Master Apprentice Archive Photographs & Memories: The Life and Times of Qui-Gon Jinn - 2000-05-06 Quick search:

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Rating: NC17

Paring: Q/Obi-Wan

Category: Romance; Emotional H/C;

Spoilers: None

Summary: A series of "photographs" and "memories" that relate to Qui-Gon. Each segment is a stand-alone piece, and they are in no certain order.

Disclaimer: These beautiful boys aren't mine, they belong to George. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Don't sue - I've got no money. I've spent it all on seeing TPM way too many times and buying SW toys and feeding my Liam obsession.

Feedback: Oh yes, please. Good, bad or indifferent.

Author's Notes: These were inspired by the wonderful series "Snapshots: Obi-Wan Kenobi, This Is Your Life" done by Pumpkin. It is with her permission that I attempt a similar series about Qui-Gon's life. Pumpkin, thank you so much for allowing me to play in your sandbox.

Thanks to the gang in the chat room Friday night for urging me to finish this, and staying up so late to read it. And special thanks to JTeo and Adm for their wonderful beta. I truly could not have done it without them. You guys are first rate in my book.

This had to be the worst mission they had ever been sent on, Qui-Gon thought as he trudged wearily through the small camp. Sent to help mediate a peace treaty, they had arrived nearly two weeks after civil war had erupted on the small planet, leaving them very little to do in the way of negotiations. Hoping for an opportunity to get the leaders of the two sides talking, Qui-Gon determined justice would be best served if he and Obi-Wan remained, offering what little they could by way of comfort and basic healing.

Days slowly turned into weeks as the Jedi spent every waking moment with the injured who quickly began pouring in to the makeshift med camp. Qui-Gon could no longer remember when he'd last bathed or had a meal that consisted of anything more than a protein bar and some very weak, lukewarm tea. He no longer noticed the pungent odor of blood and death that, much like a heavy veil, covered the camp. His entire existence seemed to have narrowed down to nothing more than the horribly injured bodies that constantly surrounded him, begging for help or, even worse, begging for death. If it were not for the love and concern he felt coming from his Padawan through the bond they shared, Qui-Gon was quite sure he would have already gone mad.

Obi-Wan, not as adept at using the Force for healing as his Master was, had volunteered to look after the youngest victims at a smaller camp, which was set apart from the larger one. He had a natural ability to calm and comfort the hurting children, and they easily turned to him as a surrogate parent. One child in particular, a little girl not more than two or three standard years old, had quickly wormed her way into the young man's heart. She had been found in a collapsed building, still in her dead mother's arms, bleeding profusely from several deep cuts and suffering from a broken leg. Her injuries were quickly tended to, and then she was handed over to Obi-Wan's waiting arms.

Just as soon as she could master walking with the cast on her leg, Bayling became Obi-Wan's constant companion. As he moved from bed to bed, the little girl was beside him, babbling nonsensically at the other children and keeping up a constant chatter with "Owan," as she called him. She carried her meager possessions everywhere with her in a tattered carpetbag that was almost as big as she was. While Obi-Wan changed one child's dressing or helped feed another, the girl would climb atop the small cot and begin showing the patient her "treasures." These included, among other things, a wide assortment of pebbles of various shapes and colors, two small animal figurines, an odd-looking ball, several spent shells, a headless doll with distinctly humanoid features, and a handful of colorful hair ribbons.

A quick check through their bond told Qui-Gon he could once again find Obi-Wan with his young charges and the Master allowed the warmth and love coming from the young man to act as a beacon. No matter how bad his day had been, just the idea of spending some quiet time near his bright and loving Padawan gave him a sense of peace and as usual, he found himself drawn to his Apprentice as metal is drawn to a strong magnet.

He found his Padawan and Bayling a short distance from the mostly sleeping children, the young girl snuggled comfortably in Obi-Wan's lap. Sensing his Master's presence, Obi-Wan looked up and smiled softly as the older man approached.

"My love," Obi-Wan breathed as Qui-Gon bent down and brushed a tired kiss across the young man's lips.

"Ma lub," the little girl mimicked lifting her face for a kiss as well.

Qui-Gon complied, feeling as if mountains of worry and pain had been lifted from his exhausted shoulders. He settled down next to his Padawan and with a deep sigh, leaned his back against a tree.

Obi-Wan reached over and took Qui-Gon's hand in his own and for a long moment the trio sat in silence before the little girl began to wiggle.

"Owan pay me?" she asked in her broken Basic.

Smiling gently down at the child, Obi-Wan shook his head. "Not right now Bayling. Perhaps I'll play with you in a little while."

Turning her head to look at Qui-Gon, she tried again. "Ma lub pay me?"

"Qui-Gon is very tired, little one," Obi-Wan replied, unable to hide his smile at the child's misuse of his Master's name. "Can Bayling play by herself for a little while?"

"Me pay ball," she said opening the large carpetbag. It took her a moment to rummage through the contents before finding the ball, and then she held it up triumphantly. "Ma ball!" she chortled happily as she struggled off Obi-Wan's lap and began waddling towards the children's cots.

"Don't wake anyone," Obi-Wan cautioned before turning his head back to look at his beloved Master. "You should be asleep," the young man said softly.

Qui-Gon smiled and closed his eyes. "Being with you is far better for me than sleep right now, Obi-Wan. I shall rest later."

A whisper of the Force warned them that something was wrong and as if in a dream, both men looked over to where Bayling was playing with her ball. Standing in the middle of several cots, she was dropping the ball and giggling as it bounced once or twice before rolling a short distance away. She tottered over to the ball and picked it up, only to drop it again. Then suddenly Obi-Wan knew what the odd shaped ball was.

"Bayling!" he screamed as he jumped to his feet rushing towards the small girl. But it was too late. She tossed the ball and Obi-Wan felt the explosion even before he heard it. "Bayling!" he screamed again, struggling against the strong arms that held him back. And then there was nothing but blessed darkness as he slumped to the ground.

Qui-Gon slid to his knees, holding the young man close as he looked around at the devastation. Already he could see people from the other camp running towards them, though there was no reason for them to rush. Unaware of the tears streaming down his face, the Jedi Master gently lifted his unconscious Padawan and carried him through the trees back to their small campsite.

Obi-Wan woke a short time later, and for a moment was unsure of his surroundings. Suddenly it all came rushing back to him and he sat up, heedless of the arms trying to restrain him.

"Qui-Gon! Oh please, no. The children. Bayling."

"Shh, Padawan," Qui-Gon tried to comfort the young man in his arms. "It was a bomb, Obi-Wan. There was nothing you could have done, no way for you to have known."

Obi-Wan fisted his hands in his Master's robes. "How many?"

For a moment Qui-Gon was unable to answer, but Obi-Wan could see the horrible truth in his eyes.

"No!" he screamed as he shoved himself up and away from his Master and began pummeling the nearest tree. "No! No! No!"

Qui-Gon was on his feet in an instant, reaching out to stop Obi-Wan before he hurt himself. He turned the struggling young man away from the tree and wrapped his arms tightly around him, whispering soothing words in his ear. Through their bond, he could feel waves of pain and anguish rolling off his Padawan, and just for a moment, he felt something else, something dark. He had to physically restrain himself from slamming up his shields as the nauseating coldness swept through Obi-Wan.

"Obi-Wan," he gasped, as the sickly, oily fingers of blackness touched his mind. Taking a deep breath he tried to find his center, in order to help combat the darkness that threatened to engulf the nearly hysterical young man. "Don't give in, my love. Fight the darkness."

"I don't care!" he sobbed as he continued to struggle against Qui-Gon. "Don't you understand? It hurts too much! I don't want to serve the Force if this is what happens!"

"No, no Obi-Wan. You must listen to me. It was not the will of the Force for those children to die." Still the young man fought him, and Qui-Gon shivered to feel the darkness creeping closer. With a violent shove, Obi-Wan broke free and blindly tried to run away.

"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon commanded in a voice the Padawan could not ignore. It had the desired effect, he noted grimly, as the young man came to a stop, his slumped shoulders shaking with sobs. "Look at me, Obi-Wan," the Master said, not quite as sternly but still with force even as he reached out and placed a hand Obi-Wan's arm.

Obi-Wan slowly turned to face his Master, and Qui-Gon's heart broke again when he saw the grief in the younger man's eyes. "The Force had nothing to do with the sick mind that decided to make a bomb to look like a child's toy. Surely you must know this," he said quietly. "Release your pain, Obi-Wan. Just let it go."

"I don't know if I can," Obi-Wan stammered through his tears. "I don't know how to start."

"Find your center, feel the Force around you. Let the light of the Force become your focus. I'll help you if you wish it, my love."

"Yes, Master, please help me. Help me not to hurt so badly. Please," he cried as he desperately reached for Qui-Gon.

Qui-Gon lurched forward and grabbed the young man in a bone-crushing embrace. "I'm here, my love. I'm right here."

"Qui-Gon, help me, please," and then his cries were muffled as he frantically searched for Qui-Gon's mouth, his hands coming up to tangle in the Master's long, thick hair.

Qui-Gon's mouth was on his in an instant, their tears mixing as their tongues met and fought, trying in desperation to taste as much of the other one as possible. Mouths opened wider, teeth clashed and faces were abraded by the intensity of their kiss, but neither noticed, their only thought was to devour the other.

Of their own volition, hands began yanking robes down and tunics apart as their need to touch, skin to skin, became overwhelming. Whimpering with need, Obi-Wan tried to get even closer, actually trying to climb the older man in order to bring his aching erection in line with Qui-Gon's.

With a moan, Qui-Gon pulled them to the ground, and then Obi-Wan's frantic hands were scrabbling over his chest, pinching nipples almost to the point of pain, before moving downward to hurriedly fumble with his belt and sash. Moaning again, Qui-Gon rolled them over, so that the young man was under him, even as his own hands were frenziedly seeking Obi-Wan's belt. After a moment, they were both able to free the other's throbbing organs and groaned in unison as the hot, silky flesh came together.

Qui-Gon finally broke their desperate kiss only to begin nipping and licking his way down Obi-Wan's throat. The young man gasped as he felt the liquid heat of his Master's lips and tongue moving across his chest and then cried out when that wonderful mouth latched onto his nipple and a hot tongue began to lave it. He cried out again when Qui-Gon moved to the other nipple, his tongue swirling around it once and then again, before gently nipping it. Obi-Wan arched his back wanting more, needing more, and his Master complied, biting down hard, nearly drawing blood.

Groaning loudly, Obi-Wan reached down to grab Qui-Gon's hips in order to hold him close as he began thrusting against his Master's hard, flat stomach, their erections being pushed together with each thrust.

"Harder, harder!" he cried, his hips leaving the ground with each thrust. "Oh Master, I love you, I need you. Please, harder!"

Sweat was pouring off the older man as he tried to ride the frantic young body beneath him, tired to match him thrust for thrust while still nipping and licking every piece of flesh he could reach with his mouth. With a groan, he reached between them and grabbed both of their erections, squeezing them together fiercely and then roughly fisting up and down.

"Oh my love, my Master, I love you, my Qui-Gon, love you, need you, oh Force, yes, so good, so good," he was sobbing and not even aware of the words pouring from his soul.

Qui-Gon threw his head back, the cords on his neck standing out thickly, his hand moved faster, squeezing harder, spurred on by the words of need and love coming from the younger man. And then suddenly the body beneath his began to seize and shudder and the words turned to wails and then hot liquid was spurting on his chest as bright lights began to explode behind his tightly closed eyes and with a roar, he came, his orgasm more intense than anything he had ever experienced.

As the tremors faded, Qui-Gon slumped against his Padawan, unable even to release their softening penises from his fist. For a while he drifted, then slowly became aware of the soft body beneath him. Rolling gently to his side, he opened his eyes to look at Obi-Wan, and was overwhelmed by the love and devotion he saw shining there.

"You are my life," he whispered softly to the young man before pulling him close. Obi-Wan sighed as he snuggled against the larger body. "My life and my light."

"I love you Qui-Gon."

"With all of my heart and soul, my love," Qui-Gon responded as they drifted off to sleep.

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