Okay, a little more than I planned to do, but I have a lot of time on my
hands. Enjoy the third chapter of my brainchild. REMEMBER TO REVIEW!!!!!!!!
Please tell me what you don't like about the story, things that I could
change. I can't give you something good if I don't know what to change.
Constructive criticism only, please.
May the Force be with you!
Lessa stayed with Obi-Wan over the next few months. The two Knights had fun swapping stories, training Anakin, and learning about each other. Lessa made sure she kept track of how Obi-Wan was doing.
One day, about four months after Lessa had brought Obi-Wan home and met him for the first time, she judged he was ready to give up his pain and live with Quo-Gon's memory in peace. She knocked on the door to his quarters. The door opened for her instantly.
Obi-Wan himself was standing on the other side of the room, staring out the window. "You know," he said without looking at her, "legend has it that when someone dies, a new star is born for them."
Joining him at the window, Lessa asked, "Are you looking for Qui-Gon's?"
He nodded. "Maybe if I could find it I could sleep at night without the nightmares. Maybe if I could find it, I could be at peace."
Lessa swallowed hard against the feelings that flowed through her, particularly the desire, at his voice. He is very attractive, she told herself, but this attraction I feel isn't appropriate for a Knight. Besides, he doesn't need that kind of love, he doesn't need this desire. He needs a friend, a sister.
Lessa turned to him. She had to push down another flood of desire as she saw the intense look in his eyes. "I think I can help you now," she informed him, "but I need your cooperation. It will take all night and you'll get little to no sleep."
Obi-Wan turned his beautiful ice-blue eyes to her in a look that made her breath catch in her throat. "I can live with that," he told her.
Lessa led him to the bed. She sat down and he sat next to her. Obi-Wan had to fight back his own wave of desire and love. By the Force, he thought. Am I falling for her? She placed her fingers on his temples and suddenly he was spiraling down into an inner hell.
Everywhere he turned he saw the tragic duel of the fates that had taken his Master, the only father he'd ever known from his: the two Jedi versus the Sith Lord, Darth Maul. Pain and guilt tore through him. There was no escape now. Even closing his eyes didn't help. He was forced to watch over and over again as Qui-Gon was struck through, had to relive the pain when he realized his Master was dying, had to feel Qui-Gon's life-force ebbing as he struggled to make his final request. When he could stand it no more, he screamed. . .
. . .And it was all gone. There was silence and darkness. Peace finally settled over him. Obi-Wan gratefully let go of consciousness and drifted into sleep.
May the Force be with you!
Lessa stayed with Obi-Wan over the next few months. The two Knights had fun swapping stories, training Anakin, and learning about each other. Lessa made sure she kept track of how Obi-Wan was doing.
One day, about four months after Lessa had brought Obi-Wan home and met him for the first time, she judged he was ready to give up his pain and live with Quo-Gon's memory in peace. She knocked on the door to his quarters. The door opened for her instantly.
Obi-Wan himself was standing on the other side of the room, staring out the window. "You know," he said without looking at her, "legend has it that when someone dies, a new star is born for them."
Joining him at the window, Lessa asked, "Are you looking for Qui-Gon's?"
He nodded. "Maybe if I could find it I could sleep at night without the nightmares. Maybe if I could find it, I could be at peace."
Lessa swallowed hard against the feelings that flowed through her, particularly the desire, at his voice. He is very attractive, she told herself, but this attraction I feel isn't appropriate for a Knight. Besides, he doesn't need that kind of love, he doesn't need this desire. He needs a friend, a sister.
Lessa turned to him. She had to push down another flood of desire as she saw the intense look in his eyes. "I think I can help you now," she informed him, "but I need your cooperation. It will take all night and you'll get little to no sleep."
Obi-Wan turned his beautiful ice-blue eyes to her in a look that made her breath catch in her throat. "I can live with that," he told her.
Lessa led him to the bed. She sat down and he sat next to her. Obi-Wan had to fight back his own wave of desire and love. By the Force, he thought. Am I falling for her? She placed her fingers on his temples and suddenly he was spiraling down into an inner hell.
Everywhere he turned he saw the tragic duel of the fates that had taken his Master, the only father he'd ever known from his: the two Jedi versus the Sith Lord, Darth Maul. Pain and guilt tore through him. There was no escape now. Even closing his eyes didn't help. He was forced to watch over and over again as Qui-Gon was struck through, had to relive the pain when he realized his Master was dying, had to feel Qui-Gon's life-force ebbing as he struggled to make his final request. When he could stand it no more, he screamed. . .
. . .And it was all gone. There was silence and darkness. Peace finally settled over him. Obi-Wan gratefully let go of consciousness and drifted into sleep.