Love Remains

by Amy Fortuna

Archive: Yes, go ahead.

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Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Boyz belong to George. Song belongs to Collin Raye. I only worship.

Series: None.

Warnings: None.

Summary: At the close of yet another Jedi mission....

Notes: Not beta'ed. Very short. In the hurriedness of the holidays, please don't forget the meaning of them. :-)

 

 

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I don't know, baby, what I'd do

On this earth without you

We all live and we all die

But the end is not goodbye

The sun comes up

And seasons change

And through it all

Love remains

An eternal burning flame
Hope lives on

And love remains.

~Collin Raye, "Love Remains"

 

 

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Obi-Wan combed the glitter out of his hair, sighing softly at the feel of the brush running over his scalp. It had been a long day, a treaty finally signed, and a mad celebration rushing into the wee hours of the night, careless of exhausted Jedi delegates.

In the mirror he could see his master, eyes closed, sitting on the couch, signs of a raging headache written in the lines on his face. Obi-Wan laid the brush down and turned to face him.

"Master?" he asked, softly. "Are you all right?"

Qui-Gon opened his eyes. "Yes, Padawan," he answered. "Just tired. I hope the Council doesn't hear the treaty has been signed until sometime tomorrow. Give us a chance to rest."

"We could use that," Obi-Wan said. "They've been sending us hither and thither for -- oh, ages, now. I can hardly remember what home looks like."

"Me either, Padawan," Qui-Gon said. "Get that makeup off your face before you go to sleep, all right?"

Obi-Wan turned back to the mirror. "Yes, Master," he said, grinning at his own makeup streaked face. "I don't even remember when all this gunk was put on me."

Qui-Gon stood up, walked over to the sink, and wet a towel in warm water. "Here, Padawan," he said, and carefully smoothed the warm cloth over Obi-Wan's face, removing a good deal of the caked rogue and kohl.

"There." Qui-Gon smiled. "You look like my Obi-Wan again, not a striped tara."

Obi-Wan slipped an arm around his Master's waist, and smiled up at him. "I'm always your Obi-Wan," he said. "Come, let's get to bed."

He brushed his fingers over Qui-Gon's forehead and watched the tension drain away with the small Force application. "I love you," he whispered.

"I know you do," Qui-Gon answered, and kissed him, ever so gently, in a subtle reminder that missions come and go, yet love remains.
 
 

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