darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2004-10-18 19:00:00 |
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Original poster: raina_at
Title: The Sailor and the Stars
Author: Hth
Rating: PG
Pairing: Q/O
Warnings: None
Author's e-mail, web site and/or LJ id: hth29@hotmail.com; as far as I know she doesn't have an lj. I'd be happy to be told otherwise, though.
Link to story: The Sailor and the Stars
Reasons for recommending: I don't even really know why I like this story so much. Maybe because it's unconventional. Maybe because it's so very Qui-Gon. Maybe because I've always had a weakness for stories set by the sea.
The story is short, but there's a lot of backstory in it. Qui-Gon is bitter and lonely, his doubts about and resentment of the Jedi code, his choice of a simple life, all rings very true for his character. It's also very much a mood piece, and well, I love mood pieces.
The story is part of a series, most of Hth's other stories in the archive are also part of that series, but you can read it as a stand-alone.
Also, I very much wanted to rec this because I've never seen it recced before, and I think that's a shame, because as far as TPM mood pieces go, this is one of my favourites.
Quote from story: The Code used to make me a Jedi, used to be my goal to strive for and my reason to live through the years of imperfection and self-doubt and regrets. Until I stood in the center of a ring of Jedi and swallowed my hard-won, sustaining pride to softly plead my case. Leave him with me. I am not the teacher Yoda is, but he flourishes best where he has love on his side. Leave him with me. I am twice the Jedi I was before him. We teach each other. Leave him with me. The Light Side is compassion. Let us be happy.
And they crucified me on the Code. //There is no emotion....//
//But what we feel for one another-
//There is no passion...
//Dammit, listen to me!
//This is as much for you as for the boy.
//This is a punishment?
//This is a lesson to be learned....//
It leaves my head some of the time, but never for long. Their voices, cold with purity and correctness. Me, begging - *begging* for their intervention - capable of that for his sake, but not capable of saying goodbye to him. Never once telling him that what I felt for him was love.