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Now for the end of this story………
Qui-Gon picked up his Padawan's smaller hand, and grasped it tight. He couldn't speak, he was numb, his vision was blurry, tears were forming in his eyes. He couldn't help staring at the deathly pale face that wasn't moving. He squeezed his hand tighter and when there was no response, he looked down and noticed Obi-wan's river stone half covered by smouldering tunic. It was laying on the ground next to Obi-wan's other hand. Qui-Gon picked it up with trembling fingers, and placed it in his apprentice's hand closing his fingers over it.
By this time, several Healers had arrived, and where touching the still figure, who lay unmoving on the ground.
Qui-Gon was oblivious to the strange sounds that were going through his mind…. 'Qui-Gon' ….. yes that is my name he thought………'Qui-Gon'……. yes I know my name, stop saying it…….'Qui-Gon'….
Qui-Gon looked up, realising some one was speaking to him. He looked into the Healers eyes for a moment, and then looked back down at his apprentice. The healer was repeating something, but Qui-Gon couldn't concentrate. All he could see was the body of his beloved Obi-wan…
"Qui-Gon he is alive, Obi-wan is alive" the healer kept saying.
Qui-Gon came to his senses, and realised the hand he was holding was still warm, and although Obi-wan's clothes were burnt and smouldering, his body was unmarked. Except for the sabre wound across his chest, and down his hip. Unlike that of the Dark Lord, who was burnt to a cinder.
"We must hurry, get him on the hover bed" gently they lifted the unconscious body of Obi-wan, onto the hover bed, and raced towards the Temple.
They left the bulk of the Jedi to clean up, and lock up the survivors of the Dark Lords army. Qui-Gon, Yoda, and Mace, went back to the Temple with Obi-wan. The healers worked through the day, repairing the damage done to his chest and side. Eventually, he was placed in Bacta, to heal his injuries. By nightfall, Obi-Wan was resting in the healers ward. He had not regained consciousness, and it worried them, as they could find no reason why he was still unconscious. The days wore on, and still he lay motionless, visitors streamed in, offering their well wishes to Qui-Gon, hoping for a speedy recovery for Obi-wan.
Qui-Gon sat holding the young mans hand, and a smile played across his face, thinking of what Obi-wan might say. ( "Master you don't have to hold my hand; I'm not a baby you know, I'm twenty years old"
That thought made Qui-Gon realise that Obi-wan's birth day was only two weeks away he would be twenty one.
Qui-Gon was going to make this the best naming day that Obi-wan had ever had. He only had to wake up to enjoy it.
Returning from Dressel to Ossus, the victorious Jedi, sent they good wishes to Qui-Gon, they were amazed that the battle ended abruptly on Dressel, after the droids fell apart. Peace returned to Ossus and a new Chancellor, Bail Organa took over the Senate. The galaxy was at peace, and Ambassadors from around the Republic came to Ossus to give their thanks. Ships started arriving with more force sensitive beings, young and old, beings of all races, gathered from all over the galaxy.
Everything was coming to fruition, the universe was changing for the better, and every thing was becoming much brighter. All except for Obi-wan, he remained in a coma, it had been nearly a week now, and talk had started about his condition.
A woman and her Husband were having a meal in the dinning hall, they had arrived with their three Children, they had heard about the Jedi here on Ossus, and wanted to bring their eldest child to them, the youngling was force sensitive.
The parents wanted what was best for their child, and hearing about the Jedi, and how they had saved the galaxy from slavery, they wanted their first born to become a Jedi, to help in the fight to maintain a free galaxy.
As they were eating, they overheard a group of young Jedi talking. "Why is it taking so long, It has been a week, what are the healers doing for Obi" one Calamarian girl said.
"Come on Bant you know Obi, he likes to be the centre of attention, we just have to trust in the force, after everything he's been through, surely the force won't abandon him now." A blonde girl said.
"Our Obi-wan will pull through, He just has too." said a Dressilian youth.
The wife listened intently, and when she heard the name 'Obi' she had to ask them a question.
"Excuse me for eavesdropping, but can you tell me about the person you just mentioned, this – Obi?" She asked.
They stared at the woman, "What do you wish to know?" Bant questioned.
"Several years ago I was a slave on Tatooine, and a young man rescued me, he freed me from slavery. I asked him his name; he was not going to tell me, for he feared some one was searching for him.
However, as he left he did say, part of his name was Obi. I never mentioned his name until now as he had asked me to keep it to myself. But I heard you speak of this person named Obi" and I was wondering if it may be the same boy. If it is, would it be possible to speak to him?"
The Padawan's didn't know what to do, and as they looked at each other Siri saw Qui-Gon, just getting up from finishing his meal, to head back to the healers.
"Master Jinn" Siri called out.
Qui-Gon saw the group and walked over. "Hello Siri, Bant, Garen," and he nodded to the woman.
"If you are going to ask me about Obi-wan there is still no change" he sighed.
"Master Jinn, this lady is asking about Obi-wan, she says she knows him from when he was searching for us?"
Qui-Gon stretched his senses and felt only compassion and honesty from this lady, he smiled at her.
"Hello my name is Qui-Gon," he bowed to her.
"Hello, my name is Shmi Skywalker, and that's my husband Greig, those three are our children"
Qui-Gon could sense a strong force presence from the elder of the children. He bowed to the husband.
"Your elder child is force sensitive, did you know?" Qui-Gon asked.
"Yes that is why we are here, we feel that we cannot give him what he needs. We think his place is here with the Jedi, with Obi?" she finished.
"How is it that you know Obi-wan?" he asked.
"Well I am not certain if it is the same boy, because when I met him he only gave me part of his name. Which he said was 'Obi'. As I was telling these three, I met him when he came into the store were I was a slave. A storm came up and he stayed at my home, he was only a young boy of sixteen, although he said he was nearly seventeen. He had a lovely smile, and his hair was a golden colour. I noticed some scars on his neck, when he took off the head cover that was hiding his features. Anyway he payed Watto for me, and gave me my freedom. I was pregnant with Anakin at the time. I married his father Greig, and we have been happy ever since, we added two more children to our family." She pointed to the girls. "Please if it is my saviour, I would like to see him. I would like to show him my son Anakin."
Qui-Gon knew she was telling the truth, and thought it would be a good idea for her to see Obi-Wan. Maybe her voice would bring him out of his coma; nothing else they had tried had been successful.
"I will take you to him, However, I must explain, he is in a coma."
"Oh no!" she exclaimed. "What happened to him?"
"He was in a battle and he was injured, it has been a week, but so far he hasn't regained consciousness." Qui-Gon stated.
Qui-Gon outwardly showed very little emotion, but on the inside, Obi-wan's condition was tearing him apart. Shmi felt it through her simple force connection that Qui-Gon was nearly at breaking point. When they entered Obi-wan's room she could see why. She recognised Obi immediately; he still had that young innocent face she had remembered. As they got closer to the bed, she could see the various tubes connected to his body, keeping him hydrated, and fed.
Qui-Gon sat heavily on the chair next to him, and gently took hold of his hand. He was tense and tried not to show any emotion, when he asked her. "Do you recognise him?"
"Oh Yes it is him, he hasn't really changed that much, except that he doesn't have any scars around his neck, and maybe he looks a little older, he would be about twenty now?" she asked.
"He will be twenty one in a week; I was hoping he would regain consciousness so we could celebrate."
"I would like to come to that party if it is permitted?" she asked.
"I will see what I can do" he said his voice wavering.
Qui-Gon gripped Obi-wan's hand tighter and whispered "Please Obi-wan come back, I cannot take much more".
"Why hasn't he woken? Shmi asked.
"The healers are baffled, his injuries were severe, but he spent time in Bacta, and the scans showed that the damage was repaired. They expected him to wake a few days ago. Nevertheless, since that hasn't happened, they don't know what to think." Qui-Gon said, not taking his eyes away from his Padawan's face, and clutching the young man's hand tighter...
Dream sequence:
He seemed to be floating; a soft cushion of fluffy white clouds, his body was weary. However, he felt at peace, he was in no hurry; time seemed to dissolve around him. He sensed the touch of many comforting hands, soothing his aching limbs. They were the gentle hands of long past Jedi, those he knew were part of the force. He also felt the touch of those, who had passed into the force recently; it was comforting to know that they were at peace, they were happy.
Dreamily, he could hear the sounds of strange music, like the sound of chimes in the breeze, and if he listened hard, it was as if all natures' sounds were playing in a symphony. It was a peaceful and relaxing symphony. He felt the sensation of being immersed in something warm, it didn't feel like water, more like silk it slipped along his body, rejuvenating his soul restoring his strength. His whole life swirled around him, he smiled as he felt himself being caressed, and then he was watching the minutes, and hours, and days, of his life streaking past him, as though he was a spectator watching his life story being told.
He felt the cleansing of his body, a tingling sensation passed right through him, it was so beautiful.
When he began this journey, floating on the clouds, he felt so tired. Now, he felt amazing, he felt at peace, like he didn't have a care in the world. All of nature's wonders were passing through him, the living force was putting on a display just for him, He found him self wrapped firmly, in a cocoon of the unifying force, and it was so beautiful. He felt a familiar sensation of someone squeezing his hand. Calling him back; did he want to come back? He wasn't sure, it was so peaceful here. Yet there was something missing.
:End Dream sequence...
Qui-Gon was still holding Obi-wan's hand, and Shmi watched his chest rise and fall. Abruptly his head moved slightly.
They both noticed it. "Obi-wan – Padawan - can you here me? - Please wake up" Qui-Gon pleaded.
With his eyes still closed, Obi-wan whispered "Yes – Master I'm coming - Just a little while longer please - It is so… beautiful - soon,…..soon……" and then there was silence.
"Obi-wan, Obi-wan" the healers heard Qui-Gon call out, and came rushing in.
"What is it?" the healer asked.
"He spoke to me - Just then" he explained. "Obi-wan whispered, he was coming back soon, just a little longer he said." Qui-Gon's eyes were bright with hope.
The healers checked him over; there seemed no change in his condition. They looked at Qui-Gon sceptically.
"He did speak, Mrs Skywalker heard him, didn't you?" he asked.
"Yes I heard him say something, it was very quiet, however, he did say something," she agreed with Qui-Gon.
Yoda and Mace had arrived, and were listening to the conversation, and then Yoda announced.
"Connected with the force he has, in harmony with the living and unifying force. Wake he will, when the force wills it. Patience we must have, safe he is. A celebration to prepare for, a week to arrange we have." Yoda said as he shuffled out the door with Mace tagging along with him.
The next day Qui-Gon was meditating and holding Obi-Wan's hand, when he felt it squeeze his. He opened his eyes, and two brilliant glistening eyes looked back at him.
"Obi-wan, Oh, Obi-wan" he stammered.
Obi-wan smiled, and said in a whisper, "Yes that's my name alright" and proceeded to start coughing.
Qui-Gon reached for the glass of water and lifted Obi-Wan's head off the pillow so he could drink.
After a few moments, he spoke again. "How long have I been here for Master"
"Just over a week my young one, I was beginning to think you were going to sleep forever. How do you feel?" Qui-Gon asked.
"I think I feel alright, a bit sore and stiff, and really hungry? Master what happened. What happened to Sidious?" he asked.
"He is dead my Obi-wan, you and he were locked in battle, and he attacked you with blue shards of lightening, and you returned it with white, it engulfed both of you, there was nothing we could do to help you. When it was all over Sidious was dead, and you were unconscious. His army was defeated," Qui-Gon said.
"Oh I-I don't remember much of the battle, after I saw him strike you down. However, I can see you appear to be alright, thank the force" he smiled as he squeezed Qui-Gon's hand again.
The healers came in. "Well you certainly gave us a scare young man, it is about time you woke up. Now lay still while we remove the tubes, and make you more comfortable." They were all very glad that their favourite patient was alive, and well.
News travelled quickly through the Temple and in no time, all his friends queued out side his door, to visit him. It wasn't long before he grew tired again and fell asleep. Nevertheless, it was a restful sleep; there would be no nightmares, no visions, just peace. Each day he got stronger, his appetite grew and finally, after him whining constantly, they allowed him to leave the healers ward.
The day of the celebration came, and Obi-wan was back on his feet, he wouldn't win any races at the moment, yet he could walk unaided. He was overwhelmed at the generosity of his friends and peers, all his favourite foods were on the menu. His favourite music was playing, and there was plenty of his favourite drinks, Reythan Berry Juice, and Muju Juice.
Obi-wan was the centre of attention, and when they brought out a large honey wafer cake; with chocolate blob candy pieces on it; His emotions got the better of him and his eyes misted up.
"I do not know what to say, 'Thank You' I am relieved to be here for this celebration day.
His friends gathered around him with presents. Obi-Wan felt blessed to have so many friends, and then Qui-Gon, wrapped his arm around Obi-Wan's shoulder, and announced, "I have a surprise for you, so if you would just pull this drape away, we can get on with the celebration."
Obi-wan gave Qui-Gon a devilish look, grabbing the drape, he pulled it back. Obi-Wan's eyes grew wideand his mouth opened.
Standing behind the drapes was Selina, Nalu, Mingo, and a pregnant Nikita. Tears clouded his eyes, as he lurched forward; embraced by his adoptive family. They smothered him with kisses and hugs. Later he asked the obvious question, and learned that Nikita and Mingo had married the previous year and were expecting their first child. Obi-wan was so glad that his family had come to see him, he had thought never to see them again.
Once Obi-wan's Family and friends had, spent time with him, they headed off to get something to eat off the table. Obi-wan was about to pour himself another glass of Berry Juice, when a tall Twi'lek dressed in fine silks, sidled up close behind him.
"Hello Kid, the Twi'lek, whispered in Obi-Wan's ear. Obi-wan, turned around to face the owner of that voice, he knew that voice! Obi-wan looked deep into his eyes "Dalek" he whispered back.
"Yep that's me, I told you not to worry yourself about me. I think I have taken pretty good care of my self" Dalek said as he stretched his arms out, showing the finery of his clothes, and the jewellery he was wearing.
"How did you get here, Obi asked? as he shook Daleks hand.
"Well, when I escaped from - you - know - where! - I changed my lifestyle, you inspired me Kid, and I have gone straight, well as straight as I can. Lets just say that I don't kill people anymore." he whispered.
Obi-wan clasped the big Twi'lek's shoulders. "Thank you, for everything you did for me back then. I would not be here, without your help" Obi-Wan confirmed.
"No worries Kid, yet I gotta tell yah, I don't think you need much help." They both laughed.
Obi-wan half turned back to the table, wanting to offer a drink to Dalek, he saw a woman whom he remembered well, coming towards him. He went to say something to Dalek, but the Twi'lek had vanished into the crowd. Obi-Wan smiled.
Obi-wan, stepped towards the family group heading his way, he had recognised her immediately, and he went forward and embraced her, "Shmi" he smiled.
"Hello Obi-wan"
"I am very pleased to see you Shmi, how have you been"
"I am very happy Obi-wan, I would like you to meet Greig, my husband," she indicated to him.
Greig extended his hand and Obi-Wan took it. "I am indebted to you for freeing my wife, you made me the happiest man alive" Grieg confirmed.
Obi-Wan blushed, and bowed, he saw the children standing along side her. Two little girls, and a young boy who was maybe four years old.
"These are my youngest children Kaylie and Kareen. The nearly two-year-old twins giggled.
"Hello! My, I bet you two girls are a handful."
Greig laughed and said, "You can say that again"
Shmi pointed to her son. "Obi-wan, I would like you to meet Anakin, he is my first born, he was that lump in my stomach, which you weren't sure about." Obi-wan blushed.
He knelt down and said "Hello Anakin, you look like you could eat a piece of this cake. He said as he brought the tray of cake towards the three children. The two girls grabbed apiece each, running and hiding behind their father.
However, Anakin took a piece for himself and another piece; he held it towards Obi-wan, and said "Will you have a piece with me?"
"Why thank you Anakin, I would like that very much." They both popped the cake in their mouths, it was the best tasting cake Obi-wan had ever had.
Abruptly, Anakin said. "Mmm' this is the best cake ever... Can I give you a hug for your naming day, Obi-wan?" Anakin asked brightly.
A vision flashed before his eyes.
Obi-wan looked at Anakin, who he had seen in his terrible visions. In his nightmares of the past, he had seen a different scenario of their meeting. Anakin was older, and anger surrounded him. Obi-Wan's visions had been horrible, a black armoured mask, a black robe was draped around this boy, holding in the evil and a dark aura, which surrounded Anakin. Obi-wan saw the faces of young children, cut down by Anakin's sabre. In Obi-wan's visions Anakin, had grown into a monster,- a killer of children - a destroyer of worlds.
Nevertheless, that was a different future, which came from that time, the time of Cullroon lll,- of Hesperidium,- the horrors of Kessel,- before Obi-wan changed destiny, and changed the course of the galaxy.
Now all he sensed was a happy and well-adjusted little boy, who was destined to become Obi-wan's first Padawan. A boy who would become a great Knight and stand side by side with his Master Obi-wan, and his Grand Master Qui-Gon in the New Jedi Order...
He smiled brilliantly at Anakin's request and said. "I would like a hug very much, as he opened his arms, Anakin fell into his embrace, and the force sang its approval.
The Jedi were assured of their place in the galaxy, and peace would reign once again.
The End.
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