The Waith (JA fanfic by Sharon Nuttycombe)

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  1. Kim-kenobi Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Jul 20, 1999
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    Another one of my favourite authors. Sharon Nuttycombe. I am sure many(if not all) of you have read this story already from another archive. But reading it again is also very refreshing. Lot of Obi-torture in this story(at least obi-hurt-suffering). So read it if you have not read it yet, and read again if you have already read it.

    Please feedback to the author or feed back here as I am sure she(Sharon) will check.

    Kim B


    The Wraith
    by Sharon Nuttycombe

    Something was wrong. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was definitely something wrong. Obi-Wan
    frowned and rubbed the bridge of his nose. His Master was behaving...oddly. Ever since they had arrived
    yesterday on Kheros to help with the peace talks, there had been something...different about the Jedi. It was
    nothing obvious, just little things that weren't ringing true -- things he hadn't realized he knew about Qui-Gon until
    they were no longer there. And there was something else... Obi-Wan shook his head and glanced at the empty
    chair across the table, then at the chronometer. He was late. His Master was never late.

    * * *

    It had begun earlier that morning during the negotiations. Qui-Gon had sat quietly in his chair, absorbing
    everything and making brief contributions to the conversation. There was nothing out of the ordinary in that.
    Obi-Wan admired his Master's ability to sit back, see the whole picture, and pinpoint the one thing that
    everybody else was missing. But this time there had been no moment of insight, no new outlooks on the
    problem. He had simply stood with the rest when the talks had stalled and turned to leave. Obi-Wan had risen
    hastily to his feet to follow him from the room.


    Qui-Gon had stopped but not looked back. "Yes, Padawan?"

    There it was again. That vague feeling of wrongness, of overt formality. Obi-Wan had frowned. "Is everything all
    right?" He shouldn't really have been asking this. It wasn't an Apprentice's place to question his Master...and

    The Jedi had stiffened. "I'm fine. It's just...a mild headache."

    Concern had gone through Obi-Wan. "You should see a healer."

    "I'll be fine." His voice was sharp. "In the meantime, I suggest you study the treaties we discussed yesterday.
    You might learn something." There had been a curt note of dismissal in his Master's voice that Obi-Wan could
    not ignore.

    "I...yes, Master."

    Qui-Gon had nodded briefly and continued down the hallway, leaving Obi-Wan alone with a growing sense of

    * * *

    Obi-Wan's misgivings had not dissipated with the hours but had grown until he was jumpy and ill-at-ease.
    Telling himself not to fidget, Obi-Wan buried himself in the pile of old treaties on the table before him and tried
    to ignore the impatient stares from the diplomats seated nearby. Furtively he glanced at the chronometer again,
    his gaze sliding over the ceremonial guards flanking the entrance.

    It was several minutes before the door slid open and Qui- Gon entered the conference room. Without a word,
    the Jedi crossed the room and sat down beside the Padawan, leaning back in the chair and folding his arms.
    Across the table, the Kherosian Prime Minister gave him a reproachful look, then began to speak.

    Obi-Wan took a quick glance at his Master, frowning slightly. There was definitely something different about
    him. Something wrong. And he didn't know what. Obi-Wan could feel tension beginning to prickle behind his
    eyes and he looked away, rubbing his temples and struggling to concentrate on the Prime Minister's words.

    * * *

    He suspects. Yes. That's it, Obi-Wan. Look a little closer. Don't believe what your eyes are telling you. Trust
    your instincts.

    Qui-Gon struggled once more against the bonds that held him. As ever, his efforts failed and he coiled himself
    once more into the back of his mind, watching and
  2. HealerLeona Jedi Padawan

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    Jan 18, 2000
    star 4
    Yes, I've read this elsewhere and absolutely loved it and I quite excited to see it here.
    There's something about the serial version of this site that will make it even better.

    Again, thanks Kim-Kenobi for bringing it here and a big thank you to Sharon Nuttycombe for writing it.

    I eagerly await each installment.
  3. Kelly Kenobi Jedi Padawan

    Member Since:
    Mar 23, 2000
    star 4
    WOW, this is great!! Poor Qui abusing his Obi and not being able to control it, whats he gonna do????????
  4. dbkate Jedi Youngling

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    Mar 31, 2000
    I read this and it's absolutely awesome. Don't miss this one, it's a great, great read.

    Kate :)

    THE JEDI APPENTICE LAIR -- JA Fanfic and More!
  5. Bastet Jedi Padawan

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    Dec 30, 1999
    star 4
    Aha! I've read this one before! Last week, when this forum was down for two days and I had to go in search of my daily fanfic fix somewhere else. I don't remember all that happened though, so I will be reading it here too. But I do remember that it was really good.
  6. Obi-wan's Padawan Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Apr 11, 2000
    star 1
    This is great! I am anxiously awaiting the next part of the story.
  7. Kim-kenobi Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Jul 20, 1999
    star 3
    I will post two parts(due to my lazyness, sorry) I did try to post earlier today but for some reason it didn't go through so enjoy!!! and FEED BACK PLEASE

    Stars trailed past the shuttle in a continuous stream as
    Obi-Wan and his captor sat in strained silence. Finally
    the Apprentice spoke again. "Where are you taking me?"

    "My home planet. I have...some...unfinished business."

    Obi-Wan was somewhat surprised that Eidolon had even
    bothered to reply. Following up on his momentary advantage
    he pressed for more answers. "Why did you kidnap me?"

    "I needed a pilot. Now shut up or I shall shut you up
    permanently." The conversational tone of his voice was
    belied by the very real threat lying just beneath it.

    Obi-Wan ignored the warning. "Why?" he said.

    Eidolon shot him an annoyed glance. "Why what?"

    "Why did you need a pilot? You obviously have enough
    knowledge to start up the ship's shields and to use the
    weaponry system. Why do you need a pilot?"

    Eidolon laughed sharply. "I was bluffing."

    The Apprentice blinked. "What?"

    "Bluffing. The shields were easy - they're marked. But as
    for weapons or taking off -- no, I needed you to do that."

    "So..." Obi-Wan's voice trailed off.

    "So the security forces on Kheros were never in any danger.
    If you had just stayed put, you'd probably have been
    rescued by now."

    Obi-Wan felt like kicking himself. Frustration and
    annoyance shot through him but he hastily shoved them
    aside. At least the alien was talking. Information - any
    information - might be valuable. His own, not to mention
    Qui-Gon's life, might depend on it. "How can you know
    about me and my Master, about Kheros...yet not know how to
    pilot this ship?" Obi-Wan asked.

    Eidolon answered almost absently. "Qui-Gon never piloted a
    Kherosian shuttle. Therefore, *I* don't know how to pilot
    one." The alien waved a hand in the air. "Yes, I probably
    could have figured it out, given time and his knowledge,
    but time is something I'm rather short of. Now are you
    going to stop asking questions?"

    "Probably not." Obi-Wan paused. "Why me?" he said
    insistently. "Surely anyone would have done..."

    He was cut off in mid-flow. "I can't imagine why Qui-Gon
    put up with you," Eidolon said. "You are *definitely* the
    most annoying human I have met."

    "Fine." Obi-Wan didn't pause. "Give Master Qui-Gon back
    his body, and you can be rid of me. No problem."

    "I'm afraid that's not an option right now, Padawan." Obi-
    Wan flinched at the term. "It bothers you, doesn't it?"
    his captor continued.

    "What?" Obi-Wan asked harshly.

    "The fact that I took your Master's thoughts and memories
    before I killed him."

    Obi-Wan flinched again. "He's not dead," he said firmly.
    He couldn't be. Obi-Wan wouldn't let him be dead. The
    alien might have stolen his Master's body, but Qui-Gon was
    still in there somewhere. He was sure of it. He had to

    Eidolon laughed suddenly. "You know, this is all really
    quite amusing. Would you like me to tell you what your
    Master really thought of you? He only took you as his
    Apprentice because he felt sorry for you, you know."

    Obi-Wan's hands clenched into fists but he carefully kept
    his voice neutral. "I don't believe you because you've
    given me no reason to," he said. There's no proof that
    what you've told me are anything but lies. And as for
    Master Qui-Gon's thoughts, they're *his* thoughts and
    they're private. I don't want to hear any more."

    "But Padawan," Eidolon said mockingly, "I could tell you
    such things about him. And what he thought of you. How
    often he regretted his decision..."

    "Stop it. Or the shuttle goes off-line right now and we
    drift through space until the Kherosians catch up with us."
    Obi-Wan's tone held no compromise.

    For a moment Eidolon hesitated then decided that the boy
    probably meant it. "As you wish," he replied tauntingly.
    A strained silence fell.

    Obi-Wan struggled to keep his mind not think.
    Qui-Gon couldn't be dead. And Eidolon was lying about...
    No. Don't think about it. Think about getting out of this
    mess, getting that...par
  8. Kim-kenobi Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Jul 20, 1999
    star 3

    Obi-Wan slowly lifted his head from the shattered
    viewscreen, wondering vaguely if he were still alive. He
    shifted slightly in his seat and abruptly decided he was.
    He was in too much pain to be otherwise. Ignoring the
    throbbing in his forehead from where it had connected with
    the instrument panel, he turned to look at the man beside
    him, wincing as his neck protested the movement.

    Qui-Gon's body was slumped over the console, blood
    trickling from a deep cut on his forehead. Obi-Wan's heart
    gave a painful lurch and he quickly reached out to the
    other's throat. Was he...? No. A pulse throbbed
    reassuringly beneath the skin. Obi-Wan closed his eyes
    briefly, a shudder of relief going through him. If he had
    killed his Master, while trying to save him...

    The Apprentice reached out shakily for his lightsabre which
    was hanging from Qui-Gon's belt and sighed as his fingers
    curled around it, instantly feeling much better. He
    fastened it hurriedly to his own belt then bent over to
    look for the other lightsabre and the Kherosian blaster.

    He found them both under the co-pilot's seat. Flinching a
    little at the pain the movement caused, he tucked the
    blaster into the back of his belt and clipped his Master's
    sabre onto the other side. Then, feeling a little odd with
    all the weapons about him, he pulled himself slowly to his

    It hurt, but not too badly. He must have wrenched his neck
    during the crash, his head throbbed unmercifully and his
    back and right ankle complained at every movement, but
    overall things weren't too bad. He had felt much worse the
    time he had fallen from the second floor of the Jedi
    training room. Tentatively, Obi-Wan put his right foot
    down...and revised his opinion as a shaft of agony shot up
    his leg.

    Gritting his teeth, Obi-Wan reached out hastily for the
    Force, trying to begin a healing no avail. The
    healing energies danced around him but he couldn't bend
    them to his will. After a moment he gave up in disgust.
    He was obviously not in the right frame of mind for this...

    "Fine," he thought grimly, easing his foot down once more,
    "It's only a sprained ankle." He hoped. "And you have
    other things to think about, Padawan..." Swearing under
    his breath in several languages, he hobbled away from the
    crumpled pilot's chair.

    The ship had come to rest at a steep angle, one side half-
    buried in the sand, the other leaning against a rock tower.
    Obi-Wan had to brace himself against the unnatural tilt of
    the floor as he moved toward the rear of the cabin. He
    shot an uneasy glance over his shoulder at the motionless
    Eidolon then quickened his pace. He had to be ready. The
    alien would not stay unconscious forever.

    It seemed to take an eternity but was probably only a
    matter of seconds before Obi-Wan reached his destination.
    Leaning against the bulkhead for balance, he pulled open a
    maintenance access hatch, struggling for a moment with the
    warped metal, then peered inside. There. Several lines of
    fibre cables ran through the hatchway, disappearing into
    the rest of the ship.

    Behind him, Eidolon stirred and moaned. Obi-Wan hurriedly
    ignited his lightsabre and cut free a handful of cables
    then turned and limped back to the alien, as quickly as he
    could. Once there though, he paused. It
    bind his Master's hands like this...

    Obi-Wan blinked and gave himself a mental shake. If he
    wanted to stay alive, he had to stop thinking of this
    person as Qui-Gon Jinn, had to suppress the instinctive
    urge to obey and protect him... Not hesitating any longer,
    the Apprentice dragged the other man's hands behind his
    back and secured them tightly with the cables. Then he
    stepped back and surveyed his handiwork. The man groaned
    again but did not move. Obi-Wan breathed a sigh of relief
    then turned to the main console.

    The shuttle was dead. Absolutely and inexorably dead.
    Obi-Wan scowled at the instrument panel. There wasn't
    enough power left to send a distress signal, let alone
    leave the planet...even if pieces of the ship hadn't been
    lying in small pieces somewh
  9. Obi-wan's Padawan Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Apr 11, 2000
    star 1
    Great story Kim Kenobi. I just found this site a few days ago and I am enjoying all of the stories you have posted here.I can't wait to read more.

    [This message has been edited by Obi-wan's Padawan (edited 04-13-2000).]
  10. JSkywalker Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Mar 10, 2000
    This story is Great! Very interesting, I like the way Obi-Wan is portrayed. Post!

  11. Kim-kenobi Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Jul 20, 1999
    star 3
    Sorry, I am down with the flu. Here is the next part.

    The early morning air was hot and dry with a faint hint of
    something floral on the breeze. Obi-Wan stood just outside
    the downed Kherosian shuttle, staring gloomily at the
    landscape. Beyond the rock pillars and boulders where the
    ship lay was a flat, rocky expanse of desert. Small plants
    grew here and there in rock crevices but only the
    occasional stunted tree broke the horizon.

    "Obi-Wan." The Apprentice stiffened at the sound of his
    name then turned.

    "What is it?"

    Eidolon tilted his head a little. "I can't see."

    The Padawan's jaw tightened. The cut on the alien's
    forehead had almost closed, but a thin trickle of blood
    still ran into his eyes. Eidolon gave him a mocking smile,
    his hands still bound securely behind his back.

    "Would you mind?"

    With a muffled curse, Obi-Wan reached up with one sleeve
    and roughly wiped the blood from the alien's eyes.
    Eidolon's smile grew wider. "Lovely bedside manner you
    have. Ever considered a career in medicine?"

    Obi-Wan suppressed a growl then turned his attention back
    to the landscape, trying to match the sensor readings he
    had seen earlier with what lay before him.

    "I was planning on killing you, you know," Eidolon said
    conversationally, blinking in the sunlight.

    "Yes, I know. Why else do you think I crashed the

    "I thought perhaps insanity was prevalent in Jedi

    Obi-Wan glanced down at the blaster, checking its power
    supply. "Only this one," he said. "Now get moving."

    "As you wish." With a mocking grin, the man in Qui-Gon's
    body turned away from the shuttle and began to pick his way
    carefully over the rocky ground. Obi-Wan watched him for a
    long moment then shifted the blaster back to his right hand
    and set out after him.

    Qui-Gon felt an involuntary surge of satisfaction when he
    realized how difficult Eidolon was finding it to maneuver
    over the uneven terrain with his hands tied. The alien --
    or rather *his* body -- hadn't escaped the shuttle's crash
    unscathed. Eidolon walked stiffly, turning his head as
    little as possible, and his vision kept blurring at regular
    intervals. Concussion, probably. Good. That should help
    Obi-Wan. Another shaft of irony struck him. It wasn't
    often that one was pleased to have a concussion...

    Obi-Wan. The Jedi managed to get another look at his
    Apprentice when he crossed Eidolon's line of vision. The
    boy was limping heavily and it looked as though his back
    and neck were hurting. Then again, there was also a
    stubborn glint in his eyes that Qui-Gon recognized. The
    Jedi Master suspected that Obi-Wan could outlast Eidolon
    *and* make it to the power source and back, if necessary.
    It was becoming evident that there was very little his
    Padawan could not do...

    Obi-Wan wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. The
    temperature had increased as the distant orange sun had
    risen higher, the sky turning a vivid electric blue. He
    paused for a moment and reached for the Force, using it to
    adjust his body temperature to cope with the heat. Beside
    him Eidolon started and frowned, as if something unseen had
    brushed against him. Obi-Wan's mouth went dry.

    Did the alien know about the Force? The thought had been
    bothering the Apprentice for over an hour now. If Eidolon
    truly had accessed all of Qui-Gon's memories, then he must.
    But perhaps "knowing" and "using" were two different
    things. Otherwise, the alien would surely have freed
    himself already. Wouldn't he? More questions chased each
    other through Obi-Wan's mind but unfortunately there were
    no answers. And he didn't dare ask. He couldn't risk
    giving Eidolon knowledge that he might be able to use. If
    only he could talk to someone...but he was holding a
    blaster on the only person he could ask...

    "So why are you using that to threaten me rather than your
    lightsabre?" Eidolon interrupted his thoughts, nodding
    toward the blaster and coming to a halt. "I thought Jedi
    didn't use offensive weapons."

    Obi-Wan glanced down at it. "We don't. Generally. But
    somehow I don't think my Mas
  12. JSkywalker Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Mar 10, 2000
    Wow! Poor Obi-Wan! Hopefully him and Qui-Gon will get through this alive.
    More! Please?

  13. Kim-kenobi Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Jul 20, 1999
    star 3
    Part 5

    Obi-Wan had not slept. He had sat motionless through the
    long night, staring blindly into the darkness, his thoughts
    turned inward. Only when the first rays of dawn appeared
    did he move.

    Eidolon had done him a favour, he decided, uncoiling stiff
    limbs. Exhausted though his body might be, his mind had
    not allowed him to fall asleep. Not with thoughts of...
    what the alien had said...going round in circles in his

    Was the alien telling the truth? Did his Master really
    feel that way about him? Part of Obi-Wan said no,
    absolutely not. But the rest, the deepest part of himself
    that he kept hidden and showed to no-one...that part

    The worst thing was that some of what Eidolon had said was
    correct. It was true that no Jedi Master had chosen him to
    be his Apprentice within the allotted time, despite all
    that he had done to be noticed...despite all his attempts
    to live up to everyone's expectations. Nothing he had done
    had ever been enough. If it hadn't been for Qui-Gon, Obi-
    Wan *would* be a farmer now. for the rest...

    Did Qui-Gon regret his decision? Had Obi-Wan been a
    disappointment to him? He didn't know -- but the doubts
    that must have always been inside him had chased themselves
    through his mind all through the night, until he had
    thought he would go mad.

    "Not dead yet?" A mocking voice interrupted his musings.
    Eidolon watched him from a few feet away, amusement in his

    Obi-Wan clenched his jaw and did not reply, concentrating
    instead on dealing with the pain that swept over him as he
    moved. It hurt. Everything hurt, right down to his
    eyelashes. Yesterday he had thought nothing could hurt as
    much as Eidolon's attempt to take control of him; today he
    wasn't so sure. But at least it took his mind off...
    everything else.

    With a grimace Obi-Wan reached back with his free hand and,
    using the tree behind him, slowly climbed to his feet. It
    took a good deal longer than it should have -- all his
    muscles seemed to have seized up and the pain increased
    with every movement. Finally though, he was standing,
    albeit leaning heavily against the tree. Only then did he
    look across the clearing at Eidolon and meet the alien's

    Obi-Wan looked terrible. When Eidolon had first opened his
    eyes in the early dawn light, Qui-Gon had felt a sharp
    burst of dread go through him. His Apprentice was so
    still, leaning against the tree, his skin the colour of old
    ashes and his eyes unblinking...but then he had moved and
    the relief that had poured over Qui-Gon had left him
    reeling in its wake. His Padawan was alive. For now. But
    unless he did something soon, he wouldn't stay that way.
    "Think," he told himself. "Obi-Wan needs you."

    For a moment, rage at the memory of what Eidolon had done
    to the boy the night before swept through him. The Wraith
    had tormented his Padawan, manipulated his feelings...
    Qui-Gon shuddered inwardly then he carefully filed his
    anger away. Anger would not help him. It would not help
    either of them. He would deal with it...and everything

    Once more his thoughts returned to the moment when Eidolon
    had flung him aside and usurped his body. The trance.
    That had to be the key... With an effort, Qui-Gon put his
    fear and concern for his Apprentice out of his mind, and
    focused on the Force. And freedom...

    It was a little better, now that he was standing, Obi-Wan
    found. The pain seemed to ebb to a manageable level, and,
    if he took quick, shallow breaths, the roiling of his
    stomach subsided. Somewhat. He looked at Eidolon, trying
    to ignore the starbursts of pain exploding in his temples.

    The Wraith was smiling again -- a cold smile he had never -
    - ever -- seen on Qui-Gon's face. He was just waiting for
    him to fall over and die, Obi-Wan realized. "Well, I'm not
    going to give him that satisfaction," he thought grimly.
    "I'm a Jedi Padawan. Surrender is not an option." With an
    effort he straightened his shoulders and stepped away from
    the tree. It felt as if someone had tied lead weights to
    his ankles, but he was standing. And mo
  14. The Butler Jedi Padawan

    Member Since:
    Oct 18, 1999
    star 4
    Wow. I haven't had a chance to read this before on another site, and I'm impressed with the masterly portrayal of Obi-Wan (his doubts, loyalty towards Qui-Gon, physical pain, etc.) Qui-Gon is also done well, though he's not really able to participate much in the action.
    On a side note, I'm surprised Obi-Wan hasn't turned towards the dark side by now.

    *Interesting dilemma: should Obi-Wan shoot his master and risk killing him, or not shoot him, and risk losing him to the wraith? I'd like to see how this ends.
  15. The Butler Jedi Padawan

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    Oct 18, 1999
    star 4
    Getting this off the ground. Up!
  16. Kim-kenobi Jedi Youngling

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    Jul 20, 1999
    star 3
    WOW already part 6(there are 7 parts). Enjoy!

    Kim B


    Part 6

    The blaster bolt caught Eidolon high on the left shoulder.
    The Wraith was flung backward, freeing Obi-Wan. Dizzily,
    fighting to keep the blaster aimed, the Apprentice dragged
    himself to his knees, leaning heavily on one hand, watching
    the other man through clouded eyes.

    He had shot him. He had just shot his Master. But it
    wasn't Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan reminded himself once again.
    Trouble was, this time the arguments didn't work. It was
    Qui-Gon's body and he had just had proof that his Master
    was still in there...somewhere. And he had shot him...

    Obi-Wan gave himself an inward shake. "Don't think about
    it," he told himself. "Deal with it later." If there was
    a later. It was taking all of his strength just to hold
    the weapon. As for getting the rest of the way up...his
    spirit quailed at the thought. He couldn't seem to draw
    enough oxygen into his starved lungs. The world spun
    hazily around him.

    Eidolon rolled over, clutching his shoulder with his right
    hand. Agony contorted his...Qui-Gon's...features, and the
    sickening stench of burned flesh wafted toward Obi-Wan.
    The Padawan's stomach lurched and he fought down the urge
    to retch.

    Finally, Obi-Wan gathered what little remained of his
    strength and attempted to stand. And failed. Try as he
    might, he couldn't seem to get to his feet. He just...
    couldn't. Gasping for air, he sank back to the ground.
    Slowly, reluctantly, his eyes began to flicker shut.

    Qui-Gon returned to consciousness slowly. As the darkness
    receded he recognized his surroundings. His prison. The
    part of his mind that Eidolon had banished him to. He was
    back. Damn. Damn, damn, damn! More curses sizzled
    through him as he tested the bonds that held him. The
    mental chains were still there, weaker now, but still too
    powerful to break. Frustration swept over him. He had
    thrown everything he had at the alien, had used all of his
    reserves. Nothing remained. He had failed Obi-Wan. His
    Apprentice was going to die. *I'm sorry,* he thought
    silently at the boy. *Forgive me...*

    Something made Obi-Wan open his eyes again. Some part of
    him that refused to accept defeat, that kept him fighting
    on when everything in him cried out to stop... Whatever it
    was, Obi-Wan's eyes flickered open. He blinked and the
    grey fog obscuring his vision receded slightly. Eidolon
    still lay nearby clutching his shoulder, conscious but
    unwilling or unable to move.

    Something ahead caught the Apprentice' eye. A flash of
    light. Obi-Wan blinked again, not trusting his vision. It
    was still there...a bright flare coming from the rocks just
    ahead. He squinted, trying to ignore the pounding in his
    head and the pain in his throat. There. It was coming
    from an opening in the rocks...

    "A cave." he breathed the word aloud. Eidolon frowned
    and, with a grunt of effort, twisted himself around to
    follow his gaze. Relief mingled with pain on the alien's
    features. Then slowly, holding his shoulder, he rose. Obi-
    Wan watched him, a faint flicker of astonishment going
    through him. The injury should have knocked him out, kept
    him unconscious for hours, if not days -- done an
    incredible amount of damage to his system... Instead, the
    alien was setting out for the cave, moving slowly but
    surely away from him. Obi-Wan frowned. Human bodies
    weren't built to take that much punishment. How was he...?
    Then the realization sunk in. Eidolon was moving away...

    That was enough to bring him to his feet. Obi-Wan hadn't
    gone through all of this just to watch this alien wander
    off with Qui-Gon's body. He wasn't sure how he did it, and
    he didn't really care, but somehow he found himself
    wavering on unsteady legs. The Apprentice swallowed once
    then focused on the retreating form ahead of him. Quelling
    the rather ridiculous urge to shout "Hey, bring that body
    back at once," he forced himself into motion.

    Each of the hundred metres from the ravine to the cave were
    written in agony. Obi-Wan had forgotte
  17. HealerLeona Jedi Padawan

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    Jan 18, 2000
    star 4
    Definitely still as good as the first time. Maybe even better.
  18. The Butler Jedi Padawan

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    Arghh! I can't read the last part of that post!
  19. Kim-kenobi Jedi Youngling

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    Last Part!!!!!!!!!!!! remember to feedback
    I have posted another story by Shaon called Cast My Soul to the Sea. It is a total tear jerker!!!!!! Check it out!!!!!!!!

    Kim B


    Qui-Gon opened his eyes. He hurt. All over. Pain shot
    through his shoulder like fire, balls of light streaked
    across his vision, and his head was pounding in time with
    his heartbeat. Funny -- the concussion hadn't seemed so
    bad when Eidolon had been in control of his body...

    Eidolon. With a groan Qui-Gon sat up, his gaze going
    immediately to his Apprentice, laying motionless nearby.

    "Obi-Wan?" With unsteady fingers the Jedi reached out,
    checking the boy's pulse, wincing inwardly at the bruises
    on his throat.

    At his touch, Obi-Wan stirred and moaned. Remorse turned
    to relief within Qui-Gon. "Padawan?"

    Obi-Wan's eyes flickered open. "Master?"


    Obi-Wan stared at him blankly for a moment, then stiffened
    as memory assailed him. The cave, the Guardian,
    Eidolon...that awful moment when the alien had brushed him
    aside, slamming him into some dark corner of his mind. He
    shuddered. But there was no trace of the Wraith in his
    mind...just the bitter echoes of something he would rather
    forget. He forced himself to relax. It was over. For a
    moment he allowed himself the luxury of staring into a pair
    of brown eyes that did not contain an unknown entity.

    "Is that really you?"

    Qui-Gon nodded. "Yes. Although I might ask you the

    " gone." Astonishment rippled through Obi-Wan
    as he realized that the overwhelming agony had also
    disappeared, vanishing as if it had never been, leaving
    only more mundane aches and pains in various parts of his
    body. He drew a deep breath and this time his lungs
    responded. "Master - the poison... It's gone... But the
    Guardian said..." His voice trailed off in confusion.

    Qui-Gon sat back, trying to ignore the pain that stabbed
    through him as he moved. "I would imagine that with
    Eidolon in your body, the Guardian was able to deal with
    him *and* the poison at the same time..."

    Obi-Wan blinked up at him. " taking over my
    body...Eidolon saved my life?"

    "Yes. Ironic, isn't it?"

    Ironic. That was one word for it. Obi-Wan sat up
    cautiously and glanced over his shoulder at the now-buried
    cave entrance. "What happened?"

    Qui-Gon said wearily: "I think the computer self-
    destructed. Either that or there wasn't enough power left
    to sustain its energy fields."

    Obi-Wan swallowed, a shadow crossing his face. "So what
    happened to Eidolon?"

    Qui-Gon shook his head. "I don't know." There was a
    strained note in his voice. Obi-Wan turned back to his
    Master, looking more closely at him. There were shadows in
    Qui-Gon's eyes that hadn't been there before, the
    Apprentice noticed. The few fleeting moments when Eidolon
    had been lodged in his own mind had been enough to give him
    nightmares for weeks. So what must it be like for Qui-Gon?
    "Master?" he asked softly. "Are you all right?"

    Qui-Gon nodded. "Yes." He hesitated. "And you?"

    Obi-Wan ignored the question. Suddenly he was noticing the
    blaster burns on his Master's shoulder and the bruises
    forming on his jaw. "I shot you," he said abruptly, dismay
    evident on his face.

    Without warning, Qui-Gon laughed, suddenly very pleased to
    be alive and in control of his body, despite its condition.
    The shadows in his eyes had vanished. "Remind me never to
    make you angry, Obi-Wan," he said, smiling. "Or to be
    prepared to duck, if I do."

    "Master, I'm sorry. I.."

    "No. *I'm* sorry. For not recognizing the doubts you've
    been carrying around all this time. For not realizing how
    you felt."


    Qui-Gon shook his head. "No. Let me finish. Eidolon
    lied. I have never regretted my decision. Not once. I
    chose you as my Apprentice...or perhaps we chose each
    other...and I have no regrets. You're my Padawan learner
    but in the time we've been together, and especially these
    last few days, you've taught me many things. No, I have no
  20. Kim-kenobi Jedi Youngling

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    Jul 20, 1999
    star 3
  21. JediKnight-Obi-Wan Jedi Grand Master

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    Jan 13, 2000
    star 5
    Well I've read this before, BUT I loved it.
    Still do
  22. Kim-kenobi Jedi Youngling

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    Jul 20, 1999
    star 3
  23. Qui-Stay-Gon Jedi Youngling

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    Just wanted to thank all of you who have taken the time to post your thoughts in the forum as well as sending the email. Tons of work goes into these things and it's so incredibly gratifying to hear people's responses. We can't wait for the rest of you to give us your feedback. This is what makes it fun. Thanks again.

    PA Wars Crew
  24. Jorel429 Jedi Youngling

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    Oct 10, 1999
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    Much welcome Qui-Stay-Gon. Keep it up, cause we love it!
  25. Sponewalker Jedi Youngling

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    May 5, 2000
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    So what if I decided to force-grow my hair. What's it to ya? It's one of the perks of being a Jedi. Punks.

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