Hi guys! I managed to post this chapter today. I would have posted sooner but I couldn't since I had my french assessment. Well it's over now and I had time to post this. I passed with a B thankfully. Anyways I wont be posting until after tuesday since I need to revise for R.E as I have a test on tuesday. Fingers crossed I'll pass. Anyways heres chapter 3. Enjoy!

Chapter 3. Ghosts of the past.

What an eventful day.

Obi-Wan was totally exhausted from battle, nearly dying, and getting out of his system what he had spoken about with Satine.

All that was needed to be said was said. Whatever was hidden remained for another time. He found that he had said everything, and so therefore did not need to speak anymore.

He felt himself grow dizzy. 'Not good. I knew it was bad wandering around when you just nearly died. Well done Kenobi.' Pretty much hopping the rest of the way, he reached his room or what he described as prison. He pressed his palm against the pad. It gave a loud beep of recognition, and slid open, allowing him entry. He hated this place so much. He despised it. 'If I don't want to be in here so often, then perhaps I should be more careful.'

"Ha! Careful? Try a lot-more-careful Obi-Wan."

A deep, soft voice interrupted his train of thought suddenly. Obi-Wan whirled around, stumbling and losing his balance. The Jedi Master was hopping now for dear life on one leg. He positioned himself so that when he fell he would land on something soft.

The Force ghost of Qui-Gon Jinn wanted to help steady his former padawan, but stood still, knowing his fingers would just slip through the living man's arms like running water. Instead, he settled for a low chuckle.

"You think this is funny?" Obi-Wan asked him bemused, as he just managed to land on the edge of the bed with an "Oomph!"

"Quite." Qui-Gon replied, fairly amused by his padawans endeavour. He stared at Obi-Wan for a few seconds, who just stared back with a blank and serious expression. "It's good to see you."

"Alive or broken?" Obi-Wan replied sarcastically.

Qui-Gon smiled timidly at Obi-Wan. "Obviously alive my former padawan." Obi-Wan's eyes seemed to turn into steel for a second. "Obi-Wan. What's the matter?" Qui-Gon's flickering ghost asked, concern seeping off him. Obi-Wan could feel it despite his former master and close to father mentor being dead.

"Why have you never come to me before?" He quietly asked.

Qui-Gon sighed. He should owe an explanation. Obi-Wan had a right to know.

"It's been fifteen years. Why now?" Obi-Wan's voice seemed rather cold as he pressed further.

"It wasn't the right time. I had to come when you most needed me." Confused, the former padawan asked more.

"And what makes you think I need you now? Why not before? I needed you plenty of times, for wisdom on how to teach Anakin. You weren't there then." Resentment laced his voice as he looked away from the ghost of his mentor.

"Anakin has told me. He believes you did well." Obi-Wan's head raised up, his eyes were beginning to brim with tears.

"You've visited Anakin. But not me?" This was going to be difficult.

"He doesn't believe he's the chosen one as myself and others believe. He has mentioned to me many times you're disagreements, but he thanks you for you're teachings and loves you like a father. He also wishes to admit something to you, but is not sure how."

Obi-Wan picked up on this, but didn't ask. He would ask Anakin gently once he next saw him.

"I've taught him all I can. But he remains wilful and impulsive. I'm not as good as you or Yoda."

"You cannot teach him as I taught you; or as Yoda taught Dooku and others. You can simply teach him you're way."

"Why are you here?" The living Jedi asked, changing the subject. He was good at skipping from one subject to another.

"Because you need me. And I have watched you for years. Now I know why you need me here now. Do you know?"

"Should I?" Obi-Wan said, spreading his hands as if inviting Qui-Gon to continue. "Spit it out whatever you need to say."

"I'm basically a ghost of your past." Qui-Gon explained.

Obi-Wan's face seethed with confusion. His brow furrowed, and his eyes drew close together. The habit of him stroking his chin when in thought kicked in. "I don't understand."

Qui-Gon's lips thinned as he thought of how to explain. "You are going down the same road as you did fifteen years ago. When we were last here, you fell into an attachment with Duchess Satine."

"And?" Obi-Wan asked, raising his eyebrows in expectancy. Qui-Gon's expression turned sad.

"I'm afraid I must steer you away from this Obi-Wan. You are falling in danger that so many Jedi have fallen into. I saw this with Siri. I don't want you to feel pain again."

"Enough with that Master," Obi-Wan snapped. "I have experienced enough pain. Of your loss, my brothers and sisters in that arena; all for my rescue. Siri is gone. I want a new life. I want the Jedi to change. It is my decision if I choose this or not. I may still be your padawan, but I'm no longer a young and arrogant padawan. I'm a Master."

"And you're on the council. Congratulations."

Obi-Wan shared a ghost of a smile. "Thank you."

"And Siri has watched you too. She says hello and to be careful." Obi-Wan looked up at him. His eyes watered again. He was still dealing with the recent pain of losing her.

"Siri- wa-was watching me."

"Has been from the beginning. Still does now. She still cares for you deeply. She still loves you, and accepts that you have found happiness with someone else. She will not be selfish."

"Why isn't she here?" Obi-Wan shakily asked, his lips trembling and hands shaking as he struggled to keep his emotions in check.

"She is not strong enough. So she is communicating to you through me." Obi-Wan bowed his head.

"I'm glad. She is safe in the Force. I'm thankful for that. I miss her, but I know she is with me."

"Because she told you that in her last moments?"

Obi-Wan nodded his head slowly in a silent confirmation. Speaking of her, Obi-Wan felt her warming crystal glow and warm his chest within his pouch.

"Changing the subject. I will not, and cannot force you to choose. It is simply your choice alone. But each night you will experience a trial like the one's you may have experienced throughout that time fifteen years ago. They may be what you will both face again. The trials perhaps will be different, and more challenging."

"I understand. But I have made my choice. I can control myself."

"Then I will let you go. As you said: you are a Master now. You have learnt much throughout the years. You are full of wisdom, and are a much wiser man than I were. You have become a great Jedi Knight."

"Thank you Master. Thank you so much." Qui-Gon smiled at his former padawan, he felt the small spark of pride come fourth from himself.

He knew that the resentment his padawan held earlier had now evaporated.

As his blue figure began to disappear, he whispered his last words to him until next time.

"I am proud of you Obi-Wan."

Even though he was gone for tonight, Obi-Wan knew his former Master would be listening.

"I miss you. And thank you… For everything." He whispered to the air.

Feeling sleep take over, Obi-Wan lay in his bed, pulling the blanket up to his chest and heaved a deep sigh. Before falling into a deep, relaxing sleep, he felt the cool hand of his Master brush across his forehead.

There we go. Hope you liked it. Hmm trials for the next few days eh? We shall see what the first is in the next chapter. I will be unable to post until after tuesday as of my R.E test. Hopefully I'll pass. Until next time! :D