Archive: Master Apprentice. Anyone else just ask!
Category: Au, First Time, BDSM, Non-Q/O, Pre-Slash?,
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: O/M, O/M/S, O/Q
Warnings: Nonconsensual sex. Lot's of torture! Yeah Baby!
Spoilers: This takes place within and after TPM.
Summary: What if that scene in TPM had gone this way?? and
beyond!
Feedback: I crave it! goddesscal@earthlink.net
Disclaimer: We all know who they belong to. No profit is being
made from this.
"Nooooooo!" Obi-Wan screamed from behind the force
field, as the Sith's blade struck his Master a fatal blow. He
watched helplessly as his Master slid boneless to the ground. The
Sith poked at the Jedi Master with his foot, then satisfied
turned to face the stricken apprentice.
The Sith smiled coldly at Obi-Wan. "Your Master is lost,
little one," the black gloved hand brought up a small
device. "As is your precious temple."
Obi-Wan watched with a dawning horror when the Sith smiled
cruelly, and pressed the detonator. He staggered as his senses
where overwhelmed with the crying out of thousands of voices that
were suddenly silenced. Oh, sweet Force! This can't be
happening. Not the temple! But when he stretched out with his
feelings, he knew they were lost. Trembling with rage, he heard
the locks click signaling the coming rotation of the force field.
He brought his lightsaber up and ignited it. When the field
opened, he advanced on the Sith. They battled furiously,
lightsabers clashing, blue meeting red with a vengeance.
They circled each other, looking for an opening. Then Obi-Wan
heard a low moan behind him.
//Master?//
Darth Maul used the distraction to rush at the Padawan, barreling
into him, knocking them both to the floor. Obi-Wan pressed a knee
to Maul's stomach and pushed, flinging the Sith off him. He
twisted over, struggling to get to his feet, but the Sith was
there pressing him back down to the floor. Strong hands gripped
Obi-Wan's wrists keeping them trapped above his head. He flinched
when he felt the hot breath on his neck, and that sure wasn't the
Sith's lightsaber poking into the cleft of his buttocks.
"You... are... exquisite," Maul's tongue flickered out
and traced the outer shell of his ear.
Liquid ice ran up Obi-Wan's spine at the words and the intimate
touch. He tucked an arm and a leg, rolling and twisting out of
the immovable grip. But it was not enough to completely dislodge
the Sith's hold on him, as they rolled Obi-Wan brought his elbow
down hard into the Sith's midsection. Free, Obi-Wan leapt to his
feet, and ignited his saber. He frantically tried to calm
himself, but he couldn't seem to find his center.
The Sith slashed at Obi-Wan's legs and the Padawan backflipped
out of reach. The Sith was quicker. A turning back kick to his
chest caused Obi-Wan to slam into a wall. His head connected with
the hard surface, and he momentarily saw stars. In one smooth
movement, the Sith deactivated his saber, and grabbed Obi-Wan
pressing him into the wall. Maul gripped the wrist holding the
lightsaber, and slammed it repeatedly into the wall. Obi-Wan felt
his saber slide out of his nerveless fingers to the floor. Maul's
hand went to Obi-Wan's throat as the bastard kicked his
lightsaber well out of reach. Obi-Wan gasped when he felt Maul's
mind clamp down on his, bringing with it a flood of darkness. It
weakened and disoriented him, and he dangled helplessly from the
hand that held him, feet just barely touching the floor. It was
at this moment another soft groan came from Qui-Gon.
"You are dying, Jedi," the Sith barely glanced at the
fallen man. Even as wounded as he was ,Qui-Gon struggled into a
sitting position.
"Master!" Obi-Wan managed to get out of his aching
throat.
"The question is what to do with your pretty little
apprentice?" Maul continued.
"Release him," Qui-Gon rasped.
"Ohhh, No no no. When you die old man I will be holding the
last Jedi in my hands. Do you really think I'm fool enough to
just let him go?" Maul gave a quick jerk of his arm, causing
Obi-Wan's eyes to roll back in his head at the sudden loss of
oxygen.
"Get your hands off him!"
"You are in a position unsuitable to give orders Jedi
scum!" Maul snarled and pulled Obi- Wan to him wrapping an
arm around his waist. The Sith grabbed the Padawan's small
ponytail, yanking his head back viciously. He dragged Obi-Wan to
stand closer to the Jedi Master.
The Sith glared triumphantly. "How does it feel Jedi? How
does it feel to know you've lost everything? The Jedi are no
more, and your apprentice now belongs to me. "
Qui-Gon shuddered at the implication. The Sith saw it and nodded
knowingly.
"Yessss," he hissed. "I just had the most
delightful idea. The last Jedi, turned to the darkside. It's
poetic don't you think? He's my apprentice now."
Obi-Wan moaned softly engulfed in the Sith's strangle hold.
"He will not turn," Qui-Gon denied softly, shaking his
head.
Maul cocked his head to the side. "Won't he? You're senses
are leaving you, Jedi. Can you not feel the conflict? The fear
and the hate already building within him? The shock of losing
your temple, losing you. Oh he will turn, but do not worry Jedi.
I will take good care of 'my' apprentice," Maul's hand
traveled teasingly over Obi-Wan's hip to his groin and squeezed
possessively. The Padawan gasped and his head reeled, feeling the
other within his mind again.
"No!" Qui-Gon was horrified.
" Lesson number one, my apprentice," Maul purred in
Obi-Wan's ear. " Caring for others makes you weak and
vulnerable."
The Sith began dragging Obi-Wan away towards a small corridor.
"Say goodbye to your precious Master, little one."
"Nooo!!! Master! No! Please, no!" Obi-Wan cried in
panic as he felt the grip on his mind retreat a little. He
struggled in earnest now.
Maul glanced back at the Jedi Master. "Farewell, Jedi. I
hope your death is long and painful," he smiled and left
taking the frantic Padawan with him.
"Qui-Gon!!!!!" Obi-Wan's shriek echoed in the small
room, as he was dragged away from his beloved Master.
"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon slumped back against the wall unable
to follow. Get up! Obi-Wan! his mind cried, but his
injured body wouldn't comply. Moment's later darkness swallowed
him.
Panaka and his guards found him that way sometime later.
"Is he dead?" one of the guards asked. Panaka just
leaned over the still form and laid a hand on the limp shoulder.
He started in surprise when the indigo eyes opened and the Jedi
Master's hand closed over his in a fierce grip.
"Don't..let..me..die," he gasped and then succumbed to
unconsciousness once more.
Panaka blinked. The Jedi wasn't asking out of fear. He was asking
out of rage.
TBC.....