Best Forgotten ****NEW JA story by Cassia****

Hello all! Another new story by cassia! Once again I note that I am ONLY posting for her and I am NOT the author.




Title: Best Forgotten
By: Cassia
Email: cassia_a@hotmail.com
Category: Song-fic, Drama, Adventure, H/C, Angst... but mostly song-fic
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Don't think so.
Disclaimer: All recognizable Star Wars characters are the
exclusive property of George Lucas. All others belong to me.
I have no official permission to use these characters, and
if you think anyone would pay me to come up with this insanity, you're worse
off than I am.
The song "Broadway" whose lyrics I use belongs to the Goo Goo Dolls (like
where did they get their name anyway...? ) and I'm not getting paid for
using that either.
Feedback: Yes Please!
Time Frame: 7 years before TPM. Obi-Wan is 18.

Things bracketed by *'s are *italic*.

Summary: A horrible accident leaves Obi-Wan sure that he can never face his
Master again. He runs away, but danger and adventure seem almost as intent
upon hounding the young Jedi as Qui-Gon does...

Please forgive what is probably a very stupid and choppy little story.
It is the outcome of a sort of fic challenge that I gave myself. The idea
was to take a song and see if I could write a story to match all, or nearly
all of the lyrics. I didn't quite succeed, but I came close. Not all the
parts match in order though...
The ironic thing is I don't even really like "Broadway" that incredibly
much, I just got that one line "See the young man sittin' in the old man's
bar, waiting for his turn to die" stuck in my head and it wouldn't let me go
until I wrote this. Don't ask me what Sith-begotten planet that deranged
plot-bunny came from, but here is the result.
I know it's really choppy, poorly thought out, got more holes than my dad's
socks and probably should never have left my computer, or better yet, that
addled space between my ears that I sometimes kindly refer to as my brain...
but, it did, so I hope you can live through it! ;D


-Best Forgotten-


PART ONE:

----
Broadway is dark tonightA little bit weaker than you used to be
Broadway is dark tonight
See the young man sittin' in the old man's bar
Waitin' for his turn to die
----

*"Master Qui-Gon,"* Obi-Wan Kenobi sighed and erased the words.

*"Master Jinn..."* once more the apprentice stopped. Running his hand
through his short hair in frustration, he wiped the words from the flimsy a
second time.

The Padawan bit his lips and tackled the flimsy once more. Dilly-dallying
over the header wasn't going to make this any easier. Nothing in the entire
galaxy could ever make this any easier.

*"Master,"* he settled upon. Qui-Gon would know the letter was addressed to
him.

*"The five years I have spent with you have been the best of my life. You
have meant more to me than any father could have,"* Obi-Wan hesitated, but
there was no way he could say it better, so he plunged ahead.

*"I know I have failed you Master. I failed the Merothian High Minister,
failed the people of Meroth, failed code, failed the Jedi... It heaps up to
be a larger pile than I can keep track of, but of it all, my deepest regret
is that I failed the trust that you put in me."* The eighteen-year-old
blinked back tears and tried to swallow around the painful lump in his
throat.

*"I am so sorry Master! So sorry. I know that doesn't change anything, but
I am. Words cannot make up for what I have done... nothing can."* Obi-Wan
almost stopped writing as the guilt he was swimming in threatened to crush
him. Forcing himself to go ahead and get this over with, Obi-Wan hurriedly
scribbled the rest of the letter.

*"I realize that what I have done can never be forgiven, so I do not ask
that you forgive me, but please, if you can... try not to hate me.

By the time you receive this letter, you will know what has happened and
understand, I hope, why I do what I do now. I will not be a shame to you; I
will not let my mistakes fall upon you. I must le

 

Wow, I definitely need more! A Cassia JA story!!! Yay!

That letter was so sad! I sense some strong angst on the way, so bring it on!

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Oh man, what an awesome start!!! I didn't see anything choppy in that at all! But I do have one question: What happened?!?!?! Why does poor Obi-Wan blame himself for all the destruction? I'm sure all will be revealed in time, I just hope it doesn't take too long!
Please post more soon! I love this story already!

 

Wonderful! A new Cassia story. (Obi angst to help me forget my lab angst!) Please post more soon. --AWK

 

yay! so glad to see this here!

lab angst? What kind of lab, Alli-Wan? I've got a four hour one tomorrow. blech!

 

Cassia triumphs again!!!!

 

Hooray!! A new wonderful story by Cassia!

Please post more for us soon. And someone go give Obi a big hug!
Nevermind! I'll do it!

 

WOOHOO!!! Another story by Cassia!!!
It's GREAT so far!!!
Poor Obi.
MORE PLEASE!!!

 

UP! And more? Pleeeaaassee?

 

Great story. I like.

 

Here is the next part! enjoy!!!!!



-Best Forgotten-
By Cassia

PART TWO:

----
Broadway is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
Broadway is dark tonight
See the young man sittin' in the old man's bar
Waitin' for his turn to die

The cowboy kills the rock star
And Friday night's gone too far
The dim light hides the years
On all the faded girls

Forgotten but not gone
You drink it off your mind
You talk about the world
Like it's someplace that you've been

You see you'd love to run home, but you know you ain't got one
Cause you're livin' in a world that you're best forgotten, around here

Broadway is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
Broadway is dark tonight
See the young man sittin' in the old man's bar
Waitin' for his turn to die
----

Qui-Gon sighed. Three months he had been searching for Obi-Wan, but when a
Jedi wanted to hide... It seemed as if the galaxy had swallowed the
teenager. Still, Qui-Gon was relentless. Doggedly, he sleuthed and
searched, traced and tracked the runaway apprentice.

The Jedi stared down into the warm cup of tea that his host had graciously
provided and sighed. Ironically enough, the holo news program that he could
just hear running in the background from the next room mentioned the
reconstruction program on Meroth. How complicated simple things could turn!
Obi-Wan had gone to Meroth because the High Minister sued to the Jedi for
protection against death threats that he claimed to be receiving. The
Minister was convinced that there was a vast conspiracy underway and the
purveyors of it wanted to destroy the entire planet.

Too late, the Minister's mental condition was revealed and it was discovered
that he himself was the mastermind that the other half of his deluded brain
feared. Obi-Wan saw the chain of destruction swing into motion but never
had a chance to figure out who had caused it. His quick action had defused
half of the bombs that the High Minister's henchmen had planted in every
state-run power-plant on the planet. If they had all blown at once, as
planed, the planet would be nothing but dust and meteors.

As it was, the explosions had destroyed half the population of the Meroth,
including the High Minister, and apparently Obi-Wan could see only his
failure to save them.

Qui-Gon was determined to find Obi-Wan. The boy had to know the truth! If
he had to search from now until the day he died, he *would* find him!

Qui-Gon followed the young man to Malastare where Obi-Wan had apparently
worked a succession of odd jobs that were nearly impossible to trace.
Eventually, Qui-Gon followed his trail to a machine shop where the Padawan
had worked until an Kabrian diplomat took him on as a body guard after the
boy thwarted an attempt on the Kabrian's life.

That was why Qui-Gon was here on Kabria, and how he ended up sitting in the
living room of Governor Paik Var.

"Kenobi, hm? Well, I don't know an *Obi-Wan*, but there is a *Ben* Kenobi
who works for me that fits that description," Paik Var said thoughtfully,
pouring his guest a drink.

"That would be him," Qui-Gon said softly. *"Ben..."* the Jedi Master mused.
So, Obi-Wan was using the name that a pirate captain had given him when he
was fourteen. The pirates had kept Obi-Wan captive for over half a year
while Qui-Gon searched for them, just as he was searching now...

The Jedi shook himself back to the present. "Do you know where he is?"

Var nodded slowly. "Not precisely, but he's with my son Terrik," the
Kabrian grinned wryly. "Which means they're probably in a bar somewhere..."
the Governor shrugged. "Terrik's a good boy, but... he can get a little
wild and his taste in company is not always the best. Kenobi's such a
quiet, sensible, yet good-hearted young man, I thought he might be a good
influence, so I assigned him to Terrik full time. First body guard my son
hasn't been able to lose in years!" Var said with another rueful grin.
"Plus, he's ab

 

WOO HOO!!! A new LONNNGGGGG post! That was so cool! Poor Ben, he feels so
bad. Hurry Up Qui-Gon and SAVE HIM!!!

MORE SOON? I hope!!!

 

WONDERFUL post! As always, Cassia rules!

 

Yes, Cassia rules!

 

Yay, a post! Woohoo!!!
Poor Obi-Wan, I feel so bad for him. But at least him and Terrik are friends. And now Qui-Gon needs to get in there and kick some butt!!!
Can't wait for more!!!!

 

*joins in Chant* KICK BUTT, KICK BUTT!!!

 

Wow! A new Cassia story.

And what Brilliance has been displayed will be expanded upon in upcoming posts I'm sure.

Okay, enough with the Formal Critique.

"Plan? What Plan?"

Classic line that!

 

-Best Forgotten-

PART THREE:

----
Broadway is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
Broadway is dark tonight
See the young man sittin' in the old man's bar
Waitin' for his turn to die

You choke down all your anger Forget your only son You pray to statues when
you sober up what fun

You're anger don't impress me
The world slapped in your face
It always rains like hell on the loser's day parade
----

Talon Madden refused to speak with negotiators, said he would stand for no
stalling and the security forces had not yet come up with a way to get into
the building without causing mass slaughter of innocent people. All in all,
things did not look good.

Qui-Gon and the Governor reached the place of the standoff exactly five
minutes before the deadline and joined the Security forces pooled across the
street from the Broad Way bar. Night had fallen completely in the past ten
minutes and it was not easy to see. Usually brightly lit and bustling with
nightlife, both the pub and the street were bathed in darkness per Talon's
demands.

Qui-Gon assessed the situation carefully. The security forces informed them
that the Red Claw forces had night vision goggles and had threatened to
shoot a hostage if anyone so much as set one foot on the street.

The Jedi Master did not need to see their defenses to know that they had the
little pub well guarded. With the strange implants they all had, he was not
sure that even he could slip by them unnoticed.

Var stepped forward to address the darkened bar and Qui-Gon laid a hand on
his arm. "What are you going to do?"

Paik Var looked incredibly sad. "I want to say goodbye to my son."

"You mustn't give up yet!" Qui-Gon shook his head. "We'll find a way!"

"Like what Master Jinn?" Governor Var said, choking down the anger that rose
in his throat. He wasn't upset with Qui-Gon, it was Talon and the others
that he wanted to throttle... "I cannot comply with their demands. Terrik
is already lost to me, I must forget him..." Var was trying desperately to
put into practice the ancient Kabrian discipline of separating, but it did
not seem to do him much good. "But I must at least say goodbye."

Qui-Gon understood the Kabrian way, but that didn't mean it was his way. He
was not about to give up yet! Not by a long shot!

"Madden, this is Governor Var! I want to see my son!" Var called out.
There was silence for a moment.

"All right, but no one moves. Your time's almost up Var, and you've got to
choose!" Talon agreed.

A few moments later a floodlight flicked on and revealed the shape of a
teenager with bound hands and a bloody face. Paik Var was surprised, but
that was nothing compared to what Qui-Gon felt.

"Be quick Var!" Talon shouted. "The boy hasn't got much time unless you
sign that pardon!"

Obi-Wan blinked, momentarily blinded by the glare of the floodlight. "Don't
give in to them!" he called out as the governor started to come into focus.
"Everything is under... control," Obi-Wan's voice faltered as he made out
the shape of the man beside his employer.

*"Oh no, no, no..."*

"Shut up!" Talon slammed Obi-Wan in the stomach with his rifle butt,
dropping the teenager to his knees.

Qui-Gon tensed.

"So what'll it be Var?" Talon demanded coldly, holding Obi-Wan's head tipped
up by his ponytail and pressing the muzzle of his blaster against the boy's
forehead. "Think fast! You've got two more minutes!"

"That was not my son," Var breathed softly as Talon's men dragged Obi-Wan
back inside and the street went black again.

"I know," Qui-Gon said softly.

"Kenobi must have tricked them, taken his place..." Var was glad, but torn.

Qui-Gon nodded. That sounded exactly like something Obi-Wan would do.
"We've got to act fast," he said.


----
You see you'd love to run home, but you know ain't got one
Cause you're livin' in a world that you're best forgotten
When you're thinkin' you're a joke and nobody's gonna listen
To the one small p

 

I forgor to mention PLEASE FEEDBACK.

Kim B
(not the author but a person who loves this story)

FEEDBACK PWEASE

 

No feedback? *sniff*

Kim B

Please be nice, Feedback PWEASE????

 

I'll give you some feed back! This is wonderful! Poor Obi! I just want to give him a huge hug and let him know that everything is going to be okay.

Well, I kinda want to do that anyway.
This is so good. Please post more for us soon Kim-kenobi. Tell Cassia to keep up the great work!

 

That was great! Once again, I say Poor Obi-Wan!! He's got to talk to his Master before he gets himself killed so he can tell him everything is okay!! Aaahh!
Please post more soooooon! I love this story!!

 

This is so GREAT!!!
Everyone keeps saying poor Obi and I agree, but, what about Qui-Gon?
He must be feeling terrible too.
Anyway good job!