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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!
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
Notes: Thanks to my beta's and my wonderful Master! for all her help with this
story!
Spoilers: Well I haven't read any of the books, but thanks to my Master I know
this contains some spoilers for the JA books and for the Darth Maul Journal.
The Story thus far: That scene in TPM. ExceptÉMaul has destroyed
the Jedi Temple and overpowers Obi-Wan, taking him prisoner. He
taunts a badly wounded Qui-Gon that he will turn Obi-Wan to the
darkside. Maul leaves dragging Obi-Wan with him. Qui-Gon unable
to follow passes out. Panaka and his guards find him there and as
Panaka leans over him Qui- Gon wakes and tells Panaka not to let
him die. Obi-Wan is dragged aboard the Sith's transport, Where
Maul decides to have a little 'fun' with his new apprentice, and
also rips out Obi-Wan's bond with Qui-Gon. A concerened Amidala
and Anakin meanwhile watch over a unconcious Qui-Gon back in the
med bay on Naboo. Qui-Gon suffers a seizure when the
Master/Apprentice bond is severed frightening Ami and Ani who
leave the room shortly after. Senator Palpatine taunts the
unconcious Qui-Gon telling him he will see more pain very soon. ~
I'm terrible at summaries lol!
Time ceased to have meaning for Obi-Wan Kenobi. He pulled his
knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around himself for warmth.
How long he had been left in the small cell he didn't know. He
briefly wondered if they were just going to leave him to die. It
felt like he had been confined for weeks, when he knew it had
really only been a day or two. He couldn't remember the last time
he'd had anything to eat or drink. No one had even set foot in
the room since he'd been there that he'd noticed.
He couldn't stop rubbing at his skin, feeling the creepy legs and
antennae still on him. He'd endured the roaches crawling all over
him, and held a hand over his mouth to keep the bugs from
entering. But when they began to seek out every opening into his
body, he'd become consumed with sheer terror. They'd tried to
crawl into his nostrils, scurrying and pushing, crawling around
his ears, seeking the opening there. He'd begun to scream and
couldn't stop, passing out shortly after. When he awoke there had
been no sign of the horrid things.
He leaned his head against the cool wall and groaned. His throat
ached from screaming and his head and soul throbbed from the
freshly severed bond between him and Qui-Gon. Rubbing his eyes
wearily he wondered if Qui-Gon was still alive. He remembered the
Sith saying something to that fact before he had succumbed to
unconsciousness. His vision blurred as the thought touched him
that Qui-Gon was probably one with the force by now. Obi-Wan
didn't see how his Master could survive the fatal wound inflicted
on him by the Sith.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He couldn't imagine his
life without his Master by his side, training him, guiding him,
laughing with him, loving him. Although the latter was mostly
Obi-Wan's feelings, he knew his Master loved him, but he didn't
know if he loved him the way Obi-Wan had come to love Qui-Gon. As
a man loves another man. 'I wish we could have talked more,' he
thought sadly. In the last year or so, Qui-Gon had become
increasingly harsh in attitude towards Obi-Wan. He seemed to only
have negative comments on his Padawan's abilities, and Obi-Wan
had felt the distance grow between them, even affecting their
training bond. Although Qui-Gon had never been one to heap on the
praise, he had until recently usually responded with warm
encouragement.
When the criticisms began, Obi-Wan had worked harder to please
his Master. Then Qui- Gon had practically thrown him away in
front of the entire council, asking that Anakin become his new
Padawan.
Still he loved Qui-Gon with all his heart and soul even though
their relationship had been strained in the last moments. He had
been forbidden by the code to reveal his feelings until he was a
Knight, and in just a few short minutes the opportunity to tell
his Master how he felt was gone forever.
He was startled out of his reverie when without warning, the door
hissed open, and Darth Maul entered carrying a flask of water.
"Hello, little one."
Obi-Wan stared mutely at the floor.
Maul smiled and walked over to where he was huddled in the
corner. "That's quite a set of lungs you have. Your screams
could be heard all over this sector," he knelt down in front
of his captive, reaching out and stroking the Padawan's face.
Obi-Wan jerked away from the unwanted touch.
"Where are we?" his voice sounded gravelly and his
throat was on fire.
"You're on board my Master's space station," Maul told
him. "He's away on important business, but he will return
very soon."
"Good for him," Obi-Wan replied sarcastically.
"You know, he did the same to me," Maul grabbed
Obi-Wan's arm, examining the numerous scratches the insects had
left on him. His tone was almost sympathetic.
"What?" Obi-Wan couldn't take his eyes of the horns
that adorned the tattooed head. He wondered if the Sith had been
born with them.
"My Master. He use to put Dinkos in my bed at night."
"He did? " Obi-Wan didn't want to feel sorry for this
monster in front of him.
"Yes," Maul replied softly. "You know a Dinko
secrets stinking venom when startled. I was locked in with them
all night. My skin was inflamed and my eyes were swollen the next
morning.
He ran a gloved hand down the inside of Obi-Wan's bare thigh.
Obi-Wan slapped the hand away. "Then you of all people
should know how horrible it is," he snarled.
"Yes, but therein lies lesson number three. That which you
suffer also makes you stronger."
"Suffering leads to the dark side," Obi-Wan spat back
at him.
Maul laughed and sat down beside the young Jedi. He slowly dipped
his finger into the flask, making ripples in the calm water.
"Yes, and you're suffering aren't you little Jedi?"
Obi-Wan tried not to eye the water. His aching throat making it
all but impossible.
"Ask me," Maul prompted softly.
Obi-Wan looked up at him, licking his dry lips. He didn't want
anything from the dark lord, but he didn't know if and when it
would be offered again.
"Please," he finally whispered.
Without a word, Maul handed him the flask. Obi-Wan swallowed the
cool liquid greedily. It tasted wonderful, and he could feel some
of his strength returning. He dipped his own finger into the
liquid and rubbed it into his dry cracked lips. The flask was
yanked from his hand before he could finish the rest.
"Hey!"
"There's plenty more where this came from, " Maul set
the flask behind him. "But there is something you must do
for me first."
Obi-Wan sighed. What more would this Sith take from him?
"You must sever your last tie to your Master."
"What are you talking about?"
Maul brought a hand up and fingered his Padawan braid.
"Never!" Obi-Wan hissed defiantly. It was the last
thing that marked him as Qui-Gon's. He would not part with it.
"You will not eat, drink, or bathe until that braid is cut,
and you will cut it." Maul threatened softly.
"I won't do it," Obi-Wan repeated stubbornly.
Maul's fingers wrapped around his braid and jerked him roughly
forward. The Sith's hot mouth pressed over the Jedi's, devouring
him until the young man was lightheaded and gasping for air.
Before Obi-Wan could recover, the Sith reached into his cloak,
pulling out a syringe, and plunged it into the soft skin at the
back of Obi-Wan's neck.
"You will change your mind, my apprentice," Maul stood
up shoving the empty syringe back into his tunics. He picked up
the flask of water and upended it, pouring the remaining contents
over Obi-Wan's head. Obi-Wan gasped as the cold water coursed
over his bare skin. He was so thirsty; he almost licked the water
from his body.
"I will be back shortly. I suggest by then you decide to
cooperate." Maul stalked from the room. The door hissed
softly closed behind him.
"When Tatooine freezes over!" Obi-Wan shouted at the
closed door, bringing his hand to the sore spot on his neck. His
head was spinning, and he felt nauseated. He didn't even feel it
when his head connected with the floor.
He was falling into a dark void. He seemed to fall forever, then
the ground rushed up to meet him and he landed with a painful
thud. He struggled to his feet, glancing around. A swirling mist
surrounded him, and caressed him like the hands of a lover. A dim
halo of light lit the shadows and gloom. Mist swirled past his
face. It parted before him, and a tunnel stood in his path. He
began making his way towards the tunnel when a familiar voice
called to him.
"Obi-Wan"
Qui-Gon Jinn walked out of the haze.
"Master," he breathed in bewilderment. "But, I
thought you were dead," he tentatively reached out and
gasped when his hand passed cleanly through Qui-Gon's
mid-section.
Qui-Gon Jinn became very real when a hand reached out and clamped
down tight on Obi- Wan's wrist. He gazed questioningly into the
indigo eyes. They were filled with pain, and something else,
something he couldn't identify.
"Yes, Obi-Wan, I am dead." he said solemnly, then the
eyes hardened and burned blood red. "And it's all your
fault," he hissed.
Obi-Wan pulled back in shock. This couldn't be his Master
speaking, but weren't these his exact thoughts as he'd seen
Qui-Gon struck down by the Sith Lord? He tried to free his wrist,
but the grip Qui-Gon had on him was immovable. .
"I never should have taken you as my Padawan. You always
were too brash and impatient. I knew you would be my
undoing."
"No, Master...you don't mean that," his voice was a
barely choked whisper.
Suddenly Qui-gon doubled over clutching at his stomach, releasing
his vicelike grip.
"It hurts, Obi-Wan. Why does it hurt so much?" the
beautiful indigo eyes were back, pleading with him now. "I'm
so cold, Obi-WanÉso cold."
Instinctively he reached out to his distraught Master. Qui-Gon
pulled his arm back, and Obi- Wan had a brief second to register
the now deformed hands, long claws visible at the end. Then they
were arching down, slicing into the side of his face, slamming
him to the ground. Qui-Gon stood over him as he held a hand to
his smarting cheek, the blood flowing freely between his shaking
fingers.
"Time for you to join me, Obi-Wan. Time for you to
die." the claws pulled back again preparing to strike the
killing blow. Obi-Wan began backing away while raising his arms
in a futile attempt to deflect the blow.
"Master! Don't!"
He heard the claws slicing through the air, and the mist swirled
past his face. He was back in his cell. His hand brushed along an
unblemished cheek. No cuts. 'It wasn't real' he thought, sighing
with relief. He had no idea what was going on, but he had some
pretty nasty suspicions. He was certain Maul had used some form
of mind-altering substance on him; nevertheless, shaken to the
core he buried his head in his arms and sobbed.
In the medical bay on Naboo, the real Qui-Gon Jinn slowly
awakened and opened his eyes. Anakin, who had been idly tossing a
ball in the corner of the room, turned at the sharp intake of
breath. He dropped the ball, and ran to the Jedi Master's side.
"Master Qui-Gon! You're awake." the boy's smile was
brilliant.
Qui-Gon blinked rapidly bringing the boy's face into focus. He
whispered a soft "Ani" his voice strained from disuse.
Anakin grabbed the chair behind him, sitting down he broke into a
steady stream of nervous chatter.
"We were so worried about you! I was so scared you were
going to die, but you're awake now. You're going to be just fine.
I know it!!" the boy continued oblivious to the Jedi
Master's efforts to try to speak to him. "Did you know I
blew up the droid control ship? You should have seen it! All the
droids down here stopped working, and PadmeÉerrÉQueen Amidala
was able to take back her city!" Anakin laid his hand on
Qui-Gon's shoulder. "And don't you worry, Master Qui-Gon
sir. We'll find Jedi Kenobi real soon. They're out searching for
him now."
Qui-Gon moaned softly. The memory of what had befallen his
apprentice coming back to him in a terrifying rush. He began to
jerk and thrash on the small bed. Anakin stared openmouthed
frightened by the scene unfolding in front of him.
"Nooooo!" Qui-Gon cried frantically. The monitors
beside him began blinking and beeping wildly.
"Ani! What happened?" Amidala rushed into the room,
along with several others.
The youngster shook his head, unable to speak.
"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon called again, a single tear slid
down his face, then his body convulsed and went limp.
"Droid!" the Queen shouted desperately. She clutched
young Skywalker to her.
The med droid stood up from his bent position over the Jedi
Master.
"I'm sorry, your Highness. He's gone into shock. That
combined with the weakness from his wound and fever, he may not
survive."
The Queen stared at him mutely. Her face hardened and she laid a
hand on Anakin's shoulder, knowing the boy didn't need to be
seeing or hearing this.
"Alright, do what you can for him. Everyone out! " she
ordered sweeping the boy into her arms and stalking from the
room. All followed her but one. The med droid placed another
blanket over the unconcious Jedi, gave him an injection, and left
to check on patients in the next room. A figure clad in dark
robes stepped out from the corner.
Senator Palpatine moved to the Jedi, placing both his hands on
each side of Qui-Gon's head he whispered.
"No, Jedi. You can't die on me. Not just yet. I still have
plans for you," he sent a flood of healing energy into the
sick man. The monitors went to a normal rhythm, and Qui-Gon's
features relaxed. His chest moved steadily up and down. Palpatine
stood back and laughed softly, then slipped from the room.
Tbc.....