Disclaimer: This is a Fan Fiction, witch uses Charters, People, and Places copyrighted to Gorge Lucas and Lucas Arts. No money was made from the writing of this story. There is no intent to plagiarize or steel charters, people, or places copyrighted to Lucas.
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Rating/Warnings: R; Violence; slash (Obi/Qui; Qui/Xan; Xan/Obi); possible death of a character
Summery: After an explosive fight, Obi-Wan storms off broken hearted and leaves Qui-Gon's world in shambles. Both struggle to come to terms with what's happened and the "deeper meanings" behind Qui-Gon's dream of Xanatos.
Now Qui-Gon can no longer sense Obi-Wan's force signature and Obi-Wan has been captured! Qui-Gon is relentless however and will chase Xanatos to the ends of the galaxy to find Obi-Wan.
Mean while, Obi-Wan has found his capture to be an unsettlingly friendly Xanatos. Qui-Gon now knows Xanatos general destination. Obi-Wan has managed a short conversation with Qui-Gon when the force suppressing drug Xan gave him began to wear off, but now Xan has given him a second dose and has proceeded to torment him.
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Qui-Gon's POV:
I was sitting in the captain's chair watching the stars in a meditative state. I was thinking about Obi-Wan and our relationship. Our past and our future. 'Once we get this mess behind us I'll have to have a long talk with Obi-Wan about our relationship and unhealthy attachments. At least he seemed calm when I spoke to him; I wish we could have spoken longer. The thought of Xanatos alone with him...' I took in a deep breath and released my anger into the force, 'I'm coming Obi-Wan.'
Jaren knocked on the hatch before letting himself in, "How much longer?" he asked casually.
It took me a moment to realise he was talking to me, but I answered him as soon as I came out of the haze of my thoughts, "About forty-three hours."
"Ok," Jaren said absently, "I'm feeling a little restless, do you want to spar with me some?"
"Sure, the cargo bay's empty, right?" I asked as I stood up from the chair.
"Yes," Jaren answered and followed me out of the cockpit. We stripped down to our trousers and boots and set aside our discarded clothing. We ran through a few stretches and warm ups then we went into full speed sparring. It was nice to be able to practice with someone whose style was different from Obi-Wan’s.
It took me a moment to find a rhythm with Jaren but we fell into sync soon enough. An hour or so later we were drenched in sweat. "I think that's enough for now," I said switching of my lightsaber. Jaren did the same and we bowed.
"You're good," I said as I wiped the sweat from my brow, "I'm so used to working with Obi-Wan, it was a good change of pace to practice with you."
"Thanks," he said with a smile, "I know what you mean. Kafa's still developing his strength and speed so I have to make regular trips to the practice rooms to spar with people at my level."
"I remember those days," I said with a laugh, "just wait until Kafa starts to challenge you to the point that *you* have to start learning new tricks to keep him on his toes."
"Believe me, I'm looking forward to it," Jaren said with more than a little sarcasm in his voice, "If Kafa's coordination ever catches up to his daily increasing strength he'll be a terror for sure. He has been a bit perturbed lately though," Jaren sighed, "his confidence is slipping because his limbs, especially his feet, are growing so fast that he's clumsy and uncoordinated. He seems to be focusing all of his energy into his diplomatic studies. He's learned three new languages and passed the cultural studies for them in the last six months."
I had to laugh at that, "I remember when Obi-Wan was going through that. I think he learned seven or eight languages in a year and then he buried his nose in cultural studies. Just keep pressing on with Kafa, he'll come around as his growth stabilises."
"That's what I told him," Jaren laughed, "but it’s like he doesn't believe me."
"Oh, but I bet he hopes it’s true." We both laughed at that. "I'm going to catch a shower then I'll be off to bed. Thanks for the sparring, I needed the exercise."