Angst, tears and an idea that could get me into a lot of
trouble
Spoilers: After TPM
Archive: Master & Apprentice, The Nesting Place, OKEB, QGEB
Feedback - Please be kind and let me know what you think -
pretty please with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan trying to see who's on
top
Disclaimer: Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon belong to the Force that is
George Lucas - he of the incredible luck and multi-million
dollars. Please don't sue, as I have none.
Many Obi-Wan kisses to Chris beta'ing my stuff - you're the
best ;D
The day that Anakin had turned was almost the worst one of his
life. The only one more tragic was the day his beloved master
had died at the hands of a Sith. Now the boy that his master
had had so much faith in was Sith as well. Obi-Wan's guilt was
like a wild creature, it was eating him alive.
'I've failed you beloved.' He cried silently, as he stared out
the port of the transport whisking himself and a pregnant
Amidala to the relative safety of Alderaan.
No Obi-love, you haven't. There, on his bunk was the
blue-tinged figure of Qui-Gon Jinn. Anakin is the
chosen one. Destiny has simply decided to play its hand in an
odd way. You are not responsible. You haven't
failed anyone, least of all me. I'm so very proud of what
you've done beloved.
"Master?" the heart-broken Jedi Knight sobbed, not quite able
to believe what he saw and heard.
No longer your master Obi-love. Just one who loves you and
who feels your pain. I don't have much time. It's hard to make
myself appear like this, although I have always been with you.
I am always as close as your own heartbeat love, you know this
don't you?
Without realizing he'd moved, Obi-Wan found himself kneeling
before his love. His head was gently guided into a very real
lap and at the first touch of ghostly hands the dam burst.
Years of pain, loneliness and hurt poured out as those strong
hands stroked his now shoulder-length hair and back lovingly.
Finally the tears abated and he looked up to see a soft smile
dancing on Qui-Gon's lips. You look rain-drenched and
beautiful beyond measure Obi-love. By the Force, how I miss
you.
"I miss you too Qui-Gon. I want to be with you. It hurts too
much... I don't think I have the strength to go on." Obi-Wan
whispered hopelessly.
But you must Obi-love. This is why I've come. Amidala needs
you. Her unborn children need you. It is they who are the key
Obi-Wan. Anakin was the one of the prophecy, yes. Chosen to
create two beautiful children who will be so full of light and
hope that they will drive the darkness from the galaxy. They
will be the builders of the new order that is to come. Their
light, their hearts and souls will be forged in great fire and
pain but they will triumph. From them the Jedi will be
reborn.
You must hold on a little longer beloved. They will need you
to set them on the path. I will be with you the entire journey,
I promise. I will hold your heart safe and protect you when you
sleep. I will be waiting on the other side when your task is
done. Before you know it we will be together again, this time
forever. I promise. I love you forever Obi-Wan. Never
forget that. Never forget that I am always with you.
"Qui-Gon!" Obi-Wan cried, bolting up in bed. Beside him,
Amidala stirred and woke. Seeing the unrelenting pain in her
dear friend's tortured eyes she simply held open her arms and
let him cry, his head buried against her breast, her heart
breaking anew.
Theirs was a friendship that had begun so many years before as
respect and had, through the fires of the clone wars and the
Jedi purge, through their own shared guilt for failing one they
both had loved. They had begun to turn to one another to stop
the chill of evil that had entered their lives from freezing
them still. It was a need to feel human warmth and love,
nothing more. Not the true love that burned in each of their
breasts for those they could no longer have. Not true passion,
just pure friendship.
How many times over the last months had he held her when she
woke up crying out the name of a man who, for all intents and
purposes, was as dead as her friend's lost love. How many times
had they clung to each other as grief had threatened to swallow
them whole? 'So much pain.' She thought sadly. 'So much loss.
Each of us has sacrificed our loves to the dark.'
"It will be alright Ben. You'll see. It will all work out in
the end. Our loss won't be in vain." The two survivors clung to
one another, each needing the touch, the connection to
something real and alive. To one who understood how soul
shattering a broken heart could truly be.
"I pray you're right Padme. By whatever remnants of the Force
that remain, please may you be right."
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