Bibphile - Thank you very much. I do try to keep them 'in character' from
what the official fan fiction had established. They both have issues to
work out. ; )
Grab-ur-lightsaber - Thank You!! : D Here you go.
Liyanette - Ditto. ; )
Here you go everyone!! (please see fist chap for Author's Note.)
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It had been three months since the mission to Naboo, and Obi-Wan still remained in seclusion. Bant, Garen and Reeft had all tried to help their friend. Even, Siri and some Council members stopped to give support. But none of it helped, Obi-Wan still felt extremely alone.
At the moment Obi-Wan sat isolated in his apartment, meditating, when his entry alerted him of a visitor. Breaking from his thoughts he opened the door to find someone he hadn't seen in a long time. In fact, he had been avoiding her ever since that horrible mission. And now she stood in his doorway. His manners returned and he offered, "Won't you come in?" She nodded and entered the communal room. She paused and waited for him to follow.
"It's been a long time." She said over her shoulder as he came up behind her. "It took me a while to build up the courage to come here. But I wanted you to know how sorry I was to hear about Qui-Gon. Mira always mentioned how kind and thoughtful he was." MysAri turned to look at him. She gazed into his turbulent blue-green eyes.
Obi-Wan watched the younger Jedi Padawan enter. Her black hair had grown since he had last seen her and her eyes were still the brilliant emerald he remembered. Only now they held a deep sorrow in them as well. Obi-Wan could not stare at them any longer as his hidden guilt surfaced. He adverted his eyes toward the floor.
They stood silent for a few moments. MysAri reached up and touched the hair behind his ear where his Padawan braid used to hang. "And I also wanted to congratulate you on your promotion. I know it's overshadowed right now, but it is still a great honour. I hope to take the Trials in the next few years. My Master thinks I should be ready by then."
"I'm sure you will do well." He responded politely. And silence fell between them for a second time. After a few minutes the deafening silence roared for salvation and Obi-Wan responded. "I'm sorry I." He couldn't finish, his emotions swirled within him.
"It's ok. We've avoided each other. MiraCyn needed time after Feswyyck and I went with her for support. She couldn't return to the Jedi, not then anyway. I did my best to help, but I couldn't stay away too long. After a year, I returned to active duty. She followed a year later. It was a battle but she finally convinced the Council to send her on a mission. She saved so many. A bomb had been placed in a highly populated area, and she evacuated them all. She knew there wasn't much time left, but she went back in to attempt to defuse it. At least that's what she told her contact.
"I didn't go with her, but she sent me one last message. She told me that she loved me and to tell you that she didn't blame you. She knew there was nothing you could have done. And that no matter what, you are not responsible for what happened on Feswyyck. And neither was I. It was difficult to deal with but I finally realized that it wasn't my fault. I knew it wasn't your's either. I didn't search you out because I was afraid you would be angry with me. Or worse, yourself, and I didn't know how to handle it. I only hoped Qui-Gon was able to help you deal.."
"Qui-Gon didn't know. I never told him. And I made the Council promise to keep it secret." Obi-Wan interrupted.
What he just told her, shocked her. "Why?" Her eyes began to glisten and their color became so dark that they appeared as voids that burrowed down to her very soul.
"It was my error. My problem. My guilt. He didn't need to know. I returned before him and I felt I should deal with it alone." He answered.
"But it wasn't your fault. We all took part in it. If anyone's to blame it was those damn Wyykans. The guilt was not yours alone to bear. Please tell me you know that." Her voice was pleading with him to dismiss her fears. There was no response as he gently pulled away from her. He moved toward a chair across the room, but did not sit. His hand clasped the back and she could see his fingers turn white under the pressure. For the third time, reticence filled the room. Slowly, she made her way in front of the young Knight. What MysAri found almost ripped her heart right from her chest. His eyes closed, tears traced the youthful features. She touched his face lightly to wipe away the tears. Opening his eyes in response, she was able to briefly gaze into his soul. A shadow clung to the gentle spirit behind the turbulent sea. Finally, she concluded, "You carry too much burden, Tschüxani."
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Frantically, Obi-Wan looked at the woman in his arms, she appeared all too frail for his liking. Sweeping her up, he carried her to a couch in the communal room. Anakin was instantly by his side.
"Master?" Anakin waited for his Master to give him an order, but none came. The Knight turned worried eyes to the boy and for the first time, Anakin saw panicked confusion in the usually serene seas.
Obi-Wan returned to examine the unconscious Knight. He could now see her breathing calmly and relaxed a little. For some time he remained by her side trying to determine his next course of action. He was still a little stunned by the verbal slap she gave him. In all the time he had known her, at no point had she ever referred to him as /Kenobi./ Never intending to hurt her feelings, he only wanted to stress that the bounty hunter was not to be taken lightly. But now the entire situation has changed. And his friend was dying, of that he could be sure. It was the only explanation as to why she was so reluctant to discuss it.
"Master?" Again his apprentice looked to him for guidance. Breaking from his reverie, Obi-Wan knew there was only one thing to do. He rose and made his way to a communication terminal to contact the Temple.
After a few moments, the response came, "Healer Bant." The Mon Calamarian filled the veiwscreen, her expression changed as she took in Obi-Wan's furrowed features. "Obi-Wan? What's wrong?"
"I'm on Kenyan with MysAri." A soft 'oh' could be heard as he paused to collect his thoughts. "I believe her condition is worsening."
"What has happened?" She asked.
"Her breathing has become laboured and she lost consciousness." He explained briefly. He watched her reviewing this new information, working the possibilities of this development.
"Take a blood sample and send it to me. She was supposed to do so anyway within the next day or so, but I think it should be done immediately." The healer commanded.
Nodding, Obi-Wan turned to Anakin, "Roll up her sleeve so I can prepare a sample." Anakin swiftly carried out the orders. Once MysAri's arm was bare he noticed a small scar in the middle of her forearm. It was old and faint, as a Jedi will continue to use the Force to heal a wound. One day I will have to ask her how she got that.
Obi-Wan pricked her arm to extract some of the life-fluid. Smearing it onto a slide, he transmitted the specimen to the Master Healer. "I've received it. Just give me a moment to run a couple of tests." Bant informed him. Long minutes passed while they waited for the results, when they were finally interrupted by a small gasp. "Obi, get her back here now. And I mean NOW."
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It had been three months since the mission to Naboo, and Obi-Wan still remained in seclusion. Bant, Garen and Reeft had all tried to help their friend. Even, Siri and some Council members stopped to give support. But none of it helped, Obi-Wan still felt extremely alone.
At the moment Obi-Wan sat isolated in his apartment, meditating, when his entry alerted him of a visitor. Breaking from his thoughts he opened the door to find someone he hadn't seen in a long time. In fact, he had been avoiding her ever since that horrible mission. And now she stood in his doorway. His manners returned and he offered, "Won't you come in?" She nodded and entered the communal room. She paused and waited for him to follow.
"It's been a long time." She said over her shoulder as he came up behind her. "It took me a while to build up the courage to come here. But I wanted you to know how sorry I was to hear about Qui-Gon. Mira always mentioned how kind and thoughtful he was." MysAri turned to look at him. She gazed into his turbulent blue-green eyes.
Obi-Wan watched the younger Jedi Padawan enter. Her black hair had grown since he had last seen her and her eyes were still the brilliant emerald he remembered. Only now they held a deep sorrow in them as well. Obi-Wan could not stare at them any longer as his hidden guilt surfaced. He adverted his eyes toward the floor.
They stood silent for a few moments. MysAri reached up and touched the hair behind his ear where his Padawan braid used to hang. "And I also wanted to congratulate you on your promotion. I know it's overshadowed right now, but it is still a great honour. I hope to take the Trials in the next few years. My Master thinks I should be ready by then."
"I'm sure you will do well." He responded politely. And silence fell between them for a second time. After a few minutes the deafening silence roared for salvation and Obi-Wan responded. "I'm sorry I." He couldn't finish, his emotions swirled within him.
"It's ok. We've avoided each other. MiraCyn needed time after Feswyyck and I went with her for support. She couldn't return to the Jedi, not then anyway. I did my best to help, but I couldn't stay away too long. After a year, I returned to active duty. She followed a year later. It was a battle but she finally convinced the Council to send her on a mission. She saved so many. A bomb had been placed in a highly populated area, and she evacuated them all. She knew there wasn't much time left, but she went back in to attempt to defuse it. At least that's what she told her contact.
"I didn't go with her, but she sent me one last message. She told me that she loved me and to tell you that she didn't blame you. She knew there was nothing you could have done. And that no matter what, you are not responsible for what happened on Feswyyck. And neither was I. It was difficult to deal with but I finally realized that it wasn't my fault. I knew it wasn't your's either. I didn't search you out because I was afraid you would be angry with me. Or worse, yourself, and I didn't know how to handle it. I only hoped Qui-Gon was able to help you deal.."
"Qui-Gon didn't know. I never told him. And I made the Council promise to keep it secret." Obi-Wan interrupted.
What he just told her, shocked her. "Why?" Her eyes began to glisten and their color became so dark that they appeared as voids that burrowed down to her very soul.
"It was my error. My problem. My guilt. He didn't need to know. I returned before him and I felt I should deal with it alone." He answered.
"But it wasn't your fault. We all took part in it. If anyone's to blame it was those damn Wyykans. The guilt was not yours alone to bear. Please tell me you know that." Her voice was pleading with him to dismiss her fears. There was no response as he gently pulled away from her. He moved toward a chair across the room, but did not sit. His hand clasped the back and she could see his fingers turn white under the pressure. For the third time, reticence filled the room. Slowly, she made her way in front of the young Knight. What MysAri found almost ripped her heart right from her chest. His eyes closed, tears traced the youthful features. She touched his face lightly to wipe away the tears. Opening his eyes in response, she was able to briefly gaze into his soul. A shadow clung to the gentle spirit behind the turbulent sea. Finally, she concluded, "You carry too much burden, Tschüxani."
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Frantically, Obi-Wan looked at the woman in his arms, she appeared all too frail for his liking. Sweeping her up, he carried her to a couch in the communal room. Anakin was instantly by his side.
"Master?" Anakin waited for his Master to give him an order, but none came. The Knight turned worried eyes to the boy and for the first time, Anakin saw panicked confusion in the usually serene seas.
Obi-Wan returned to examine the unconscious Knight. He could now see her breathing calmly and relaxed a little. For some time he remained by her side trying to determine his next course of action. He was still a little stunned by the verbal slap she gave him. In all the time he had known her, at no point had she ever referred to him as /Kenobi./ Never intending to hurt her feelings, he only wanted to stress that the bounty hunter was not to be taken lightly. But now the entire situation has changed. And his friend was dying, of that he could be sure. It was the only explanation as to why she was so reluctant to discuss it.
"Master?" Again his apprentice looked to him for guidance. Breaking from his reverie, Obi-Wan knew there was only one thing to do. He rose and made his way to a communication terminal to contact the Temple.
After a few moments, the response came, "Healer Bant." The Mon Calamarian filled the veiwscreen, her expression changed as she took in Obi-Wan's furrowed features. "Obi-Wan? What's wrong?"
"I'm on Kenyan with MysAri." A soft 'oh' could be heard as he paused to collect his thoughts. "I believe her condition is worsening."
"What has happened?" She asked.
"Her breathing has become laboured and she lost consciousness." He explained briefly. He watched her reviewing this new information, working the possibilities of this development.
"Take a blood sample and send it to me. She was supposed to do so anyway within the next day or so, but I think it should be done immediately." The healer commanded.
Nodding, Obi-Wan turned to Anakin, "Roll up her sleeve so I can prepare a sample." Anakin swiftly carried out the orders. Once MysAri's arm was bare he noticed a small scar in the middle of her forearm. It was old and faint, as a Jedi will continue to use the Force to heal a wound. One day I will have to ask her how she got that.
Obi-Wan pricked her arm to extract some of the life-fluid. Smearing it onto a slide, he transmitted the specimen to the Master Healer. "I've received it. Just give me a moment to run a couple of tests." Bant informed him. Long minutes passed while they waited for the results, when they were finally interrupted by a small gasp. "Obi, get her back here now. And I mean NOW."
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