Obi-Wan Kenobi & Qui-Gon Jinn, 1.5k words

Warnings: Major (canonical) character death

Summary:

To have one’s braid cut is a joyous celebration. To cut one’s own braid—using a green saber with a hilt too large in one’s shaking hand—this is a funeral, for two. Gone in this moment are both Master and Padawan. In their place kneels a single, lonely Knight, feeling far too small for this vast universe. His eyes skim across the brightly colored beads, dancing over each glistening gem of memory strung along the woven history of his life. Red. Green. Blue. Gold. Black. Clear crystal, for apprenticeship, sits nearest to the severed edge, slipping free of the singed hairs and spilling into his hand. What joy had swelled in his heart the day he first twined it into the hopeful tuft of hair he had allowed to grow long towards the waning of his Initiate years. Obi-Wan Kenobi remembers Qui-Gon Jinn.

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends: Jedi Apprentice Series - Jude Watson & Dave Wolverton Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon Jinn, Tahl (Star Wars), Xanatos (Star Wars), Guerra Derida, Si Treemba Series: Part 2 of Destiny - Jedi Apprentice AU Summary:

Obi-Wan felt Xanatos’ gaze as it settled on his face. There was no malice in the midnight blue eyes, no deception in the bright smile, but the sharp edge of his intense perception stabbed Obi-Wan through the heart, and left him feeling as if he had been pinned to the wall and held there for examination, like some strange insect on display. 'Who are you?' Xanatos seemed to ask. 'What are you doing here?'

Words: 3k Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Qui-Gon Jinn & Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Sick Obi-Wan Kenobi, Worried Qui-Gon Jinn, Caring Qui-Gon Jinn, Epidemics, Masters and Padawans, Implied Child Death, Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi, Plague & Disease Summary:

It had not taken much to convince the cart-driver he belonged among the dead. With eyes bruised black and ghastly pale skin, he looked far more like a ghost than a living, human boy. He had no strength left to rise, but this only served to complete the illusion that he belonged with the other passengers in the cart; those who would never rise again. Obi-Wan was lifted from the ground, heaved over the driver’s shoulder, and tossed atop the pile of stiff limbs and frozen faces. It should have been enough to make him sick, but he was already too sick to notice the difference. He closed his eyes and drifted, far away.