Author's Note: I know last chapter was really short, but it really felt
like the right place to stop. Hopefully, the cliffhanger will encourage a
few people to read on. I couldn't bear to leave you in suspense much
longer, so I decided to post again quickly. I could never kill Ben.
I got a
baby's brain and an old man's heart
Took eighteen years to get this far
Don't always know what I'm talking about
Feels like I'm living in the middle of doubt
Obi-Wan looked down at his hand, as if in disbelief. There, clutched tightly in his fist, was his Padawan braid. The braid that represented his apprenticeship and his bond with his Master. It was no longer a part of him, and he no longer deserved to wear it. His bond with his master had disappeared in the aftermath of the attack, and he knew that if he left now, his apprenticeship would be over, but he simply could not bear this odd brand of loneliness any longer. He knew that he was acting in a foolish and reckless manner, and he knew his master would be quite displeased if he failed and managed to get caught, but he just couldn't see another way out. Leaving his braid and his lightsaber on his bed, he shouldered his pack and palmed open the door. Once outside of his room, he hurried, head down, to the escape pods. He had calculated earlier that there were three more escape pods than would be needed in an emergency, so he knew that his decision would not put anyone in danger, even if the worst should come to pass. Unless, of course, more pirates attack and your Master needs you to help defend the ship. Obi-Wan shook his head. His Master didn't need him. He'd already proved his incompetence in battle once on this mission, and had almost succeeded in getting himself killed. If there was one thing his Master didn't need, it was an incompetent Padawan wandering around distracting him from the mission at hand. Qui-Gon had said as much.
**"Master, I don't see why we have to help this man." Obi-Wan's voice was angry. He had only been released from the hospital on the small backwater planet they had been forced to land on after the attack the day before, and he certainly didn't feel up to traveling yet, but his Master had just informed him that they would be continuing their journey in only a few hours. "He's been nothing but difficult, and he doesn't even need to go back. He only wants to return to watch the splashboard finals. We should just take him back to Coruscant and be done with it." Qui-Gon shot his Padawan a disappointed look before responding. "I know he has been rude to you, but you are not handling this situation as a Jedi. Look into the Force. I do not know why, but it wants us to continue." Obi-Wan lost his temper then. "The Force doesn't want us to continue, you do. The Force is telling me that something is definitely wrong here, but you, for some reason, refuse to see it." As what he had just said sunk in, Obi-Wan gaped in horror. He had never, in all of his apprenticeship, spoken to Qui-Gon with such disrespect. Qui-Gon reached out without thinking and slapped his Padawan. The slap was not hard, but it was the first time Qui-Gon had ever physically punished his apprentice. The two simply looked at each other, identical looks of shock on their faces. Finally, Qui-Gon spoke, "Get out of my sight. If you decide you want to be a Jedi again, I'll be in my quarters. Otherwise, I don't want to see you for the rest of the trip." He then turned away, and Obi-Wan was long gone before he turned back.**
I spent eighteen years working towards where I am now, and I lost control of my temper once and threw it all away. How could I have been so stupid? Obi-Wan thought as he punched the access code into one of the escape pods. The door slid open, and he slipped inside. Once in, he began examining the readouts on the screen, and chose a small planet only a few light years away. Detaching from the main ship, he began to pilot the small pod.
Back on the ship, Qui-Gon sat in his quarters in shock. What had gotten in to Obi-Wan? Something was obviously wrong with the boy, as he had never behaved in such a manner before, but Qui-Gon couldn't imagine what it was. The boy had been injured, but that had happened before and he had never reacted in such a manner to continuing a mission. Qui-Gon began to wonder if something else was the matter. Perhaps I was too harsh with the boy. I allowed myself to react to his anger, instead of remaining calm. For all his bravado, he is still only a boy, and sometimes I seem to forget that. No matter how good he is with his saber, he's only eighteen, and sometimes he will lose control of his emotions. As his Master, it's my job to guide him through these times, not yell at him. Berating himself for his harshness, Qui-Gon stood up and crossed the room, knocking on the door separating his room from his Padawan's. When he received no response, he pushed the door open, fully expecting it to be locked. It wasn't, and he was surprised to find it empty. Not only was his Padawan not in his room, but his bag was gone, as were the clothes that usually littered the floor of any room Obi-Wan so much as spent the night in. Looking around, he had almost decided the room was completely empty before something on the bed caught his eye. Lying neatly in the center on top of a flimsy data sheet were Obi-Wan's lightsaber and the remains of his Padawan braid. Picking up the data sheet, he read it quickly.
You said you didn't want to see me again until I was ready to behave as a Jedi, but I honestly don't know how to fix whatever's wrong with me. I suppose this is good-bye, as I'll probably never see you again. I'm sorry I failed you. Please forgive me.
Sincerely,
Obi-Wan Kenobi "My son, my beloved son. Oh what have I done?" Sinking to his knees in the middle of the floor, Qui-Gon began to cry, crying the tears of a father who has just lost his only son.
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I got a
baby's brain and an old man's heart
Took eighteen years to get this far
Don't always know what I'm talking about
Feels like I'm living in the middle of doubt
Obi-Wan looked down at his hand, as if in disbelief. There, clutched tightly in his fist, was his Padawan braid. The braid that represented his apprenticeship and his bond with his Master. It was no longer a part of him, and he no longer deserved to wear it. His bond with his master had disappeared in the aftermath of the attack, and he knew that if he left now, his apprenticeship would be over, but he simply could not bear this odd brand of loneliness any longer. He knew that he was acting in a foolish and reckless manner, and he knew his master would be quite displeased if he failed and managed to get caught, but he just couldn't see another way out. Leaving his braid and his lightsaber on his bed, he shouldered his pack and palmed open the door. Once outside of his room, he hurried, head down, to the escape pods. He had calculated earlier that there were three more escape pods than would be needed in an emergency, so he knew that his decision would not put anyone in danger, even if the worst should come to pass. Unless, of course, more pirates attack and your Master needs you to help defend the ship. Obi-Wan shook his head. His Master didn't need him. He'd already proved his incompetence in battle once on this mission, and had almost succeeded in getting himself killed. If there was one thing his Master didn't need, it was an incompetent Padawan wandering around distracting him from the mission at hand. Qui-Gon had said as much.
**"Master, I don't see why we have to help this man." Obi-Wan's voice was angry. He had only been released from the hospital on the small backwater planet they had been forced to land on after the attack the day before, and he certainly didn't feel up to traveling yet, but his Master had just informed him that they would be continuing their journey in only a few hours. "He's been nothing but difficult, and he doesn't even need to go back. He only wants to return to watch the splashboard finals. We should just take him back to Coruscant and be done with it." Qui-Gon shot his Padawan a disappointed look before responding. "I know he has been rude to you, but you are not handling this situation as a Jedi. Look into the Force. I do not know why, but it wants us to continue." Obi-Wan lost his temper then. "The Force doesn't want us to continue, you do. The Force is telling me that something is definitely wrong here, but you, for some reason, refuse to see it." As what he had just said sunk in, Obi-Wan gaped in horror. He had never, in all of his apprenticeship, spoken to Qui-Gon with such disrespect. Qui-Gon reached out without thinking and slapped his Padawan. The slap was not hard, but it was the first time Qui-Gon had ever physically punished his apprentice. The two simply looked at each other, identical looks of shock on their faces. Finally, Qui-Gon spoke, "Get out of my sight. If you decide you want to be a Jedi again, I'll be in my quarters. Otherwise, I don't want to see you for the rest of the trip." He then turned away, and Obi-Wan was long gone before he turned back.**
I spent eighteen years working towards where I am now, and I lost control of my temper once and threw it all away. How could I have been so stupid? Obi-Wan thought as he punched the access code into one of the escape pods. The door slid open, and he slipped inside. Once in, he began examining the readouts on the screen, and chose a small planet only a few light years away. Detaching from the main ship, he began to pilot the small pod.
Back on the ship, Qui-Gon sat in his quarters in shock. What had gotten in to Obi-Wan? Something was obviously wrong with the boy, as he had never behaved in such a manner before, but Qui-Gon couldn't imagine what it was. The boy had been injured, but that had happened before and he had never reacted in such a manner to continuing a mission. Qui-Gon began to wonder if something else was the matter. Perhaps I was too harsh with the boy. I allowed myself to react to his anger, instead of remaining calm. For all his bravado, he is still only a boy, and sometimes I seem to forget that. No matter how good he is with his saber, he's only eighteen, and sometimes he will lose control of his emotions. As his Master, it's my job to guide him through these times, not yell at him. Berating himself for his harshness, Qui-Gon stood up and crossed the room, knocking on the door separating his room from his Padawan's. When he received no response, he pushed the door open, fully expecting it to be locked. It wasn't, and he was surprised to find it empty. Not only was his Padawan not in his room, but his bag was gone, as were the clothes that usually littered the floor of any room Obi-Wan so much as spent the night in. Looking around, he had almost decided the room was completely empty before something on the bed caught his eye. Lying neatly in the center on top of a flimsy data sheet were Obi-Wan's lightsaber and the remains of his Padawan braid. Picking up the data sheet, he read it quickly.
You said you didn't want to see me again until I was ready to behave as a Jedi, but I honestly don't know how to fix whatever's wrong with me. I suppose this is good-bye, as I'll probably never see you again. I'm sorry I failed you. Please forgive me.
Sincerely,
Obi-Wan Kenobi "My son, my beloved son. Oh what have I done?" Sinking to his knees in the middle of the floor, Qui-Gon began to cry, crying the tears of a father who has just lost his only son.
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