But what happened to the sith!qui jedi!obi universe, last we heard Obi-Wan was having a breakdown, we know that Qui-Gon doesn’t want Obi-Wan to become a sith, so how is he going to help him?
The breeze gently
ruffled through his hair and Obi-Wan tilted his face up to the sun,
feeling his shoulders slowly relax as he let the sensation of
untainted earth and grass cling to his clothes and skin.
The fish nipped at
his toes and he opened his eyes to peer down into the pond, grinning
a bit.
“You’re
smiling, that is a good change.” A voice rumbled and he looked up,
staring at the Sith who was slowly moving around the pond to be on
the same side as him.
He should be
frightened, should flinch away.
But he had nothing
to fear from the Sith version of Qui-Gon as the man knelt down beside
him
“I feel better.”
Obi-Wan confessed, peering at the other man.
“Good…if you
remain here, will you continue to be better?” Qui-Gon reached out,
brushing his fingers against the others hair, quietly watching as
Obi-Wan stayed still for the others hand.
His question got a
small shrug out of the Jedi. “I don’t know. I…” He looked
away, dislodging Qui-Gon’s hand from his face. “I don’t think I
know much of anything anymore. I don’t…my mind feels like it has
gaps, as if I’m partly broken.” He looked around the garden. “I
could stay here though. Be safe. Be… me.” He looked down at his
knees.
“Loneliness
could drive you insane as much as company of the Sith variety could.”
The sith pointed out.
“…I think its
to late for my sanity by now anyhow. But I feel calm.” Obi-Wan
murmured.
Qui-Gon mused on
that, watching Obi-Wan before stroking the others cheek tenderly once
again. “Then here is where you’ll remain. Safe, cared for by me.”
He rumbled out and drew the other to his chest.
The Jedi went
willingly, resting against his chest while peering into the pond at
the fish. “I’ll need hobbies or I’ll grow bored.”
“Of course.”
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“I have a gift
for you.” Obi-Wan looked up from where he was kneeling in the
garden, hands covered in dirt from weeding a flowerbed he had planted
himself. Qui-Gon held out his hand to him, helping the Jedi up,
uncaring of the earth that now covered his own hand.
Obi-Wan rubbed his
hands against his work tunic, staining it even further. “A gift?”
He questioned curiously as Qui-Gon observed the other.
The wrinkles of
stress had faded from Obi-Wan’s face and his skin had taken on a
soft glow from days exposed to the sun of Serenno’s sun and warmth.
His face was full, his eyes glittered with curiosity and his hair
shone with health.
A nervous part of
Qui-Gon fell away at that and he smirked a bit. “Indeed, its inside
though, so please, come with me.”
“I’ll need to
leave my boots by the door, or I’ll track mud inside.”
Qui-Gon snorted
but nodded, the two heading inside with Obi-Wan leaving his boots
outside the door.
“I do hope its
not a book or something. I was in the middle of something.” Obi-Wan
glanced at the other, wondering what the Sith was up to.
“Its not a
book.” Qui-Gon smirked. “No this is something I’m sure you’ll
like.”
He lead Obi-Wan to
one of the tea rooms in the house, making the dirty Jedi sit down on
the couch. “Close your eyes.” He instructed, chuckling when
Obi-Wan gave him a wary look. “Do it, I promise this is not
unpleasant.”
“…I don’t
like this.” Obi-Wan sighed then did as told, closing his eyes with
a wary noise in his throat as he heard Qui-Gon shift around the room.
A sound like a crate being picked up and moved.
“…Qui-Gon.”
Obi-Wan murmured in warning.
The Sith only
chuckled before there was a soft thump somewhere in front of Obi-Wan.
“You can open your eyes.”
Taking a deep
breath, Obi-Wan did so, blinking as he did before his eyes went wide,
staring speechlessly at the table.
Back at him a
large avian stared, its plumage deep blue with long tail feathers and
a silvering beak, its black and blue eyes watching Obi-Wan with a
deep intelligence.. Its silver claws were set in the perch it was on
but no chain restrained it.
“…Is that…”
“Canus bird.
Yes.” Qui-Gon murmured. “I got her for you. Being alone is not
healthy and you need a…trustworthy companion. Someone to speak to.
She will hold your secrets and be your company.”
Reaching out
slowly, Obi-Wan allowed his fingers to brush the soft plumage.
She cooed at him
in approval.
“…Aren’t
they suppose to speak?”
“She can, she’s
being a dick and not because I’m here.” Qui-Gon offered dryly and
Obi-Wan let out a startled laugh.
He laughed until
he was crying, Qui-Gon reaching for him and this time Obi-Wan allowed
himself to be pulled into the others lap and held tightly, the others
large hands rubbing his back with a steady pressure and murmuring
comfort until Obi-Wan had cried himself empty.
Sore as his eyes
and head was, the crying felt good, felt healing as he snuggled up
against the Sith, letting him hold.
‘Its not my
world, things are so twisted…but I can make a life here…’ He
glanced up at Qui-Gon and then shifted until he could give the other
a peck on the lips. ‘I can make a life here.’
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