Cause Your Heart's as Profound as a Mine (Love Letters part
3/3)
by Triskell (triskell@xpoint.at)
Category: Romance
Summary: Qui-Gon's on a mission and Obi misses him - part 3
Series/Spoilers: Yes, the Love Letters Series (3 parts)/none
Archive: M-A please, my website
(http://www.user.xpoint.at/e.lebic/default.htm)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this story belong to
George Lucas, the creator of the Star Wars Universe, bet you
didn't guess! No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: MUSH ALERT!!! - mostly at the end of the
story
Great big thank you to Dark~Angel for the beta...any residual
faults can safely be attributed to me ;-)
CAUSE YOUR HEART'S AS PROFOUND AS A MINE (LOVE LETTERS part
III)
(c) JEL, 1999
** Indicates a letter
Obi-Wan was sitting alone in the quarters he shared with his
Master. He was in a rare temper, his mood taking on dimensions
almost close to anger. Master Windu had informed him most
courteously this morning that it would be at least another two
weeks before he could expect Qui-Gon back.
As if he had not been separated from his lover long enough
already. He wished Master Yoda had told him. The little
creature seemed to understand him, had been so supportive in
the past weeks, cheering him up, obviously enjoying the fact
that his former student was in love with Obi-Wan and sharing in
the heartache the young man had felt each time he had received
a letter - and nothing more.
The door chime interrupted his brooding on what he could would
to the Council if he only got the chance. Master Yoda. That
meant there was bad news.
"Fine, he is. A letter I have for you. Enjoy it, you will. I
hope. Worry not, you must. Back soon, he will be." The ancient
Jedi patted Obi-Wan's hand encouragingly, laying the crumpled
envelope on the sofa beside him.
The young Padawan nodded, reading the address **Padawan Kenobi.
Suite 4456. Jedi Temple. Coruscant, 78976** - it was better
than not to hear from Qui-Gon at all. But he was sure going to
be glad to have his lover home, in his arms and his bed again.
He missed his Master, and he was worried. Master Yoda knew, he
felt the anguish in him, the uncertainty about his lover's fate
that gnawed on him. He managed a wan smile, but the other Jedi
had already left the room. Obi-Wan softly ran his hand across
the paper at his side. Qui-Gon had touched it not so long ago.
He sighed as he opened the envelope and took out the sheets
filled with the beautiful handwriting that reminded him so much
of every movement his beloved made - strong, bold and powerful.
**Dear love,
I hope this will be the last time I have to write, and that
next time I feel I have to talk to you I can just stand in
front of you, look into your eyes and see you smile when I
tease you. It's cold tonight. It's the weather this time and I
wish you could be here.
Negotiations are dire and I have to be alert every second of
the day...and the night. I can't remember having slept more
than two hours together lately and when I get home...I hope I
won't have to.**
Obi-Wan knew exactly what mischievous thoughts had been going
through his Master's mind as he wrote the last sentence and how
warm a smile had lit up his features, smoothed out the frown on
his brow. He grinned broadly, then read on.
**Have I told you lately how special you are to me? I might
have mentioned it in my last letters. I can't be sure. I forget
what I write, it's so important and yet I have no time to
remember it - maybe you could ask Yoda if I couldn't have a
little holiday when I get back.
Just so we can spend some time together. I'm sure it's possible
and he would understand. I've been working hard and so have
you. He might really give us the chance to get away; it would
be lovely to simply sit and talk once again. I have no more
time for this letter, I just wanted to tell you that I love you
and will be home as soon as I can - with you, where I belong,
love. Qui-Gon. **
Another declaration of love. As if the last two letters had not
sufficed to lift Obi-Wan onto a cloud in seventh heaven,
knowing he was so deeply loved by his Master was wonderful
enough, but to have proof of it in writing, in such tender
letters, directed more to his heart and soul than his person.
The young man smiled involuntarily. He would make his lover
proud.
And that meant a little meditation on his anger at the world in
general and the Council in particular for keeping them apart
this evening and then a long day full of cleaning up the old
library tomorrow. He still was not done. Though he supposed
being alone and having time to himself was better right now -
he would not have liked being locked up with a group of
screaming children for most of the day.
It was not that he did not like children. They were quite ok as
long as he was in a good mood and/or prepared to accept his
nerves being trampled upon and his patience tried to breaking
point. And as long as he had a loving Master to come back to in
the evening, someone who would massage the pressure out of his
shoulders and...the door chime sounded again.
Obi-Wan opened and found himself face-to-face - knee to face to
be exact - with Master Yoda. "Sorry to disturb you, I am. News
I have for you. Best to tell you myself, I thought."
The young man's face creased in worry. This was not good at
all. His master was...what? Hurt? He would have felt that, or
would he not?
"Come back, Qui-Gon will not. Sent on another mission, he was.
My idea this was not. Approve of it I cannot. Listen to me, no
one will."
"Can I go to him?"
Yoda shook his head. "Not possible this is. Patient, you must
be. Call him back I will. As soon as possible." Obi-Wan bowed
low, touched by the Jedi Master's concern for his and his
lover's feelings. "Send transmissions, Qui-Gon must not. Write
to you, he must not. Sorry I am about this."
The Padawan nodded his understanding. So that was why Yoda was
so indignant. He did not like this new mission. "Master Qui-Gon
has asked me to request a holiday from you, Master Yoda."
Politely, respectfully - the way a council member had to be -
ought to be addressed.
"We would both appreciate a little time for each other." A
personal note, said in a low voice, softly, directed at the
friend Obi-Wan knew he and his lover had in the little creature
that stood before him, tapping the floor with his stick.
"Acceptable this is. Tell the council I will. A holiday you
will have. TThis time, contradict me they will not."
The young man grinned as he heard the imminent reproof the
other council members were going to receive in the stubborn
tone and the hard tap of the stick on the floor.
"Thank you, Master Yoda."
"Thank me, you need not. Understand you I do. Old I may be,
forgotten about love I have not." He chuckled. "Leave you alone
now, I will. Come if you need me, I will."
Obi-Wan would have liked to hug the Jedi Master, tell him how
much his consideration and respect for them meant to him. But
he thought it would be slightly improper and he was not exactly
sure if the little creature would welcome such an action.
"Thank you." was all he said. At the dismissive wave of Yoda's
hand he smiled.
Three days had passed. Three long days and even longer nights.
Obi-Wan was working hard at the library, controlling his temper
- if he had not been a Jedi, he would have been seething with
anger. He felt the danger his lover was in. And there was
nothing he could do. Only last night he had been able to sleep
for a few hours without the threat to Qui-Gon's life rushing
through him and keeping him awake.
The young man was so lost in his thoughts he did not notice the
little shadow in the doorway. When Yoda cleared his throat
audibly to attract his attention, he almost jumped. "Oh, I, I'm
sorry, I didn't hear you."
"Delivery to your quarters, there has been. Needed there you
are now. Take this with you, you must. Read it tomorrow morning
you will." Obi-Wan took the crumpled brown paper, wondering for
a moment how the ancient Jedi managed to always crumple every
message he carried in his pocket.
He bowed, excusing himself and strode towards his quarters. He
could not remember having ordered anything, and he was sure
neither had his Master. He shook his head - well, at least it
would be something to keep him occupied for the rest of the
day. He keyed in the access code and stepped into the living
room, stopping short at the sight of a rumpled brown cloak on
the floor.
"Qui-Gon?" His voice betrayed the hope that flooded his heart -
could it really be? "Qui-Gon!" He grinned foolishly as he flung
himself in the open arms of the man standing on the threshold.
"Careful, love. You're heavier than you think." Teasing him, as
usual. Obi-Wan did not care in the least. He had his lover
back, warm arms around him, holding him tight and safe.
"You're tired." The other man nodded.
"I just took a shower. Yoda said he'd fetch you." A slow grin
spread over Obi-Wan's face.
"All he told me was that there had been a delivery to our
quarters - if I had known he was referring to you, I'd have..."
He was cut off in mid-sentence by a soft kiss. When he finally
managed to disentangle himself, he shoved his Master back
towards the bedroom.
"You'll sleep now. We can talk tomorrow morning and...we'll see
what else we can do." A mischievous glint in his green-blue
eyes betrayed his other intents.
His lover grinned. "As you wish, my Padawan."
Obi-Wan woke with a start, as someone tickled his side. He
squirmed, and then laughed as he opened his eyes to find his
Master's deep blue gaze on him. "I was afraid you were only a
dream."
"I'm sure I can rectify this mistake, love." The young man
grinned, then he reached towards the nightstand, taking the
crumpled brown paper.
"Before I forget, Master Yoda told me to read this in the
morning."
**Slept well, you have I hope. Three weeks off duty you both
are. Enjoy it, you must. Not want to see you on Coruscant, I
do. Transport to Imm'tscha I have booked. Leave at noon, it
does. Late, you should not be. Yoda**
The two Jedi chuckled. "I didn't know he wrote the way he
talked."
"Yoda's full of surprises love. I believe we should pack.
Though we won't need much - Imm'tscha is, as far as I know just
a heap of sand and sea in the middle of the galaxy."
"I wish I knew when you got this...expressive...in your
language."
"You don't find this poetic? Only expressive? I will have to
work on it then."
After boarding the transport to the remote little planet of
Imm'tscha, the Jedi Master disappeared in their suite at once,
leaving his Padawan to arrange all the details. When Obi-Wan
came back, he smiled. "So, what have you planned for the
duration of this trip, love?"
"Many things, Master. But first of all I'd like to ask you
something." An encouraging nod motioned for him to proceed.
"All those things you wrote to me...you meant them?"
"Certainly, love. Every word." Obi-Wan's brilliant smile
lightened up his features. He looked at his lover for a long
moment, and then sat down opposite him on the floor,
cross-legged, gazing into the other man's eyes.
"I have a few things to tell you as well, Qui-Gon. I wanted to
do that on our anniversary, but I never got the chance." His
Master smiled, nodding.
"I...you know I love you. And I thought of you every moment you
were away. But what touched me most, and made me most happy was
that you wrote to me. It was so special to have you write down
what you felt. To see it in front of my eyes, be able to
re-read it as often as I chose - and to know it was meant only
for me."
His smile deepened, a twinkle came stole itself into his eyes.
"And I was proud to know that you feel you can trust me enough
to let go while you're with me. That you would cry on my
shoulder, if you needed someone to comfort you. That you
enjoyed all the crazy things you said I made you do, but let me
tell you - it wasn't always my idea to behave silly and
undignified. If you remember, Qui-Gon, you were the one who
insisted we wear the locals' costumes that time we were on
Alandira - and though I must say you looked absolutely lavishly
in those red leggings, if the council had seen you...."
"Oh, I remember it, love. But you must admit that the really
bad ideas usually come from you."
"Sure. As you say, Master. Have I ever told you that I'm crazy
about your smile? Qui-Gon! You're not blushing, are you?"
"It seems that this particular compliment was one that I hadn't
expected."
"You're all I could ever want, Qui-Gon. You know that I was
reluctant to begin a relationship with you at first?"
"You were? I had no idea, I hope I didn't..."
"No, it wasn't any persuasion on your part. It was more like
that I was afraid of losing you - I mean I loved you, I was
willing to give myself up to you utterly and completely."
"And yet - if you hadn't given me time, Qui-Gon, I believe we
wouldn't be together now. You let me decide. Told me what you
felt and you didn't act upon it. You waited for me. Did you
know that that was exactly what I wanted?"
"No, love. But I'm glad I didn't hurry you. Not having you by
my side would have made a great difference in my life - and not
for the better I might add."
Obi-Wan smiled. "I love you."
"And I you. Come here, love."
The young man chuckled as he dived into the offered embrace,
his lips seeking those of his lover. This was exactly what he
had been dreaming about the last weeks.
"Happy they are. Feel it I can." A soft chuckle made his way to
the surface as the ancient Jedi Master stood at the huge window
of the library, looking at the late afternoon sun casting
shadows across the Coruscant skyline and talked to no one in
particular. "Wish they had more time, I do."
The End (this time for good) ;-)
You liked the story? Then check out the other 2 stories in this
series - "I Love the Way You Love Me" and "Sunsets"
Inspired by this lovely song:
Weus'd a Herz hast wia Bergwerk
Weu du stolz bist, wenn du wanst, weilst di trotzdem zuwilahnst, wuell i di
Weu ma warm wird, wenn du lachst, und an herbst zum summa mochst, wuell i di
Weu a bissl glueck fuer di no lang net reicht, weus'd bei mir bleibst, wenn der beste freund si
Schleicht, weus'd a herz hast, wia bergwerk, weus'd a wahnsinn bist fuea mi, steh i auf di.
Weu i mit dir old wern kann, weu ma ewig kinda san, brauch i di
Weus'd des brennen in mir fuehlst, und mi nie besitzen wuehlst, brauch i di
Weus'd den grund warumst bei mir bist nimma wast, weus'd an mir afach an narren gfressen
Hast, weu i nur bei dir daham bin, weus'd a wahnsinn bist fuea mi, steh i auf di
Weu a bissl glueck fuer di no lang net reicht, weus'd bei mir bleibst, wenn der beste freund si
Schleicht, weus'd a herz hast, wia bergwerk, weus'd a wahnsinn bist fuea mi, steh i auf di
Weus'd a herz hast, wia bergwerk, weus'd a wahnsinn bist fuea mi, steh i auf di
Cause Your Heart's as Profound as a Mine
I want you, cause you're proud when you cry, cause you lean on me all the same
I want you, cause I feel warm when you laugh and make summer out of autumn
I'm in love with you, cause a little happiness isn't nearly enough for you, cause you stay with
Me when the best friend leaves, cause your heart's as profound as a mine, cause you're so
special to me.
I need you, cause I can grow old with you, cause we'll always be kids
I need you, cause you sense the burning inside of me and never seek to own me
I'm in love with you, cause you can't remember the reason why you're with me, cause you're
Simply mad about me, cause I'm only home when I'm with you, cause you're so special to Me.
I'm in love with you, cause a little happiness isn't nearly enough for you, cause you stay with
Me when the best friend leaves, cause your heart's as profound as a mine, cause you're so
special to me. I'm in love with you cause your heart's as profound as a mine, cause you're so
special to me.
The song "Weus'd a Herz hast wia Bergwerk" ("Cause Your Heart's
as Profound as a Mine") can be found on the album "Lieder mit
Gefuehl" by the Austrian singer Rainhard Fendrich (copyright
1994 BMG Ariola Media GmbH), I'm personally responsible (;-D)
for the transcript and translation. - No copyright infringement
is intended.
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