Obi-Wan held tightly on to the input nozzle on the pit wall. The Sith stood over him, glaring down at him as he kicked Obi-Wan's lightsaber over the edge. He was only able to watch as the lightsaber passed him and into the darkness below. He frowned, feeling the loss of his lightsaber deeply. A Jedi's lightsaber was his life. It was more than a weapon, it was a symbol. That was the lightsaber he had built when he became Qui-Gon's padawan. He had it for years. He would grieve its loss as if it was a living entity.

He was mentally scowling himself for letting his anger control him. He knew better than that. His Master had taught him well. He couldn't fail him now. He looked over to where Qui-Gon's still body lay. His Master's lessons flowing through his head. He must center himself before engaging the Sith again. He closed his eyes, gathering the Force around him and releasing his anger and thoughts of revenge. He opened his eyes when he felt more centered, more at peace. He would do Qui-Gon proud.

At the thought of his Master, Obi-Wan looked over at his Master's fallen body. He could felt their bond weakening by the second. He had to get to him, but first he had to get out of this jam. He had no weapon now. He looked around hoping to find something he could use. That was when he saw Qui-Gon's deactivated lightsaber lying next to him. If only he could get to his Master's saber…He glanced up at the Sith as he gathered his Force around him again, preparing the jump that could end his life. The Sith sneered down at him, as if he realized something was about to happen.

Obi-Wan placed his feet on the wall and pushed off. As he flew through the air he called Qui-Gon's saber to him. He grasped onto the weapon and flicked it on just as he landed back on his feet behind the Sith. He did not hesitate to use the green saber. He cut through the body of the Sith before the Sith could defend himself. The air cracked with the Sith's surprise shocked as he fell backwards. Obi-Wan didn't bother to watch his body fall in two pieces down the pit. He, instead, rushed to his Master, dropping the lightsaber on to the ground.

He gathered Qui-Gon's body onto his lap. "Master…"

Qui-Gon's blue eyes flickered opened and he stared at Obi-Wan. "It's…it's too…late…it…"

Obi-Wan shook his head as he held back his tears. "No, Master…" he protested.

"Obi-Wan. Promise…promise me you…you'll train the boy…promise," Qui-Gon gasped out.

Obi-Wan nodded his head and he felt a single tear escape his eye. "I promise."

Qui-Gon reached up weakly with his hand and placed it on his cheek. His thumb wiped the tear away. "He is the Chosen One. He…will bring balance. Train him…" His hand slipped away from his face. "You…you were meant to…to train him. Not…I."

Obi-Wan felt the bond flicker and he held even more tightly to his Master. He shook his head. "No, no! Don't go, Father. Please don't," he cried out. "Don't leave me, Father. Please."

Qui-Gon gasped as he tried to fight the pull of death. He stared at Obi-Wan. "You…you know…How?"

Obi-Wan nodded, his eyes filled with unshed tears. "I overheard you talking with Master Tahl after the whole thing with Xanatos. I understood the merit of your words and decided not to tell you I overheard, that I knew," he answered softly.

Qui-Gon eyes gazed in the distance. "So…long…This…this whole time…son…my son…" He gasped in pain and his eyes started to drop. It took effort for him to keep them open and give a tender look at his son. "No…better way to…to die." He gasped in pain. "You keep…keep hope alive, little…one," he suddenly said, using his nickname he hadn't used in years.

Obi-Wan shook his head. "What do you mean, Father?"

Qui-Gon's eyes shut and Obi-Wan shook him awake. "Please, Father. Don't go. Don't leave me. You…you can't. I'm not ready. Don't, Father, please." His throat hurt with holding back his grief filled sobs. He blinked in an attempt to keep the tears from spilling out. He reached out and took Qui-Gon's hand into his as his eyes flickered opened again.

"You…are re—ready. Into…the Force…I go…I love…love you, my son…Be with you…always…in here." Qui-Gon's shaking finger touched just above where Obi-Wan's heart was before flopping back down to his chest.

"I love you too, Father," he whispered soberly. He bowed his head sadly.

"Sp—speak, son. Let…let me hear your v—voice," Qui-Gon requested.

Obi-Wan tried to shallow the lump in his throat as he nodded. "Of course, Father." He took a deep breath as he thought of what to talk about. He chuckled quietly. "You remember our undercover mission to Aaeton seven years ago, Father?"

Qui-Gon closed his eyes as if he was picturing the mission in his mind. "Ye—yes," he said weakly with a faint smile at the memory.

Obi-Wan held tightly to his father's hand as he continued. "Jedi are not supposed to rank their missions into best and worst, but, that was my favorite mission. Undercover, but, yet, not pretending. I was able to call you father in the open and was able to hear you call me your son. You looked upon me with such unhidden pride when you called me your son. It was hard keeping the smile from my face every time I heard it. You once told me that I did my best acting on that mission." He chuckled again quietly as he gazed in the distance in remembrance. "I didn't respond because I wasn't acting. Despite our close encounter with death and failing the mission miserably…" His eyes twinkled with humor at the memory. "…it was the best mission I was ever on. The hardest part of the mission was the end, when we went back to pretending. I was proud to call you my father and I wanted you to know that, but didn't know how to tell you." Obi-Wan was suddenly aware of the coldness of their bond. "Father?" He looked down.

Qui-Gon's eyes were closed and his lips were starting to get the tint of blue. His face was unnaturally pale. His hand felt limp in Obi-Wan's hand. He looked so peaceful, like he was just sleeping. Obi-Wan let out a sob as he reached up and felt the side of his neck, hoping, but knowing he wouldn't find the pulse. He wonder briefly if Qui-Gon had him talk to distract his son from feeling the last strain of their bond sever or he truly wanted his son's voice be the last thing he heard.

Obi-Wan placed the limp hand of his father on the still chest. He, then, bent down and kissed Qui-Gon's cool forehead. "Father…" He moaned as he touched his forehead to Qui-Gon's and began to cry. His body shook almost painfully as he cried over his father's body. He hugged the body tighter to him, not wanting to let go, not wanting to accept. He remained there until his tears ran dry, until all he felt was a strange numbness in his heart.

It took hours for someone to find them, but Obi-Wan didn't notice as he continued to hold on to his father's cold body.

A few months later found Obi-Wan sitting in the infirmary alone, looking at his personal files. He stared at the words Father: Unknown. His fingers were hovering hesitantly over the buttons. He did not have permission to do this, but he needed it to be done. Qui-Gon, his father, would have wanted it. With Qui-Gon's death, there were no consequences for the knowledge to be known. He needed to do this before someone realized he hacked into the system.

Obi-Wan deleted the word 'Unknown" and typed in "Qui-Gon Jinn". He stared at the page. Father: Qui-Gon Jinn. He nodded. It looked right, felt right. He typed in "Jedi Master" in the slot below his father's name. Occupation: Jedi Master. Below that, he typed in date of birth and date of death. He stared at the date of death with a heavy heart. What he wouldn't give not to have that there?

He looked up when he heard a noise in the corridor outside of the infirmary. He quickly got out of the system and stood up. He gave on last look around; proud he would now be recognized as the great Qui-Gon Jinn's son. He would not fail him. He would always keep his promise to him. He would train Anakin, he would remain positive, he would continue to do his best, and he would never ever turn to the dark side.

He pulled out the black river rock from his pocket and held it tightly in his hand. He could feel its warmth. The rock and his promises were all that he had left of his father. They were precious to him. He could continue to cherish them. He would do his Master and father proud. He pressed the rock to his mouth and closed his eyes. "Until we meet again, Father. I miss you." His heart suddenly lightened, as if his father was there lifting up his burdens. Qui-Gon had always been there before to help him grieve when a mission got rough and it seemed like, even in death, he would be there.

He opened his eyes and looked around the abandoned infirmary. He had to leave before someone caught him. It would be the talk of the month if someone realized he came to the infirmary, willingly, even if he didn't need to be healed. Not only that, but it would bring to questions as to why he was there in the first place. He stood up and walked out of the Halls of Healing.

Later that day, he was called to the Jedi Council, alone. He left Anakin in their living quarters to study and went before the Council. Obi-Wan stood confidently before them, already having an idea what this was about. He noticed the datapad in Mace Windu's hands and concluded it was about the change to his records.

"Knight Kenobi, it came to our attention that there was a change to your personal records." Master Windu pointed out. He glanced at him with is dark eyes. "Did you or did you not hack into the Temple records earlier today?"

Obi-Wan kept his head held up high, not realizing just how much he reminded the Council Members of his former Master right then. "I did, Masters," he said without the hint of remorse.

"Knight Kenobi, you were not given permission to make such changes." Master Depa Billaba noted from her seat somewhere on the left of him.

Obi-Wan kept his eyes forward as he addressed the Chalactan. "No, I did not get permission," he acknowledged.

"Then, why did you change it?" Master Plo Koon asked.

"I had to change it, Master Koon. It had to be done," Obi-Wan answered truthfully.

"Knight Kenobi, let's discuss what you had changed," Master Ki-Adi-Mundi started before another question could be asked.

Master Windu picked up from there as he looked at the datapad. "Knight Kenobi, I know you and your Master had a very strong bond and a very close relationship. You two were the strongest I've seen in my lifetime. There were times when I felt that you looked up to the late Master Jinn as a father, but, that is not for personal records," he said sternly. "Personal records are to record your biological relations only. It is not to put down who you saw as a father figure. I request you, personally, change the records back."

Obi-Wan stood up straighter. "I know, Master Windu." He felt his heart pound nervously in chest. This would be the moment to publicly acknowledge his relation with Qui-Gon Jinn for the first time. "The records, Masters, needed to change because I…It wasn't because Qui-Gon felt like a father to me. It was because I…" He paused and took a breath, his eyes determinedly glancing over Master Windu's shoulders. "…I found out the night before I became his padawan that…" A brief paused as he took another deep breath. "…that Qui-Gon Jinn is my biological father."

Silence in the room as the Masters digested the information. The only one that didn't seem completely taken by surprise was Master Yoda. The little green Jedi had remained silent this whole meeting thus far, letting the questions be asked. His brown eyes watched the reaction of his fellow Council Members closely before settling back to Obi-Wan. There seemed to be a knowing gleam in them and Obi-Wan wondered if he knew Qui-Gon's and his relations this whole time.

"Excuse me, Knight Kenobi?" Master Billaba finally asked, her eyes blinking in shock.

"The night before I became Qui-Gon's padawan, I overheard him speaking with the late Master Tahl when I should have been resting in my sleeping quarters." He shook his head. "He did not know that I knew until just before his death. I do not know the circumstances surrounding my birth. You would have to ask my mother, Lady Ser'Fay of Stewjon. All that I do know is that Qui-Gon is my father."

Master Koon shook his head. "The healers would have been able to see it in your blood results if this was true, Knight Kenobi. This is something that could not have been hidden."

"Meant to see it, we were not," Yoda finally spoke up for the first time. "Blinded the healers were to this truth. Blinded by the Force."

"But why?" Master Billaba asked.

"Separated them, we would have, if known the truth was," Yoda answered. "Meant to be, you were," he said, staring at Obi-Wan. "Special you are, Knight Kenobi. Know this, your father did. Kept you hidden and safe, he did. Hmm hm," he said as he nodded.

Obi-Wan was unsure if this was the time to ask, in front of all the Council Members, but he needed to know and Yoda gave him the perfect opportunity to ask. "But why, Master Yoda? There isn't anything special about me."

"See me in private, you will, Knight Kenobi."

After an half an hour and the decision to keep the records as they were, Obi-Wan found himself sitting in Yoda's meditation chambers waiting for the Grand Master. He stared out the wall-to-wall window, feeling the sun on his face, wishing, not for the first time, that his father was with him.

A few months ago his father died and he still had to remind himself each morning that he would not see his face making breakfast in the kitchen or sitting on the couch watching the HoloNet with great concentration. He found himself doing things his Master had done, like getting up a little extra early to meditate and fix breakfast for Anakin. He even started to meditate in Qui-Gon's usual spot, in front of the balcony doors. Obi-Wan used to do it in his room, but, for some reason, could no longer find the peace of doing it privately like that anymore. He understood now why Qui-Gon meditated in front of the balcony doors. The warmth of the rising sun felt warm and peaceful. He could almost feel his father's presence when he knelt there. Oh, how he missed him. He missed him so much. How would he ever teach Anakin the way he taught him? He did not feel ready to be a Master to someone. He still did not feel ready to be alone, without his father's guidance and understanding. What if he failed? What if he was unable to teach Anakin?

Obi-Wan shook his head. Remain positive. He told himself. Just because Qui-Gon was no longer among the living, did not mean he could break his twenty year old promise. Obi-Wan blinked, realizing it truly had been almost twenty years since he first met his father. It was such a long time ago. For almost twenty years, he tried to keep his promises. The promises that he made when he was four led him through thick and thin. It helped him keep his strength and do the right thing. Where would he be without those promises? Without Qui-Gon? Never had he wondered just how important those promises became in his life. What if Qui-Gon never entered the Halls of Healing that day? What if he never burned his leg or never been afraid of healers at such a young age?

"Wonder not on what if's, Knight Kenobi. Will of the Force, it is."

Obi-Wan was startled out of his thinking and was surprise to see Yoda sitting on the cushioned chair across from him. "Master Yoda, I apologize. I…I didn't sense you come in," he said standing up to give a respectful bow.

Yoda waved his apology to the side. "Sit." Obi-Wan quickly did so. "Don't think you are special, do you?"

"With all due respect, Master Yoda, I'm not. I'm an average Jedi. I don't understand why I was born the way I was and why I had the pleasure of knowing my father. It makes little sense to me."

Yoda closed his eyes and reached into the Force. A second later he opened again. "Watcher and protector of hope, you are, Knight Kenobi. Born to keep hope alive."

Obi-Wan blinked in surprised. "Qui-Gon…he told me that right before he died. What does that mean, Master Yoda?"

"Know the answer to that, I do not, but Master of the Chosen One you are. Linked together, you are. Protect him; be there for him, you should." Yoda gave him a look with those big dark brown eyes. "A big destiny you have before you, Knight Kenobi. Big and important." Yoda leaned back in his chair. "Dwell on it, you should not. Go, Knight Kenobi, and brood over it no longer."

So, that was what Obi-Wan tried to do. Once and a while the conversation with Yoda would come back to his mind, bring with it questions of what being the keeper of hope meant, but it wasn't until Anakin's children were born, until he got the mission to watch over Luke Skywalker did he begin to understand. He was born to make sure hope was safe, hope being Luke Skywalker, not Anakin as he originally thought. It was his job to make sure the galaxy and the Jedi had hope of a new Order, a new Republic. He would do anything, even give his own life, to keep that hope alive. For he knew his father would do exactly that if he was in his situation and Obi-Wan was unwilling to disrespect his father's, Qui-Gon Jinn, teachings by not being willing to do the same.