Hey everyone!!! Hope you all like my new fic. This one, I think, Is my favorite right now to write on. I guess it's the prospect of writing about the great Fallen Padawan, Xanatos. Read and Enjoy. Review if you feel the need to do so. Have fun, all!!!


Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, The King of Flannel does. Jude Watson owns Xanatos. I do, however, own anything you don't recognize. Hehee. It's mine!!

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"Obi-Wan: Xanatos' Apprentice"

Obi-Wan Kenobi strode down the hallway that led to his Master's room. Fear had come swiftly and his hands were now shaking. He knew he was in for it.

Obi-Wan had been Qui-Gon's padawan for a year now, and had desperately wanted his Master to love him. But he didn't. He rarely even noticed him. He didn't know if it was just him, or if it was something else, but it bothered him.

By now, a Master and Padawan should have a strong Force bond, but Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had barely any connection through the Force what-so-ever. He could feel him through the Force, and His Master could feel him, they could communicate, but Qui-Gon chose not to. He had put up very strong Force barriers and Obi-Wan didn't bother to try and brake them, cause he knew he couldn't.

He took a deep breath and went over in his head what had happened. Bruck Chun, his enemy --so to speak-- had pushed his nerves to far. He could take it when Bruck made fun of him, or his abilities, but when he made fun of Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan sort a lost it. Despite the current Master/Padawan relationship they held, Obi-Wan was still fiercely loyal to his Master.

Master Windu had broken them up, and no doubt told both his and Brucks Master's what happened. That pretty much brings us up to present date.

He stared at the door that led to his Master for a moment, took a deep breath, and hit the door panel. He stood in the doorway and watched him. He was sitting, looking out a window, back to him. He knew Obi-Wan was standing there, even though he didn't pay any attention to him.

"A Jedi, even one in training, should no it's not proper to stand in a doorway." Qui-Gon told him smoothly, without facing him. Obi-Wan gulped and took a couple steps in side, the door hissing shut form behind him.

"Master, I am sorry for my behavior. It was out of line. It will not happen again." Obi-Wan blurted out quickly. Qui-Gon turned his fierce midnight blue gaze onto his protégé. Obi-Wan cringed. He could stand punishment from Master Windu, he could stand lecture's from Master Yoda, but he couldn't stand punishment from his Master for one simple reason.

He feared him.

Qui-Gon could sense the fear raising quickly in the young man that stood before him. He stared at Obi-Wan, anger stirring inside him. This was not the first time that he and Bruck had done something.

"I don't know or care what started this, Obi-Wan, but fighting Padawan Chun is no way for a Jedi in training to behave. You should have come to me if something had been bothering you and we could have worked it out, then talked to Padawan Chun and Master Yaddle together."

Obi-Wan's anger flared. Talk to him? How could he talk to him when he barely realized that he was alive? He stood there, eye's plastered to his Master, silent. It took great difficulty to hold his tongue, but he sat and took the verbal thrashing his Master dished out.

"And this is not the first time you've struck out against him. I wonder if you do this out of anger or pure vision to defy to me. I don't know which, but I'm really beginning to wonder if all these years of training you to hold you patience was really worth it." Jinn snapped at him, causing the boy's fist to clinch, and his insides to flitch.

Obi-Wan closed his eye's and tried to center himself, so not to lash out at his Master. But the last thing he said stung, deeply and badly, like he had back handed him. He couldn't believe that his Master regretted his training. He couldn't hold his tongue any longer.

"Talk to you!? You really think I would come and talk to you!? You expect me to come to you with my problems and fears, yet you barely see that I am there!! You react to me as if I were a rock, or worse dirt, and barely acknowledge me as your apprentice! How do you expect me to talk to you if you don't give a damn!!!"

Obi-Wan abruptly shut his mouth, his eye's growing wide in fear as he just realized what he had said. He stood stock still, his hands trembling. He had never, not once, talked to his Master like that. He was now defiantly in for it.

Jinn's anger reached an all time high right then. Before he could stop himself and think rationally, he was in front of Obi-Wan, and in one swift movement, he felt his hand make connection with the soft skin that was Obi-Wan's right cheek.

Obi-Wan's hand reached up and gently touched the stinging place where Qui-Gon's hand made contact with his face. Tears welded into his sliver eye's and he backed away from him, stunned, shocked, and hurt.

Jinn stood there in shock, his hand still raised. Not once had he ever struck his padawan. He watched Obi-Wan, his boyish face contorted with fear, shock, and possibly anger. The hand that had struck him reached out to him, but Obi-Wan flinched back. The boy, still quiet shaken from this hit the door panel with such surprising force that it got jammed and swiftly exited the room, tears streaming quietly from his silver eyes.

Obi-Wan stalked down the hallways in the Jedi Temple, not really caring where he went. He just wanted to get as far away from him as possible. Tears streaked his face, and then, suddenly, his fear and hurt turned to anger. He had finally let out thoughts that had been on his mind and troubling him for to long, so in a way he felt lighter.

He ended up in a bathroom, where he examined his face. He gently fingered the huge, red, splotch on his cheek and winced in pain. He finally had lost it. He couldn't take anymore. He stared back at his reflection, his eye's now green with anger, and decided: That was the last straw. He looked once more at the spot Qui-Gon had hit him, and it was now turning a nice purple/blue/black color. He growled and stalked out of the bathroom.

Qui-Gon still stood where we last left him, hand still raised. He felt the warm silent tears run down his face, and they stung. He couldn't believe he did that.

He reached out through his and the boys rather weak force connection, but only to find that Obi-Wan's shields were jammed so far up that not even Master Yoda could get to him.

He didn't know what to do.

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I hope you all liked the first chapter. It took a lot of planning to write. Also, sorry to all you QJ shippers. I hope you don't all hate me now, because of this. I promise that Xanatos will make his presence know soon.

Xanatos: I damn better

Calm down. You'll get your 15 minutes of fame soon. More coming, I swear it!!!! Everyone go read "Amidala's Sick Heart" By A Starlit Dreamer. It's awesome!!! Thanks for reading (and reviewing *winkwink*)~ewankenobi2002