~~Playing with Minds (JA)~~

*SNIFF*

AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW!

 

please write more!!!

 

I keep seeing this story get bumped back up and keep hoping it's a post...


...sadly it's not

Gimpy, we need a post soon...I'm dying over here from lack of gimpy-angst ^_^

 

Ok Gimpy II'mmmm baaAAck!!!!!! Now I want MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Yo Gimpy where the heck are ya!!!!!

 

Gimpy! I got Kelly back so all i need it you to post and everything will be just as it should be ^_^

 

ok ok, heheh sorry!! LOl you two!! I'm glad to see you back Kelly, I sincerely hope that everything is going okay with your family!!!

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The first thing Qui-Gon noticed was that he was no longer sitting in a chair. The second was that he was no longer on the transport and upon opening his eyes he recognized the room he was in as belonging to the Jedi Temple?s Infirmary. He was still wearing his Jedi robe over the hospital gown, so apparently they hadn?t attempted to remove it.

Healer An-Paj chose that moment to bustle in. He glanced up from his chart in surprise when he noticed Qui-Gon awake. ?Why, hello. How are you feeling??

Qui-Gon sat up slowly, wincing a tad bit at the dull throb in his head. ?Perfectly fine.?

An-Paj snorted.

Qui-Gon?s eyes narrowed as a sudden thought came to him. ?You didn?t...-?

An-Paj chuckled. ?No, I didn?t sedate you this time.?

?Good.? Qui-Gon swung his legs over the side of the bed and then frowned when another thought occurred to him. ?I didn?t...-?

?No, you didn?t sedate yourself,? An-Paj assured him. ?It was pure, simple exhaustion.?

?How is Obi-Wan?? Qui-Gon inquired worriedly as he stood, made a face at the cold floor against his bare feet, and headed towards the door.

?In his usual room, there?s a mind healer with him right now. And where in the Force do you think you?re going? Get back in that bed...humph.? An-Paj grumbled as he trailed after the wandering Jedi.

Qui-Gon padded down the corridor to Obi-Wan?s room and peered around the corner, An-Paj hovering over his shoulder. A man was sitting beside the bed, eyes closed and one hand resting gently on the teenager?s forehead.

?How long has he been there?? Qui-Gon whispered.

?Not very long,? An-Paj replied softly.

They both straightened as the mind healer opened his eyes, folded his hands together and stood to greet them. ?Healer An-Paj.? He inclined his head to each of them. ?Master Jinn.?

?How is he, Master Sheral?? An-Paj asked, keeping his voice low.

Master Sheral shook his head in amazement. ?I?ve never seen anything like it before. It?s as though something took everything in Obi-Wan?s mind apart, rearranged it, and put it back together with half of it just...gone.?

Qui-Gon swallowed. ?Gone? Permanently??

?Not necessarily. The mind is a complicated thing. It could just be temporarily forgotten, blocked off, or lost forever,? Master Sheral clarified. ?Healer An-Paj, I would like to remove the memories they planted in Obi-wan, but first I want to make sure that al side effects of the drugs have worn off.?

An-Paj rubbed his chin thoughtfully. ?There?s no way to tell except to wake him up. I?ll stop sedating him, but I?d rather let him come out of it on his own.?

Master Sheral nodded. ?It would no doubt be best to just let him sleep it off. Do you have any idea how long that will be??

An-Paj shrugged. ?Under normal circumstances it would be a few hours, but right now there?s just no way to tell.?

?Then if you would be so good as to call me when he wakes up, I will be here shortly,? Master Sheral gracefully excused himself from the room.

Qui-Gon remained staring at Obi-Wan?s thin body, surrounded by machines that carefully monitored his brain activity. He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder and turned to see An-Paj watching the teenager as well. ?He?ll be alright, Qui-Gon.?

Qui-Gon bowed his head. ?I hope so.?

He felt An-Paj?s watchful gaze and cursed the coldness that radiated from the tiled floor and made him shiver. ?Back to your room now, Master Jinn.?

Qui-Gon feigned ignorance as he allowed himself to escorted back to his bed. ?That?s right, I?ll need my boots. It will only take me a few minutes to change into some clothes in my quarters and pick up some food,? he wrinkled his nose in disgust as an apprentice healer walked by carrying a tray of the Infirmary?s famous, or rather infamous, food, ?or more specifically, *edible* food, and then I?ll be back to stay with Obi-Wan

 

*waves hands* Hey!!! Over here!! It's actually a post this time!! Hey!! This way!! Up!!

 

*sniffles* I'm beginning to feel very unloved!! Where is everybody, it's Christmas vacation for the Force's sake!!!

*sits down and begins to cry*

A mini gundark wearing a shimmery dress and halo appears on her left shoulder. "You must stop being so impatient!"

*sniffles* That's probably why I'm not on the Council yet.

*on Gimpy's other shoulder another mini gundark appears, this one with little red horns* "Ignore her!! Go darksiiiiiiiiiiiiide babe!"

*slaps hand to forehead* Great!! Other people get cool little consciences and I get stuck talking to a bunch of gundarks!! Yet another reason for me not to be on the Council!!

 

*sing-song voice* Giiiiimppy's finally lost it! Giiiiiiiimmmmmmppppy's finally lost it!

 

Gimpy I'm here! I'm sure there are other here to just to tounge tied to talk.

 

Gimpy...

*sniff*

 

Hey (waves hands in reply) I'm here!
I am so happy that you posted, and it wasn't very iffy at all.
Also the part about Qui-jon and the hospital gown was very cute

 

hehe, thanks everyone!! *takes deep breaths* I *THINK* I'm okay now.... *checks pulse* 635, that's normal isn't it?

Glad you enjoyed it peeps, and thanks for replying!

 

I knew you'd lose it one day! After you killed Xani and all! *realizes you're fine* Er.....Just kidding! Good post. Not iffy.

 

Very funny, Mariah!! Am I doomed to live the rest of my life outside your good graces because I doth killed Xani?!?

 

that was great Gimpy...so glad you posted!

I think that you might need to lay off the sugar or whatever you take because, well, you're scareing me ^_^

But, hey, i guess as long as you post...continue eatting/drinking/inhaling that sugar!!!

 

Awww....that was so sad, gimpy!
Thank you for posting!!

 

gimpy, what are you on and can you get me some? you need to calm yourself, just a little.

But it was a great a post, and I'm sorry I didn't find it sooner, but I was having server problems...

can't wait for the mad Obi to make an apearance.

 

The post was just fine. If you go straight from point A to say point D Point D wont make any sense. Explanations and filling in details are what make a gimpy story so vivid.

 

Sorry it took me so long. But that was a great post, not iffy at all. The interaction between Qui-Gon and An-Paj was excellent. I hope you can post more soon!

 

Woo-hoo, go, An-Paj! Yes! That part about the gown, or lack of it, was great. And now we have even more reason to worry about Obi-Wan. I'm looking forward to that next post with lots of action!

 

GREAT post gimpy!!!! mush soon???

 

An-Paj strikes again.... You go An-Paj!!!!

Btw.... you one crazy girl Gimpy, hope you can calm down enough to write more soon!!!

 

Hehe, LOL. I'm okay peoples, seriously!! It's just that being tired and being impatient both equal hyper for me, and when I'm hyper, well.... Plus had just gotten off the phone with Borme and am really excited because I'm going to her house tonight.

Anywho, here's the requested for post!! It's sorta weird....Obi's mind is playing tricks on him!!!

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Obi-Wan moaned. ?No...?

He didn?t want to wake up; he wanted to sleep forever. Why couldn?t they just let him sleep?

But he had been sleeping for so long that his mind couldn?t quiet down enough to fall back to sleep. Obi-Wan lifted one weak hand and rubbed the grit from his eyes. Something moved with his hand and Obi-Wan blinked in the dark at it.

His eyes widened in horror at the tubes going into his skin. Fear washed over him, strong and untainted. Obi-Wan whimpered and clawed the tubes out, not noticing nor caring about the red flecks of blood that appeared at his wrists.

A machine began to beep insistently in alarm and Obi-Wan jumped and covered his ears against the intrusive sound. He stumbled to his feet and jabbed at different buttons until the machine quieted.

Obi-Wan sank against the bed, his heart pounding a mile a minute. Where was he? The medical machines scared him, although he didn?t know why. He was supposed to be on a mission with Qui-Gon, wasn?t he?

As if to answer, the tall Jedi Master appeared before him. He gazed down at Obi-Wan without pity, without emotion. ?You have betrayed me again, Obi-Wan. You are no longer my Padawan.?

What?

Obi-Wan buried his head in his pillow as tears rushed uncontrollably down his cheeks to soak it. His hands curled around the blanket and squeezed it in an effort to still his body?s trembling, but he couldn?t block out Qui-Gon?s words.

?How could I take you back after Melida/Daan? You rejected the Jedi, *you* rejected *me*.?

?No, I didn?t,? Obi-Wan sobbed. ?I-I didn?t know w-what t-to d-do. What I w-was d-doing.?

?Hold still, boy. This isn?t going to hurt a bit...?

Obi-Wan?s head jerked up and he stared at the woman approaching him slowly with a small, feral grin as she held out a large shot.

The sight of the needle terrified him. Obi-Wan didn?t know why, but the mere thought of it made him shake all over. He backed away, whimpering. ?No, please don?t,? he begged. ?Please, just leave me alone.?

The woman lifted one sculpted eyebrow. ?What?s the matter, Obi-Wan? Are you afraid of getting your shot??

Obi-Wan whimpered again. He reached one hand back blindly and his fingers wrapped around something cold and metallic. He pulled it to him and prepared to throw it at the woman until he realized what he was holding. The smooth hypodermic needle glinted in a stray beam of light from one of the machines.

Obi-Wan gave a small shriek and hurled it as far away from him as he could. It clattered somewhere in the darkness and Obi-wan jumped on to the bed and huddled against the wall, pulling the blankets to his chin and peering anxiously at the silent, empty room around him.

He heard laughing. All around him, some quiet, some loud, some deep and booming and others high pitched and hysterical. They were laughing at him. ?Stop laughing,? he whispered.

He saw them all, Qui-Gon and the woman and people he only semi-recognized, all laughing and pointing at him. ?Stop laughing!? he cried. ?Stop LAUGHING at me!?

?You failed,? the woman hissed, smiling.

Someone breathed against his cheek with hot, heavy breaths. Obi-Wan looked over and saw a man standing there, his hair as light as his eyes were black and his face deathly pale. Obi-Wan shrank away from him.

The man leered, and his mouth was a gaping hole. ?You failed them all. You got caught. You gave up and forgot. You *killed* those men.?

Obi-Wan reached his hands up to wipe at his unstoppable, uncontrollable ears but found them covered in slick, slimy blood. He saw the bodies lying on the ground all around the bed, pud