The older Jedi's look was way too intimidating for Obi-Wan's liking and had the man fully control over his thoughts, he would have wondered about it. Qui-Gon was never intimidating, not even when he was truly angry. To others he might have seen so, but to Obi-Wan the man had always been a warm and friendly being of the Force. Now however, the man was a threat and the young Jedi wanted nothing more than to get away from this threat.

In a vain attempt the ginger haired Jedi dashed to the door, but he was weakened from the fight and the wound and two strong arms circled his middle and pulled him back into a solid chest.

Obi-Wan cried out in panic and desperately tried to free himself from the iron like grip, but to no avail. The taller Jedi grunted in pain when an elbow met his ribs, but he didn't let go of his young charge.

"Let me go! Let me go, let me go!" Obi-Wan didn't even know to whom he was referring.

"He is going to kill you now, his useless apprentice, who seemingly lost his path. But you didn't lose it, did you? You are only confused and your pretty excuse for a Master is to blind to see this," the voice paused, "This could all end here and now, if you just let me help you!"

The young Jedi was barely aware of the deep baritone voice that spoke into his ear, he only registered when the arms around his waist tightened, causing him to panic even more.

"He is suffocating you, restraining you, forcing you to become what he wants you to be. Join me and I give you the freedom you so desperately crave. You can become your own man."

All of a sudden all of Obi-Wan's struggling ceased, his body became limp in the taller man's arms, his gaze became unfocused and his head rested on his chest.

Qui-Gon had expected the younger man to fight, so he wasn't surprised when he tried to escape his grip. To his shame he had to admit that he didn't expect the elbow to his abdomen, but even that did not let him let go of his Padawan.

"Let me go! Let me go, let me go!" it hurt to hear his Padawan so panicked, but the worst part was, that Obi-Wan was scared of him.

"It's alright, Obi-Wan. It's me, Qui-Gon, your master! Let it just out Padawan, everything is going to be alright. You will see. We will go back to Coruscant and the temple together. There you surely will be knighted, you fought a Sith after all… I knew that you were ready, even when the Council did not see it," Qui-Gon continued to speak soothing words into the young Jedi's ear, not knowing if Obi-Wan even registered them. But he continued nonetheless, partly because he wanted to calm the apprentice down and partly because the speaking helped him calming his own thoughts.

A gasped was heard from the younger man and Qui-Gon almost hoped that his words had come through the dark fog that surrounded the young male's mind, when said man's body suddenly went completely limp in his arms. The Jedi Master panicked for a second, before releasing his fear into the Force. It wouldn't do Obi-Wan any good, if his emotions got in the way. He had to stay focused and balanced, for his Padawan's sake.

A moment passed and Qui-Gon did not move a muscle. He was uncertain if he should lower the man in his arms to the floor or if that would upset the distraught man even more. But before he could make a decision, the Force around the younger man shifted and became darker, swallowing Obi-Wan's bright light completely. The young man's head snapped back up and in the next moment, a paralyzing pain ran through the older Jedi, causing him to lose his grip and to collapse onto the cold metal ground.

Qui-Gon's eyes were closed and his breathing was laboured from the pain. It had felt as if a thunder bolt had hit him, an experience he sadly had made while he still was an apprentice. But what in the world could have caused it… Obi-Wan! Suddenly the Jedi Master's midnight blue eyes snapped open, his gaze searching the familiar form of his apprentice.

An annoyed huff turned his attention to the man in question, who was just standing there with his eyes closed and his hand outstretched. A second later an object flew through the room and landed perfectly in the apprentice's palm, who caught the object with ease. The long haired Jedi slowly got up on his knees and from his new position he could make out that the object was indeed a lightsaber. What surprised the older man however, was the fact that it wasn't Obi-Wan's lightsaber, but that of the dead Sith.

"Obi-Wan, what-" he was cut off before he could completely as his question. "Silence!" boomed the voice of the young man before him.

A shudder ran through the tall man's body. That voice didn't sound like Obi-Wan at all. It was too cold, too harsh and too deep. Yet he had seen the lips of his apprentice moving and the sound had definitely escaped the ginger haired man's mouth.

"Padawan-" began Qui-Gon, but he was once more interrupted.

"I said silence!" shouted the man before him.

Qui-Gon froze in shock. The eyes of his once so bright and great Padawan were not the familiar blue- green or the temporarily grey. They were a dirty gold, his pupils were mere slits and the sclera was pitch black.

"That's better," Obi-Wan said, now in a calmer and much colder voice.

He then turned his focus back to the lightsaber in his hand and a moment later, the red blade appeared. Qui-Gon could just watch as the blade neared his Padawan's head. The golden eyes looked at the Master in challenge and Obi-Wan's free hand moved to lift the braid up. Suddenly Qui-Gon knew what the young man before him was up to.

"Don't!" he shouted without thinking.

The younger man's movement stopped and he raised an eyebrow in a mocking question, before an evil grin spread over his face.

"Why not, 'Master'?"

The taller man couldn't answer; he just pleasingly looked at his apprentice. What was going on here and why was Obi-Wan not acting like himself?

Obi-Wan hummed before he lowered the lightsaber until the blade rested next to his thigh. "You are right, I shouldn't cut it. Otherwise it couldn't show the world what a big failure I am to the great Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn!"

"You are not a failure, why would you think that?"

The apprentice's eyes narrowed dangerously and the Master immediately knew that he had said something wrong. "I heard your thoughts, old man. Your shielding is poor! Just as pathetic as you are!"

The words stung and Qui-Gon had to swallow a big lump in his throat at that. "He was defenceless…" he said lamely.

"What would you have me done otherwise then, huh 'Master'? Would you have preferred it, if that monster had run his vibro-dagger through my heart, before I killed it?"

"What?" Qui-Gon asked in confusion and forced himself to look at the beheaded form of the Sith across the room. There, next to his right hand, laid a small object and after further inspection it turned out to be a dagger, just as Obi-Wan had said. Qui-Gon's had turned around abruptly, his gaze fixed on the angered man before him.

"That's right, oh great and all knowing Jedi. He wasn't defenceless," he spat at the Master.

"I… I am sorry Obi-Wan. I shouldn't have doubted you!" he knew that it was dangerous, but he lowered his head in shame nonetheless, "It was not right of me to doubt you. Please, forgive me, Padawan."

"I told you to stop calling me that!" shouted the apprentice, before he continued with a calmer voice, "Tell me 'Master', how does it feel not to fail one student, but two?"

Qui-Gon's head snapped back up and he was met with a calm and regarding face. "I don't understand!"

Obi-Wan chuckled, but there was no joy in it. "Are you really so blind? And here I thought you were a great Jedi Master, one of the best the Order has to offer. If you are truly one of the best, than I really feel sorry for all the Jedi!"

The tall Jedi Master was now fighting the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. What had happened to that bright and sweet child that he had called son? How could he help him, if Obi-Wan remained unresponsive?

"Why are you saying this, child?"

"I am not a child!" the younger man roared.

The Jedi Master closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep, calming breath, before reopening his eyes again, "Why are you saying this, Obi-Wan?"

"You still haven't figured it out? How pathetic!" he sighed, as if explaining something to a little child, "It isn't that hard, 'Master'. You clearly remember Xanatos, you know that dark haired man with the circular scar on his cheek? Well, he found the truth and turned to the dark side, where he also found great power."

"But what does it have to do with you?" Qui-Gon hated how desperately he sounded.

"I figured out the truth as well and just as Xanatos, I now know that I do not belong to the Jedi or the light! I am a follower of the dark side and nothing, not even you can stop me!"

Now there were tears running down the older man's cheeks, but he didn't care right now. Qui-Gon always that thought that the pain he had felt when Xanatos had turned, was the worst pain he had and would ever experience. But now he knew that he had been wrong. It hurt even more now that it was Obi-Wan standing before him.

"I wonder… have you cried for Xanatos too or was your pride still intact back then?" Obi-Wan asked aloud.

"Please… please Padawan, this isn't you! Snap out of it! Please, return to me!" the older man pleaded.

"Honestly, you are truly a sorry excuse for a Jedi!" he huffed. "First you cast me away for some dirty slave child, who you think is the 'Chosen One', and then you want me back? Forget it! I am not going to be humiliated in front of the whole Council again! I am not to be your Padawan anymore, you made that crystal clear, and I am just fulfilling your wish. So stop begging for something you don't want!"

The Jedi's eyes widened in shock. Had he truly hurt the man before so deeply? What had he done?

"I am so sorry, Obi-Wan! Please, I didn't know that I had hurt you like that!"

"Of course you didn't. You only had eyes for that desert boy of yours."

"Obi-Wan, come back to me. We can work something out together. Damn it, we don't even have to tell the Council about this, it will stay our secret. Just come back to me."

"It is too late for that now!"

"No!" Qui-Gon couldn't believe that just yet.

"It is. My new Master made sure of it." It felt as if somebody had pushed a dagger into his heart and was twisting it now. "It hurts, doesn't it? To be cast away and to be replaced?"

So there really was somebody messing with his Padawan's mind. Obi-Wan wasn't fully lost yet. He still had a chance! Qui-Gon's expression darkened and he stood up, to his full height now, causing the seemingly fallen Jedi before him to raise an eyebrow. With new found determination grabbed Qui-Gon his lightsaber. He would do anything to save his Obi-Wan!