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MysteriousRaven13
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6/29/04 11:06am
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RE: Blurred Visions -Obi/Qui/Ani/Ami AU~*~MAJOR Post 6.28
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beating him senseless would be too kind- throw him off the temple spires
Throwing him off the temple spires is too kind as well. How about someone just skewer the little pain and roast him over an open pit till he's done extra-crispy and than feed him to a Nexu.
I hope Anakin gets the daylights beaten out of him. 
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PadawanKitara
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6/29/04 5:33pm
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You're right Raven; much better idea 
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MysticalMagic
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6/29/04 10:28pm
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BOO!
Oh my GOD...I'm not DEAD!!!!
I bet you thought I was...If you remember me, lol. I actually used to read your story everyday. But, unfortunately I got...distracted. (It would seem for a long period)
Anyway...I was perusing ff.n, as you do...and I came across your name, and I recalled this story and said OH MY GOD...then I became enthralled, spent hours catching up, read this latest update, and killed Anakin...*Looks guilty and runs away*
*MM*
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Darth_Chickweed
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7/3/04 2:39pm
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*Keladry hoists this massive, fabulous fic back up to page one and runs off, singing a silly song with Larry*
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darth_keladry
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7/8/04 7:09am
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Give me a "U!"
U!
Give me a "P!"
P!
What does that spell?
UP!
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Darth_Chickweed
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7/11/04 9:56pm
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*Keladry dances in*
Ooooh no, Precious, we can't have "Blurred Visions" on any page but one, can we?
Wrong fantasy series there, but Up anyway!
*Keladry dances out*
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Sheila
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7/16/04 6:57pm
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Well you already know what I think of the little Sith in Jedi clothing LE. I cannot wait until he gets what's coming to him.
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LuvEwan
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7/19/04 3:24pm
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Shaindl
PK Viscious, aren't you?
bobilll I'm so glad you caught up!  Glad to know you're reading. 
Keladry Thanks so much for upping this so often, and with such an interesting variety of personas. Hopefully, Anakin will see the folly of his ways.
MR13 Ooh, just as violent as PK I see! 
MM I was so happy to see your username pop up! 
Sheila What? I had no idea you had some aversion toward Anakin. 
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The corridor was a darkened tunnel. Shadows were at Qui-Gon's back; his eyes were trained to the frail suggestion of light ahead. His mind was swarmed with morbid possibility, cold enough to freeze his body, yet simultaneously surging it with the adrenaline needed to outrun the demons at his heel.
He didn't want to believe his own theory. Gods, not when it was such a costly thing to take stock in. That he was dashing towards that apartment, in defense of Obi-Wan…Was he overreacting? Was he conjuring a dark pulse in Anakin that didn't exist?
In his mission to right his most terrible wrong, was he destroying both of his apprentices?
When the dust settled, would he be alone after all?
Qui-Gon took a breath, realizing, as his legs carried him through the silvery stretches of endless hallways, that his own fate in this mess was unimportant. He would take a fatal blow for Anakin or Obi-Wan, even if his death would ensure them but a day more.
He had harbored the image of his former apprentice not as a man, or even a loved one, but as a walking symbol of his errors. For too long, he sought out Obi-Wan in selfishness, hoping to heal his own wounds…never mind the scars marring Obi-Wan's soul, the glassy reflection of his dead eyes.
And when he reprimanded Anakin for intruding upon his personal quest, it was not to protect Obi-Wan from harm. It was to gate the boy from Dark, to save Qui-Gon from glimpsing another mistake in a student's young face.
Now, Qui-Gon knew, he never left the podium of his heart, never let himself find a new vantage point in which to view the Universe. Perhaps Anakin, intelligent, perceptive Anakin, knew that.
And maybe Obi-Wan did too.
They were chained to their Master's conscience, treading and re-treading grounds made soft by overlapping footprints, helpless to their shackled existence. For only he, Qui-Gon, could forge the key of release, so at last, they could all let it go.
CAN I let go?
The miles shrunk to inches, and he was standing at Obi-Wan's door, reaching with Force fingers to touch upon the signatures contained within the rooms.
One. He sighed, in partial relief. Anakin isn't here.
The door disappeared in a blink, and the Master saw the Knight sitting solitary, rigidly, among the bleak furniture.
"Was there something you wanted, Master Jinn?"
Qui-Gon knew the younger man had sensed his arrival, and tried very hard to be pleased by the progress, though the voice was strained by weariness. "I--" He wiped the clammy sweat from his forehead, "I wanted…I wanted to see how you were doing."
"Hm." Obi-One's lips compressed slightly to allow the sound. "I'm not so sure of that myself."
The tips of Qui-Gon's boots were at the threshold of the room, but he didn’t take the few steps inside. The light had been leached from the familiar face, so that he nearly melded with the shadow of the walls. The eyes were fastened to a faraway world reserved for the sightless, and the Master didn't attempt to understand just what Obi-Wan was glimpsing.
"Does Anakin speak often with the Senator?" The question rose in monotone from the taut surface of silence.
Qui-Gon swallowed. "The Senator?"
"Amidala." Obi-One elaborated softly. "Does he speak with her often?"
Qui-Gon ignored his confusion long enough to reply, "I don't believe so." His brow furrowed at the unchanging vacancy of the face, "Obi-Wan--"
"He spoke with her today. She sent her regards for my full recovery."
Qui-Gon's towering figure suddenly slumped, and pain was scrawled over the blue canvas of his eyes. "Anakin was here?"
"Yes. He left a few minutes ago."
"What did he--"
Obi-One exhaled heavily, bringing tinges of gray to his pallor in the process, and whatever motive he might have had at the beginning of their conversation deflated "I'm very tired, Master Jinn." His inflection remained quietly unaffected, "Would you mind helping me to my bed?"
Qui-Gon frowned at him, at the core of the musty shroud that had inexplicably fallen over the room. "What was Anakin doing here?"
Another weighted sigh was heard from the Knight. "Could you please help me to my bed?"
With frightened reluctance, Qui-Gon walked into the depths of the strange gloom, everything awash in a clouded palate. He stopped in front of Obi-One and looked down at the bland cast of the features. "Obi-Wan…"
Chilled fingers wrapped around his arms, and Obi-One pulled himself to his feet, as if crippled by the wear of decades of years, yet unlived.
Qui-Gon waited for him to move in the direction of his bed quarters, but he stood with the drunken patience of exhaustion-although the Master was certain the mind was not caught in the same kind of stupor as the body.
He rested a hand on Obi-One's elbow. "Tell me what's wrong."
And Obi-One's head turned away from the whisper. "Can you help me or not? I don’t… I don’t think I can find it on my own. Before, I had gained clarity about this place, I could steer through the rooms without grazing a table corner o-or slipping on a holopad." He shook his head, "But now, I just don't know."
"I could take you to the Healers'."
"No," He said, half-heartedly, "I'm alright.
"The fog will lift."
Qui-Gon nodded, although the other couldn’t see him, and started towards the room, Obi-One leaning against him.
The bedroom was engulfed in black. Obi-One didn't bother to change its state, not even for the convenience of his guest.
"Are you feeling sick, Obi-Wan? I could contact Bant, and you wouldn't have to leave--"
"I'll be fine." Obi-One interrupted, transferring the bulk of his weight from Qui-Gon to his sleep couch, laying on his side and closing his eyes.
Qui-Gon pulled a thick quilt over him; his touch stayed a moment longer. "Will you?"
Obi-One's profile was barely there, lost in the pall of unimpeded night. It was his voice that shone through, a tarnished, sober sound. "I can't talk anymore."
And then Qui-Gon could feel the weariness overtaking the huddled form; he still couldn’t resign it to a physical sense. The fight fled him. "Then sleep." His fingertips were faint against the smooth temple. "And maybe the fog will leave you."
The Knight's grinding cognizance slipped away then, to isolate Qui-Gon in the shadows.
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So it was Anakin's butt after all. He supposed he might take a modicum of comfort from that.
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Sheila
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7/19/04 7:29pm
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I don't like this at all, is Obi-Wan just exhausted from all the ups and downs and the new information or did Anakin do something to him? You know it is my nature to distrust him. 
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PadawanKitara
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7/19/04 8:13pm
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Is this just symptoms of his shock? Depression?
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bobilll
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7/20/04 5:39am
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Grr, looks like that brat Anakin's widdle plan actually had effect... Obi-wan's stronger than that, right? a few seconds is all he needs to see through Anakin's treachery...
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jeday
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7/21/04 2:41pm
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Heartbreaking! 
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darth_keladry
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7/22/04 10:18pm
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Nooooo!
*Keladry weeps for Obi-One*
At least Qui-Gon has figured out his motives for the mess he's in, maybe now he'll have a clearer idea of how he can heal himself, and help heal Obi-Wan.
As for Anakin, welllll...
*Keladry grabe Anakin by the scruff of the neck and drop-kicks the Sithlyevil twerp, @$$ over teakettle, into the street, where he gets run over by a speeder.*
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dianethx
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7/27/04 4:47am
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Just realized this had been updated twice. I, too, wanted to drop kick Anakin but in a way he did Obi-Wan a favor. Obi needed to know the truth - Qui should have told him and did not. Now they will both have to accept what has happened. Hopefully, Qui-Gon will see all that needs to be seen and not just accept his own blindness in this mess.
The worst hurt, of course, is Obi-Wan. I thought it very sad that he couldn't even find his own way to his sleepcouch. Just shows how much it has affected him.
Great job as always.
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LuvEwan
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7/28/04 1:59pm
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Sheila Actually, Anakin didn't 'do' anything. It was more what he said.
PK
bobilll Hm, I wonder. 
jeday I know!
keladry Whew, you certainly are the violent one!
diane I know, it's kinda hard to catch updates. I was reposting in the Saga section, but it takes such a long time, since each of my chapters are about 30 pages at a ten point font.  Glad you're still reading and thank you. 
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Anakin stood in the dusky living room of the apartment he shared with his Master, eyes darting and maddeningly listless. Qui-Gon was gone, but the boy had expected that. He could allow the man his mistake, this time around. It wouldn't be long before his obsession with righting Obi-Wan Kenobi's wrongs was brought to an end. The Chancellor had been perfectly correct. Qui-Gon was his Master, and Anakin was the Chosen One. There was no room left for fractured memory, and Obi-Wan was nothing beyond that, really.
He would sulk into the Order's shadows again. The Light would flourish where it belonged, around Anakin. And the things that Anakin had been compelled to do…they were all necessary steps to secure himself in that glow. So, in reality, he had very few sins to speak of.
He ran a hand through his hair and walked over to the communicator. He knew the number, a stridently concealed secret exclusive to him and maybe a handful of others. It connected him directly to Palpatine, without intersection from secretaries or desk clerks.
It buzzed once before the smooth voice answered. "Young Skywalker. It's always a pleasure to hear from you," There was a curious tingle to the next words, "Even at this late hour."
Anakin smiled. "I apologize, sir, but I wanted to thank you."
Luckily, for the Chancellor, his twisted grin could not be seen through the communicator wires. "For what?"
"For reminding me of what am I. And what other people--aren't."
"Oh." A thin chuckle that quickly evolved to thickness, "I think I understand to what you infer. Let me be the first to congratulate you, Anakin. You must have found the appropriate time and place, I wager?"
"I did. And I did him a great service, too."
Palpatine looked down at the swirling dark polish of his bitterwood desk, studying its reflections. If anyone else had been in the room, they would have wondered just what the Chancellor had found so captivating in the buffed surface. But the ruler of the Republic knew no one else could share his unique vision. In the Force, there was a bright pinpoint of pain, shoving through the murk of the Dark.
The Sith smiled again. He would make it his mission to be there, to offer condolences to its victim, the source of that beautiful, universe-altering agony.
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Qui-Gon didn't know what to do.
Obi-Wan was wrapped tight in his blankets, the lines drawn severely over his body. For a long while, he had carried the ruse of being a dead man, completely motionless, the functions of his chest hidden beneath the covers. It was only his presence in the Master's mind that assured Qui-Gon there was noting sinister taking place.
But no. Perhaps it had already been done, and this was the anticlimactic aftermath. He wasn't sure what Anakin had disclosed to Obi-Wan, if anything.
"Does Anakin speak often with the Senator?" The single sliver given to him, but Qui-Gon didn't think it had much to do with Obi-Wan's current state. What involvement could Padme Amidala have in…
Qui-Gon's eyes grew wide, and were carved of rotted, renewed dread. No…No…he couldn't have…
It was at that moment that a single beep sliced through the silence, and the Master shook the disorientation from his immediate mind, walking through the trance-blurred surroundings of his former Padawan's quarters. He pushed the numbers for the door to open.
Yoda was standing before him, leaning heavily on his gimer stick. Sadness clung to his every feature. "Know, I do, Master Qui-Gon."
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So it was Anakin's butt after all. He supposed he might take a modicum of comfort from that.
-Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith, by Matthew Stover
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