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To Reach the Greatest Completion	By : Camorgan Category: Star Wars (All) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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To Reach the Greatest Completion
Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi
Rating: About as M as you can get without an animated video.
Warnings: AU, sexual content, un-Jedi-like behavior, a bastardization of plot that would probably give George Lucas a stroke. If you are strictly cannon, or are offended by an abuse of the Master/Padawan relationship, LEAVE.
Author’s note: If I seriously mess something up as far as Star Wars fact or some other that can’t be explained by the AUness of this story, please tell me because I am new to this fandom and I am not super confident that I will ever have a full understanding of this vast world. Thus, I remain a coward and stick to AU so I can’t butcher anything beyond recognition.
Disclaimer: I most solemnly swear that I do not own Star Wars or anything affiliated with Star Wars. I am not cool enough.

Summary: In a different world, Coruscant is a peaceful land, the most beautiful the galaxy has to offer. The people who live here dedicate themselves to scholarly pursuit, meditation, and discovering the meaning of life. The very best of these scholars are called the Jedi. Jedi train and study for years to reach the prominent and respectable title of Jedi. At the very core of the Jedi’s lifestyle, there is the revered goal of finding a life-mate. Every Jedi aspires to bond to another, because to be bonded to a life-mate is to reach the very meaning of happiness, fulfillment and completion. Qui-Gon Jinn, a Jedi Master whom the people of Coruscant turn to for wisdom, is certain he shall never bond to another. Until he meets Obi-Wan Kenobi, a student of philosophy and meditation. He is swept up in the youth, and he defies all his expectations of solitude.

“Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.” –Aristotle
Under the early Coruscant sun, everything seemed to glow as if lit from within. On this day in particular, Coruscant was even more alit with happiness and a sense of well-being than usual. It was always a time to be celebrated when two people took the vow of a life bond. It was the height of Jedi reverence, to find the mate your soul has always been missing. It seemed as if everyone were in high spirits.
Everyone except Qui-Gon Jinn. As a Jedi Master, he really should be joyful for the couple being bonded, but that day his emotions were getting the best of him. Not that anyone around him would be able to tell. Qui-Gon was a reserved man. Quit, attentive, empathetic and astute, but withdrawn and modest in how much of himself he gave to others. Perhaps that was why he had yet to find his life partner. Or perhaps he was destined to live his life unbonded. He shouldn’t question this. He should live presently and accept the events of his life like water flowing over a smooth stone. But Qui-Gon was restless, as he was unaccustomed to. He felt as if something profound should be happening to him. He could feel it creeping up on him, it was right around the corner, but it was stubborn, it withheld.
He turned from his window, unable to watch the gleaming faces of the newly bonded life-mates below. His bitterness disturbed him, so much that he felt he could not stand to be alone with his thoughts. He would read then, distract his mind with intrigue.
With this in mind, he travelled to the library of the Jedi Temple. A library that served a well-read scholar is bound to be vast. In fact, the library was most likely the largest part of the temple. Most of the Jedi and Padawans in residence spent their time in the library, furthering their study and quenching their never ending thirst for knowledge and understanding.
Qui-Gon selected a random text, and settled in to read. It didn’t even matter what the text was about, really. He didn’t care, as long as it eased the dull ache that was beginning to form in his chest when he saw others embracing. And so the fact that he immersed himself in a rather dull political text meant very little. It did its duty, and when he had spent an hour in its company, he felt like he would be able to go on with his day without losing his composure.
However it would seem that this semblance of peace was destined to fade. For when Qui-Gon Jinn left the library, something happened that would change his life forever. Standing outside, wearing the beige robes and braid of a Padawan was a young man. He was speaking with a Jedi and smiling politely. Qui-Gon seemed to see everything a little slower. He wasn’t sure he was breathing, and he couldn’t quite tell if his heart was still beating.
“Qui-Gon! Please, come meet our newest Padawan.” The Jedi, Mace Windu called. Qui-Gon blinked, sucking in a gasp of breath. He realized he was still staring at the boy and sluggishly looked over to Master Windu. The other Jedi was looking at him expectantly. Qui-Gon managed to control the flush of heat that rose to his cheeks and approached the pair.
If the reaction he had at first seeing the boy wasn’t a sign that something was different here, then the affect he had on him face to face certainly did. And from the way the younger boy was looking at him, Qui-Gon could guess he wasn’t the only one. The boy’s eyes were wide, staring up at Qui-Gon’s taller frame with something between awe and terror. They were caught, unable to look away even as Master Windu began to speak.
“This is Obi-Wan Kenobi; he has been training to be a Padawan from a very young age and is very promising. We will be introducing him formally to all the masters this evening, to see whom to assign him.”
“I will train him.” Qui-Gon replied immediately, feeling somewhere deep within him that
this could be the only way. There was no other path for this boy, Obi-Wan, or himself, to walk. Master Windu raised an eyebrow delicately, but did not seem surprised. He looked between them and made a noise of slight amusement.
“Hm, indeed. It certainly seems you have…made a connection.” He commented. Qui-Gon managed to tear his eyes away from the enchanting face of his apprentice to look at Master Windu.
“You can always tell, Master Windu. It is a gut feeling.” Windu smiled tightly, not because he was discontented, but rather because he was a rather uptight man. He nodded, taking a step back from them.
“Well, I leave him in your care, then. I am sure you will be able to lead him well from here on.” Qui-Gon bowed his head in assent, waiting until he had rounded the corner to allow himself to look back at his new Padawan. The boy’s eyes widened in shock once more and he quickly bowed, peeking up through his eyelashes at Qui-Gon.
“Master.” He said, a note of wonder and gratefulness in his voice. Something stirred in Qui-Gon, different from his first feelings, but no less intense. He was less stricken, not as paralyzed. Instead a warm rush of affection seemed to overwhelm him. He laid a gentle hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, squeezing comfortingly.
“Padawan.” He acknowledged. Obi-Wan seemed to burst with pride and joy at this, straightening and beaming with the most gorgeous, infectious smile that Qui-Gon had ever seen. He smiled in return, his hand steady on Obi-Wan’s shoulder.
“I would imagine I should introduce myself.” Qui-Gon said, moving to Obi-Wan’s side and leading him gently toward his rooms, or, should he say, their rooms.
“My name is Qui-Gon Jinn. You may call me Master, Master Jinn, or perhaps later on, you may call me by my name.” He started.
“I am here to guide you in all things, and to help you reach your highest potential and your personal goals. I am at your disposal at any time, and you will be at my side always.” Something clenched in Qui-Gon’s chest at this. Yes, please by my side always, Obi-Wan. Dear Padawan. He blinked, swallowing around his rather violent want for that statement to be true in all ways.
“You may ask me any question and I will do my best to answer them. You must be a little overwhelmed by this happening so suddenly. Do you have any concerns or are you uncomfortable? I know adjusting to a Master can be difficult.” They had arrived at Qui-Gon’s rooms, so he led his new apprentice into the living area, motioning for him to sit and taking a place beside him.
“Master, I don’t feel uncomfortable in the least. In fact, I feel so content that I am a little surprised. You said to Master Windu that you can always tell. Did you mean you can always tell when a Padawan is meant to be under your instruction? Is that why I feel so completely comfortable with you, even though we have just met? Are all Masters and Padawans meant to be together?” Qui-Gon chuckled a little bit.
“My, you are not shy with your questions, Padawan. That is good. In my experience, there is usually a connection between Master and Padawan that makes them compatible with one another. I’m sure in your studies you have read about bonds. There is the romantic bond between life-mates, and a bond between Master and Padawan is similar to this bond in that an ideal Master and Padawan match can exist. Most of the time, there is simple compatibility based on personality and similar wave lengths. I would say that ours is an ideal Master Padawan bond, however, which is why we seemed to have connected instantly. This is very good, Padawan. A rare and lucky occurrence.”
Obi-Wan smiled, nodding in agreement. Rare and lucky, indeed, Obi-Wan thought. He was in astonishment at how quickly he had seemed to fall into place at the Jedi temple. He had been worried that the transition would be long and rocky. That he would feel lost, and his greatest fear was that he would not find a Master that he respected. He was over-joyed that all of his concerns were for naught. He had been swept under the wing of Qui-Gon Jinn and it was a warm and content place to be indeed.
“Master, what am I to learn first?” He asked eagerly. He felt in his heart that he would do whatever it was that Master Jinn told him to do. He desperately wanted his approval. To make his Master proud and to hear him say “well done, dear Padawan”. In a single moment all of his personal wants and desires seemed to disappear. His view narrowed and his world and his heart and his soul were no longer his own. They all rested in the hands of Qui-Gon Jinn.
“Well, there is a matter of ritual when Masters take on a Padawan. This is our first task.”
“What must be done?”
“There are three stages; the first is verbal acknowledgement, which I would say is finished. I have said I will be your Master, that you are my Padawan, and you have called me Master. The second is the adornment of the braid. While you have been growing your braid since the beginning of your studies, it does not fully represent your status as a Padawan yet. The Master presents his Padawan with a decoration upon taking him into his care.”
“What will you present me with, Master?” Obi-Wan asked, his eyes alight with the prospect that he should wear something that his Master gave him. Almost as if he could take a piece of his Master with him wherever he went.
Qui-Gon smiled kindly, reaching into the neck of his robes and pulling out a thin leather cord. Strung onto the cord was a very small yellow glass bead. He pulled the cord over his neck and untied the ends, letting the tiny bead fall into his opened hand. It glistened merrily in the sunlight streaming through the window.
Obi-Wan reached out, stroking a finger over the smooth surface of the bead, feeling warmth at his very first gift. He smiled shyly up at his Master, his heart beating faster as he removed his hand and accidentally brushed his fingertips over the coarse skin of his Master’s palm.
Qui-Gon tried to ignore the tingles that shot up his arm at Obi-Wan’s touch and scooted closer to the younger man. He held out the bead for Obi-Wan to hold, which he did, and then reached for the end of his Padawan braid.
He worked gently at removing the tie and unbraiding the hair half way. Obi-Wan’s auburn hair felt impossibly soft in his hands. He wondered if the closely cropped hair on top of head would be as enjoyable to touch as the strands of his braid. He took the bead from Obi-Wan and slid it carefully up to lay against the braided portion. He re-braided the rest and laid the finished braid on Obi-Wan’s shoulder.
Obi-Wan felt as if he could finally breathe again, for he was sure he was holding his breath the entire time his Master had been touching his hair. He could feel the warmth from his Master’s body radiating off of him, the ghost of his fingers moving closely to his neck, the soft breeze of his breath on his skin. All of it seemed to set Obi-Wan alight. He wasn’t quite sure why yet; he had never experienced this feeling before. Maybe it was normal to be acutely aware of one’s Master?
He reached up to finger the bead in his hair, liking the way it felt under his touch. He turned to his Master then.
“What is the final step, Master?”
“This last step is the most important, and often, most difficult part. However, I don’t anticipate us having much problem with this because our connection is so strong. This last step truly connects us as Master and Padawan. All else, the titles and decoration, is for formality and show. What really makes a Master and Padawan is the invisible entwinement of mind.”
“Entwinement of mind, Master?”
“Yes, Obi-Wan. It allows us to feel the other’s presence more accurately, as well as allowing us to share certain thoughts and emotions when we so choose to aid the learning process. At first this will be over-whelming, and it will be hard not to overshare some things. I imagine I will learn many things about you that you might not want me to know in the beginning. However, this is the nature of a Master and Padawan relationship. We will know each other better than anyone else. I assure you, whatever I unwittingly learn about you, it is safe with me.”
“I trust you Master. I cannot think of something I wouldn’t want you to know about me.” Obi-Wan replied honestly. Something about Qui-Gon knowing his thoughts and feelings felt pleasantly intimate. He liked the thought of his Master being in his mind and heart.
“I am glad to hear that, Padawan. That will certainly make us a formidable pair. Come, give me your hands. Touch is not necessary, but it makes it easier the first time around.” Qui-Gon wrapped his fingers around the hands his Padawan offered. They felt small and delicate in his huge, calloused hands. It sent a shock of pleasure to hold them, but it was not the time to think about that.
“I am going to reach out to your mind. You may have natural shields around your mind, but if you relax, I should be able to gently lower them. Focus on the push you feel and softly push back.”
Qui-Gon closed his eyes, breathing deeply as he pulled all of his own shields down and let his mind naturally reach out to Obi-Wan’s. It was not difficult in the least. It leaned and yearned toward Obi-Wan’s mind as if it was always meant to be there. The connection was instantaneous. Their minds seemed to click together like puzzle pieces, seamlessly melting and becoming one.
A wave of thoughts, memories and feelings crashed around Qui-Gon’s mind. It wasn’t painful though. It felt as if he were sliding into a warm bath, the water embracing him like an affectionate lover. He caught fast bits of things, Obi-Wan being swaddled in a blanket, feeling loved and warm in his mother’s embrace. Obi-Wan giggling and gurgling as he was handled a noisy toy. Obi-Wan as a young boy, a knap sack on his back as he left home to travel to the center Coruscant to study, his heart heavy. The young boy braiding the small lock of hair left after the rest was cut, feeling pride at his new journey. The joy and anticipation as he passed his Initiate Trials and received the robes of a Padawan. His memory of earlier today and how he felt stunned with fascination at seeing Qui-Gon’s face. The overwhelming feeling of acceptance, pride and comfort of calling Qui-Gon “Master”. His fierce desire to please Qui-Gon in every way, and to make him proud.
Obi-Wan was experiencing much of the same things, glimpsing into the man he now called Master. He saw a very young Qui-Gon leaving a strange planet and arriving on Coruscant. He was even younger than Obi-Wan had been when he began training. Qui-Gon was competing in an intellectual tournament, sometimes used to help Masters seeking a Padawan choose. He felt Qui-Gon’s sense of accomplishment as he was chosen by an older man. He watched as Qui-Gon was made a Jedi, how noble and strong he was. His life passed by with calm beauty, until reaching more recent memories. He could feel Qui-Gon’s loneliness, how he felt helpless to ever find a companion to bond with. He also felt his astonishment and fascination upon seeing Obi-Wan, how he thought his Padawan had a beautiful smile.
The both opened their eyes with a sigh, gazes meeting almost shyly. Obi-Wan broke the silence first.
“You were quite the handsome Padawan, Master.” He commented cheekily. He would have been nervous to say this before, but after connecting with someone so deeply, it was hard to feel shy. Qui-Gon’s lips twitched into a teasing smile.
“Are you trying to say I’m not handsome now, Padawan?” Obi-Wan smiled, his face flushing slightly.
“Of course not. You are very handsome.”

“As are you, Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon replied, tugging on Obi-Wan’s braid gently. They chuckled together, feeling content.
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