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Category: POV, Angsty, Vignette.
Rating: PG (lauguage)
Warnings: No sex or anything, just mentions of a relationship.
Spoilers: During TPM, but frankly, I think everyone here's seen
the movie and knows what happened.
Summary: Obi-Wan's reflection(s) on Qui-Gon's demise. With
lyrics from Henry Mancini's "Music on the Way"
Feedback: Sure, why not. I love it, as we all do. ^_^
Disclaimer: Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, etc., property George Lucas, ILM,
et al. "Music on the Way" written by Henry Mancini & Will
Jennings.
Author's Note: I was listening to a CD by Monica Mancini (Henry
Mancini's daughter) last night, and found this song at the very
end. Thought it just screamed Q/O. I've only seen TPM once
(sniff, what's wrong with me!) so the details are a little
sketchy in my mind. This story's basically without my trademark
humour, so....
Obi-Wan stood solemnly at the funeral pyre where his Master's
body was laid out. It was a customary Jedi procedure. Burn the
body of the fallen Master. Release the spirit, and become one
with the force. Death was merely a release; the body was only a
temporary home for one's soul.
Obi-Wan thought it was all a load of crap.
He missed his Master, his friend, and his lover. Cut down by
that Sith Apprentice. Obi-Wan made the bastard pay, that was
the only thing that he was sure of. He felt a bit of pride in
severing the Sith in half and watching him plummet down that
endless shaft.
Obi-Wan's eyes snapped back to the present. The pyre was alight
in flames now. Obi-Wan fought to keep the tears back.
Oh, my friend, we'll meet again someday.
You made life worth the price we all pay.
The flames slowly engulfed his Master's body. He blinked.
Qui-Gon made all the trials and tribulations in life that the
Jedi faced bearable. He eased the pain, he calmed Obi-Wan's
raging spirit when it was at its worst. Now Obi-Wan was left
with a large emptiness in his soul, a hole in his heart, a
vacancy in his very being where the Master resided.
When the whole world goes wrong
The magic of your song creates a place
Here in my soul
Where hope can stay.
Qui-Gon was often the only light in young Obi-Wan's life. He
remembered failing at so many tests, trials, and such. Sobbing
in Qui-Gon's arms.. but only when he was a child. Once the
Padawan was old enough, he put on a brave face, never showing
emotions to the rest. The only one he cared about could read
him perfectly. Qui-Gon brought hope to Obi-Wan, and now, it had
been torn from him.
And I loved the music on the way.
Ah, they did make beautiful music together. No one among the
gathering crowd at the pyre could deny the relationship between
the two, nor could they condemn it.
Did you know that I've won, come what may?
I am part
Of your song
And you knew it all along.
You gave me music on the way.
Maybe Obi-Wan had won. He'd defeated the Sith, he'd been
proclaimed a Jedi Knight, he took Anakin as his Padawan, just
as his Master had instructed with his dying breath. They would
always be a part of each other, through the Force, through the
mind, the memories, the body... His Master would always be with
him; yes, Obi-Wan was now sure of it.
With your song in my heart
I'll laugh about the stops and starts
And all that I have lost
Along the way.
Obi-Wan looked away from the pyre and at those surrounding him.
Amidala, Padme, Anakin, Master Yoda.... He let out a light
chuckle, remembering some lighter moments in their lives. All
the stories Qui-Gon told about his days at the Jedi Academy,
Jedi legends and folklore.... Yet, they'd had their own share
of hard times. Death, destruction, injuries, lies, deceit...
And now, the biggest loss of all. His Master was gone.
I am part
Of your song
But, you knew it all along.
You gave me music on the way.
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon would forever be connected. And both knew
it, even if neither let on. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan fed off of each
other. Age and wisdom, with youth and spirit. Patience and love
with hotheadedness and passion. It was a beautiful symbiosis
that the two had.
Obi-Wan looked straight ahead, his eyes straining against the
searing flame to see his Master's body. ::I am strong,:: he
tried to tell himself, over and over. Suddenly, he felt the
tears clouding his eyes.
//Be not afraid.//
::Master?::
//Be not afraid.//
The young Jedi Knight continued his watch of the fiery pyre.
::I'm not afraid.:: He ignored the warm tears rolling down his
cheeks. ::I am strong.::
You gave me music on the way.
Obi-Wan hung his head. His Master was dead. Now he must carry
on.
---------------- Owarimashita (Finished in Japanese.)
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