Alright, this story has been in the works for...a long time. We are very proud of it. *benevolent smile* Warning: this part is angsty! But it will get better. Eventually...This WILL be about Obi and Ani and don't you DARE think we would write slash. *ahem* Star Wars belongs to...someone else.

Obi-wan Kenobi had failed. He had failed the people of Naboo, he had failed a small boy named Anakin, and he had failed Qui-Gon Jinn.

Obi-Wan would not cry. Only younglings did that. Besides, somehow, Maul was no doubt watching him...


A single tear traced it's path down his bruised cheek, defying the Padawan's attempts at stoicism. He did nothing as it ran slowly down his face. Not that he could have if he had wanted too, for his arms had been secured behind his back with cold binders.

And now, he would fail the Code. But he didn't care. Not any more. Actually, he hadn't cared about the Code since Maul's saber had ripped, impossibly, through Master Qui-Gon. But now, uncounted hours later, he could no longer keep his heartache at bay. Obi-Wan's heart had been numbed, but now he was starting to feel. Not through the Force, because someone, probably Maul, had inhibited his connection to it.

Feelings. Feelings and memories began to wash over him...

Too late he ran. Too late he called on the Force and pushed the triumphant, sneering Sith away...Down...But it didn't matter then. Too late he came to his Master's side. Obi-Wan cradled the dying man in his arms, telling himself that it couldn't be true. Qui-Gon Jinn could not die. Not now, not like this! What of the boy? What of his own training? But he could feel his Master's Force presence dimming...fading to a single flame, a small light, almost snuffed out. But not alone. Not while his Apprentice was there.

"Master! you're going to be okay!" Obi-Wan said, and added, "I'm going to get you out of here."

"Obi-Wan..." Qui-Gon whispered, "the Sith..."

"He fell, Master. "

There was, for a moment, terrible silence. But then...

"I'm sorry Obi-Wan...sorry to leave you..."

The Padawan shook his head. "No. Master! You're going to be fine. Everything is going to be...alright." He tried to smile. "It always is."

"Look at me." His Master's voice grew fainter as a calloused hand trailed gently down his Padawan's face.

"Obi-Wan. Train the boy. For me. He is...the Chosen One."

"Yes Master." Was all the miserable Padawan could get out. Tears ran freely down his face. Qui-Gon was like a father to him and now he was dying. Dying as Obi-Wan sat helplessly beside him. He reached through the Force, sensing his Master's spirit ebb away...

"My Padawan...farewell. Know that I loved you as a son."

"Master." A desperate whisper escaped the Padawan. He was not even aware that he spoke.

There was no answer, only a faint flicker down their bond.

And for a moment, nothing.

Not a Jedi's calm, but sheer emptiness...and in that nothingness, a silent requiem.

But then the Force began to flicker and hum, warning Obi-Wan of something he did not want to face...

The red and black smear that was the Sith's sneering visage invaded his vision.

"You are mine now."

Pain exploded in Obi-Wan's head and dark oblivion took him.

So here I am. He thought bitterly. Another failure. Even if he could escape from...Where was he? Obi-Wan didn't know, but that was alright, Master Qui-Gon would-

He forced down a sob.

There was no reason to fight, no reason to try. The Jedi would not take him back. He had failed. Besides, he was almost certainly presumed dead. There was no reason. Except one.


No. No! That wasn't the Jedi way. That was the Dark Side. And perhaps, what Maul wanted. But it didn't matter, Master Qui-Gon would be avenged. He would kill Maul.

Then Obi-Wan Kenobi would die.

There! First chappie! The next one will be about Ani and should have some fluff. Please review. We must know what you think! ;)

~RandomCelt & DarthMihi