A/N: I am so ashamed of myself. I am terribly sorry for forgetting to write an authors note last chapter. So here goes, I hope everyone had a lovely christmas and a fantastic new year. I also want to thank everyone for sticking with this and just to tell you that soon it will be coming to an end. I only have maybe, 5 to 6 more chapters to go if that, and I am very very sorry that it is ending. ButI got the two others I am working on to cheer me up. :-p Enjoy!

He tore down the abandoned hallway of the Jedi temple, his padawan braid bouncing beside his ear, lightsabre humming at his side. He could hear the battle raging from the depths of the temple, and he shuddered as he heard the screams of frightened younglings in the training rooms, each guarded by a Jedi Master. They were safe, and it eased Obi-Wan's worry slightly to know this, but his Master was in the heart of the battle itself, trying desperately to fight off Xantos, his old apprentice before Obi-wan that had now been included in The Lost 19. Xantos had come back, looking to take revenge on the Jedi, looking to take out his old master. As far as Obi-Wan could tell, he was losing that battle, Qui-Gon stood as powerful as ever against him in the force. But it still scared Obi-Wan to think that Qui-Gon was fighting him alone, and so he had broken away from the other Jedi, and now hurtled towards the Room of a Thousand Fountains.

He burst through the door, lightsabre automatically raised in defense, to be met by an intense lightsabre battle flashing before his eyes. Xantos and Qui-Gon's blades were clashing furiously against each other, neither one backing down or yielding. Obi-Wan stood in awe of his Master, never before had he seen him fight so strongly. But that awe soon turned to horror as Xantos landed a kick to his Master's gut that sent him hurtling over the balcony and crashing on top of one of the many deactivated fountains. Xantos leaped over too, lightsabre raised, ready to deliver the final blow. With a cry, Obi-Wan jumped in, blocking the lightsabre just inches from Qui-Gon's head. Xantos smirked and batted it away quickly, before lunching a blinding attack on Obi-Wan. They were stood fighting on top of the fountain; lightsabres clashing furiously, both men leaning dangerously close to the edge. Behind the lightsabre, Obi-Wan could see Xantos' grin, and he quickly reached for a secure stronghold as the fountains burst into life. The water cascaded round his feet, making the concrete and durasteel surface they were fighting on incredibly slippery. But Obi-Wan's attention was focused solely on Xantos and the deadly red blade that continuously crashed against sky blue. He could feel himself tiring, and knew he wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer. He sank slowly to his knees, still weakly defending against the onslaught of blows that rained upon him. His legs slipped out from underneath him…and the blows stopped.

Obi-Wan leapt forward as Xantos went over the edge of the fountain, just catching his wrist as he went down. He felt himself slipping, and quickly hooked his ankle round the railings, yelling in pain as his body was pulled in two different directions. Xantos looked up to him, eyes of fire meeting with innocent blue. And for a moment, Obi-wan thought he could see a hint of the old Xantos that Qui-Gon talked about behind those walls of fire…until Xantos started to laugh manically as a scream rang out from across the hallway. Obi-Wan recognised that scream instantly, and his heart stopped.

It was Bant; he was so sure of it. He could recognise her from a mile off without having to look at her. For you see, Bant was the other person besides Qui-Gon that he dared to love, to make a strong connection with. A childhood friendship that had, despite the strict rules of the code, turned into a sweetheart romance. He knew that he was deceiving his master, the council, his jedi family….but when he looked into her eyes and felt her soft lips brush his, or her soft hands rub his cheek soothingly, all that which Obi-wan had previously lived for melted away, and all that was left was her.

He searched desperately around with his eyes, wincing as his body stretched. He heard cruel laughter resound from beneath him, and he looked down to his prisoner.

"What's it to be young Kenobi…let me go and save the one you love so desperately, or keep hold of me and lose her…forever…"

His head screamed at him, telling him that he must let the attachment pass out of his life, he had to keep hold of Xantos at least until the other members of the council arrived…or Qui-Gon woke up. But his heart battled equally as strongly against it, screaming its reasoning as loud as Bant's screams that swiftly grew more and more muffled underneath the cascade of waterfalls. His heart pounded, and he had to make a choice…

"You don't have the guts Kenobi…"

With one slick movement, Obi-wan released his grip from Xantos' wrist and force leapt to the floor. He hurtled across the room to where he could feel Bant's weak force signature, and leapt into one of the fountains catch trays. Sure enough, a cascade of black hair and beige Jedi robes met his sight…underneath the water. He heard the clunk of chains as he moved forward, and looked down to find two ankles shackled tightly to the floor.

"Oh no….please no!"

Obi-Wan moved to her shoulders, pulling them out of the water so that her head broke the surface. He called his fallen lightsabre to his hand, and swiftly used the blade to slice through her ankle and wrist restraints, freeing her from the bottom of the fountain. Sobbing, he pulled her out, cradling her in his arms, stroking her soft black hair. He laid her gently on the floor, and tried to revive her, to get her to respond to his desperate attempts. He closed his eyes every time he preformed the kiss of life, pleading with her to take his lips in hers. Eventually however, he rested his head on her forehead, hysterically sobbing as her motionless body hung limp in his arms. He pounded her chest, angry at her letting go so soon, angry with himself for not getting there quick enough.

"Bant! Oh Bant please! I love you, please Bant, don't do this…"

The waterfalls had quietened to a slow trickle, the calm peaceful atmosphere, returning in their comforting noises. But Obi-Wan barley noticed, his sobs filling the silence around him, his tears creating waterfalls of their own. But soon, another sound joined in, a hacking, choking sound…

He looked down to see Bant, her body heaving; her eyes wide open in shock. He quickly rolled her onto her side, and watched breathlessly as she spluttered and heaved, forcing the water from her lungs and gasping for breath. He pulled her tightly into his arms and held her close, as she cried into his tunic.

"Obi-Wan…I was so scared…"

"I know…I know I'm sorry. I didn't know you were here, I found you…you're safe…everything's alright…"

"You…you saved me."

"Of course I did. I love you Bant, you are my life. Asking me to live without you would be like ripping out my heart and asking me to live without it. It is impossible Bant, something that can never and will never be done."

He moved his face closer to hers and their lips locked lovingly, reassuringly…until a familiar voice boomed from over the other side of the temple.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi…"

Obi-Wan rose shakily to his feet, supporting Bant as he did so, helping her to stand. He turned to where the voice had come from, and found the sad, regretful look of Master Windu. He was shaking his head, looking down at his feet. Qui-Gon was kneeling beside someone else on the floor, covering it with his Jedi Cloak.

Bant gasped as her eyes met the sight of Xantos lying in a pool of blood, his neck broken, head smashed against the floor. He stood shaking…as he remembered letting go…letting go of an unarmed prisoner….killing an unarmed prisoner…murdering an unarmed prisoner. Bant looked to him with pleading eyes, begging him to tell her it wasn't him. But she broke down in sobs as several Jedi Knights stepped forward from beside Master Windu, and pulled her gently away from Obi-Wan's arms. Without any words, two of them took Obi-Wan's arms in their grip, and lead him out of the room.

Obi-Wan didn't put up a fight. He heard her sobs as he was escorted out, but remained looking at the floor. He heard Qui-Gon's cries of protest from behind him, but didn't even look back. He was led down to the detention bay of the Jedi Temple, receiving horrified, confused looks from his friends as he passed. They called to him, asking what was going on, but he kept his gaze to the floor all the way.

Finally, they reached his cell and he was guided gently in. He stood in the middle of the room, and heard the door glide silently closed. He fell to his knees as he looked out of barred windows…and cried.

And I am going to be so mean here and tell you now that I have not written another chapter in which we find out what happens to Obi-Wan after that. >:-) mwwwaahhhh! I may be persuaded to turn it into another fiction...but that would take a lot. :-) As always please R&R.