Disclaimer: I don't own this universe; just my imagination wants to play there. (And yes, this disclaimer is everything you will get!)

Rated: 14+ (might go up later)

Author's note: I have one interesting idea – Obi-Wan seems to be one of the luckiest Jedi I have ever read about. If you read his profile on Wookiepedia, you can discover how many encounters with Godmother Death he had in his life...and so, my Muse decided to write what might have happened if he wasn't so lucky. I wrote only about events I have read about, but as it is, some of them I have read long time ago, so…they may not be totally in-canon.

Big thanks goes to Elemarth, who has never-ending patience and made a lot of beta-work on all of my stories. Without her, a lot more mistakes will be in them. So, any mistakes left, are only my own fault.

Obi-wan laid his head against the cool surface of a rock in the mines. He was so…tired. Yes, tired was the word which described his current situation best. But he was also something more…something beyond it. He was tired, yes, but he was also exhausted. Exhausted from hours which had passed in a tireless run, filled with events he had dreamed about in the recent past.

Recent past…he swallowed hard. His recent past was still something he didn't want to think about, as the wound was still too raw and bleeding. His recent past….how proud he had been…a Jedi Initiate…someone destined to do great feats in the future…and now…Who was he? Still a Jedi, but a member of their Service Corps…It was…so humiliating. He felt broken. He had dreamed about a glorious future, full of successfully crossed hardships and not about a future drowned in a mud. He already hated his new destiny.

A bittersweet smile appeared on his lips – he had been a farmer for how long? Several days? A week? At most. And he was determined not to spend the rest of his days that way.

His fingers curled against the cold metal of his collar. The collar in which explosives were hidden. Explosives which would ultimately end his life, if he approached the Force-shielded door that trapped them.

Them - himself and Master Jedi Qui-Gon Jinn, his last hope to become a Jedi Knight. The man, who had crushed his hopes and dreams in so few words. After so much work, training and meditations, dedication to study at the cost of his sleep, dedication to show others he was worthy of the mantle of Padawan Learner…

Any other normal being might have felt…what? Hate? Fear? Fury? He didn't know and didn't care. Years of Jedi training had brought their results. He was calm as he'd never been before as realization hit him.

"Master Jinn! Take cover. I'm going to detonate the collar," he called to the man on the other side of the cave. He was closer to the door than him, much closer.

Qui-Gon Jinn was shocked at the statement. So shocked, that he was speechless for a minute. That was enough time for the boy to get to necessary vicinity. He made one final step towards the door when the explosive collar on his neck went off. Qui-Gon dived on the floor in the last possible second, the sight of the boy's demise imprinted in his brain. He realized in a split of a second that this sight would haunt him forever. Obi-Wan had been willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good. The Jedi Master's mouth went dry at the implication – The boy might have become a great Jedi. I made fatal mistake.

On the other end of the galaxy, on the very heart of the Republic, on Coruscant, a session of the Jedi Council was in progress. In the middle of it, out of nowhere, a great disturbance in the Force was felt. The Councilors fell silent, their eyes drawn to Master Yoda, who closed his large eyes in obvious pain. Until now no one had witnessed Master Yoda being struck by emotions. The Masters were even more startled, when he quietly, in a voice tinged with so much pain, stated: "Dead, young Obi-wan is. A fatal mistake I made."