only man, he loved like a father. Gently he laid his trembling hands on the wound. He closed his eyes and gathered the force around himself. Then he send, with all his power, healing waves to his master.
…but nothing happened. He collected all his energy reserves and used it.
He became dizzy. Only his iron will held prevented him to slide into unconsciousness.
***
He sensed something. A soothing warmth passed through his entire body and banished the pain. Where did this warmth come from? He knew this well feeling, that surrounded him. But from where?
Of course! It was the same warm feeling he had, when his padawan was near him. Slowly Qui-Gon fought back to consciousness. His eyes flattered and finally opened. He stared dull to the ceiling. Where was he?
Suddenly a warning of the force hit him. Something wasn't right with Obi- Wan's presence. Sluggish he turned his eyes to the right and saw his student sitting beside him.
Qui-Gon looked at him, from head to foot. Obi-Wan`s eyes were closed, he rocked slowly back and forth, his arms stretched out to…Qui-Gon`s wound. He tried to heal him!
"No, Obi-Wan." His voice was a hoarse caw. Obi-Wan didn't react.
"Stop it!", Qui-Gon said a little bit more stern. But again, there were no reaction. "Don't. Stop it!", he shouted and, with all strength he could find, force pushed his apprentice, despaired away. Obi-Wan wagered back and landed flat on his back. His eyes closed, breathing heavily, he stayed where he was.
Forcing his body to obey, Qui-Gon moved over to where Obi-Wan laid and grasped the tunic of his apprentice. "Don't do this again!", he whispered stern and under heavy breath. "You nearly killed yourself!"
"I had to do it! You would have died, if hadn't done it.", Obi-Wan answered.
"I don't care! You…"
"But I do!", Obi-Wan interrupted him. The hurt obvious in his voice.
Qui-Gon sighed. "Promise me, that you will never do this again!", he demanded, looking Obi-Wan straight in his eyes.
"But master, if you…"
"Promise me!", Qui-Gon shouted at him. His eyes pleaded silently with his apprentice. "Promise me," he repeated, his voice now soft. Obi-Wan couldn't refuse anything from this despaired eyes. "I promise," he whispered slowly.
Qui-Gon smiled relieved. But then his expression hardened a little bit.
"Never brake this promise. You could never dishonour me more, as with braking it," he said urgently.
"Yes, master," Obi-Wan answered. Tears slid down his face.
Qui-Gon helped him to sat upright an laid a fond hand on his apprentice shoulder. Even the powerful Jedi master, now had tears shinning in his eyes.
There was no way out. Then although he could use the force inside the cell, when he tried to affect the guard outside, with the help of the force, he seemed to be as force sensitive as an wilted bough. And with the condition, his master was in, they couldn't fight their path free. His master…
How long had it been, that he last checked his masters condition. Instinctively he gripped the wrist of the older man and checked the pulse…it was weak. Panicking he reached out to him over their shared bond…and felt Qui-Gon`s presence fading.
Carefully he laid his masters head on the floor and hurried to the door.
"We need help in here!", he yelled, as he hammered against the door. There was no answer.
"We need a healer. He will die if his wounds won't be treated. Please!" But again there was only silence on the other side.
Despaired, he rushed back to Qui-Gon. "Don't give up. Don' leave me," he begged, clasping his master.
Again he checked the pulse. He hardly could feel it. "No." Tears slid down his face. I have to do something, he thought lost.
He caught his breath. This was it. He had to do it. There was no other way to save the life of the only man, he loved like a father. Gently he laid his trembling hands on the wound. He closed his eyes and gathered the force around himself. Then he send, with all his power, healing waves to his master.
…but nothing happened. He collected all his energy reserves and used it.
He became dizzy. Only his iron will held prevented him to slide into unconsciousness.
***
He sensed something. A soothing warmth passed through his entire body and banished the pain. Where did this warmth come from? He knew this well feeling, that surrounded him. But from where?
Of course! It was the same warm feeling he had, when his padawan was near him. Slowly Qui-Gon fought back to consciousness. His eyes flattered and finally opened. He stared dull to the ceiling. Where was he?
Suddenly a warning of the force hit him. Something wasn't right with Obi- Wan's presence. Sluggish he turned his eyes to the right and saw his student sitting beside him.
Qui-Gon looked at him, from head to foot. Obi-Wan`s eyes were closed, he rocked slowly back and forth, his arms stretched out to…Qui-Gon`s wound. He tried to heal him!
"No, Obi-Wan." His voice was a hoarse caw. Obi-Wan didn't react.
"Stop it!", Qui-Gon said a little bit more stern. But again, there were no reaction. "Don't. Stop it!", he shouted and, with all strength he could find, force pushed his apprentice, despaired away. Obi-Wan wagered back and landed flat on his back. His eyes closed, breathing heavily, he stayed where he was.
Forcing his body to obey, Qui-Gon moved over to where Obi-Wan laid and grasped the tunic of his apprentice. "Don't do this again!", he whispered stern and under heavy breath. "You nearly killed yourself!"
"I had to do it! You would have died, if hadn't done it.", Obi-Wan answered.
"I don't care! You…"
"But I do!", Obi-Wan interrupted him. The hurt obvious in his voice.
Qui-Gon sighed. "Promise me, that you will never do this again!", he demanded, looking Obi-Wan straight in his eyes.
"But master, if you…"
"Promise me!", Qui-Gon shouted at him. His eyes pleaded silently with his apprentice. "Promise me," he repeated, his voice now soft. Obi-Wan couldn't refuse anything from this despaired eyes. "I promise," he whispered slowly.
Qui-Gon smiled relieved. But then his expression hardened a little bit.
"Never brake this promise. You could never dishonour me more, as with braking it," he said urgently.
"Yes, master," Obi-Wan answered. Tears slid down his face.
Qui-Gon helped him to sat upright an laid a fond hand on his apprentice shoulder. Even the powerful Jedi master, now had tears shinning in his eyes.
