Warning: the following story contains male/male contents.
Please stop reading IF you are below the legal age (that is, 18
years old). IF you are above 18, you can read on. Furthermore,
if you are easily offended by male/male relationships, STOP
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Disclaimer: Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi belong to the
mighty LucasWorld. This story is ONLY a PRODUCT of my
imagination. It is not used for profit, only the satisfaction
of my readers.
Fandom: Star Wars: The Phantom Menace
Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi (QG/OB)
Rating: PG, mild violence.
[definitely AU]
Summary: Pre-TPM, a story inspired by that picture of
Qui-Gon in the Phantom Menace visual dictionary. Think
'werewolf', think 'lycanthropes' [Yes, I think that the picture
of Qui-Gon looks absolutely deadly Just look into his eyes and
tell me honestly that they are the eyes of a wolfish
predator ]
The two Jedi strode along the sun-dappled road, admiring the
sylvanian environment. The air was crisp, fresh and there was a
hint of spice.
Master Qui-Gon Jinn looked around, seeing the cobalt-blue sky.
Leaves rustled about him, stirred by the gentle breeze. Next to
him, his young apprentice watched two native avian lifeforms
fight over a morsel of food. Obi-Wan had a slight smile on his
face as he knelt down on the earthy floor, observing the
foodfight intently.
Smoothing his dark-brown Jedi robes, Qui-Gon sat down on the
ground and closed his eyes. He pondered on the nature of their
mission to this peaceful planet called Lupen VII. The planet
seemed serene, tranquil. The inhabitants belonged to a
non-violent farming community. Yet, somehow, Qui-Gon sensed
aberrations in the Force, irregularities that were disturbing.
They were not Dark, not evil --- but something else.
They met the Lupen representative, a petite woman with light
auburn hair. She wore the long heavy ceremonious gown of the
Lupen government, denoting her special status as an important
official.
"Greetings," she bowed low to the two shrouded men, clearly
impressed and honored with the presence of the Jedi. "I am
Sai'rr, Speaker of the First Seat. I am pleased to meet you,
Jedi Knights." She bowed again.
Qui-Gon returned back the courteous gesture. "I am Qui-Gon
Jinn. And this is my Apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi." The young man
inclined his head politely.
Sai'rr nodded and led them to their appointed guestrooms.
The night was still.
Obi-Wan sat on his bed, running a diagnostic on his lightsaber.
He sighed to himself. Master Qui-Gon was in the adjoining room,
meditating. He was not to be disturbed.
Obi-Wan went back to his lightsaber, checking on the status of
the crystals. To him along, the lightsaber was his pride and
joy, modeled after his Master's own as a sign of respect. He
tested its weight gingerly
Then two huge shadows pounced into the room.
Immediately, Obi-Wan was on his feet, his lightsaber humming
through the air as the shadows attacked him with sharp fangs.
He could see yellow feral eyes glaring at him as he defended
himself. He gasped, drawing on the Jedi calmness to control his
wildly beating heart.
MASTER!
In a blur of movement, Qui-Gon appeared next to him, his green
lightsaber slicing through the air. Obi-Wan permitted himself a
surge of admiration at his Master's speed of reaction. Qui-Gon
was known to be an accomplished lightsaber duelist. Yet,
Obi-Wan noticed that his Master was moving with exceptional
speed tonight. More so than usual. He had seen Qui-Gon fight on
the practice mat like poetry in motion
There was a brilliant green arc, a howl of pain and the two
fanged shadows leaped towards the open window. Jumped through
it.
For a while, the two Jedi could not speak. Then Qui-Gon walked
coolly towards the window and looked out. His lightsaber was
still activated.
"Master?" Obi-Wan edged towards the window too, fearing another
attack.
Qui-Gon turned slowly to face it.
Obi-Wan backed away instinctively.
His Master's blue eyes were hooded deadly.
Then, the moment seemed to pass and Qui-Gon shook his head,
rubbing his temples.
"Master?" Obi-Wan dared another question though he was
half-startled by the strange predatory look on Qui-Gon's face.
"I am alright, Padawan."
"What are those creatures?" Obi-Wan asked quietly as Qui-Gon
deactivated his lightsaber.
"They can't be wild beasts " His Master gazed out of the
window, his voice low. With a rustle, Qui-Gon was on the floor,
his fingers picking tuffs of dark fur. Lifting to his nose, he
sniffed the fur.
Obi-Wan could swear that there was a gleam in his Master's
eyes.
The next few days were spent inspecting Lupen facilities. The
two Jedi were brought to examine the farms. Sai'rr made sure
that they were well-fed and well-looked after. The farmfolk
also welcomed the two Jedi with offers of food and drink.
Obi-Wan found himself easily bored. There were functions to
attend, feasts to go to. For a farming community, the Lupen
were pretty extravagant in terms of hospitality. For three
days, Obi-Wan had eaten rich cheese, fried fish and roast wild
game. He swore that the moment he reached the Jedi Temple, he
would turn vegetarian. The Lupen diet was honestly too rich and
too meaty.
Laughter rippled all around him. Like it or not, he was in one
of the Lupen official functions. He toyed with his half-eaten
spiced fish, unable to take another bite.
Something rippled. This time, it was the Force. Obi-Wan looked
up warily.
He saw Master Qui-Gon watching him with an intense expression
on his face.
The gaze was unwavering like the eyes of a predator.
Obi-Wan repelled the thought quickly.
Qui-Gon strode ahead, forcing his Padawan to keep up with him.
To Obi-Wan, the night was blessedly cool, refreshing. Much
better than the confined space of the Lupen dining hall they
were in.
Master? He sent a concerned query, growing increasingly
worried. His Master's behavior was starting to become unstable
lately.
His Master did not answer.
Master?
This time, Qui-Gon stopped in his tracks. With two fluid steps,
he walked right up to Obi-Wan who stood his ground, curbing an
irrational fear which was screaming that his Master was going
to attack him
"What is it, Padawan?" Qui-Gon's gaze held the young apprentice
hypnotically.
"I am concerned, Master."
"There is nothing wrong with me, Obi-Wan."
The use of his first name, at once personal and shocking, made
Obi-Wan blink uncomprehendingly. There was something really not
quite right here. The Force was sending tense vibrations
throughout Obi-Wan's body.
His Master, usually calm, aloof
A hand grasped his wrist in an iron vise-like grip. Obi-Wan
hissed involuntarily at the sudden pain coursing up his arm.
His chin was roughly lifted up and lips crushed against his
own, hurting him.
"Master?!" Master ?!
Obi-Wan managed to pull himself free. His heart was thudding so
hard he thought everyone in the Lupen dining hall could hear
it. He wheeled away, dancing to a safe distance.
Qui-Gon stood there, a tall shadow.
The eyes were back.
Deadlier than ever.
"Master, please control yourself! Use the Force " Obi-Wan
pleaded urgently. "Master?" The memory of the brutal kiss
lingered on his lips.
"Obi-Wan, stay far away from me " Qui-Gon's voice was soft,
husky as if he was struggling with something within him. "Go
run you can't stay here too dangerous "
"I can't leave you, Master "
"GO!" The command whipped out at him.
There was the sound of clothes tearing. His Master's form
crumbled. The next thing Obi-Wan knew, he was staring at a
large creature resembling a Hoth snow-wolf. This creature
facing him was larger, as tall as Obi-Wan, at the shoulders;
its ears were plastered back against the wolfine skull. The
tips of the fangs could be seen in the pointed mouth. The paws
were the size of a grown man's palm, muscular, powerful.
The fur glimmered and for some bizarre reason, Obi-Wan knew
that it would be silver like the color of Qui-Gon's beard.
Obi-Wan ran.
The Force lent him speed.
He flew across the earth like a sprite, leaping across the
ditches, over fences. The wind bit at his face, whistling past
his ears.
The growling was behind him, the thunder of paws tearing into
the ground, the panting of a chasing predator homing in on its
prey.
Obi-Wan saw a familiar building and made for it.
Official Sai'rr gaped at him in utter surprise as he ran into
her house, slamming the door shut. Obi-Wan's legs gave and he
collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily. His chest hurt from
too much exertion and he struggled to use the Force rejuvenate
his stressed systems. Feeling Sai'rr's curious stare on him, he
turned to regard her.
"What is wrong, Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi?" Sai'rr asked, pulling
her sleeping robe around herself tightly.
The Force crackled. Qui-Gon was close. The shared communication
Obi-Wan had with his Master was jarred with a maelstrom of
unfamiliar emotions. Insatiable hunger, the hunt, food, anger,
desire lust
"No, tell me what's wrong with my Master?" Obi-Wan got up onto
his feet, his lightsaber in his hand. "He has become this
beast."
Sai'rr's eyes clouded.
Obi-Wan strode up to her. "Official Sai'rr, please. My Master
is in trouble and I want to help him. Now." The tone of his
voice and the intensity of his gaze frightened the Lupen
official.
"Your Master has turned into a lycanthrope, " she said quickly.
"Lycanthrope?" Obi-Wan muttered. "You mean my Master has become
a shapeshifter?"
"Yes and no."
Seeing the steeliness of the Padawan's expression, Sai'rr
continued hurriedly.
"You see, every Lupen citizen is a lycanthrope. We have the
natural ability to transform into animals. But we have managed
to control these abilities."
"Everyone?"
"Yes, everyone. We have adopted the discipline of meditation to
curb the urges. Now we can transform at will. Your Master ---
a nervous look on Sai'rr --- seems to be susceptible. I
dont know how but "
Obi-Wan shut his eyes. He could feel the presence of his Master
nearby. Prowling. Hunting.
"Every Lupen child is born with the ability of lycanthropy. But
the children are taught to control their abilities. Master
Qui-Gon Jinn is, by our standards, an adult and he doesn't know
how to curb the lycanthropy "
"My Master knows how to use the Force "
"The Force you esteemed Jedi use has no effect on Lupen
lycanthropy."
Sai'rr's face was sad.
"Then what is the cure?" Obi-Wan felt tendrils of impatience
rising up in him. "No wait. Is there a cure? How come I wasn't
infected? "
The Force suddenly shuddered.
"There is a cure, " Sai'rr sank into a chair. "You have
to tranquilize him and leave the planet."
"My Master isn't an animal " Obi-Wan stopped and turned away,
embarrassed.
His Master was now an animal uncontrollable.
The metallic weapon felt heavy in Obi-Wan's hand. He stood
alone in the darkness illuminated only by the bright stars.
He ran the Jedi meditative chant against fear in his mind.
A twig snapped.
Obi-Wan could see the hulking shape of the beast padding up
towards him. Even in this taut moment, he admired the beauty of
the creature eyeing him.
Predatory eyes
Master?
The beast looked up with a growl.
Master, I am Obi-Wan Kenobi. Your Padawan.
The growling became louder.
Obi-Wan's heart constricted even though he lifted the weapon,
placed his finger on the trigger. The beast in front of him,
the beast who was formerly his Master, had only bestial needs.
There weren't any traces of Qui-Gon at all in the wolf-like
face.
Master Obi-Wan sighed mentally. "Master, I don't think
you will remember this "
He cocked the weapon, putting the beast into sight.
"But I love you, Master Qui-Gon."
The beast growled and leaped ---
Howled as the tranquilizer found its mark.
The beast crumbled unconscious onto the floor. Obi-Wan
carefully checked the wolf-like animal who was breathing
heavily. The eyes were closed. He placed a gentle hand on the
neck, feeling the strong pulse.
"I am sorry, Master I am."
Obi-Wan watched his Master stir and open his eyes.
"Lie down, " Obi-Wan said, kindly pushing Qui-Gon back onto the
bed. "You are still recovering from the lycanthropy."
"Lycanthr..opy?"
A slight incline of the Padawan's head, indicating assent.
"Don't speak. You must rest, Master." Obi-Wan drew the curtains
and turned down the lights.
Qui-Gon decided not to say anything. His head was throbbing.
Obi-Wan, seeing that his Master had gone back to sleep, made
his way to the door.
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