Title: Little Boy Gone
Genre: Adventure/Angst
Characters: Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Mace Windu, Yoda, OCS
Time Frame: JA Obi-Wan is 15
Summary: Can Qui-Gon convince his runaway Padawan and son whom he hasn't seen in two years to come home instead of staying with is family?
A/N: I know that this has been done before but I wanted it done my way. This story is going to be a long one. I already have it on twenty notebook pages and I write small, and its not even half way done yet. And sadly enough I don't own many of these characters. Ill return them though.
Prologue: Thirteen-year old Obi-Wan Kenobi walked solemnly down the hallway of the Jedi Temple. He had failed yet another Math exam. He just wasn't good at math. No one could see it except for him. He tried so hard. He was even getting tutored by Master Mace Windu himself. Obi-Wan, all too soon found himself in front of the quarters that Qui-Gon and himself shared. He didn't know how he was supposed to tell his master that he had to sign the test. It was such a low mark too. Out of forty problems he got two right.
He didn't know what to do anymore. Obi-Wan felt so guilty. First he pushed himself onto Qui-Gon, then he couldn't get any of the katas, now he is downright failing math. Could things get any worse? Things could be. Qui- Gon could stop talking to him all together. Their bond was one of the weakest of all the Master and Padawan's in the temple. Obi-Wan turned around at laughter. He saw his friend Garen and his master walk by. Garen and his master are like father and son. Father and son. Obi-Wan wanted to have a relationship with his master like that. But every time he tried to get personal with the man, he either changed the subject, ignored him, or got up and left the room. Obi-Wan was no sure how much more he could take. He made his final decision right then and there. He reached out with the Force. Qui-Gon was not home. Good thought Obi-Wan. He opened the door, and walked into his room. He grabbed his travel bag from the closet, and stuffed what little civilian clothes he had into it. He left one outfit out. He quickly changed into it. He put his lightsaber on his bed, along with the only gift Qui-Gon had ever given him, a rock from his home world. Then came the most heartbreaking of all, he took out a knife that was supposed to have belonged to his father, and held it up to his braid. He sliced through the braid cutting it off. Tears rolled down his ever- changing eyes that were blue right now. He knew what he was doing was the right thing to do. He threw his shields up really tightly, and reached along to the middle of their weak master-padawan bond, and severed it. He could no longer feel Qui-Gon along it. But, why did it seem like he was still connected to the cold man? Obi-Wan Kenobi then went out the door of Qui-Gon's apartment, down the hallway, out the main door of the Jedi Temple, and out into the dangerous Coruscant streets.
Genre: Adventure/Angst
Characters: Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Mace Windu, Yoda, OCS
Time Frame: JA Obi-Wan is 15
Summary: Can Qui-Gon convince his runaway Padawan and son whom he hasn't seen in two years to come home instead of staying with is family?
A/N: I know that this has been done before but I wanted it done my way. This story is going to be a long one. I already have it on twenty notebook pages and I write small, and its not even half way done yet. And sadly enough I don't own many of these characters. Ill return them though.
Prologue: Thirteen-year old Obi-Wan Kenobi walked solemnly down the hallway of the Jedi Temple. He had failed yet another Math exam. He just wasn't good at math. No one could see it except for him. He tried so hard. He was even getting tutored by Master Mace Windu himself. Obi-Wan, all too soon found himself in front of the quarters that Qui-Gon and himself shared. He didn't know how he was supposed to tell his master that he had to sign the test. It was such a low mark too. Out of forty problems he got two right.
He didn't know what to do anymore. Obi-Wan felt so guilty. First he pushed himself onto Qui-Gon, then he couldn't get any of the katas, now he is downright failing math. Could things get any worse? Things could be. Qui- Gon could stop talking to him all together. Their bond was one of the weakest of all the Master and Padawan's in the temple. Obi-Wan turned around at laughter. He saw his friend Garen and his master walk by. Garen and his master are like father and son. Father and son. Obi-Wan wanted to have a relationship with his master like that. But every time he tried to get personal with the man, he either changed the subject, ignored him, or got up and left the room. Obi-Wan was no sure how much more he could take. He made his final decision right then and there. He reached out with the Force. Qui-Gon was not home. Good thought Obi-Wan. He opened the door, and walked into his room. He grabbed his travel bag from the closet, and stuffed what little civilian clothes he had into it. He left one outfit out. He quickly changed into it. He put his lightsaber on his bed, along with the only gift Qui-Gon had ever given him, a rock from his home world. Then came the most heartbreaking of all, he took out a knife that was supposed to have belonged to his father, and held it up to his braid. He sliced through the braid cutting it off. Tears rolled down his ever- changing eyes that were blue right now. He knew what he was doing was the right thing to do. He threw his shields up really tightly, and reached along to the middle of their weak master-padawan bond, and severed it. He could no longer feel Qui-Gon along it. But, why did it seem like he was still connected to the cold man? Obi-Wan Kenobi then went out the door of Qui-Gon's apartment, down the hallway, out the main door of the Jedi Temple, and out into the dangerous Coruscant streets.