Title: Always There Author: Qui-Gina Jinn Characters: Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan Summary: Duel of the Fates is about to end. Disclaimer: I own nothing, am just playing around in the sandbox. Author?s note: This is my second ever attempt at writing. It was actually written some time ago, but I haven?t had the courage to actually post it. I?m dying, Padawan. I can hear you fight the Sith. Now I?m certain that?s what the Zabrak is. The lightsaber that pierced me is flashing red through my half-closed eyes. He is good ? too good, I fear. I can feel your pain, disbelief and the anger that fills you. Dearest Padawan, don?t let the anger consume you! Control it. I can feel the ferocity of you attacks and the immense hatred from the Sith. You are good, Padawan, but how long can you last? I?m proud of you, of all that you have accomplished. I love you, my apprentice, my friend, my son. Do you know that? I hear my lightsaber clattering to the floor as you drop down beside me. Oh, Padawan, I hear the desperation and disbelief in your voice as you try to deny what?s happening. There?s so much I want to say to you, so much left to share and yet what I hear myself talking about, trying to convince you about, is Anakin. I can hardly speak now. My breathing has become ragged and erratic. I want to say so much more to you, let you know what my heart feels, but my voice won?t obey me. The bright light of the Force is beckoning to me, it craves me now. I can no longer resist it. Fear not, my beloved apprentice ? we will meet again? ~~~~ Years later: Obi-Wan was sitting cross legged on the sandy floor in his small Tatooine cabin. Anakin had been right he realised ? it really did get everywhere. He quickly banished the thought. The memories of Anakin were too painful. Where had he failed? What was it he had said or failed to say? Could he have prevented his former Padawan?s fall to the dark side? He sighed deeply, closing his eyes against the pain of loss and despair soaring through him. ?Anakin, my brother, why?? he whispered. ?Why couldn?t I see? Why didn?t you tell me?? He took a deep breath, as he felt a pricking in the eyes. ?It?s ok to cry, little one.? Obi-Wan?s eyes flew open. He didn?t believe his ears, but they had not deceived him. There, right in front of him, stood the spectral form of Qui-Gon Jinn. He looked exactly as Obi-Wan remembered him, from the beard and long hair to the long brown robe and the eyes ? those eyes in which Obi-Wan could always find comfort, trust, love and peace. ?Master! You- - I ? how?? He was too surprised to form a sentence. Qui-Gon chuckled quietly, a small smile playing on his lips?