Torn- Obi's Sick &Dying, as usual,Obi torture/angst, Qui angst, H/C-PS 11/20

Come on Obi-Wannabe! Not another cliffe.

Those last posts were absolutly awesome though. Oh, and this story isn't at all predictable.

 

OK I'm upping this and also serving special notice from the authoress that there WILL be a post later on today.

 

Arldetta: Shh don't worry you find out what Jahene learned in the start of the next post and I promise you it's juicy!
Arwen: You'll see what happens soon!
Seven: Yup screaming's a great frustration reliever. So's shredding papers to bits.
Jedi Bounty: Sorry I seem to take to cliffies like a fish to water. Thanks.

Jehane pulled out a datapad.

"Read this," she said. He
took it tentatively refusing to allow his hands to shake. On the datapad was a report describing Arrosian Jungle Fever. It mentioned all the symptoms Obi-wan had exhibited plus several he hadn't yet begun to show. Among these were hallucinations and deppression, in addition to physical pain and weakness. Another stab of anguish bit into his heart. His Padawan didn't desserve to have to suffer through anything like this. Really no one did. Forcing himself to concentrate Qui-gon read on. The record went on to describe briefly a few cases of this disease. The reports were very discouraging. It had begun its spread from Fiotgarra to the rest of Leeb-Arroe and finally, even, offworld in a few instances. Most of the victims had died within a month, some had lasted slightly longer.

But then, about fifty standard years ago, a mysterious development had first been noted. Fifty years ago an Arrosian scientist from the Northern region of Rustel had come down with the disease and disappeared, presumed dead. Seven years later he had reappeared in Fiotgarra, fully healed and barely even remembering ever having contracted the sickness. No one, healer or scientist or Fiotgarran medicine man, had been able to find out what had gone on with him. Over the next few decades three more people, ill with jungle fever, had miraculously been cured of it. The only link appeared to be the fact that all of the suvivor's had been in or near the Fiotgarra region. The government of Arroe denied any knowledge of what had happened and the chieftains of Fiotgarra knew nothing of it either, or if they did they refused to say so.

Nontheless, to Qui-gon's way of thinking, this was a ray of light, the first real hope he had found. They found a cure, so can we. We'll find something, some way to save Obi-wan.....

Aloud he asked, "Did they ever find out what those survivors did to counteract the disease?"

Jehane shook her head.

"They never did. Many people- healers, researchers- have looked into it but no one ever found anything. It's one of the most baffling unsolved mysteries in the galaxy..."

She stopped abruptly as she realized just how badly she was dashing all his hopes. As a healer Jehane knew that the few survivors of this sickness had probably only recovered because of a fluke. She knew that there was no way her one insignificant finding could help the sick boy. She was aware that even if there were some unhearof cure, there was no way to get it in time to save Obi-wan's life. But she was also aware of the fact that she had never been in this situation. She had never lost a loved one like this, forced to watch helplessly as they departed forever. She had only to look into the Jedi's pain-filled face to know that for once all her knowledge did absolutely no good. She knew this, and she was ashamed of it.

"I'm sorry. I'll keep searching through everything just in case- if you really believe- in the even that there is something that can be done."

Qui-gon merely nodded.

"Excuse me, Jehane. I must go."

He turned and crossed the room back to his Padawan's side. Careful not to wake him, he placed his hand over the boy's own and fought back the urge to immediately put in a call to Nab Lamel on Coruscant and start pleading with him to hurry.

 

WAHOO!!! PROGRES!!!

*does happy dance*

 

wahoo, find something!!!

...ok so im not much of a conversationalist tonite... ack i used a big word!!

Till Later~
Siri

 

Qui-gon stop waisting time!! Get Obi to that forest STAT! Right? That is where they have to go isn't it? Post soon!!

 

Yippee! More posties soon please!

 

I've been lurking, but I have to say I love your story!

Qui Gon, save Obi fast!

Great post, obi-wannabe

 

OK I scrounged up the next post, and I gotta say I love all of you guys for reading but I'm afraid it MIGHT get a wee bit choppy from here on in. I'm going back to school Thursday, will try not to let it interfere with my fics in the long run but in the short term I might not be on quite as much.
Arwen: Well I'd make a cheeky comment but I better not since I don't want to give ANYTHING away.
Siri: Right maybe they're onto just a little something.
Arldetta: You'll see soon!
Seven: OK will try.
Jedi_Suzuran: I'm very grateful for the kind words and I have to ask one thing of you: Please don't lurk on my story. I need the feedback and I promise I don't bite. All I do is write nice personal responses.

OK here goes.





He turned and crossed the room back to his Padawan's side. Careful not to wake him, he placed his hand over the boy's own and fought back the urge to immediately put in a call to Nab Lamel on Coruscant and start pleading with him to hurry. He closed his eyes and tried to meditate. All things considering, Jehane's discovery had been good news, or as good as it could possibly be in this situation. If necessary he was certain the planetary governor of Leeb-Arroe, Tlewunn Agruv, would be willing to help him. After all the Jedi moderation had been an important factor in preventing the breakout of civil war. If only he had learned more about the Fiotgarra province, perhaps he would have come across something potentially useful. However Fiotgarra was a small province with few representatives in the Arrosian government, therefore they did not have much say in most matters. It was also doubtful that the average Fiotgarran would know much about a rare sickness that had just happened to originate in their region. And yet Qui-Gon's instincts told him that there was more to this than met the eye. Perhaps he should look through records of Fiotgarra's history, just in case....

Gently squeezing his Padawan's hand one more time, he stood up and strode quietly out of the room. Looking around he saw that Jehane was busy with another patient in one of the other chambers, so he waited quietly just outside the door. She glanced up once and gave him a look that said she would be right there. When she was done with the other patient- a young girl with a leg injury- she got up and came over to him.

"What is it?" she asked with a mild note of worry in her voice.

"I'd like to see the records you showed me before, dealing with the Fiotgarra jungle fever. If you don't mind I'd like to go from there and do some crosschecking of my own. I can't do nothing."

"I understand," Jehane said, pulling the datapad out of the pocket of her simple tunic. "And I really do sympathize. Please believe me."

Qui-Gon nodded. He could sense that the healer too felt helpless and saddened by Obi-Wan's condition, but right now he didn't need sympathy. He needed an answer. There had to be something that could be done. It was the same argument he'd turned over in his mind dozens of times. There had to be, and he would find it.

Thanking Jehane, he took the datapad and returned to his Padawan's room.

 

Ooooooooo, I hope Qui finds something, and fast!!

 

Come on Qui!! Get your butt moving!! Obi's couting on you

 

N e slower and he'd be going backwards!!!

Come on!!!

Till Later~
Siri

 

Love you, Qui, but hurry up, will ya?
Obi needs you!
Another great post.

 

Not soon enough!! Qui just take Obi back to the Fiotgarra Forrest!! Hurry! My Obi is dying!

 

Astro Don't worry, I'm just not going to tell you anything that might give away what comes next.
Arwen: Ha, yeah I'm prodding Qui along in my own way too.
Siri: Lol.
Jedi_Suzuran: I agree and I'm very glad to have you on board so to speak.
Arldetta: Don't worry you'll see what happens soon enough.

OK now two things: Tomorrow I start school. I should be able to use that to my advantage and get a nice writing-during-class system going eventually but the first few days might be a wee bit choppy. Two: I don't mean to be improper in any way OR to look like I'm begging for readers but I was just wondering if anyone wouldn't like to check out the one post fic that I did, Never Again? It's very sad but some people, if you're enjoying this, might like it.


Thanking Jehane, he took the datapad and returned to his Padawan's room. Obi-wan was still sleeping, more lightly however than before. He was clutching several layers of blankets to him as if even in his slumber the chill would not stop tormenting him. Perhaps it was only Qui-gon's imagination, but he thought that his Apprentice's ashen face had a mournful look to it. The Jedi's throat constricted as another wave of grief and despair surged over him. He couldn't lose Obi-wan, not now after they had already come through so much. He had to find a way to save him. He had to.
Desperately he went over every bit of informatin contained in the records Jehane had found. The small group of people wo had survived the fever was made up of seven, all of whom were human. After reading and rereading every scrap of detail he could find about them in the medical records, he decided to search for them all individually in the attempt to pinpoint some connection. Half an hour later he was still sifting through data from various sources. So far Qui-gon had not come across anything particularly useful and was only more baffled than before. Of the seven survivors five had been noted to have memory loss after being cured of the disease. Three had gone to Leeb-Arroe. Only one had lived there, in the Fiotgarra region. The others had all been from different corners of the galaxy. There appeared to be no rhyme or reason to it, and hope was fading fast.
Another glance at his Padawan, so young and helpless looking, and his resolve strengthened. There must be a way to stop this sickness. Perhaps it was time to place a call to the Arrosian government, or Jedi healer Nab Lamel, or both.
Qui-gon put away the datapad, stood up and sat down again restlessly. He tried to calm himself but being calm was so difficult when he knew that his Padawan, the boy he had come to love and care for as a son, might not survive.
Obi-wan was stirring slightly, moaning softly in his sleep and shifting about on the narrow bed. Qui-gon reached out with the Force to try and lull him back to sleep but it was too late. The Padawan had already awoken. His eyes opened hesitantly and flicked around the room, finally settling on his Master's face.
"Master," he asked in a whisper, "what is it? Did you find anything out?"
"Yes, we did." Quickly he explained all that he and Jehane had learned, giving it the most optimistic spin that he could muster. Despite this he could see that Obi-wan somehow understood how unlikely it was that anything could be done to help him. He knew his Master was grasping at anything to prevent what he, Obi-wan, had already come to terms with- his own imminent death.
"Do you think any of this can actually do anything?" the boy asked quietly.
Qui-gon answered somewhat hesitantly. At this point he didn't know what he thought. But he had to seem hopeful, didn't he? At least for his Padawan's sake he did.
"Yes I do."
Obi-wan gave him an intense look, as if wondering whether his Master were lying to him for the first time in he didn't know how long. He started to say something but an intense spasm of pain shot through him and he gritted his teeth to keep from crying aloud. Unthinkingly, Qui-gon reached out to hold him and at the same time r

 

"He knew his Master was grasping at anything to prevent what he, Obi-wan, had already come to terms with- his own imminent death."





My poor Obi!

 

MORE!! MORE!! MORE!!

Please heal the poor boy soon.

 

Find something already!!!

Honestly if u keep sitting back down u aint gunna get very far!!

Obviously... sigh..

Till Later~
Siri

 

Obi!
Poor Obi!
I'm saying that a lot.
Poor Qui too.
Another goodie.

 

Astro: ~sympathetic smile~
Arldetta: OK I'm trying, I'm trying.
Siri: Right I AM working on it....
Jedi_Suzuran: Yeah I end up saying those two a lot also. > Thanks.

OK guys I dunno what I should do with this.... It strikes me as being pretty messed up now.... D'you guys want more or should I go back and fix up what I got first?

 

~monotone~ you left me hanging again. I'm not impressed. More please.

YES! MORE!!! You gotta have more somewhere!

 

Just get more soon!! I don't think it's messy

 

Seven and Arwen: Thanks, both of you. Apparently starting school has, so far, been good for writing. Writing during class is great man. I got quite a lot written today, I'm just not going to type out all of it yet- gotta save some for tomorrow. I promise to get it moving along a wee bit faster from now on guys. SO to the post....

It didn't help much. Even the healing touch of the Force did little to help the boy. He choked back a moan and clenched his fists. Qui-gon held him, never pausing his focussing of his mind and of the Force, but in his heart he was near despair. The Jedi fervently wished there were something more he could do for his Padawan.
Eventually Obi-wan's spasm ended. His Master continued to hold him as his body slowly relaxed. He was still very weak, shuddering from pain and cold. Sweat beaded his brow.
"I'm so sorry, Master," he said in a shaky voice, looking up into Qui-gon's eyes. The older man held his gaze sadly.
"What in the galaxy have you to be sorry for?"
Obi-wan sighed.
"For going and getting sick on you, Master, just when you don't need it. For not being strong enough to fight this thing off and get well."
Qui-gon held his Apprentice even closer. A little voice in the back of his mind whispered that this was a killing sickness and not something that could so easily be fought off. But he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud, becuse saying it out loud would make it true. He couldn't take that.
Instead he said, "Don't apologize, Padawan. Don't blame yourself. This is not your fault, And above all don't give up fighting. Promise me you won't?"
Obi-wan nodded weakly.
"Yes Master, I promise."
The Jedi squeezed his shoulder.
"Don't be afraid." He tried to put as much confidence as he could muster into his voice. "We'll find a way to save you. I know we will."
An almost imperceptible nod was the only answer he got from Obi-wan. Despite not having left the boy's side for the past several hours, Qui-gon was still shocked at the boy's weakness. In just a few hours he had gone from being his usual strong self to being deathly ill and frighteningly frail. Force, he had to find some way to save him. He just couldn't lose his Padawan. Not knowing what else to do, the Jedi had already decided to contact Governor Tlewunn Agruv on Leeb-Arroe. Perhaps, since the disease, ostensibly, came from his world, he would know where to turn.
He said as much, out loud, to Obi-wan. The Apprentice, so exhausted that he was already asleep, murmured something absently. Qui-gon felt sorry to leave the boy alone, even if only for a few minutes, but he didn't see what else he could do. He had to do this. He stood up to walk over to the comm station but the motion jarred Obi-wan awake. He pulled himself up, an alarmed expression in his eyes.

PS: NOW is this getting predictable?
PS2: OK one thing: seeing as feedback is the breakfast of champions, I'd really be able to do better on my other stories if I knew that my Never Again were getting the credit I feel it deserves. Please check it out, the link is in my sig.

 

Predictable?! R u trying to get us to lie?! I'm clueless!! ? ... see me!

Wahoo Qui is actually doing something! lol.. poor obi! stop the pain!

Till Later~
Siri

 

[face_shocked]

Predictable... obi-wannabe, tell me you're joking, please? This is an awesome story, and, as I've said, so is Never again.

Need more soon!