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Jedi_Tigris Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 6/24/05 2:50am Subject: RE: The Unchosen (Qui/Obi AU) updated 6/22
	Poor Obi! No wonder he can't rest. Those visions/dreams are so sad, what should have been vs. what is. I'm glad Qui was there to help, and hear that. Hopefully he'll be able to help more now. Very intense and strong emotions! Great job! -----signature----- "Who is more foolish? The fool, or the fool who follows him?" - Obi-Wan Kenobi, ANH padawan/adoptee of Myri_Antilles Battling DRL...otherwise known as college and work... Please add me to your pm list when I review. Thanks!
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River_Stone Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 6/25/05 3:33am Subject: RE: The Unchosen (Qui/Obi AU) updated 6/22
	YAY! HUGS! Emerging from my puddle-like state on the floor I have come to tell you that was just beautiful. I really wonder just how Qui-Gon is going to 'set things right' as it were (he's not a Jedi himself, and so would have extreme difficulty bridging his own lack of knowledge to train Obi-Wan to fulfil his potential?) And where does Xanatos fall in all of this? Should be very interesting indeed. Excellent. Hee hee, hugs -----signature----- "May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out." Galadriel, FOTR, LOTR trilogy Padawan to the wonderful dianethx
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maychorian Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 6/25/05 8:26pm Subject: RE: The Unchosen (Qui/Obi AU) updated 6/22
	Master mine Very explicit and vivid! Hehe. Nice way to put it. I assume you're referring to the imagery? Yeah, I work hard on that. It did occur to me that a twelve-year-old boy probably wouldn't be quite so articulate, but as he's been having these recurring dreams for quite some time, I thought he might have figured out a way to express them. Glad you liked. Princess_Aruzhmoli So this is why he worked so hard to be trained (loved the way you tied it all up too.) Ah, so glad you noticed! Yes, I like tying in random bits from the books. Makes me look so literary and professional. And I like casting our Obi in a better light than you generally see in the JA books. Obi_Kenobi_Devotee I like the emotion in this one... Thanks! Of course, this is no where NEAR the angst of some of other ficcies . . . Glad you liked! shanobi Qui-Gon's interaction with this boy he barely knows, is so sweet - exactly how I like my Qui-Gon Mmm, me too. Just yummy. Glad you liked the closer! I've had good luck with those in this story. Some times I don't. Bastet None of that's gonna happen now, though, right? ::spontaneously channels GIR:: I don't know. Seriously, I don't. I may later. Thanks for joining me on the journey! judsta36 Hope Obi gets lucid soon! New reader! ::does happy dance:: No worries, in the next post he'll be more like himself. dianethx Now there is no end, only Palpatine hiding in the dark and invincible. True. Dang it, now you've got me thinking about stuff that's WAY down the road. And I still need to write chapter 9. Thanks a lot. Hehe, I'm glad I made you read it twice. I do that all the time with your writing. Master_Noi Poor Obi-Wan - no wonder he's not eating or sleeping. See? I WAS leading up to something! It wasn't the typical fanfic: "Oh, look at the poor mistreated, malnourished child. Pity him and read more." Sorry, not you I was responding to there. But thanks for noticing that Obi-Wan's pitifulness was part of the plot. Seven I feel so badly for him, So Qui-Gon batter make it all good again. He will do his best. Thanks for reading! jodiwent Now I am jumping up and down in anticipation of the next part. Thanks. Though there won't be any more answers here. darshaassant give obi more of that, will you? You WANT Obi-Wan to suffer? Oh well. More coming right up. -The-Negotiator- The leaf and the rock bit was especially affecting. New reader! ::does happy dance:: Thanks! I thought those images were particularly effective, too. Just show exactly how those two differ. Gkilkenny I wonder why the force likes giving Obi so much angst without letting him have a moments peace Um, because we writers are cruel and nasty and never got enough love in our childhoods? If Obi-Wan were here, I'm sure he would thank you for your sympathy. Jedi_Tigris I'm glad Qui was there to help, and hear that. Hopefully he'll be able to help more now. Unfortunately, the poor man is still utterly confused. But he really wants to help, and that definitely counts. Thanks! River_Stone (he's not a Jedi himself, and so would have extreme difficulty bridging his own lack of knowledge to train Obi-Wan to fulfil his potential?) Well, that IS a problem And so is Xanatos. But I think I may actually have that part (somewhat) figured out. I think. Thanks for reading, all! Now things step down a notch or two. Hope it remains interesting. Next post ETA: Tuesday -----signature----- Kynstar's former Padawan The Unchosen: http://boards.theforce.net/Before_the_Saga/b10475/20049795/p1/ updated 2/16 When the darkness falls early, and the light hits the ground, there's a moment to be captured . . .
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maychorian Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 6/25/05 8:29pm Subject: RE: The Unchosen (Qui/Obi AU) updated 6/22
	Chapter 7: Memories and Revelations “Qui-Gon, dearheart. It’s time to wake up.” Qui-Gon struggled to open his eyes, wondering what had happened. Generally it was he who woke his wife with that sweetly uttered phrase, not the other way around. Had he passed a bad night for some reason? Suddenly he became aware of the warm body reclining against him, his awkward position jammed in a corner of the couch with one leg dangling off it and the other bent between himself and someone much smaller. At last his recalcitrant eyelids chose to open, and he looked down at a tangled mop of reddish-sandy hair leaning against his chest, slender arms held in the circle of his own, their hands still clasped. Memory finally decided to return, before he could panic. Qui-Gon looked up, blinking in the early sunlight that streamed in the bay window, cream and citrus yellow. “Julune?” She smiled wearily, kneeling beside the couch with her dark head bent near his. “I honestly did come out for my turn, but you were both sleeping so nicely that I didn’t want to disturb you.” Her long fingers passed over Obi-Wan’s forehead, brushing back hair now dry, though stiff with the remnants of sweat. “The fever has broken. He’ll get better now.” “Oh. Good.” Qui-Gon blinked down at the boy in his arms, who hadn’t stirred at all. “I should get out from under him before he wakes. I don’t think he’s used to being touched, though he obviously appreciates it—he’ll be embarrassed.” “Aw, c’mon.” Julune pouted, very prettily in his opinion. “I want to see his face when he realizes that you held him all night long, like a sweet little baby.” Qui-Gon blushed. “Darling . . . he’s a young man. He’ll be embarrassed.” She grinned at him suddenly, tilting her head to one side. “Why, my dearest hubby—I do believe that you’re embarrassed!” “Not at all, not at all,” he hastened to assure her. He shifted his shoulders a bit, but didn’t move otherwise, hoping to keep the boy from waking. “He needed it, and I don’t regret it at all. I’m only thinking of Obi-Wan’s feelings. He won’t want to be seen as a baby, no matter how sweet.” “Well, I think it’s precious.” That edge of stubbornness had seeped into Julune’s voice again. Indeed, they were far too much alike. “Obi-Wan won’t.” Julune opened her mouth to argue again, the familiar glint of battle in her dark eyes. Then abruptly her expression transformed to one of cheerful welcome, her gaze shifting away from Qui-Gon’s face and down. “Good morning, Obi-Wan! How are you feeling?” Qui-Gon felt the head on his chest tilting upward, and looked down to meet the boy’s gaze, blue and serene. For a moment they just looked at each other, and then Obi-Wan turned back to face Julune, settling his head more firmly against Qui-Gon’s shoulder. “I’m very tired and sore, and my head hurts.” The boy’s voice was raspy and faint, but completely calm. Julune smiled softly and touched his temple, running her fingers down the plane of his cheek. “Only to be expected. You had a rough night. Fever and lack of sleep will make you tired and stiff, and the headache . . . probably dehydration. I’ll get you something to drink.” Obi-Wan gulped, eyes widening. “Please, no more muja juice.” She chuckled gently. “Water, then.” Julune left, and Qui-Gon looked down again at their tangled hands, one pair small and pale and thin, the other broad and brown and blunt. He felt no need to move, though his body was knotted and uncomfortable, contorted to cushion a pain-wracked child. Obi-Wan, also, seemed content to remain as he was, his body still utterly limp and relaxed, but that could have been because he was too tired to care about his surroundings. Well, if Obi-Wan didn’t want to move, Qui-Gon would not object. Obi-Wan made a soft sound halfway between a yawn and a sigh. “What happened last night?” he asked sleepily. “I can’t really remember.” Qui-Gon frowned lightly. “What’s the last thing you remember?” “Mmm . . . I was . . . I was finishing up fertilization of Grain Field 4, just about to head in. It was almost evening, but I was very hot and dizzy . . . having trouble walking. I put away the spreader in the garage. That’s the last thing I remember clearly. The rest is images, feelings . . . impressions, really.” The boy had begun to tremble. Qui-Gon gently released the slender hands and slid his arms up to fold the too-thin body into a careful embrace. Julune had returned sometime during the short narration with a glass of water and more medicine, and had waited patiently for the boy to finish. Now she helped him drink it, letting him pause between sips but insisting that he down it all. Exhausted by that small effort, Obi-Wan turned his head back to rest in the cleft between Qui-Gon’s shoulder and neck, his temple leaning on the bearded jaw. Qui-Gon pressed him a little closer, touched by the gesture of childlike trust. “Obi-Wan? What are these impressions you remember?” The boy was silent for so long that Qui-Gon thought he would not answer at all. He could feel the tension flowing back into the slight frame, and was sorry he’d asked. But he needed to know, if only to be able to protect the youngster. Both adults said nothing, giving their young charge as much time as he needed. “I remember . . . fear. I was trapped. Someone was talking to me, holding my face in his hand to make me listen, but I can’t remember the words. The world was burning. I . . . I fell? I rolled on the ground, in the dirt and rocks. I dreamed, the same dreams as always, but worse because I was so tired and hot. Then . . . you came.” He leaned his head more heavily against Qui-Gon’s. “The dreams went away for a while. They came back, but you were always there, helping me.” He looked curiously at the woman who still sat by the couch, quietly listening. “Is . . . is your name . . . Julune?” She smiled. “That’s right. I’m pleased to meet you, Obi-Wan Kenobi.” “Pleased,” he echoed, and yawned, jaw cracking. “Sorry. Still tired.” “I know. You’ll need a lot of sleep in the next few days. Just relax and let us take care of you.” “You’re ver’ kind,” Obi-Wan slurred, eyelids drooping. “Can’t thank you ‘nough.” “Don’t bother,” Qui-Gon murmured. “If you just get well and happy, that’s all the thanks we need.” “All righ’ . . .” Qui-Gon turned his head very carefully to look at the young profile, sweetly peaceful now in healing slumber. “I guess he wasn’t embarrassed after all.” “I think he was too tired to care,” Julune said. “Next time he wakes he’ll be a little stronger, and more aware of his surroundings. And he’ll probably want to use the refresher.” She wrinkled her nose. This was one reason she’d given up nursing, Qui-Gon remembered. “Well, I’d like to use it now,” Qui-Gon said. “Will you help me get out from under him? I wouldn’t mind so much, as he’s obviously quite comfortable, but I can’t feel my leg . . . .” She laughed, very softly. “Have I told you recently that I love your smushy big heart? I’ll help you. Gently now.” They eased the boy down on the couch and covered him warmly, each pausing to run a hand through the stiffly dried mop of reddish hair. Then they departed, the one to clean up, the other to work. X Qui-Gon was not used to having a youngster in the house, in his responsibility. It made him a little nervous. Sure, he had taken care of stray and injured creatures for a day or two, but this was . . . different. Very different. The next time Obi-Wan woke he was more like himself, which meant that the painful confusion and gratitude was back, along with a mixture of embarrassment. Apparently he remembered now how Qui-Gon had calmed him the night before, though he did not mention it. Julune was also right in another way—he wanted to use the refresher. Obi-Wan let Qui-Gon hold his arm on the short walk down the hall, but that was all the help he would accept, though his legs were trembling beneath him and the man was always ready to catch him as soon as he fell, certain that it would happen any moment now. Qui-Gon wanted to wait by the door until he came out, listening for any sounds of distress within the little room. But he made himself go and strip the sweaty linens from the couch and start a load of laundry, then searched out one of his smaller tunics for the boy to wear, always keeping his senses alert for any noise from his young guest. Qui-Gon met the child when he finally exited the ‘fresher, much exhausted by the task but looking more himself, face clean and clear despite the ugly bruises and dark curves under his eyes, reddish hair again bright and sticking up in spikes. He shyly accepted the tunic Qui-Gon held out for him, but had trouble lifting it over his head, his arms shaking, his face tightening in frustration. Finally Qui-Gon simply reached over and helped him into it, without saying a word or giving Obi-Wan the chance to refuse his help. The tunic fit the boy more like a gown than a tunic, seeming to accent the fact that the boy properly belonged in a med center. Too bad Bandor didn’t have any worth the name. Obi-Wan kept his head down, unable to look Qui-Gon in the eye. “Thank you,” he whispered. “There’s no shame in it,” Qui-Gon said gently. “I’m happy to be of assistance.” “I know. I can never thank you enough. I don’t understand why you’re being so kind to me, but it truly does mean more than I can say. I’ve been . . .” The boy fell silent. Qui-Gon waited patiently, though he had an idea of what his temporary ward wanted to say. “Alone,” Obi-Wan finished quietly. His gaze flashed up for a brief, lovely moment to look the man squarely in the eye with all the courage and inner strength Qui-Gon had known all along was there. “For such a very long time, I’ve been alone. And now, I feel—feel in you, in your wife, in this place . . .” He gestured from side to side with slender fingers, trying to find the words. “I feel . . . home. I know this is not really my home, but thank you. Thank you for letting me feel safe. Safe and . . . and . . .” His voice dropped to a frail whisper. “And welcomed—wanted. I don’t understand it, but I’m very grateful.” Qui-Gon yearned to grab the youngster in a firm embrace, to assure him that this truly was his home and he would always be wanted here. But he didn’t want to scare him off, and he had no right to say such things. Instead he engulfed the thin shoulder in his wide palm, squeezing warmly. “You’re welcome.” He hesitated, looking away for a moment, then gave the boy a gentle tug. “Come to the kitchen and have some breakfast. There’s something I need to tell you.” “Breakfast” was a bowl of bland-looking porridge that Julune had said was best for the recovering boy. Qui-Gon grimaced just looking at it, and Obi-Wan gulped to quell his nausea at the sight of so much food, shooting his caretaker a pleading look. “Please, Qui-Gon, I can’t . . .” “You can,” Qui-Gon said, carefully pressing the boy into a chair. “There’s sweetener and milk right there. Add as much as you like. You need food to regain your strength. You don’t want another fever, do you?” Obi-Wan shook his head. He slowly picked up the spoon and poked it at the porridge, then lifted a spoonful and watched it drip off in thick white clumps. His hand shook slightly, but Qui-Gon knew that he would never want to be helped with this simplest of tasks, so he said nothing. Obi-Wan lowered the utensil back into the bowl and just looked at Qui-Gon, who now sat across from him with his hands folded on the table. “What . . . what did you want to tell me?” Qui-Gon was not to be distracted. He picked up the syrup pitcher and poured a generous dollop into Obi-Wan’s bowl. “Stir. You eat, and I’ll talk.” He didn’t specifically say that this was conditional, but Obi-Wan took the hint. The boy exhaled slowly and stirred. He lifted the spoon to his mouth to taste the stuff, revealing a flicker of pink tongue, then picked up the syrup pitcher and added more. He tasted again, then added yet more, and looked expectantly across the table. Qui-Gon had watched this process with amusement, but now nodded and began, making sure that Obi-Wan ate while he talked. “Yesterday you said that you felt somebody touch you, and you followed the feeling back and found me. I didn’t understand what had happened then, but I think I do now. Have you ever heard of two people being connected through the Force?” Obi-Wan nodded. He ate more willingly now, though slowly, his elbow on the table and his head propped on the heel of his hand. “Masters and Padawans often have bonds. Sometimes others, too. I’ve never had anything like that. So you know about the Force, then?” Suddenly he looked up, spoon-hand drooping, blue-green eyes wide and incredulous. “You . . . you’re Force-sensitive, aren’t you? That little stream of light in my mind—it’s you.” He sat back in the chair. The spoon clattered to the table. “It’s you. Qui-Gon Jinn. The Force bound us together. It’s you.” Suddenly, the man had no words. His tongue felt stiff and dry in his mouth, the syllables clogging at the back of his throat. Until this very moment, he had not considered the implications of this staggering fact. They dizzied him. Obi-Wan’s voice faltered. “Isn’t it? It—it is, isn’t it?” Qui-Gon could only nod. For a long time they just stared at each other, neither able to speak. -----signature----- Kynstar's former Padawan The Unchosen: http://boards.theforce.net/Before_the_Saga/b10475/20049795/p1/ updated 2/16 When the darkness falls early, and the light hits the ground, there's a moment to be captured . . .
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judsta36 Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 6/25/05 9:06pm Subject: RE: The Unchosen (Qui/Obi AU) updated 6/25 - Date Edited: 6/25/05 9:08pm (1 edits total) Edited By: judsta36
	Yea! First to post! maychorian, thanks for being so welcoming! Drum roll... Obi-Wan knows! The plot can only thicken... -----signature----- I luv Obi-Wan's lightsabre twirls Occupation: Jedi Religion: The Force Keep Truckin'!
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LuvEwan Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 6/25/05 9:27pm Subject: RE: The Unchosen (Qui/Obi AU) updated 6/25
	melts to puddle on floor sloshes over to the keyboard Awwwwwwwww! That was unbelievably sweet and touching, may. I'd say this post was this story's Chapter 18, if you know what I mean. This part was just, just...awwww.... Obi-Wan kept his head down, unable to look Qui-Gon in the eye. “Thank you,” he whispered. “There’s no shame in it,” Qui-Gon said gently. “I’m happy to be of assistance.” “I know. I can never thank you enough. I don’t understand why you’re being so kind to me, but it truly does mean more than I can say. I’ve been . . .” The boy fell silent. Qui-Gon waited patiently, though he had an idea of what his temporary ward wanted to say. “Alone,” Obi-Wan finished quietly. His gaze flashed up for a brief, lovely moment to look the man squarely in the eye with all the courage and inner strength Qui-Gon had known all along was there. “For such a very long time, I’ve been alone. And now, I feel—feel in you, in your wife, in this place . . .” He gestured from side to side with slender fingers, trying to find the words. “I feel . . . home. I know this is not really my home, but thank you. Thank you for letting me feel safe. Safe and . . . and . . .” His voice dropped to a frail whisper. “And welcomed—wanted. I don’t understand it, but I’m very grateful.” So Obi-Wan like. So Qui-Gon like. Sigh... You're a remarkable writer. -----signature----- What Light Breaks-AU Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon Anakin angst (collaboration with Spiritweaver) http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29979222/p1/?0 You want an Obi-Wan epic? We've got it right here.
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masterobiwankenobi Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 6/25/05 9:37pm Subject: RE: The Unchosen (Qui/Obi AU) updated 6/25
	i've been reading this for a while, without replying. i had to delurk to tell you that i really like this though. you have such great descriptions. i wish i could write that well. i'll be impatiently waiting to read more. Peggy -----signature----- A Padawan No More http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=20791419 "Fine writer's should split hairs together, and sit side by side, like friendly apes, to pick the fleas from each other's fur." Logan Pearsall Smith
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Seven Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 6/25/05 9:47pm Subject: RE: The Unchosen (Qui/Obi AU) updated 6/25
	Wonderful! ... And now I will risk sounding like a broken record and ask that you post more soon. Thank you, Seven -----signature----- Mythology: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=23852079&brd=10475 Not So Cool: http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=22005893 The devoted little padawan of Master ithesock/Princess_Arulmozhi
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Jedi_Tigris Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 6/26/05 12:36am Subject: RE: The Unchosen (Qui/Obi AU) updated 6/25
	Awww, I loved it! Qui and Obi and Julune together. Qbi and Qui know they have a bond with each other! Wonder what they'll think and do about it. Wonderful post! -----signature----- "Who is more foolish? The fool, or the fool who follows him?" - Obi-Wan Kenobi, ANH padawan/adoptee of Myri_Antilles Battling DRL...otherwise known as college and work... Please add me to your pm list when I review. Thanks!
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darshaassant Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 6/26/05 4:05am Subject: RE: The Unchosen (Qui/Obi AU) updated 6/25
	We all love qui and his smushy big heart! And yeah, patients tend to stink after a while. I've been one many times, so I know. :P MORE! -----signature----- An infrequent poster
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Kynstar Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 6/26/05 12:58pm Subject: RE: The Unchosen (Qui/Obi AU) updated 6/25
	Speaking of a broken record... Well done once more Padawan of mine! Loved those two together! They're so sweet! And now they know! They have a bond! And yes I was refering to the imagery Your writing skills are awesome! -----signature----- Paddy sis to t_s & SarkaVrae/Master to hyperspace_police Member of Rebel Legion and Jedi Assembly (Kynstar Lans) Only thru fear, hatred, and pain will the true power of the Force be revealed. See stories/viggies in bio
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River_Stone Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 6/26/05 1:37pm Subject: RE: The Unchosen (Qui/Obi AU) updated 6/25
	So mushy... I LOVE this. “It’s you. Qui-Gon Jinn. The Force bound us together. It’s you.” It's so sweet and so very well written. I can't wait to see where you take us. Thank you for giving us this xxx -----signature----- "May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out." Galadriel, FOTR, LOTR trilogy Padawan to the wonderful dianethx
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NomiJinn Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 6/26/05 2:06pm Subject: RE: The Unchosen (Qui/Obi AU) updated 6/25
	I absolutely love this story Only problem is after every chapter im dying for the next one
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kenobiwanobi Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 6/26/05 3:25pm Subject: RE: The Unchosen (Qui/Obi AU) updated 6/25 - Date Edited: 6/26/05 3:33pm (1 edits total) Edited By: kenobiwanobi
	So, I am really new to this website but I love it-it's perfect, as are the stories! And this is no exception.You are an amazing writer and I can't wait to hear more from you.So thanks for being what makes me enjoy this site so much. -----signature----- Better to die on your feet than live on your knees-Dolores Ibarruri Moulin Rouge Freak- The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return check out my story ( link=my profile) Proud Padawan of stormqueen874
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meg_an2006 Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 6/26/05 4:01pm Subject: RE: The Unchosen (Qui/Obi AU) updated 6/25
	Ooooo I like how this story is going, and I feel bad for Obi-Wan, always something going wrong for the boy. And Qui-Gon and his wife are just so very loving in this, it makes you feel all fuzzy and warm inside lol. Hope to read more soon!
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