Roots in My Dreamland
Did They or Didn't They for @obiquinbingo
Quinlan looked around. There were dark shapes rising up from the floor. The air smelt of fish.
In one corner, there were collars chained to the wall. Drops of blood lay in a trail around them.
Despair. An all consuming despair and fear. Dancing till their feet bled.
He looked to the corner. Something was coming towards him. A shape. What was it?
Quinlan screamed.
He scrambled out of the bed, tearing the sheets off him. It was pitch black. He stepped out into the living room and took a step towards his Master’s room. Then he stopped. He could feel in the Force that his Master wasn’t there.
Through his sleepy haze he remembered that Tholme had taken a mission offworld. He was alone.
Quinlan looked at the couch and shook his head. He needed to get out. Obi-Wan. He needed Obi-Wan.
He didn’t feel the cold from the temple stone floor seeping into his feet. His mind was trembling with fear, his shields cracking. He needed Obi-Wan.
Without even paying attention to where he was going, his feet brought him to Master Jinn and Obi-Wan’s quarters. He pushed the door open gently and slipped inside.
He tiptoed cautiously across the room, taking care not to wake Master Jinn.
Obi-Wan was fast asleep, his gentle snores filling the room. There was a gap on his bed. Quinlan took a few more steps forward then dove into the space.
Instantly, Obi-Wan’s arms wrapped around him. He leaned back into their embrace.
“Quinlan, you ok?” Obi-Wan mumbled.
Quinlan nodded, wiping away the tears. Obi-Wan’s arms tightened around him. He closed his eyes.
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