Bring Him Home

Erjika Tevkana

Rating: PG
Category: POV (Qui-Gon), AU sorta, sentimentality
Setting: THAT last scene in TPM
Summary: My view of what should have happened in the melting pit.
Spoilers: TPM!
Feedback: Yes, please!
Archive: Yah, wherever.
Disclaimer: Don't own em, no moolah for moi. Lyrics by Alain Boublil and Herbert Kretzmer.
Plot Bunny: =:[ Yes, another 3AM plot bunny. Why is it that inspiration only comes then?
AN: Song from the musical "Les Miserables." Helps to read this when you're listening to the song. Ignore any biblical references, and it will apply to Star Wars.

God on high
Hear my prayer
In my need
You have always been there

White hot lancing pain. Pinpointed in my chest, piercing my lung. Very faintly, so far away, I hear him scream.

He is young
He's afraid
Let him rest
Heaven blessed

Obi-Wan. I should have waited for him. Instead I rushed ahead, believing I could take the Sith out on my own. But we will both pay for my actions. Now he must face that monster. Alone.

I hear them fighting. I can feel the Force flowing around them, both of them. One is dark and malevolent. The other is Light.

He's like the son I might have known
If God had granted me a son

The pain almost overwhelming. I hear a grunt and feel a wave of desperation emanating from him. Fearing victory from the Dark Side. Fearing for his life. But no, his time isn't yet. Unlike mine.

The summers die
One by one
How soon they fly
On and on

I feel him reaching out with the Force. Taking my lightsaber. The pain eases somewhat. My foolishness wasn't completely for nothing. At least I helped, if only vicariously. Another course of action would have prevented all this. But it is too late for regrets.

And I am old
And will be gone

The Dark Force stops flowing, then dissipates altogether. Obi-Wan's Light is still strong. He's still alive. Still alive.

Bring him peace
Bring him joy
He is young
He is only a boy

Obi-Wan's hands cradle me, my head resting on his lap.

"Master?" So frightened. Afraid. After all that had happened, and he fears for me.

"It's too late." How I wish it weren't so.

"No..." But we both know it. We must accept it.

You can take
You can give

I brush his tears away. No need for them.

"Promise me-" the words so hard to say, so much pain "-promise me you will teach the boy."

"Yes, Master." Sobbing still. Oh, Obi-Wan, how can I comfort you?

Let him be
Let him live

"He is the Chosen One." He must understand this. For the sake of all future. For the sake of the Force. Hoping he knows how much this means to me.

Funny, how they always speak of being one with the Force. They never say how painful it is to leave.

If I die
Let me die

The Force is pulling me ever stronger. Strong, Obi-Wan, you must be strong for the boy. For me.

Hard to breathe. But there is one last thing I must say.

Let him live

"I love you."

Bring him home

"Master?" The light comes back in his eyes. That's all I wanted.

Bring him home

It needed to be said. And now I can rest.

Bring him home.