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Daybreak

Summary:

Ripped from your home, you're suddenly given the chance to bring forth the change you never thought possible. Normally, anyone would jump at this chance to save some dearly loved and familiar faces, and you certainly feel the same, but you also know that this won't be something you'll be able to turn back from once you've started.

And what else is there to do when in love with both Anakin and Obi Wan than to change reality for them? In order to give them the happy endings they deserved, they should get the chance to go chase after those happily-ever-afters. Even if those endings put them far from your side, it's worth the effort.

That may be the best and most effective route for their happiness, sure, but it's also easier said than done. At the very least, there's a chance that your journey to the very end will give you enough time to ready yourself for the moment when those goodbyes finally and inevitably come.

(Or, in which a lucky chance means you could rewrite fate nearly entirely with a little help from decently intact hindsight and wishful thinking.)

[Written in 2nd POV ("you")]

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(See the end of the work for other works inspired by this one.)

Chapter 1: waking dream

Summary:

At first, you think that there's no way that this could be happening, but the image of this faraway world doesn't flicker away.

Then the pain sets in and you can't help but think... maybe this is all actually real.

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        It’s when the unexpected and foreign collides with the almost boring familiarity that something extraordinary appears. It’s no wonder, then, that dreams are often used as that bridge between the world pooling by our feet and that one too far and unreachable. Through sleep, one accesses a world beyond comprehension that seems to be built within the very walls of one’s own mind. Leaving it provides nothing but a strange feeling, as if one were shedding off a portion of one’s self.

        So when you shift in your drowsy state, beckoned awake by some unseen force calling for you to awaken, you think nothing of it. There’s a warmth hitting your face and your groggy mind manages to gather that it must be morning’s arrival that has shaken your spirit to rouse awake for yet another day. Though you’re sure you could remain in bed for just a little longer, a little part of you seems rather impatient to get up.

        It’s almost as if there’s a small part of you that wants you to open your eyes and peek at the surroundings around you. Despite knowing that it would be your room surrounding you, there’s a sense of foreboding that keeps you from drifting back into dreamland reassured. A small part of you seems to quiver inside of you and it’s clear that something is amiss.

        But what could be wrong?

        Blinking open your eyes, the sight of your room is expected, but it isn’t what greets you. Instead, the only thing you can make out most easily is the colour grey. Not the regular colour of it either, but some sort of metallic gray reflecting light that seems to glow in a way that’s different than how you remember light acting. 

        Sitting up, it’s as if all the blood drains from your body. It’s at this moment that your mind suddenly starts screaming at you. It crawls up your spine, chilling you from deep within your bones all the way to the tips of your fingers with a whisper of a voice you don’t recognize that tells you that you’re not here.

        But your senses beg to differ to this strange observation, showing you that you are indeed here. You can feel the softness of the mattress below you and the cloth of the blankets and sheets. You can breathe and smell metal and other scents you can’t quite place a name to. Not to mention, you felt the little warmth of the lights earlier from before you woke up. Clearly, you exist and are here in this place that cannot be just a dream. After all, you had woken up.

        So why did you feel so… different? So wrong and disconnected?

        Alarm begins to fill your body, and fueled by the sudden energy in you, your eyes begin scanning the room rather fervently for something— anything— that could explain where you are and what might’ve happened.

        But what you end up finding is nothing but yet another mystery.

        A pain takes hold of your body just as suddenly as you begin your search for an answer. Only after having scanned the room once with your still bleary eyes, you’re suddenly curling yourself into a ball, clutching your head within your hands. Hoping to suppress the pained groan that rises from your throat to your lips, you try coaxing yourself out of the dizzying spell of pain, but to no avail. You can feel the pain spreading through your body just as clearly as you felt it when it first appeared.

        From the little that you can gather from the dizzying sensation, it started in your head, wreaking havoc there for a little while as if working through a maddening dance until it drained down through your neck. Once it's reached your chest, it seems to take the opportunity and spread to the rest of your body. The control you had on your body’s writhing response is crumbling, and before you know it, tears are prickling at the corners of your eyes and a small whimper escapes your lips.

        Then, out of the blue, you feel a touch to your shoulder. It’s gentle and cautious, and looking over, you see a familiar face staring at you with eyes filled to the brim with concern. It only takes a few moments, even in your horribly pain filled state, to realise that the face looking at you is Qui Gon Jinn.

        …

        Qui Gon…

        Qui Gon…?

        You’re in Star Wars?

        When another inexplicable wave of pain crashes through your body, rattling you to your core, your thoughts are scrambled as if your brain has been fried. The pain from whatever demons running amok within you keeps you from dwelling any further, and because of that, you limit yourself to simply taking in the sight of the man that you can see and avoiding any other deep thoughts. Anything more, you fear, would just sap away your remaining energy and tire you out before being waved away by the profound pain anyway.

“What’s wrong, young one?” comes a voice that isn’t the one speaking to you in your mind. “Are you in pain?”

        You swear that your ragged breathing and the way your fingers dig into the cloth of your clothing should’ve been enough to show that yes, you are indeed in a lot of pain, but you suppose it might not be so obvious. Seeing as you can’t get a good hold on your breathing, you choose to nod when you find it too hard to say too much— or anything, for that matter.

        Qui Gon answers your motion with a furrow of his brows and you can barely feel his fingers tightening around your shoulder where his hand sits. You can see in his blue eyes the rampant swell of questions and concerns and everything in between, but all he does is press his lips together tightly.

“Where am I?” you force out, hearing your voice cracking under the immense weight of the pain, “what is this? What’s happening?”

        Despite all the pain, you couldn’t help but wonder about your situation. You can’t say that you’re used to the feeling of something terrible happening to your body now that you’ve been in this state for at least a few agonizing minutes, but perhaps you’re close to being familiar with it enough to at least speak.

        Though, judging by the situation, had you not been under such immense pain, you would have acted out much more carefully. After all, you are in another world now. One in which you never belonged in and probably never had some sort of place in to begin with. Maybe, you would have decided to attempt to play the part of whoever you currently are or whoever’s body you inhabit— since clearly you can’t be in yours. Not in this world at least— but you really are not in any sort of mood to be using any amount of energy for any level of acting. 

        At this rate, you just want the truth and to know what the hell is going on.

        But the only response you get is Qui Gon’s face contorting into something unreadable and you can only hope that it’s nothing bad.

“Well, this isn’t good.”

        …Spoke too soon.

        You open your mouth again to speak, but when another wave of pain spreads through your body from your head, you quickly clamp your jaws shut. Closing your eyes from what you can recognize as a foreign place within a foreign world, you try to at least trouble yourself with the growing worry inside of you. You’re no longer at home and the very thought sends an arrow of fear piercing through your heart. With your body already dealing with the strange pain, you consider and try to pause your thoughts, struggling to juggle both the overwhelming sensations of pain crashing through your body and the thoughts screaming at you to wake up from what you deeply wish to be a dream.

“It will be alright,” assures the same soft voice from before. 

        When you open your eyes again, you manage to look up to see Qui Gon staring back at you, but he doesn’t look all that reassuring. His jaw is set stiffly, as if he’s feeling some sort of pain as well. Could he be feeling your pain through the hand that’s still planted firmly against your shoulder? He blinks when you don’t respond verbally, only able to keep your eyes trained on his face, and he says nothing for a few moments. Maybe he doesn’t know what to say anymore?

“Would you rather sleep? It will pass the time faster for you and you won’t be in as much pain,” he offers, glancing his eyes upwards and looking past the door.

        You don’t bother to look towards the direction his eyes are wandering, choosing to let your gaze fall slightly so that you’re staring at his chest and not craning your head upwards to meet his eyes. In your weakened state, it’s less energy spent to stare downwards.

“That’d be nice,” you answer with a soft yet wheezing voice, barely managing a nod with your response. 

        You can see Qui Gon shifting in front of you before you see a hand being held up to your face. In your staring of the lines stretching over the skin of his palm, you begin to feel a weird feeling start tugging at your senses in a way you’ve never felt before. 

        No… Actually, you have felt this weird sensation that seems to tug at the will of your mind. It’s as if it tries to manipulate the way your mind works, and that’s the feeling that’s familiar to you. Even in the haze that’s shrouded your mind, you vaguely manage to link this feeling to the one that seemed to be whispering about your missing connection to this world.

“Sleep.”

        Before you can continue pondering the link between the voice and this feeling being brought onto you by Qui Gon, the command is finally given. His voice sounds heavy and filled with something you can’t really put a finger to, but know isn’t natural. It’s like it’s dripping with something, coating the commanding words with a power of some sort that you can actually feel somehow. You could very well try to ponder for a little longer on the weird feeling, but the sudden urge to sleep that starts to take over your mind dashes all hope for more thinking.

        Suddenly, you find it really hard to keep your eyes open and they start to close. Sleep comes easily, even as the pain continues to run rampant, and it feels like something is gently lulling you away into a dark and calm world, pressing with more gentle might each time without the impatience one might expect with such a forceful act. It definitely doesn’t feel very natural, but you’re glad you can finally do something other than just revelling in the painful, crashing waves.

        And so you allow the darkness behind your closed eyelids swallow you whole once again, just as you’d done when you last fell asleep in your own bed back at home.