by Adelaide Morgan (Adelaide@morganne.freeserve.co.uk)
Category: Angst, H/C, AU, Drama, S/M, Q/O, hints of O/Other..
and God knows what else!
Status: New, Incomplete. a WIP in other words.
Archive: You mean you actually want this?? Woah, scary.. But,
yeah, if you want it you can have it. The fic that is.
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: Loved it? Loathed it? Couldn't give a damn? Tell me
anyway. Adelaide@morganne.freeserve.co.uk
Spoilers: I don't think so... not really.
Oh! Except Star Wars now ceases to exist as we know!
Disclaimer: The Star Wars world and all its inhabitants are the
property of George Lucas.
Warning: This is NOT a happy fic, not in the slightest. Story
contains VIOLENCE, RAPE, and DEATH. If this bothers you, do not
read on. Consider yourself warned. Detailed warning at the end
of the message, following spoiler space for those
interested.
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Wendy, Rushlight, Lisa,
Paula, and Sharon for the beta-reading
Ultra-Huge Thanks to: Sharon for helping me nurture the plot,
being instrumental in getting it from head to keyboard and
whapping me over the head and telling me to stop being stupid
when it was going off the rails or when I was threatening a
happy ending
As per usual - I owe you one Shaz!
Summary: A disastrous chain-reaction of events ensues when
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan are kidnapped on a mission
FURTHER
WARNINGS
FOLLOW
IF
YOU
DON'T
WANT
THEM
AVERT
YOUR
EYES
NOW
COS
OTHERWISE
YOU'LL
HAVE
THE
STORY
RUINED
FOR
YOU
OKAY?
WARNINGS IN-DEPTH:This is NOT a happy fic, not in the
slightest. Story contains VIOLENCE, RAPE, and DEATH. To be more
precise: Canonical character death (one of the boyz), abuse,
rape, forced rape, murder, suicide, non-con bondage, beatings,
abduction, etc. etc. etc.
"Routine. A routine mission. Perfectly normal. Just go in, get
the girl and return her to her home planet, two weeks at the
most. Routine. Nothing could possibly go wrong. Well that's
most definitely the last time I listen to him." Jedi Master
Qui-Gon Jinn punctuated each word by slamming his already
bruised and bleeding fist against the cold stone wall of the
dungeon he was trapped in.
He turned from the wall and started pacing the length of the
dark, damp room. "Routine!" he snorted again. "I'm gonna take
routine and shove it up his...."
Unbidden, one of Yoda's sayings came to Qui-Gon's mind: "If
routine you count on, disappointed your hopes will be." The
saying also brought back memories of he and Obi-Wa...
Obi-Wan!
The thought of his apprentice immediately shocked Qui-Gon out
of his state of near-claustrophobia.
Tentatively, remembering the failure of his last attempt,
Qui-Gon reached out to his padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi through their
training bond. //Obi-Wan?//. He listened for a nerve-racking
couple of seconds before...
//...//. It was a wordless and confused reply, but relief
filled Qui-Gon's body and he let out the breath he didn't know
he'd been holding.
//Obi-Wan, can you hear me?//
//M..m.. master?// Again the reply was faint and confused, but
Qui-Gon could feel his own relief echoed from his padawan. He
felt Obi-Wan send a tendril of the Force toward him, testing
the strength of their bond. Along with the probe rushed intense
feelings of pain, frustration, shame, and running through all
of those, an overwhelming sense of fear. Before Qui-Gon could
reassure his padawan, their bond was blocked, shutting them off
from each other once again. The force of the block sent the
Jedi Master reeling to his knees, clutching his head in pain.
He pulled his cloak tightly around him as he rocked slowly back
and forth, whispering one word as a lone tear slid down his
cheek. "Obi-Wan."
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