Title: A disturbance in the Force. Author: GKilkenny Rating: PG Time Period: JA Apprentice-Before the Saga Characters: Obi-Wan,Qui-Gon and a few others. Genre: H/C Angst, Drama Disclaimer: Star Wars belongs to George Lucas and I am just writing for fun. Feedback: Would be great. This is for all those Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon fans if there are any left. *** Blaster fire pierced a hole in the air as the orange streak roared towards him yet he couldn’t move from its path. A blossom of pain filled his lungs and sent massive vibrations through his body. Instantly, a pungent smell invaded his nostrils; it was the awful odour of burnt flesh and for a split moment, he wondered what was burning. His first instinct was to lift his hands up to the offending agony that had ripped through his chest. Time seemingly drew to a standstill and he willed his hands to move quicker, as if they could stop the burning pain with just one touch. His second was to dip his head to see what had caused such a magnitude of pain to fill every fibre of his body, but a sensation of heaviness crept up his arms as they slowly made their way up to touch his chest. Nerves twitched and tingled, and confusion set in. He raised his eyes just in time to see someone tackle the shooter, and for a split second, he berated himself for allowing someone to sneak up on him without sensing it in the Force. Perhaps it was because his mind was full of self loathing and painful memories already, and his thoughts were so far away that he was unable to focus on the ‘here and now.’ Slowly he registered that there were voices yelling out. Were they shouting at him? Through the rush of pain slicing through his entire body, he struggled to focus on the voice. (Is he shouting at me?) The words baffled him and he tried to turn, but his legs were shaking and abruptly they turned to jelly and numbness crept up his limbs. He was staring at the shooter who was being tackled to the ground with two men struggling to disarm him and he tried to keep his eyes focused on the scene unfolding, but an expanse of blue filled his vision, such a beautiful blue he thought; so clear and crisp, it was the sky and the outline of a white dove glided into view. He didn’t recall that he’d looked up to the sky, yet that was all he could see as a sensation of falling backwards filled him. Unexpectedly, he felt arms stop his slow progression to the ground and then they were holding him up. Sadly his view of the beautiful white dove was blocked by the outline of a man, he tried to move his head so he could see the dove again, but the effort to move his head was beyond him. Did he know this man? For some reason he couldn’t remember, but he was sure once the pain stopped it would come back to him. The man towered over him and strangely, his head and shoulders seemed to be glowing. However, he realised the sun was silhouetting the man’s head and shoulders making it look like he glowed. His hair was white and hung around his face and his chin was covered in a white beard. At first, he smiled at the vision because he thought it was the Force coming to take him home. However, the man’s face was contorted in anguish and worry, and a funny notion occurred to him. If it was the Force coming to claim him, his face wouldn’t be filled with sadness, but with joy. There were other faces peering at him now, and a strange expression on the bearded man’s face made him think about the moment. A flash of light imprinted itself in his brain and suddenly he remembered what happened. It didn’t occur to him that they already knew what had transpired and he opened his mouth to tell them. (I’ve been shot.) He could hear a grating sound coming from his throat and he took in a breath, but pain erupted behind his tonsils and he suddenly felt like he was drowning. Liquid oozed up his throat, and into his mouth. He couldn’t breathe and he coughed, causing liquid to dribble down the side of his mouth. His instinct told him not to panic, but the lack of air being drawn in to his lungs overrode his impulse and fear did fill him. (I’m drowning, somebody help me!) His brain was registering that someone was talking to him, but what was the use of listening if he couldn’t talk back. Abruptly, he felt pressure on his chest and he looked down to see why. There was a hand resting over his heart and the man was telling him something, (layback - just relax,) but he wanted to see what was happening, but there was gentle pressure on his forehead as a hand pushed his head back. Nevertheless, before he complied he could see red liquid oozing through the man’s fingers. (What is that?) He could sense the Force around him and he sought it. There was a sensation of peace filling every portion of his brain and he relaxed. He could still distinguish that there were people gathering around him. However, the more he tried to recognise them the more his sight waned and soon all the shapes and colours blended into one big blob. Pressure around his mouth sent fear shooting into his heart and for an instant; he thought they were preventing him from breathing. It was a horrible feeling. Nevertheless, a flow of cool air replaced his apprehension with gratitude, as it pushed past his constricted throat and sent much needed air into his lungs. “Is he dead?” A concerned voice asked. “No, I’ve put pressure on the wound and it has slowed the bleeding, but we must hurry and get him to the medical centre.” Another voice answered. In the fog of his confusion, he strained to understand their words, (Who is dead?) He thought. Suddenly, he felt like he was moving and although he couldn’t see anything but blurry colours he could hear the crunch of boots stepping onto hard ground. It sounded like an army was marching right past him. His inquisitive nature would normally give him pause to look at the army, but his feelings of weakness prevented him from even caring. Up until this moment it hadn’t registered that something was terribly wrong with him. Now he could sense a different voice calling to him. This one he’d recognised from his meditations. It was the voice of the Force, it beckoned him to close his eyes and follow the flow. Strangely, he was aware that all his pain was fading away and he closed his eyes and listened to the voice. It was soothing and comforting and he knew without a doubt that he could trust that voice and he relaxed. Deep within him, he could sense that all would be well. His last conscious thought was of the Force caressing his aching body.