Archive: Yes to Master & Apprentice and The Nesting Place
Rating: PG
Pairing: Q/O
Series: Follows "Behind the Mask" and "Unmasked"
Warning: Death story
Spoilers: Set during Qui-Gon and Darth Maul's battle
Summary: Obi- Wan's thoughts as he watches his Master fight the
Sith Lord
Disclaimer: Don't own them, George Lucas does. If I did they
would have had a much happier ending!
Feedback: yes please
A single step. That is what separates me from them. One
desperate leap would have seen me though the final barrier and
at his side where together we would have beaten the Sith.
Instead I am now forced to wait here, agonizing, contemplating
throwing myself through the laser barrier to get to him.
The hatred flows from the dark lord like a wave, threatening to
obliterate everything in its path. There are only my Master and
myself to stand against it. Correction - right now there is
only my Master. I am trapped here like a taskan in a chepak
hole.
Be strong Master, I will be there soon.
Nervous energy crashes through me and I fight the desire to
pace . Be still, Obi-Wan. The memory of the many times I
have heard my Master speak these words fills me, aiding in my
quest for serenity. It is a long search but finally I find the
quiet place inside and center myself there. Now is not the time
for rash and impulsive actions.
He has the Sith down! I reach out to him, pride, love, and
support filling my thoughts. Though my Master was showing signs
of tiring, he attacks again as if revitalized and I can only
hope my sending has had some small part in that.
They are locked together, sparks flaring from their crossed
sabers, their faces separated by less than a handspan. Finish
him Master. Let us be done with this.
Stunned disbelief crashes around me, our link snapping fully
open as the knowledge of who our enemy is flows through me. No,
it cannot be. He is dead, killed by my own hand on Qular'eh
almost six years ago.
My head snaps back as the solid blow from the hilt of the
Sith's laser sword connects with my Master's chin. Look out!
. . . All feeling leaves me as the full length of the
red-beamed lightsaber pierces my Master's body and he slumps to
the floor.
"Noooooooooo!!"
My agonized scream echoes through the confines of my prison and
the dark lord turns, satisfaction and anticipation easily
readable even through the tattoos that cover his face. As he
moves closer I see the brand and wonder how we missed it
before.
Small muscles twitch in my cheek as I fight the desire to look
at my Master. He is still alive though I can feel the Force
fading within him. If only I had made it through the last
barrier, if only the Sith was not there. My only hope -
our only hope - is to end this fight quickly. There are
medical facilities here and I will not lose him.
The servos hum and my lightsaber flashes to life. You will die
now Xanatos, it ends here. This I promise you.
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