darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2005-03-17 02:15:00 |
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Original poster: jedi_runya
Title: Mark of the Pisan
Author: Robin Serrano
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Q/O, O/other
Warnings: YES!!! This story seriously blurs and toys with the notions of non-con. It also
gets rather kinky. If you have any concerns about whether or not this story will
disturb you, I strongly suggest checking beyond the spoiler space for more info.
Author's e-mail, web site and/or LJ id: I don't know any contact info. If someone does, please let me know and I will add it...
Link to story: http://www.masterapprentice.org/archive/m/m
Summary: At his eighteenth birthday celebration, Obi-Wan is kidnapped by somone from Qui-Gon's past, and he is coerced
into selling himself into slavery. His situation forces him to re-examine all he has believed about his future with Qui-Gon.
Reasons for recommending: This fic is one of my all time favorites when I need an angsty, plot-driven story. This beautful
story has the angst and romance neatly balanced thoughout the entire tale. This story is so well written that it will be hard for the
reader to put it down until it is finished.
Quote: Obi-Wan couldn't believe that he'd been fearful of examining his shields. Deep within his mind,
he found the steady work patching up the blue foundation to be most relaxing. Mental fingers smoothed over the
cracks and holes as he replayed the images of originally building the dam.
He remembered the sheer joy of Qui-Gon's laughter as Obi-Wan unabashedly showed him his most private thoughts. Qui-Gon could
have ignored those thoughts and memories, but Obi-Wan, in all his youth and innocence had felt he had nothing to hide from his new Master.
In fact, Obi-Wan was flattered and warmed that a great Jedi Master such as Qui-Gon would even care about the idle and ridiculous
thoughts of an eleven-year-old. Oh, but Qui-Gon had assured him that there was nothing ridiculous at all about his young mind.
And there, in the vast and colorful corners of Obi-Wan's mind, Qui-Gon had smiled at him and his eyes had twinkled in the warmest blue that
he had ever seen.
Blue.
He'd chosen blue as the foundation of his shields, because Qui-Gon had been the foundation of his young life. He was his constant, his
mentor, his friend, his future. Rebuilding the foundation of his shields now was akin to reaffirming his faith in his Master-- and that in
turn reaffirmed his faith that he was still Jedi. He hadn't changed as much as he'd feared, despite the mark on his hip that reminded him
daily of what he'd become. His foundation had been shaken, but it was still standing firm.
Inside, in many ways, he was the same boy who held the hope of the galaxy within the warm blue of his Master's eyes. So once he banished
the part of himself that still stank of his submission as a Pisan, he could let Qui-Gon in again and show him that his faith in him was not
misplaced. There would be no traitorous need. He would be fit to fulfill his destiny by Qui-Gon's side.
Once he emerged from his meditation, Obi-Wan breathed deeply and exhaled contentment.
All he had to do was figure out how to satisfy this need he'd developed, so that he could eventually cleanse himself of it.