| Subject: Winds Of Fate III |
Author:
Hypatia
|
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
Date Posted: 23:10:12 02/20/03 Thu
Here is the first installment(Hope it's not too long). The entire fic can be found at http://www.geocities.com/hypatia_kenobi/WindsofFateIII.htm
Winds of Fate III: Blasphemous Rumors.
Author: Hypatia
Rating: Hard PG-13 or Soft R. (Violence, Foul Language, Sexual Innuendo… all the things that make life interesting)
Warning: Forgive my spelling and Grammar mistakes. I just had Word to help me with this one. Taking a liberty with a Men in Black Quote…. “Unlimited potential of the human imagination and she comes up with this POS.”
Archive: No.
Note: I THINK I put enough in so someone who hasn’t read my Winds series can understand it. However, it has more meaning and fruity import if you have. The quick summary is...
Winds I: Girl from our time gets dropped into Phantom Menace, manages to play an integral part in helping out. Problem arises and to solve it she stays on Tatooine and warns about Qui-gon's impending doom. Qui-gon survives the blow with the sith, after he heals the guys got to Tatooine to rescue her and find her dying in the desert. They bring her back to the temple and save her. Obi-wan stays guard over her while she sleeps
Winds II: Girl wakes up not in Hospital bed, but on the sands of Tatooine... at the beginning of Ep IV. Is found by old Ben Kenobi who reveals she's a bit more then just ordinary. She's got some strange version of force power. Going with Luke and Han to rescue Leia from the death star, she watches Obi-wan die. The pain is so much she passes out. When she wakes again, she finds herself back to where she left off in Winds I (In bed, Newly minted Knight Obi remaining on watch through the night)
DISCLAIMER: *Le Sigh* Mommy do I HAVE to? Damn it. Star Wars is the intellectual property of George Lucas and his subsidiary companies. I hold no claim to them, nor am I receiving any form of compensation. Any other resemblance this story may bear to other works, fictional or factual, is either purely co-incidental, or so obviously intentional I added it just to see if anyone recognizes it. Again, I make no money, I’m just having fun.
~*~*~*~*~*~
You keep running. Your task is narrowed to putting one foot in front of the other and managing to remain standing upright. Sweat pours down your body. You are burning inside but your skin feels so incredibly cold. Your legs and lungs are in agonizing pain and you feel as if you could fall asleep on your feet.
“Come on!” called a healer from the back. “It’s our turn to observe. Test strength.”
The Jedi council is standing in a circle around a treadmill watching you sweat. How long you have been running you have no idea, but in a way you greatly appreciate it. Running allows your mind to be freed of the daily troubles. You are grateful that the past few days you were worked to utter exhaustion and are asleep before your head hits the pillow. It keeps you from thinking about how Obi-wan Kee-fucking-obi is making tears appear in your eyes.
You woke up in the hospital alone. The hospital bit didn’t surprise you. That was the location you fell asleep after mysteriously returning from Tatooine and the Death star. The alone status is what bothered you. You fell asleep warm and cozy in Obi-wan’s arms and wound in blankets. He was gone when you woke up and left you nothing, no note, not a word. Just gone.
And DAMN did it sting.
That is why you barely shrugged when the Council, healers and other trainers wanted to work you into exhaustion with demonstrations of how you function. They wanted to see how connected you are to your “inner energy” now. What kind of training you might need…ect. It made sense. You are the first mage since the sith wars ended. They want to know what you can do.
You’ve been too depressed and tired to eat much this past month. With a sigh you redouble your efforts and hope for your fifth (or was it sixth?) wind to hit you. After a while, it becomes abundantly clear the only wind you have left is the fan blowing behind you. You are even too tired to fart and create that kind of wind. The healers stand inside the circle of Council members and watch you with even more intensity.
Your vision swims a bit but you wipe your eyes with your forearm, figuring it’s only sweat. When it doesn’t go away you immediately slap the emergency stop button on the treadmill and stagger off it. There is a murmur of disapproval as you walk on legs made of jelly and cartilage to Mace Windu. He stares down at you with an arched eyebrow. You swear to god there is something inside you that is still running on that gerbil machine.
You are about to give him a piece of your mind when your body decides that the cold marble floor is looking mighty comfortable. Your knees give out and you feel your body go limp for impact with the stone. Your eyes close and you hope that the Healers will be able to handle the concussion you are going to get from the collision of the floor with your head.
************8
“I don’t care what you and the rest of the world wants with her. Can’t you see she has been through enough?” came a familiar voice that was a velvety male but held steel beneath it.
“But we need to know what her limits are for training.” A whine you have come to identify with a particularly snot nosed healer.
“Literally running her into the ground is a good indication of her current limits wouldn’t you say?” you can almost hear the clash of battle steel in the voice. Qui-gon, it was Qui-gon! He’s come to rescue you. You moan and try to sit up, but find your body protesting, so you attempt to roll. There is the sound of boots clicking along the floor then strong arms pull you into a gentle embrace. “Hush, you are going to be safe.”
You murmur happily and simply force your tired limbs to climb into the welcoming warmth. You feel a warm cloak wrap around you and you settle further into the lap. From what you can gather through your sense of touch, you are curled into a fetal position, your head resting on his shoulder, his cloak wrapped around both of you.
“Qui-gon” rumbles Mace Windu, “What do you think you are doing?”
“Helping a very tired young lady get the rest she needs.” He replies evenly.
“So you run in, catch her before she hits the ground and keep running? After a search we find her on your bed in your quarters?”
“Yes. She was tired and I could think of no better place to hide her and let her get some much needed rest” He defends himself. “I think you and the Healers have all the information you need to select an appropriate trainer. Since the healers have seen fit to not give me an assignment, I will assign myself to look after her and prevent this from happening again.”
“Defying the council yet again Qui-gon?” Mace Windu says, with a great deal of affection in his voice.
Qui-gon’s chuckle vibrates his chest and feels warm and relaxing against your body. As welcoming as home baked bread. “To the very last breath Councilor Mace Windu.”
“We will miss you, old friend.” Mace Windu chuckled, “Without you, who will scandalize us?”
He laughs, “I think this little one here will do a better job then I ever did. I have a feeling with this one, the Jedi are going to become flexible like we’ve never seen.” You feel a large hand stroke your hair and cradle your head.
You sense Mace Windu come to kneel by you and trace your chin with his finger. “We were all afraid you were going to turn into a ghost once Obi-wan was knighted. That nothing more would keep your attention you would simply wait to die from your illness.”
Illness? Qui-gon was dying? The way they were talking about it, it seemed as if everyone knew.
It suddenly struck you like a bolt of lightning. He had been dying long before he stepped foot on Naboo. You shiver and snuggle closer trying to deny what you have heard. But the truth remains, your vague control can sense his life force slipping away… ever so slowly. It was like watching air slip out of a tiny hole in a balloon. At first the balloon shrinks slowly, then increases in speed.
Because of your gift, you can only see it, you can’t save him.
Other things begin to make sense. Why Qui-gon was sent on a mission that seemed almost too easy for a jedi master of his stature.
Why Qui-gon failed in the battle with the sith. He wasn’t in his youth but he certainly was skilled enough to take on anyone on two legs with a saber, darkside aiding the opposing party or not. Hell, age had nothing to do with it. Yoda probably could defeat Maul and he was an arthritic three foot high garden gnome. Qui-gon was sick, that is why he tired out.
Obi-wan was well beyond knighthood to have defeated the Sith. Maybe, just maybe, everyone held Obi-wan back for fear Qui-gon might waste away after Obi-wan’s trials. No one wanted to see a Jedi warrior broken by a disease and waiting to die.
Yes sir-ee, this all sure explained one HELL of a lot.
“The force had other things in mind then me wasting away.” He laughs
“You take it upon yourself to care for her?”
“yes. Whoever trains her will have me on their heels to make sure they treat her properly.”
“Excellent. It’s hard to escape yourself.”
There was a pause. Then Qui-gon’s hair tickles your cheek as you feel him incline his head. “I am honored and accept. I will train her to the best of my ability.”
“Good.” You hear the rustle of Mace Windu standing up and leaving. You hear the soft footsteps stop. “By the way, if I had said no, what would you have said.”
It was then you get really annoyed and decide to answer for him. “Fuck off Mace, I am trying to sleep.” You slip off to dreamland, Jedi laughter following you down.
*******************8
Do you want some more? Read here.... http://www.geocities.com/hypatia_kenobi/WindsofFateIII.htm
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
| |
Feedback: 