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(oops) None of Us Perfect 6/9

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction Stories--Classic JC Board (Reply-Only)' started by elismor, Sep 12, 2002.

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    elismor Jedi Youngling

    Aug 26, 2002
    Sorry about the blank post...hit return instead of the tab key. {{looking embarrassed}}


    None of Us Perfect Part Six
    Elismor July 2002

    Obi-Wan entered the last of his calculations into the hyperdrive
    computer and sat back, watching them process across the screen. When
    he was satisfied that all was well he swiveled in his chair, turning
    to face his companion.

    "We have some time before we reach Naboo space," he said. "Why don't
    you go rest?"

    Eliel spared him a somewhat sour glance, then returned to her
    analysis of the ship's systems. "I'm fine."

    "You don't look fine," he responded as casually as he could muster.

    She refused to look at him, choosing instead to stare out the
    viewscreen at the streaks of light streaming by. "If one more person
    tells me I am not well, I swear?"

    "You're not well, though," he countered.

    True, her most recent treatment, ordered by Master Yoda himself, had
    done her a world of good. Eliel's complexion was closer to its
    normal, healthy shade than he'd seen it in days and she was moving
    far more freely than she had on Tatooine. But she wasn't completely
    healed. Not yet.

    "I told you, I'm fine."

    She wasn't fine, of course. Her lung capacity was still severely
    compromised, despite Ando's ministrations, and her right hand was
    weak; too weak, even, to grip the weapon that was as much a part of
    Eliel Jensei as her own arms. Every trip to the bacta tank brought
    her closer to wellness. Every potion that Ando slathered on her
    scarred skin loosened damaged muscles and made it easier to control
    her digits. Every day and every breath carried with it more strength
    and stamina. And every moment was tainted by the fact that she was
    healing while her Padawan was dead.

    He frowned, but thought it better to refrain from responding. It was
    clear from both her tone and years of experience interacting with her
    that Eliel was more than done with the conversation. A change in
    topic was the only way to avoid a very long and very silent trip to

    "What made you decide to come?" he asked.

    Obi-Wan watched as a flicker of jocundity ran across her face and he
    guessed that she was about to make a wise remark in reply, but Eliel
    swallowed the expression suddenly.

    "If someone really is interested in Anakin, it seems a safe bet that
    a good place to find him would be somewhere in the vicinity of your
    Padawan," she said.

    "You don't think that's a little?obvious?"

    She shrugged. "If they're desperate enough to hire bounty hunters to
    kill two Jedi in broad daylight?"

    Obi-Wan grunted, conceding the point. "Is that all?"

    Eliel turned in her chair, fixing him with a curious gaze. "What
    else would there be?"

    He spun back to the controls, affecting a need to examine the stream
    of data that their R4 unit had just sent. Some things were easier to
    say without eye contact. "When Qui-Gon died, the last place I wanted
    to be was in the temple."

    Eliel swallowed suddenly, clearly displaying the fact that he'd
    struck a raw nerve. She turned back to her own display, but wound up
    staring blankly into the space between her body and the console. He
    left her alone for a few minutes, knowing that the potential for
    things to get ugly was very great. Finally, when he was convinced
    that she wasn't going to leave the cockpit all together, Obi-Wan

    "Do you remember," he asked, "what you said to me about him?"

    "I said a lot of things."

    "You said that none of us can control the moment when another's work
    becomes complete."

    Eliel shot a glance his way, then buried herself in a second run
    through of the diagnostic program for the weapons system. "It's not
    the same."

    "It is."

    She looked up sharply, allowing an edge to creep into her voice.
    "Qui-Gon was a grown man who lived a long and useful life. Nerilu
    was just a girl."

    "Perhaps," he offered, still studying the viewscreen, "her work was
    to save you on that day."

    Eliel snorted derisively. "You give my place in things entirely too
    much weight."
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