A/N: I have NO idea what this is going to turn out like. I might base it a LITTLE bit on X2, which I just saw and loved. Damn, Wolverine is FINE!!!! Anyway, on with whatever I come up with! I can't even call this a story. . .Please remember that I AM insane and that I am NOT George Lucas. Thank you. Enjoy!!!!

Obi-Wan stared at the figure, now revealed to be none other than Qui-Gon Jinn.

"How many times have I told you, Obi-Wan, to watch your language?" Qui-Gon sighed, smiling. "I suppose it's a little late to teach you, hmm? Can't teach an old Wookie new tricks, unfortunately."

Obi-Wan just stood there. "But. . .I. . .You. . .I felt. . ."

Qui-Gon shook his head. "You didn't feel what you thought you felt," he said. "The Masters knew I wasn't dead, and also thought it would destroy you, mentally, if you knew. Now you're. . .more than old enough, and I'm sorry for not coming sooner. I couldn't interfere though; the results would have been tragic."

Obi-Wan nodded, trying to sort things out. Okay, he could accept this. He grabbed the bag he'd been packing. "I'm leaving," he said to Qui-Gon. "I don't know about you, but I don't like this planet."

Qui-Gon gave a half-smile. "I don't like it, either, Padawan. Let's go."

As they walked out into the blistering sun, to leave the planet for the last time Obi-Wan smiled and said, "I'm not your Padawan."

Qui-Gon sighed. "I know."

A/N: I can't do long posts anymore!!! It is beyond my capability. I'm sorry! I'm trying. It's still not done, there's still more that needs to be seen. Muahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!