Descent | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Escalation
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“Breathe, Obi-Wan.” There’s a warm hand on his shoulder, and a familiar voice speaking that it takes a moment to identify as Master Tahl. “It’s still there. Just shielded.”
“Why?” Obi-Wan almost can’t hear himself speak, his voice is so quiet, and no little rough. As if he’s been screaming, though his throat doesn’t hurt as much as he’d expect if he had been.
“Because you fought it being removed, even though it was killing you.” Master Tahl moves her hand, helping him to sit up slowly, and holding a cup of water for him to sip once he’s settled against pillows. “What happened?”
“I don’t know.” Obi-Wan tries to reach up to take the cup himself, but his hands are splinted and bandaged, and he frowns. “What happened to my hands?”
“You broke several bones in them. The healers aren’t certain how, though there are apparently several possibilities.” Master Tahl sets the cup down on the table next to the bed once he’s drained it. “What’s the last thing you remember before waking up?”
Obi-Wan hesitates, trying to remember what was before trying to burn through whatever was blocking the training bond on Qui-Gon’s end. Trying and failing to rip it apart to get to his Master, whatever was happening to him. Whatever was making the bond feel like ice.
“I was listening to Satine. It was suddenly very cold, and I was staring at the ceiling.” Obi-Wan shrugs, shaking his head a little, before squeezing his eyes shut. He hadn’t expected that to make his head swim.
“What else?” Master Tahl sounds utterly certain there’s more, and Obi-Wan wonders how badly he’s shielding if she knows that.
“The training bond felt like ice.” His voice comes out as a whisper, and he keeps his eyes shut, not wanting to see the expression on Master Tahl’s face. “It’s felt like that since he disappeared. Like there’s a wall of ice and durasteel blocking it.”
Master Tahl wraps one hand around his forearm, squeezing tightly. Reminding him of the here and now, that he is not alone, that the training bond isn’t pouring ice into his bones. That it’s not even there, as far as he can tell. He wonders if Qui-Gon can feel the bond from his end. If he can feel the shield that’s been put between them. Shields.
He reaches for the bond again, even knowing he won’t be able to feel it. Nothing but a blankness that feels less like absence than it did when he first woke here. It’s still a horrible feeling, to be so utterly cut off from Qui-Gon; worse, in some ways, than to have a small pocket of ice always at the back of his mind. At least then he could tell that Qui-Gon was alive.
“Someone’s shielding him from the bond on his end, aren’t they?” It’s the only thing he can think of, because he can’t imagine Qui-Gon blocking him like that.
“Possibly.” Master Tahl squeezes his arm again. “We won’t know until we find him.”
“Find him, and bring him home.” Obi-Wan can’t bring himself to care about more than that right now. If he can’t have the certainty of knowing Qui-Gon’s alive because of the training bond, he wants to see his Master alive and well with his own eyes.
