First viggie, and I'm not sure how good it is. I was on a caffeine rush when I wrote it and it has not been beta read. So, here goes... Luminous Beings ?Can you ever forgive me, Master?? Qui-Gon turned away from his apprentice, unable to meet the need in those eyes. ?I?? the Master hesitated, knowing how his words might wound the young man standing in the doorway. ?I don?t know,? he finally said quietly. He shifted, once more looking at him. Obi-Wan?s shoulders slumped, his dejection clear in every line of his body. He nodded acceptance of his Master?s answer. ?I understand, Master.? He turned to go, unable to hold in his grief and unwilling to display it in front of the man whom he had wronged. ?But I will try, my Padawan, I will try,? Qui-Gon?s voice made him stop in his tracks. ?Thank you, Master, I can ask no more of you than that,? the boy?s words were quietly spoken and then he walked away. Qui-Gon stared after his apprentice, wondering what would become of them. The betrayal he had felt when Obi-Wan had turned his back on the Order, on him had been a physical pain. He still felt the sting of it in his gut. And so, while he longed to ease the boy?s fears, to rush to him and tell him that all was forgiven, he stayed where he was. It would be unfair to both of them to make a promise he wasn?t sure he could keep, merely to placate him with empty words that would come back to haunt them both. He dropped easily to his knees and closed his eyes. Right now he longed for the peace that only the Force could give him. He dipped into the warm currents that were there for him, that had always surrounded him. To him, the Living Force was a friend, a lover, a part of him. It was ever changing and utterly constant. Qui-Gon breathed deeply, the turmoil of his thoughts gradually drifting into nothingness as he let the Force cradle him. He let go of his burdens, his troubled musings, and allowed the Force to lead him where it willed. As always, the journey was unexpected, but somehow the destination was exactly where he needed to go. He felt lighter with each passing moment, until it was as if he was completely separated from his body. Luminous beings are we, Master Yoda?s voice called softly to him. Luminous? His mind grasped onto that thought, as a ship will find anchor in an ocean. Swaying there on the waters that surrounded him, he let that single word echo in his mind. The light was the center of a Jedi?s life. The light revealed the truth, and the obstacles which might keep one from it. The light was both a guide and a companion. Qui-Gon sensed the faint tug of the anchor calling his attention, asking him to see what had been revealed. He felt the slight tension that had been building within him suddenly ease. The anchor was the truth. The light loved Obi-Wan, he was the light. He was the luminous center of Qui-Gon?s life, no matter what might have occurred between them. Once again, the Force had given him his answer. He had only to trust in the Light, in the Living Force, and he would find his way safely back to the shores upon which he had built a life with Obi-Wan. Forgiveness, he could see now, was a choice. He could choose to nurture the injury that Obi-Wan had given him. Or he could choose to heal it, to let it fade away and become so distant to him that it did not exist, even in his memory. With a sigh of surrender, he let go of the anchor, its purpose had been served. Slowly and gently he felt himself carried along the currents, coming ever closer to the shore that beckoned him. The journey would take time. But he could see Obi-Wan standing there, waiting for him. The boy would remain in that place, keeping a patient vigil for his Master. The destination was fixed now, the journey only needed to be completed. Qui-Gon drifted away toward the light that was Obi-Wan.