Clutching My Cure
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Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
51
Views:
9,688
Reviews:
147
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter Twenty-Three
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Chapter Twenty-Three
Qui-Gon paced the confines of his luxurious prison cell, the chain on his wrist rattling with each agitated step he took. Fingers of his free hand lifted to pull at the metal collar around his neck in frustration. Even with the abominable thing on he’d felt a great surge of Darkside power close by. Unable to reach his apprentice through the Force, he was left clueless and worried about what had caused the disruption. His mind churned with horrible images of Bruck burned alive by Darkside Force lightning, murdered by hands that Qui-Gon himself had once taught.
He couldn’t help but think back on Obi-Wan’s fierce rage. The boy had struggled with his anger when he was younger. It had been that inability to control his emotions that had caused numerous Jedi Masters to bypass him, Qui-Gon included in the beginning. If Obi-Wan had remained a Jedi and received the proper training, in time he would have learned to release that anger. Qui-Gon couldn’t help but worry that the young man would strike out at Bruck in an effort to get back at him. Perhaps had just done so.
A pervasive chill gripped him at the thought. When the door slid open he spun around quickly, anxious to demand to see his apprentice. It was therefore a shock when Bruck himself entered looking healthy and surprisingly happy. Qui-Gon started forward to greet him, only to pull up when he realized Obi-Wan followed close on Bruck’s heels. The luminous eyes briefly met his, resentment and anger still boiling just below the surface before the young man focused his attention on Bruck. Uncertain what was going on, Qui-Gon smiled with relief at his apprentice.
“It’s good to see you well, Padawan. I felt a great disturbance in the Force moments ago, a large release of Darkside powers and was concerned.”
“Afraid I decided to kill him, Jinn?” Obi-Wan’s sneer was met with studied calm from the Jedi Master and a pleading glance from Bruck.
Hands on his hips, Qui-Gon replied with all seriousness. “I admit that I did have a moment of concern. You’re behavior the other day left quite an impression, Obi-Wan.”
“Good. Nothing to worry about. I’m sure Xan was just dealing with some business.”
Seeing the tension increase in Obi-Wan’s body, Bruck slipped between the two men before anything could happen. “Master. I asked Obi-Wan to come and speak openly and honestly with you about what happened in the past.”
Regale features reflected surprise before Qui-Gon smoothed them into solemn lines. “I’m glad. I would like the opportunity to discuss the fallout with you.”
“Fallout?” Obi-Wan did nothing to disguise his outraged disbelief. “Is that what you tell yourself in order to live with what you did? That we had a falling out?”
“That’s how I view what happened,” Qui-Gon explained in bafflement. “We both made mistakes and have much to atone for. It’s good that you’re finally at a place where you are open to exploring the part you played in..”
“I was a fragging child you perverted son-of-a-bitch!”
Bruck’s wince at his master’s words was followed closely by a groan at Obi-Wan’s snarled curse. Only seconds into the conversation and the two already had him reeling, feeling like he’d gone ten rounds with a Hutt. Before he could intercede Qui-Gon unwittingly managed to stoke the fires of Obi-Wan’s rage even more.
“But you’d been raised since infancy to know better. You should have followed my lead during the mission and not let your heart guide your actions.”
“Master…” Bruck’s plea fell on deaf ears as Obi-Wan launched himself at the Jedi Master with an almost animalistic growl. As the two fell to the ground in a tangle of arms and legs, he hovered over them and looked for an opportunity to present itself and allow him to pull them apart without being punched in the process.
Obi-Wan was soon straddling the Jedi Master’s waist, teeth pulled back from his teeth as his fists pounded away at a non-resisting Jinn’s face. His chest rose and fell in labored sobs, tears soon streaming down his face as he was thrown back in time. He stared into Qui-Gon’s eyes but didn’t really see him as the face of his molester was superimposed on the Jedi’s rapidly bleeding and bruised one.
“Obi-Wan! Stop!” Bruck’s frantic pleas went unnoticed. Knowing he had to do something and soon, or risk his mentor suffering serious injuries, he took a risk and wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan’s chest and literally yanked him away. He grimaced as the much smaller man kicked at his legs viciously in a struggle to free himself. It soon became apparent that he would have to find a way to jolt Obi-Wan back to the present as he seemed lost at the moment.
Dropping them both to their knees, Bruck unwrapped him arms long enough to reach up and cup the former Jedi’s face between his hands. Thumbs stroking high cheekbones in a calming manner, Bruck ignored clenched teeth and pressed his lips against Obi-Wan’s.
“It’s alright, Obi,” he whispered soothingly in between kisses. “He can’t hurt you anymore. I won’t let him.”
Qui-Gon slowly sat up, hands lifting to stem the flow of blood from his nose. One eye was already swelling as he pulled himself into the chair nearby and watched the two young men. He was unsettled by the look of devotion and caring on Bruck’s face as he tended to Obi-Wan. His apprentice was setting himself up for a painful fall and Qui-Gon felt helpless to intervene.
Obi-Wan’s sobs had quieted to mere hiccups, his lips eagerly drinking in the warmth Bruck was offering when the door opened. Qui-Gon tensed as Xanatos stepped into the room, that cold gaze quickly taking in his battered face before shifting to the two younger men. The expression that crossed those pale handsome features made his heart skip a beat, his body preparing to protect the younger men if necessary.
“Well, well. What have we here?”
Bruck and Obi-Wan slowly broke apart at the sound of his voice, the frigid tones sending both their hearts plummeting. Obi-Wan forced himself to his feet in order to meet his enraged lover, ignoring Bruck’s hands as they frantically sought to keep him in place.
“What’s that old saying? While the sandpanthers away, the womp rats will play?” Xanatos inquired mockingly.
The tension in the room was suffocating as the four men braced themselves for whatever happened next.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Qui-Gon paced the confines of his luxurious prison cell, the chain on his wrist rattling with each agitated step he took. Fingers of his free hand lifted to pull at the metal collar around his neck in frustration. Even with the abominable thing on he’d felt a great surge of Darkside power close by. Unable to reach his apprentice through the Force, he was left clueless and worried about what had caused the disruption. His mind churned with horrible images of Bruck burned alive by Darkside Force lightning, murdered by hands that Qui-Gon himself had once taught.
He couldn’t help but think back on Obi-Wan’s fierce rage. The boy had struggled with his anger when he was younger. It had been that inability to control his emotions that had caused numerous Jedi Masters to bypass him, Qui-Gon included in the beginning. If Obi-Wan had remained a Jedi and received the proper training, in time he would have learned to release that anger. Qui-Gon couldn’t help but worry that the young man would strike out at Bruck in an effort to get back at him. Perhaps had just done so.
A pervasive chill gripped him at the thought. When the door slid open he spun around quickly, anxious to demand to see his apprentice. It was therefore a shock when Bruck himself entered looking healthy and surprisingly happy. Qui-Gon started forward to greet him, only to pull up when he realized Obi-Wan followed close on Bruck’s heels. The luminous eyes briefly met his, resentment and anger still boiling just below the surface before the young man focused his attention on Bruck. Uncertain what was going on, Qui-Gon smiled with relief at his apprentice.
“It’s good to see you well, Padawan. I felt a great disturbance in the Force moments ago, a large release of Darkside powers and was concerned.”
“Afraid I decided to kill him, Jinn?” Obi-Wan’s sneer was met with studied calm from the Jedi Master and a pleading glance from Bruck.
Hands on his hips, Qui-Gon replied with all seriousness. “I admit that I did have a moment of concern. You’re behavior the other day left quite an impression, Obi-Wan.”
“Good. Nothing to worry about. I’m sure Xan was just dealing with some business.”
Seeing the tension increase in Obi-Wan’s body, Bruck slipped between the two men before anything could happen. “Master. I asked Obi-Wan to come and speak openly and honestly with you about what happened in the past.”
Regale features reflected surprise before Qui-Gon smoothed them into solemn lines. “I’m glad. I would like the opportunity to discuss the fallout with you.”
“Fallout?” Obi-Wan did nothing to disguise his outraged disbelief. “Is that what you tell yourself in order to live with what you did? That we had a falling out?”
“That’s how I view what happened,” Qui-Gon explained in bafflement. “We both made mistakes and have much to atone for. It’s good that you’re finally at a place where you are open to exploring the part you played in..”
“I was a fragging child you perverted son-of-a-bitch!”
Bruck’s wince at his master’s words was followed closely by a groan at Obi-Wan’s snarled curse. Only seconds into the conversation and the two already had him reeling, feeling like he’d gone ten rounds with a Hutt. Before he could intercede Qui-Gon unwittingly managed to stoke the fires of Obi-Wan’s rage even more.
“But you’d been raised since infancy to know better. You should have followed my lead during the mission and not let your heart guide your actions.”
“Master…” Bruck’s plea fell on deaf ears as Obi-Wan launched himself at the Jedi Master with an almost animalistic growl. As the two fell to the ground in a tangle of arms and legs, he hovered over them and looked for an opportunity to present itself and allow him to pull them apart without being punched in the process.
Obi-Wan was soon straddling the Jedi Master’s waist, teeth pulled back from his teeth as his fists pounded away at a non-resisting Jinn’s face. His chest rose and fell in labored sobs, tears soon streaming down his face as he was thrown back in time. He stared into Qui-Gon’s eyes but didn’t really see him as the face of his molester was superimposed on the Jedi’s rapidly bleeding and bruised one.
“Obi-Wan! Stop!” Bruck’s frantic pleas went unnoticed. Knowing he had to do something and soon, or risk his mentor suffering serious injuries, he took a risk and wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan’s chest and literally yanked him away. He grimaced as the much smaller man kicked at his legs viciously in a struggle to free himself. It soon became apparent that he would have to find a way to jolt Obi-Wan back to the present as he seemed lost at the moment.
Dropping them both to their knees, Bruck unwrapped him arms long enough to reach up and cup the former Jedi’s face between his hands. Thumbs stroking high cheekbones in a calming manner, Bruck ignored clenched teeth and pressed his lips against Obi-Wan’s.
“It’s alright, Obi,” he whispered soothingly in between kisses. “He can’t hurt you anymore. I won’t let him.”
Qui-Gon slowly sat up, hands lifting to stem the flow of blood from his nose. One eye was already swelling as he pulled himself into the chair nearby and watched the two young men. He was unsettled by the look of devotion and caring on Bruck’s face as he tended to Obi-Wan. His apprentice was setting himself up for a painful fall and Qui-Gon felt helpless to intervene.
Obi-Wan’s sobs had quieted to mere hiccups, his lips eagerly drinking in the warmth Bruck was offering when the door opened. Qui-Gon tensed as Xanatos stepped into the room, that cold gaze quickly taking in his battered face before shifting to the two younger men. The expression that crossed those pale handsome features made his heart skip a beat, his body preparing to protect the younger men if necessary.
“Well, well. What have we here?”
Bruck and Obi-Wan slowly broke apart at the sound of his voice, the frigid tones sending both their hearts plummeting. Obi-Wan forced himself to his feet in order to meet his enraged lover, ignoring Bruck’s hands as they frantically sought to keep him in place.
“What’s that old saying? While the sandpanthers away, the womp rats will play?” Xanatos inquired mockingly.
The tension in the room was suffocating as the four men braced themselves for whatever happened next.