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I just gaped at him. This was my Master's Father! How?! Was this why he was acting like this to me, out of guilt for what his son had done?!
"No, Obi-wan, I am not. I told you that when I saw the goodness in you, I had not the heart to be cruel to you. Besides, I disowned my son years ago," he sighs softly.
"Why?" I ask.
"It is a long story. My son and I had a disagreement, and he told me he never wished to be called a son of mine, so I obliged and disowned him. I hated it, and it hurt to know that I had disowned my only child, but he wished it. When I was diagnosed, the healers sent a message to him, but he could care less. I don't know how we got so far apart, though the start was both of our faults," he whispers.
My heart aches for him, and I place my small hand upon his arm.
"It seems that is was mostly he's fault. If you were my Father, I wouldn't let us drift apart," I say softly.
He smiles sadly, and wraps an arm around my slender shoulders, giving them a little squeeze, "Thank you, Obi-wan. I wished my son had the same goodness as you have."
We sat there for a moment in comfortable silence, when I felt a wave of weariness from Qui-gon.
"You had better get some rest," I comment.
"Now, is this a switch. The patient telling the Master to get some rest instead of the other way around," he chuckles then smiled gently at me, "I think I had better. I shall see you tomorrow, Obi-wan," he says.
He then got up from his seat, and walks off. I hope he will be all right.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Easy, Obi-wan, take it slow," the healer warns as I try to apply pressure to the leg.
It's been nearly two weeks since I first regained consciousness. They have finally taken the bacta casts off my legs, and I am now trying to stand up on my own. The healers warn that it may be too early, but I am sick of being stuck in this bed. I want to walk around.
Ow, okay, one leg on the ground, now for the other. Ouch! Am I really sure that this is a good idea? Nope, but oh well.
I wonder where Qui-gon is. He always comes to see me about this time. He promised he would be here early to watch me walk, or fall on my face as he had jokingly said. He seemed slightly sick yesterday, I hope he is okay.
"That's it, Obi-wan, now just see if you can stand," the healer coaxes.
I push myself off the bed, and slowly raise myself up. It hurts, but I can control it, at least for a little while. I finally settle my full weight on both legs. It hurts like Sith, but hey, healing has to hurt, I should know that by now.
A feeling suddenly comes to me. Something is wrong. Not with me, but with.... Oh Sith!
"Obi-wan, are you all right? You seem a bit pale. Maybe you had better sit down," the healer suggests.
I ignore her question, "I think you should have someone check up on Master Jinn and my Ma... Xanatos Jinn," I say, fear is edging up into my chest.
"I'll have someone check on Master Jinn, and I'll call about Xanatos. But you had better sit down before you collapse," she says.
I sit back down on the bed, worry thrumming through my blood. She quickly settles me back into bed and she now leaves.
What could be wrong with Qui-gon and my former Master?
What could be wrong? I have been sitting here for what feels like hours wondering. I thought I heard a team of healers rush down the hall, but the healer here reassured me that nothing was wrong. Right, I don't believe that. Something is wrong, and I wish to know what it is!
A massive pain has just gripped by chest. Letting out a wheezing scream, I collapse from the bed. The healer is rushing over here. What is wrong with me? Qui-gon, Master? Both? The pain is hitting harder, blackness is enclosing around me. Qui-gon! Master! I need to know what is wrong!
//It's...all...right...Obi-wan,// the soft voice of my former Master drifts into my mind, he is in such pain.
I cry out at the pain I feel from him. What is going on?
//Master, what is wrong?// I sent quickly.
//Chest hurts.... Father....// he trails off and I reach out to him, but I can't, because he is blocking me.
"Obi-wan, are you all right?" the healer asks.
"Need to find out about Qui-gon and Master," I gasp; the pain is coming back stronger.
"Master Jinn and Xanatos Jinn have been found collapsed in their rooms! We need all the help we can get, since Master Jinn has stopped breathing and Xanatos is beginning to hit critical!" a healer yells from outside.
The healer before me helps me up and back into bed before running outside to help. My worry grows as I listen to the yells and running outside, by heart clenching from both the pain and worry that I am feeling. What is wrong?
The darkness is back, and I cannot fight it off. The pain grows in my chest, and my desperation grows. Suddenly the darkness floods my senses, and just as I loose all consciousness, I hear the sound of two heart monitors going flat....
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I don't understand you sometimes, Obi-wan! How foolish could you be!" my Master roared at me, he has never been this angry at me before.
"I don't know! It just happened!" I protested.
"Oh, it just happened?! You just happened to break that other boy's arm?!" he roared at me.
"Bruck just got in the way to mess me up, if I hadn't of flipped backwards at the last moment, he might have been hurt worse. I didn't do it!" I said, backing away from him.
"I am sure you didn't! Though it is well known that you hate him!" he growled as he advanced on me.
"I don't hate him! We are just at a dispute, I swear!" I protested, fear growing within me.
"Maybe I should give you a taste of what it feels like to break something," he snarled, towering over me.
"No, please, Master!" I pleaded.
I suddenly felt him reach out into the Force and my arm break in two. I screamed as the pain slammed into me.
"Not enough? I shall show you more, boy," he hissed, and I felt my left leg shatter under me.
I collapsed to the ground, screaming louder, and struggling to hold it in. My other leg shattered and I howled in pain. Oh Sith it hurt!
"I am not finished yet. I won't let another one run around killing people," he murmured, and kicked me strait in the ribs.
I heard them snap under his boot, but I couldn't draw breath to scream. He then seized my neck in his hands, and pressed down.
//No, please, don't!// I pleaded before the world blacked out around me.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Master!" I yell as I come fully awake, to find the healer restraining me.
"Obi-wan, it was just a dream," she sooths, and I feel the Force flow over me, sending the remembered pains away. I relax under her touch.
Then it hits me.
"What of my Master? What of Qui-gon?" I ask, and I fear the answer.
"Master Qui-gon is in a coma, Obi-wan, and as to Xanatos Jinn, its best if I do not say for now," she whispers.
My heart clenches in my chest, but I dare not answer. I fear I do not want to know.
I just gaped at him. This was my Master's Father! How?! Was this why he was acting like this to me, out of guilt for what his son had done?!
"No, Obi-wan, I am not. I told you that when I saw the goodness in you, I had not the heart to be cruel to you. Besides, I disowned my son years ago," he sighs softly.
"Why?" I ask.
"It is a long story. My son and I had a disagreement, and he told me he never wished to be called a son of mine, so I obliged and disowned him. I hated it, and it hurt to know that I had disowned my only child, but he wished it. When I was diagnosed, the healers sent a message to him, but he could care less. I don't know how we got so far apart, though the start was both of our faults," he whispers.
My heart aches for him, and I place my small hand upon his arm.
"It seems that is was mostly he's fault. If you were my Father, I wouldn't let us drift apart," I say softly.
He smiles sadly, and wraps an arm around my slender shoulders, giving them a little squeeze, "Thank you, Obi-wan. I wished my son had the same goodness as you have."
We sat there for a moment in comfortable silence, when I felt a wave of weariness from Qui-gon.
"You had better get some rest," I comment.
"Now, is this a switch. The patient telling the Master to get some rest instead of the other way around," he chuckles then smiled gently at me, "I think I had better. I shall see you tomorrow, Obi-wan," he says.
He then got up from his seat, and walks off. I hope he will be all right.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Easy, Obi-wan, take it slow," the healer warns as I try to apply pressure to the leg.
It's been nearly two weeks since I first regained consciousness. They have finally taken the bacta casts off my legs, and I am now trying to stand up on my own. The healers warn that it may be too early, but I am sick of being stuck in this bed. I want to walk around.
Ow, okay, one leg on the ground, now for the other. Ouch! Am I really sure that this is a good idea? Nope, but oh well.
I wonder where Qui-gon is. He always comes to see me about this time. He promised he would be here early to watch me walk, or fall on my face as he had jokingly said. He seemed slightly sick yesterday, I hope he is okay.
"That's it, Obi-wan, now just see if you can stand," the healer coaxes.
I push myself off the bed, and slowly raise myself up. It hurts, but I can control it, at least for a little while. I finally settle my full weight on both legs. It hurts like Sith, but hey, healing has to hurt, I should know that by now.
A feeling suddenly comes to me. Something is wrong. Not with me, but with.... Oh Sith!
"Obi-wan, are you all right? You seem a bit pale. Maybe you had better sit down," the healer suggests.
I ignore her question, "I think you should have someone check up on Master Jinn and my Ma... Xanatos Jinn," I say, fear is edging up into my chest.
"I'll have someone check on Master Jinn, and I'll call about Xanatos. But you had better sit down before you collapse," she says.
I sit back down on the bed, worry thrumming through my blood. She quickly settles me back into bed and she now leaves.
What could be wrong with Qui-gon and my former Master?
What could be wrong? I have been sitting here for what feels like hours wondering. I thought I heard a team of healers rush down the hall, but the healer here reassured me that nothing was wrong. Right, I don't believe that. Something is wrong, and I wish to know what it is!
A massive pain has just gripped by chest. Letting out a wheezing scream, I collapse from the bed. The healer is rushing over here. What is wrong with me? Qui-gon, Master? Both? The pain is hitting harder, blackness is enclosing around me. Qui-gon! Master! I need to know what is wrong!
//It's...all...right...Obi-wan,// the soft voice of my former Master drifts into my mind, he is in such pain.
I cry out at the pain I feel from him. What is going on?
//Master, what is wrong?// I sent quickly.
//Chest hurts.... Father....// he trails off and I reach out to him, but I can't, because he is blocking me.
"Obi-wan, are you all right?" the healer asks.
"Need to find out about Qui-gon and Master," I gasp; the pain is coming back stronger.
"Master Jinn and Xanatos Jinn have been found collapsed in their rooms! We need all the help we can get, since Master Jinn has stopped breathing and Xanatos is beginning to hit critical!" a healer yells from outside.
The healer before me helps me up and back into bed before running outside to help. My worry grows as I listen to the yells and running outside, by heart clenching from both the pain and worry that I am feeling. What is wrong?
The darkness is back, and I cannot fight it off. The pain grows in my chest, and my desperation grows. Suddenly the darkness floods my senses, and just as I loose all consciousness, I hear the sound of two heart monitors going flat....
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I don't understand you sometimes, Obi-wan! How foolish could you be!" my Master roared at me, he has never been this angry at me before.
"I don't know! It just happened!" I protested.
"Oh, it just happened?! You just happened to break that other boy's arm?!" he roared at me.
"Bruck just got in the way to mess me up, if I hadn't of flipped backwards at the last moment, he might have been hurt worse. I didn't do it!" I said, backing away from him.
"I am sure you didn't! Though it is well known that you hate him!" he growled as he advanced on me.
"I don't hate him! We are just at a dispute, I swear!" I protested, fear growing within me.
"Maybe I should give you a taste of what it feels like to break something," he snarled, towering over me.
"No, please, Master!" I pleaded.
I suddenly felt him reach out into the Force and my arm break in two. I screamed as the pain slammed into me.
"Not enough? I shall show you more, boy," he hissed, and I felt my left leg shatter under me.
I collapsed to the ground, screaming louder, and struggling to hold it in. My other leg shattered and I howled in pain. Oh Sith it hurt!
"I am not finished yet. I won't let another one run around killing people," he murmured, and kicked me strait in the ribs.
I heard them snap under his boot, but I couldn't draw breath to scream. He then seized my neck in his hands, and pressed down.
//No, please, don't!// I pleaded before the world blacked out around me.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Master!" I yell as I come fully awake, to find the healer restraining me.
"Obi-wan, it was just a dream," she sooths, and I feel the Force flow over me, sending the remembered pains away. I relax under her touch.
Then it hits me.
"What of my Master? What of Qui-gon?" I ask, and I fear the answer.
"Master Qui-gon is in a coma, Obi-wan, and as to Xanatos Jinn, its best if I do not say for now," she whispers.
My heart clenches in my chest, but I dare not answer. I fear I do not want to know.