Thus Undone

by Life's Scar (lifes_scar7@hotmail.com)

Rating: R... so far.
Summary: Obi-Wan has been kidnapped by Div'Ling, an evil man who will stop at nothing to get back at Qui-Gon. An over used idea, but every one has their own twist.
Archive: Sure
Warnings: Violence, non-con; not uh very descriptive but there.
A/N: This is my first Star Wars fic, So any mistakes I am truly sorry. I am open to any kind of advice for this story.
Anything else I'm missing.. Oh yeah
Disclaimer: All recognizable persons belong to who created them, we all know who that is so why even say this. All unrecognizable persons probably belong to me... any thing else I've missed if so, everyone know it also knows that no money is being made off of this.

Ever so slowly, he slid his back down the cold stone wall. The roughness of it rubbing against his broken skin. His hot head against his hard knees. Every movement he made hurt him, he could not find a position in which he was comfortable, he could not move and release the pain from his back. He could not do as he was taught and accept the pain. No, there was too much. Just way too much. And he was too weak. He was not strong enough to do what he was taught to do his whole life, and so he did not deserve to be taught by a man such as his master.

He did not deserve to be here, and he did not deserve to be alive. No, he did not deserve to die and release himself from this hell. He deserved every bit of this punishment that was brought upon himself. The pain from his bleeding wrist, the wounds on his back that refused to heal... he deserved it all... because he was not good enough to protect his master.

He had made a mistake that he should not have made. It was a stupid thing for him to do. Such a stupid yet simple thing for him to do. He knew better, he was taught better. Why did he move the wrong way? Why had he been so stupid as to walk into the path of the attack? How dare he be so idiotic when his master's life was at risk?

And he was the one to blame for any pain his master was in.

His leg was stiff, trying to move it brought more pain to him. But no pain would match that which was in his heart at the look on his masters face as he fell to The unforgivable blade of his opponent.

He deserved this.

That one thought was the one thought that remained in his mind. He had failed his master, he had failed his order. He had failed the people he was sent to protect. He did not know how many of the innocent people that he had tried to help escape from Div'Ling had truly escaped but he knew some were recaptured. He knew from their screams that echoed the walls.

He was a failure, those people did not deserve this and his stupidity had caused them triple the pain then they had been receiving before he had freed them.

He did not deserve to be called human. He was nothing.

Nothing.

He had footsteps walking closer, but he ignored them lost in his own thoughts. He sickened himself. He was not worthy of his master's attention, or of his master's teaching. And if he thought this of himself his master must think it. It only made sense... it only made sense.

But, oh, how he wished it was not true, how he wished he could run into his masters arms. And receive the same love that he had for him... or even half of that. But it could not be. He was not worthy of it. If his master was still alive, and that was a big if, then his master would want nothing to do with him.

Because he had almost cost him his life. No he could not face his master, could not face the look of disappointment once more, it had killed him that one time. He would simply be destroyed if he was forced to see it again. And he did not deserve to be destroyed, no that was to good of an end for some one as treacherous as himself, he deserved to suffer a million times the most painful death's of death. And still it would not be enough to repay all the people that his mistake had made suffer... it would not even come close to repaying his master for all the pain he has caused him.

Would he be sold like everyone else on this ship? Was that his destiny now? Would he be forced to call someone else Master? No, he could not do that. He only had one master... even if his own master did not want him. He could not call anyone else master, he would not be able to.

He heard the lock unlock, but still he ignored it. He ignored the guards as they roughly pulled him up, ignoring the blood that touched their dark skin from his wrist. Everyone seemed to be ignoring everything, it seemed to Obi-Wan.

He closed himself off from the uninvited hands that searched his body. He knew what was to come tonight. He knew that they did not care that this time he did not fight. He knew that it did not bother them that he had finally given up on fighting them. Because he knew whether he fought or laid still against their assault the pain would still be just as strong and they would beat him whether he hurt them or not.

The force had staid away from him now. He could not even feel it around him like he had in the beginning. No, he was afraid, that it was also disgusted in him.

He felt their hands invade his body, taking pleasure as he whimpered in pain. This violation of his body was like all the other nights. How much more of this could he take, he wondered in a moment between painful thrust.

//Master!// he cried out, even though he knew his master could not hear him... and would not if he had heard him.

Qui-Gon opened his eyes to white light, instantly making him close his. But as he thought of his Padawan he was instantly pushing himself up, trying to find his Padawan in the small room. He was familiar with this place. It was the healers wing of the Temple. SO where was Obi-Wan? He had been seriously injured in the battle with Div'Ling.

He felt a Healer's hands on his shoulders, trying to push him down, but he ignored the her and asked, "Where is he?"

"Please, Master Jinn, please calm down and lay down."

"Where is my Padawan!" He demanded, "I wish to see him."

"Master Jinn... that is not possible." The healer said still trying to push him back down, "Now lay back down before you aggravate you injuries."

"What do you mean that that is not possible, I demand to see him this instant. I demand to know if he is alright."

"I am sorry..." The healer began.

"Is he in the Bacta Tanks? I know he is not dead, I still feel him..."

"Qui-Gon, listen to the healer." Master Mace Windu said walking in, having sensed that his old friend had awoken.

"Mace, tell me where my Padawan is!" Qui-Gon demanded, finally throwing the healers hands away from him, forcing himself to sit up.

"Qui-Gon... he was captured along with a few of the escapees..."

"How long have I been out?" Qui-Gon asked.

"A week." Mace said, "We are trying to find young Kenobi..."

"He is in pain! Why haven't you found him yet!" Qui-Gon yelled out raged.

"We are trying, you for one know how easy it is to hide in the galaxy."

"There is no excuse..." Qui-Gon began as he tried to get out of bed.

The healer shot Windu a look, telling him that Qui-Gon was not ready to even stand yet, "Lay down." Windu ordered, "We HAVE been trying."

"That is obviously not good enough, I will find him my self."

"No, you will stay in the room until Healer Tical is convinced you are ready to leave. Until then you are confined here."

"You can not ask me to stay locked in here while Obi-Wan is being held captive. It is impossible."

"Qui-Gon, you are no use to anyone, much less Obi-Wan if you can barely stand." Mace turned to walk away, "At least wait until you are strong enough to make it across the room with out falling before you try to escape."

With that said the door was locked behind Windu and Qui-Gon was forced to remember the fight between his Padawan and Div'Ling. He was forced to watch as his Padawan and that monster fought, it pained him to see his Padawan fight such a dangerous thing with out him by his side. He was held to the wall, forced to watch but not intervene. He was proud of Obi-Wan none the less, he fought strongly and bravely.

Until for some reason he made a simple mistake and stepped to the left instead of right. Anyone could have done that. During the whole fight, he had tried to free himself but he was frozen as the vibro blade struck Obi-Wan's leg, causing him to fall, it unable to hold his weight any longer. He had tried to send the boy encouraging thoughts but it somehow seemed blcok.

Div'Ling was about to strike the death blow, the vibro-blade raised, aimed for Obi-Wan's neck. And finally he was free and was barely able to block it.. Unfortuantly he left himself open and his opponent took advantaged of the situration, slamming the dull end of the blade into his stomach, causing him to fly back and hit his head.

He had fought for consiance but he lost that battle as well... leaving his Padawan to Div'Ling, allowing harm the one he was to protect.

//I am coming... my Padawan// Qui-Gon sent, through their bond, not surprised that Obi-Wan didn't respond, // I am coming, do not give up.//

He hoped that Obi-Wan would at least 'feel' a little bit comforted, even if he was wearing a force collar. Maybe some how some of Qui-Gon's emotions would somehow touch his Padawan.

//I'm coming//

Div'Ling looked on from a distance as his guard ripped apart the despised Jedi Padawan from the inside out. He laughed as he heard the cries of pain escape him, after the third one was finished. He would soon beg for death from the guards or bring it upon himself. And then his revenge against Qui-Gon would almost be complete.

He watched as a few more guards pleasured themselves on the broken boy. Smiling in ecstasy as he heard the pained moans escape the almost unconscious boy now.

He could not wait until he had him to his self, until he was broken and would as he pleased with his young body.

Oh, the possibilities.

And all for his true lover.

TBC