Master Apprentice  Archive Song Series 3: Star-Crossed Voyager |
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Rating: PG
Category: POV, angst, Q/O
Disclaimer: I don't own the Jedi, George gets the money.
Archive: master_apprentice, WWOMB, SWAL; anywhere else, just ask, I won't say no.
Series: The 'inspired by a song' series--the same universe, but can be read in any order. Timeline is (Color Them Wonderful), What Keeps Me Down, Star-Crossed Voyager, What Do You Say?, Can't Be Really Gone, In The Still of the Night, Leave It All Behind.
Warnings: Follows canon...
Spoilers: Yeah.
Summary: Obi-Wan takes a last look.
Feedback: Is what makes life worth living.
Notes: Title taken from the song: "Can You Feel The Love Tonight."
Utterly drained.
He could not have moved, not even to save his life.
But he had to move. Sometime.
In the blink of an eye, his life had changed forever. He would never fight beside his master again, never hear the tender stern voice, never kiss--
Enough. Madness lay this way.
Then let madness come.
The still cold body. So beautiful. Even in the silence of death, a work of art.
The face, the face he had caressed so many times, running fingers across it as though to memorize every part. The strong high forehead, the oh-so-expressive eyebrows, the once-broken nose (a story and lesson lay behind it), the steady blue eyes, compassion and kindness always highest in them, the lips he had kissed, the hair he had run his hands across, through, over, in.
The hands. They would never touch him with steel-hard softness again. Those hands that had so tenderly loved him so long ago for the first time would never set his body aflame with desire again.
And, oh, the voice. Never again would he hear his name called in all the tones that he knew the meanings of so well. The cry of desire fulfilled, the laughter, the stern rebuke, the irony, the unerring logic, would never resound through him again so fully that he would be forced to agree, hopelessly, desperately.
Tracing the profile of the face, he bent to kiss the silent lips, a gesture of thanks for all the words he had heard from him, the words of teaching, of warning, of rebuke, of encouragement, of peace, of love.
Moments passed like seconds and all too soon the rush of the universe caught up with him, as he slowly realized that life still went on, battles were being fought above him, and the fate of a planet lay in the balance.
Qui-Gon's lightsaber in his hand, he left the still-warm body on the floor and headed back to the sunlight, heart numb with grief.