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Obi-Wan was trembling and even the soothing presence of his deceased Master did nothing to calm him down. The small transport he had chosen, was in hyperspace and programmed on autopilot, so he did not have to worry about that. Instead, he could freely focus on the feeling of total dread that was spreading inside his chest and through his every fiber. 

The man in jet black robes, half robot, half man, had frightened him like nothing else ever had. There was that awful feeling of knowing and there was also this suffocating darkness and pain that had surrounded the dark being. And on top of it all, Obi-Wan was pretty sure that Darth Vader had spotten him. He could not be sure, not with the mask covering his former Padawan’s face, but it was very likely. He wondered, what must be going through the former Jedi’s mind now? And did he really want to have the answer to this question? No, he decided. He definitely did not want to know what was going on inside a Sith Lord’s head, under no circumstances.

“Padawan,” Qui-Gon’s voice broke through the damn that he had carefully crafted around his mind. “Obi-Wan,” the voice was softer now and there was the feeling of a hands stroking through his short hair. Unconsciously did Obi-Wan lean into the contact, allowing the tears to escape his tightly shut eyes. It felt goof to cry, it was freeing. It was as if a whole burden was lifted from his chest and it allowed him to breathe more freely. All in all, it cleared the fog around his mind.

“Master,” he mumbled eventually, still not moving his face away from his knees. 

“You are safe now, my brave boy,” said the deceased Jedi Master. A moment later, the rustling of clothes was heard and Obi-Wan felt a warm body at his back, before he was engulfed by two strong arms. 

It was truly astonishing what his Master had accomplished. The first time Obi-Wan had made contact with him, they had barely been able to speak to each other. Eventually, he had grasped the knowledge and he had actually been able to see the older Jedi. Now that he was a kid again, he was also able to touch the ghost.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” there was no hesitation and no doubt in his voice.

“Ok,” he mumbled and finally looked up, letting his head fall against the transparent chest behind him. He was sitting between his Master’s legs and he finally felt relatively secure again.

“It will take a while for us to reach Dagobah… why don’t you try to sleep?”

“Will you stay?” he asked in a pleading tone.

Obi-Wan couldn’t see the soft and loving smile on the older Jedi’s face. “Of course,” he answered.

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“This is Dagobah?” Obi-Wan asked, looking around the swamp he had landed on. Thankfully he had found a relatively safe spot to lang his transport, otherwise it would be half sunk in the swamp’s trickery ground already.

“Cozy, isn’t it?” Qui-Gon joked, trying o lighten the mood. 

Obi-Wan ignored the comment. “The Force is strong here,” he said instead, which earned him a nod from the long haired male.

“Come, it is already getting late,” the Force ghost demanded.

“Where are we going?” he had hoped to stay inside his transport, at least for the night.

“A friend… someone, who is very fond of you,” there was a mysterious smile on the dead Jedi’s face.

Obi-Wan’s brows were furrowed, but he did not have any time to ask or think, because his deceased companion was already on the move, leading him through secure passageways. Obi-Wan knew that he could blindly trust his Master, the man would make sure that he would not get stuck or run into any more danger. Still, there was still the question about the other being’s identity running through his head. Who could it be? He had no idea. 

At the other side of the swamp, hidden in a hut, was a green being. The being had its short legs crossed under him, his eyes were closed and he was immersed in the Force, listening to its whispers. 

It eyes sprung wide open however, when two awfully familiar Force presences appeared on the planet, one of them belonging to a dead man and the other to somebody of his line. But there was something wrong with the latter. Yet he could not place what it was, not with such a distance between them.

It was so good, like a moment suspended in time, you know? The council's decision is well thoughts and logical. Love it. Didn't scream this time!

Well, yay for no screaming! I’m glad you enjoyed it!

sleepyheathen replied to your post “This took a while because uni and life, but here we are, finally!...”

Aaah! The council being compassionate and responsible where Anikin is concerned! I'm so pleased by this development. A+ update.

ebonykain reblogged your post and added:

*rolls around on update*

Yaaassss… Good. I’m very happy they are being so wisely compassionate in regards to what they’ve learned.

sainatsukino reblogged your post and added:

I’m so glad to see the council finally start to see what’s going on with Anakin and decide to be compassionnate

@oopalehyn

It was as if he was in a dream. Everything felt so real. There was a little bit of pain, from when Anakin had hit him, there was the feel of the Force in everything and everyone around him and then there was also Qui-Gon Jinn. 

The man hadn’t changed since the Naboo incident, at least from Obi-Wan’s point of view. Then again, he had barely spoken and interacted with the man. 

“You are troubled,” Qui-Gon stated while ducking a low hanging branch. Obi-Wan had not even realized that he and the blonde had moved this far away from the actual camp.

“And you are not?” he challenged. 

There was the briefest hint of a smile ghosting around the brown haired man’s lips, though it was mostly hidden by his beard. Obi-Wan had only been able to pick it up in the first place, because he had lived over a decade together with this man. 

“I am just better at hiding it,” Qui-Gon replied. His eyes were sparkling, but the smaller male was not fooled, not at all.

“No, no you are not,” he said and his eyes rested on the nearly invisible tension in the man’s shoulders and in the slightly furrowed brow.

“I always wondered how you were able to read me so easily, when no one else could, not even Mace. And I grew up with Mace.”

“Living together, day in and out for over twelve years, will do that.” 

That and as a Council member, he had learned a few tricks from Master Yoda personally. Not that he would say either of the two things any time soon, not when he was not sure if this was reality or perhaps some Sith infected dream. For his own sake, for the sake of both his mind and his heart, he hoped that the first was the case. He would not know, what he would do, if the Sith were truly responsible for this. Perhaps he would go insane, it sounded like a good option, better than giving them any information at least.

Still, there was one thing that greatly bothered him. He was pretty sure that the hit that his former Padawan had landed, had been deadly. He remembered falling into a darkness, but not the sweet blissfulness of  unconsciousness, but it had seemed like the end, or perhaps the beginning of a new chapter.

“True,” Qui-Gon agreed, “and it only proves that you are indeed Obi-Wan.”

“I am… but… even if this is real, then I am not your Obi-Wan.”

Qui-Gon stopped dead in his tracks, the ginger haired Council member easily sidestepped him. “If this is real…? What do you mean by that?” it was more of a demand than anything else.

Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. As a Padawan, he would have cowered at the demanding tone, but as a Master of the Jedi Order and a member of the High Jedi Council, he was not so easily impressed. 

“Who tells me that you are real? That this is real? Perhaps this is all a truck of the Sith.”

“Is that why you ran?” it was Anakin, who eventually broke the sudden tension between the two men. He did not receive a verbal answer, but the quick look he received and the haunted look in blue-green eyes was enough to answer the question.

“How can I prove to you that I am real, that I am not made up by the Sith?” there was hope and desperation in the tall man’s eyes. He looked as if he wanted nothing more than to get rid of the doubts in the ginger h aired man’s mind. 

“I don’t know,” it was not the answer that the older man had wanted to hear, but it was the only honest one. 

“Obi-Wan,” the man began and he had reached out, clearly a testament of old times.. When his hand made contact with the younger male’s shoulder, something snapped open between them.

Blue-green eyes closed in pain. The back of his head was throbbing as if a bantha had repeatedly stepped onto it. It was like the reopening of an old and nasty scar and the ginger haired Jedi was pretty sure that his companion was feeling pretty much the same.

“Master? Master, are you alright?” this was Anakin’s voice. The blonde had moved protectively between the two older Jedi, his hands on Qui-Gon’s chest and glaring at Obi-Wan, as if he was at fault for the older man’s discomfort. 

“I’m fine,” Qui-Gon gritted out between clenched teeth. He looked as bad as Obi-Wan felt, perhaps even a bit worse. Then, a pair of midnight blue orbs searched out a pair of blue-green ones. “Is this proof enough?” 

It was indeed. There was no way that a Sith, not even someone as dangerous and powerful as Sidious, could recreate a bond and mend it completely. To fake a connected, that was impossible..

“Yes,” he said.

The long haired man closed his eyes and it was as if the weight of the whole galaxy had been lifted off of his shoulders. When he reopened his eyes, he gently yet firmly pushed the blonde aside and strode forward, engulfing his newly found, old Padawan in a tight hug. Obi-Wan himself, did not know how to react. Not that Qui-Gon seemed to mind.

Anakin on the other hand, looked suspiciously at the unwanted newcomer. Without the knowledge of his former Master, he had sent a quick message to his Captain and he had told Rex to contact the Jedi Council. This was out of their league, even though Qui-Gon would not want to see that. No, the older male was blinded by old grief and old wounds and this man… this wannabe Obi-Wan, was using it shamelessly. 

There was just no way that Obi-Wan had returned from the dead. It was impossible… unless the dark side was somehow involved. That had to be it. The dark side, that was the answer. He just wished he could make his former Master see that as well. But it was clear that he would not be able to, not with him being so happy and glad that the ginger haired male had ‘returned’ to him.

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Back on Coruscant, a cup full of boiling hot tea exploded, ruining important documents and the Chancellor’s robe. But Sheev Palpatine, known by few as Darth Sidious, did not notice the liquid soaking through his clothes, nor the pain from the heat of the drink. The dark side was in uproar. Something had created a great disturbance, it was almost as if something had appeared out of nowhere. And this ‘something’ was threatening his carefully crafted plan.

:) very good

youbeyouillbemelove replied to your post “Another update! Here we go, y’all. The rescue in action!  There...”

*ungodly screech* OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OHMYGOOOOOODDDDD!!!!! THIS WAS REALLY GOOD BUT HOLY FRICK OOOOOBBBBIIIII!!!!!!!!JUST- ASDFGHJKL?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

pomrania replied to your post “Another update! Here we go, y’all. The rescue in action!  There...”

This is very good! I mean, I want to read a lot more of it now, but it's an acceptable stopping point that doesn't make me want to scream.

oopalehyn replied to your post “Another update! Here we go, y’all. The rescue in action!  There...”

*screaming* This was awesome!!! I was drifting to sleep and now I'm full awake XD This was so good!

Ahahaha awww, don’t be scared! be scared

All of these are me all at once D:

ahahaha, many layers of emotions!

oopalehyn replied to your post: eyes-down-here-im-not-that-short replied to...

You sadistic writer! We love you <3