Hi! Wow, this took forever and I am sooooo sorry! I've had this major writer's block for months and I kind of fell out of sync with Star Wars. But I got "The Life and Legend of Obi-Wan Kenobi" for Christmas, and I've just finished reading it, so hopefully this chapter will be the first of many coming your way soon!

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Also thank you ALL for reviewing/faving/alerting etc these lonely months. You're all so KIND!

Dancing Hands Chapter 2: Four months later...

Qui-Gon Jinn walked briskly down the streets of Nortaya, his cloak wrapped firmly around him and his hood up to protect him from the blasting winds and freezing rain. The Jedi Master was neither pleased nor comfortable with the situation but he didn't really have a choice - it was a mission after all and he couldn't exactly say no. Qui-Gon's seventeen-year-old Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi, hurried after him and was every bit as miserable as his Master.

"Come on, Obi-Wan!" He called back to his lagging apprentice. "It's not far now." Obi-Wan nodded, acknowledging his Master. Qui-Gon felt a brief stab of pity for his Padawan. Four months of recovery had brought Obi-Wan back to himself - almost. Speech was the one thing that still eluded him and the Healer's -for all their vast medical knowledge- could do nothing to help. He would either recover the use of his voice by himself, or he would never again speak. The boy hurried to catch up, shivering and Qui-Gon continued down the streets with Obi-Wan a step behind. Their apartment was near; they would turn up the heating, get dry-- A sudden tug on his sleeve made Qui-Gon pause, his thoughts scattering. He looked at Obi-Wan.

"What's wrong, Padawan?" Surely the boy was as eager as he to get out of the horrible weather? Obi-Wan let go of his Master's sleeve and gestured a message:

"Being watched. Bad feeling." Obi-Wan's keen gaze scanned the area. "Too much rain. Can't see." Qui-Gon squeezed the boy's shoulder. He too had sensed the being watching them but had chosen not to comment, waiting to see if his Padawan would notice.

"Use the Force then, Padawan. What does it tell you?" Obi-Wan closed his eyes and Qui-Gon could feel the Force swirling around him as he focused, forgetting the rain and wind and the cold as he centred himself in the Force. After a few moments his eyes flew open and he looked straight at a rooftop. Exactly the rooftop where a being lay in wait, watching them. Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan away.

"Come, Padawan. It is better to try and avoid a confrontation." Obi-Wan nodded and the pair moved quickly down the street and into their apartment. Qui-Gon shrugged off his cloak as he entered and hung it up on the stand, grimacing as he watched a steady stream of water run off it. As Obi-Wan hung his up next to Qui-Gon's, he noticed that it was no dryer than his own, and that his apprentice was shivering with the cold. Nortaya was a beautiful planet when it was dry, but when it rained, it poured.

Qui-Gon shooed his Padawan away to change into warmer clothes as he turned up the apartment's heating. He glanced out of the window as he passed, watching the great sheets of rain drape across Nortaya's capital city and namesake. The Jedi's mission was not a particularly difficult one, a security firm had experienced strange break-ins, seemingly by someone capable of using the Force. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were to investigate the break-ins, find the culprit and apprehend them if necessary - a task which was taking them much longer than expected, but then again missions were flexible and no time-scale was fixed for certain missions. A Jedi had to adapt to the situation and flow with the Force.

Qui-Gon moved into the small kitchen, preparing a warm evening meal for himself and his Padawan. He was mid-way through cooking when the Force surged around him like a wave. Obi-Wan was taking too long.Qui-Gon's heart thudded painfully in his chest as he abandoned the meal and rushed through the apartment towards Obi-Wan's room. The situation felt almost painfully familiar, only last time he had not seen Obi-Wan until two weeks later, battered and beaten. He threw open the boy's door only to find him leaning against the wall, staring out the window. Obi-Wan jumped, startled as the door hissed open, and met the gaze of his normally-calm Master. He frowned in concern.

"Master? Ok?" The language of gestures had been Mace's idea, a very old system used by beings that could not hear or - in Obi-Wan's case - could not speak. Qui-Gon had never heard of it but after four months he and Obi-Wan had picked it up quickly and Obi-Wan frequently made up new gestures for words he did not already know. There were times when Obi-Wan grew frustrated, even angry, at his own inability to communicate but these incidents were rare and infrequent. Qui-Gon sighed, allowing himself a small smile.

"Yes, Obi-Wan. Everything's fine. I was just checking on you."

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "Do not need checking on. Not a child"

"Of course, you're not." He smiled and then frowned, the Force surging again. But if it was not warning him about Obi-Wan then what was it?

"Master?" Obi-wan clicked his fingers to get Qui-Gon's attention. "Sense it too?" Qui-Gon nodded, stretching out with the Force. Whatever it was it was elusive...almost hidden. He chased it down with the Force, sensing Obi-Wan join in. Obi-Wan met Qui-Gon's gaze in alarm as they came to the same conclusion.

Someone else was in the apartment.

And that's it for now I'm afraid. Cliffie! Oooh. I'll try and get the next chapter done, soon I promise.

And I apologise if this was terrible. And for it being so short.