Title: Knighting Ceremony
Author: ewan's girl
Chapter 6: Sink full of memories
Obi Wan palmed the keypad on the door and it opened with a swoosh of air, filling his nostrils with the familar smell of meditation incense that had been trapped behind the door for the past week. He closed his eyes and lingered in the doorway, emersing himself in the aroma he had fallen asleep to for now twelve years of his life, the aroma he always associated with home. He returned his thoughts away from memories that were suddenly becoming too painful and strode through the door into his apartment.
Out of habbit the Jedi turned to the left and headed to the smaller of the two rooms, which technically was still his. Once inside he removed his cloak, tossed it on his sleep couch and glanced around his living space, not sure where to begin. The new knight realized he needed to set the room up for his rambunctious apprentice, but his heart cried at the thought of disturbing anything that his former master may have touched. He felt if he moved anything it would actually be admitting that Qui Gon was gone.
He shook his head and pushed back the greif to the locked box it would forever live in and proceeded to pack up his personal belongings, placing them inside a crate. He worked with Jedi speed, never stopping to reminise over various awards, art work, holo pics or anything else, working meticulously until the task was done. He stood in the center of the now empty, clean room and sighed, marveling how the familiar room looked so different and he found himself hoping Anakin would make it as much of a home as he did.
Obi Wan turned away from his former room and walked across the living space to the room reserved for the master. He stopped in front of the silver door and attempted to calm his nerves, trying to reach a state of walking meditation so that no emotions or feelings would interfere with the unhappy task ahead of him, a few moments and deep breaths later he strode into Qui Gon's room.
An hour went by before the former padawan closed the lid of a large wooden trunk that once held his master's favorite memories and now also home to his most valuable prizes, with included but were not limited to Qui Gon's light saber. He gathered up the remaining articles of Qui Gon's and put them in a pile next to the door, waiting to take them down to the Temple's storage room. Obi Wan glanced around the apartment, wondering where he should start next.
The ginger haired knight decided to forego the living room and headed for the kitchen, taking with him a plate he had left on the dining room table before his last mission. Obi Wan then proceeded to roll up his sleeves as he ran the water to cleanse the unwashed dishes. He frowned at the pile of glasswear, knowing it was his fault they had piled up so bad. He was always willing to help his master clean the apartment, but ever since a mission involving Siri Tachi he couldn't stand washing dishes.
As he placed another bowl into the warm, clean water his thoughts drifted to Siri and their last meeting. He then realized that she wasn't with the rest of his friends in the docking bay, and he suddenly wondered if she was alright. He decided once he got Anakin to go to sleep (easier said than done he'd discovered) he would try to find the blonde hair woman, and make sure she wasn't doing anything rash.
Obi Wan took a towel and began to dry one of the plates and as he turned around to put it away he noticed a lone tea cup sitting on the counter in a corner. He suddenly felt his heart leap inside his chest at the sight, almost dropping the plate in his hand. With shaking fingers he carefully placed the plate in it's place and gingerly picked up the cup, staring at what was left of the light brown liquid. He felt a sob catch in his throat and tears began to sting his eyes as the memory surfaced.
/ Qui Gon Jinn blew cool air onto his cup of tea, taking in the sweet aroma that always helped calm his nerves. It had been an emotional eight hours since he had returned to the Temple with the "Chosen One" in tow, and an even worse last hour since his meeting with the Council deciding Anakin's future. Things had not gone well at all, and to make things worse he had hurt his apprentice in the process all because of a long lost prophecy.
The Jedi master sighed, taking a sip of the tea, trying to overcome his anxieties about the situation. He then sensed the presence of his padawan slowly enter the dinning room, he could sense Obi Wan's emotions (although most of his shields were fully errect). He decided to keep his back towards Obi Wan, not wanting to see the haunted look in his young eyes.
Obi Wan walked into the dinning room and noticed the tall figure of his master standing next to the counter sipping tea. He found himself becoming angry at the fact that Qui Gon not only dismissed him for a child he didn't even know but hadn't even approached Obi Wan to explain his actions. The padawan felt betrayed and unfortunatly it wasn't the first time Qui Gon had caused him to feel that way.
Yet on the other hand Obi Wan knew it was very unJedi like to hold such a grudge, it could endanger the mission at hand, but standing there watching the man he deemed as a father standing in a corner sipping tea, not having any sense of remorse left the young man feeling cold.
"The Queen will be expecting us shortly." Obi Wan stated, clipping his light saber to his belt.
Qui Gon took another sip and closed his eyes, this was the first time Obi Wan had spoken to him since the meeting with the Council and he could hear the venom in his voice. He quickly thought of how to respond, a huge part of him wanting to reasure his charge that nothing had changed, but he knew it was foolish of him to believe that, and Obi Wan was too smart to fall for it.
Qui Gon turned to face his apprentice, noticing the storm brewing within the blue/grey orbs. "Then it would be wrong to keep her waiting." He blurted, feeling incredibly awkward with the conversation, and taking one last sip of the tea before setting it on the counter.
Obi Wan fixed his gaze on the tea cup on the counter, not able to look the man in the eyes. "Yes master." He then turned and left their quarters and for the first time it was Qui Gon who walked a step behind Obi Wan. /
Obi Wan returned his thoughts to the present, and looked down at the small cup in his hands, not sure what to do with it, but before he could do anything he heard the door swoosh open and a familiar young voice was talking excidedly.
"Master Obi Wan?" Anakin called out.
"In the kitchen." Obi Wan called back, carefully placing the cup back onto the counter.
Night had taken Courascant yet again, yet the planet still held an irredecent glow due to all the neon lights that had taken over their reign. The Jedi Temple seemed to shimer with a white light, a symbol of justice and peace in the center of a bustiling city filled with turmoil. Many of the lights had been doused because of the late hour, but one kept burning, much to his master's dismay.
"Anakin, turn out that light and go to bed." Obi Wan called for the fourth time in the span of ten minutes. He listened with the Force to sense what his apprentice was doing. "I mean it padawan, you have a very big day tomorrow, go to sleep."
The light turned out and silence returned to the apartment. . .for a moment.
Obi Wan turned back to his book, he was nestled in his favorite chair that was next to the window. He knew his apprentice was pretending to be asleep, he shook his head and turned the page. "I will not hesitate to use a sleep suggestion on you." Obi Wan threatened, never taking his eyes off his book.
Anakin's door slowly opened. "Master?"
Eyes still on the book. "Yes?"
"Are you sad?" Anakin asked, hovering in his doorway.
This question immedeatly drew the master's attention. "What?"
The nine year old nervously twisted the corner of his night tunic. "Are you really sad about master Qui Gon?"
Obi Wan sighed, put down his book and leaned his elbows on his knees. "Yes Anakin I am."
"I miss him." Anakin blurted, sitting down on the edge of the couch. "I know I didn't really know him. . ."
Obi Wan softened his features. "Well the two of you shared a bond, one that no one could explain."
"He was your father huh." Anakin stated.
Obi Wan was taken back. "Well no. . ."
"Garen said that master Qui Gon was like your father." Anakin explained.
Obi Wan straightened up in the chair. "That's true, he was like my father, the closest thing to a father I've ever known."
Anakin bit his lip and thought about things for a moment. "I never had a dad." He looked up at Obi Wan. "Do you think maybe we'll be like you and master Qui Gon were?"
Obi Wan rose to his feet and walked up to Anakin, sitting down next to him on the couch. "Possibly, one day." The master offered a small smile to his charge. "But I don't know if I'll be a very good father, I don't know if I'm ready."
"I think you are." Anakin said with confidence, he then wrapped his arms around Obi Wan and held him tightly.
Obi Wan hugged him back, finding tears coming to his eyes. "Ok, seriously it's time for bed." He released himself from Anakin's grasp and pushed him in the direction of his door.
"Goodnight master." Anakin trotted off towards his room.
"Goodnight padawan." Obi Wan answered, moving back to his chair.
Anakin stopped and looked back at the twenty five year old. "You know it's ok to be sad, I know if my mother died I'd be real sad."
"Yes it is ok to be sad Anakin, but as Jedi we are suppose to let go of our emotions." Obi Wan tried to explain. "But you will lean this in time my apprentice, now get some sleep."
With out another word he turned headed to bed. Obi Wan shook his head and picked up his book just as his door chime went off, he looked at the wall chrono, curiosity getting the better of him. He walked to the door and was surprised to see Garen on the other side.
"Garen?" Obi Wan leaned on the doorframe.
"Hey man, you ready for sparring?" Garen asked, chewing some sort of treat.
"Oh, no I'm really not up for it tonight, I think I've had enough dueling for this week." Obi Wan exclaimed, heading back into the apartment.
Garen followed after him, closing the door. "Ok, that's cool, we'll just hang out then." He sat down on the couch, putting his legs up on the table. "Wanna watch a holopic?"
"No, I just want to be alone." Obi Wan stated, not wanting to hurt his friend's feelings.
"I totally understand." Garen answered, picking up Obi Wan's book. "I would want to be alone too."
Obi Wan shook his head. "Bant sent you didn't she?"
Garen looked offended. "Are you insinuating that I didn't come here on my own. . .yeah ok, you caught me." He sat up and threw the book on the table. "Seriously man, how you holding up?"
Obi Wan shrugged. "I broke down over a tea cup." He admitted. "I just destroyed a Sith lord and I broke down in my kitchen over a tea cup."
Garen didn't know how to respond. "Sorry man."
"It's ok, I just wish I could let it go." Obi Wan stated.
"Maybe you never will, you know it is possible." Garen awkwardly stated, recieving a harsh look from Obi Wan. "I didn't mean that, damn Bant really is better at this than I am."
Obi Wan shook his head. "I won't argue with that. . .even Siri would be better than you at this."
Garen stiffened at the mention of her name. "Yeah." He gave a forced chuckle.
Obi Wan noticed the change in his demenor. "Gar, what's going on?"
"They didn't tell you did they?" Garen asked.
"Tell me what?" Obi Wan folded his arms across his chest.
"You know, maybe you should wait for Bant." Garen rose to his feet.
"Garen!"
He turned to face his friend. "Siri's gone man. . .she left."
Author: ewan's girl
Chapter 6: Sink full of memories
Obi Wan palmed the keypad on the door and it opened with a swoosh of air, filling his nostrils with the familar smell of meditation incense that had been trapped behind the door for the past week. He closed his eyes and lingered in the doorway, emersing himself in the aroma he had fallen asleep to for now twelve years of his life, the aroma he always associated with home. He returned his thoughts away from memories that were suddenly becoming too painful and strode through the door into his apartment.
Out of habbit the Jedi turned to the left and headed to the smaller of the two rooms, which technically was still his. Once inside he removed his cloak, tossed it on his sleep couch and glanced around his living space, not sure where to begin. The new knight realized he needed to set the room up for his rambunctious apprentice, but his heart cried at the thought of disturbing anything that his former master may have touched. He felt if he moved anything it would actually be admitting that Qui Gon was gone.
He shook his head and pushed back the greif to the locked box it would forever live in and proceeded to pack up his personal belongings, placing them inside a crate. He worked with Jedi speed, never stopping to reminise over various awards, art work, holo pics or anything else, working meticulously until the task was done. He stood in the center of the now empty, clean room and sighed, marveling how the familiar room looked so different and he found himself hoping Anakin would make it as much of a home as he did.
Obi Wan turned away from his former room and walked across the living space to the room reserved for the master. He stopped in front of the silver door and attempted to calm his nerves, trying to reach a state of walking meditation so that no emotions or feelings would interfere with the unhappy task ahead of him, a few moments and deep breaths later he strode into Qui Gon's room.
An hour went by before the former padawan closed the lid of a large wooden trunk that once held his master's favorite memories and now also home to his most valuable prizes, with included but were not limited to Qui Gon's light saber. He gathered up the remaining articles of Qui Gon's and put them in a pile next to the door, waiting to take them down to the Temple's storage room. Obi Wan glanced around the apartment, wondering where he should start next.
The ginger haired knight decided to forego the living room and headed for the kitchen, taking with him a plate he had left on the dining room table before his last mission. Obi Wan then proceeded to roll up his sleeves as he ran the water to cleanse the unwashed dishes. He frowned at the pile of glasswear, knowing it was his fault they had piled up so bad. He was always willing to help his master clean the apartment, but ever since a mission involving Siri Tachi he couldn't stand washing dishes.
As he placed another bowl into the warm, clean water his thoughts drifted to Siri and their last meeting. He then realized that she wasn't with the rest of his friends in the docking bay, and he suddenly wondered if she was alright. He decided once he got Anakin to go to sleep (easier said than done he'd discovered) he would try to find the blonde hair woman, and make sure she wasn't doing anything rash.
Obi Wan took a towel and began to dry one of the plates and as he turned around to put it away he noticed a lone tea cup sitting on the counter in a corner. He suddenly felt his heart leap inside his chest at the sight, almost dropping the plate in his hand. With shaking fingers he carefully placed the plate in it's place and gingerly picked up the cup, staring at what was left of the light brown liquid. He felt a sob catch in his throat and tears began to sting his eyes as the memory surfaced.
/ Qui Gon Jinn blew cool air onto his cup of tea, taking in the sweet aroma that always helped calm his nerves. It had been an emotional eight hours since he had returned to the Temple with the "Chosen One" in tow, and an even worse last hour since his meeting with the Council deciding Anakin's future. Things had not gone well at all, and to make things worse he had hurt his apprentice in the process all because of a long lost prophecy.
The Jedi master sighed, taking a sip of the tea, trying to overcome his anxieties about the situation. He then sensed the presence of his padawan slowly enter the dinning room, he could sense Obi Wan's emotions (although most of his shields were fully errect). He decided to keep his back towards Obi Wan, not wanting to see the haunted look in his young eyes.
Obi Wan walked into the dinning room and noticed the tall figure of his master standing next to the counter sipping tea. He found himself becoming angry at the fact that Qui Gon not only dismissed him for a child he didn't even know but hadn't even approached Obi Wan to explain his actions. The padawan felt betrayed and unfortunatly it wasn't the first time Qui Gon had caused him to feel that way.
Yet on the other hand Obi Wan knew it was very unJedi like to hold such a grudge, it could endanger the mission at hand, but standing there watching the man he deemed as a father standing in a corner sipping tea, not having any sense of remorse left the young man feeling cold.
"The Queen will be expecting us shortly." Obi Wan stated, clipping his light saber to his belt.
Qui Gon took another sip and closed his eyes, this was the first time Obi Wan had spoken to him since the meeting with the Council and he could hear the venom in his voice. He quickly thought of how to respond, a huge part of him wanting to reasure his charge that nothing had changed, but he knew it was foolish of him to believe that, and Obi Wan was too smart to fall for it.
Qui Gon turned to face his apprentice, noticing the storm brewing within the blue/grey orbs. "Then it would be wrong to keep her waiting." He blurted, feeling incredibly awkward with the conversation, and taking one last sip of the tea before setting it on the counter.
Obi Wan fixed his gaze on the tea cup on the counter, not able to look the man in the eyes. "Yes master." He then turned and left their quarters and for the first time it was Qui Gon who walked a step behind Obi Wan. /
Obi Wan returned his thoughts to the present, and looked down at the small cup in his hands, not sure what to do with it, but before he could do anything he heard the door swoosh open and a familiar young voice was talking excidedly.
"Master Obi Wan?" Anakin called out.
"In the kitchen." Obi Wan called back, carefully placing the cup back onto the counter.
Night had taken Courascant yet again, yet the planet still held an irredecent glow due to all the neon lights that had taken over their reign. The Jedi Temple seemed to shimer with a white light, a symbol of justice and peace in the center of a bustiling city filled with turmoil. Many of the lights had been doused because of the late hour, but one kept burning, much to his master's dismay.
"Anakin, turn out that light and go to bed." Obi Wan called for the fourth time in the span of ten minutes. He listened with the Force to sense what his apprentice was doing. "I mean it padawan, you have a very big day tomorrow, go to sleep."
The light turned out and silence returned to the apartment. . .for a moment.
Obi Wan turned back to his book, he was nestled in his favorite chair that was next to the window. He knew his apprentice was pretending to be asleep, he shook his head and turned the page. "I will not hesitate to use a sleep suggestion on you." Obi Wan threatened, never taking his eyes off his book.
Anakin's door slowly opened. "Master?"
Eyes still on the book. "Yes?"
"Are you sad?" Anakin asked, hovering in his doorway.
This question immedeatly drew the master's attention. "What?"
The nine year old nervously twisted the corner of his night tunic. "Are you really sad about master Qui Gon?"
Obi Wan sighed, put down his book and leaned his elbows on his knees. "Yes Anakin I am."
"I miss him." Anakin blurted, sitting down on the edge of the couch. "I know I didn't really know him. . ."
Obi Wan softened his features. "Well the two of you shared a bond, one that no one could explain."
"He was your father huh." Anakin stated.
Obi Wan was taken back. "Well no. . ."
"Garen said that master Qui Gon was like your father." Anakin explained.
Obi Wan straightened up in the chair. "That's true, he was like my father, the closest thing to a father I've ever known."
Anakin bit his lip and thought about things for a moment. "I never had a dad." He looked up at Obi Wan. "Do you think maybe we'll be like you and master Qui Gon were?"
Obi Wan rose to his feet and walked up to Anakin, sitting down next to him on the couch. "Possibly, one day." The master offered a small smile to his charge. "But I don't know if I'll be a very good father, I don't know if I'm ready."
"I think you are." Anakin said with confidence, he then wrapped his arms around Obi Wan and held him tightly.
Obi Wan hugged him back, finding tears coming to his eyes. "Ok, seriously it's time for bed." He released himself from Anakin's grasp and pushed him in the direction of his door.
"Goodnight master." Anakin trotted off towards his room.
"Goodnight padawan." Obi Wan answered, moving back to his chair.
Anakin stopped and looked back at the twenty five year old. "You know it's ok to be sad, I know if my mother died I'd be real sad."
"Yes it is ok to be sad Anakin, but as Jedi we are suppose to let go of our emotions." Obi Wan tried to explain. "But you will lean this in time my apprentice, now get some sleep."
With out another word he turned headed to bed. Obi Wan shook his head and picked up his book just as his door chime went off, he looked at the wall chrono, curiosity getting the better of him. He walked to the door and was surprised to see Garen on the other side.
"Garen?" Obi Wan leaned on the doorframe.
"Hey man, you ready for sparring?" Garen asked, chewing some sort of treat.
"Oh, no I'm really not up for it tonight, I think I've had enough dueling for this week." Obi Wan exclaimed, heading back into the apartment.
Garen followed after him, closing the door. "Ok, that's cool, we'll just hang out then." He sat down on the couch, putting his legs up on the table. "Wanna watch a holopic?"
"No, I just want to be alone." Obi Wan stated, not wanting to hurt his friend's feelings.
"I totally understand." Garen answered, picking up Obi Wan's book. "I would want to be alone too."
Obi Wan shook his head. "Bant sent you didn't she?"
Garen looked offended. "Are you insinuating that I didn't come here on my own. . .yeah ok, you caught me." He sat up and threw the book on the table. "Seriously man, how you holding up?"
Obi Wan shrugged. "I broke down over a tea cup." He admitted. "I just destroyed a Sith lord and I broke down in my kitchen over a tea cup."
Garen didn't know how to respond. "Sorry man."
"It's ok, I just wish I could let it go." Obi Wan stated.
"Maybe you never will, you know it is possible." Garen awkwardly stated, recieving a harsh look from Obi Wan. "I didn't mean that, damn Bant really is better at this than I am."
Obi Wan shook his head. "I won't argue with that. . .even Siri would be better than you at this."
Garen stiffened at the mention of her name. "Yeah." He gave a forced chuckle.
Obi Wan noticed the change in his demenor. "Gar, what's going on?"
"They didn't tell you did they?" Garen asked.
"Tell me what?" Obi Wan folded his arms across his chest.
"You know, maybe you should wait for Bant." Garen rose to his feet.
"Garen!"
He turned to face his friend. "Siri's gone man. . .she left."