He faced Qui-Gon a pensive expression on his face. “Qui-Gon—wait. That isn’t right. Master,” he said, bowing with his eyes closed, as if fighting off the dizziness that Terza had warned him about. “I owe you an explanation, yes, but I feel it is one that the Council should hear, as well.”
Qui-Gon realized he was staring at Obi-Wan. Who was this ultra-polite, refined, bewildering man that had replaced his exuberant Padawan?
Mature, AU, warnings for torture. After an injury put him into a strange coma, padawan Obi-Wan wakes remembering a whole history that now will never happen – at least not if he can help it. This is a mega-epic, spanning several novels – including a complete retelling of the canon as part of a vision in this awesome AU.
His eyes are not on his hands, not where skilled blunt fingertips caress and pummel the cobalt blue custom Fender Jazz into sweet throbbing submission. His eyes are not anywhere on the trajectory of a small pale green item of feminine clothing about to flop down at his feet, missing its mark by a good six feet, he suspects. His eyes are not on the likely originator of said pale green item, frantically waving her arms in the air, her head thrown back in a scream of frenzied excitement as Ben-K goes down on one knee and wraps himself around the mike stand sinuously, crawling towards her while belting out the high notes like an angel in agony. The slack khaki pants that have threatened to fall off his hips all evening have slid a little lower.
From where he is standing, the view is perfect.
Mature, band!AU. This really shouldn’t work, but it very much does. In few words the author paints a picture of our boys, different but recognizable.
A gorgeous, touching retelling of my favourite part of TPM – the relationship between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, and how they both have to face their destinies. Can be read as slash or gen, as you like. 🙂 Music: Moving Mountains (Invincible), by Two Steps From Hell.