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Category: Au, First Time, BDSM, Non-Q/O, Pre-Slash?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: O/M, O/M/S, O/Q
Warnings: Nonconsensual sex. Lot's of torture! Yeah
Baby!
Summary: What if that scene in TPM had gone this way?? and
beyond!
Feedback: I crave it! romana2@xtn.net
Disclaimer: We all know who they belong to. No profit is being
made from this
Notes: Thanks to my beta's and my wonderful Master! for all
her help with this story!
Spoilers: Well I haven't read any of the books, but thanks to
my Master I know this contains some spoilers for the JA books
and for the Darth Maul Journal.
The Story thus far: That scene in TPM. ExceptÉMaul has
destroyed the Jedi Temple and overpowers Obi-Wan, taking him
prisoner. He taunts a badly wounded Qui-Gon that he will turn
Obi-Wan to the darkside. Maul leaves dragging Obi-Wan with him.
Qui-Gon unable to follow passes out. Panaka and his guards find
him there and as Panaka leans over him Qui- Gon wakes and tells
Panaka not to let him die. Obi-Wan is dragged aboard the Sith's
transport, Where Maul decides to have a little 'fun' with his
new apprentice, and also rips out Obi-Wan's bond with Qui-Gon.
A concerened Amidala and Anakin meanwhile watch over a
unconcious Qui-Gon back in the med bay on Naboo. Qui-Gon
suffers a seizure when the Master/Apprentice bond is severed
frightening Ami and Ani who leave the room shortly after.
Senator Palpatine taunts the unconcious Qui-Gon telling him he
will see more pain very soon. ~ I'm terrible at summaries lol!
Time ceased to have meaning for Obi-Wan Kenobi. He pulled his
knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around himself for
warmth. How long he had been left in the small cell he didn't
know. He briefly wondered if they were just going to leave him
to die. It felt like he had been confined for weeks, when he
knew it had really only been a day or two. He couldn't remember
the last time he'd had anything to eat or drink. No one had
even set foot in the room since he'd been there that he'd
noticed.
He couldn't stop rubbing at his skin, feeling the creepy legs
and antennae still on him. He'd endured the roaches crawling
all over him, and held a hand over his mouth to keep the bugs
from entering. But when they began to seek out every opening
into his body, he'd become consumed with sheer terror. They'd
tried to crawl into his nostrils, scurrying and pushing,
crawling around his ears, seeking the opening there. He'd begun
to scream and couldn't stop, passing out shortly after. When he
awoke there had been no sign of the horrid things.
He leaned his head against the cool wall and groaned. His
throat ached from screaming and his head and soul throbbed from
the freshly severed bond between him and Qui-Gon. Rubbing his
eyes wearily he wondered if Qui-Gon was still alive. He
remembered the Sith saying something to that fact before he had
succumbed to unconsciousness. His vision blurred as the thought
touched him that Qui-Gon was probably one with the force by
now. Obi-Wan didn't see how his Master could survive the fatal
wound inflicted on him by the Sith.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He couldn't imagine his
life without his Master by his side, training him, guiding him,
laughing with him, loving him. Although the latter was mostly
Obi-Wan's feelings, he knew his Master loved him, but he didn't
know if he loved him the way Obi-Wan had come to love Qui-Gon.
As a man loves another man. 'I wish we could have talked more,'
he thought sadly. In the last year or so, Qui-Gon had become
increasingly harsh in attitude towards Obi-Wan. He seemed to
only have negative comments on his Padawan's abilities, and
Obi-Wan had felt the distance grow between them, even affecting
their training bond. Although Qui-Gon had never been one to
heap on the praise, he had until recently usually responded
with warm encouragement.
When the criticisms began, Obi-Wan had worked harder to please
his Master. Then Qui- Gon had practically thrown him away in
front of the entire council, asking that Anakin become his new
Padawan.
Still he loved Qui-Gon with all his heart and soul even though
their relationship had been strained in the last moments. He
had been forbidden by the code to reveal his feelings until he
was a Knight, and in just a few short minutes the opportunity
to tell his Master how he felt was gone forever.
He was startled out of his reverie when without warning, the
door hissed open, and Darth Maul entered carrying a flask of
water.
"Hello, little one."
Obi-Wan stared mutely at the floor.
Maul smiled and walked over to where he was huddled in the
corner. "That's quite a set of lungs you have. Your screams
could be heard all over this sector," he knelt down in front of
his captive, reaching out and stroking the Padawan's face.
Obi-Wan jerked away from the unwanted touch.
"Where are we?" his voice sounded gravelly and his throat was
on fire.
"You're on board my Master's space station," Maul told him.
"He's away on important business, but he will return very
soon."
"Good for him," Obi-Wan replied sarcastically.
"You know, he did the same to me," Maul grabbed Obi-Wan's arm,
examining the numerous scratches the insects had left on him.
His tone was almost sympathetic.
"What?" Obi-Wan couldn't take his eyes of the horns that
adorned the tattooed head. He wondered if the Sith had been
born with them.
"My Master. He use to put Dinkos in my bed at night."
"He did? " Obi-Wan didn't want to feel sorry for this monster
in front of him.
"Yes," Maul replied softly. "You know a Dinko secrets stinking
venom when startled. I was locked in with them all night. My
skin was inflamed and my eyes were swollen the next
morning.
He ran a gloved hand down the inside of Obi-Wan's bare
thigh.
Obi-Wan slapped the hand away. "Then you of all people should
know how horrible it is," he snarled.
"Yes, but therein lies lesson number three. That which you
suffer also makes you stronger."
"Suffering leads to the dark side," Obi-Wan spat back at
him.
Maul laughed and sat down beside the young Jedi. He slowly
dipped his finger into the flask, making ripples in the calm
water.
"Yes, and you're suffering aren't you little Jedi?"
Obi-Wan tried not to eye the water. His aching throat making
it all but impossible.
"Ask me," Maul prompted softly.
Obi-Wan looked up at him, licking his dry lips. He didn't want
anything from the dark lord, but he didn't know if and when it
would be offered again.
"Please," he finally whispered.
Without a word, Maul handed him the flask. Obi-Wan swallowed
the cool liquid greedily. It tasted wonderful, and he could
feel some of his strength returning. He dipped his own finger
into the liquid and rubbed it into his dry cracked lips. The
flask was yanked from his hand before he could finish the
rest.
"Hey!"
"There's plenty more where this came from, " Maul set the
flask behind him. "But there is something you must do for me
first."
Obi-Wan sighed. What more would this Sith take from him?
"You must sever your last tie to your Master."
"What are you talking about?"
Maul brought a hand up and fingered his Padawan braid.
"Never!" Obi-Wan hissed defiantly. It was the last thing that
marked him as Qui-Gon's. He would not part with it.
"You will not eat, drink, or bathe until that braid is cut,
and you will cut it." Maul threatened softly.
"I won't do it," Obi-Wan repeated stubbornly.
Maul's fingers wrapped around his braid and jerked him roughly
forward. The Sith's hot mouth pressed over the Jedi's,
devouring him until the young man was lightheaded and gasping
for air. Before Obi-Wan could recover, the Sith reached into
his cloak, pulling out a syringe, and plunged it into the soft
skin at the back of Obi-Wan's neck.
"You will change your mind, my apprentice," Maul stood up
shoving the empty syringe back into his tunics. He picked up
the flask of water and upended it, pouring the remaining
contents over Obi-Wan's head. Obi-Wan gasped as the cold water
coursed over his bare skin. He was so thirsty; he almost licked
the water from his body.
"I will be back shortly. I suggest by then you decide to
cooperate." Maul stalked from the room. The door hissed softly
closed behind him.
"When Tatooine freezes over!" Obi-Wan shouted at the closed
door, bringing his hand to the sore spot on his neck. His head
was spinning, and he felt nauseated. He didn't even feel it
when his head connected with the floor.
He was falling into a dark void. He seemed to fall forever,
then the ground rushed up to meet him and he landed with a
painful thud. He struggled to his feet, glancing around. A
swirling mist surrounded him, and caressed him like the hands
of a lover. A dim halo of light lit the shadows and gloom. Mist
swirled past his face. It parted before him, and a tunnel stood
in his path. He began making his way towards the tunnel when a
familiar voice called to him.
"Obi-Wan"
Qui-Gon Jinn walked out of the haze.
"Master," he breathed in bewilderment. "But, I thought you
were dead," he tentatively reached out and gasped when his hand
passed cleanly through Qui-Gon's mid-section.
Qui-Gon Jinn became very real when a hand reached out and
clamped down tight on Obi- Wan's wrist. He gazed questioningly
into the indigo eyes. They were filled with pain, and something
else, something he couldn't identify.
"Yes, Obi-Wan, I am dead." he said solemnly, then the eyes
hardened and burned blood red. "And it's all your fault," he
hissed.
Obi-Wan pulled back in shock. This couldn't be his Master
speaking, but weren't these his exact thoughts as he'd seen
Qui-Gon struck down by the Sith Lord? He tried to free his
wrist, but the grip Qui-Gon had on him was immovable. .
"I never should have taken you as my Padawan. You always were
too brash and impatient. I knew you would be my undoing."
"No, Master...you don't mean that," his voice was a barely
choked whisper.
Suddenly Qui-gon doubled over clutching at his stomach,
releasing his vicelike grip.
"It hurts, Obi-Wan. Why does it hurt so much?" the beautiful
indigo eyes were back, pleading with him now. "I'm so cold,
Obi-WanÉso cold."
Instinctively he reached out to his distraught Master. Qui-Gon
pulled his arm back, and Obi- Wan had a brief second to
register the now deformed hands, long claws visible at the end.
Then they were arching down, slicing into the side of his face,
slamming him to the ground. Qui-Gon stood over him as he held a
hand to his smarting cheek, the blood flowing freely between
his shaking fingers.
"Time for you to join me, Obi-Wan. Time for you to die." the
claws pulled back again preparing to strike the killing blow.
Obi-Wan began backing away while raising his arms in a futile
attempt to deflect the blow.
"Master! Don't!"
He heard the claws slicing through the air, and the mist
swirled past his face. He was back in his cell. His hand
brushed along an unblemished cheek. No cuts. 'It wasn't real'
he thought, sighing with relief. He had no idea what was going
on, but he had some pretty nasty suspicions. He was certain
Maul had used some form of mind-altering substance on him;
nevertheless, shaken to the core he buried his head in his arms
and sobbed.
In the medical bay on Naboo, the real Qui-Gon Jinn slowly
awakened and opened his eyes. Anakin, who had been idly tossing
a ball in the corner of the room, turned at the sharp intake of
breath. He dropped the ball, and ran to the Jedi Master's
side.
"Master Qui-Gon! You're awake." the boy's smile was
brilliant.
Qui-Gon blinked rapidly bringing the boy's face into focus. He
whispered a soft "Ani" his voice strained from disuse. Anakin
grabbed the chair behind him, sitting down he broke into a
steady stream of nervous chatter.
"We were so worried about you! I was so scared you were going
to die, but you're awake now. You're going to be just fine. I
know it!!" the boy continued oblivious to the Jedi Master's
efforts to try to speak to him. "Did you know I blew up the
droid control ship? You should have seen it! All the droids
down here stopped working, and PadmeÉerrÉQueen
Amidala was able to take back her city!" Anakin laid his hand
on Qui-Gon's shoulder. "And don't you worry, Master Qui-Gon
sir. We'll find Jedi Kenobi real soon. They're out searching
for him now."
Qui-Gon moaned softly. The memory of what had befallen his
apprentice coming back to him in a terrifying rush. He began to
jerk and thrash on the small bed. Anakin stared openmouthed
frightened by the scene unfolding in front of him.
"Nooooo!" Qui-Gon cried frantically. The monitors beside him
began blinking and beeping wildly.
"Ani! What happened?" Amidala rushed into the room, along with
several others.
The youngster shook his head, unable to speak.
"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon called again, a single tear slid down his
face, then his body convulsed and went limp.
"Droid!" the Queen shouted desperately. She clutched young
Skywalker to her.
The med droid stood up from his bent position over the Jedi
Master.
"I'm sorry, your Highness. He's gone into shock. That combined
with the weakness from his wound and fever, he may not
survive."
The Queen stared at him mutely. Her face hardened and she laid
a hand on Anakin's shoulder, knowing the boy didn't need to be
seeing or hearing this.
"Alright, do what you can for him. Everyone out! " she ordered
sweeping the boy into her arms and stalking from the room. All
followed her but one. The med droid placed another blanket over
the unconcious Jedi, gave him an injection, and left to check
on patients in the next room. A figure clad in dark robes
stepped out from the corner.
Senator Palpatine moved to the Jedi, placing both his hands on
each side of Qui-Gon's head he whispered.
"No, Jedi. You can't die on me. Not just yet. I still have
plans for you," he sent a flood of healing energy into the sick
man. The monitors went to a normal rhythm, and Qui-Gon's
features relaxed. His chest moved steadily up and down.
Palpatine stood back and laughed softly, then slipped from the
room.
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