Disclaimer- I do not own Obi-Wan or Qui-Gon, though I wish I did.

A/N- I got the idea for the main story after a dream I had one night. This prologue was written after the main story, and it is very short. Very very short. I hope everyone enjoys.

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Purity- Prologue

Starring: SHIRTLESS! Obi-Wan and FATHERLY! Qui-Gon.

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"talking"

/words in the Force/

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/NOOOOOOOOO!./

Qui-Gon Jinn awoke with a start. The scream had ripped through the Force in his apprentice's voice, carrying with it waves of despair, pain, and utter failure.

He swung his legs over the side of his bed, stood, and walked swiftly to Obi-Wan's room. Unnoticed, he stopped in the doorway. His teenaged Padawan sat up in bed, bare chest heaving, sheets twisted in a white-knuckled grip. As he watched, the young man calmed his ragged breathing enough to prevent hyperventilation.

He had seen enough. Qui-Gon strode to the bed and sat, touching his protégé's shoulder. "Obi-Wan, it's alright. It was just a dream."

Without saying anything else, he gently wiped the tear tracks off his face and hugged him. Obi-Wan heard his Master's heartbeat in his ear, and softly repeated the words. "Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream..."

But in his heart, he knew otherwise.

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A/N- I apologize for the brevity. Originally I had no plans to write a prologue; this was written after I had completely finished the first chapter. But I hope shirtless Obi-Wan made up for that. Comments and constructive criticism welcome. As a side note, all chapters of this story will be reposted in order to utilize my abilities in bold, italics, and underlines now that we have Word.