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"Sometimes, the Code is wrong. . . . Sometimes, you must follow your heart."
Light floods into my vision as I blink sleepily. I look around the room and find that I'm in a hospital bed, hooked up to many different machines that are beeping. I feel something gripping my hand and look down to see that Obi-Wan is sitting in a chair next to my bed, his fingers intertwined with mine. I let a small smile flit across my lips and then it all comes rushing back. Naboo, the Sith, Qui-Gon. . . .
"No," I breathe out, tears beginning to fall from my eyes.
My soft voice is enough to wake Obi-Wan and he looks up at me, his eyes tired, but also relieved, "You're awake."
He sees the tears in my eyes and immediately his eyes soften as he pulls me into a bone-crushing hug. I let out a sob and then completely break down in his arms, clutching onto him for dear life.
"Hey, shhh, shhh," he soothes, rubbing my back, "It'll be okay, I promise."
I pull away from him and our eyes lock. It's this moment, where we are most vulnerable to our emotions that makes me completely forget the Code as I lean forward, pressing my lips to his. Obi-Wan stiffens at the contact, but quickly relaxes and kisses me back, tangling his fingers in my hair. The volts of electricity that are going through my body is making me never want to stop kissing him, but we both eventually pull away from one another, breathing heavily.
Obi-Wan pulls away from me as the door to my room opens, revealing my brother.
"Cal," I say, surprised that he came after our last fight.
He steps into the room, eyes flashing in disgust when he sees Obi-Wan, "Kenobi."
Obi-Wan shoots me one more glance, his eyes a mix of emotions that even I can't read as he gets up and strides past my brother, "I'll see you later, Kavra, okay?"
"Okay," I smile slightly at him as he closes the door after him.
"How are you feeling?" Cal asks, standing at the edge of my bed, his form rigid.
"Terrible."
"Well you look pretty awful," he responds.
"Thank you," I sigh, rolling my eyes, "Why are you even here?"
"I wanted to covey my apologies about Qui-Gon," Cal shrugs, "My master trained him, and I've seen how terrible he is, thought you probably wouldn't be much better."
"I just want to forget about it," I sit up a bit more, running a hand through my hair.
"And kissing Kenobi was the way to go about that?" my brother watches me carefully, "I saw the whole thing."
My eyes widen and I stare at Calcifer, unsure of what to do.
"I have to tell someone, Kav," he says, closing his eyes, "You both went against the Code."
"Please don't," I beg, "We both just lost our master, we-we weren't thinking! I'll do anything!"
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything!" I lean forward, "Just don't do this to him."
"You are so infatuated with him!" he yells, waving his hands in the air, "The first thing you do is think of him and not yourself!"
"Cal, just tell me what I have to do," I narrow my eyes.
"Leave," he turns, striding to the door, "Leave Coruscant and never see him again."
He leaves the room and I sit there in silence, trying to wrap my head around the words that just came out of his mouth. What happened to the kind, selfless Jedi that I left when I went to Tattooine? This angry, cruel man was not my brother.
My thoughts turn to Obi-Wan and I bite my lip. He just lost Qui-Gon and now my brother could very possibly get him kicked out of the Order. That would break him.
I can't let that happen.
I won't let that happen.
I begin to pull the wires off of my body and stand up. I grab my things that are sitting on the table next to my bed and rip off the flimsy hospital gown. I turn to see myself in the mirror and gasp. There's a huge red scar running from my left hip up to my right shoulder, a permanent reminder of the hell I went through. I try to tare my eyes away from the horrendous sight and focus on getting dressed. As soon as I am clothed, I head straight for the Jedi Temple.
I have to make this right.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Please Master Yoda, send me somewhere, anywhere!" I beg, "I can't be around here with the constant reminder of him."
"Control your emotions, you must," Yoda says, watching me carefully, "Have a feeling this isn't about Qui-Gon, I do."
I pause, looking at the small creature. His eyes stare straight into my soul and I look away. He can easily tell this mostly has nothing to do with the death of my master, but I still have to try.
"Please Master, there has to be something."
He sighs and sits down, "Having a civil war and requesting Jedi, Sullust is."
"I'll go!" I say quickly.
"Leave tonight, you must," Yoda says, "Soon, Qui-Gon's funeral is."
I nod and turn on my heel, leaving the room. I quickly walk to my apartment and start throwing things into a bag. Readying myself to leave after Qui-Gon's funeral.
As soon as I'm finished packing I head to the temple but pause when I see Obi-Wan and Anakin standing inside. I don't think I can bare saying goodbye to them and trying to explain to Obi-Wan why I have to leave.
One of the monks lights the burial pyre on fire and I watch from outside as Qui-Gon's body slowly is returned to the force. I feel a single tear slip down my cheek as I say a final goodbye to my master. Obi-Wan turns and I see him watching me from next to Anakin. He can't tell who I am since I have my hood up, but just in case I turn and make my way towards the loading dock.
