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SithChicks
Pairing: O/Other, Q/Other, O/Q
Category: Alternate Universe
Rating: NC-17 for the series; this episode rated PG
Disclaimer: George, you want me, come get me. I'm probably a
better writer than you anyway (not that that's saying much luv,
sorry...).
Warning: Character death.
Summary: Follows canon. Qui is dead, and in building a new
lightsaber Obi accidentally finds a way to move to different
realities, where he discovers many strange and wondrous things
in his quest to be with his beloved Master again.
Notes: I'm paying homage to the great SF author, L. Sprague
DeCamp with this story. Back in the 30's-40's he wrote the
definitive AU novel called "The Wheels of If", which conceit
I'm borrowing here. Thanks (as always) to Beta Readers Par
Excellence Fox, HiperBunny and Emrin Alexander. Thank you,
ladies, my cup runneth over with your support.
For a while after making the transfer, Obi-Wan sat still on the
grass of a normal-looking Temple and simply meditated,
releasing the pain of the separation as best he could into the
Force. It was a rather long process, since he still felt angry
at the Force for insisting he leave a place he had come to
think of as home.
Intellectually, he was aware that the Force was using him for
the greater good, and he was also aware that he had grown
significantly during his travels. He was not the Knight he had
been when he left home, that was for certain... that Knight was
a depressed, weepy, saddened beast who had no thought but for
what he had lost. Now... well, aside from the fact that he was
still upset over having to leave the last reality...
"Loudly you are thinking," a familiar voice said from in front
of him. "Mystery, it is who you are, however. Know you I do
not."
Obi-Wan opened his eyes to smile into Yoda's. "You've saved me
the trouble of seeking you out, Master Yoda," he said easily,
smiling. "You may not know me, but I know you."
Settling himself down before the strange young Knight, Yoda
said, "Explain, then, you will."
Yoda remained quite still during Obi-Wan's explanation, the
only outward sign of his thoughts being his expressive ears and
eyes. For some reason, the name Qui-Gon Jinn caused his eyes to
narrow and his ears to droop, but Obi-Wan avoided asking why in
order to continue with his explanation. When he had wound down,
Yoda sat very still, looking at him closely, with both normal
and Force-enhanced sight. Obi-Wan could feel a probe dance
along his shields and opened them, partially, easily, allowing
the aged Master limited access.
"Interesting this is," Yoda finally said, his gimmer stick
drawing abstract symbols on the grass. "Obi-Wan Kenobi... know
that name I do not. But Qui-Gon Jinn I do. To my regret."
"Master?" Obi-Wan was surprised. "Wasn't he your Padawan in
this reality?"
"No, my Padawan he was not," Yoda said firmly. "My Padawan
perhaps he should have been. Perhaps... perhaps turned he would
not have then."
"Qui-Gon TURNED? To the dark side?" The incredulity in
Obi-Wan's voice actually startled Yoda.
"Yes, turned he did. To his former Padawan perhaps you should
talk. Come."
Obi-Wan followed Yoda into the Temple and walked slowly with
the aged Master, digesting this incredible bit of information.
In none of the realities he had been to had Qui-Gon turned. It
was something he could barely get his mind around.
Eventually, they arrived at the creche, the place for the
tiniest of Jedi, where Force sensitive babies and toddlers
lived before growing into animal and plant-terrorizing
Initiates. In the nursery, stretched out on the floor with the
smallest babies crawling all over him joyously, was Xanatos.
The man was obviously a Knight. His rich, thick dark hair was
shot with a bit of silver and held back in a ponytail at his
nape by a leather clasp. Though Obi-Wan knew he was still
young, mid-thirties at the oldest, he looked older; his face
was lined and even through the joy he obviously felt around the
babies, he appeared to be care-worn.
Yoda and Obi-Wan stood and watched for a while, chuckling.
Eventually, Xanatos noticed them and struggled to sit up,
dragging a few babies with him. "Pah, Fosha, you stink! Let's
get you changed, little one." Tucking the squirming, laughing
baby under one arm, he managed to climb to his feet and
motioned for Yoda and his companion to come to him. They walked
to the back of the room where Xanatos placed his small charge
on a changing table. "Hello, Master Yoda!" he greeted the small
being finally. "What brings you to the hell-hole?"
Yoda chuckled and climbed onto a nearby chair. "Knight Xanatos,
Knight Kenobi this is."
Grinning at him while efficiently exchanging a stinky diaper
for a clean one, Xanatos said, "You'll excuse me for not
shaking your hand."
"Oh, that's perfectly all right," Obi-Wan laughed.
"An interesting story to tell, has Knight Kenobi," Yoda told
the dark-haired Knight. "Comes he does with information about
your former Master."
Not acknowledging Yoda's words, Xanatos finished up with the
little boy and tucked him back into his clothes. "There you go,
Fosha. Back to the group with you." Setting the toddler down,
he watched fondly as the boy made his precarious way back to
the mat and the other babies, now watched over by another
Knight.
"Shall we go to the garden then?" Xanatos asked briskly,
washing his hands in the sink.
"Nice day it is," agreed Yoda blandly. "Good it would be, to
sit in sun."
The creche's garden was a sunny, quiet, enclosed place, with
overly large toys scattered about and soft grass perfect for
rolling on. The three Jedi chose a spot near a large,
sheltering tree, and Yoda perched comfortably on a protruding
root to talk to Xanatos. The dark-haired knight listened
carefully - his eyes closed and head resting back against the
tree's bole - as Yoda and Obi-Wan talked of Obi-Wan's
situation. Finally he sat forward and examined the young Knight
curiously.
Answering for Obi-Wan, Yoda said, "By 'if' are all realities
separated. Determined is what happens tomorrow by every little
thing that happens today. Happened have things in his world
that have not in our world. Travels, he does, from worlds to
worlds, where different 'if' happened."
Cocking his head, Xanatos said, "Then things are different in
your world. Your reality."
"Yes," Obi-Wan confirmed. "For example, in my world... my
Master was Qui-Gon Jinn."
Time froze for a moment as Xanatos studied his hands and
swallowed visibly. "Unlucky you, then," he finally murmured.
"No, you don't understand," Obi-Wan said earnestly, leaning
forward to touch the older man's knee. "He never turned. He was
a good man, one that... well, that I loved. But he died,
fighting the Sith."
"The Sith." Xanatos' mouth tipped into a wry grin.
"Yes. I can't... I just can't imagine him turning. I've been to
a lot of realities with him in it... this is the first one
that, well..." It was Obi-Wan's turn to turn away and examine
his hands. "In my reality... it was, it was you."
Xanatos didn't seem at all perturbed about this admission - in
fact, he seemed to take it in stride. Looking carefully between
the two contemplative Knights, Yoda cleared his throat.
"Council session have I. Leave you two now I will." Standing,
he looked deeply into Obi-Wan's face, appearing to seek
something. Satisfied, he turned and stumped away.
They sat in silence for a few moments, listening to the buzz of
insects and the distant voices of children. When Xanatos
finally spoke, his tone was fond. "Dear Yoda," he said, "always
meddling. He's worried about me, you see." Dark eyes met
gray-green ones. "He doesn't know how right he is to be
worried," he finished sadly.
"Would you care to talk about it? With someone who is
absolutely impartial, I mean," Obi-Wan amended. After a few
more moments of silence, Xanatos shrugged.
"Why not? Might actually help... it sounds like you knew Master
as well as I." They both settled themselves more comfortably as
Xanatos began to talk, haltingly. "I was nineteen and - of
course - I knew everything. Master and I fought at times; I was
a prideful little shit, absolutely positive I was ready for my
trials, to take on the Universe single handedly.
"We had gone on assignment to Mresk. I-I don't really know what
happened... only that we were waylaid for some reason, and
separated. I have nightmares about it, and the healers tell me
it's repressed memories, but they can't seem to purge them and
I can't recall them. I only know that when I woke up, I was
back here on Coruscant, bandages around my head and Yoda
sitting vigil at my bedside. I-I asked for my Master, and Yoda
said he was missing, presumed dead.
"I knew that wasn't possible. I could still feel him.. the
training bond, you know." Obi-Wan nodded. "I told Yoda that and
he looked troubled, but wouldn't say more. I found out later
how long I had been unaware... not unconscious, as it turned
out, but unaware of my surroundings. Sixteen months. More than
one standard year. And in that time, apparently, I raved
frequently, screamed and acted as if I were being tortured. The
mind healers were sent for, and all they could say was I was
reacting to some external event, possibly caused by my bond."
Obi-Wan's breath caught. "Qui-Gon. He-he was tortured? Taken
and abused?"
Nodding miserably, Xanatos said, "I think so. I'm not sure.
About a year after I came around, I was Knighted, and a few
months later, sent on my first mission, luckily shepherded by
an experienced Master. That was the only thing that saved me.
When they came for me, he was able to save me. Ever since, any
time I leave the Temple, I'm waylaid. And sometimes, at
night..." He turned away, leaning his head back against the
tree and closing his eyes.
"I was very much in love with Master. Oh, it was a puppy love,
I'm sure, we fought more often than not, and it isn't unusual
for a Padawan to love his Master at my age. And if you did know
Qui-Gon, you know what a gorgeous man he is. So when the dreams
started, I thought it was just unrequited longing, unresolved
trauma. But then they became... explicit. And I started to hear
his voice." Dark eyes reluctantly opened and met Obi-Wan's
again. "He's still alive, you see. We've found that out, over
the years... he's still alive and he's dark. He's killed Jedi.
And for some reason, he wants me."
Numb, Obi-Wan blinked for a few moments, then removed his robe
and deliberately spread it out on the grass before lying down
on it. Arms crossed behind his head, he stared up through the
leaves the tree that sheltered him into the busy Coruscant sky,
trying to absorb what he had been told. From where he sat near
the young Knight, Xanatos was also silent, and through the
Force Obi-Wan could feel a tiny trickle of the anguish that
must be eating at him slip through adamant shields.
"Knight Kenobi," Xanatos finally said, softly.
"Obi-Wan, please."
"Obi-Wan, then. I'm Xan. Why... why are you here?"
Not moving from his prone position, Obi-Wan shrugged. "The
Force tells me where to go, when to go, how to go... I'm a frog
that jumps when it says hop. I think it's using me to correct
some things... In many of the realities I've been to, there
have been things that are wrong, somehow. Things to correct.
Not all of them, mind you, but in some. And I'm looking I
guess... looking for a home. With Qui-Gon. My Qui-Gon."
Glancing at the dark-haired, handsome Knight sitting against
the tree, Obi-Wan smiled. "You know, in one of the realities
I've been to, you and he were lifemates." At the sudden wince,
he realized that was the wrong thing to say. "I'm sorry. That
was insensitive. But it's true... I think it's possible he
loved you here."
"Then WHY won't he LEAVE me ALONE?" The rich, sensuous voice
nearly crackled with anger and hatred. A small rock near his
foot levitated and suddenly shattered, shocking both men.
Xanatos buried his head in his hands. "I'm sorry..."
"It's all right," Obi-Wan insisted, shaking his head. "It was
wrong of me to say that. Perhaps... perhaps I'm here to help
you, then. If you'll let me."
Suddenly sagging, Xanatos closed his eyes again. "How could you
do that? I mean, half the order has been hunting him, after
what he did to Mace Windu... No one can catch him."
"What.." Obi-Wan swallowed. "What did he do to Master Windu?"
"Killed him," Xanatos said flatly. The way that he said it left
Obi-Wan with the impression that it wasn't an easy death. "He
was Master's best friend. He thought... once we found out that
Master was behind some of the things that were happening, he
thought he could get through to him. He...he was wrong."
They sat silently in the sun for a while longer, Obi-Wan
feeling unaccountable cold. Sighing, he finally sat up,
stretched a bit and faced Xanatos. "Well then. It seems to me
our first course of action is to get our hands on Qui-Gon. Then
perhaps we can figure out what happened here."
Smiling sardonically, Xanatos said, "How do you intend on
accomplishing that?"
"Bait," Obi-Wan answered, looking at the older man seriously.
"When you want to catch a big fish, you need to use bait."
The rest of the day was spent in planning. Not willing to trust
or tell anyone else of their plans, Obi-Wan and Xanatos
sequestered themselves in Xanatos' apartment and talked far
into the night, sending out for dinner. The men got to know
each other fairly well as Obi-Wan talked of his adventures and
Xanatos reminisced about his life as a Padawan, and how it felt
to be basically a prisoner in the Temple.
Late that evening, all talked out, they knelt in meditation.
Obi-Wan cleared his mind and checked that he was on the proper
path; the Force sang to him of the rightness of his decision,
and he swam out of meditation at ease, only to face a sobbing
Xanatos.
The older man's face was contorted as tears ran down his cheeks
and into his tunics. He was still in a low level trance,
attempting to purge his negative emotions, and obviously not
having a very easy time of it. Gently, Obi-Wan pulled him into
an embrace, rocking him tenderly against his chest, delicately
feeling for his mind and the turmoil therein.
Xanatos' shields were a mess and it was easy for Obi-Wan to
sense the anguish and pain he felt at facing Qui-Gon again.
With the delicacy he had learned, Obi-Wan helped Xanatos to
reinforce his shielding and to purge some of the pain he still
carried at his Master's betrayal. Xanatos came out of his
trance calmer, his dark eyes still saddened but no longer quite
as pain-filled.
"Thank you," he said quietly.
"You're welcome," Obi-Wan answered simply. "It seemed the least
I could do, considering what I'm asking you to do."
Biting his lower lip, Xanatos nodded, then struggled to sit up,
with Obi-Wan's help. "We'd better get some sleep then," he
said, smiling sadly. "Are you sure the couch is comfortable
enough?"
"Oh, I'll be fine. I've slept on worse," Obi-Wan said, shooing
his host off to bed and rest.
Despite his words, Obi-Wan found it difficult to fall asleep
that night. He went over the plan they had hatched, seeking
flaws or problems, and realized it was flimsy at best. But they
did have an advantage in his being here; Qui-Gon would not know
him, but he knew Qui-Gon. He found it difficult to believe that
his Master would have changed that much, even a Qui-Gon who had
turned to the dark.
Sighing, Obi-Wan shifted on his narrow bed. Qui-Gon turning to
the dark. Effectively becoming a Sith. How...
Obi-Wan sat up suddenly. A Sith. Of course... Standing, he
moved to Xanatos' dataset to call Yoda.
Early afternoon the next day, a robed and hooded Xanatos
slipped quietly from the Temple, walking quickly to the
slideway that led to the shopping district. He moved
purposefully, but slowly, as if reluctant to get where he was
going.
Changing slideways twice and dropping three levels, he ended up
in the seamier side of the shopping district, on the edge of
the club district. Foot traffic was less here, since it was
still early; in shadowy alleyways he could still see people
sleeping off the night before.
Descending another level, he ended up before a nondescript
rooming house. Hesitating only momentarily, he went inside,
spoke briefly to the Malastairian behind the desk, then took
the rickety lift up two flights. The hallway he walked down was
shadowy and dim and reeked of alcohol, piss, sweat and sex.
Stopping before one door much like the others, he stood
uneasily, obviously torn between entering and fleeing. A rich,
warm voice from behind the door inviting him in galvanized him,
then finally drew him in like a moth to flame.
The room was squalid and filthy. Being underground it had no
need for a window, and so merely had four walls, a bed, a small
holovid, a table and a chair. Seated at the chair was a dark
figure deep in the shadow caused by the single bare bulb
glowing over the bed.
"Xani. Padawan. Come in, please. It's so good to finally see
you again."
The deep, glorious voice made Xanatos shiver and walk forward
automatically. "M-Master," he stammered.
"Yes... that's right. I am your Master. But I would be more, my
Xani..." The figure stood and walked towards him, resolving in
the large form of Qui-Gon Jinn, and Xanatos gasped to see him
clearly, finally, after so long.
His hair was completely silver and hung in a braided horsetail
down his back. The beard was nearly gone, but a goatee around
his full lips remained; it, too, was mostly white. In contrast,
Qui-Gon's clothes were completely black, a black, formfitting
tunic and leggings and a short cape. But his eyes were the
worst: matte black, the rich blue known by his Padawans nearly
swallowed in darkness.
"You-you've changed, Master," Xanatos finally got out, blinking
to keep back tears.
"Growth, my Xani," the seductive voice purred. "No growth can
happen without change. I taught you that years ago." He did not
come closer, sensing his prey was about to bolt. "I'm glad to
see you followed my directions and came alone. Tell me, what
made you finally decide to come to me, love?"
The endearment hit Xanatos like a boot to his belly and his
eyes closed in reaction. Realizing the other man was waiting
for a response, he finally rasped out, "I-I got tired of
hiding. Of running. From you. I want it to end, Master.
Please."
Xanatos opened his eyes as he said the last word and so caught
the slight shudder that tore through the large frame. Hope
suddenly surged through him, viciously tamped down, // Maybe
Obi-Wan is right, // he thought briefly, then put it out of his
mind.
"It could have ended long before this, my Xani," Qui-Gon said,
taking one small step forward. "All you had to do was come to
me. I-I've been so lonely, my Xani." Another step. "You are my
Padawan. Don't you still feel the bond singing to you?" Another
step and he was close enough to touch, which he did, gently
caressing the younger man's cheek.
"Y-yes. I do," Xanatos answered softly. "Can't we sever that,
please? It... hurts, Master."
"Sever it? I think not," Qui-Gon replied. "I would strengthen
it. I would have you as my Padawan again, beautiful Xani."
"To the dark?" Xanatos asked, incredulous. "I won't. I can't. I
will not..."
"Ah, but you will, my Xani."
"Stop calling me that! I'm not 'your' anything anymore!"
Xanatos finally yelled, his fragile control snapping. "I just
want you to get out of my head!"
One huge hand came up to take Xanatos' chin in a bruising grip.
"You are what I say you are," Qui-Gon ground out, glaring into
the dark eyes. "And I will be in your head forever, my Xani,
forever. You are MINE."
Chin quivering with the effort of holding his rage and fear in
check, Xanatos hissed, "Not any more. You gave me up when you
turned. I will not be a Padawan to the dark. I am a Jedi Knight
now. Like my Master before me."
Enraged black eyes met resolute brown ones as Qui-Gon's hand
held Xanatos' chin in a crushing grip. After a heartbeat,
though, Qui-Gon abruptly turned his hand into a caress,
soothing away the pain he had caused. "Ah, I should have
known," he murmured. "My Xani. So strong, so stubborn."
This Qui-Gon was harder to resist than the nasty one, Xanatos
thought. "My... my Master taught me well," he rasped out,
refusing to lift his hand to his chin or to lean into the
caress that was slipping down his cheek to his neck. "I follow
his teachings."
"Then you will continue, won't you, Xani-love?' The hand
slipped around to the back of his neck and roughly pulled him
in for a kiss, a hungry taking. Qui-Gon shoved his tongue into
his former Padawan's mouth and plundered it brutally, ignoring
the whimpers of protest.
As quickly as it started, it was over, and Qui-Gon pulled away
from a breathless Xanatos. "Ah. I've wanted to do that for
years now. You taste as good as I expected." To the dazed
expression on the other man's face, he chuckled. "What, you
think I was made from stone? You think I didn't desire the
gorgeous young man I shared my life with? I wanted you, my
Xani. And now, well, now, I will have you."
Wrenching himself away from the hand still caressing the back
of his neck and taking two steps back, Xanatos said, "No."
Eyes narrowing, Qui-Gon repeated him softly. "No?"
"No. I won't be yours, Q-Qui-G-Gon," he stuttered in his
nervousness, using his ex-Master's given name for the first
time in years. "I won't belong to someone who has turned to the
dark."
"What do you know of it!" Qui-Gon roared, making Xanatos flinch
involuntarily. From below them, a resident knocked on the
ceiling, protesting the noise. They ignored it. "I WILL have
you, my Xani. Oh, make no mistake about it. I will. It would go
easier on you..." Qui-Gon swallowed convulsively then shook
himself like a dog shedding water. "It would be easier if you
simply gave in to me," he continued in a more conversational
tone of voice. "But either way, I will have you."
"I'm leaving now, Qui-Gon," Xanatos said softly. "I'll find a
way to sever our bond myself."
Turning on his heel, Xanatos made for the door. A soft chuckle
made him pause. "Oh, you think so? I don't. Go ahead, my Xani,
open the door. You'll find a surprise waiting for you."
Less sure of himself now, Xanatos gave one panicked look over
his shoulder before opening the door and striding out. Qui-Gon
heard a scuffle and a muffled cursing and thumping from just
outside the partially closed door, and his face contorted,
briefly, into a mask of pain. Once again shaking himself, he
sauntered to the door. "As you see, my Xani, I'm going to have
you. One way or...!"
His voice was cut off in surprise as a strong hand grabbed his
arm and whirled him around. Standing before him was a grim
Xanatos holding a Force collar, and before Qui-Gon could even
breathe, it was around his neck, cutting him off from the
Force. He gasped and twisted, to see a beautiful young man
dressed in black bringing the butt of a lightsaber down on his
head. Then he knew no more.
"...Xan. It's all right. Calm down."
"I CAN'T calm down, Obi-Wan! I felt him! He's in so much
pain... We don't know what happened to him and I can't..."
"He's awake, Xan."
Obi-Wan and Xanatos turned towards their trussed and completely
disheveled prisoner. Qui-Gon was stripped to the waist and
barefoot, tied securely to a metal chair which was bolted to
the floor. The Force collar was still about his neck and his
bonds were made of the same Force dampening metal. His eyes
were opened and furious. "Release me," he grated.
"No, Qui-Gon, I'm afraid that is not an option," Obi-Wan said
sadly. "You tried to kidnap a Jedi Knight... oh, I know all
about your mercenaries, I took them out myself... and you've
turned. We need to know why and how, and then, maybe..."
"Who the fuck are you?" Qui-Gon snarled, staring at the
tawny-haired young man.
Grinning slightly, Obi-Wan said, "It would take too long to
explain and you probably wouldn't believe it anyway. Why were
you trying to turn Xanatos, Qui-Gon? Your Master would not have
been pleased, I'm sure."
"What do you know about it?" Qui-Gon said, unobtrusively
testing his bonds. They were maddeningly secure.
"More, perhaps, than you do." Obi-Wan studied him carefully for
a moment. Xanatos hung back, his face composed but his eyes
distraught. "What happened, Qui-Gon? How did he break you?"
When the older man looked up sharply, Obi-Wan said, "Oh, we
know a bit of it, Xan felt it through your bond. He CAN'T hear
you here, Qui-Gon, this room is Force blind. As far as he's
concerned, you're dead."
With a slightly hysterical chuckle, Qui-Gon said, "Little
Knight, you have no idea what you're dealing with here. The
dark side is so much more powerful than your measly Jedi brain
can comprehend..." he ended in a choked sob, and Xanatos
squeezed his nails into his palm so hard he drew blood.
Obi-Wan knelt at Qui-Gon's side, looking deeply into the older
man's face. "He beat you pretty severely, we know that, we saw
the scars. Probably raped or had you raped as well." Qui-Gon
flinched slightly. "You held out for more than a year, I
understand... and I know you Qui-Gon, even though you don't
know me, I know your strength, your stubbornness. You would
have died before turning. What did he do to you that broke you
at last? What could he possibly have done to turn you?"
Not answering, Qui-Gon's eyes closed. His whole body was
trembling in reaction and pain, feeling, in a limited sense,
the waves of love and compassion directed at him from the two
men in the room. For some reason, that made the whole situation
worse; his mind conflicted, he did not know which way to turn.
Slowly, reluctantly, his eyes opened again and one tear broke
free to travel down a lined face, as he stared, defeated, at
his former Padawan across the room.
Xanatos gasped. "No..." he murmured, then shouted. "NO!"
Turning, he drove his fist into the wall and Obi-Wan winced to
hear the crack of a bone. Qui-Gon's eyes closed again and his
whole body sagged into his bonds.
In two long strides Xanatos was standing before his prisoner.
"Please, Master, please tell me that wasn't it. Not for me!
Please!" He knelt and wrapped his arms around Qui-Gon, resting
his head on the big man's lap as he cried. "Oh, gods, oh Force,
please..."
Qui-Gon didn't move except for his head, which was shaking back
and forth in a gentle, constant denial. Swallowing, Obi-Wan
stood then pulled Xanatos up as well, guiding the sobbing man
out of the room to the healers to have his hand looked at.
A short while later, he returned, with food and drink, but
without Xanatos. Qui-Gon was the same, his big, shaggy head
rocking in time to a dirge only he could hear. Obi-Wan pulled a
small stool up to him and introduced water through a straw, and
Qui-Gon swallowed convulsively, then took a longer draught.
Shadowed, haunted blue eyes met his in puzzlement.
"Where's my Padawan? Who are you?"
"Xanatos is in the infirmary, getting the bones in his hand
healed," Obi-Wan said softly. "My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, and
I'm here to help you."
"You can't help me. I'm beyond help." The deep, beautiful voice
was raw with pain and devoid of inflection.
Smiling, Obi-Wan said, "I've heard that one before. I didn't
listen then either." Carefully, he gave Qui-Gon some more
water, then fed him a nutrient bar.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Qui-Gon said
between bites. He carefully did not look into the too-wise
gray-green eyes, eyes that seemed to see right though him deep
into his soul.
"I know. But it doesn't change a thing. I am going to help
you."
Snorting, Qui-Gon said, "And how do you propose to do that,
young Knight?"
Obi-Wan set the remains of the impromptu meal aside and looked
up at Qui-Gon assessing him shrewdly. "If I gave you the chance
to destroy the man who did this to you, would you take it?"
With a sharp intake of breath, Qui-Gon froze. "You wouldn't be
able to do it. I don't even know who he really is."
"You didn't answer my question. Would you take the opportunity
to destroy the man who did this to you?"
They sat staring at each other for a long, long time in
silence. Finally, Qui-Gon spoke, and his voice carried the
first hint of hope it had had in many years.
"Yes."
It wasn't as easy as that, of course. Obi-Wan, Xanatos and Yoda
spent days with Qui-Gon, helping him to fight back the darkness
that had encroached upon his soul. There were tearful
confessions, hysterical ragings, screaming fits and episodes of
self-mutilation but in the end, the pure, honest soul within
fought its way clear for longer and longer periods. It wasn't
perfect, and Qui-Gon was only a shadow of the man he had been,
but Obi-Wan felt it might be enough, and he was afraid they
were running out of time.
One afternoon, Xanatos escorted Qui-Gon out into the garden to
enjoy the sunlight. They chose the sequestered garden, with its
high walls and carefully controlled plantings; it was noon and
the sun was high and warm. Qui-Gon stood still, lifted his face
and basked in the light, the ubiquitous Force collar winking at
his throat. "Feels good," he murmured.
Ever at his side, Xanatos smiled sadly at him. "Yes, it does,
doesn't it."
"Where's Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon asked as they began to stroll down
the path.
"He's.. here. Ahead. He has something to.. to show you."
Puzzled, Qui-Gon looked at his former Padawan. "It's all right,
Master. You'll see."
Around a bend in the path and just ahead stood the young
Knight, dressed in formal garb and Qui-Gon frowned.
Something...
Obi-Wan came up to him and to Qui-Gon's surprise, kissed him on
the cheek. "Do you recognize this, Qui-Gon?" he asked, holding
something out.
Taking it, Qui-Gon's eyes grew large. "My... my 'saber..?
This... he destroyed it. I SAW him. How...?"
"Do you remember the question I asked you when we started this,
days ago?" Mutely, Qui-Gon nodded, and Obi-Wan reached up,
fiddled with something and snapped off the Force dampening
collar. With a rush, the Force poured back into Qui-Gon, making
him stagger.
Suddenly, he felt the presence of the Force again... the two
young men standing before him, bright as stars; the plants, the
Force signatures of thousands of Jedi, including two
approaching just around the bend... two familiar signatures...
Yoda came into view, stumping along seriously in conversation
with a tall distinguished man in Senatorial robes. As they came
into view, the man looked up and suddenly saw Qui-Gon standing
before him. All the blood drained from his face.
Qui-Gon's face, by contrast, filled with blood and twisted into
a feral rage. "YOU!" he bellowed, unsteadily stalking towards
the man, who tried to back away.
"No, I don't think so, Senator Palpatine," Obi-Wan murmured,
placing a Force barrier behind him so that he could not move
away. Yoda stepped off to the side and sank to his knees,
entering a light trance and preparing to protect the Temple and
the two young Knights from whatever might happen here.
"Stay back... away from me," Palpatine was gasping, twisting in
his effort to break the Force barrier. "Get this madman away
from me! Yoda! What is the meaning of this?"
Qui-Gon had reached the Senator by then, and twisted up the
neckline to his ornate robe, using it to lift the man up. "You
BASTARD! I should gut you where you stand!"
In a lightning shift, Palpatine seemed to recoup and abruptly
shifted in Qui-Gon's hands, driving one of his own into the
maddened former Master's stomach. Dropping the Senator, Qui-Gon
gasped but did not move. "You forget yourself, my apprentice,"
Palpatine hissed in Qui-Gon's face. "You do not have the
strength to strike me down. It is these fools you should be
destroying, not me." He grabbed Qui-Gon's face in his hand.
"Remember who you serve, ex-Jedi. You are tainted, evil. You
are MINE."
Staggering, Qui-Gon's eyes closed and his body sagged.
Exchanging frantic glances with Obi-Wan, Xanatos cried, "NO!
Master, please... not for me, not again! Please! I would rather
die than have you do this again..."
"Listen how the sheep bleat, my lovely apprentice... listen to
their futile whimperings and exult. Listen, my apprentice, and
strike them down!"
"My Xani," Qui-Gon whispered, turning anguished eyes on the
dark-haired man standing a few feet away. "I-I love you..."
Abruptly he turned back to Palpatine. "And I HATE you!" he
cried, igniting his 'saber and swinging it down on the Senator.
To the onlookers' astonishment, Palpatine caught the blade in a
nimbus of blue light that leapt from his fingertips. Though he
held the 'saber frozen it was obviously costing him, as his
face twisted in torment and sweat poured off his head.
But it was costing Qui-Gon far more as the strange assault
continued. His whole body trembled with agony and he screamed
as the blue field spread about the two men. Both Xanatos and
Obi-Wan grimaced in empathy, trying and failing to break
through the strange energy barrier to aid the former Master.
Shaking and sweating, Qui-Gon finally crumpled, powering the
'saber off as he slipped to his knees in defeat. Palpatine
howled, insane laughter pouring from him as the blue energy
had, and the three Jedi pulled closer to each other, preparing
a last ditch defense.
"Yes!" he shrieked. "My apprentice, how well you show your
weakness! They sought to replace your darkness with light, but
you are mine now. All mine! All their wretched little
machinations did was to weaken you to them and make you
stronger for me!
"Now you will rise and we will slay these pathetic lifeforms
and take that which is ours." He looked at the three
increasingly resolute Jedi and laughed again. "You cannot hope
to withstand the Sith. Oh, I feel your pitiable guards ringing
this garden with their useless weapons, but it will not avail
you. Now is not the time I would have chosen to reveal
myself..." he shrugged, grinning, "but there it is. One must
take what fortune offers, mustn't one. Come, rise before me, my
apprentice."
Palpatine bent down over Qui-Gon, placing one hand on the big
man's trembling shoulder. Qui-Gon murmured something, and
Palpatine frowned, leaning closer. "What was that, my sweet
apprentice?"
"I asked for a kiss from my Master," Qui-Gon said, a little
louder, in a tone that radiated defeat and subservience.
Palpatine laughed again. Xanatos shuddered, and sobbed quietly.
"Of course, my love. Of course." Qui-Gon's head tipped back as
Palpatine leaned closer to him. Then, suddenly, Palpatine
yelped and jerked forward; slightly off balance, he grabbed at
Qui-Gon for support, which is when Qui-Gon brought up his
'saber and powered it on directly over the Senator's heart.
With a tremendous concussion of blue light, Senator Palpatine
screamed and exploded. Yoda, still in his trance, managed to
shield most of them and the garden itself behind a Force
containment field, but Qui-Gon was too close and caught the
brunt of the explosion, which hurled him several feet away.
Picking himself up from the ground where he had fallen, Obi-Wan
followed Xanatos to Qui-Gon, who lay in a heap, still clutching
his 'saber. He was badly burned and bloody - from his Force
signature, there were massive internal injuries as well.
Obi-Wan could tell he was dying.
"Master..." Xanatos murmured, cradling the blackened head in
his lap.
"...goosed him..." Qui-Gon murmured, chuckling slightly then
coughing.
"What? No, don't talk..."
"...remember... did it to you... goosed with the Force..."
Qui-Gon smiled up at his former apprentice, and it was a smile
of genuine happiness. "Dead. Killed him. Thank you, Obi-Wan."
One broken, gory hand came up to touch Xanatos' face lovingly.
"I love you," he whispered, then his eyes closed and he passed
into the Force, leaving a weeping Xanatos alone with Obi-Wan
and Yoda.
Obi-Wan stayed through the immolation, though he would have
rather skipped it. But he felt he owed it to Xanatos, and to
Yoda, who, unbeknownst to them, had also suffered from trying
to contain the tremendous Force explosion. The aged, irascible
Master was 'too mean to kill' though, in his own words, and was
back on his feet in time to say goodbye to the young Knight.
Pale but recovering, Xanatos walked with him to his preferred
sheltered spot in the statuary garden. They embraced briefly,
and Xanatos looked deeply into Obi-Wan's eyes for a few
moments, then departed without a word.
Obi-Wan sat and received Yoda's blessing again. "Sad he is,"
Yoda said, indicating Xanatos. "But recovering, he is too.
Young, he is. Whole life ahead of him, he has." The old Master
nodded, sighing. "Fine, he will be, in time. Trouble yourself
not. Much good have you done here."
"Thank you Master," Obi-Wan replied, toying with his 'saber. "I
just wish I could have saved Qui-Gon."
"Saved him you did," Yoda insisted. "Doubt that, do not. Now
go, and Force be with you."
Nodding and smiling sadly, Obi-Wan took a deep breath and
pressed the power switch.
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