To Live Life as Strangers --JA (**Special Editon** repost)

Well, sorry about this odd posting time, but I'll up it up in the morning for people who miss it. Also, you will probably hate either Gimpy or maybe even myself after you read this post...it's a lovely cliff hanger (haha)

Have fun and I'll bring this up to the top again.

BTW- might want a tissue

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Two more of the creatures jumped from the sides, together being more than enough to keep the Jedi occupied when one touch meant certain death.

Qui-Gon set the boy down and pushed him down behind a crate. ?Stay there,? he ordered curtly before whirling to join the fray. The wraith Narshia had cut was hovering in the background, the black slit across its stomach already beginning to close. Narshia and Obi-Wan were each involved with one of the remaining wraiths and Qui-Gon engaged the hurt one before it could join the battle and team up against the Jedi.

Qui-Gon lunged forward and then darted back to avoid the wraith?s clammy touch. He immersed himself in the Force, keeping track of where everyone else was and keeping track of the creatures as best he could lest one of them slip up behind him. It was a harder fight than would seem possible against an unarmed opponent. He easily cut the wraith enough times to have killed it but had to continually retreat from the life-sucking touch, giving the creature the time it needed to begin healing itself.

Narshia and Obi-Wan didn?t seem to having much more luck. Obi-Wan whirled and ducked around the wraith, more busy trying to stay away from its grasping fingers than going on the offensive. They were over by the far wall, fairly close to the stack of crates where the boy was hidden. The young Jedi was slowly backing the creature into the wall. The wraith drew back, his red eyes narrowing as it crouched. Obi-Wan tensed, holding his lightsaber up and ready for the smallest movement.

The wraith pushed off the wall behind it and shot forwards at an incredible speed, a blood-curdling screech pulling its lips back in a snarl as it headed straight for the teenager. Surprise flickered quickly across the teenager?s face and Qui-Gon?s heart threatened to stop. At that speed the Jedi?s lightsaber probably wouldn?t do more than slow the wraith?s indistinct form and the creature would land right on top of Obi-Wan.

The teenager threw himself to the side just in time, the wraith streaking past him just inches away. The Jedi hit the ground hard, the impact sending his lightsaber clattering a few meters away. Obi-Wan moaned and lifted his head, his eyes focusing on the metal hilt of his lightsaber, a few meters away on the smooth floor, out of reach. He twisted his head in the other direction and saw the wraith peering at him from just a few feet away. It bent its knees in a crouch, preparing to jump.

Obi-Wan reached out his hand and used the Force to call his lightsaber to him, but Narshia was suddenly in front of him, violet blade flashing. The wraith hissed and backed away nursing the black cut on its arm and watching her with reptilian eyes.

A frightened scream pierced the air and several eyes turned towards the sound. It was the only distraction Qui-Gon needed and quick as lightning he darted forward, his humming blade cutting once, twice, three times through his opponent?s chest in long arcs. The wraith shrieked and sank to the ground, unable to heal all of the wounds in time to save itself. Qui-Gon turned to see who had screamed in the first place

Narshia was busy fighting one wraith while Obi-Wan clambered to his feet, his powered down saber in his hand. A meter from him the small boy was huddled against a crate, frozen in place as he stared up at the wraith looming over him. Qui-Gon leapt forward, but even as he did so knew that he was too far away to reach them in time.

Obi-Wan, however, was not. The padawan ignited his saber as he leaped forward, crossing the distance in seconds to lung forward and halt the wraith?s attack, at the same time reaching back a hand to push the boy

 

*Takes deep breath*

Ok,Susie, you know you're lucky I've already read this.....or you'd be in trouble!! Yeah, I know you're not the author, but you do have the posts....which makes you our best buddy

NNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Obi can't die!!! He just can't!! He's Obi-Wan Kenobi for crying out loud!! Even when he did die he still helped kick Vader's and Sidious's butt!!

Ok, I think I'm done ranting now....

 

I'm glad I read this too! But it's SOOOOO sad!

LOL M!!!

OK, I can wait till the next post...somehow...

And no spoilers to those who have read it, I promise!

 

Nooooooooooooooo!!!!!!! Obi-Wan!!!!!!!!!!!



Ohhhh... and with a cliffhanger, too!

Obi can't be dead - he just can't! And I've never read this before, so I don't know what's going to happen! (but don't tell me anyone! )

It's nice to know that Qui realizes that he still kept loving Obi-Wan, but isn't it a little late now?

I can't wait for the next post!

 

Just bringing this back to the top for everyone else.

I'm glad I'm not the author too because death threats aren't my thing Well, I haven't got any yet, but if I was Gimpy they'd be coming in full force

 

*CRIES* No no no no no NO!*BANGS HEAD ON DESK* NO! *Kicks Qui-Gon* STUPID JERK! ABOUT TWO SECONDS TOO LATE DO YOU REALIZE IT!

*Qui-Gon sits up* Gimpy, you and I need to have a talk. True I am pretty...*Renton glares at him* okay I'm as dumb as you can get okay? Are you happy now Renton? All of you reading this? You happy that I admit to the fact I am not the sharpest tack in the box?

*Renton kicks him again* Yes, now anyone else up for a game of Kick-The-Master?

 

Nooooooooooooooo!!!! You can't just leave it there, I want more and I want it now! **Starts throwing a tantrum**

 

I need more!

 

Renton too funny!!! Goodness, the people in the my store must think I'm crazy! There will be the next post later tonight once i get off work. Sorry that my posts come so much later than Gimpy's but it's this blasted job.

<sigh> So, look for the next installment of Gimpy's story tonight.

 

Hey guys. Here's the newest part.

Recommendations: Tissues, a nice pair of shoes to, if you like, kick Qui-Gon and more tissues

Enjoy!!!

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?Suddenly, I?m not half the man I used to be
There?s a shadow hanging over me
Oh yesterday came suddenly?
~ ?Yesterday? by The Beatles


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Present

Qui-Gon stared at the computer terminal through a haze of tears. The memories were so painful; it was only yesterday that he had watched Obi-Wan give his life for the boy. Only yesterday, but it felt like years. Lonely years.

How could he have been so blind? Qui-Gon berated himself. He had been so caught up with his own hurt that he hadn?t even really dwelled on how much grief it would cause Obi-Wan or if he was doing the right thing. He had meditated for hours to find calmness and strength, but had he ever really meditated over whether or not it was the right decision?

Or had he been determined from the start to dissolve their Master-Padawan bond?

Now, later, Qui-Gon could go back and rationally examine everything that had happened. When Obi-Wan had left the Jedi to help the Young of Melida/Daan Qui-Gon had been torn to shreds inside. It had hurt almost more than Xanatos, because even though that dark haired youth had renounced everything Qui-Gon had ever taught him for the Dark Side, that had been his own temptation and not his master?s, something it had taken the Jedi a long time to come to grips with. Obi-Wan?s departure, however, he had nothing to blame on except himself.

Obi-Wan had left because Qui-Gon had never been a good master. A teacher, yes. He had taught him Jedi values and thinking, as well as how to fight. But had he ever been a true master? A surrogate parent and mentor? He had never shown Obi-Wan true love or compassion, so why would the boy want to stay when he had found love and friendship elsewhere, offered so freely?

Yes, the boy had made a decision and it was his decision, but had Qui-Gon left him much of a choice?

When Obi-Wan returned, Qui-Gon received a second chance. Only now, he wasn?t sure he wanted to take it. He had been proven a failure twice, and being a failure wasn?t something the Jedi Master took lightly or was used to. He did not like the feelings it brought. He was too afraid of betrayal to trust or love, and too afraid of yet another failure to make the effort. Obi-Wan deserved someone who could, so he had given the boy up.

Qui-Gon slowly rose and stalked to the refresher to splash some cold water on his face. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes dull and lifeless while his jaw clenched and unclenched.

How in the Force could he have been so wrong?!

Qui-Gon saw clearly now that he and Obi-Wan were meant to be together. Circumstances had proven it time and again but Qui-Gon, being the stubborn old fool he was, couldn?t admit it. And now it was too late, Obi-Wan was dead. He had died a broken boy, believing that his former master didn?t care.

His hand tightened into a fist and before Qui-Gon realized what he was doing his arm shot out and connected with his reflection in the mirror over the sink. It shattered with a satisfying crash, scattering glass over the counter and onto the floor. His knuckles were bleeding, but the Jedi Master didn?t care. He turned and left the room.

Nothing would ever be right again.


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Narshia pushed a few stray blond hairs out of her eyes and splashed cold water on her face, trying to pat away the swollen redness around her eyes. Realizing it wasn?t helping much, Narshia gave up with a sigh and instead settled for trying to just appear somewhat calm and collected. Force knew how many hours of meditation it had taken to reach even that.

She slid into the seat at the computer terminal and sent in a call to the Jedi Temple of Coruscant. She had to alert the Council as to what had

 

How in the Force could he have been so wrong?!

*KICKING QUI-GON RELENTLESSLY* BECAUSE YOU ARE A LAME EXCUSE FOR A JEDI MASTER!!!!!!! *KICKING HIM AGAIN*

Yoda: Stop you must, Renton!
Renton: But Master Yoda in all due respect. It's Qui-Gon, and well you've been reading Gimpy's story!
Yoda: A point you have. How feel you Qui-Gon?
Qui-Gon: *Mutters* Like I'm getting kicked in the stomach.
Yoda: Hear you I did not. *Starts kicking with Renton.* Asked you I did. How feel you? *Continues kicking*
Qui-Gon: LIKE I'M THE BIGGEST IDIOT IN THE TEMPLE!
Yoda: See through you I can, idiot you are.
*Qui-Gon scrambles away*
Yoda: Fun this is Renton! Council Members I must try on.
Renton: *Whispers in Yoda's ear* Adi Galla is being a idiot in Lwy'yna's story.
*Yoda rubs his hands together*

 

LOL Renton!

*Starts kicking Qui also*

Ashley: How dare you be sooo STUPID!!!!!! How could you abandon our dear boy?? How?

Qui: Take it easy!

Ashley: I will NOT take it easy!!!!! YOU MUST PAY!

*Beats Qui unconscious then locks him in a storage shed*

Mwahahahahaha!!!

This story makes me tear up every time I read it!!!!

 

Well, while I can't quite get to the kicking Qui-Gon stage, I just love him too much , I can't help but feel the Force is giving him a well deserved dose of his own medicene. If only Obi-Wan didn't have to die! Hmmm, on the other hand we should be getting some good Qui angst soon.

 

LOL Renton!!

" Can the healers bring my Padawan back from the dead?" So sad........
More please!!

 

LOL Renton and KenobisGirl!

*sniff* Darn! No tissues left!

 

"Nothing would ever be right again."

*kicks Qui-Gon a few times with Renton and KenobisGirl*

Qui-Gon? You and I need to have a little private talk...

*grabs him and takes him into a closed room. Sounds of crashing stuff are heard... comes out and dumps Qui-Gon on the floor for Renton and KenobisGirl to kick some more.*

So, when's the next post?

 

my computer has been in the shop for a week and i come back to this.... <blink> ummm I think I need to try and breath... yes that would be good.... goood heavens how on earth could you do it?! of course it's not earth but still.... ahhhhhhhhgh!

 

*Renton continues to kick Qui-Gon*

Boy this is kinda threaputic.

 

I remember this story!

Alright! Up!

Are we still kicking Master Jinn? ';' Ah well.. (Kick!)

 

I loved this story when I found it in an archive, and I love it still. This has to be one of the best rocky-relationship ficts ever. Qui is a jerk, but a lovable and a pitiful jerk, and Obi pulls at all my heart strings. And Obi's new master is a great character.

I also love the new scenes. Is the scene with Qui breaking the mirror new? It was a very powerful moment, and I don't remember it.

I can't wait to reread the rest of the story. It's a real treat to revisit a classic tale.

 

Egads! I'm sorry for no post last night guys! Goodness it's not even my story and I don't post on time Well, because of that, there's another post attached to this one that will be coming right after this one...at about 2:30 today.

Enjoy!!

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Qui-Gon and Narshia were silent as they made their way down to the now familiar streets of the wraith's territory. Narshia was lost in thought, the vision of what had happened the last time they were here running through her head. Qui-Gon was pale and somewhat drawn, his face the visage of grief etched in stone although he seemed to be more at peace with himself than before.

Together they walked purposefully through the warren of tunnels, this time led by grim intent rather than the beckoning call of a trap. They headed unwaveringly into the underground tomb, determined that the last wraith would perish that very afternoon no longer just for the populace of Riftan, but for Obi-Wan as well. They walked in contemplative, sad silence as thought escorting a funeral casket on its way to the grave. Maybe they were. There was no bright innocence or questioning smile to dim the evil of the world around them anymore.

The two Jedi found themselves once again in that fateful warehouse. The stacks of crates stood before them like silent sentinels over a solemn grave. Both avoided looking at the small, nondescript patch of concrete where the image of Obi-Wan still remained in their minds.

No! Qui-Gon gave a small shake of his head and pushed those memories away. He didn't want to think about that now. They had to concentrate if they wanted to destroy the last wraith. Narshia and he walked to the center of the large room, disengaged lightsabers held loosely in their hands and senses at full alert.

The only warning they had was a small buzzing flicker in the web of the Force before the wraith was upon them. It jumped towards Qui-Gon, a blue streak screaming through the air towards him. The tall Jedi ducked down and ignited his brilliant green blade, thrusting it over his head as the wraith shot by. The wraith shrieked furiously as it landed on the other side of him, a black gash running down its chest. The small pink tongue flicked in and out, the edges of the wounds beginning to seal together as both Jedi whirled to face it.

Qui-Gon didn't give it time to finish healing completely. He dashed forward, slashing low and then darting back. The wraith writhed beneath his blade, flashes of blue whirling and twisting, trying to get away and trying to get close enough to drain Qui-Gon's life force.

Narshia joined the battle seconds later, fighting the wraith from another side. The wraith seemed to know it couldn't last long against these odds; it was beginning to flicker to a lighter shade of blue. Quick as lightning it darted under Qui-Gon's saber, diving for his shins. Qui-Gon jumped back, crashing into the stack of crates behind him and sending a few toppling down on top of them. Although empty, the wooden boxes were still heavy and he could only watch Narshia fight the wraith by herself while he dug himself out.

The wraith was gaining more strength by the second with only one opponent to contend with. Narshia attacked smoothly and quickly only to have the creature dance out of the way, only catching the very tip of the lightsaber and producing the smallest of black scratches that closed up in seconds.

The wraith bent at the knees, transferring its weight to the balls of its feet as it prepared to jump. Narshia dropped lower into a defensive stance, her face scrunched up in concentration. The wraith flew towards her like a wound spring suddenly released, lips pulled back in a snarl to reveal the black hole inside. Too fast! Qui-Gon thought as he pushed the last crate away. Her lightsaber wouldn't stop the wraith's smoky body and he saw a replay of Obi-Wan's death in his mind.

Narshia seemed to have the same thought. Right before the creature reached her she dove to the sid

 

What a cliff hanger..

 

Ohhhh... a cliffhanger! And I think I'll have to wait until tomorrow to read the next post, because I have to go soon for practice!

Please post soon anyway for everyone else!