Jessy85- you gave me one of the greatest compliments a writer can receive. Thank you for your incredibly sweet words! :) I actually haven't even re-read the entirety of this fic, so I don't even know what I had happen in the end lol! I hope you enjoy the rest!

TheMacUnleashed- ahh it's so cool to have someone who read this story in its original form come back and read my revised version! I felt terrible when I lost track of this story and just stopped writing it all those years ago. I wrote that fic just to get my ideas down, without much of a thought for grammer or sentence-structure and all that. I'm hoping I can improve on it a LOT this time around. And ahhh a certain character… ;)

Spock13- Best oxymoron I've ever heard :D

Xaja Silversheen- Thank you! I don't know why Obi is so fun to torture, but he is

Ok, so here is part 2! Thank you again to those of you who are reading and who were kind enough to comment!

Anything bold and italicized is a flashback!!

PART 2: To Feel Hope

The feeling hit Qui-Gon like a blow to the stomach, and he shot up in bed, his every sense alert and probing. A sharp pain exploded in his chest, though it faded a moment later almost as quickly as it had come. A voice echoed in his head; Master, it had pleaded with an emotion so strong that it still burned in Qui-Gon's mind. His heart raced, and he felt a surge of feeling rise within him. It was an emotion born of pure hope, but the Jedi Master believed it; he had to believe it.

Obi-Wan was alive.

The sudden stab of pain Qui-Gon had just felt was living proof of it. Their bond. They had always had a strong bond, even before Qui-Gon had accepted Obi-Wan as his padawan. When Obi-Wan's mental shields were down in the past, Qui-Gon was usually able to feel the younger Jedi's emotions, such as joy, fear, apprehension, and worry.

Pain especially left a firm mark on the other's mind for a little while, and though the sensation was dulled, Qui-Gon had experienced it. There was no other explanation except for the one he allowed himself to believe.

Qui-Gon had felt nothing but numbing quiet on the other end of his padawan's bond ever since he had been captured five weeks ago. A sliver of hope ran down his spine, warming his chilled body as would the sudden caress of the sun. He knew it would only bring him more pain to hope, but the Jedi Master could not stop the feeling. He closed his eyes in painful remembrance of their last mission together.

Obi-Wan craned his nick slightly upwards to get a better look at his tall Master. "How much longer until we land, Master?" he asked, fidgeting a little, obviously anxious to get out of the stuffy transport and start the mission.


Qui-Gon smiled down at his apprentice, and placed a large hand on the young man's strong shoulder. "We will be landing in ten minutes, though you must learn patience, Obi-Wan. When we arrive on the planet you must be careful, for this is a very unfriendly place, and we need to exercise caution. The situation is especially dangerous, and this mission is not to be taken lightly."


They were about to land on a planet called Deirosa, a planet that seemed as though it were tucked into the very corner of the galaxy. The reports the Jedi had read prior to their arrival revealed that the planet was currently plunged in the middle of a civil war in which the two opposing sides were the Maasrcs and the Yidlf. The Yidlf had had control of the planet for the last few centuries, and just recently a Maasrcs rebellion had broken out. The Maasrcs fought with an unexpected blood-thirsty lust for battle which the Yidlf had met equally, resulting in devastating massacres and losses for both sides.

There was also one other side to the planet that had recently been discovered, that had been unknown for countless years. This side was so far un-named and had no identity to look for, but it was clearly growing in power and misdeeds. No one knew their intentions exactly, but it was known to not be good. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had traveled far to this war-torn planet in an effort to find an end to the war and bloodshed.


Qui-Gon turned his attention back to Obi-Wan, who was trying his best to appear patient and serene, but was tapping his boot against the floor in a soft rhyth,. Qui-Gon considered lecturing him again on the virtue of patience, but instead just hid a fond smile and looked away.

Qui-Gon knew that pride was not becoming, but he could not help the feeling as he looked side-long at his apprentice. Obi-Wan had grown from a slightly-awkward and unsure boy into a handsome youth whose power and compassion was growing daily. His padawan had excellent instincts and was exceptional with a lightsaber, possessing a skill was rarely ever surpassed by any other padawan in the Temple. He was wise well beyond his 18 years, but it was during times like these that Qui-Gon was suddenly reminded that he was still only a young man.

Qui-Gon snapped himself out of his thoughts and looked back again at the navigational computer on the ship, noting that they were about to land. He left the computer, allowing the autopilot to do its job and land them safely. Obi-Wan had sensed the slight decrease in altitude, and had jumped up eagerly. Qui-Gon donned his dark brown robe over his sand-colored tunic and joined his apprentice, who was standing near the door.


They landed a short time later, and they both cautiously walked down the landing ramp, their footsteps silent and wary. Qui-Gon looked over to Obi-Wan, who had suddenly stopped moving, "Obi-Wan," he said softly, "What's wrong?"

Obi-Wan only turned his head slightly, keeping his eyes on their forest-like surroundings. "I sense something, Master; something is not right."

Qui-Gon also looked around, slowly, but neither saw anything nor felt anything strange. He noticed that Obi-Wan had walked silently off into the beginning of the woods. It took Qui-Gon a second to realize that while he felt nothing strange, he actually felt nothing at all. He was about to call out to Obi-Wan to be wary, when he was stopped by a slight movement in the woods. He heard a hardly perceptible rustling sound, and then he saw Obi-Wan stiffen and let out a barely audible noise.


Qui-Gon walked over to his padawan. "Obi-Wan, what's wrong?" When there was no answer, Qui-Gon put his hand on his apprentice's shoulder and spun him around so he could see his face. A knife seemed to grow out of his padawan's stomach suddenly, and blood started to trickle out of the wound, slipping off the hilt and pooling around his feet.

Qui-Gon gasped in horror and jumped forward instinctively, barely catching Obi-Wan in his arms before the young Jedi sank ungracefully to the floor. "Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said desperately, touching the young man's chest lightly. His mind reeled from the quickness that it had all happened, and he found that he could not breathe. Tears blurred his vision, and he cradled his padawan's head in his arms, the shock stilling his heart.


Qui-Gon heard a snap in the woods before him, but was a second too late in reaching for his lightsaber. A sharp pain struck his shoulder, and he was not prepared for when he felt the tranquilizer dart pierce his neck. Before he sank into unconsciousness, he saw three robed figures scurry out of the forest. He struggled to hear their words, and only heard one of them speak in a voice that was a chilling whisper. "Take the boy, leave the old man."


And then there was nothing else as the darkness overtook him.

Qui-Gon got out of his bed and walked to the window in his quarters, panting hard as if from a long run. He had awoken a few days after the incident in a strange place, though he quickly learned that he had been taken to a nearby planet. The Jedi Council had apparently felt a disturbance in the Force when Obi-Wan was attacked, and they had tried to contact Qui-Gon. When they had received no answer, they sent out a Jedi team that was close-by to pick him up, as Deirosa was many days away from Coruscant.

The Jedi that rescued him had their own mission, and so they could not stay on Deirosa with Qui-Gon, nor leave him there unconscious by himself. Instead they brought him to where their mission was taking place, so that he could heal. Qui-Gon's shoulder had been impaled with a strange-looking weapon; a blade with three pronged sides that was primitive, and yet well-constructed at the same time. Qui-Gon had stared blankly forward as the medical droids healed him, his mind assaulted with the image of Obi-Wan crumpling slowly in front of him, the light in his blue-gray eyes flickering like a fading flame.

Qui-Gon had returned to Deirosa almost immediately and searched for endless days and nights, not stopping to eat or rest in his despair. He had tried to remain calm, to remember what it was to control his emotions, but he could not. He felt nothing from Obi-Wan's side of the bond; it was as though a candle had been snuffed out suddenly. He had never felt so helpless, so utterly without direction.

Qui-Gon drew in a breath as another feeling of pain overtook him, though this time it was the despair in his heart that ailed him. Qui-Gon looked out his window into the night sky, and towards the brightest star. "I will find you, Obi-Wan. Be strong, and do not doubt any longer, my padawan. I will find you, I promise you that."