Archive: Master Apprentice, anywhere else just let me know, so
I can come gloat over it.
Pairing: Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon
Rating: PG
Category: POV, songfic, AU
Spoilers: For TPM
Feedback: Please, please, please! jaden@mnsi.net
Disclaimer: I own neither the characters, nor the song.
However, what I do with them belongs to me. Lucas owns Star
Wars references, and the song was written by Terry Britten and
Sue Shifrin.
Authors Notes: Well, I'm stuck on the third part of Crimson
Petal, so I wrote a short songfic to try and get things flowing
again. My kitten, Obi-Wan (Obsessed? Me? Never!) draped himself
across my shoulder the entire time I was writing this, and lent
his inspiration. ;)
Obi-Wan gazed out the small porthole in the quarters he was
sharing with his master aboard the Queen's ship. One hand
lifted to rub at his temple, the dream still flitting about the
edges of his mind, refusing to be banished. Turning slightly,
he gazed at the peacefully sleeping form of his master, the
blankets pooling about the lean hips of the older man. /Should
I tell him?/ he wondered, even white teeth catching at his
lower lip.
Padding barefoot towards the bed, Obi-Wan studied his master's
sleeping face. /If the dream is to be believed, I'm going to
lose him soon. There must be another way. There is
always another way. I'll find it. I have to./
Love, show me the way when I am lost and hope begins to fade.
Love, timeless and true, whenever I need strength I look to
you,
Tonight.
My faith is strong enough to see me through tonight.
He's gotta trust in love the way I do,
We gotta hold on tight, tonight.
Obi-Wan sank down softly on the edge of the bed, fingertips
reaching out to trail feather-lightly across Qui-Gon's jaw. The
older man stirred faintly in his sleep, but didn't wake, his
breathing deep and even. /I love you, master. I refuse to lose
you, when I've only just found you./
Hold on.
Nothing's gonna stop us if we just believe in love.
Hold on.
There's nothing under heaven we can't overcome.
Hold on.
Rising once more to return to his vigil at the porthole,
Obi-Wan began to consider his options, his mind running though
various scenarios of the dream at a fevered pace. They would be
arriving at Naboo soon, and he had to be ready for what was to
come. The sith lord must not be allowed to separate him from
his master. Closing his eyes to the stars outside, he
visualized the fight from his dream. /There. Right there. I
mustn't let him knock me from the walkway, or at least take him
down with me if he does. A dodge there, and then parry that
blow... Yes... Yes, this will work!/
Now I see a way,
How the tide will turn and the part I'll play.
It's all part of a plan,
You don't have to know or understand,
Tonight.
I'll see it all unfold before my eyes, tonight.
With fortune on our side and love to guide me,
The future is looking bright, tonight.
Obi-Wan walked forwards with his master, shedding his cloak as
he did so. Cat-like steps carried him onward, his lightsaber in
his hand, and ignited. One with his master, he sprang forth,
green and blue blades clashing violently against red. The
images from his dream frothed against the edges of his mind,
his blade in place to meet the blows almost before they were
delivered. He spun, parried, moved as his master's shadow,
never leaving the older man's side.
Hold on.
Nothing's gonna stop us if we just believe in love.
Obi-Wan's stomach tightened as the fight carried out along the
walkway. /Here. Here is where I must not falter./
Hold on.
A furious blow, and a sickening lurch, then Obi-Wan felt
himself falling. Spilling over the edge of the walkway. /No!
No, I will not fail!/ he shrieked inwardly.
There's nothing under heaven we can't overcome.
Summoning all his command of the Force, he kept his balance,
wavering on the very edge of the catwalk. The sith lord,
assuming the young Jedi to be down, had turned away, facing the
master more fully. One shaky step, and then another, carried
Obi-Wan towards the sith's unguarded back. As Maul's black
booted foot connected with Qui-Gon's jaw, sending the master
stumbling back, Obi-Wan leapt forward, his glowing blade
sweeping in a wide arc, before impacting, slicing the sith
neatly in two.
Hold on.
Heaving great, ragged breaths, Obi-Wan sagged to his knees, the
relief spiraling though him, making his muscles almost to weak
to move. And then his master was there, those familiar,
comforting arms surrounding him.
"Obi-Wan. Are you alright, my Padawan?" A large hand caressed
his nape, the other searching him for injury.
"I'm fine, Master," he gasped out, hands fisting in the older
man's robes. Needing to touch him, to be sure his dream hadn't
come true. "I'm fine, now."
And though the road ahead may be unknown,
We'll make it if we hold on.
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