Qui-Gon stood there. His vision red from rage, he looked down on his former apprentice. But all he saw was the evil grin on the white face, while Xanatos tormented his beloved Padawan. While Xanatos killed his beloved son.

His son.

Fresh pain shot through him at the memory. And the pain enflamed the hate more and more. A growl crept up his throat. Letting it free, the big Jedi stroke downwards.

"Master Qui-Gon?!"

He stopped short. His saber only inches from Xanatos' face. Breathing raged, he whirled around. "WHAT?", he barked at the girl.

Danielle gasped and instantly backed away from the towering figure. Her eyes were widened as she moved father away from the Jedi.

Qui-Gon's forehead creased with confusion at the girls strange behaviour. He looked behind himself to make sure it hadn't anything to do with Xanatos. His eyes slid to a puddle aside his former apprentice. He froze at the sight of his own reflection. With a clattering sound his lightsaber fall to the floor. The rage had wrinkled the face in the reflection and darkness shadowed blue eyes. The entire face was contorted in a mask of hate. He dropped to his knees and griped his head with his hands, slowly rocking back and forth.

~ No, no, not again! ~ he thought desperately. ~ What have I done? ~

Trying to compose himself, he reached out to the force and drew as much of it's light to him as he could. The light seemed to shy at first to come to him. But when it came, it came with it's full power, filling him entirely again, warming him again. Slowly but steadily he released his anger and hate. He didn't know how long it took him to banish all of the darkness. But when it finally was done, he heaved a big sigh of relief. Still in shock couldn't bring himself to move just jet. As if afraid, that by opening his eyes, the rage could come back and fill him once more. But he couldn't stay kneel there forever, he told himself.

Feeling a soft touch on his shoulder, he finally opened his eyes. Danielle kneeled in front of him. Her eyes where awash with tears and he could see the deep concern in them.

"I'm sorry.", he whispered, his voice full of remorse. She nodded and a reassuring smile appeared on her face. But the smile didn't reach her eyes.

He hung his head slightly at the guilt that flew through him.

Danielle reached out a hand and gently wiped away the tears that glided down the mans face. He looked up at her, surprised. When their eyes met she softly asked: "Can we go home now?" He griped her hand that were still touching his check and squeezed it gently. "Yes, we can go home now."

He stood up awkwardly and drew her up with him. Reaching for the force to compose himself again he fetched force - suppressing binders from his belt. He bent down and chained Xanatos securely with the binders. Suppressing another wave of emotions that threatened to come over him, he lifted his former apprentice from the damp forest floor and he threw the unconscious figure over his shoulder. He glanced back at the young woman, signalling her it was time to leave. And together, they made their way back to the ship.

[Hides. Sorry, it's really short. But I will continue it as soon as possible. ]