Title: Even Jedi Cry Author: Valairy_Scot Timeframe: TPM - forward Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon Jinn, Anakin Skywalker, Yoda, Mace, Bant Eerin, others Genre: Drama, angst, touches of comedy. AU. Sub-genre: "Obi-torture" and "poor-Obi." Keywords: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon Jinn, Mace Windu, Yoda, Naboo Summary: Qui-Gon?s desire to train the ?Chosen One? causes him to cast Obi-Wan aside as in canon, but there our story diverges with devastating results. Notes: Qui and Anakin lovers ? be warned ? it?s not pretty (but is all what it seems?) Style is not chronological; it is deliberately written as it is in the beginning to contrast and reveal its development. This story will stand alone, but also is a set up for a yet-unwritten sequel. Even Jedi Cry Prologue The clash of lightsaber against lightsaber was already of the past; the battle ended. One combatant still stood, weapon held loosely in one hand as he wearily contemplated what this victory had cost him. The tide of adrenaline that had sustained him ebbed, only to resurge as his mind comprehended his new reality. He stood alone on the field of battle. At what price, victory? A sluggish, weary body obeyed the command of a suddenly alert mind: go to him. He will need you, to save him or ease his passing. Nothing else for the moment matters. Only he. One moment he trembled, standing ? there. The next moment he trembled ? here. Where an invincible man lay in a heap, no longer invincible. Even the mighty did not stand forever. The warrior had fallen at last. He who had been the least among them was the only one still to stand. Time, which had seemed to hold its breath, was again as it had been. Except that one who had been the student now cradled the one who had been the teacher. And wept. Chapter 1. Even Giants May Fall The Jedi master had been a large man in both physique and presence. Crumpled on the cold floor, the giant had become a dwarf, shrunk by his mortal wound; he who had been amongst the more powerful of the Jedi now only a mere man, dying, on a strange planet far from ?home,? dying for duty, dying with no one at his side to mourn him. Dying alone for he feared none others yet lived ? for his enemy, too, had surely died, along with the student he had been willing to set aside for another - while that other student, the one he wished to now guide, had been imperiled elsewhere and was far from his side. He had left the Chosen One behind, left him hidden and hopefully safe, but he had sensed during his battle that Anakin was no longer safe. Anakin had been in danger, in the thick of a different battle. The dying Jedi feared that he, too, no longer lived. Naboo had not been kind this day to those who knew the Force. It had taken them all, or so the Jedi feared, for the Force did not speak of others to a dying man. It offered comfort of a different kind: welcoming arms, whispers of everlasting peace, a gentle welcome ?home.? It was not the comfort he sought. Comfort for this dying man was to know the fate of those he loved and hoped he was leaving behind, alive. Comfort could not come when he feared that they had already preceded him into the Force, dead. Afraid there was no one to mourn him and yet hoping there was. Suspected otherwise. Was he, the dying, the only one still living, however long that life might last? Surely that was so. Dead, all were certainly now dead, and soon he would join them. He was fading; a strangled cough shook his chest. The Force was reaching for him and he could feel a familiar presence within it. He was dead, then. They were all dead. He would be with them in a few minutes, and a hint of a smile mixed with a tear at the thought. I had hoped you lived. I shed my last tears for you. Know you held my heart. He felt a swell in the Force; it offered knowledge of that one?s fate: its gift to the dying. ?He lives,?