FIC: Destiny (JA, angst)

TITLE: Destiny
AUTHOR: Obi the Kid (hlnkid@aol.com)
RATNG: PG
SUMMARY: Pre-TPM. Non-slash. Sequel to 'Guilty Heart.' A vision from the Force that once brought Obi-Wan close to death has returned. (Obi-Wan is 18)
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DISCLAIMER: The characters and venue of Star Wars are copyrighted to Lucas Films Limited. The characters not recognizable from this venue are copyrighted to Tracy C. Knight. The story is the intellectual property of Tracy C. Knight and is copyrighted to her. She makes no profit from the writing or distribution of this story.

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Destiny
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"Master..."

Obi-Wan Kenobi stood at the entrance to his master's bedroom. The light from the hall cast the boy as a dark shadow. It was late into the night and Qui-Gon had been sleeping soundly, but he became immediately awake when he heard the slightly shaky voice of his apprentice calling to him. He sat up and pressed the base of the small lamp on his nightstand. The room slowly illuminated, allowing both Jedi to adjust their eyes to the change.

"Are you all right, Obi-Wan?" the master replied as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. Concern shown in his eyes. It wasn't often that Obi-Wan disturbed his sleep and he knew there must be a good reason for it. "Come, sit." He patted the blanket next to him.

The young knight padded softly to the bed and sat down. His eyes turned down as he fiddled with the birthday stone that was in his hand. Although Obi-Wan was fond of the special stone, it was very unlike him to carry it as he did now. Unless, Qui-Gon knew from experience, he was uneasy...or even scared about something.

"What's wrong, Padawan?"

He hesitated before admitting what troubled him. "I had a bad dream. I don't quite understand it. But...it..." He paused, as if to frightened to continue. Qui-Gon lay a hand gently on the smaller one. At once, Obi-Wan stopped rolling the stone in his hand and sat in silence.

"Obi-Wan, tell me. This is not like you to come to me in the middle of the night."

The padawan felt suddenly guilty for disturbing Qui-Gon's rest. He wasn't a young apprentice who should need to run to his master's side when a dream became to intense. He was a Jedi, a young man now. This is something he could handle. "I'm sorry, Master. It's nothing." And he stood to leave.

Qui-Gon grabbed his arm and gently pulled him back down. "One is never to old to need comforting after something traumatic. Even if it is something that might seem small to you...something like a nightmare. Tell me about it, Obi-Wan."

His master's calming influence having an effect, Obi-Wan gripped his stone firmly in one hand before he spoke. "Six months ago when we had that...accident...in the gym. Do you remember?"

Of course Qui-Gon remembered. It was one of the darkest days of his life. During a sparring match, a flicker in the Force had disrupted the concentration of both Jedi for a split second. It was long enough for Obi-Wan to lose his focus and for Qui-Gon to run his saber through the boy's chest. The healer's efforts saved him from death but his recovery was long and painful. Yet in the end they'd come out of it stronger than before. Qui-Gon however would always battle with those memories of his padawan's cries of pain the images of the boy sprawled on the floor covered in blood. And on occasion those visions returned to haunt him. But the guilt was long gone and they had been able to move past the accident in time. Now Obi-Wan was bringing those memories back again. But why?

"I will never forget that, Obi-Wan. Did you dream about it?"

"Not about the accident, but the disturbance in the Force."

Qui-Gon listened closely. That disturbance was never able to be explained. Obi-Wan had not been able to recall it. And since that one moment in time, it had never resurfaced. Until now. "You felt it again?"

"Yes, Master," he said cautiously. "Last night. And then again ju

 

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Another great fanfic from you. (yes,I've read most of yours )

 

Oooh...nice little viggie! I like it! It is nice to see Master bucket-head going through some angsty too!

 

That's sad. It would be interesting to see what was going through their minds as the event actually took place - especially since they know, or suspect, what will happen.

 

Thanks guys! Hmm...Master Bucket Head. Has a nice ring to it. Cas, that has definate bunny potential. Now, If I can just get all these other bunnies to go away. hehe.

Thanks for reading!

Obi

 

I've enjoyed your fics since I began reading SW fics a few years ago. This is another shining example of why. Eerie, but sweet.

Wonderful, Obi the Kid!!!

 

Thanks LuvEwan! Glad I was able to grab ya and you couldnt get loose! Thanks for your continued support! And keep up the great work yourself on your stories!


Obi

 

Another great fic, Obi. I gotta second Cas though, you should write about the actual event. *begging*

Great!

 

OTK I mean it- I was very close to crying as I was reading this fic. *sniffles* Excellent job.

 

Tissues all around! Hmm..begging? That's so unjedi like, isnt it? How about this, I'll put that in my bunny book as a potential future idea. It's got definate possiblity. Thanks for the suggestion by the way Cas.

Thanks Suzuran and Huntress. I appreciate your comments!!

Obi

 

Up we go!

 

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Up weeeeee gooooo!

 

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Once more!

 

I love it! This is a great Obi-Qui vignette. You did a great job Obi the Kid. I was near at times!

 

Thanks NyghtFyre! (Love that name, by the way!). Glad you enjoyed it!


Obi

 

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Loved it OTK And it was sooo sad because Obi's dream was true and Qui won't be there and...and...

Superb as always!

 

*Lip quivers madly*



So good Obi the Kid! As always

 

That was a vey sad story, but a good very sad story! Well done! You actually made me cry

 

Ah just when I thought this story was slipping away, it's back! YAY! Thanks so much guys. You made my morning. I'll pass the tissues around.


Thanks.
Obi

 

Tissue's I need! And you're most welcome

 

hop hop hop, ** little bunny taking off around the thread **