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And here it is, the last and final chapter of my story. Read and Enjoy. I am working on another story but I have no idea when I will be post it. It is still in its drawing board stage but it is getting there. Thanks again for all your support!

Epilogue

Obi-Wan tapped his fingers impatiently. He was once again in the healing ward, having his bandages changed for the hundredth time. Well, it felt like the hundredth time anyway. He hadn't been there long but he had spent enough time in the healing quarters over the last few weeks to last him for quite some time.

The healer hummed softly as she worked but Obi-Wan hardly heard her. His thoughts kept drifting back to Corath. He and Qui-Gon had returned the day before but Obi-Wan hadn't seen his Master for more then five minutes since. While Obi-Wan had gone directly to the healers, Qui-Gon had had to report directly to the Council. Much to his master's disapproval. A smile came to Obi-Wan's face as his Master's facial expression flashed in his mind. If there was one thing Qui-Gon did not take well to, it was being ordered around by the Council. Qui-Gon was there now in fact, giving yet another detailed report of the events that had occurred, but he had promised to meet Obi-Wan for lunch.

A sudden tugging on his shoulder interrupted Obi-Wan's thoughts. He glanced at it and watched quietly as the healer tied a knot at the end of the bandage to hold it in place.

" There, I'm done. Can you move your arm at all?"

Obi-Wan lifted his arm and turned it this way and that. The shoulder was sore but nothing he couldn't deal with.

" Good. Come back in two days and we'll remove the bandages. Remember no excessive use of that arm. That mean no light saber training Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan sighed and nodded. He hated being injured, it took all the fun out his daily routine. " Thank you Healer Shara."

She smiled and walked out of the room. Obi-Wan picked up his tunic and pulled it over his head. Something fell out of it and he bent down to retrieve it. It was the braid Anal had given him. Anal. Obi-Wan smiled. Without her help he never would have been able to find Qui-Gon in time. He wasn't sure how she had influenced his dreams or how she had known Qui-Gon would be in trouble but whatever she had done he was thankful. Obi-Wan placed the braid back within the safety of his shirt and hopped off the medical bed.

The Temple's hallways were quiet as usual, with the faint sound of waterfalls in the background. Obi-Wan walked slowly. He enjoyed the time he spent in the Temple and always tried to make it last as long as possible. His eyes gazed lazily at the things around him, things that were as familiar to him as his own name.

Obi-Wan walked through the hallways in a daze. Time seemed loose it importance and it slipped by unnoticed. He hadn't realized just how much time had actually passed until his stomach growled, reminding him that he was to meet Qui-Gon for lunch. Obi-Wan glanced around him. He noticed he wasn't very far from the Jedi Council room. Perhaps Qui-Gon is done with his meeting.

Obi-Wan quickened his pace and headed off to greet his Master.

Qui-Gon took a deep breath. He had just finished one of several stressful meetings with the Jedi Council. They had wanted every detail of what had transpired on Corath. He must have answered at least a hundred questions. It was to be expected, but Qui-Gon still felt like he had been interrogated rather then questioned about the events of his mission.

He rubbed his neck tiredly. He hadn't been given much time to rest since his return and his neck was sore from the constant standing. A noise from his left caught his attention and he turned to see his padawan walking towards him. Qui-Gon couldn't help but smile. Upon his and Obi-Wan's return from Corath everyone seemed to notice the change between them. Qui-Gon must have received a dozen congratulations from other Jedi Masters but of course no one was more pleased then Yoda. The Old Master had been persistent with Qui-Gon about Obi-Wan from the beginning. All the members of the Council had said their praises but Yoda had simply smiled.

Qui-Gon watched quietly as Obi-Wan noticed him and smiled warmly. The Master sensed a change in his young apprentice. He seemed stronger, despite the obvious injury to his shoulder, more confident. Obi-Wan stopped once he reached Qui-Gon's side, his green eyes shinning brightly.

" Hello Master. Did everything go well with the Council?"

" Yes Obi-Wan. They were saddened by the death of the Ambassador but understood there was no other way."

"What will happen to the Algots?"

" They are still deciding. Eventually, though, a decision will be made and out services will be offered again."

Qui-Gon had to fight a smile at the look of dismay on his young pupil's face. " I don't mean us personally Obi-Wan. The Council will offer the help of the Jedi Order. If the Algots except, two other Jedi will be sent to help."

Obi-Wan's shoulders slumped with relief. " Forgive me Master But I would rather not have to return to that particular planet for quite some time."

Qui-Gon chuckled softly. " Don't worry Obi-Wan, I completely agree with you."

A silence passed between then but it wasn't an uncomfortable one, with their newfound connection came a feeling of comfort in each other's company. Suddenly Obi-Wan's stomach growled and the silence was broken. Qui-Gon smiled as a blush spread across Obi-Wan's cheeks.

" I seem to remember a similar situation on Corath."

Obi-Wan's blush darkened. " Yes Master."

Qui-Gon placed a hand on his padawan's good shoulder grinning widely. " Come then. I believe it is time for lunch."

Obi-Wan nodded and followed Qui-Gon down the hallway. Qui-Gon casually glanced at his padawan walking beside him. Now was not the time for protocols or rules, now was a time for two companions to enjoy lunch together. One of Anal's many statements slid into his mind. " You might want to show that you care from time to time. You might be surprised at what it will accomplish. " Qui-Gon knew Anal was right. Though it was obvious that he and Obi-Wan cared very much for each other, Qui-Gon knew Obi-Wan needed to hear the words. Just thinking about it made his mouth go dry and his throat tighten. I never was very good at "expressing" my emotions.

As they neared the lunchroom, Qui-Gon felt the desperate need to tell Obi-Wan what was on his mind and in his heart. He placed a hand on the boy's shoulder to get his attention.

" Obi-Wan, there is something I want to talk to you about."

" Yes Master?"

Curiosity filled Obi-Wan's sharp green eyes and Qui-Gon struggled to find the right words. " Obi-Wan, we have been Master and Padawan for two years now and I think it is time to tell you….that is tell you how much I…"

" Yes Master? Tell me what?"

" Well…what I mean to say is," By the force when had it become so difficult to talk to ones own padawan? " Obi-Wan, I wanted to tell you that I am very proud of you and I am honored to have you as my Padawan."

Qui-Gon sighed with relief. It wasn't exactly what he wanted to say but he hoped Obi-Wan understood and got the message. He looked into the young man's eyes and was pleased to a smile slowly start to spread across Obi-Wan's face.

" Thank you Master."

Qui-Gon, for the first time in years, felt tears burn behind his eyes. Everything he had been trying to say was right there in his Padawan's eyes. He laid a hand on Obi-Wan's uninjured shoulder. Obi-Wan reached over and places his hand over his own. They stood there like that, in complete silence, for a few moments, neither wanting to break the contact. But Obi-Wan has a very demanding stomach and it wouldn't be ignored, not matter how sweet the moment.

Qui-Gon smiles and chuckled softly, " I think your stomach is demanding out attention my young padawan."

Obi-Wan looked down at his stomach and gave it a mock look of annoyance. " I think so Master."

" Come then, let's see what is for lunch."

Qui-Gon began to walk but stopped when Obi-Wan did not follow. He turned around and looked at him puzzled.

Obi-Wan tilted his head to the side but didn't say a word. He merely stared at Qui-Gon, his cool green eyes studying him. Then Qui-Gon felt it, the familiar brush across his mind.

/ Thank you Master /

A lump formed in Qui-Gon's throat and he suddenly found it very difficult to swallow. He smiled and beckoned Obi-Wan to follow, not trusting his voice to speak. They walked into the lunchroom and say at a table nearest a window. Obi-Wan gazed out at the cit as their food was brought over to them. They ate in silence, words seeming inadequate at the moment. Qui-Gon looked at Obi-Wan and smiled. The young man's head turned towards his when he heard it. His eyes gleaming, he returned his Master's smile.

Just three words, that's all he had said; but they held all the understanding and caring in the world.

/ You're welcome my Padawan /

THE END