Still don't own 'em. Completed. Thanks to everyone that reviewed.

Thanks to Shannon especially for seeing the story through to the end. Hope I didn't disappoint.

Obi-Wan Kenobi had been to hell and back recently. He considered this a return trip with a one way ticket. After days of working in the minds dirt was permanently embedded in his skin and any kind of bright light would bring him to tears. At the moment he was lying perfectly still on his stomach on the floor of his cell, trying desperately to ease the most recent pain inflicted by his guards. A boy by the name of Jace occupied the cell next to his. A few days before the two boys had found a long range transmission radio, archaic, but able to connect with the modern comlinks of the Jedi. For two glorious seconds Obi-Wan was connected to the outside world, to civilization, and to Qui-Gon, but them reality had come crashing down on his head in the form of a guards bat. The beating that followed was one of the worst in his memory. Another guard had to intervene to keep him from being killed; although he didn't do so with much enthusiasm. Now, days later the feeling was just starting to slowly creep back into his legs and lower back and the pain was starting to set in. Days were long and painful. His captors didn't seem too eager to heal his injuries nor did they seem to care that he was in considerable pain. H e soon began to wonder if he would die in his cold cell, alone and broken. But it suddenly became painfully clear to him that his guards would rather see him suffer than die, but in his present state that thought didn't provide much comfort. Each new day brought with it a new unbearable agony. Obi-Wan endured each with a stony face and closed mouth. He would not give them the satisfaction of hearing him cry for mercy, though he seriously doubted that they even knew the meaning of the word. At the back of his mind remained a glimmer of hope that Qui-Gon had received his cry for help and that he would come and rescue him from the hell that had become his home. The pain in his back intensified and as he tried to move he became ill and once more there was nothing but darkness.

Obi-Wan was only vaguely aware of the sounds of gunfire and smoke in the air. In the distance he could hear people yelling and issuing orders. His guards had left to join in the fight. Slowly he sat up and leaned wearily against the stone wall. It had been two weeks since his last beating and he was now able to move around a bit without becoming ill or unconscious. The fight was moving closer. The shouting was growing louder.

"Get the boy and go! I have plans for him!" It was the purple eyed man. He was shouting at a guard. The next moment the door was flung open and he was hauled to his feet.

"Move or you'll never move again." The guard shouted in his face. He was taken down tunnel after tunnel. The sound of the fight growing fainter with every step he took. Suddenly a blast issued out from an adjacent corridor and the guard fell by his side. Looking up Obi-Wan saw a familiar and welcome face.

"Master Windu," he said sliding down the wall, fear and exhaustion beginning to show.

"It's alright Obi-Wan. Master Qui-Gon is right behind me. The space pirates will be defeated. You are safe now. We will take you back to the temple and all will be well."

"But the man he said that he had plans for me."

"He was going to try to use you to prove to the Republic that the Jedi were easily defeated. You are only a child and would not prove difficult to capture as you have not completed your training as a Jedi. Anyway, the Chancellor does not negotiate with pirates. Now rest you are safe."

For the first time in a long time Obi-Wan felt himself beginning to relax and slip into the darkness without fear.