At the Stroke of Midnight

NOOOOOOOOOO!! You can't stop there!

 

eichh, all these cliff hangers. . . gol~lly

 

Where's the other half?!?!?! I need the other half!!!!

 

*begins to run wildly around the room screaming*

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! You can't leave it there! PLEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZEEEEEEEEEEE POOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! DON"T MAKE ME BEG!

 

mouse I believe that that constitutes begging. . .

 

Yes, that IS begging.

But it works!!!!

Can't I tempt you with more visions of treacle/butter icing covered Obi-Wans? Ribbon and string optional?

Daphne, pleeeeeease! If you don't post I shall whine and whine until I turn into my sister!

And believe me, neither of us wants that!!!

(Sorry Calam. I know that works in reverse!)

 

Ummmm... sorry guys. I'm on my lunch break right now, and I was going to post, I swear I was, but I just got a call and I have to cut it short and go back to work. I *will* post tonight though, I promise.

 

Hey, a bit below the belt with that one sis!

One less pressie for you!

 

You mean you've actually bought me something? Is it...all tied up with string?

Yeah! Daphne's gonna post later!

 

Anymore. All right? Don't make me beg ANYMORE.

Where were you on that one brain, huh? I'm good to you and you let something like that slip by. I am soo disappointed in you. Now all these nice people think I'm an idiot, and it's all your fault!

Thank you all for pointing that out. My brain has been punished for it.

 

Don't feel too badly about it Mouse. I don't think I'm using the family braincell either at the moment.

 

No new post yet? Darn.

 

Rats! I thought that was a new post!

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEMMIAH!

Just for you, here is not only the second half of part 19, but part 20 as well.

At the stroke of midnight - part nineteen (2/2)

Disclaminer: Not mine, don't sue.

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The concussion grenade had lived up to its name. Qui-Gon Jinn slowly shook off the sensation of banthas stampeding through is cranium to hear an arguement in full swing.

"..... You irresponsible son of a...."

"Get out! You can't talk to him like that!"

"Cory, don't....."

"This isn't a matter for the Jedi."

"You're making it one."

"Girls."

"I really insist you calm down, just because he's awake doesn't mean that....."

"NO!"

Rubbing his Temples, Qui-Gon thought long and hard about quieting them all down, but just the sheer amount of energy that would take was dauting. *I must not have moved quickly enough.* Slowly drawing on the force until he sat upright in bed, Qui-Gon slowly swung his legs over the side. *It's not a bantha stampede, it's louder than that.*

Creeping forward until he leaned against the doorframe, Qui-Gon rubbed his temples in an attempt to silence the throbbing ache in his head. The site in front of him wasn't helping. The small room was packed. Meri stood across the way from his position, flanked by her master, and a very irate master healer. Obi-Wan sat up in the infirmary bed, looking drawn and pale, his face a ghastly color of white, Corrine didn't appear to be faring much better - the large bacta patch covering her shoulder and then some told that story.

Pushing aside feelings of guilt at neglecting to protect his apprentice yet again, the Jedi master allowed his eyes to drift to the focus of everyone's attention - the Chancellor. Currently ranting and raving about how his padawan had failed his duties as a Jedi, letting Jemmiah be kidnapped *again* and getting his daughter shot.

Qui-Gon decided, stampeding banthas or not, it was time to interrupt this warm and cozy moment before someone killed the Chancellor.





At the stroke of midnight - part twenty

Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.

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"Obi, do you really think we ought to do this?"

"I'm not leaving her out there."

"Ten thousand Jedi in the order and you think you have to be the one to save her?"

"The chancellor was right, I let her down."

"You were unconscious. I doubt you could be held responsible. You don't see your master running halfway across the galaxy on a wild goose chase."

Meri's retort was answered with silence. When the young man spoke again, he voice was tinged with sadness. "It's not a wild goose chase. It's a wild Correlian chase."

All Meri could do was nod.

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*It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's just a dream.*

"Sith! It's not a dream!"

The stifling air of the freighter's hold was so unlike anything she remembered dreaming, Jemmiah knew she was awake. Pain and cold, solitude and fear were all things she had thought she was prepared for, but somehow the stifling heat and the drone of the hyperdrive was more than enough torture - well, that and the memories, Obi-Wan, Corrine, Qui-Gon.... all gone, and it was her fault.

For once since that fight, for once since she had sworn never *ever* to get involved with him again, Jemmiah regretted it. *He could have done it if he loved me.* *Get real, he loved her, and she's dead. You're here.* *I'd rather be dead.*

Jemmiah raised her head at the turning of the door handle, half out of instinct, and half out of a desire to never let her guard down again. *Like it matters now?*

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"You're not well enough."

" I know."

"Your master will kill us both."

"I know."

"You haven't a clue where she is."

"I know."

Pause.

Anxious glance.

Stare.

"What? Stop that!"

"You love her."

"I know."

 

Obi you get your nice looking arse back in that bed and pull the covers up to your chin, There are plenty of troups in the NR that can go looking for Jemmiah. .. and Meri could do it Or Alex. . . You need your bueaty sleep

 

Once again, happy birthday Jemmy.... =)

 

This story is just too cool for words. *G*

 

This is what I call a birthday present! Thanks Daphne. Brilliant as ever!

 

Hey, I'm agreeing with the Jemster again!

WONDERFUL post! Awwww, of course he loves her! And Healer Leona, you're right about that last paragraph.

Now go get her Obi!

 

Another vote for that last paragraph.

Truly wonderful, Daphne!! MORE!!!

 

last paragarph, last line is a clasic

 

I agree. Something tells me Qui-Gon's going to be feeling a bit guilty very soon! But we don't mind that, do we?

Qui or Obi torture of the emotional variety is entirely satisfactory!

 

Obi to the rescue! woo-hoo!
POST!