To Live Life as a Stranger - *A JA fanfic*

Love this story, I do.

 

That was so.. so.. so corny

Loved the slip of the tongue!

How's Erik?

 

Oh, how sweet! I could almost wish for Narshia to have a story of her own, with her new Padawan. She deserves to be happy, too.

 

Glad it's not over yet! PHEWWW! Please post more! That last post was just SUuuwEET! PLEASE POST MORE!
p.s. You're KKKKKKOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLL

 

Oh my gosh! that was a wonderful post!(the last 2 actually) I'm so glad that they got back together and I'm glad narshia isn't too upset. my sithly computer was acting up so I couldn't read them until now. I look forward to the next posts!

 

Heheh, *LOL* everyone! I'm glad you're all enjoying the mush so much! Here ya go!
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Qui-Gon awoke suddenly and sat up ramrod straight in his bed. What had awoken him? He reached along the slowly strengthening bond that connected him to Obi-Wan and felt the distress, confusion and horror in his Padawan?s mind. //Obi-Wan!// He called out both mentally and physically. There was no answer.

Qui-Gon swept the bedcovers to the side and swiftly stood. He ran down the short hallway to Obi-Wan?s room, his concern growing with every step. The teenager wasn?t responding to his mental hails.

Qui-Gon burst into Obi-Wan?s room. The young Jedi lay on his bed, the sheets tangled around him. His face was dotted with sweat and he mumbled something over his breath. Qui-Gon felt some of his worry drain away; it was just a nightmare. Yet at the same time, all of his fatherly instincts clicked into overdrive at the sight and feel of his Padawan in so much mental distress.

Qui-Gon knelt beside the trembling boy and laid a cold hand on his forehead before reaching out across their Force bond to touch his mind. It was dark. It was dark, and a black, gusty wind swirled around him, carrying the moaning and shrieking of hundreds of voices. Somewhere off in the distances, the bloodthirsty scream of a wraith sounded. ?Obi-Wan!? Qui-Gon called. A fog swirled up around him, and when it passed he saw a small, whimpering figure huddled on the ground.

?Obi-Wan!? Qui-Gon knelt beside him.
Obi-Wan looked up, his face that of a frightened and confused child. He clung to Qui-Gon. ?Help me! Please, help me!? There was absolutely no recognition in his voice or eyes, just plain terror.

For a while I couldn?t remember who, what or where I was. Obi-Wan?s words came floating back to Qui-Gon. He suddenly realized that the teenager was reliving his first moments in Erik?s mind. Qui-Gon grabbed him by the shoulders. ?Obi-Wan, it?s me! It?s Qui-Gon! It?s only a dream, Padawan.?

Obi-Wan recognized him. ?No, it?s not Master!? he said wildly. ?No, please you have to help me, I?m lost??

Qui-Gon reached out and engulfed Obi-Wan?s small hand in his large one. ?Padawan, it?s only a nightmare. I want you to come with me, follow me. I?ll help you out.? Qui-Gon led Obi-Wan back through the mist and wailing gusts of wind, the teenager shrinking against him until they made it through.

Obi-Wan snapped upright in bed, his whole body tense. He saw Qui-Gon sitting there and immediately melted into his arms, sobbing against him. Qui-Gon held him, rocking him gently as if the young Jedi were a baby. ?Shhh. It?s okay, Obi-Wan. It was only a nightmare. You?re safe now.? Qui-Gon knew that in the coming weeks there would most likely be more nightmares. But he would be here to help Obi-Wan through every single one of them.
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Two - count 'em TWO - posts left!!

 

Oooooooh, how sweet . . . .poor obi. only TWO? AHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

 

Sigh
Sweet.

 

Loved the post, sad to see there are only 2 post left

 

THAT was soooo sweet! ONLY TWO! Well, then, you had BETTER have some new ideas running in that Gimpy mind of your! I love your work, and it would just not be acceptable to only have one story by you going at a time Post more soon, cuz if your gonna hafta end this, I want to know what happens next!
p.s. You're Exceptional

 

Ooh, that post was beautiful. But poor Obi.
And poor us readers, with only two posts left. But I am looking forward to them all the same.

 

THat was great Gimpy! Loved the *mushiness* yes, I'm a sucker for it all. And only 2 more left? I'm almost afraid to ask for them, then it will be over!
*raises her hand slightly* "You *will* make this story last forever!" Aww, too bad the mind tricks don't work on other Jedi!

 

I'm glad to hear that you're enjoying the story so much, everyone! I know you all must be devastated that it's so near the end but I do have a few ideas running around in my head for another one. It probably will be a little while before I have time to start it, though. You should all be proud - in all my plans for it so far, I'm not going to kill Obi-Wan off!!
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Obi-Wan put his hands on his hips and mock-glared at Qui-Gon. ?What are you hiding, Master??

Qui-Gon hid a smile. ?I?m not hiding anything, Padawan.?

Obi-Wan made a face. ?Liar.?

?Brat,? Qui-Gon said affectionately. ?Now set the table, Obi-Wan,? he instructed, stirring a pan on the stove. ?Four places for dinner tonight.?

?I knew it!? Obi-Wan said accusingly. He grinned impishly at Qui-Gon. ?Who?s coming??

Qui-Gon looked at him stubbornly. ?I?m not saying.?

Obi-Wan pulled out the dishes and began setting the table. ?That?s not fair, Master,? he pouted.

Qui-Gon smirked. ?I guess you?ll just have to wait, won?t you Obi-Wan?? Inside the Jedi Master was grinning. He tried to be more open with his feelings now, and found that he was enjoying it.

?What are you making, Master?? Obi-Wan asked curiously, leaning over his shoulder to get a whiff of the brew.

?Roasted dewback stew,? Qui-Gon said.

Obi-Wan made a face. ?Let me go stand by the door to warn them to run while they have a chance.?

Qui-Gon glared at him. ?Obi-Wan, if you want a head start, then I suggest you start running.?

Obi-Wan squealed and took off running, Qui-Gon in close pursuit. The Jedi Master cornered him in the sitting room, both of them eyeing the single chair between them. Obi-Wan darted to the right and Qui-Gon moved to block him off, giving a small yelp of surprise as the smaller Jedi darted through his legs.

Qui-Gon whirled and continued the chase, swooping down on the boy before he made it through the doorway to the kitchen. Qui-Gon threw Obi-Wan over his shoulder and carried the squirming teenager to his room, dumping him onto the bed. The large Jedi stood back and crossed his arms while Obi-Wan wriggled and squirmed on the bed, holding his sides and laughing until tears streamed down his cheeks. ?No, Master!? he gasped in between laughs. ?Plea- please stop! My stomach is starting to hu-? Obi-Wan collapsed into another fit of laughter.

Qui-Gon struggled to keep a smile from creeping onto his face. ?Say it, Obi-Wan.?

Obi-Wan shook his head. ?No,? he gasped, and then doubled over laughing again.

Qui-Gon made his face even sterner. ?Say it, Padawan.?

Obi-Wan rolled from the bed to the floor, laughing the whole way. ?Okay, okay-? he panted. ?I?ll say it I?ll say it!? He shrieked like a girl as another spasm of laughter shot through him. ?Your...your roasted dewback stew...is...is the best in the...in the galaxy. Please, Master stop!?

Qui-Gon finally allowed himself to smile as he stopped Force-tickling Obi-Wan through their bond. He held out a hand and helped the teenager up. Obi-Wan groaned and held a hand to his belly. ?My stomach hurts, Master,? he complained.

Qui-Gon grinned. ?That?s what you get for insulting my stew, Padawan.? It was a favorite joke between them; Qui-Gon?s roasted dewback stew was Obi-Wan?s favorite meal, even though it slightly resembled Master Yoda?s famous gruel. Just the thought of that stuff made Qui-Gon shudder.

The two Jedi walked back to the kitchen. Qui-Gon had just finished laying the food out on the table when there was a knock on the door. ?Why don?t you get the door, Obi-Wan?? Qui-Gon called, hiding a smile.

Obi-Wan didn?t need a second invitation. He darted for the door, wondering who it was that Qui-Gon had invited for dinner. He slapped the door panel and then smiled with delight when he saw who it was.

?Hello, Obi-Wan,? Narshia said with a smile. ?May we come in??

?Sure,? Obi-Wan said with a grin. He pushed the door open as Qui-Gon stepped through the kitchen door.

Narshia nodded at him and then pushed the small figu

 

Hey, this is still Ejedir, for more info, go see the thread I started under Ejedir2, I'm still mad at myself.

That was great Your Gimpyness! I love it. So, he's YOUR Qui-Gon now? I quote you "Just the thought of the stuff my Qui-Gon shudder". It's awesome anyhow! I just thought that was kinda funny Post the *sniff* last one soon

p.s. You're AMAZING

 

Absolutely Great!

 

I love to see them happy and playful. And you write it so well. Only one more to go.
that makes me so sad.

This has been such an amazing good story!!!

 

Force tickling? ROFLOL! I wish I could do that!

 

That was so awesome! I'm so glad Qui and Obi are getting to have some fun together, after everything they went through in this story. I hate to see it end, it's been so wonderful.

 

Oh, sweet! I just love it when Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon tease each other! And I knew, too, that Erik was going to end up with Narshia, but that didn't hurt the ending at all. An excellent, imaginative story, and I can't wait for your next one!

 

Awww, so sweet. And I KNEW IT. lol
Great post. Now post the last post on yours,since I just posted the last one on mine.

 

Wow! I'm so glad that all of you have enjoyed the story so much! JKOW, your wish is my command. Here's the last scene, although it's rather short. I just added it in on a whim, because it finishes up the last post just perfectly. Here ya go!
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Qui-Gon gave a contented sigh and sank back deeper in the soft couch. Dinner had been wonderful and they had sat around chatting for an hour afterwards. And now...Qui-Gon gave another content sigh. Now the dishes were done, he could relax, and he was very full. He needed to be very careful, Qui-Gon thought drowsily. It would be too easy to fall asleep here.

A tired but happy Obi-Wan shuffled into the room. He yawned sleepily and dropped onto the couch beside Qui-Gon. ?Tonight was fun, Master. Thank you.?

Qui-Gon smiled warmly at him. ?I?m glad you enjoyed yourself, Obi-Wan.?

The teenager leaned against the Jedi Master, his eyes slowly drifting shut. For a moment Qui-Gon thought he was asleep until the young Jedi spoke up suddenly, his eyes still closed. ?I?m glad I?m you?re Padawan again.?

The simple, straightforward comment warmed Qui-Gon?s heart. ?I?m glad as well, Padawan,? he said softly. Qui-Gon lay there as Obi-Wan?s breathing became deeper and more regular. Then he shift positions so that Obi-Wan?s head was resting on his shoulder in a more comfortable manner. Qui-Gon treasured the rightness of it all, of spending time with Obi-Wan. He sighed again. Just a few minutes and then I?ll get up and put Obi-Wan to bed.

Qui-Gon looked down at the angelic, sleeping face on his shoulder, brushing the spiky hair back. He knew that he would never let Obi-Wan go again. They were truly destined to be together: Master and Padawan, teacher and student, mentor and friend, father and son. Father and son. Qui-Gon?s lips twitched up in one last smile at his last coherent thought before his eyes drifted shut and he slipped into unconsciousness. Father and son.
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That's it! that's the end!! What did ya all think?

 

AWWWWWWW!!!!
SOooo sweet! I loved this story gimpy!
Thank you for sharing it with us!
Anymore in the works?

 

That can't be the end! This story is so sweet and cool!

 

Beautiful, nicely wrapped up. Thanks for the story, do you have any other in the works?????

 

AWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWwwww!!!!!!!!